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Allanean Department of Education File

Name: Kevin Nivensky
Age: 17
Languages Spoken: English, Russian, Edoliani
Mark Average: A-
SAT Equivalent: 1400+

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Kevin was getting bored. His father, CEO of Allanean Arms, has nearly forced him into coming in to this special dinner at the Feline embassy. He didn't know why and he didn't care much, either. Probably another attempt to convince the Cat government to sign some deal with him. Another futile attempt. Kevin did put his foot down on one thing - he wasn't wearing a tuxedo, but rather his usual outfit - a black leather jacket, camouflage pants, combat boots, and a shirt saying "I love my AK-47". Also - like every Allanean at the embassy - he was wearing a political holster (http://www.webleyweb.com/tle/libe140-20010924-01.html#letter3). He was the only person that stood out amongst the crowd of toxedoed diplomats and businessmen. And he liked it that way.
But enough was enough. Fourty-five minutes of extreme boredom with people he detested - like most Allaneans he thought Feline nothing more than a tyrannous nation, something that the Allaneans had fought time and time again to prevent, and officials from a tyrannous land did not deserve much respect - was, he thought, a son's duty fulfilled. He decided to steal out through one of the exits. After several minutes of wandering he reached the parking lot, mounted his bike, slinged his AKS-74U rifle, holstered his Desert Eagle, and went on his name.
As he spend through the business district, he saw, on the sidewalk, a girl in a white tank top and light purple pants, wet from the pouring rain, and obviously and hopelessly lost. She was the most beautiful girl he ever saw.

"Hi", stammered Kevin.

Have you considered the Accord? (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=154695)

Estelle looked up, and screamed. Standing in front of her was a man with military pants, a shirt with a gun on it, and a holster, with not weapon in it. A second later, she looked at his hands, and saw they were empty, and calmed down only slightly. "Who.. who are are you and wh... why are you here?"

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<<OOC: Sorry Feline. Addressed to me. Finally I am able to post...>>

Julia was lost. She screwed her face up into a look of annoyance as she tried to read the map she had received on the Prospect. As cars and motorcycles whizzed by on the streets, she winced at the noice. She found herself jostled by men -almost all of them carrying large, threatening assault rifles. "Watch where you´re standing, bitch" one yelled as he pushed past her. She quickly got ot the side of the walkway and attempted to ignore the Allaneans and focus on her map.

Everying about Port-Allanea was different from her hometown of Arala -a small city of a million people built on the Edolian Axackal - Allanean border. Like all Edolian cities regardless of size, Arala consisted almost exclusively of skyscrapers -all exactly 110 stories high. She was also passingly familiar with Gerburg -Edolia´s largest city of 170 million people. It wasn´t the size of Allanea´s capital that scared her. She even noted with some satisfaction that mose of the taller buildings in the area were under construction. Apparently the Allaneans hadn´t completely recovered from the thrashing they had received at the hands of her countrymen four and half years earlier. The differences were in type, rather than size. For one thing, Edolia had no cars. The streets of Port-Allanea were filled with all kinds of vehicles. The Edolian sneered in disgust as a tank sped by. Was nothing regulated in Allanea? The cars however, were nothing compared to the guns. It seemed that every single Allanean she laid eyes on was carrying some sort of gun whether they were hand pistols (she didn´t see so many of those) or rocket launchers (which were present in alarming vast quantities). Julia shivered as she though of what could happen if a couple of Allaneans got into a fight in the street. Another bracing difference between her home and Port-Allanea were the advertisements. Edolia, a communist paradise if ever there was one, had only discreet public service announcements adorning their buildings. You couldn´t look anywhere in Port-Allanea without seeing the signs. Some dozens of meters high and many electric, they dominated the night with their flashing lights. One, from the Allanean Arms Corporation showed an Allanean Ann Coulter fighter jet shooting down two Edolian Hellions. That nearly made her laugh. During the last war, the Allanean air force, with its large, heavy fighters, had been devestated by Edolia´s small and ultramaneuverable drone fighters. Her amusement was quickly squelched, however, by the sight of two, obviously drunk men sporting submachine guns and walking down the street towards her. She tried to ignore them and hoped they would go away, which, to her great relief, they did.

Looking at one of the street signs on the corner and then at her map, she began walking back in the direction from which she had come. Suddenly it began to drizzle. She cursed in Edoliani, Mandarin and English. She was able to get across the street without killing herself -barely- and by that time, it had bgun to pour. "Why did I have to leave the boat?" she asked herself aloud. Looking around her, she scowled. "Why did the boat have to come to Allanea?" Watching the people, dressed mostly in camoflauge and red-white-and-blue, she wondered why the Edolian government had spent so much energy getting the Allaneans to grant the Edolian floating universities such as the Prospect visits to the Allanean capital. Apparently the Ministry of Education believed that Allanean capitalist though would offer an interesting and enlightening chagne from Edolia´s Blatterschplitt Socialism. As far as she was concerned, they were wrong. Lost in thought, she failed to realize where she was going and tripped. She cursed again as she tried to wipe the dirt from her clothes. Shrugging, she stopped and let the rain wash it off. "Goddamnit!" she yelled at the night sky. She glanced back at the map and continued walking.

Two hours later, it was nearly midnight as she walked down a quiet road towards th harbor. It was eerily silent. The only sound was the steading falling of the rain -still coming down as hard as ever. A nicely-built and attractive girl of sixteen (whose soaked clothes did nothing but show off her impressive curves) would have been easy prey for any rapist or mugger -probably heavily armed -that might come across her. She was startled out of her dark thoughts by the sound of a motorcycle speeding down the road behind her. Turning around, she saw that the motorcycle had stopped and that its rider -a young Allanean man in jeans and a black leather jacket -was staring at her. She brushed a few wet strands of black hair out of her eyes.
"Hi," he said in English. She studied his face for a few seconds before responding in the same language.
"Hello."

Kevin smiles as he looks at Julia. Yes, she's definitely a tourist. "Hello. You seem lost."
"Ummmmm...¨ She hesitated, eyeing his weapon with some distrust. "I think I´ll be ok."
"You don't look OK to me. What the hell are you doing wandering the city on foot, unarmed, without even an umbrella?"
"I think I ok.", replied Julia. She wasn´t sure she was reading his intent correctly. English is such a strange language she thought. Then again, she was lost. She made up her mind. "I am Edolian student from university boat in harbor. Prospect. You know it?"
Edolian? That explained everything. Kevin switched to Edoliani immediately, mentally blessing his schoolteachers "Heard of it in the news. You are Edolian? This explains it, then." He smiles, trying to look as friendly as possible. "My name is Kevin".
She sighed. Apparently he spoke Edoliani. She also switched back to that language. "Do you know how I can get there?"
"Actually, no idea." replied Kevin "Here's an idea, though: why don't we get you somewhere nice and dry where you can call your friends and tell them to get you? I'm sorry, I don't carry a cellphone. I hate the damn things." replied Kevin. He notices her worried glance at his rifle "Don't worry about this one. No round chambered."
She hesitated for a couple of seconds again. He seemed harmless enough, as Allaneans went. Then again, that wasn´t saying very much. "Well... where would you take me?"
"My father's mansion." ('God, thank you for that business Dad has tonight!' - added Kevin mentally) "It's not too far away, and with this metal horse here" - he patted his Harley - "I can get us there in about fifteen minutes."
She looked at him, studying his face. She wasn´t sure whether or not she trusted him. On the other hand, if was interested in raping and murdering her, he could have done it already. "I... suppose..." she said. "Xiexie" she added as an afterthought, using one of the many Chinese words that had integrated themselves into the Edolian vocabulary.
"OK. You ever ridden a bike before?" - he asked. 'Probably not, though' - "You'll have to sit behind me on this thing. I don't use a helmet, so you better hold on tight." he grinned as he unsliged the rifle and hung it on the side of the bike.
He was right. She hadn´t ever ridden a motorcycle -private vehicles being illegal in Edolia, except for a few places in Axackal- and she wasn´t entirely sure how to get on. Carefull, she straddled the back of the bike. She kept her hands at her sides for a few seconds before slowly bringing them to hold on to Kevin´s waist.
Kevin raised an eyebrow "Look, I mean it when I say hold on TIGHT. I'm about to hit 150 miles per hour on this thing, and I'm sure you don't want to fall off. By the way, what is your name?" Kevin says, hesitating to start the bike before assuring the cute Edolian won't injure herself.
"Oh," she said, suprised. "It´s... um... Julia."
"I see. Hold on, Julia". The monster bike roars. Indeed, within seconds it's blasting along at some intimidating speed, bolting in small gaps between the jeeps and performance cars Allaneans favour, and out of the city. Within five minutes they are on the highway. If Julia looks over Kevin's shoulder, she sees the speed gauge pegged at maximum.

Within ten minutes - ten minutes of fear for Julia - they reached a concrete wall. The gate was topped off by two guard towers. It slid open soundlessly as the bike approached it. One more minute on a thinner road - and they reached a magnificient manor house which was apparently the center of the facility. Two flags flew on the roof. One was the Allanean flag the second Julia recognised, as Keving stopped the bike (making the breaks scream) as the sygyl of Allanean Arms Inc. Only then did she realise, with amazement, that the whole place, started, from the gate, was owned by one person.

"Who the hell is your father?" she gasped, involuntarily.

"Jonathan Nivensky, CEO of the Allanean Arms, Inc." answers Kevin with only a slight tinge of pride in his voice. Julia looked at him in shock. Her saviour's father was arming the Allanean Army?
'Listen... do you have a phone in there so that I can call the people on the Horizon and tell them to come pick me up?"
Looking into her face, Kevin realised he did something wrong. "Uh, sure. But I'd think you'd want to change into something dry in the meanwhile. I got some clothes in my room that might fit you in my room They're boys' clothes, though. Never been dressed like a girl, you know..."
She stopped and pondered it for a minute. She decided to go for it. After all, Kevin seemed relatively nice, and she was already in the proverbial Lion's Den.

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Kevin's room would be a typical teenager's room - small fridge, computer, books, clothes, and a stereo. But it was also Kevin's room - and so several guns were handging on the wall, together with several shelves with awards - County Youth Practical Rifle (gold), Best English Speaker, Country Practical Handgun (gold), Best Russian Speaker, State Practical Rifle (silver), and so on, an so forth.
Julia smiled. "Nice room."
Kevin blushed: "Want a drink?"
"Sure. Got a beer?"
He lifted an eyebrow. He was thinking more of a Coke, but... "Would a Heineken do?"

“You wouldn’t happen to have any Edolian brews, would you?” She thought for a moment. “No I suppose you wouldn’t.” She shrugged. “Sure. A Heineken would be great. Thanks.” Kevin smiled as he tossed her a green beer can, which the Edolian opened with a satisfying crack. She took a sip. It wasn’t the best beer she’d ever had, but not the worst either, she thought.
“Should I leave you while you look through the closet for something wearable?” he asked. Julia nodded appreciatively and Kevin walked out of the room, on to the balcony. Leaning over the railing, he sipped his beer and smiled as he watched the lights of Port-Allanea.

A few minutes later, Julia joined him on the balcony. She was wearing a very baggy pair of rather unfashionable gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt with the words ‘I love my gun’ written on it in big, blocky English letters. Seeing the look on his face, she shrugged and smiled. “Thanks,” she said. He chuckled, looking at her over the beer can.
“Hey,” he said, “you look… cute.”
“Hah. Thanks.” Julia looked at her watch. It was nearly one in the morning. “Thank you for everything, again… but it’s getting really late and I really have to get back to the ship.”
“I don’t think your… um, teacher, will come for you now,” Kevin said. “And I’m personally too tired to take you there.” He paused. “I’ll take the couch.”
“Oh, no, I’m sorry to be a bother and I appreciate the invitation… but I really have to get back. What subway stop would I take?” Then, remembering where she was, “does Port-Allanea have a subway system?” Kevin laughed at that.
“No, of course not. We have buses though.”
“Do they run this late?”
“Frankly, I have no clue. I never use them. What if I ask one of Dad’s bodyguards to take us there? Or just take a caffeine pill or two?” She smiled appreciatively.
“You’ve helped me so much already… I wouldn’t want to be a problem for you.”
“Look,” he said, smiling, “you think I’d let a pretty creature like you walk all the way to port? And unarmed at that!” Startled at the Allanean’s manner, Julia realized she was blushing. Why? That wasn’t supposed to happen. She was Edolian! She was supposed to take flattery and sexual banter in stride.
“Well!” she said, forcing a hint of anger into her voice. “I’m sure I can get along quite fine. I don’t need a bodyguard, y’know. And isn’t this supposed to be a safe country you’ve got here?” Suddenly Kevin’s phone rang.
“What? Dad?… You wont be home tonight?.. Leaving for… I see… Another one of those special contracts?.. Fine… Whatever…” Julia’s face was still red as he shut off the phone.
“I hate it when he does that. Anyways, it is is a safe country, but as far as I know, civilized people eodn’t let ladies go out unarmed and unprotected. Besides, I don’t think there are any buses right now. On the other hand, Dad has gone away on a business trip. It means we can kick Jerry –the family chopped pilot- out of bed. Don’t worry; Jerry won’t mind.” Julia thought about it for a few seconds. Her face softened.
“Thanks agin… I really don’t mean to be a bitch. I guess I’m just tired and not used to Allaneans treating me well.”
“Why don’t you just admit that you’re not used to Allaneans at all?” Kevin laughed. She nodded at that.
“I suppose.”
“Now let’s go kick Jerry out of bed.” Julia smiled and turned to follow Kevin off the balcony.

The pilot, a man in his late thirties, woke up in surprise. “Ah, mohnin mister. And who’s the fine lass?” Despite his relatively young age, the man already sported a tinge of gray in his hair, complementing a strange scar on his cheek. He spoke with a thick South Allanean accent. Julia nodded in greeting and responded in her rather accented English:
“Julia von Ghent. I am student on the Prospect. Kevin tonight saved me.”
“Refugee, huh?” They didn’t bother to correct him. “Kevin, you know how to fine a fine lass.” Jerry said as he put on his helmet. “You tell her it’s thanks to me and me ol’ birdie that she can be here today.” Kevin was about to interdict and explain that Julia wasn’t a refugee when Jerry continued. “See, I was a chopper pilot back in the War.” Kevin paled. “Flew mah birdie right into Deriksburg, I did.”
“Just shut up and get us off the ground, will you,” Kevin said, with some annoyance.
“Thank you for taking me back. Again I really appreciate it,” Julia added. Jerry laid his hands on the controls of the assault helicopter-turned-luxury transport, lifting it gently off the pad. His ranting aside, he was definitely good.
“Want some music Kevin? We still got these mounted loudspeakers, y’know.”