NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:No violence in this RP,no godmoding, just relaxing peaceful RP.Only rules there are.

While winter balls went on and people partied enjoying the Christmas holiday President de los Santos had decided to take a week long vacation in the Federal holding of Puerto Rico. To Gregory de los Santos he liked the cold, but NY Winters were sometimes way to much to contend with. On a hammock between two palm trees Greg hadnt had a vacation in such a long time. It felt good not to deal with the obtuse military officals and the stuff politicans who looked out for their own necks as election times for them rolled around. Hell it was good not to have to worry about stuffy elections.

One leg hanging off of the hammock and dragging across the warm sand he was dressed not to impress but in a pair of shorts and a tropical shirt. He looked like an average tourist, if the average tourist had took over an entire resort and was only allowed to left foreign dignatries in. Even then Gregory had set it up so that few if any knew about it, hints were given sure about a private resort which catered to world leaders and their staffs on the tropical island but that was all.

Gregory hadnt even wanted to mention it to others but the Congress wouldnt have allowed a private resort for Gregory without the stipulation that it could be used for others as well. So he constented but did his best to keep it from the world. And so here he was on a hammock swaying side to side lightly a foot dragging in the sand. Relaxation and utter content with how the next week would go. Of course he would go back up to NY early Christmas Eve and return on the 26th.But for now he was relaxing in the sun.

[Tag]

Tag... Siri will be coming here immediately after the winter ball, ICly... she probably needs the rest.

OOCly, I'll be posting here tonight.

~Siri

[tag] as well. Albert's going to need a real vacation.

OOC:I dont understand, Are we supposed too rp what our leaders are doing on christmas vacation?

OOC: They aren't going to understand you either, unless you use some punctuation. :lol:

BTW NY&J, how does one get to this resort?

"Bob Pratt? On vacation?"

"Yep. Won't even say where."

"That's practically unheard of."

"No, it is unheard of. But he seems to think the board can handle things while he's away, and hey, maybe the old bastard deserves the time off."

"Of course we can, but..."

"What?"

"I can't imagine him having fun."

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Pratt wasn't the sort of man who could be often found on a beach in Puerto Rico.

Oh sure, he was wealthy. He had all the trappings. But his job, his enormous job, of unofficially running the government and officially the Conglomerate-- effectively the dictator of billions of mostly-complacent consumers-- demanded his constant attention, depriving him the enjoyment of his personal wealth.

So his quiet presence on said beach was a shock to him as well. But, Toby had thought it a good idea, and hey, why not? At least, that was the idea.

Feeling the burning sun on his egg-like bald head, he squinted against the bright light and walked awkwardly towards the nearest bar.

Awkward, because a man like Pratt was so used to rushing everywhere, and putting up the constant facade of professional cool, that he literally didn't know how to simply stroll idly. So, he filled his mind with an objective: alcohol.

He wore a "casual" suit; tan slacks, gray coat, and a tie that was slightly less constraining than normal. His characteristic eyeglasses were perched on his strong nose, and he glowered and glared at everything without really meaning to. He was annoyed, though, because sand kept getting in his shoes.

Dammit, there's another ten thousand loss...

It was hard to not think in terms of profit and loss, and the business of running the now interplanetary forces under his control. He found himself pondering, again, the Martian Situation, and the eventual conquest of his many enemies. So much work.

I need a drink.

There was one isolated wedge of his rowdy farm beginnings that survived, and that was the ability to let loose and get shitfaced now and then. It now rose to the top of his consciousness, surfacing like a sub out of the deep.

And above, far, far, above, he was being watched-- and someone somewhere knew the time had at last arrived...

[OOC: Tying this into internal storylines, but don't worry, no violence or war or godmodding.]

OOC: New York and Jersey, why didn't I think of that name?
IC:
President al-Sahaf was having a bad vacation, even though he had gone from Iraqi Information Minister under Saddam Hussein to President of Barvaria-Studenland in under six months. He had tried to run under the slogan "Vote for me, or I shall roast your stomachs in hell, by God!" but his advisors instead used "al-Sahaf: Elect him in Irony." It worked. So he decided to go for a vacation.
Al-Sahaf arrived in San Juan and began to relax.

OOC:The resort is basically outside of San Juan, you arrive by airport and from there take one of the resorts limos directly to the hotel, or you could arrive by boat, the resort has a dock, albiet a small one for private vessel and for a few medium large Yatchs.

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OOC: Many thanks, NY&J. I will send a delegate later on in the evening. Hopefully the RP will not be too far along by then. I'd also like to add that Argonians are non-human, and look like human-sized bipedal lizards. Is that acceptable, or will that be considered a god-mod in the RP?

"Sir, you can't go! Nejra Paktu is at the WTE summit, Chairman Delendre is in the Grand Duchy of Tarasovka, Admiral Manaan is with Empress Gehenna, Council is busy with making plans for Silent Death, and the Daiamid is trying to improve relations with Yut and NDA nations. You're the only one left for the rest!"

"Don't be ridiculous. We have a dozen lower councils that can take care of it. The Kiithid and conglomerates can manage themselves for a few days. I'm off. Don't call me, I'll call you"

And with that, the chairman of the Defense Council, Robert Stone-Soban, left the Council district in Uthar, on his way to a swift aerodyne to take him to a resort, basicly outside of San Juan, where one arrives at the airport and is then directly taken to a hotel with a limo. He had even heared that the resort had a docks for yachts. Maybe he could even do some windsurfing, though he doubted there would be good waves.

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ooc: is this at sea? and if so: waves?

Finally, he thought the opportunity for a nice relaxing vacation away from the hustle of running a nation.

As his yacht leisurly cruised through the tropical waters jiggady had to ask himself why he didnt do this sooner. It was just time to get away, people in their mid twenties wern't supposed to work like this bending over backwards and growing grey hair dealing with so much turmoil and stress. He was 25 damn it, and sure he vacationed plenty back home at the various resorts, this was something special and he had a feeling that it was going to be a special few weeks.

jiggady just didnt care anymore, sure he left a message for his advisors as to where he went he just placed it in a location where they would have to work to find it. A smile played over his face and jiggady stroked his goatee, they would sure give him hell for this leaving in the middle of their regional crisis, the defection of one of his generals and his troops, and the killings of the civilian families of these men. All that was now behind him and out of his mind jiggady couldnt help another smile their hold was full of rum he was smoking a cigar and he had on a brand new hawaiian shirt that flapped in the wind unbottoned revealing his physically fit figure and tattoos.

"This will be one hell of a trip eh Reymont?"

"If you say so sir." Replied the now dressed down bodyguard. Reymont and jiggady had been friends since childhood and there was not a place that jiggady went that he didnt follow, even if Reymont usually didnt approve of it.

"Ha,ha,ha,ha." jiggady's laughter reached an ear splitting peak as the Oxford slowly puttered closer to the island on the horizon.

Over the ocean, a sea bird slew slowly, cirling and waiting for the fish to come to the top of the sea. It squaked in surprise as it wisley dived, a second later a Thelasian Wraith Fighter sped by, the a couple more, until a small wing of fighters shot past. They cirled, they dived, always moving around a center point. In that center was a dropship. A standard Thelasian dropship, no creature conforts, but thick armor, heavy weapons, and survivability charicterised the ungainly craft.

And there was good reason for the escort of thirty six fighters, onboard the craft was General Theallas Noss Dagnir, leader of the Thelasian Star Empire. He usual never took vacations, but his doctors had pretty much ordered the general to take a vacation, and so he took a vacation.

As the wing approached the island, the fighters stopped maneuvering. Now they cirled around the island, when the dropship landed, they were the most vonerable.

The Dropship actualy never landed, but hovered about a foot off of the sand. The four massive VOLTOL engines kicking up a large amount of snad. Theallas, clothed a volumious black cloak, stepped off of the ramp, turned around and signaled the dropship. A second later, the craft lifted off, then turned around, and flew away, then, the fighters leftthe island, flying back to the fleet from whence they came.

"So this is the resort..."

{Tag; For the Trip back from Lavenrunz}

President Terrus stepped outside his hotel room, and started walking towards the elevator. He had finally gotten himself a vacation. Not that he had had problems finding the time. His nation had been nuetral of just about everything for...just about forever. Sure, they had some minor diplomatic missions going, and some other (classified) things, but for the president, things had been boring. Finally, his aids had convinced him that it would be fine for him to go on vacation, and Terrus and his wife had left for a resort Terrus had heard about. Now, they had arrived and had a suit, and for the first time since his election three months ago (RL Time), Terrus could relax.

As he stepped off the elevator at the ground floor, Terrus looked around. His wife had decided to catch some sleep (she wasn't as used to getting jet lag as Terrus was), and so he had decided to explore the hotel. Walking out onto the beach, he could feel the sand cushion his sandals. In the distance, he saw some hammacks, and decided to go over. There were three or so over there, and only one was taken. Terrus hoped the man didn't mind some complany.

As he stepped closer, he was able to see the man clearly, and the face rang a bell. "Damnit, who does he remind me off?" thought Terrus. Terrus stepped closer, and motioning to the hammock to the right of the man, asked what seemed like a simple question to him.
"Is this taken?"

OOC: I'll post again in morning. This looks like a good RP.

"Sierra Hotel Lead, this is Sierra Hotel Six, I've got the intruders on the scope. Three-six bandits, with one D-bird. IFF does not register as hostile, nor allied.Over." The SA-43 pilot called over the squadron comm lines. The six SA-43s had been deployed from the Naval Base at the eastern end of Puerto Rico, which itself was one of the major military bases of the Federal Republic.

"Roger that Sierra Hotel Six, Sierra Hotel 3,4,5 you guys break formation and do a flyby over the beach. Two and six form up on me, we'll keep'em cover." They were a rapid reaction unit deployed normally within a moments notice to harass enemy fighters should Puerto Rico become a target. Of course when thirty six fighters enter and none of them register friendly IFFs it tends to cause a panic.

The three SA-43s screamed over the beach as the Dropship and Fighters began to leave the scene. "Sierra Hotel Lead, this is Sierra Hotel Three, D-bird and her escorts are moving off, we have an unknown person on the beach over..they're near the resort, over." The squadron pilot cursed, a dropship and fighters...now a lone guy on the beach, this was bad and the lead SA-43 sent out a message back to Roosevelt Roads. It was only a matter of moments before the local authorities were also called in as well two ISSAPCs filled with counter terrorism troops. Who had been deployed to the small island for the sole fact that they wanted no trouble, and should trouble occur, the response would be swift.

It was only a mere matter of minutes before the first police cars arrived on scene, the two four by four jeeps clearly marked with police insigna stopped on the sand and the officers, with two sets of bullet proof vests and automatic rifles got out of the veichles and looked over toward the leader of Thelas, the lead officer of the two units raising a bullhorn and shouting several commands in spanish before switching to english. "Get your hands up, now!"




At another part of the resort Gregory looked up toward the sky as the SA-43s whooshed overhead but did not sound like the typical roar of other fighters..it was rather a pleasent sound, like a large wave crashing against the shore. Sighing happily he kept on the hammock as he pushed himself with the dangling leg and was in a sense rocking himself to sleep at the moment.

OOC:Explination of the resort.

Its a complex, its a resort meant to house nearly a thousand people on three seperate areas. One of them is the main complex with two wings and elevators in the middle. The building however is bent slightly at the middle. The second complex houses no people but is a giant sports center with golf, tennis, and an olympic size pool, while the third area houses additional people in small two floor house/apartment style buildings. At the main complex is the beach and a large pool/lazy river type thing.At one end of the lazy river as it is not enclosed but two seperate areas is a pool with a waterslide. At the other end of the pool is a bar in the middle of the water.There is one bar and grill on the beach along with a place to pick up beach chairs and towels for use for the day. The rooms at the main complex are all pretty much uniformly the same, moderate sized TVs, king sized beds, its what a hotel room would look like if you were on an expensive vacation. The apartments are slightly better and offer all the comforts of home. At night the main complex has a casino. All of this is based on one of my past vacations to the island, I just wish I could remember the name of the Hotel.

The sun whirled overhead, heating the air.

It was a welcome change from the coolness of home. Or it would have been, had the two people not been in a climate controlled shuttle craft.

D'ron smiled at Lesley. Jessica had elected not to come on this trip, thanks to her recent experiences. D'ron certainly didn't mind. He loved his younger sister, but well, she could get in the way on occasion.

Lesley smiled back at D'ron, secure in the knowledge they were breaking just about every rule in the piloting manual. She was sitting across his lap in the pilot's chair, as D'ron flew one handed towards the destination at a sub-sonic speed. His other hand was occupied running up and down her back, and his eyes looked more into hers than at the instruments.

But then, that was why shuttles had back up AI. To compensate for people doing stupid things.

Small enough to land on the beach, they were precleared through to their destination. Settling into a parking area, though it appeared, from the markings, that the area was normally used for smaller, ground effect vehicles, the shuttles wings folded away from the ground, as the anti-grav died away with a low pitched growl.

Unlike normal, the two passengers did not emerge immediately, as was the Federation's normal practice. For a long moment inside, they were locked into the pilot's chair, embracing, kissing, eyes gleaming.

Ten minutes after landing, the hatch slid open, and D'ron stepped out. Dressed in nondescript clothing, white t-shirt and black jeans, he held two small travel bags in one hand. Extending the other, he helped Lesley down the single step to the pavement, out into the hot air. Her radient red hair gleamed in the sunlight, contrasting with her green short skirt, and her pale skin contrasting with her black tank top.

D'ron led the way, Lesley on his arm, to stow their luggage in the little apartment he'd reserved.

Once in the cottage, D'ron shed his jeans, revealing black surfing trunks with white stripes up the outseams, while Lesley shed her tank top, revealing the top half of the green bikini that matched her skirt.

Handing his wife a second bottle of suntan lotion, he squeeze out enough to begin applying it to her very sensitive skin.

Rubbing each other down with the lotion, they touched playfully, grinned stupidly, and quickly gave up on the lotion all together to figure out how comfortable the bed was.

OOC: NYJ, would you be willing to have an ambassador from Valinon? I was thinking of Lady Diedre Rolt, my current United Nations ambassador and head of embassies on Earth. Last time I checked her position seemed to be raging against the mindless UN resolutions, and that doesn't seem to be having any effect so I think she deserves a vacation. Plus I wouldn't mine another RP with Vortex. Oh, and I will turn this into a post if I can come.

OOC:Feel free to. The whole reason ICly that the NYNJ Senate forced Gregory to mention the resort to others was so that word would spread about an all inclusive world government resort, it's suppose to strength relations with others so on so forth.

A Valinon Windjammer sonic jet, transmitting the ambassadorial codes of His Majesty's Ministry of Foreign Affairs screams across the crystal blue waters of the Caribbean Sea. As it approaches the island of Puerto Rico, the jet begins to slow, preparing to establish communication with the aerospace port.
From one of the portholes of the jet, Lady Diedre Rolt watches as the island nears. She massages her temple for a moment watching the sea blur into an unending blue continuity. She sighs, it will be good to escape the mind-numbing debate and seemingly pointless "resolutions" of the United Nations for a few days. Even if this will still be a diplomatic exercise to some degree, with NYJ and the Vortex Corporation present, it will no doubt be necessary to politic a little. She watches as the jet slows even more. Looks toward the closed cockpit knowing the pilot is establishing contact with the islands aerospace port and preparing for the final leg of the trip.
Diedre takes the last sip of her cocktail, and sets the empty glass down on the table. She looks forwarded to meeting the President of NYJ, a man she has heard much about. With that she easies back into the confines of the seat, relaxing for a few moments before the plain lands.

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Meanwhile in the cockpit, the Sardaukar pilot opens an all channels broadcast.
"Puerto Rico aero control this is Fligh XA-337A registered to the United Star Empire of Valinon carrying Lady Rolt to the restore. We request permission to land at the soonest possible moment. Now awaiting landing confirmation and coordinates."

The Presidential jet touched down at San Juan International and taxied to a stop. The main door opened down into a set of stairs, and President Mark Albert stepped off. The President of Glorious Humanity was a distinguished looking man in his mid-forties, with iron gray hair, a decent but not overly muscular build, and brown eyes that were currently hidden behind a pair of sunglasses. His face was careworn, showing in its lines and contours the stresses and tensions that came with the office Albert had held for fifteen years. At the moment though, the face was marked by a broad grin, much like one would see on a kid who had just received a whole bucket of his favorite candy.

Albert's grin was not brought on by candy however, unless one counted the eye variety. He was taking in the sun, and looking at the waiting limosine that would take him to the resort. Currently his attire didn't look anything like what heads of state normally wore; he was dressed in a Hawaiian shirt and a pair of oversize shorts, with sandals on his feet and a suitcase in his hand.

His decision to come here had caused a small argument with some of the members of his government, but Albert had been adamant. He'd just gotten through with the Lavenrunz mess, he was taking a long damn vacation. And this time, nobody was going to spoil his relaxation.

"This is Puerto Rico Aero Control to Valinon XA-337A,welcome to Puerto Rico, you are clear to land at San Juan International Airport. Make your approach to Runway number..." The air control tower went on with the specifics allowing the Valinon aircraft clearance. They like other dignatires arriving at the airport would have a private car waiting to drive them the fifteen minutes it took to get to the main hotel complex from the airport. This was such a dramatic twist in irony however to have welcomed them with little trouble, however other events occured on the island with slightly more...

Greg was almost half asleep before he looked over toward Terrus and moved his arm up to the hammock next to him and responded. "That one?Nope its free. I wasnt really expecting anyone else. Name's Gregory, you are,sir?" An arm was extended from the hammock over toward the unknown gentlemen. So many nations could possibly attend he had not bothered looking at every single leader who might show up. So he knew no one unless obvious allies decided to show up now and then.

They had arrived on a small sport flier, one of the hideously expensive space-capable pleasure vehicles known in Ravenspire as Sols. This one was a sleek elongated diamond shape; its color, an iridescent red and orange that flickered like flame in the sunlight. It was not a standard diplomatic vessel, to be sure, but it had had the right codes.

It bore two passengers. The first was a foxgirl, perhaps 20 years old from the look of her, a little under six feet in height, wiry and energetic. Her red hair blazed almost as brightly as the Sol, and was pulled back into a single braid that fell almost to her knees. She wore sunglasses, a bright yellow t-shirt, denim shorts, and a pair of sandals... and a pistol of some kind, visible at her belt. Her papers identified her as Scarlet Shizura, serving as a bodyguard for her companion.

This companion was a human woman, around the same age. She stood taller but with a more willowy build, and her Asian ancestry was evident in her straight, dark hair. She was attired in more muted colors -- khakis, with a royal blue short-sleeved button-up shirt -- and wore a white straw hat with a royal blue band. Natsu Forrester, younger sister of Ravenspire's Minister of State, and herself an official in the Ministries.

They strolled toward the resort, having politely refused the offer of a limo -- they were enjoying the sun. In Ravenspire, it was a rainy season.

Daeron had been in the hospital for a few weeks after the, ahem, "incident" at the Lavenrunz Winter Ball. He had ended up shot twenty two times, but, by some miracle, none fatally. He was kept under observation in the hospital in Hofburg for two weeks after the surgury to remove the shells from his body, but he was recovering swiftly, and would soon be discharged. His associate, Malkom, was making arrangements for him to go home for a time, but Daeron thought of something else. Flipping through a magazine, he spotted an ad for the El Puerto Sol in New York and Jersey. The ad said they were having a winter special, and that now was the perfect time to get away. Smiling at the thought, Daeron told Malkom to change the plans; he was going on vacation.

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Fourty-eight hours later, with shoulder sling, a crutch, and a limp, Daeron and Malkom boared the New York Air flight from Hofsburg to San Juan. In ten hours, they'd be relaxing on the beach, contenedly. For awhile.

After proceeding his aerodyne through the necessary predesignated flight vectors, clearance checks from the NYNJ airforce, and other formal aspects of this holiday, Robert had put down his aerodyne in a somewhat reckless manner on the airport. In the Corporation, techniques based on the Zephrim principle slowed down incoming craft somewhat, but obviously, that was not the case here. Almost crashing into a hangar, he had managed to keep his craft under control and finish landing procedures without causing any damage, save for some spilled coffee in the Airfield control tower.

Now, he exited the limo after thanking the driver for the quick and comfortable trip to the resort. Looking at the white beaches, the palmtrees and relaxing people surrounding it, he felt his mind and heart relaxing already.

Well...time to check in.

Diedre exits the limousine provided for her, muttering her thanks to its driver and giving him a sufficient tip. She then commandeers one of the bellhops to bring in her sparse luggage and then moves toward the main door. Before entering she sweeps the horizon one last time, seeing the ocean now at level instead of from the view of the sky.
She inhales the salty tang of the air, "Perfect."
Then she moves inside, making her way toward the reception desk.

They cruised 800 yards off the shore of San Juan, rounding the tropical paradise looking for the resort and the docks. jiggady was again on deck, this time with a magarita in his hand as he enjoyed the sun. It was a good thing that there wasnt a cloud in the sky, he would have hated for his holliday to be ruined by rain.

An echoing rumble slowly played across the water and in an instant Reymont was on his feet with his right hand inside his shirt, fingering the pistol tucked inside. He recognized the familiar sound of jet engines and was immediatly put on edge. jiggady recognized the look of concern and anger on his loyal friends face:

"Easy Reymont, take it easy were on holliday remember lets try and stay calm and cool. I'm sure its just the local air force doing routine activities."

They returned to their leisurly enjoyment of the sights of San Juan and finally they rounded a point and the resort was in sight.

The yachts pilot saw the resort and the docks and slowed their speed to half power. He picked up the binoculars and scanned the waters ahead, which were filled with the familiar icons of a resort, boaters. Imediatly thought he could tell that they were too big to dock and barked orders for the crew to ready the launch. That done he picked up the hand radio:

"San Juan, San Juan over. This is the Oxford out of the island union of Jiggady, we have passengers heading to the resort and are seeking permision to anchor off your shore, over."

Not wasting any time jiggady was in the launch waiting as the crew loaded his luggage. Slowly Remont sauntered up and took a seat, no emotion of joy or excitement on his face like that of jiggady. Wihin ten minutes they were loaded up and set off for the island.

"Matthew...Matthew Terrus. Pleasure to meet you Gregory. Do you prefer Gregory or Greg? Just curious." Matt layed down on the hammock. This was going to be a great vacation, he could already tell. Of course, the jets flying overhead might get a little annoying after awhile...

OOC: Note to self, never go to bed

IC:

Theallas put his hands up, seriously annoyed at this, "I am General Theallas Noss Dagnir, Leader of the Thelasian Star Empire, Protectorate of Menelmacar." As he put his hands up, he slowly produced a ID card and threw it onto the sand, between him and the cops. I hate security...

Deep in the bowels of the hotel complex:

"Eddie! What the hell is going on?" Eddie stood in the middle of the hotel office, a sheath of brown envelopes in one hand and a lighter in the other. Below him, a wastepaper bin was cheerfully burning.

"I'm just... filing the bills." By way of explanation, Eddie tossed the remaining bundle of envelopes into the blaze.

"Oh, good. Carry on. The advanced bookings are filling up, you'll have to help Chef in the kitchen tonight."

"But I can't cook."

"Well... nor can Chef."

Al-Sahaf was still waiting for the room service he had ordered for breakfast. He lost paitence and called the front desk.
"Hello, front desk." the reply came.
"Hello. This is Mohammed Sayeed al-Sahaf. By the name of God, the most merciful, the most compassionate, there is no room service in room 214!"
"Mr. al-Sahaf, we're cooking the baked apples you ordered right now. It will be up in about ten minutes." the receptionist replied.
"May God roast the apples in the kitchen at the hands of Emeril!" al-Sahaf replied.

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The security personnel a total of eight people in all began to advance across the beach quickly, the AR-15s pointed at Thelas still. They were in little mood to play games at the moment and the look of the lead officer said it all at the moment as the man snatched the ID card from the Generals hand and looked it over moving it from side to side. After a few tense moments the lead officer pocketed the ID and stepped back raising his AR-15 toward Thelas once more. A few commands said in spanish two of the police officers behind him moved forward and proceeded to try and handcuff the General.

Switching back over to english the lead officer had a rather thick spanish accent as he spoke, "Until we can clear your ID, you are under arrest for suspision of epsionage and terrorism."

While the officers were trying to arrest him a van pulled up with the same insignia.From out of the van another officer exited along with a camaraman. On the camara itself on the side was the famous "Cops" logo. This event would be viewed on TV back home and possbiliy across the world by millions as Cops had decided to do a special addition from Puerto Rico. Of course the camaraman was capturing some real golden footage right now. Puerto Rican Police were not exactly known for their gentleness and it would be the case this time around as well.

The first ISSAPC came from the South while the second from the East each landing at seperate locations on the beach.None of them close to the resort though. However within a matter of minutes the first of the heavily armmed troops began to arrive. The lead soldier a Captain with the last name of Vickers moved forward and began to talk with the officer in Spanish.

"Whats going on?"

"We captured this guy...he claims to be the leader of a country."

"Which country?"

"I dont know...some elven country look at his ears."

The soldier turned his head over to the side and looked the general over from beneath the tinted visor of the combat armor he wore. Turning his head to the other side he spat on the ground and then looked back over toward the cop. The conversation going on in Spanish once more.

"Listen, you want him?"

"It was on civilian soil, its your call."

"He's yours. Handcuffs and all."

"And all being the damn paperwork."

"Of course, what you'd think we wouldnt give you that joy as well?"

The two laughed as the lead soldier moved forward over toward the leader of Thelas and spoke in clear english now.

"You know why your being arrested?"


OOC:I'll post Greg alittle later on. I'm slightly pressed for time now. But I just wanted this out of the way.

Out in the harbor, a large boat of some kind appears on the horizion. Judging from the speed and color of the craft, it seems to be propelled by oars. The color suggests that it is made from wood and animal skins.

Largely ignoring the various vehicles flying overhead, Bob Pratt continued towards the objective.

Always, ever forward. That was the key. Even if you had no higher to rise, you had to move forward. This was what made the whole concept of vacation anathama to him-- sitting around, doing nothing, for no reason, was an enormous waste of time.

And resources! Why, look at this island! We could build two or three major bases here. And wood and lumber would sell for ten times the normal value, for sure. Maybe twenty times, if you market it right, get that 'genuine chunk of Puerto Rico' slant...

He almost slipped into the lazy river. Unperterbed, he sighted the bar and grill and made a beeline for the former.

He was a sweating man, his pinkish gray bald head shining, a look of grim determination as he squinted and glared in the sun. He didn't look like a very important man, just a dour one. Then he reached the shade of a small canvas patio, and there the bar was. He stopped glaring, and his business smile came on, transforming him almost miraculously into a chief executive... or a shark.

He looked around for the bartender...

-multi-

The boat nears the aforementioned small dock that sits at the rear of the resort, and a pair of reptillian bipeds dive into the water with ropes in their hands, as the oars are pulled into the large craft. The two swimmers pull the vessel into a boat slip, tying their ropes to the docking cleats. Another pair of the same creatures deploy a loading ramp. The pair steps aside, suddenly jerking into an attentive stance as a very old-looking member of their race is pushed by in a primitive wheelchair. The attendant and the elderly Argonian are followed by a trio of younger Argonians.

The one in the wheel chair is clad in an finely-made green robe, which shimmers like the sea as the bright Carribian sunlight makes contact with it. The attendant, and two of the younger Argonians wear fine tunics and pants, made from the same material as the Elder's robe, and hemmed with golden thread. The crest of the Quickclaw family is emblazoned on the backs of the tunics, displaying the affiliation of the ship and its crew.
The remaining Argonian is clad in a much more simple outfit, a light shirt and loose-fitting pants made from grey cotton.

His tail twitches in anticipation as he surveys the resort. There was clear water here... and where there was clear water there was good fishing. The simply dressed bows respectfully to the three servants, which they return to him in a much more respectful fashion. The servants board the ship, and the swimmers untie and dive back into the water, pulling the craft away from the dock so that the oars can be deployed. The younger Argonian collects a pair of travel bags from the dock, placed there by the servants, and slings the carrying straps over his broad shoulders. Placing his clawed hands on the handles of the wheelchair, he wheels the elder Argonian onto the resort grounds, and into the lobby.

OOC: his name is Theallas, not Thelas, Thelas (The name of my nation) comes from the Greek Thelasia meaning sea.

IC:

Theallas looked somewhat annoyed, "Yes I know why I am being arrested, I speak Spannish, German, Queania, Sindarin, German, French, English, Russian, and working on Jappanese. I am being arrested on suspicion of espionage, terrorism and other things. My ID can be confirmed by checking with the Menelamcari data base, the Thelasian data base, the Laverunzian data base (although they will now doubt say some not too nice things), or even many GDODAD data bases."

In the mean time, a hurried wire was sent from the small THelasian embassy, requesting that their leader please be let go...

The hot white sand enveloped jiggady's feet as he casually strolled about the beach, the fire felt good between his toes it made him feel alive. Something he hadnt felt in the two years since forming his nation Jiggady, as he got caught up in politics, and formalities which kept him from truly enjoying himself. The thin fabric of the hawaiian shirt, which was nearly as oppressive to look at as the sun, and the fact that it was unbuttoned allowed for the breeze to freely flow through and touch his skin, raising the few hairs on his chest.

jiggady was usually seen around his nation with either a cigar or a drink always in hand, walking through the beach he now had both: damn the doctors I'm enjoying myself he thought. Reymont followed, not saying a word although he tried to put a look of disapproval on his face from behind the sunglasses. He always voiced his thoughts about how it was unnecessary to travel abroad and this was no exception, especially with all the turbulance back home. Reymont would hate to admit it but he wished he could smile, for the first time he was really glad that he was following jiggady on some trip; but it was best to keep up the usuall appearance.

The resort was massive, even larger than the William Kidd Resort back in Jiggady, and it looked like it offered more to the customer. Finished with the rum and coke he brought from his ship, jiggady scaned about frantically for a waitress. His eyes were rewarded as they locked onto the fine body of one of the locals, she swayed up to him as if a feather and smiled shyly: "A drink sir?"

"Yes, that would be just fine." jiggady said, a lopsided smile on his face. "A Magarita would be just fine my dear."

The girl nodded her head and walked away. jiggady and Reymont continued to the resort complex to find the check in desk, in their wake was one of the hands from the Oxford pushing a small dolly with their few bags.

"Make sure she finds me inside, and get something for yourself man we're on holliday." jiggady lowered his sunglasses to make eye contact with Reymont, who simply walked away following the waitress.

He saw few others here so far, aside from the occasional person in a lounge chair. jiggady guessed that this shouldnt be too unexpected as they did arive rather early and that this was such a secluded and restricted resort. He finally found himself inside and at the check in registrar:

"Good day sir, jiggady checking in the reservation should be under s.chief of state of the piratical island union of Jiggady."

He stood by going through the formalities of checking in and soon the young waitress strolled in with his drink, followed by Reymont who had a Mai Tai of his own.

"Thank you my dear, here you go. I hope to see you around here more often." jiggady paid her and she wanderd away. "Well Reymont, taking a drink and actually relaxing are we?"

"Ha. You should watch yourself, I doubt that Ann Marie would like to see you chatting with these girls."

"What's that?" Natsu asked, pointing. "All of those police vehicles... are they filming a movie?"

Scarlet frowned slightly, taking a step forward. "No... there's a TV crew, but I think those are actual police. Arresting somebody."

"You mean like an actual crime?" She gaped at the scene. "Do you think it's a murder? We had one of those in Tir Eselyn two months ago..."

One that the papers know of, anyway. "Maybe we'd best be moving on, ma'am," the foxgirl said.

"Can't we stay a little longer? It should be safe from all the way over here."

Scarlet sighed. "You're the boss..."

D'ron smiles at Lesley, cuddled in his arms, and looks at the their clothes strewn out all over their floor, as he strokes her hip with an idle finger.

"At least we know the bed is comfortable now." Lesley giggles, and D'ron kisses the top of her head.

Lesley looked up at him, love shining in her eyes, and said, "We should probably put in an appearance on the beach, so people know we are here at least."

D'ron grunted in reply, not wanting to get up from their current entangled position, though when she started to push off of him, he consented.

They quickly slipped into their clothing again, minimal though it might be, and grabbed some towels, and sunglasses. Making sure to coat liberally with suntan lotion, though not allowing it distract them this time, they got ready to go down to the beach.

A few minutes later, walking hand in hand, they arrived on the beach, and unable to wait any longer, tore off their covering clothes, leaving only their bathing suits, and raced to the water.

Lesley beat D'ron by perhaps two steps, though mainly because he perfered to follow his wife when they ran. Tackling her playfully, they vanished momentarily beneath the waves.

Surfacing again, embracing, they both broke into laughter, feeding off one another's happiness.

Sometime later, they stumbled out of the water to lie on the beach towels, soaking up the sun, in loving silence.

OOC:How do your people already know Thellas has been picked up? No Cops episodes are live, they are all taped. Your people wont have much clue until a backround check is done.

The police officer and army captain looked over toward Thellas before looking back over toward each other. A growl being emitted from the cops throat before the captain spoke up once more. "I'm sorry, did we happen to ask you exactly what you spoke? Answer only the questions I ask. I also didnt ask you where we can check your ID. We'll check your ID with our sources. Now pipe down cause if you keep chatting your going to get gagged."

Two police officers behind Thellas made sure the handcuffs were snapped and locked in place in such a way it was on the verge of being painful.When the handcuffs were on the cops moved back and allowed for the soldiers themselves to take over. The head police officer removed the ID and passed it over toward the captain. Meanwhile all of this was being caught on tape. Raising it slightly up to his eyes he went over it carefully.

"Well, now I dont know what you were trying to accomplish...but this ID looks so horribly fake..." The captain said aloud although he meant to think it to himself. Two of the soldiers grabbed onto one of each of Thellas's arms and began to move him, dragging him if need be toward one of the ISSAPCs. The captain walking ahead of him, another soldier walked behind the group and constantly poked Thellas in the back around his ribcage grumbling lightly, "Move faster damnit."

One ISSAPC began to lift off heading back toward the base while the second one awaited for the captain his guys and Thellas to be loaded up and secured. The police converged with each other and began to talk as the camaraman began to follow Thellas closely zooming in. A police officer speaking in spanish as a narrator talked about what had happened. It was definately going to be an interesting Christmas for someone.

Daeron and Malkom pulled up in a Yellow Cab just in time to see the elf getting hauled away. They chuckled to themselves, as they always thought it was good to see elves being hauled off by the authorities. After grabbing their luggage and paying their driver, they go to check in. THe arrangement had been made; an all-inclusive weekend. Sure, it cost an arm and a leg, but money was hardly an issue for these two. As they wandered through the hallways and lobbies, they were impressed by the number of well-to-do guests roaming about. And the weather was perfect.

OOC: NYJ, would you be willing to host an Ambassador from the Federation of Territorial Conquerors? I would probably send James Wentworth, our soon to be UN Ambassador. He requires a vacation before settling into his new job.
A Government Jet is on standby to transport him to your resort upon recipt of acceptance.

Nejra had managed to actually find his room in the gigantic hotel. Proud as he was, he had refused being shown the way by a bellboy. For the last fifteen minutes, he had been cursing himself for being so uptight. But, eventually he had found his suite, and he quite liked it. Drinking a small cocktail from the minibar, he stared out of his window, which offered him a view at the ocean. After standing their for a while, doing nothing but sipping on his drink and staring at the ocean, he decided to get out of the suit he was wearing. He switched it for a pair of baggy jeans and a loose shirt, a left over from the popular subculture he had belonged to in his youth. Only difference was, that these clothes were custom made and were designed in such a way to still look semi-formal.

"Well, let's hit the beach then"

OOC:All are welcome except several nations who already know who they are. The reason why ICly the Senate made Greg have this open to other delegates as well was to promote intl. diplomacy and goodtidings.

Sirithil, of course, had made prior arrangements, unlike Theallas. Gilthoniel was safely berthed at Roosevelt Roads, fighter complement and all. Even now, she walked down the beach towards the resort... wait, what was this? It looked like filming a movie... no, wait, those were police dropships. Someone was being arrested, and it was probably a big deal. The Elentári wandered a bit closer, just to take a look.

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It was only a matter of time, a bellhop from the resort moved over to Gregory's hammock and gave him a letter. Taking it he removed his reading glasses from his shorts pocket and slipped them on. Grumbling alittle he looked over toward Matthew, "Greg will be good. I have some buisness right now to take care of however. Unexpected guests and all. Please forgive my exit." Moving off the hammock he had sent the bellhop back to the hotel to get his holster and gun.

He waited only a few moments for the bellhop to return with the Colt .45. A gun of mostly ceremonial value it was still a gun. Wrapping the straps of the holster around his waist and right leg he let it hang alittle low on his side. The guns weight doing most of the tugging down as he ran down the beach toward the direction of where the police and para-military unit were located. For all his years in the military, years in the top office had taken their tool. He wasnt running for long and he had to slow himself down to a jog after awhile before reaching the scene all together.

Of the police and military he looked out of place in a tropical shirt and shorts with gun in a holster. However he was saluted by one of the soldiers who caught a glimpse of him. The captain looking back also stopped to salute. The two guards who were holding Thellas jerked him back to a stop and turned him around to face Gregory. Who was breathing heavy from the run. The police officers quickly moved to surround the well known President. He was the first hispanic elected to the highest government office and sort of a role model in Puerto Rico. The island where his family came from.

The lead police officer whispered into Gregory's ear shooting a dirty look over toward the handcuffed man every now and then. Gregory himself couldnt help but snicker abit which was followed by an exhausted sigh. "Mr. Thellas...if that is your real name, you GDODAD spy, have caused quite a commotion. I could have you shot right here...give me a reason I shouldnt and I'll order them to transfer you to New Jersey we're you'll then be sent over to your consulate for deportation out of the nation. On one of our flights. First though...give me a reason."

"Let me see, ah yes the reservation checks out sir. You will be in room 629, with your own bedroom, bath, and small living room." The concierge handed his key and clapped his hands for a bell boy to take up the luggage. jiggady motioned for the ship hand that he was no longer needed and the sailor turned round and headed back off to the ship, slightly jealous after what he saw here.

Now standing in his room jiggady gazed out the window, impressed with what he saw. And a quick change into his bathing shorts and they were back outside wandering about.

"This place is so big I have no idea where to head to first. We'll I'm going to head to the beach and find a nice chair by a bar, you can return to the ship and enjoy the amenities there." jiggady donned his sunglasses.

"Sir I dont want to leave you alone here."

"Why Reymont do you lke it here and not want to leave?" jiggady asked playfully.

"Its not that sir, I just dont trust their operaion here."

"Well not to worry, I'm sure everything will be fine. Besides I doubt that they would take kindly to the presence of armed bodyguards here. If anything comes up I will be sure to radio you."

Reymont stared at jiggady for several long minutes trying to intimidate his friend and leader into submission. However, jiggady would have none of it in his current mood and Reymont nodded his head and strolled back to the launch back to the yacht.

The sweet air flowed freely through jiggady as he took a deep breath and headed off in the opposite direction looking for whatever presented itself.

Theallas looked anoyed to say the least, color was starting to appear in his pale face, he started talking, his voice murderessly quiet and cold, "First, the name is Theallas, if you want to add the cognomen, nos Dagnir, second, I am the leader of Thelas, a nation that if you might check is a SATO country. As I stated, I am a servant of Lady Sirithil nos Feanor, who I beleive I see." At this moment he switches to Quenya, he yells over the confusion, "Lady Feanor, please, as one of your servants, can I ask you a favor? Can you tell these humans that I am not a spy, that I am the leader of Thelas, a Menelmacari protectorate, and that I am NOT a GDODAD spy?"

Matthew lay there for at least half an hour, simply sipping his drink, and relaxing. However, once his drink ran out, he decided to head back to the hotel for a bit. Getting up, he began to walk towards the hotel. As he reached the building, he saw that quite a few people had arrived. Looking down onto the beach, he could also see some troops and police, along with Greg...and a man in handcufs...all standing there. Matt wondered what was going on. "Must have been a robbery or something." He thought, and kept walking, but every couple seconds he would look over to try to get a better idea of what was going on.

During the time that he was looking over there, he rounded a corner, and walked right into Jiggady (literally). Matt immediatly jumped back, apologizing. "Are you alright? I am so sorry. I didn't even see you coming!"

Oh good, they're arresting somebody. At least there's some law and order in this place.

Bob Pratt grimaced as he washed his margarita down with a solid ice cube. The next one, he decided, he would attempt to chew before swallowing. Nothing was worse than coldthroat!

Reclining on a fold-out chair-thing, he managed to look like the least well-placed individual on the island, cooking as he was under the sun and still wearing the oppressive clothing.

"Senorita! Una mas!" he calls out, hoping it's Spanish. Despite being as profoundly Santa Barbaran as anybody, he never bothered to learn the Spanish language. He even managed to turn it from the language of the nation to an outlawed tongue.

But then, he was an oppressive man. It went well with his clothing.

He grimaced again.

Bah. Vacations..

One minute he was enjoying his Magarita and the next he was seated in the sand, looking about quizically. This was a strange turn of events, yet his mood could not be affected while in this paradise. jiggady eased himself onto his feet and looked down at the ground in disappointment, and mourned the loss of his drink.

"Ah, dont bother over it friend, I myself was too caught up in the senery to see anyone comming. You're actually one of the first people I've seen here except for the hotel staff, I was begining to wonder how many other leaders would be taking advantage of this resort. Oh, at least let me introduce myself. My name is jiggady, s. chief of state from Jiggady, attracted here with the promises of a nice relaxing holliday."

"Boiled egg for breakfast Mrs. Foxfour?"

"Yes, please."

Twat (Pron. Thwaite) walked over to the mouthpiece that passed messages from the waiters in the dining room to the cooks in the kitchen. "Feeeeb, one boiled egg." He turned and half-smiled to the guests in the room as he waited for the reply.

"Feeeeb, hello?"

Twat turned back to the communications hole. "Feeeeb, yes hello."

"Feeeeb, who is it?"

"Feeb, its Mr. Thwaite."

"Feeeeb, he's not here. Can I take a message?"

Twat cursed quietly, walked two steps to the door leading into the kitchen, opened it and looked in on Eddie crouched beside the message hole. "Eddie, it's me! Okay? It's me! Now will you stop embarrasing me in front of the guests and just take the order!"

Twat closed the door, smiled to the guests with a little laugh to lighten the mood, and crouched down beside the hole. "One boiled.... f*ck. Feeeeb one... oh, forget the feeeb business! One boiled egg!"

"Hang on, I'll write it down."

"No! Eddie! Just remember it!"

"Okay. How do you spell egg?"

"Just remember it!"

"Shit. Now I've broken my pencil."

"Eddie! Eddie!"

Eddie was silent. From the dining room, Twat could hear screaming and yelling from the kitchen. Some kind of argument, presumably. Eventually, the screaming was silenced and replaced by a rythmic metallic thumping.

Dunk! Dunk! Dunk!
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Dunk! Dunkdunkdunk! Dunk Dunk!
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Dunkdunkdunkdunkdunkdunk!
Dunk! Dunk! Dunk!
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Eddie pushed open the door and walked into the dining room, a battered frying pan in one hand. "Chef has... hurt himself."

"How badly?"

"Indescribably badly. He... hit himself over the head seventeen times with a frying pan."

Siri smiles. "You want me to say something to these humans?" she asks.

She turns to Gregory.

"Mára ré, Gregory," she said, squatting down slightly and giving him a hug. "What a lovely island."

(OOC: Mára ré = Quenya for 'good day'.)

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The younger Argonian glances around the lobby briefly, then wheels his elderly charge over to the reception desk. Spying the bell, he rings it three times.

"Hello?"

He says in the gravelly voice of Argonian-accented english

OOC: umm Menelmacar, did you read my post?

Matt helped the man up. He really, really felt bad about hitting him over. "I'm Matthew Terrus, President of the United Federation of Free Pacific States. Pleasure to meet you." Matt extended his hand, hoping that in Jiggady's culture, the shaking of hands meant the same as in the FPS. "Again, I'm terribly sorry. Let me buy you another drink, at the very least. What a terrible way to start a vacation!"

jiggady accepted the outstreched hand and shook it vigorously, the man was after all polite enough.

"Never mind, never mind though I have had people killed for less than that. I'm just kidding, especially with another world leader, and the only one I have met here so far. I rarely get the opportunity to leave my nations boarders to meet other leaders and visit other nations. I would certianly not let such a trivial matter ruin a vacation." He dusted himself off from all the sand that had somehow gotten into his shirt pocket.

"Although, the drink does sound nice. And I bumped into quite the pretty young lady somewhere serving drinks."

Matt laughed at the joke, and then began walking with Jiggady back towards the hotel. "So, when did you get here?" he asked. Matt really liked this guy. If only all nation leaders were like this.

OOC:I'm pretty sure she looked at your post. And that was her response.

"My dear Siri, it is so good to see you once more. Looking good as always as well.Its been so long.When was the last time we've seen each other,that terrible thing in Central Park?We are most definately going to need to catch up, and you will of course allow me to show you the rainforest. But before we get to that..." He wrapped one arm around her and gave her a hug.Holding it for abit as he had not seen her in so long he finally released reluctantly and stepped to the side. His free hand removing the gun from his holster and raising it up toward Theallas's forhead.

"You speak spanish, and Siri has taught me to speak your language. Tell me who the hell do you think your calling 'these humans?'. You are in a country not elven, bringing warships and fighters into a nation which you are NOT allied with. You are not SATO and I can recite the SATO nations by heart. You...are....not...in SATO.Now you GDODAD spy, Lady Sirithil nos Feanor does not know you," the saying of her name and lineage was meant as direct insult to Theallas who no one had gotten his name right. Whether on purpose or by accident was a different story. "Most of all I do not know you. This is my island, attached to my country and frankly you are running out of precious seconds to answer my question before I turn you over to the military for prompt execution. Tell me. Why should I let a lying, spy go?"

Gregory made sure the Colt was kept up at the mans forhead, of course this wasnt enough to make sure Theallas did nothing, as the soldiers and police officers around Theallas raised their weapons circling and pointing them at him. Eight AR-15s and 12 M-16A2s were pointed toward Theallas complementing the single Colt .45 pointed toward Theallas.

As D'ron and Lesley finished building a sand castle, fairly good, considering their tools are limited to their hands and clothing, they are disturbed by a loud roaring sound overhead, as 36 fighters and a largish dropship roar by.

D'ron, reacting with years of trained instinct, tackles Lesley into the sand castle, spraying sand everywhere as he covers her body with his own.

After a second, he rolls off of her, realizing that nothing has happened, and smiles at his wife sheepishly.

She grins back and hugs him, though, knowing his instincts have saved them in the past, she isn't about to complain. Arching her eyebrow in question, she says, "Shall we go see what that was about?"

D'ron nodded, and they crested a rise in the beach, watching the whole scene from a safe distance, though steadily edging closer once they saw Lady Sirithil and the President of NYNJ, though neither could call up the name at the moment, and were too relaxed to worry about it.

Padding near silently up behind Sirithil, they watched with interest as the President put a gun to the elf's head, though they could not see the elf well enough to identify him through the armed police officers.

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"This is exciting! Isn't that Siri?"

Scarlet nodded. "But it's 'Sirithil' if you happen to meet her. Maybe even 'Lady Sirithil,' if you want to make a better first impression. And the guy next to her is the President of New York and New Jersey. And Puerto Rico, incidentally, so don't go asking him any stupid questions, got it?"

"Don't worry. Who's the guy they're arresting?"

A shrug. "Can't really tell, from here. Elf, though. That's probably a bit unusual, here."

"Let's go see!"

"...We are not walking into the middle of an ongoing arrest attempt, Natsu."

"I thought I was the boss," Natsu said, mock-put out.

"Yeah, as long as you're not in danger, and that qualifies. C'mon, let's get to the hotel already."

"In a minute, they look like they're almost done..."

Scarlet sighed again. This was looking to be a long 'vacation.'

His eyes casually wandered around the beach front and caught glimpses of several other apparent leaders on vacation, most of them humans, jiggady thought he saw some who were obviously from Ravenspire he had heard much about them but never meet them, also he could pick out several who were deffinetly elves but he always had a hard time telling one elf from another.

Getting his attention back to his new friend jiggady smiled and said:
"Oh, I just got in a little over an hour ago and have been wandering about, it's sor of strange just walking on the beach and bumping in to so many other world leaders, rather than dealing with them on the phone or in a conference, or God forbid in war. But the bar sounds like a good plan, I can check out more of what this place has to offer. And the bar is a great place to start a ruckass, and do I like a ruckass."

Albert had checked in, gotten his suitcase put away in his room, now he was ready to have some fun. He emerged from the hotel and headed for the beach, bare chested now and with his shorts exchanged for a pair of swimming trunks. The sunglasses still rested on his eyes, the sandals were on his feet, and a towel was draped over his shoulder.

As he walked, he looked around, noticing some of the other people here. There appeared to be a commotion of some sort going on a ways away, lots of cops and soldiers. Albert drifted in that direction, wondering what was going on. He didn't recognize anyone in the crowd, save for Lady Sirithil. They'd never been formally introduced, but she'd been pointed out to him at the Lavenrunz Winter Ball. An Elf was in handcuffs, Albert deduced that Sirithil was probably defending him. The President of Glorious Humanity knew better than to get involved, and so just watched from a safe distance.

Those on the beach might notice Robert Soban, chairman of defense, windsurfing. And he's quite good at it, too.

Theallas sighed quite annoyed, "If you are going to arrest me, at least get my name right. Secondly, Thelas IS in SATO, or attleast once the SATO admissions office gets off their asses it will be (OOC: Territory please get moving on that). If you read the papers Thelas is a protectorate of Menelmacar. Can I help it if the only Thelasian ship within miles was a Valor class assualt cruiser. If you would bother to look anything up, the only craft Thelas diplomats EVER use is the Alexius Class Four dropship. I appologise for the fighters, but blame my staff, I can't go anywhere with out an escort. I deeply appologise, and I ask you quite firmly to take this gun away from my head before some one gets hurt." Through this Theallas was starting to get very annoyed. For a second Theallas closed his eyes opening them again. Now a solid pale blue, any emotion that was visible in them was gone. It was almost like starring into the depths of space, cold, unforgiving. As he spoke his voise also had lost emotion. "Now if you would please let me go, before we cause this situation to degrade further than it has."

On the magical front, Theallas had starting to gather magic around himself, readying to rase a magic sheild incase bullets started flying. Probably only Sirithil could sence this.

"And about the 'these humans' remark, what else should I say? You are a human are you not? 'These' is a proper part of speach correct? Therefore, I was saying nothing wrong, I did not mean it derogitavly."

Theallas now switched to Sindarin, a dialect that Sirithil proabaly could speak, but that the now agravated pressident could not, "Milady, can you tell them that Thelas is a protectorate of Menelmacar, that Thelas is in SATO (or soon will be), that I am not a GDODAD spy. And finally that I meant nothing derogative by my 'these humans' remark?"

The younger Argonian notices a sign-in book to the left of the bell, and with a mental slap to the forehead, signs for himself and his parent. That done, he deposits the bag and his elder in the room and heads to the bar.

OOC: Say something that could be taken as a threat, and then switch to a language nobody understands? Yeah, that's a good plan... 8)

"Definitly." agreed Matt. When they reached the hotel, Matt opened the door and motioned for Jiggady to go ahead. He always kept to his manners...not to mention, he liked this guy, and didn't want to screw up their "friendship".

The changing over of languages was the last straw. Drawing his Colt .45 back he then moved it quickly ahead in an attempt to slam it right into the handcuffed leaders nose as the man spoke Gregorys voice raised to intredict in the attempt at conversation. "That's the last straw. You come into my country in a way which could if times were worse constitute an act of war, you tell a nation actively in SATO, to go check GDODAD for your crediential clarification. When you ask Lady Sirithil to tell 'these humans' something she comes over tells me hello and gives me a hug. Now your going to threaten me on my own soil. And switch over languages hasnt anyone ever told you it is not polite to switch over to a language no one else understands?. "

Gregory was livid now, his face was flushed and he was honestly contemplating having this man shot on the spot. Turning his head over toward the Army Captain and then over toward the Police Sargeant he wondered what he would say. But that thought was still alittle bit away as he looked forward and began to speak once more. "We have a sport called baseball in this country. Normally after three swings and misses at attempting to hit a ball your considered out. You've got seven strikes going against you. I no longer care whether you are a GDODAD spy or not. Its also rather obvious that Lady Sirithil does not know you. I shouldnt even give you a choice in this matter but I will. Military execution, or your going to be taken off this island by my forces and sent up to New Jersey, we're we will contact your government and have you sent home...and I swear to god,mine and yours,if you give any of my people trouble, it will be in a pinebox.What will it be?"

OOC:This incident is on pause until after Christmas. For the sake of myself and others who have things to attend to. I wont be posting until after the 25th. Everything else in the thread can continue on as is. For the exception of myself and Thelas all other nations characters if they wish can leave the scene and return once the pause is off.

Bob Pratt proceeds to get drunk, alone.

jiggady walked into the door, and the wave of air conditioning hit him like a wall. It was a relief though, as it could get oppressive at times.

The bar was sparsly populated at this hour of the day, even though it was a resort bar that should usually be hopping with vacationers. A couple people were lying about looking like they deffinetly had to much to drink.

jiggady was envious of them, he enjoyed regularly drinking himself into a stupor. He was then filled with regret, the young girl who had served him his other drink was no were to be seen.

Benedict M. Sukothai looked out the window Consular aircraft (basically an Air Force One-ified Airbus 380, with F-16 fighter escort) flew acorss the Pacific and over Latin America to de los Santos' reosrt in Puerto Rico.

"Attention air traffic control, this is Syskeyia One, requesting permission to land.

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

Matt began walking towards the bar, but realized that Jiggady might not want to sit on a stool. So he stopped in midstep, and, turning around, asked, "Where would you like to sit? And what drink would you like? I'd like to buy you that back immediatly.

OOC:Thread is hereby unpaused. Go on and post again.

"A seat at the bar is plenty fine for me, reminds me of the days where I could just hang out before I became a world leader. I'll tell you, sometimes I dont know if all the stress is worth the praise and undying love of my people. I'm bloody twenty five years old, I should have an appartment and be trading through girlfriends like baseball cards. But I guess that life doesnt beat power, mmmmm power." At that last sentiments jiggady closed his eyes and almost started to drool. Eh who gives a damn what people might think to look at him.

"A simple Rum and Coke is more than plenty for the other drink. I'm a conusour of rum and have been meaning to taste the local brands anyway."

Outside the sirens still blazed, and jiggady's attention was momentarially averted. Whatever the hell is going on out there at least I know the security is good.

As the pistol but swoared twoards him, Theallas raised his sheild, physicaly he held still, magicaly, his energy released around him, appearing as a heat distortion. After the danger was somewhat past THeallas droppped his sheild, and spoke, "I will leave, of my own power. I was only talking to Sirithil in private, in my language."

Siri shrugs a bit, watching all this. "It was pretty rude," she says. "Greg, he basically just repeated his initial question, asking for my protection."

She pauses a moment. "Now, here's the way I see all this. One, I do know this person. He's General Theallas of Thelas. Two, despite his being a servant of mine, I'm not about to save him from having to take responsibility for his own actions. Three, that said, it's probably best not to shoot him until after a trial, given that he may very well be simply stupid rather than a spy."

She turned to Theallas next. "An assault ship may have been the only craft in miles, but you had numerous options. You could have called for, and awaited, a diplomatic craft. You could have secured alternate transportation in advance. You could have called ahead to inform the Puerto Ricans of the nature of your vessel. And you sure as hell should have left the fighters at home. Thirty-six! Gods, man, what were you thinking? I had half a mind to shoot them down myself."

"Now, Theallas, assuming you get out of this, I should state that you've a long history of doing things which, were I human, would have given me an ulcer long ago. You need to work on this 'servant of the Lady' thing a bit; often it seems from my viewpoint you call yourself such when it is convenient, and do your own thing the rest of the time. I did not say you could build a massive fleet, now did I? Why would I, even? It would be foolish. And that's only the beginning; you have this habit of going off making military and foreign policy decisions without clearing them with me first. That's not something a protectorate can do, and I tire of it. I won't tolerate it any longer."

"And finally, both of you... let us resolve this, quickly, so I can enjoy my vacation. I just spent all last night as a hostage to freakishly polite Reich-sympathizing Lavenrunzian terrorists, and I do not need more stress right now."

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Regent of Lavenrunz
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OOC: I am testing a new sig, so any edits proabaly will be me trying to get the link to work.

IC:

Theallas nodded, looking quite ashamed of himself, "Yes Milady. I did act, foolishly." He paused for a moment, "You were 'a hostage to freakishly polite Reich-sympathizing Lavenrunzian terrorists'? That sounds weird.

About the massive fleets, I considered that domestic policy that would not affect Menelmacar. The Menelmacari fleet is still many times larger than the Thelasian fleet. I also did not want to pester you with nemerous messages."

OOC: Actualy,I never clear anything with you because of OOC reasons. You see, I never actualy know wether you get them. When I first started RPing as an Elven nation I tried to RP with you, but you neve answered my TGs, thus I have the feeling that you never actualy get the damn things.

IC: Theallas looked at Gregory de los Santos, "I am sorry for the inconveniance. Let me explain the situation. I just came back from Canada-Germany doing some investigation into the possibility that Lady Sirithl has a long lost relative. Unfortunatly the elves who were imprisoned and escaped detonate a car bomb, I was wounded in the aftermath. My doctor, proabaly the only person exept for Lady Sirithil who I take orders from, releived me of command and ordered me to take a vacation. As such, I end up here, not exactly in the best of positions. Technicaly right now, I have the same millitary and domestic power as any normal Thelasian citizen.

~General Theallas
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"It was not mere domestic policy; the effects of a military buildup extend beyond your borders. Further, your announcement regarding the fleet specifically stated an intention to have the capability to challenge Menelmacar's. This is intolerable; construction will cease. Immediately. As to the messages, I have permitted you great autonomy, and in every case you have used it to do precisely what you knew would displease me. Thus, you no longer have this autonomy."

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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Theallas sighed, "What else could I say to the world stage? That Thelas is going to become a puppet state? I could have just pulled a page out of EOTEDs' book and just built up a massive fleet. As it is the world is unstable. If a nation that is allied closly to SATO builds up a millitary, then signs a mutual defence pact with Knootoss, a pact that mentions the CACE, GDODAD, and Arda, how do you think those alliances will react. I don't think that the GDODAD would react too strongly, they know me, and also know I would never launch a pre-emptive strike with out a damn good reason, the CACE and Arda I have no clue, Morgoth is always a wild card. Noone knows how he would react.

Thelas had to make a show to the stage, I had to show that Thelas was not just a Menelmacari puppet, that we could act on our own. Defend ourselves on our own. I also had to make a shw to our people. We are Sindar, you are Noldor. There is still alot of animosity between our people. Some of my people would never let me live if they thought that they were puppets ofa Noldor, and in their minds, not just any Noldor, but the mother of an elf who slaughterd their people, my people.

As to the fleet, it has been finished. The ships will not be decomishoned, that would be a great waste of recources. Oh, and by the way, we could have used your help in Aelosia, or at least your rational influence."

Theallas slowly exhaled, letting the sheild drop.

OOC: In responce to Menelmacar's poiting something out, I will post some clairifacation, I was reffering to one of the sons (I am too lazy to go find my Simarilion) who helped Feanor

OOC: Siri was Fëanor's wife. Not mother. Wife. Please, dammit, get it right.

IC:

"Fine. Keep your damned fleet; remember, though, that should I require 'operational control', it will be given without question. And you'd better hope it's good enough, because you're not building any more, and you obviously don't think you need Menelmacari military backing. Further, said treaty was itself a foreign policy decision, one which as a protectorate you've not the right to make. If your Sindarin don't like me, that's their - and your - problem, not mine. I don't suppose a little education might help, rather than you letting them remember me only for one incident that I not only had nothing to do with, but even tried to stop him from doing! Never mind that I have fallen all over myself for the past thirty-five thousand years to prevent it from happening again! I've done what I can; if your people insist on bigotry, it is for you to deal with - being a domestic matter and all."

"As for a 'statement'... I don't suppose you actually know what a protectorate is, do you? Really, your excuses become tiring. And as I said, I won't be tolerating it any longer."

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Theallas nodded, "Yes Milady. I will keep you informed of any polocy moves, before they are announced, in the future."

"Glad to hear it," the Elentári replied dryly.

~Siri

OOC: Nice time for Aliria and Theallas to "speak" about their "relationship".

IC:

Using her usual diplomatic shuttle, Aliria arrived at the resort, without any escorts or companions, trying to find finally a little rest in the sun of the caribbean. And to think that I was at that Winter Ball trying to find some relax. Fanatics, they always destroy peace. I was trying to get some rest from all that problems about the Human Banning Decree, and all I got was getting myself kidnapped.

She came into the lobby, asking to the man in the counter. "Buenos días, soy la Princesa Aliria D'Hyru del Imperio de Aelosia, creo que mi gobierno reservó una suite para mí", she said to the man, then stopping a little to see the guests list while the man checked her reservation.

The Eléntari, what a surprise, I hope this time some wacko don't try to seize the resort. And...General Theallas. Oh my, oh my, this is going to be a long, long trip. "Por favor regístreme bajo el nombre de Lúthien Tinúviel, estoy de incógnito", she said to the man, searching for her sunglasses in her handbag.

OOC: Thelas, I thought that your people were Noldor, not Sindar. You stated that long time when you said that Theallas was a Menelmacari renegade, as a matter of fact, Kithail would approve you if you were a Sindar. And I suppose that you're talking about Caranthir, Celegorm and Curufin (Fëanor and Nerdanel/Sirithil sons) who destroyed the Sindarin Kingdom of Doriath and killed Dior the heir of Thingol to steal the Silmaril. Fëanor never had nothing against with the Sindarin. Please find your Silmarillion if you're going to make statements related to the book. :D

OOC: Ahh crap, I knew I was out classed, okay here we go, yes Theallas is Sindar, but he does come from Menelmacar, it is a wierd story. Theallas really was sort of a Menelmacari (Menel, please don't kill me for these next parts), he came from a town on the borders of Menelmacar, and I think I told you the rest, and yes you are right I was talking about Caranthir, Celegorm and Curufin, just I did not want to dig through the rubble of my room to find the book. (I have trouble finding my lap-top, so finding a small paperback book would be hell, what can I say, I am in college. And I have my god Simarilion behind a glass case.)

I am still working on my nations back story... studying Tolien history on the web can be hell, all the slash fiction that you find (I never want to see another Gandalf/Sauron fic...)

A shadow fell over Bob Pratt.

Looking up, he noticed the shadow belonged to a strangely familiar form, gigantic and looming in a heavy trenchcoat. Almost as out of place on the beach as Bob himself was.

"Bob. It's urgent, very urgent, something terrible has happened," the shadow said.

"Tzu? Izzat-" here Bob Pratt hiccupped, "zat you? You're awe-foal big today, or at leasht you look like it..."

Tzu knelt down to a crouch, and the shadow lessened. "I hate to interrupt your vacation like this, but it was the only way I could reach you."

"Oh, don't worry. You're a good friend to me, Gonzhalo, you alwayzh have been," Bob said. He lifted his eleventh margarita up to his lips and slurped noisily. "Aaah. Goot goot goot."

Tzu smiled, patiently, but with a tone of sadness. "Bob, there is terrible news. We should go somewhere to discuss this-"

"No," Bob said immediately. "Let'sh dishcush thish here, it'sh jush a beach, the weather... ah, the weather ish shure pretty..."

"Very well," Tzu said. Then, lowering his voice, he said, "MetaPratt One has registered a disconnect (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=102787&start=20) from the OOTG flagship Impunitas. At first it seemed like MP1 was turning sentient-- but..."

"Oh, WOW!" exclaimed Bob too loudly, "A sentient computer!"

"Shh!" chided Tzu. "It's not sentient, as I was about to say..."

"Damn," Bob said, disappointed.

"As I was about to say, Bob. The Impunitas has disconnected itself forcefully from the rest of the fleet-- and the rest of the world. On purpose. Deliberately."

Frowning, Bob said, "That'sh my brother's ship."

"Yes," Tzu said. "Yes, it is. I needn't remind you it's also the most powerful warship ever built, and can devastate entire continents in a very short period of time?"

Bob chuckled. "Well, that Toby, he likesh those weap-weapons..."

"Bob..." Tzu began.

Bob belched, grotesquely. He was, of course, stinking drunk.

Taking a deep breath, Tzu continued. "Bob, all of my sources indicate that Toby, your brother, has taken advantage of the absence of Cheng's battle squadron to initiate a grab for power, using the might of the Impunitas to destroy your support from orbit!"

Bob blinked. "Toby, my brother?"

"It's hard to believe, sir, that is why I've checked the data twice, and twice again. There is no doubt. You can verify it yourself; MetaPratt One doesn't lie. You must act now, if you wish to remain in power."

Shaking his bald head, Bob said, "No, no. That... you're lying! You're lying, or evil, or both!"

"Even if that were true-- and nothing could be further from the truth-- how could I possibly get MetaPratt One to lie as well? Sir, he's been using the Overwatch Program to secure his own support back home. Right now, he is threatening the entire Conglomerate with utter annihilation."

"Why would he- I mean, why would he do that? He wouldn't do that, not my brother..."

Tzu shrugged. "You have had your differences, I know. If you still don't believe me, think of how many times lately that you've disagreed even more. Maybe he feels threatened, maybe this is a mid-life crisis, or maybe he's being influenced by foreign powers. I cannot say for certain. All I know is, you must act, and now."

Bob lifted a finger, as if to make a point, and then turned and vomited onto the sand. Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned back. In a hoarse whisper, he asked, "What should I do?"

Bob Pratt's voice had never sounded so weak and confused. The alcohol had done half of Tzu's job, if not more...

"Bob, I recommend full mobilization of the ITDO (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=107091), to stop the Impunitas at all costs."

Burping once more, and gulping bile down with it, he replied, "But isn't-- isn't that Toby's? How..."

"Some of the orbies may have been seduced to rebellion, but most of the ITDO is still loyal to you, of that I'm sure. Come, we must go."

But Bob wasn't feeling very mobile himself. Instead, he signalled to a beautiful brown-skinned serving girl some distance back to the resort. "Heinrid, Heinrid should handle thish..."

Tzu nodded, as if he expected this. In truth, he had hoped for the transfer of power to go immediately to himself, but of this he gave no indication. He said, "Well, Chairman Abadas can direct the Conglomerate, but I need your signature."

And Tzu produced a nondescript, thin, smooth sheet of white paper with some comfortable blue typing on it. He showed it to Bob, who only gave it a cursory glance, his eyes watering with tears. Bob glanced up at Tzu gratefully. "I guess we should apprehend him then..."

Tzu nodded again. He produced a red ball-point pen with the PCC logo on it, clicked it out, and offered it to Bob. Bob scribbled his name on a broad line near the bottom that said, "Chief Executive Officer, Bob Pratt" next to it.

"I will be... getting quite drunk now..." Bob muttered. Tzu nodded yet again.

"You need your rest, Bob. Save yourself, for the Conglomerate."

The serving girl arrived now, and she smiled with brilliant white teeth at both Tzu and Pratt pleasantly. On her tray were several drinks, including a margarita. Bob reached up and clumsily grabbed it off, slurping it immediately. She offered the tray to Tzu, who shook his head politely. He had already gotten what he came for.

[OOC: I'm assuming Gonzalo Tzu, a very high ranking member of the Conglomerate (and with Bob's implicit permission), was able to successfully pilot and land his chopper at the airport. If that's a problem, let me know.]

Gregory stood off to the side watching the little conversation for abit before looking toward the man once more. "Magic?Nice. If you want I can arrange it that you be dropped over the ocean...lets see if you can fly...but as per Lady Sirithil's request I shall quickly end this. You will not leave under your own power as you are under arrest.You will be transported to Key West,Flordia and transfered into Menelmacari Custody. Lady Sirithil may not be able to contract an ulcer...but I can and for christ sakes is it acting up because of you right now. If I ever see you in my territory again without SPECIAL invitation then you sir, are going to be shot on the spot...and not with regular bullets either. Consider this an incident, of a high level diplomatic nature. One which has led to wars between nations in the past. "

Gregory moved his head to the side toward the direction of the awaiting transport. The military captain and soldiers gave a quick salute before they began moving, with the General, who if he didnt want to move would get dragged along in the sand.

Holstering his pistol with his right, his left hand moved up to rest on his face saying aloud. "Sixty years ago, I would have just shot the stupid son of a bitch. Hell I should order the transport to deviate course in midair and send the bastard to Melkor wrapped up in a bow." Shaking his head side to side he let took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Prick is lucky I didnt call out the..." he caught himself before saying anything else and just began to walk off holster still strapped to his leg. What was suppose to be a relaxing vacation had just turned into a stressful pain and it was clearly visable on Greg's face. The police officers moved off slowly once it was clear the military had things under control. They were followed by the SA-43s in the air who returned back to the field at Roosevelt Roads.

OOC: I would like to us this space to make clear here that Theallas and the player behind Thelas are two different people...

IC:

Theallas just went allong, sighing [i]I wonder if Sirithil will throw me in Omega, again[i]

OOC: Sorry, been busy on the Holidays. I've been reading the last couple of pages, but would someone mind giving me the relative positions of the various characters. Especially NYJ and Menelmecar.....

Aliria just stood in the lobby until she heard the rumor about Theallas being arrested by unwarranted violence.Third time, this man never learns. Should I save his...neck again?. That man was put in my life just to give me troubles.

"Disculpe por escuchar su conversación", she said approaching one of the men talking about the affair in the lobby. "Me gustaría saber dónde está recluido el General Theallas, la verdad necesito hablar con él". (Sorry for overhearing your conversation, but I would like to know where's the General Theallas being held, I need to talk with him).

If Theallas and Sirithil are put in the same place it always end in troubles. And I always must try to fix the problems. The goverment of Thelas should pay for this job.

The two busyboys looked over toward Aliria and moved arms up toward the direction of where the arrest was taking place. They moved off quickly as more guests arrived. They hadnt expected to be as busy as they were and neither did much of the hotel staff. Staff which had taken a vacation this week had to be called in to deal with the overflow of guests from around the world.

Outside the Cops camaraman had caught the entire thing, from the Generals arrest, to the Colt .45 to the forhead, to the verbal thrashing by Lady Sirithil. All the way to the General being pulled away to the transport. Inside of the transport the radio operator contacted Roosevelt Roads Naval Base. "Homeplate this is C-TUT 003, we're carrying a P.C. on board and are transfering him to New Jersey over." The General would eventually be sent down to Florida to be turned over to the Menelmacari however for the time being forms had to be filled out. Of course the General would be informed of this after they had arrived in New Jersey.

Holstering his pistol with his right, his left hand moved up to rest on his face saying aloud. "Sixty years ago, I would have just shot the stupid son of a bitch. Hell I should order the transport to deviate course in midair and send the bastard to Melkor wrapped up in a bow." Shaking his head side to side he let took in a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Prick is lucky I didnt call out the..." he caught himself before saying anything else and just began to walk off holster still strapped to his leg.
Siri walked with him, and put an arm around Greg in a chummer-like sort of way.once out of view of the cameras. "Don't let it get you down. Just try to relax."Think about good things... that usually helps."

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"Wait, wait, espere", said Aliria running to where Theallas was dragged into some kind of transport. "Theallas the Hotheaded, Now in what problem did you put yourself?", she called as the General was at earshot.

OOC: In case your soldiers search me, I shoud proabaly post what they would find on Theallas,

1x Mithril Katana
2x blades in his sleeve cuffs (easily accesable when in hand cuffs), also Mithril
1x Charged Particle Pistol
1x Thelasian ID card
2x Ko-Dachi
4x Daggers
16 Throwing Daggers

The young Argonian takes a seat at the bar, ordering a glass of vodka.

He stopped and looked over toward Siri and just shook his head abit before starting to walk once more. "In my thirty years in the military and thirty years in the government I have never ever wanted to really kill someone. That fool puppet of yours certainly came close to openning a new page in my life. For that try as I might will not be happy this vacation. I knew the senate making this public would a bad idea." He stopped once more and sighed exhaustedly. Holding the bridge of his nose between thumb and forefinger he tilted his head down and said to no one in particular, "I dont know why I vacation anymore. After Central Park, a failed wedding, and now this I should learn better..in ninety years of my life only the first ten where any fun. Now from here to eternity I should just devote myself to my job."

He gave Siri a small hug and then moved off toward the direction of the main complex. "I'll see you at the next offical diplomatic function Siri. Enjoy your stay."

Betrayed.

By his own brother.

The news is crushing, painful, and would be more so were it not for the now-enormous quantities of alcohol Bob Pratt consumed. He had lost count of the margaritas, and blissfully remained unaware of the scorching sun burning his bald head pink.

Toby. Why. Toby. Why...

OOC: In case your soldiers search me, I shoud proabaly post what they would find on Theallas,

1x Mithril Katana
2x blades in his sleeve cuffs (easily accesable when in hand cuffs), also Mithril
1x Charged Particle Pistol
1x Thelasian ID card
2x Ko-Dachi
4x Daggers
16 Throwing Daggers

OOC: ¿?, too much weapons, not even fantasy characters can have all those weapons "concealed".

IC:

"Theallas, What you did?, answer me", almost shouted the Princess, reching Theallas and grabbing his arm. "Why are they taking you prisoner?".

The first vodka disappeared, and a second was ordered.

OOC:Are they all concealed or only the blades?
IC:
Two of the soldiers guarding the enterance to the ISSAPC saw the woman running toward where Theallas was being taken and lowered the M16s from their shoulders and moved to block her path entirely. "Sorry ma'am you cant proceed any further."

"Please, I'm unarmed, I just want to talk with him. Can...Can you call him?", said Aliria, half worried half angered at Theallas.

OOC: What with the sudden influx of weaponry?

"Sorry ma'am to keep him here any longer you would need permission from President de los Santos. Who's over there.." One soldier lifted his arm up to point toward the direction of a man in shorts and a tropical shirt. He was standing right beside Siri and did not look at all pleased at the moment. A gun was clearly visable holster down at his right leg. The soldiers however did not budge, they continued to block the womans path.

"Aliria... just leave it alone, dear. It's not worth it."

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"I'm his...his...his lawyer", said Aliria with a trembling in his voice, not sure of what to say. "If you're going to held him, he'll need one. As far as I know the laws of your country establish that".

OOC: not all of them, only the blades (about 2 inches long), daggers, and throwing daggers (about as long as the blades)

IC:

Theallas turned, his look of suprise was obvious, "A-a-Aliria?" He paused for a moment, "Well, I pulled one of my usual bone-headed stunts. I took a Thelasian dropship in, and the fighter escort angered them, then, they President Santos over there tried to arrest me, we got into a verbal fight. Sirithil just gave me a tougne lashing that I will never forget, and depending on how pleased with me Lady Sirithil is, I may or may not be spending another couple months in Omega again. I am sorry"

OOC: Menelmacar if Theallas does get imprisoned in Menelmacar, can you please respond to the thread this time?

The young warrior observes the commotion out in the courtyard with detatched intrest.

"I'm in debt with him. You can say he's my burden...I'll talk with the president", then she heard the voice of the Eléntari next to her and turned to see the elven lady and the NYJ president. "Oh, Eléntari...you...you're here. What a pleasant surprise. I...I know he always is looking for troubles, but...", she stopped suddenly realizing that she hasn't any "but" to reply with, then she made a delicate bow to Lady Sirithil and to the president, removing her hat. "President De Los Santos, encantada de...pleased to meet you, although...well, not in the best of the circumstances".

Gregory de los Santos in all his years had never snapped before, and when he heard the woman that was the last straw. Charging forward the 6'4" gentlemen kicked up alittle sand with each forward step of his sandles. Breathing rather heavy the two soldiers who had blocked the woman now moved to hold back Gregory. They managed to stop him however the both of them were being pushed back every now and then. He began to yell over toward the woman, "His LAWYER?!. Your this shmucks lawyer? Fine then, we werent going to try him or treat him like much of a criminal we were even going to release him. But you lady just sealed that. General Theallas you are hereby charged with the following crimes. 1)Illegal entry of armmed fighters within the Federal Republic of New York and Jersey, 37 counts. 2)Impersonating a SATO ally, 1 count. Soldiers...search him. If his lawyer wants to play by the law then so be it."

Gregory stopped trying to push forward and raised his arms up to cross over his chest and looked over toward the side. He was visably red and it wasnt from the sunburn. A salvo of curses in spanish and english let loose from his lips as he tried to think of something more pleasent than this. After a few moments he began to calm down and the red began to leave his face for a more normal color.

Oh god, why I said that?. I should said I was her girlfriend. But I'm not his girlfriend, not anymore. Oh, god, Oh god.

"Sorry, Mister President. I didn't wanted to upset you. I...I'm just...well, my deepest apoligies, President. I'll try to defend him from those charges", as she spoke, she was looking at the floor without daring to raise her face. Now I'm humiliated by this clumsy stupid. That's what happen when you're the woman of a man who needs a mother and not a woman.

She turned to Theallas. "How you can give me so many troubles?. How do you do that?. Handling Aelosia's byzantine politics is easier than handling you, you behave like a kid. Now let me think how I can take you out of this mess", her eyes was gleaming red as she spoke, anger filling her pupils. "And this is going to be the last favor I'll do for you and the last time I ever want to see you Theallas. I...don't...want...to...see...you...again".

The two soldiers who were escorting Theallas to the transport stopped now. They moved the General's body forward however and pressed his chest against the side of the transport. One of the soldiers started with his sides but stopped soon after and said loud enough for the camaraman to catch it on tape. "Do you have anything in your pockets or on you that would stab me?" The other soldier was removing any visable weapons from Theallas tossing them onto the ground off to the side.

President de los Santos spoke up once more as he saw the weapons being removed. "It appears you'll also have to defend against multiple counts of weapons possession. If I were you I would plead insanity..." A smile forming onto Gregory's lips as he watched what was going on he turned around once more and began to walk away from the scene. "You know Siri, I think I'll stay for that vacation after all. "

The Argonian finishes his vodka, then returns to his room, wheeling the Elder Argonian down to the bar so that she may partake of some refreshment.

"I'll pledge insanity, or just plain guilty, I suppose the proofs are overpowering, as I see. And my vacations went to hell, as usual, first kidnapped by a fanatic in Lavenrunz and now Theallas doing his usual job. I'm soo tired", said Aliria to the President. "All can I give to you is just an apology, although it's not my fault what happened".

Gregory stopped walking away his back still turned toward Aliri. "I do not know who you are,or what nation you are from. Your apology is not accepted. If you are a lawyer you should not be here unless you claim to be General Theallas's bodyguard. In which case is a different story. Now you can plead guilty and insanity to me all you want, the case is overwhelmingly against this individual. I am not a judge though and will not rule on this issue. A date and time will be set up and his trial will then occur.For now General Theallas will sit in a super-maximum security prison."

"I...I...so be it, Mr President, although I came here to enjoy a pleasant vacation. I'm Princess Aliria D'Hyru of the Sindarin Empire of Aelosia, although I think it's too late for that courtesy. I'll leave your country. Maldito Theallas, siempre arruinándome la diversión", she said, turning to the lobby again.

Albert watched this scene, utterly fascinated. And I thought human politics were spirited...

He was far too much a consummate politician to burst into laughter within earshot of any of the people or Elves involved, although he had to bite his lip very hard. He realized that those involved probably didn't think it was very funny, but from his point of view... seeing that the event was finally coming to a close, he turned and continued on to the beach, his original destination. He was going to do some swimming, before any other interesting happenings came up.

a failed wedding

OOC: Huh? I thought Greg's wedding went fine. Or are you referring to something else?

IC:

What's taking them so long?, thought Syskeyia One's pilot. We should have been cleared for landing hours ago.

"This is Syskeyia One, requesting permission to land, over..."

Meanwhile, President and First Consul Benedict Michael Sukothai streched his limbs as he prepared for some R&R. Let Frank handle everything back in Syskeyiapolis, Sukothai was on vacation...

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

Diedre Rolt walks the sands, admiring the ocean as the sun begins to move down in its evening spiral. So far it has been an enjoyable break from the tangled mass of United Nations politics and diplomatic intrigue of Earth. Stops and drops her sandals as she walks out into the wake pools of the sea. She had heard rumors of the strange arrest and that it was some how connected with Lady Siri's and the NYJ President's momentary absent from the visible scene, but personal she was glad they were gone. The longer they were, the more of an excuse not to go back to playing diplomat.
She crosses her arms, letting the wind and the sand play on her skin. The resort had been surprisinlgy empty. In fact, far fewer people than she had expected. The Vortex party seemed to be missing, but the Elves she had seen early looked like interesting conversationalist. She turns around, picks up her sandals and begins to make her way back toward the resort. Hoping to meet someone along the way, someone who isn't so interested in diplomatic word dances.

Equally, the ennui of sole leadership, nay, dictatorship can take a toll on the soul of those not prepared for solitary rule.

All I long for is a bit of Bullseye...take your time, no rush, steady.

OOC:Either make an actual RP post or dont. Try not to clutter up my thread.

As for the wedding it never completed and the country behind it is gone, so its a failed wedding.

IC:
"Syskeyian One,this is San Juan control your permission to land is granted.Welcome to Puerto Rico.Sorry for the delay we've had some major traffic going out in the past half hour. Cleared to land at runway...."

Back at the party,"Stay if you wish Princess. Do not allow this incident to ruin your stay on the island. If anyone who has ruined his stay here it is the General. Now I take it from what you said he's done this before? If so I'm sorry. Please enjoy your stay and do not worry of the cost. NYNJ will cover it entirely...which is more than what can be said for the nation of Thelas, which shall recieve a pretty large bill for the actions of their leader...not to mention we plan on sending them the bill for the upcoming trial." He turned around and pondered yelling it toward Theallas who was being patted down but he decided not to and decided to just head down the beach once more.

"I think I'll go for a walk..."

Greg walks by Siri and gives her a BUMP as he walks over toward the beach bar. "Come on you can buy me a drink, and we'll charge it to the Thelasian government as part of the counter terrorism troop movement I already plan on charging them for.

D'ron watched the scene with Theallas unfold, and could barely keep from laughing.

Smiling at Lesley, he muttered, though quite loud enough for the elves to hear him, Isn't living forever supposed to help you gain wisdom?"

Lesley tried, but failed to suppress her giggles, and D'ron kissed her head with a grin.

Nodding to those present, "Lady Sirithil, Mister President, Princess. We'll see you all later I presume," D'ron took Lesley's arm and walked in a slightly different direction.

"I wonder if there are boats we can take out."

"You know the Guard would want to kill you if you did that, Dar."

"Perhaps. But what can they do?"

Lesley smiled. "Truth. Let's find a boat."

Sirithil giggled softly, and followed Greg. "Sounds good," she said, "And you can show me what your lovely hotel has to offer a stressed-out Elf who desperately needs to relax."

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"I'm sure we can find a message therapist as they liked to be called here for you. If not I suppose we can find other ways to relieve your stress.You look as if you need a message and dip in a hot-tub as well as a stiff drink.Luckly this hotel can manage all of that. " Gregory waved to the to D'ron and Lesley as they walked off.The hotel did have rental boats but most of them were tour deals and not private rentals for the day. For that there were jetskis to rent.

Slowing down to allow Siri to walk beside of him, he gave her a smile and tried to handle not breaking down in absolute laughter as the entire situation finally began to register in his mind. "My god, that whole thing was rather enjoyable when you dwell on it for alittle while. Well, actually rather sad in a funny way would be a better description...have I mentioned in my ninety years of life I have yet to see anything remotely like what just happened?"

"A hot tub would be very nice... and yes, so would a stiff drink... what are the rooms like?" she asks. "And oh, yes... I noticed the cameras were still rolling when I was dressing down the good General. That should be amusing; I look forward to the broadcast."

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"The rooms are nice, I took the largest suite. It is my vacation afterall. Everyone else just got invited by the Senate so the government would agree to pay for my bill. I believe your suite is on the second to top floor, not as big as mine and it isnt exactly leaderish but I havent decided if I'm going to turn this into an offical resort for government people around the world. I'm still debating the prospect. However with that little incident just now I do not think so. As for the camaraman, they always manage to show up at the right time. I'll be sure to send you a copy of the tape."

Gregory moved off of the beach and onto the main complex now. His right hand moving up and pointing toward a set of stairs."The hot tub is down thatta way. The bar is up on the main level. So I'll pick up the drinks and you get the water as hot as you can tolerate it. Anything you want in particular Siri?"

"Miruvor, if you've got it," Siri says. "Otherwise, a nice Menelmacari red wine." She heads down towards the hot tub; letting her outer robes fall to the floor, she carefully slips into the water, letting out a contented sigh as she turns on the bubbles.

OOC: If this place is based on a RL hotel, does it have a website?

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Greg went toward the bar and looked ahead straining his eyes abit to look around before he asked the bartender. It was a rather specific drink which they didnt have. However the wine was available and he picked up a bottle with two glasses. Making his way down toward the area with the hottub and a pool located just beside of it he crouched down and put the bottle of wine down with both glasses.

"Sorry, about it, they didnt have the drink you wanted. I'll make sure though if there is a next time, we stock up on it." Said as he removed his sandals and shirt dropping himself slowly into the hottub. "I forgot how well Elves could tolerate heat..."

Sirithil looked briefly disappointed, but the wine seemed to satisfy her, and she sipped from her glass happily. "So... what's new in the Big Apple?" she asks, happy to be able to engage in simple small talk for once.

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D'ron and Lesley made their way down the beach a ways before coming across a small rental area, and D'ron grinned as he read the sign.

Only Jetski's for rent.

It wasn't long, though, before D'ron and Lesley were speeding over the waves, laughing.

D'ron was at the controls, with Lesley's arms wrapped around his chest, hanging on for dear life.

"Having fun, dear?"

"Yes!" Lesley shouted over the waves and the engine.

He sighed at the mention of his capital and just proceeded to slouch doen slowly in the hot tub till the water was up to his neck. "Rioting. The VP called out the national guard, thats all I know right now since I'm on vacation and they wont let me know anything else. They say even the super soldier needs a vacation every now and then. I almost had them shot for looking at classified information...but then I realized they called me a super soldier in jest only..." He reached over toward his own glass and instead of sipping from it just drunk heavily from the glass. "How's life on your end of the spectrum?"

"Oh, not much. I just spent a delightful evening in Lavenrunz at the mercy of a pack of terrorists who somehow got the idea that I wasn't the right person to be their regent." She sipped the wine glass. "Apparently they found Matthew Iesus, of all people, to be a preferable candidate. As it turned out, the Mornahossë taught them the errors of their ways. Most painfully, in fact."

She pondered a moment. "Would you like Menelmacari aid in dealing with these riots?" she asked.

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Regent of Lavenrunz
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Theallas in the mean time was trying to sleep on the millitary transport...

He shook his head from side to side abit sitting up once more so that he wasnt nearly submerged in the water. "If they got the national guard out for it, then its probably pretty much over. I'll have enough paperwork to contend with on the matter waiting for me. Unless you want to come back to NYNJ with me to help with the paperwork not much you can do I figure."

He then tilted his head slowly to the side and tried to surpress his laughter at the whole terrorist in Lavenrunz deal, "You know my doctors tried to get me to go to that as the beginning of my vacation? Makes a person glad to be a stubborn old warhorse." If it was anything Greg looked like, it was not in the least old. Raising his left hand up he scratched the back of his head before he rolled his head along his neck slowly. "This feels good...nice to have something feel good after all the crap we have to deal with."

OOC: AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Okay, I am sooo sorry, I got a little, you know, involved in a game I got for christmas. Anyway, could someone make a post bringing me up to date on what happened? Jesus, it's been 6 pages since I last posted! That's hours of reading. Please! Oh yea, and just assume my leader bought Jiggady a drink and then had to go to the bathroom.

Diedre walks into the bar and assumes and slides onto a stool at one end. She orders a a glass of sherry and thanks the bar tender when he sits it down and then turns to watch the other patrons. Pleasantly enjoying herself while sipping on her drink and enjoying her favorite past time, the observation of chaotic society.

jiggady accepted the drink and watched his new friend go off to find a bathroom. The bar was starting to get a bit more crowded, he noticed a woman take a seat down the other end, and others were starting to file in from the beach. Apparently whatever was going on outside was starting to die down and the fellow vacationers were looking to discuss what they saw over some drinks.

He tried to look excited about what was going on as he sipped the drink. Then he stood up with a jovial expression on his face: "Barkeep, a round of drinks for everyone."

Diedre was just about to finish her glass when the man stood up and made his announcement. After several other patrons had taken advantage of the offer she asked for another glass of sherry from the bar tender.
After collecting he renewed glass she nods politely toward the buyer and smiles over the edge.

The young Argonian nods in thanks at the buyer.

'The softskins are generous in this region. I will have to return here on my own one of these days...'

The older Argonian whispers something in the Argonian tongue, and the younger wheels her out into the sun. He himself returns to the bar.

Bob Pratt half-woke from his drunken stupor. His face and skull were bright, alarming red, and drool seeped down from his mouth. He rolled slightly and fell numbly to the sand. The sun had gone down somewhat, but it was still broiling. His head was throbbing.

Then he remembered his brother.

"Drink!" he croaked hoarsely. Then, louder, his voice attempting to carry down the beach in the direction of the bar and grill: "Waitresh... I need a drink!"

Sitting back down jiggady smiled, he was glad that his round of drinks was going over well with the others here on vacation. He had remembered them all being other national leaders, it would be good to stay on their good sides. jiggady checked his wallet, it might be a good idea to open up a tab at the bar if he wished to continue drinking this vacation.

His eyes caught the eyes of several others in the bar and saw their nods of apporval and thanks. jiggady merely nodded his head back and ordered a plate of finger foods, he had wanted to spend time outside on vacation but the airconditioning was just too nice here to leave. He saw the large Argonian (ooc:they are lizards am i right?), and tugged slightly on the collar of his shirt, it appeared to smile at him and he hopped that it was a good sign

OOC: They're about 6'3" bipedal reptiles, and resembles lizards in most ways. You are indeed correct.

Bump come on folks post.

Syskeyia One having landed, President and First Consul Benedict M. Sukothai checks into the hotel, goes up to the suite, and flops on the bed.

Before he goes to sleep, he advises his staff to contact de los Santos once Sukothai wakes up.

God bless,

The Republic of Syskeyia

The younger Argonian, named Arakesh, finishes his drink. He decides to let the vodka settle before drinking any more.

'It lacks the punch of Hist, but this "Vodka" is a fine beverage. The taste is as curious as the name...'

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Matthew Terrus walked back into the bar, and, spotting Jiggady, walked over.
"Sorry to be called away like that, but something very bad came up. Or at least, that's what they told me. Seems my porch fell through, and they wanted me to tell them how to re-do it. Ah well, that's life. I believe I still owe you that drink?"

The massive jumbo jet, symbol of the Drakonian's interest in foriegn affairs started it's slow decent down toward Puerto Rico. The aircraft was slowly returning to it's home, south in the Drakonian Imperium, but for now a quick stop had been planned. The State Aircraft and Symbol of Drakonian and it's Praetorship was returning home from the Federation of Sentient Peoples who had rescued the Praetor and his Queen from the rebels that had marooned them on an Estavian frieghter.

And although, Augustus Drake, Praetor of the Imperium would rather the aircraft skip this stop and head home to it's home in the south of the Caribbean, his wife, Jolené Sutherland, had insisted on the stop. She wanted to speak personally with the Elentári of Menelmacar, Sirithil nos Fëanor.

It was not that Augustus did not want to speak with Lady Sirithil, he did in fact, since he had missed her (thanks to a sudden kidnapping and coup) at the Winter Ball in Lavenrunz. The reason Augustus did not want to stop in Puerto Rico, was the same reason he had not slept since they had been picked up in Sentient Peoples.

He had tried to sleep, but mainly because his wife had wanted him to. As soon as she had fallen asleep (which was quite fast after the ordeal they and the other dignitaries visiting Lavenrunz had suffered), he had retreated out of the small cabin and into his small aerial office.

He now was slouched over his desk with a particularly maddening thought running repeatedly through his mind. He had almost lost her. It seemed to be killing him slowly, and he hated it for that. He hated his helplessness at what had happened.

He had tried to do something and had been left with some nasty cuts on his wrists from where he had tried to forcably break his bindings, and another nice cut and bruise from the butt of the rifle that had smacked him in the face when the rebels had discovered his attempt.

He had almost lost her.

Augustus realized he had been trying to scratch under the bandages on his wrist and forced himself not to, even though they itched so bad it felt as though they were burning.

There was the sound of stirring in the other room and Augustus looked up, realizing that he had been staring pretty intently at those very bandages that adorned his slashed wrists. For a second he had thought to violent rip those bandages from his hurt wrists, as an act of freedom.

"Augustus?" Jolené's voice drifted sweetly and quietly into the office, bringing with it the very thought that seemed to be driving Augustus mad. He had almost lost her.

"Come to bed." He did not answer hoping she would go back to sleep, but knowing she would not. He did not feel like humoring her at this moment.

There the russling of covers in the other room and seconds later Jolené appeared in the aerial office. "What's wrong," she asked softly.

She was still dressed in the gold-trimmed black Federation jumpsuit that had replaced her tattered Ball Costume.

At first Augustus did not answer, but finally he did. "Nothing, I just can't sleep."

"What's really wrong," she asked smoothly again, concern seeping into her voice.

"Nothing," came the automatic response. "I'm just in a bad mood. That's all." He hoped she would take it and leave it alone, yet knew she would not. She never did.

"Augustus," she spoke again, now her concer was obvious. "What is really wrong."

Augustus helpless anger seemed to grow. He did not want to talk about it. Yet, he knew she would not stop until he did. So he attempted to change the subject, and yet did not. "Must we really stop in Peurto Rico," he asked, much sharper than he intended.

"You know, I want to speak to Sirithil," she still seemed to have her ever strong patience, but Augustus fealt it slipping. The incident in Lavenrunz had shaken her too. She had thought that she would see him die, after his attempt at breaking the plastic ties was discovered. She had not known he was attempting it until it unconscious body at fallen next to her.

"I would rather we just go striaght home," he state briskly, adding angrily. "Where you are safe."

Jolené snapped at that comment. "I am safe. They almost killed you." Anger resinated in her voice. "Must we fight about this, again. Augustus, I can take care of myself!"

Like any married couple, Augustus and Jolené fought. It was inevitable, even in a marriage as strong and loving as their. Especially, in one that was frayed by the stresses of ruling an entire nation.

There was a long tired sigh from Augustus. He had almost lost her. And finally, he broke. It seemed he alway broke with her, something he cherished. "I almost lost you," was all he needed to say.

She smiled lovingly and painfully. "But you did not.

"Come to bed," she ordered and he obeyed.

As Augustus finally drifted off to sleep for the first time since before the Lavenrunzian Winter Ball, the State Jumbo Jet of Drakonian made it finally assent to the International Airport in Puerto Rico. The Royal Couple of the Imperium, did need a vacation.

OOC: Sorry, for the Uber-Long Post, all, but it's relevant to the plot line of my national leadership.

The massive Drakonian State Jet rolled to side of the tarmac at the Puerto Rico International Airport, pulling toward the one of the massive hangers. The usual ramp was rolled out to the large Jumbo Jet, and within seconds the entire area was swarming with paranoid Praetorian Guards. After the Lavenrunz Winter Ball, they were not taking any chances and it showed Jolené Sutherland's strength simply by the fact that they would let the Praetor and his Queen even step off the guarded aircraft.

Minutes after the first swarm of Guardsmen had deployed off of the Jet, another group exited the jumbo. This one departed in a thick knot, eyes searching everywhere for an threats. They were taking no chances and walked so close to the Royal Couple that even if an RPG had hit the group neither the Praetor or his Queen would even get a scratch.

The knot stepped down the ramp moving toward whatever welcoming committee that had been sent out by the government of New York and New Jersey.

They were met by a group of black vehicles; an armored limosine and several large SUVs sent to transport them out to the hotel. In second the Praetorian Guards had swarmed over to the vehicles, other remaining in their covering positions and the final group of paranoid Guardsmen clustered around the Praetor and his Queen.

Just mere seconds later the caravan roared off to the El Dorado Hotel just west of San Juan and the International Airport there. At the speed being traveled it was likely they would arrive shortly and arrive shortly they did. Breaking many driving laws in the process.

The company again filed out, Praetorian Guards seeming to rush everywhere, but at least as they reached the guarded hotel the Royal Couple were allowed to breath. Yet, the Praetorian Guards were still on edge and that it seemed would not end until the rulers of Drakonia were safe at home.