Valinon
18-01-2004, 03:35
At His Majesty's Embassy to the United Nations, a long line of people exits the now darkened building. A virtual typhoon of confetti and cheap conga music erupts from the group. Following the festive line of people are several squads of Sardaukar, carrying away furniture, comp-pads, and virtually everything but the embassy's sinks and afixed features, and even a few of those.
The dancing line is quite obviously drunk, and at a closer perspective you can see bottles of very well-aged Valinor wine, a keg of the best German bear, and several large margaritas form the groups banner.
At the head of the line, laying on a grand piano being carried by right Sardaukar, Lady Diedre Rolt sprawls like some sort of 1920s singer. In one hand she holds a margarita glass, almost full, the size of a small vat.
She stands, wobbily, "My fellow prisoners! Today, we are free! Now this being such an auspicious moment, I think we should show our utmost energy and concern to His Majesty. So.....," she jumps down from the piano, "CONGA LINE TO THE TRANSPORT THAT WILL GET US OFF THIS ROCK! AND MAJOR!"
A Sardaukar officer steps up, "My Lady?"
"Have this atrocity carpet bombed, I don't want the rubble of the rubble to be left standing!"
"Yes, My Lady."
"Now....." she inhales deeply and takes a long drink, "EVERYBODY CONGA!"
The member of the line cranks the ancient phonography and it starts blaring out a single repetitious tune.
"The Vaticas, the Vaticas of KING RAAAAAMMMMMMMMSEEEESSSS!"
In a rythmn no where close to that of the music, the hastily assembled line starts moving awkwardly, occasionally bursting into movement.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"HEY!" they shout as they begin to reach the transport.
"Hey!"
"FREEDOM!" shouts the last diplomat flashing a V for victory sign. Music blares on from inside the transport, until it lifts off an hour later.
Five minutes after that, a flight of Needle bombers swarms in, reducing the Valinor UN embassy to microscopic dust.
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On Proxima, in the Valinor capital of New Koln, celebrations are no less rampant. In the Imperial Congressional Building, a massive party has erupted with all the Congress of Lords breaking off inhibitions for just awhile.
"You know what this means don't you?" Supreme Commander Lord Hanse Young says, stepping up to Prime Minister Duke Leo Sterling and slamming their glasses together.
"What?" says the Prime Minister.
"We can go back to using LAND MINES!"
"We can go back to torturing people out in the OPEN!" shouts Director Jack Ziegler of the ESS.
"We can CUT DOWN TREES!" shouts Count Viktor Leopold, First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs while be carrying around by several of the Dames, Duchesses, and Countesses of the Lords.
"And most importantly!" shouts Emperor Rowald Alderman I from the top of a table in the reception hall, "We can make fun of the UN all we want!"
He sends a dagger flying into a charicture of the UN Secretary General.
The doors burst open, and Lady Rolt leading her conga line marches in, music blaring.
"Celebrate! Celebrate GOOD TIMES!" she shouts.
"Celebrate or ELSE!" shouts Jack Ziegler from his hover chair
"And this time we mean it! For we lost the paper that says humans have rights, and euthaniase is legal!" says Sterling, rapidly feeding UN resolutions into a atomizer.
The dancing line is quite obviously drunk, and at a closer perspective you can see bottles of very well-aged Valinor wine, a keg of the best German bear, and several large margaritas form the groups banner.
At the head of the line, laying on a grand piano being carried by right Sardaukar, Lady Diedre Rolt sprawls like some sort of 1920s singer. In one hand she holds a margarita glass, almost full, the size of a small vat.
She stands, wobbily, "My fellow prisoners! Today, we are free! Now this being such an auspicious moment, I think we should show our utmost energy and concern to His Majesty. So.....," she jumps down from the piano, "CONGA LINE TO THE TRANSPORT THAT WILL GET US OFF THIS ROCK! AND MAJOR!"
A Sardaukar officer steps up, "My Lady?"
"Have this atrocity carpet bombed, I don't want the rubble of the rubble to be left standing!"
"Yes, My Lady."
"Now....." she inhales deeply and takes a long drink, "EVERYBODY CONGA!"
The member of the line cranks the ancient phonography and it starts blaring out a single repetitious tune.
"The Vaticas, the Vaticas of KING RAAAAAMMMMMMMMSEEEESSSS!"
In a rythmn no where close to that of the music, the hastily assembled line starts moving awkwardly, occasionally bursting into movement.
"Hey!"
"Hey!"
"HEY!" they shout as they begin to reach the transport.
"Hey!"
"FREEDOM!" shouts the last diplomat flashing a V for victory sign. Music blares on from inside the transport, until it lifts off an hour later.
Five minutes after that, a flight of Needle bombers swarms in, reducing the Valinor UN embassy to microscopic dust.
*******************
On Proxima, in the Valinor capital of New Koln, celebrations are no less rampant. In the Imperial Congressional Building, a massive party has erupted with all the Congress of Lords breaking off inhibitions for just awhile.
"You know what this means don't you?" Supreme Commander Lord Hanse Young says, stepping up to Prime Minister Duke Leo Sterling and slamming their glasses together.
"What?" says the Prime Minister.
"We can go back to using LAND MINES!"
"We can go back to torturing people out in the OPEN!" shouts Director Jack Ziegler of the ESS.
"We can CUT DOWN TREES!" shouts Count Viktor Leopold, First Minister for His Majesty's Foreign Affairs while be carrying around by several of the Dames, Duchesses, and Countesses of the Lords.
"And most importantly!" shouts Emperor Rowald Alderman I from the top of a table in the reception hall, "We can make fun of the UN all we want!"
He sends a dagger flying into a charicture of the UN Secretary General.
The doors burst open, and Lady Rolt leading her conga line marches in, music blaring.
"Celebrate! Celebrate GOOD TIMES!" she shouts.
"Celebrate or ELSE!" shouts Jack Ziegler from his hover chair
"And this time we mean it! For we lost the paper that says humans have rights, and euthaniase is legal!" says Sterling, rapidly feeding UN resolutions into a atomizer.