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In an open communication to the world, the now restored Damien Dreadfire will give his first major speech to the world since his return. We will now take you to the Great Hall in ULE City.

The picture fades up, and starring at the camera is the face of Damien.

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Good afternoon peoples of the world, The Dread Fires have arisen yet again! I have returned to assume my mantle from Rayne Xolantra, an overly brutal and heartless wench who has tarnished the great name of Automagfreek. She has abused my people and scarred them, and that I will never forget. She turned the back of AMF towards our friends across the globe in an attempt to cut herself out of thw world's eye.....so she could plot her next scheme.

Rayne's experiments with AMF Sentinels (Project: Black Storm) were semi-successful, and through Project: Red Haze, she created a highly engineered super soldier, named the Striker. These beings are very unstable, and capable of things that have never been seen before by anyone. Since the fall of Rayne, my associate here and his people are rounding up and terminaing these creatures for the good of everyone.

Damien motioned to his side at a man in a long coat, and a hat covered his face. He said not a word nor made any motion.

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As we speak, the Death Dealers are rounding up these Strikers and disposing of them so that their genetic menace cannot harm another living being. And as of now, Project: Black Storm is being re-opened. Since Rayne took control of AMF, she ordered the executions of 500,000 Sentinels and Sentinel Stalkers. This is a great tragedy, but in time all of Rayne's inflicted wounds will heal.

Since I've returned, I cannot recall what happened just my "passing" shall we say, but I will say that I am in great condition. You may not know this, but in my younger days, I was a genetic lab rat. Yes I am the first Sentinel, and I suffered greatly in the name of progress. Before my passing, certain chemicals that were used for testing drove me near mad. Since I've returned, these chemicals are no more, and I finally see clear yet again.

In closing, I say this: The Flame Has Returned! A New Dawn has arisen in Automagfreek, and the dark days of Rayne have passed. May good fortune lie ahead for you all.

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---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Dictator of AMF-
G.D.O.D.A.D
-C.o.E Member-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise

Damien starred into the camera as the picture slowly faded out.

"What the hell?" said President Carter. "Dreadfire, resurrected? Does... does this mean that he is the second coming of Christ? Is the Apocalypse near?"

"No," replied his aide. "It just means that Dreadfire will be leaving bodies behind wherever he goes... again."

"But, didn't he say his mind was clear?"

"You actually believe a resurrected, delirious, psychotic, former lab rat? Mr. President... WHY did the people elected you? Eh? You tend to think that our fair people would avoid electing gullible fools..."

"Shut up."

Welcome back.

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John Guilder
Foreign Affairs Director

"I welcome Damien Dreadfire back to the world stage, it is good to see a familiar face in AMF once again"

Emperor Netari

Welcome back.


Back...yes, it feels good to be back.....although it also feels like I never left. There are alot of matters in this different world that need....addressing. This world as changed much since I saw it last.

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---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Dictator of AMF-
G.D.O.D.A.D
-C.o.E Member-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise

Larkinian Presidential Palace, President Katana's Office

Dr. Kurosawa was holding the DVD in his hands as he spoke with President Katana.

"Sir, this was on my TiVo from the previous (day.. week.. the difference between then and now). It's the broadcast that people have been talking about," Kurosawa said, handing the disk to the President.

"Now if I watch this, the phone's not going to ring and tell me I have seven days left to live is it?" Katana asked with a grin as he put the disk into the DVD player and watched Dreadfire's previous statements.

"Hmmm, interesting..." he said afterwards shutting down the DVD player. The press conference started on the LNN simulcast as he took out the DVD.

"Shhhhh, listen." he said to the assembled people in the room.

The group watched the press conference with great interest. After it ended, a heated debate started.

"This could be a sign," Rev. Steven Deteria said, "He could be the anti-Christ..."

"Jesus, Steve," Kurosawa said, "You think everything's a sign of the Anti-Christ. Your can of Coke explodes when you open it, it's a sign that the Anti-Christ is coming back and buying stock in Coca-Cola."

"Anti-Christ? Bah... Tak," Javin Katana, the president's advisor and younger brother, started, "All this shows is that there is something out there that we don't understand, and it brought Dreadfire back to take care of his people from the disaster that was apparently beginning, according to his statements."

"I agree, and with the concern that other... more religiously fanatical nations might be taking with Mr. Dreadfire. Now might be a good time to begin diplomatic overtures to him," Takeo said, pulling out a fountain pen and some palace parchment. "Now, if he's the supreme dictator, do I refer to him as 'President', 'Mister'... 'Dear Supreme Overlord' seems somehow, counter-productive to starting a letter..."

Dear President Dreadfire,

I would like to take this quick moment to offer a warm welcome back from your.. well... 'passing' in time to help your country in its time of need.

I am sure that you are busy with trying to return your nation from the trauma that it has suffered, and I will keep this short and end with an offer to help you return your country to its former standing.

Sincerely,
Takeo Katana, President of Larkinia

Dear President Dreadfire,

I would like to take this quick moment to offer a warm welcome back from your.. well... 'passing' in time to help your country in its time of need.

I am sure that you are busy with trying to return your nation from the trauma that it has suffered, and I will keep this short and end with an offer to help you return your country to its former standing.

Sincerely,
Takeo Katana, President of Larkinia

Damien chuckled at the opening line. President, eh? He thought with a smile on his face. He ran his hand across his smooth face, for he had not been alive long enough to need a shave.


To: Takeo Katana
From: Damien Dreadfire

Greetings,

No need for formalities with me. Besides, it's hard enough trying to think of a politically correct way to address a dictator!

I am interested in your offer, because the damage I see in AMF is staggering. Yes, the buildings still stand, and the people still live...but they live as if in a prison. They have been deeply scarred by Rayne, and it will take time to heal those wounds. It will also take a short while to get our military strength back up to par....since Rayne decided it would be fun to slaughter my kin, the Sentinels. I do not know what assistance you could provide at the moment, however, I will certainly keep in touch with you.

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---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Dictator of AMF-
G.D.O.D.A.D
-C.o.E Member-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise

Hi Damian,

Nice to see you here again. It is allways funny when you're around. It should even be better if you changed your appearence into a Kylie Minogue or Anna Kournikova look. But you showed that you can change and improve!

I look forward to the next transformation.

Hi Damian,

Nice to see you here again. It is allways funny when you're around. It should even be better if you changed your appearence into a Kylie Minogue or Anna Kournikova look. But you showed that you can change and improve!

I look forward to the next transformation.

Damien deleted the message in his inbox, because he decided it was not worth his time to reply to 8 year olds who are up past their bed time. After deleting the message, Damien growled Damn stupid kids...

OOC: Ha ha...very funny noob. :roll: Now stay out of my thread.

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First Minister Andov Micheals stood up from his leather chair, the flat screen on the wall showing the ANA Flag, Damiens message now finished.
"Curruthers, call a meeting of Ministers.. and wire an encoded message to AMF welcoming Damien back, and giving our hopes for peaceful future relations."
A small impecably kept man in one corner gives a slight bow of his head and silently leaves the office, the door shutting behind him with a slight hiss. Waiting until his servant had left, Andov moves to the great curved window along one wall, hands clasped behind his back in silent contemplation of the Submarine city Alpha Orion.
"It seems the peace this world has known is about to have a statistical blip.." he mutters to himself.

"What is this all about?" Pyrrhus thinks to himself, "What is in the best interest of Phyrric?"

Pushing the intercom button on his desk

"Yes Sir"

"Send for my cabinet for a brief meeting and send a message to Damien that Phyrric will assist with a small elite team in tracking the Strikers and eliminating them if needed, but this team will not enter into known enemy territories. Do encode it."

"Yes sir"

The flatscreen television glided back into the ceiling mount as the transmission ended, leaving Supreme General Bernior calmly, slowly, leaning back into his chair as he subconsciously rolled a thin cigar between his lips, not paying mind to his behavior despite the many eyes in the conference room gazing upon him, including that of his two ARM Citizen Advisors and Senior Presidential Officer Burton Harold Stromm himself. He rocked back for a brief moment, extracting the cigar from his mouth and scratching his forehead with the back of his thumb. He spun his chair to face the other members present in the room.

"Comments?"

The Senior ARMCA, General Marcus Flannery, leaned forward, elbows on the mahogany desk as his black leather suit jacket growled with every movement of his upper body. "It sounds as though we have a new potential pyschotic dictator on the rise, dismissing these living superweapons as threats that are being dealt with. How do we know that this Damien fellow isn't leading global powers into a trap?"

Bernior stared at Flannery for a few moments, and allowed himself to blink.
"Citizen, are you that anxious to send our SOLDAT teams out to shoot people?"
Flannery opened his mouth in reply, paused, and closed it.

The Lieutenant ARMCA, People's Arms Officer Michael Corwen, held a much less dramatic stance and remained seated back in his chair, ballpoint pen held to the tip of his lip with a reserved look on his face.
"He seems harmless enough."

General Flannery looked at Corwen, visibly bit down on the inside of his lip, and sat back up straight.

Bernior made eye contact with Stromm, a satisfied and remarkably casual look on his face, given the circumstances. He brushed an invisble speck of dust of his lapel and scratched at the stubble on his face.
"We'll wait it out... despite the fact, gentlemen, that we do indeed have no reason to trust this new representative of the people of AMF, we also have no reason to start anything with no visible reason."

Stromm stood off to the side, dragging softly on his cigarette as he stared at a world map mounted across the far wall of the room. He listened to Bernior's proposal and nodded in silent agreement.

"We see innocents die, we see arms go up, we see a single one of them set foot on glorious Clivehimian soil, then we sprout the needles. And to indicate that I'm serious about this..." He turned to the one MASQUE agent present in the room, "I want SOLDAT set on maximum readiness. They can stay that way for months; they can stay that way for this 'Damien' fellows entire administration. Just have them ready. On the off-chance things were to get ugly with AMF, we would have one hell of a time staying one piece."

"Meanwhile, send them six teams of our Republic's Army Rangers... we will see what happens to them, and if they return home injured from any other source than these super-soldiers Damien mentions, we will have definitive evidence."

Bernior stared at the others in the room, who appeared somewhat horrified that he could use Clivehimian soldiers, revered members of society, as guinea pigs.

"It is the only way to know what is best for our Republic."

The MASQUE agent nodded quietly behind the faceplate covering the front of his head, adjusted his tie and exited the room.

With that, Bernior snuffed his cigar out in the ashtray.

"Dismissed."

Veers smiled, this was truly good news for an old man.




To: Damien
From: Veers, seccond in command. Danneland
Message:

Well, it seems as if faith has smiled upon uss, and our kind. As you arise from the dead, so does the entire nation of Danneland.
It cannot be just pure luck, the faith has decided something like this if we believe it or not.
You will probably hear from Daniel after.. well, the little teaparty.
Wellcome back.

-Veers

OOC:

Nice post Clive, but here's an OOC note (Just in case).

Damien's been around since early September, so he's nothing new.

AMF does not have nukes; they feel blowing up miles of land and leaving it poisoned is obsolete. Instead, AMF's might comes from pure brute strength. (Darn...you edited the nuke thing out....)

I do not have plans to RP the Strikers getting eliminated. In my last thread, the head Death Dealer vaporized several of them, so my IC stance is that they are already gone.

Just an FYI. :wink:

OOC: Ah... must've overlooked that, heh....

OOC: Quite alright.

Bump.

To the Offices of Leader Dreadfire...

I have been given the authority to begin trade negotiations with your people. I have been kept abreast, as much as I can for someone far off from you, about your situation. It is my solemn belief that we may be of aid to each other. I will be willing to assist you in the build-up of defensive equipment and training facilities for your people. In exchange, training of our soldiers could be done by your Sentinels. We have seen their track record, and are quite impressed.

If this piques your interest, we can be a bit more precise in the wording of this, as well as send our General Gaarm to meet with one who has the authority to conduct talks of this level.

May you walk on warm sands...
CEO Kargaah
Hreer Weapon Works

Good offer, I accept. Our bases need revamping, and our cloning facilities need to be repaired and updated. There are alot of other smaller things that need to be done, and I can promise you that your soldiers will recieve special Sentinel training.

An open trade agreement between us will be most beneficial.


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---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Dictator of AMF-
G.D.O.D.A.D
-C.o.E Member-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise

The Emperor did not dream like others did. He did not stay in place and watch his brain vomit the refuse of memory to the top. He flew. And not in his imagination; his soul left his body and roamed the universe.
This night, like most other nights lately, he went to a moon near Crown. It was studded with Gates, into the farthest and most important worlds of the Empire. His soul entered an ordinary-looking Gate.
He found himself facing a huge metal gate, with bright lights of a thousand homes lining a tunnel wall around him. He rose through the doors like they weren't even there, which, in fact, they weren't.
He looked in the distance. The Earth rose, rivaling the Sun in its awesome size. In the blink of an eye, he was hovering over its vast surface.
Something nagged at his attention. Over... there... yes, there was something. A great Creator watched over this nation, which called itself Automagfreek. It had manifested as a heinous, evil man, with a heinous evil name to go with it:
Damien Dreadfire. You know he's evil when he has his own soundtrack...
The Emperor swooped low over Automagfreek. He found himself near Dreadfire, though Dreadfire himself could not see him. He examined the dictator, and whispered to himself in a spectral whisper that would chill the bones of even moderate psychics for several thousand miles.
"We will meet in person someday. And we will not be friends at that day. But until then watch, my competitor, watch me. Watch me build up power until I can bring to bear what I have already made. Watch me come to rival, then exceed, you. Watch me lead my armies in person over the burning rubble of your palace.
We will meet..."

The Emperor awoke in his home, the most secure place in or out of the Empire. His word brough holograms of his servants to his bedside.
"In the new universe, a man called Dreadfire has released a press release. Bring it to me."
He relaxed. "Not that there's anything new to see," he whispered to himself, as he mentally prepared himself for the ultimate in trying times, coming soon to a location near him.

Good offer, I accept. Our bases need revamping, and our cloning facilities need to be repaired and updated. There are alot of other smaller things that need to be done, and I can promise you that your soldiers will recieve special Sentinel training.

An open trade agreement between us will be most beneficial.

Excellent. I shall inform General Gaarm that he is expected, yes? In the meantime, I have just sent orders for three of our Titan II transports to be loaded with building materials and resources for the revamping of one of your bases. We would like to see how it goes, and then use that as a template for other bases. Unless you have other ideas?

From the Askland Point Post, 9 January 2004

"...though the Speaker has yet to make an official statement, the prevailing mood in Daiel is one of thinly veiled shock..."

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Speaker Michael MacFarlane looked directly at Andrew Kane, Secretary of Security, Enforcement, and Defense. "We did this, didn't we?"

"Well, no," Kane said. "As it happens, Squad One was unable to recover the arm, but apparently it didn't matter." He saw MacFarlane's concerned look. "Don't worry, they made it out alive. One of them got a little bloody, but she's alright now."

MacFarlane started to ask just what Kane meant by "bloodied", then decided he didn't want to know. "Are we going to leave them there?" he asked instead.

Kane nodded vigorously. "Absolutely. Honestly, we still don't know what he's got planned. He claims to be sane now, but you know as well as I do that that's a common claim among the insane. If he's telling the truth, we can help with the mop-up. If not... at least we'll have a contingency plan in place," he finished solemnly.

For the first time in the Kaiser's reign, he was forced to hold a public speech from a spot other than his typical office based speech. Clad in thin silken suit, Kaiser Petrovich the Fourth looked...tired.
Goddamn, why can't I just bloody get resurrected. Be good as new in a thousand years. Screw Ilyanovich, he'll get the throne in good time. The great games for his wife have almost begun, and then it'll just be a wait for me to die. Though I do worry of Pantera...
Snapped out of his revery, the Kaiser began his speech, his official speech director frantically waving him on.

"Friends and countrymen. Today is a very great, and dark, day for Tremalkier. For today we received the news that Lord Damien Dreadfire himself has been resurrected, and shall once again lead the great Automagfreek forces."

"However, such great news must always be abated under a storm of growing evil. For with Damien's return comes a definite return in AMFian activity, in all sectors. Including their Panteran blood allies. As you all know, recent hostilities with Pantera have been growing. Thousands more from our armies every day add that evil red badge to their arms, signifying their support for our rogue General Kraspudin."

"Today, we have reached a pair of important decisions. Firstly, we must reextend our relations back to AMF. We hereby offer a pact offering non-intervention with each others wars. The WMNK may be dead, but its members must still remember the true enemy. At the same time, we must insist that AMF also not interfere with any future complications that may arise between Pantera and Tremalkier."

"My Security Officer, Radim Kernaski, has informed me that already close to 650,000 Tremalkien Hammers alone have joined General Kraspudin. This brings us to our second decision. Following the successful closing of the War for the Heir, that will land an Empress for our young heir Ilyanovich, we shall send a "delegation" to Pantera...following my death of course. I for one cannot stomach such a hideous notion as Tremalkien relations with Pantera, but I veer off topic."

"Travelling will be the Heir, his wife, my...his SO Mr. Kernaski, and... "retainers". Further information about this delegation will be sent along as that time approaches. But for now, we must concentrate on AMF here. Damien, I, Kaiser Petrovich the Fourth, hereby offer you a further treaty. Following our "discussions" with Pantera, whatever they may yield, we shall send another delegation to your nation. There we hope to discuss perhaps more in-depth relations between our nations."

"The ways grow thin, and the numbers of the true born dwindle. It is time that the world return the mantle of power back to those who once owned it, and I hope that under my son that it will. Now to get to other pieces of business..."

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Ilyanovich deftly turned off his television, and allowed a small smile to break the iron mask that was his normal visage. His father had done as he was told, and the messages had been sent. Although he was not Kaiser yet, his new policies for foreign affairs were already snapping into motion. What would happen in Pantera he did not know. War, peace, alliance, blood-feud, nothing could be left out. All was possible. But hopefully, once that affair was finished, his second goal of AMF could be secured.

[open narrative]
For the world would be shaken to its very foundations by the new Kaiser. Tremalkien policy would change, and its armies issue forth in numbers and frequency never before seen. The Iron Man would shake the very Pillars of Heaven, and shatter the bedrocks of society. If all that was Tremalkier must burn to forge the nation envisioned by the Heir, then all would be sacrificed to create that one. For a Kaiser that would be willing to shatter all precedent and bring peace with Pantera would surely break everything. And the world would never be the same.
[end narrative]

The Emperor watched the high-quality threedevisation of Dreadfire's speech. As he watched the man who would probably become his greatest nemesis, he thought of what he would say, how he would introduce the Empire to this "Automagfreek."
He stood up. "Ready my ship," he said. "I'm going to the Big Earth. In person."

The Armed Republic Of Nazguul
Ministry Of Defense
Office Of The Fuhrer (High Chancellor)

Viktor Lazlo has just finished watching the live telecast by Damien Dreadfire. He is intrigued by this man and will be watching him with a keen eye...

OOC:

Nice post Clive, but here's an OOC note (Just in case).

Damien's been around since early September, so he's nothing new.

AMF does not have nukes; they feel blowing up miles of land and leaving it poisoned is obsolete. Instead, AMF's might comes from pure brute strength. (Darn...you edited the nuke thing out....)

I do not have plans to RP the Strikers getting eliminated. In my last thread, the head Death Dealer vaporized several of them, so my IC stance is that they are already gone.

Just an FYI. :wink:

So no one needs any killin'? There has to be someone that needs some killin'. Nope, we've killed them all.

Damien chuckled at the opening line. President, eh? He thought with a smile on his face. He ran his hand across his smooth face, for he had not been alive long enough to need a shave.


To: Takeo Katana
From: Damien Dreadfire

Greetings,

No need for formalities with me. Besides, it's hard enough trying to think of a politically correct way to address a dictator!

I am interested in your offer, because the damage I see in AMF is staggering. Yes, the buildings still stand, and the people still live...but they live as if in a prison. They have been deeply scarred by Rayne, and it will take time to heal those wounds. It will also take a short while to get our military strength back up to par....since Rayne decided it would be fun to slaughter my kin, the Sentinels. I do not know what assistance you could provide at the moment, however, I will certainly keep in touch with you.

http://207.44.246.95/40/9/upload/p3403.jpg (http://home.eznet.net/%7Edeck/fe/Finger%20Eleven_Slow%20Chemical.mp3)
---Damien Dreadfire---
-Supreme Dictator of AMF-
G.D.O.D.A.D
-C.o.E Member-
Ruler of The Ancient Republic of Greek Forces, The Silent Protectorate of Old Frankland, The Holy Kingdom of The Royal Knights, The Mentally Superior Republic of Arrogant Uber Geniuses, The Raving Lunatics of Hackers Demise

Takeo nodded and smiled as he read the letter.



Dear Mr. Dreadfire,

I understand your concern for your people's well being. As you are probably receiving many offers to rebuild your military might, I would like to offer any humanitarian aid we can send to you, should you require it.

Also I would like to extend an invitation for you to visit Larkinia once you have reversed the damage that was done to your country.

Sincerely,
Takeo Katana

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