NationStates Jolt Archive

The curtains where going up in Aust, as the Emporer, accompnied by Prince Matthew and his Brother Prince William strode ddown the marble floor. Tonight they would celebrate like few mortals had ever done before. it was the 2000 Anniversary of the formation of Aust, and tonight all Aust would celebrate.

To there right a long row of plates stood, full of the finist delicasys that Aust had to offer, the Emporer reached over and ate one of the boiled potatoes, he smiled and licked his lips, the toungh playing over small filed teeth, "delicious," he said to the chef who stood nervously waiting for the royal verdict, "As usual, carry one." The Chef visably sighed with relef and turned away from the small haunched figure that had so much power.

The Emporer turned away up the stairs and his aides followed him, "And now," The Emporer said in his cold chilling voice, "To get changed for the Ball, the dignatarys should arrive soon and it would be wrong to dissappoint them."

The two men turned away from each other, they each knew that this date had another meaning, it was 3 years to the day that the Emporer's parents had been killed alongside so many of the Royal familly. The Emporer had never been the same since then, he had been 11 at the time and yet had chased down his parents killers with a cold savage anger that brought fear into most hearts.

Somethign had died inside the Emporer that day three years ago, and although he was alive he looked like the walking dead, a pale haunted figure that never smiled. The last time he had smiled was when he personally killed his parents killer, with a red hot poker.

Still, the boy seemed not to accept what had happened, and still he did not mention his parents deaths, he hadn't mentioned it in the last 2 years, and Matt doubted he would ever again. Still he had to hope, hope that one day that his little cousain would become better.

he went to get changed for the ball.

Once the invitation for the ball had been recieved, it took First Speaker Anna Fratelli all of five minutes to call Fortier, tell him to get his tuxedo pressed, and get redy to go do some hobnobbing and elbow rubbing. And, within the hour, a government owned Airbus lifted from the ground, heading towards Aust.

The flight was calm, and when the Airbus landed, Fortier strode down the stairs towards the rear of the plane, dressed smartly in his tux. Any one sent to meet him would have been graciously thanked, but turned away. Robert Fortier, former Marine, ICI and INSA operative, First Speaker, and now the 'master ambasador' was wierd like that. He had brought his own vehicle, a heavily modified BMW M3. The car was lowered gently out of the Airbus, and he sped towards the ball.

He arrived in short order, and strolled cockily, as was his usual way, into the ball room. He looked around. "Nice," he commented quietly to himself, wondering who else would show up.

As soon as Cactus Jack Foley had recieved an invatation he had started to get ready. I mean after all He was fighting alongside Aust. And he had one thing on his mind: Negotiating the Split up of Sicily. He had wanted 30% of the Natural Resources each year.

The Emporer smilled and watched as the first visitors where annoynced, as they strolled into the Ball Room, already heaving with the Lord and Ladys of Aust, he decended down the great spiral staircase, many of the courtiers neaby bowed to him and he waved them down, saying that this was a celebration but his eyes told a diffrent stroy.

He nodded to Prince William to go and engage the man from Imitora, while he and Matt would meet the man from Wrescal Lane.