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Grigor Hans Kroenen, Fuhrer of the National Socialist Imperial Worker's Party and Premier of Agua, gave the signal. It was during one of his speeches, given from the Duchy's Parliamentary Building. "And I say to you...the time has come to purify our beloved Agua from the inferior races!" He walked back inside, while hundreds of Aguans blinked in confusion.

Save for those who understood his reference. The Reinigungstaffeln pulled on their black uniforms, and marched into the night...

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"This is Lance Trenshaw, reporting from Port Agua," the reporter said, standing on a balcony. Behind him, fires could be seen. Occasionally loud screams could also be heard. "An hour or so ago, figures threw firebombs through the windows of Port Agua's synagogues, mosques, stupas, and Hindu temples. Also targeted were several shops and buildings."

The image flickered to another part of the city. Firemen are in the background, trying to force back a fire, with little success. Lance's voice can be heard over the crackling flames. "Casualties are in the hundreds...and..." he paused. "We're getting reports that similar buildings have been targeted in Roslin and other Aguan cities...the Staatspolizei have no suspects at this moment...more on the hour."

((seems the sort of thing I ought to tag))

Leopold von Agua cursed, once more. He knew that his premier was behind this mess, and he also knew that his loyalties were torn. As Grand Duke of Agua, he had to back the Aguan Interior Minister's account to the full, despite the fact that as the man was a National Socialist most words out of his mouth would be barefaced lies.

As Imperial Minister himself, though, he had a duty to have the Shadow Angels and ReichPolizei find the culprits...

and outside his window, Roslin burned.

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Grand Duke Leopold von Agua VII
Interior Minister
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

"WHAT HAPPENED?" boomed the voice of the President.

"It seems our Jewish brothers in Roania are being attacked." answered the foreign minister.

"I want an immediate explanation from their goverment," ordered the President.

"yes sir."

"I also want you to call an emergency meeting of the Jewish Defense Alliance," ordered the President. "If this was goverment sanctioned I want JDA to handle this one and punish those responsible."

"I will do so sir," said the For. Minister.

he leaves and the Director of Mossad enters

"What do you know?" asked the President.

"Not much, some sources are reporting government involvement, but the intel is C-D rated and not good enough to do anything with," was the reply.

"I want all assets used now," said the President. "I'm going to meet with my Joint Chiefs now."

(Man, that's so far from original that I feel I ought to respond, but I've gone and institutionalised our three legal faiths... oh wait, mosques and Hindu temples? Well that's two out of three (why doesn't ISAN have any Jews? Am I stupid? Maybe, I am drunk, after all))

The Incorporated States of Andaman and Nicobar, foremost of the C21st's Indian Ocean capitalist economies, expresses the desperate tension felt in its government and economic structure following reported atrocities in Roania to halt trade with that nation state. Liberation (capital of ISAN) pleads with the Roanians to restore civil order as quickly as is possible in order that trade may continue normally.

It would be no secret, of course, that ISAN was a three-religion capitalist powerhouse driven by a minority of Christians on top, with an Islamic middle class, and a vital and massive Hindu working class. President Brown would struggle to hide his concern whenever Hindus were in danger, especially since the Indian mutiny cost him the Azazian War. Essentially, ISAN's massive economy was on the brink of being closed to Roania, despite the President's desire. ISAN was prepared to commit resources to assuring this did not happen.



(ooc:Like I say, I'm driunk and really struggling to be reasonable, I hope that all makes sense!)

Unfortunately, this recent disorder in Roania looks rather bad on the recently improving Roanian record. We hope that such disorder is swiftly crushed and that order is restored in the afflicted area. We would hate to be forced to provide peacekeeping troops at this time.

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Lady Senator Laudrina Frost, Princeps Senatus.

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Encrypted subchannel, directed at the HQ of the nazis, and marked for the leader's eyes only, though that was dubious.

How're you feeling Grigor? I hope you found a good urologist after our last meeting. Such things can be quite harmful if left untreated. Until next time...

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Lord de Vere, Director of the ISA.

Jeruselem Government Emergency Communique

To: Princess Malissa Black of Roania
From: Queen Mariah I of Jeruselem

I am concerned about events in Agua and seek your position on this situation. From our intelligence, this event is not random and seems to have been planned. As an afront to our Christian, these terrorists looks like an attack on the religous tolerance we have mustered in our nations. It maybe the work of Nazi symphathisers who have not destroyed Christian churches to avoid the wrath of Catholic church.

The Speaker of the House slammed his gavel hard. "Order! I will have order!" He roared, over the sound of angry recriminations and verbal assaults. "Mr. Papen, you have leave to speak..."

The leader of the Opposition Central Democrat Party rose, and bowed his head. "These recent reports from the second state of this Divine Imperium have been disconcerting... and the government does nothing!" He roared, his voice gaining gravitas. "Has Her Imperial Highness been informed by the Prime Minister? What action has the Popular Front taken? It is obvious what this is!" He extended his arm, and pointed to the NSIWP and IP benches. "This is the work of radical extremists, seeking to upset the balance of power in the name of their repulsive ideals!"

From the CDP and CP benches came, "hear hear!" The speaker banged his gavel again and again as the far-right members of the House leapt to their feet, shouting angrily.

Clarissa's head was in her hands, and occasionally she shuddered. Finally, slowly, she rose, and bowed. The Prime Minister of the Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan seemed very frail and week for her age then. "Honoured members...my heart weeps for these events in the Grand Duchy of Agua...you may remain sure, though, that my Interior Minister is doing everything in his power to bring those responsible to justice." She paused, her body seemingly wracked with internal pain. "I will, of course, make a...a...full report on this matter to Her Imperial Highness." She swayed, a bit, and sat down, waving away some of her frontbenchers when they brought her a glass of water.

James Gray, watching her with concern, rose to his feet. "May we have an adjournment for today?" He asked, his voice fraught with worry.

The speaker looked around. "Any objections?...this session is adjourned."

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Clarissa Bencenoff
Prime Minister
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Malissa sighed as she watched the news. With a languid movement of her hand, she summoned one of her servants to her. "What are my options?" She asked him, speculatively.

When he seemed stunned at being addressed in such a manner, she sighed. "Go now, and bring my Minister for Protocol to me..." The Kaiserin had a frightful suspicion she was going to have to have someone executed.

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Malissa Lucille Black
Kaiserin of Novar Ohan, Princess of Roania, Overlady of Agua, Liege Lady of Derricks, Lady Protector of Altara, Tsarina of the Sunset Isles, Protector of the Faith, Supreme Arbiter
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

OOC: Roania replaced the Inquisition with his own version of the Gestapo... He's covered both ends of the spectrum in a remarkably short span of time.

Similar, and yet very different...

[tag for now - to be replaced by linkie!!!]

WN

OOC:

You know, it's dreadfully difficult to get anything done when all I get is 'tag'. It's quite irksome.

Remember, every embassy in the Divine Imperium is actually in Port Agua. Not the capital. In the main city.

Muktar will send whatever help is neccesary to restore order, considering we have a diplomat at a diplomatic masquerade in your borders.

Sitting up from his king sized bed the Water Coolian ambassador looked at the aide with a mixture of disbelief, with a pinch of fear and anger thrown in.

"This will not do!" Getting up, his angrily throw on a robe and headed to the situation room on the top floor of the embassy. He paused and grabbed the offered coffee from yet another aide before hitting the access code to enter the heart and brain of the embassy that was the situation room.

Unsurprisingly the room was already abuzz with activity as the latest news was analysed to an inch within its life. Experts of every field poured over news analysing it, and writing reports to be read, should some ask for one.

In the centre the room there was another room, a conference room for top level diplomatic staff to discuss events, and during slow days play poker. Nodding his head at Joj, the assistant ambassador he headed in the room and closed to door. That done he motioned for a Joj to hit to button to make to room ‘secure’ form eavesdropping and the like. That done he sat back and awaited his briefing, sipping cautiously at the drink.

“From our early intelligence so far we believe that a number of attacks are occurring against religious groups. We aren’t sure who exactly behind it, but we suspect extremist groups.”

“Hmmm. This is a problem.” He sat back and appeared to have gone to sleep. A few moments later he bolted and jumped out of his chair.

“This is what we are going to do, open the doors to the embassy and let all who want protection in. We have been looking for the opportunity for some good PR, and this looks like it may be it.”

Joj opened his mouth to speak, but the ambassador cut in.

“Surely they wouldn’t dare attack us in the embassy? Hmm, just to be sure make sure the guard is on high alert.”

Joj got up, bowed and quickly left the room. Rubbing his eyes the Ambassador realised the coffee was decaf. He cussed, and went in search for some real stuff.

Damien looked up from his papers when Kathryn entered his office. "Has our guest arrived yet?" He asked brusquely, his be-ringed fingers tapping his desk.

Kathryn nodded silently, and stepped aside, allowing a small man to enter. Father Johannesen, a priest from a small church in Roslin, who had begged leave to see the Dark Prince. "Blessings be upon you, Your Highness..." the priest said, bowing.

Damien didn't answer, instead looking over at Kathryn. With a gesture, he directed his personal assistant to leave them. She nodded and left, closing the door afterwards. Damien waited a few minutes and then spoke. "Father Johannesen of St. Michael's Church in the Parish of Weston, in the Diocese of Roslin, in the Archdiocese of Agua, yes...?"

"That is correct, my lord."

"And you wished to see me about...?" Damien asked, carefully, not looking up from his writing. He dashed a few notes off.

"All the world knows that you have influence with Kroenen...and all the world knows that Kroenen is responsible for these recent outrages against God..." Johannesen began, fumbling for some notes. Finding them, he continued, "it is horrific that these things are allowed to occur, and..."

Damien raised a finger for silence. "I applaud your ecumenical spirit, Father. But...you are forgetting the prime law of our justice system...Kroenen is innocent until proven guilty, and I am sure no investigation will link my good friend the Fuehrer of the NSIWP with these crimes."

Johannesen stood up. "Sir, even as we speak, people are dying! The attacks have ceased, but they could start up again at any time! This is an outrage in the eyes of the Lord, evil works! And you know them for what they are...please, my lord... call off your dogs, and remember that even those who do not believe in him are God's children..." the priest pleaded.

Damien waited, but no more came. He prompted the priest, "Is that all?"

"Yes, that is all..." Johannesen felt hope rising...surely the Dark Prince would put an end to this madness...

"Then you've wasted your time...thank you for your visit, my personal assistant will show you out..." Damien returned to his papers. He soon became aware of a presence remaining in his office, and looked up. "This interview is over, Father..."

Johannesen became siezed with a terrible rage, and stood up. "I come to you on behalf of those who are without sin, in the hope you would put an end to the evils done by the henchmen of your friend...now I find that you are the most evil of all...Cursed be you before God, Prince Damien! For you have fallen in with the Lord of Darkness, and may be beyond salvation!"

Damien sighed, and rose from his desk slowly. He looked thoughtful, and when he spoke, it was in the subtle voice of a philosopher. "I accept your words... if my actions make me evil, than I am evil. If my words make me evil, then I am evil...because what is evil, really?" The Dark Prince asked, thoughtfully. "Nothing more than the product of the decadent and fallen church...who wish to show what they believe as good, and reality as evil... so if I am to be evil in the eyes of your god, then so be it. I welcome your words, for to be called evil by the product of decadence shows me that I am following the right path... the path that will purify this continent, and then the world... for the world is pestilent...it is ruled by the weak now..."

His voice became softer, friendlier...which was all the more frightening when you heard the words..."do you think your god cares for the lives of Jews or Moslems, Hindus or Buddhists or elves or orcs or Jains or Sikhs? Do you think that their god or gods care for yours? Do you have the gall to think that I would care about the lives of good, pure, peasants, much less the impure? I say no. Because it doesn't matter...there is no good, no evil. There is only power, and those strong enough to use it. And if you call that evil...than so be it."

Damien paused, and then struck the saintly father, backhanding him harshly so that Johannesen fell backwards against the wall. "To you, and to all the hosts of heaven, to any god or gods that may be listening at this moment... I say," and his voice rose in strength and power as he neared those final, fateful, words, "EVIL! BE THOU MY GOOD!"

The Dark Prince reached down, and lifted the priest off the ground by his collar. The priest coughed out, "mad..."

Damien laughed then, a harsh, cruel laugh that reached into the past and future, seeming to contain all the darkness of humanity. "Mad?" He asked the priest, smirking. "Is that the best you can do? If your pathetic god exists, let him save his servant! Let him decide who is mad, and who is sane? Is it the one who sees? Or is it the one who believes in a children's story? I give your god ten seconds..." Damien waited, and on the eleven second mark, smiled. "Hrmmm..." with a simple movement, he snapped the priest's neck, and dropped the body on the ground.

Wiping his hands on the priest's robes, he returned to his desk, and finished his paperwork. Then, he pressed a button. "Kathryn, contact Kroenen and tell him to reign in his Purification Squads...and then make...hmmm...reservations for two at the Philharmonic, there's a new concert on..." he listened to her for a few seconds, and then thought. "Yes, I suppose so. Send in the cleaners...the usual. Burn the body, scatter the ashes over the sea..." the Dark Prince said, with all the inflection of a man ordering a cup of tea. Her voice continued speaking, and Damien sighed. "No, Kathryn. I'm perfectly fine. We got a bit worked up in our discussion, and Johannesen had a heart attack and smacked his head on the floor." He listened once more, and then de-pressed the button.

With a contemptuous look back at the corpse of the fallen priest, he chuckled once more. "Evil...be thou my good..." Damien said once more, finding the words to roll off his tongue pleasantly. Sneering at the corpse as he exited, he left his office to collect Kathryn and retire back to his tower.

There would be much work ahead.

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Dark Prince Damien Alexander Black
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

In the darkened oval office of the White House, President Alexander Valient and Admiral Joseph D'rtang sat and drank the last of their snifter of aged Valient vodka. In the dimmed lighting, their faces reflected the light of the newsfeed from the Roanian Independent.

The image flickered to another part of the city. Firemen are in the background, trying to force back a fire, with little success.

"It has been awhile since we have heard news from Roania, has it not, Joseph?"

"Yes," the admiral replied, sitting up slightly and putting his empty glass down on the crystal table between them. "A pity that it always is some sort of nasty business. First the inquistion, and now this."

"Yes, it does seem to be like that, but you can hardly blame the John and Malissa, right? I mean, this doesn't seem to be their sort of thing."

The President set his glass down with a resounding clink, and stared at D'rtang.

"However, since they are our friends and allies, I suppose we have no option..."

D'rtang nodded.

"I will be ready within the hour."

The Admiral nodded, and walked out the door. With a last look at the scenes of violence on the television, Valient turned it off, letting it fade to a dark, cold grey.

Calis goes through piles of reports upon his desk regarding the Roanian situation. The Assingtonian embassy was reported to have taken some minor damage but mostly untouched, although that could change. There were very few of his citizens in Roania, due to their strong religious views and intolerance for those that don't hold any beliefs.

Defense Minister Enkil stormed into the office, his face red as he marched up to Calis.

"News just in that we have already lost one man over there, he was a resident of the embassy."

Calis sighed, he knew it was inevitable.

"I'll contact the Roanians."

To: Roanian Foreign Minister
From: President Calis of Assington

Sir, it has been brought to my attention that there is strife within the Port Agua area. I have also become aware of a death within the residents of the Assingtonian embassy, due to this strife. May I enquire as to what is going on and why this has cost the life of an Assingtonian?

Hans Kort'ren of the NSIWP wasn't a particularly bad man. Just taken in so much by Kroenen's propaganda that he could no longer think straight. He did, however, have one slight problem.

He loathed the Shield. Absolutely despised that great nation across the White Sea. His girlfriend had left him for some...company man from over there, and ever since he had thought of nothing but how to take his revenge.

And even though the order to stop had come, he was still going to burn their embassy down...hell, why not burn all of them down? He sent out his tendrils, feeling for other members of the NSIWP who would be willing to assist in directly targetting the embassies, keeping his movements secret from Der Fuehrer, of course.

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Malissa sighed listlessly. No evidence had come in on the actions, and even news of a visit by her friend the President of Valient couldn't cheer her up.

And to make matters worse, her Prime Minister had been acting tired and exhausted recently...she hoped she wouldn't have to withdraw her confidence from the Popular Front.

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TO: President Calis
FROM: Charles Algernon Blackwood, Minister of Colonial and Foreign Affairs and Trade

The situation is well in hand. It seems that political combatting had been taken too far. Investigations are continuing by both state and Imperial authorities, and the men responsible will be found.

Damien listened, pained, as the philharmonic played the work of some contemporary composer or other. After 5 minutes, his head felt like it was being slammed repeatedly with a large stick.

After an hour, he wished he could shoot the musicians.

Now, after nearly three hours, he had collapsed into an internal world, wherein he was plotting grisly revenge on the owner of the Stronghold Philharmonic. Resting on his shoulder, seemingly asleep, was Kathryn, her eyes closed. He briefly pondered waking her, but decided that her whinging would be even worse than the music.

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Kathryn yawned in her sleep, her head nestled quite comfortably on Damien's shoulder. She had stopped paying attention to the music ages ago, and was now in a wonderful dreamworld...it was spring, and there was water...and Damien was looking at her, holding her...saying her name... "Kathryn...Kathryn..."

"KATHRYN!"

The loud voice of her employer woke her out of her dream. She shook herself, petulantly, and noticed that the concert hall was emptying. She blushed. "Sorry, Damien...I mean, My Lord." She added, hurriedly as he raised an eyebrow.

The Dark Prince sighed, and beckoned to the door. "Well...another hour or so until I can rid myself of your company for today..." he said, sighing once more, "...there's some sort of dinner engagement I've been invited to by the CEO of Omega, and of course I'd have to go with someone, if only to avoid his irksome daughters."

Damien offered her his hand, and she took it, trying to conceal her eagerness. One step at a time, Kat...one step at a time...

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TO: President Calis
FROM: Charles Algernon Blackwood, Minister of Colonial and Foreign Affairs and Trade

The situation is well in hand. It seems that political combatting had been taken too far. Investigations are continuing by both state and Imperial authorities, and the men responsible will be found.

To: Charles Algernon Blackwood
From: President Calis

I am sorry to hear the situation has turned violent and such trouble arises in your nation. If there is anything Assington can do, we would be happy to help old friends. Also, if it isn't too much trouble, could I send an investigator of my own the embassy?

Her Serene Majesty rises to greet the representatives of the nation's three largest religious groups.
Rabbi Isreal ben Eliezar bows & begins the ritual greetings.
Her Majesty gestures to stop his speech. "Rabbi, this is no time to stand on ceremony," she tells him. "Please tell me what you have found out."
"The Jews of Aqua are in terrible danger. They are being hunted like animals. They are..." He pauses, overcome by sorrow.
Her Majesty signals a lady-in-waiting & an orders her to get water for the Rabbi. She turns to Shekinah bat-Shalom, the leader of Celtenacht's Judeo-Pagan minority.
"I will say what the Reb cannot," the tall warrior-woman says. This is not only a trajedy, it's a crime. A crime against us all." Fire flashes in her pale eyes.
Her Majesty turns to Gaia Earthwomyn, the representative of the country's large Pagan community.
"We are usually a peaceful group, " she begins. "But we cannot sit back & let this slaughter of innocent people happen. If the Aquan government succeeds in its' criminal mission, what happens next? Who will be the next group to feel the steel of Aquan swords at their throats? If they wipe out the Jews within their boarders, will they attack another of their own minorities, or will they continue their blood-lust & invade countries with Jewish populations? Will they decide that ridding the world of Jews is not enough? Will they come after Pagans next?'
She looks from the rabbi ti Shekinah, then back to Her Majesty. "We must fight!"
Her Majesty looks at the Rabbi, who nods.
"That is what I have been asked to come to beg for, to help our fellow Jews in Aqua."
Her Majesty looks sorrowful. "I do not like to attack allies. It's bad for trade, tourism..." She pauses, sighs, then shakes her head. She shakes herself, straightens her shoulders, & yells, Mariah, get in here!"
The secretary hurries in, startled by the switch in Her Majesty's normally quiet demeanor. "Yes, Your Majesty?" She tries to curtsy & tumbles to the floor.
Her Majesty strides to her desk, punches buttons on the communication panel, & snaps, "Get my minister of defense. I am convening a council of war!'
She frowns at the answer she hears. "I don't care where he is. If he's not in my presence in the next hour, he should start packing, because he will not only be replaced, he will be exiled!"
She turned to her lady-in-waiting. "Get refreshments for our guests, " she orders. "Make sure it's kosher. And please find more comfortable chairs for them."
She turns to the Rabbi, Shekinah, & Gaia. "I want you to be here to advise me, " she says. "When the dust settles, there will need to be relief efforts made, I expect. Because Jews are the target of these horrific attacks, there will be special considerations."
Gaia smirks at the other two as if to say, "I told you Her Majesty wouldn't be silly about this."

Shortly after an hour after their conversation, Valient and D'rtang were in the air, flying towards Roania.

Watching in the Air Force One's lounge was the admiral and the president, looking on as the Roanian Independent showedmore scenes of violence and the odd commentator discussed the issue before them.[/i]

"And earlier in parliament, Opposition leader Papen accused the NSIWP and IP parties of having connections to the terrorist actions..."

Valient muted the t.v. leaving the 40-something, slightly balding talking head to mouth his message.

"Well, Joseph, again, this is all conjecture, but what do you think this could all be about?"

"Well, considering that whole Inquistion business, this could be the form of extremists trying to perhaps finish the job, whatever... that job was..."

Valient finished his bottle of Water,and put the plastic bottle in the recycling bin. Outside, the clouds had cleared and a distinct landform could be seen below.

Valient sighed.

"I do wish that this whole business of the Inquisition can be put behind us..."

All of a sudden, a picture of a beautiful, middle-aged women appeared on the screen. Out of curiousity, D'rtang un-muted the set."

"...and there is even talk that the princess may withdraw her confidence from the Prime Minister, shown here in a recnt undated photo. That action would..."

[i]D'rtang muted the set again, silencing once more the reporter.

"Well, Alex, looks like Malissa has her hands quite full."

"Indeed, all the more reason to hurry and help her the best we can. We will not be alone in our endeavour: it seems that Calis may b e sending some personnel as well."

D'rtang nodded, and pressed a button on his chair console.

"Pilot, take us down as soon as possible."

"Yes sir,"a voice crackled back. "There is a lot of military presence in Agua, and we need clearence."

"Proceed."

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"This is Air Force One from the Commonwealth-Dominion of Valient, seeking permission to land. Please respond, Agua."

TO: President Calis
FROM: Foreign Minister Charles Algernon Blackwood
If you feel it to be strictly neccessary, than you may send an investigator from your embassy. We would expect any evidence found to be handed over to our own investigators, of course.


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Charles Algernon Blackwood
Minister of Colonial and Foriegn Affairs and Trade
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Kroenen growled when it started to rain. He had been standing here for hours. It was not right that he, the Premier of Agua and future Fuehrer of the Divine Imperium, should wait here in the rain for the Dark Prince.

A limousine pulled up alongside him, finally. The passenger window rolled down, and Damien looked out. "Kroenen, you must eliminate the Purification Squads to prevent any further attacks."

Kroenen nodded to agree, but something snapped. "No."

Damien blinked, not believing what he had heard. "Sorry? I'm sure I misheard you."

"No. I will not. The time has come for the purification to commence! Agua, and then the Empire, will be cleaned! I'm going to restart the cleansing, Damien. The revolution will continue...with, or without you."

Damien sighed. "I see..." the Dark Prince tapped his chin thoughtfully. "Well, if that's how you feel, than I have no choice but to let you continue..."

"Thank you."

"Without my support or protection." Damien reached out, and tapped the front window. "Drive, Kathryn." As the limousine started to gun its engines once more, he looked back. "I'm sure you'll realise the mistake you're making..."

Kroenen stared after the limousine as it pulled away into the night. Damien raised the mirrored windows, and sighed. Kathryn looked back through the rear-view mirror. "My lord, is this wise?"

"The National Socialist Imperial Worker's Party is my creature, my dear...Kroenen may think he controls it, but he'll go too far and end up arrested or killed...than, I'll place someone smarter in charge."

Kathryn had a pleasant shiver run up her spine from his words, and to distract herself from it she asked, "Where to, my lord..." she purred the question out.

Damien raised an eyebrow, sceptically, but smiled when he said, "Why, my dear Kat...to the Aguan airport, to meet President Valient and ensure that he gets to the Stronghold aero-link safely..."

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Dark Prince Damien Alexander Black
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Ivan laughed, when he read the headlines. "I have him!" He exclaimed, chuckling. "This has Kroenen's hands all over it, and I now have him!" The head of the IIIS was now seized with an intense purpose.

This was his chance to finally rid himself of his cursed foe, Grigori Hans Kroenen. In addition, with luck, it would rid the world of the NSIWP. He pressed a button on his desk, and contacted his secretary. "Susan, I want an investigatory StormTeam sent to Agua...arrange it, will you?"

In the outer office, Susan sighed and jotted down a brief note. She'd get around to it. Eventually.

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Ivan Merkenoff
Head of the Imperial Internal InvestigatoryService
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Leopold wiped his brow, the sweat dripping on it. He could find no evidence either way...he could grab Kroenen for incitement, but than he'd be implicated for allowing the speech to go ahead, and approving of his premier's actions.

The best he could do was order his subordinate in Agua to ensure that no more evidence was found implicating Kroenen and the NSIWP in these crimes, either by the StaatsPolizei or anyone the IIIS sends.

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Grand Duke Leopold von Agua VII
Interior Minister
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Clarissa sighed as she walked back towards her flat in the back of Number 4, Montblanc st. It had been a very trying day in Parliament, and she felt tired beyond belief. It came as a pleasant surprise to her, then, when strong and warm hands enveloped her as she entered her home. "James?" She asked him, smiling. "How did you get in?"

James rubbed her hair back, and smiled back at her. "I convinced the Kaiserin that our...friendship required that I have a key to the lodge...what's important, though, is that you have a doctor's appointment in two hours." He kissed her softly.

She responded, but pulled back shortly. "Why?" She asked him, and then closed her eyes in pain when she felt another cramp.

"That's why..." he stroked back her hair and then, with a simple movement, lifted the slight women up off the ground to carry her to the sofa. "You're resting until then, Clarissa."

She sighed, but happily rested her head against his chest. It's touching he's so concerned about me... she thought, drifting off to sleep in his arms.

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James Gray
Returning as Minister of Health and Social Security
Divine Imperium of Novar Ohan and the Sunset Isles

Damien checked his watch. "We have another few minutes..." he said, as they pulled into the Aguan airport's VIP parking lot. He pressed a button by his side as the car slowed, and his seat slid into the front, next to Kathryn. "Which means, my dear Kat, you're going to explain yourself and your actions since I hired you...which only seem to have grown stranger and more commonplace in the last few weeks." He placed his hands beneath his head and leaned back, sure that this would be amusing.

Kathryn smiled weakly, and tried to play for time. "Whatever do you mean...?" she asked him, carefully.

Damien moved his hands, and started to recite what seemed to be a carefully prepared list, "Firstly, you've been watching me. Every time I look up, it seems, your eyes are on me. Moreover, when you see me look up, you turn away rapidly. Secondly, you've taken to calling me by my name. I excuse Kroenen, because he's an old friend. You, however... are just a personal assistant. Thirdly, and finally, you seem to find some excuse to always be near me, even when your services are not required." He pinned her with a devastating glare, and gained some slight personal pleasure when she winced and looked away. "Now...I'm not a suspicious man," he said, knowing the lie and delighting in it, "but I'm starting to believe there's something sinister behind this. Are you a spy? Who sent you? My mother? Daniel?"

Kathryn looked into his eyes, and started to cry. Damien blinked, uncomfortable for some reason, especially when she, in a fraction of a second, had unbuckled her seat belt and thrown her arms around him, weeping into his shoulder. Damien coughed. "Kathryn?" He put an arm around her, trying to gently detach her from his body. All it did, though, was cause her to bury herself deeper into his slightly unwilling grasp. "Kathryn, crying into my shoulder is not an explanation..." he said, warningly. "Nor is it inclining me to mercy..."

She moved her head, and met his eyes now, tears still dripping from them. Damien tapped his fingers impatiently. "Well?"

She stopped, and sighed, and then whispered, "I...love you..."

Damien started back as if slapped. "You what?" He asked, sure he had heard wrong. "Do you know who I am?"

Kathryn held him closer, not letting him move. "Yes...you're Dark Prince Damien Alexander Black...a member of the Imperial Family...and the man...the man I love..." she looked up at his eyes, and closed her own. "You can fire me, send me away...kill me, anything you want...but you can't change it," as she said this, she watched his expression turn into first one of consideration, then an unhappy one, and finally an angry one. "...I love you..." she added, plaintively.

Damien struggled to free himself from her grasp. "Kathryn, I thought we had had this discussion before..." he growled.

"No, we haven't..." she interjected.

Damien sighed, "but...but..." he felt her holding him, and sighed once more. I've been doing that a lot lately...absurd, really. "Kathryn, we're too different...I'm not who you think I am," he admitted, which was hard to do as he knew her view of him was also more flattering than his own.

"I know who you are..." she said, softly. "I know what you do and what you have done...what you plan...what you want...but I can't help myself...even though I know you're unlikely to feel anything for me..." she said, holding him tightly, now that she had admitted the truth both to him and herself, unwilling to let him go.

Damien sighed and unconciously ruffled back her hair, thinking. An internal battle played across his face, and she watched with concern, fearing the outburst of dark power that would put an end to her, but welcoming it if it would make him happy. Finally, he seemed to reach some sort of conclusion. She waited, and soon he said, "don't think it changes...it doesn't change anything in public."

Her heart thrilled when she felt one of his fencer's hands, strong yet strangely gentle, brush away a few of her tears. He continued. "You will still call me 'My Lord'. You will not think that this gives you any excuses for sloppiness in your work. I expect, if I decide to go ahead with this...absurdity...as much, no, more loyalty and support from you than I've had recently..." His hand travelled down her face, and cupped her chin, drawing her eyes back up to his.

She met his eyes, and tried to trace the emotions she saw within. She could recognise cynicism, anger, some dark amusement...and...something she had never seen there, something she couldn't recognise, that appeared and disappeared from his eyes seemingly at random. She only half heard herself say, "and in private?", her voice breathless and low.

Damien chuckled at that, and smiled at her, "well, my dear Kat..." he said, softly, "that all depends..."

She couldn't take it any more, and reached up his body, locking her lips with his briefly before he removed her. He coughed and looked away, saying, "Yes, well...I'm sure we can keep this on a...um...semi-professional level."

She laughed at him, at the thought of him being embarrassed, and when he looked angry took his hand. He closed his hand around her own absent-mindedly, as if he viewed that everything that needed to be said had been said, and that life could now go on as normal, or as close to as possible. She slid over, and leaned her head back on his shoulder, smiling a bit as he slowly put his arm around her, holding her close. I love this...the most feared man on the continent...scared of his own feelings and of me... she rubbed her hand along his face, smiling at him. "What's wrong?" She asked when he tried to pull away.

"Nothing..." he said, despising himself for giving in to her, and both loving and loathing the woman in his arms. Over-head, Airforce One started to land, carrying the President of Valient. He winded down his window and moved over, letting go of her and then looking overhead. "That's the plane...let's go meet our foreign 'friends'" he said, starting to get out to walk to the terminal and meet the two men who had come to investigate, turning into the scheming manipulater once more.

She could see through it now, though. And she knew that underneath that harsh, cynical and cruel exterior was an ordinary man. An ordinary man who had far too much power, and didn't know what else to do with it besides use it to gain more. After she got out of the limousine, but before they left, she leaned up once more, and kissed him.

And this time, he didn't pull away. As they slowly parted, Kathryn thought of her old Sunday School back when she was a child, and of the priest who had told her that only the devil could have no redeeming qualities...she had never believed him, until now. "I love you..." she whispered to him as they walked into the lobby, her behind him, of course.

And when he turned around, she thought she saw him smile.

The NJL (Nominaen Jewish Leage) has responded by sending support to Roania. They have sent money to help with the rebuilding of the attacked Synagogues.

TO: President Calis
FROM: Foreign Minister Charles Algernon Blackwood
If you feel it to be strictly neccessary, than you may send an investigator from your embassy. We would expect any evidence found to be handed over to our own investigators, of course.

To: Foregin Minister Charles Algernon Blackwood
From: President Calis

Thankyou minister for your help. I shall be sending a Mr. Carl Destroi to Agua to help investigate the situation. Rest assured he will be happy to coperate with your authorities.
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Carl grumbled as he sat within the private ASA jet, still half asleep. Without warning he had been awoken at 2 in the morning and told he was going to Agua, Roania to help investigate the the death of an Assingtonian in the port city. He had been given a pile files to read through and a quick briefing before getting thrown onto a jet and on his way to a foreign nation.

For now he would sleep and worry about the situation when he got there.

OOC: Will, on MSN? And have you seen Val?

A few hours later and Carl was awoken by the bumpy landing at the airport within Agua. He cursed the pilot knowing well that the bumpy landing was intentional, just to wake him up. Standing at his 5'10", Carl smoothed out his black jacket and pants as he gathered what belongings he was able to take with him, a few bags and a carry case.

Carl's shoulder length white hair bounced slightly as he was woken up by a collision with the low roof of the plane. Carl did not appear to be a dangerous man, yet he possessed training in several small arms and some basic close combat.

Mumbling about the cruelness of life and how he ended up doing this job, Carl mad his way down the steep jet stairs and onto the hard ground of the Roanian airport.

Damien sighed, his patience growing thin. His day had already been awful, from that incoherent and weak fool Johannesen this morning, to that awful concert, and then that horrendous supper.

Finally, not half an hour ago, his own personal assistant had caught him in a moment of weakness, and...and...he had no idea. And now...now she was..."Must you?" the Dark Prince snapped at Kathryn, who had been running a finger through the black half of his hair.

She started back, as if he had physically attacked her. "I'm sorry..." she said, apologetically. She looked at him accusingly, and he sighed and gave a quick look around, before taking her hand. She smiled a bit in response, and looked at him expectantly.

Damien looked at her, wondering what she wanted from him. He was sure it was important, because otherwise she wouldn't be looking at him that way. Thankfully, at that minute Damien saw a foreigner coming down the stairs from the terminal. "Dear," he said, ignoring the happy look on her face, "I think that's one of the agents..."

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Malissa checked her watch. "John, have you seen Daniel?" She asked her husband.

Prince Consort John Marshall looked up from his book, "He said he was going out...and Damien is still in Port Agua..."

Malissa sighed. "My little boys are growing up..."

After looked around for a few seconds Carl spotted a odd looking man with two colours of hair. Black and White. He immediately noted him as the Dark Prince, Damien Black. Although he was disgruntled this morning, Carl still knew his stuff and had been keeping up with foreign issues, especially those Roanian.

Carl hauled his luggage with relative ease, there wasn't a lot in his few bags. Finally he arrived in front of Damien and noticed the woman beside him, probably an assistant.

"Greetings, I'm Carl Destroi of Assington."

D'rtang and Alexander strapped in and held onto their chairs as the plane descended.

"So, joseph, do we know if Malissa is greeting us personally?"

D'rtang shook his head.

"No. We will be met by a gentleman by the name of Damien. He is a close relative of the Blacks."

Valient nodded, and replied as the plane grounded to a stop.

"Good. Let's hope he can clear this situation up for us."

The door opened, and Valient and D'rtang stepped out into the fresh air, looking for Damien.

Damien turned around, and regarded Carl Destroi in much the same way he would an unusual insect. "Blessings be upon you," he said, making the greeting sound like an insult, "inspector." Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted two men in their late middle ages. "Kathryn," he nodded towards the two newcomers, "go and bring the President over here...I have to assuage his worries..." the smile on his face grew a trifle forced and evil.

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Rabbi Samuel Jacobsen of the Port Agua Grand Synagogue had received his cheque from the NJL. Tears ran down his face as he praised his Jewish brethren. He was walking down to the prayer-hall when there was a sudden explosion from behind him.

Carl noticed the spiteful tone of the Damien but he was too tired to really care. That and he had been warned about this guy and how you'd be hard pressed to find a time when he wasn't a nasty sounding antagonist. Either way, Carl wasn't about to strain relations the first few minutes he arrived.

"And upon you sir. I trust this situation is not a major problem for your nation?"

D'rtang and Valient watched as a beautiful young women approached the Air Force One with a purposeful stride.

She stretched out her hand to both the president and his admiral. Valient resisted the urge to kiss her hand.

"My name is Kathryn, and if you follow me, I will take you to Mr. Black."

As they were led across the tarmac to the fancy luxury car, where two gentleman stood watching them draw near.

"Why do I get a strange feeling about this, Joseph?"

The Admiral leaned in closer to his leader.

"Black. He is nothing like Malissa. I can see it from here..."

Damien waited until President Valient drew close, and then he started. "Gentlemen, I thank you, and my mother the Kaiserin thanks you, for coming to the Imperium. I am sorry that you have come all this way, but the situation is well in hand and your services..."

The radio in his limousine crackled to life suddenly with, "in the past half hour, there have been several more attacks by masked men against centres of worship".

Damien's face remained placid, and he continued, with barely a blink with, "will, of course, be welcomed. Kathryn, please contact the limousine service..."

As the young escort rounded the other side of the car to use the comm system to hail a limo, D'rtang and Valient exchanged glances.

"Well," thought Valient "So much for a quick resolution..."

Valient turned and addressed Damien and the as-yet unnamed Assington representative.

"So, while we are waiting for our transport, tell me, how is Malissa."

Water Coolian Embassy, Agua, Roania

As news of yet another explosion reached the Embassy, The Ambassador looked around as masses of people of varying races crammed themselves into the grounds of the Embassy.

Religious figures walked around offering solace to those that needed it, trying in vain to calm the panic that was spreading throughout the area.

A make shift hospital had been set up to deal with the inevitable causalities. A team of medics worked their way through, seeing to those that had been hurt. Although they where not qualified doctors, they did their best to help.

Looking around he estimated that he could fit, at the very most another 1000 people here. After that he would have to close the gates.

“The Cooler damm it!” He said to no one in particular upon realising the hopelessness of the situation.