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Greater Prussian News Network

"Greetings, I'm Ivan Narminov for Greater Prussian News Network. Prince John Rekjyavich as announced he will be speaking soon from the Star Office, though nobody knows what it will be about. Ah, we're getting the signal now."

*pans to the Star Office, with Prince John sitting at the desk, and the Pschycotic Pschycos Shogun sitting at his right*
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"Good evening, my fellow Prussians. God Bless every one of you.
I have come to inform you of something I'd rather not have to do, but as is my position, and this is my father, I must.

My father has been suffering from health problems for the past five years, but he refused to announce it, as my father did not want the people to worry about him.

At twenty-three hundred hours, Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov the Third, Monarch of the great nation of Derscon, Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia, your loyal ruler, and my father, died of heart failure. This was confirmed by three doctors. He died peacefully, in the presence of I, Alexei, my brother, and Shogun Kenshin of Pschycotic Pschycos.

Do not be worried, as he now resides in the Glourious Presense of Our Holy Father in Heaven.

As DeFacto Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia, and DeFacto Czar of Derscon, I request all flags -- be it Imperial, local, or national -- within the Greater Prussian Empire be lowered to half staff.

I have begun funeral arrangements already, and all are welcome to come to the Kremlin Cathedral when they occur to pay their respects to my father, and your leader.

God Bless all of you in these troubled times. May His Grace comfort you.

*camera fades*

When the newspeolpe were out of the office, John turned to the Shogun.

"You think that was a convincing enough coverup? There's no way we can actually let people know of what went on down at the flat."

To John
From James Server

You have our condolences on the loss of your father. We will be sending Secretary of State Sheridan to Derscon.

Again you have our condolences.

Francis turned off his tv in shock. The Czar,dead he thought. It was almost unreal. The man who had been so instrumental, almost single handingly, taking down Andre Leipzig.

He reached for a pen and paper. He wrote and signed an order lowering all flags within Cherry Ridge and Burgundy, to half-mast.

30 min. later.......
Francis was in a Ridgian Army uniform wearing the blue over coat. He carried a sword at his side. Long columns of the Ridgian Army were behind him. The Burgundian guard were in front of them. In between were a company of Imperial Guardsmen. All color guards had flags dipped. Francis rode on top of a tank. The procession stopped at the Burgundian Naval Base at Carmel. A 21-gun salute was fired for the late Czar. A company of Imperial Guardsmen marched aboard, and the Emperor preceded to board. He boarded the CRS Julius, his personal naval ship, a nimitz class carrier. He assumed personal command. The crew was the best in the navy. He saluted the soldiers as the ship slowly slipped out of sight, heading for Derscon.



ooc- The soldiers in the parade went back to normal duty.

Here is the Julius
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/b/b0/USS_Nimitz_1997.jpg

To the citizens of prussia, if your country needs anything ... call us, we will gladly help

Thank you all for your prayers.

--Prince John

International Waters

Two Zimmermann-class battleships with their flags at half-mast sailed up to the Julius.

We are to escort you to Polyarnyy Naval Base. PLease follow.

The escorts took the Carrier through the bay and meandered her way into port.

God Bless. With that, the battleships went back off to their port on an island aways out to sea.

On the ground, four Honour Guards and four Praesillei Dei soldiers stood guard at a 747 jetliner to take the King to Rekjyavich Andropov Military City.

Francis had sinced changed into a dress uniform. He got off of the Julius and headed towards the jet. He got on the "steps" and saluted to Dersconi nation. He then went on and sat down.

The plane gets them to RAMC in about two hours. Upon its landing, an armoured SUV was waiting, and two Praesillei Dei soldiers get in with the King and they drive off to the Kremlin.

Upon entering the anteroom to the Czar's office, they are greeted by Prince John.

"Welcome, Francis." He came up and embraced him. He was a very long shot from the way he was at the RWC party, acting jovially teaching everyone to mix drinks.

He led him into the Star Office and motioned to a seat beside the Shogun.

"Now that you're here, I guess we can discuss some funeral arrangements."

Francis nodded towards the Shogun.

He said to John,
"John, I am sorry for your loss." John even seemed sadder. He wasn't like he normally was. He shouldn't be how he normally was. He could tell that he was hurting.
"I guess we can discuss funeral arangements"



ooc- Derscon, you should start the talk.

OOC: No shit.
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THe Prince nodded.

"Well, my father didn't like fancy things, so there would be no parade, but there almost has to be one. Don't know where it would start, but it would end at the Kremlin Cathedral across the compound. Service held there, probably by Paisley. I'll have to tell him to keep all his anticatholic rhetoric to himself." The Prince thought a bit about that one. Jesus, I hope he doesn't sputter that crap. The Prince was an Angelican, and, while not approving of many Catholic practices, did not take kindly to the fact that Catholicism is complete bullshit.

"Anyways, burial will commence at sundown after the service, as my father would have liked it." He thought a bit.

"Anything you two can think of?"

Secretary Sheridan was on a tour of the Earth Colony of Corneliu when he got word. He left from Washington City and flew towards Derscon.

When they got near the place, The pilot got on the radio.

"This is State 1 to Derscon Traffic Control. Requesting Permission to land."

"Of course the aircraft falling out formation. It could start near the airport. His long flight has ended and he is now at rest with God. I hope Paisley doesn't say that crap if you said. Perhaps you should give the sermon."

"Of course the aircraft falling out formation. It could start near the airport. His long flight has ended and he is now at rest with God. I hope Paisley doesn't say that crap if you said. Perhaps you should give the sermon."

The Prince nodded. "Good idea." He listened on, but shook his head and smiled weakly.

"I'll break down too quickly. Wouldn't do good to see the defacto czar break down and cry on international TV, would it!"
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STATE ONE, YOU ARE CLEARED TO LAND.

When it finally landed, the same treatment the King of Cherry recieved and was escorted in by Praetorian Guards to the Star Office. The Prince stood up and shook hands, taking him to a seat.

"Hello. You're a bit early, really, but we'll make due. So, where's President Server?"

STATE ONE, YOU ARE CLEARED TO LAND.

When it finally landed, the same treatment the King of Cherry recieved and was escorted in by Praetorian Guards to the Star Office. The Prince stood up and shook hands, taking him to a seat.

"Hello. You're a bit early, really, but we'll make due. So, where's President Server?"

"Sorry for being early Your Highness but we felt it most expedient to arrive as early as possible." He shook the prince's hand and bowed slightly to him. "As for President Server, he is busy with affairs of state."

"Sorry for being early Your Highness but we felt it most expedient to arrive as early as possible." He shook the prince's hand and bowed slightly to him. "As for President Server, he is busy with affairs of state."

The Prince smiled. "So am I."

The Prince smiled. "So am I."

"I bet you are. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. We will be as helpful as possible. BTW, what will the funural be like for a man of your father's position?"

"I bet you are. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to ask. We will be as helpful as possible. BTW, what will the funural be like for a man of your father's position?"

The Prince shrugged. "My father wants it simple, but I'm sure he was well aware that with his position this is unacceptable. Actually, we were discussing the funeral arrangements now."

The Prince shrugged. "My father wants it simple, but I'm sure he was well aware that with his position this is unacceptable. Actually, we were discussing the funeral arrangements now."

"Is there anything that we can provide? We have a full scale colony that can bring whatever you need."

"Is there anything that we can provide? We have a full scale colony that can bring whatever you need."

HE shrugged. "I think not, unfortunately. I was hoping to meet President Server finally -- my father told me great things about him -- but I guess not. Unfortunately, there is really nothing to do at this point. The funeral will not be for a few days, and the coronation is exactly seven days after the Czar is buried. Nothing for you to do here right now, in all honesty." The Prince smiled.

"One downfall to being early -- you usually are stuck around waiting."

HE shrugged. "I think not, unfortunately. I was hoping to meet President Server finally -- my father told me great things about him -- but I guess not. Unfortunately, there is really nothing to do at this point. The funeral will not be for a few days, and the coronation is exactly seven days after the Czar is buried. Nothing for you to do here right now, in all honesty." The Prince smiled.

"One downfall to being early -- you usually are stuck around waiting."

"Well if you would like to meet President Server, you could always have a state visit to Corneliuan Prime or meet him in our colony here on Earth." He took a deep breath. "Well thanks Your Highness. I look foward to talking with you from now till whenever."

John Rekjyavich
::Communique from Kaymiril::
Our condolences on your loss, Qu'ess Dersconi. We offer our apologies that representatives from our nation will not be attending your father's funeral, but internal affairs make that an impossibility. The invitation to visit our nation, for whatever reason, is always open.

Annastrianna d' Maril,
Ust Qu'essan d' Kaymiril.

OOC: Derscon, that's the best I can do, for reasons we've spoken of.

"Well if you would like to meet President Server, you could always have a state visit to Corneliuan Prime or meet him in our colony here on Earth." He took a deep breath. "Well thanks Your Highness. I look foward to talking with you from now till whenever."

The Prince chuckled. "Want a drink? Probably not an appropriate time, but what the hell."

The Prince chuckled. "Want a drink? Probably not an appropriate time, but what the hell."

"Son, the last time I had a drink was during the celebration of the Liberation of Corneliuan Prime from President Kerry. I will take that drink Your Highness."

"Son, the last time I had a drink was during the celebration of the Liberation of Corneliuan Prime from President Kerry. I will take that drink Your Highness."

The Prince smirked. "You, my friend, are a deprived man. You have a choice -- the greatest wine on the face of the earth or a mixed alchoholc fruit-like drink. Only ones that I can make on call with this shitty excuse of a bar."

OOC: Derscon, that's the best I can do, for reasons we've spoken of.

OOC: I know.
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John Rekjyavich
::Communique from Kaymiril::
Our condolences on your loss, Qu'ess Dersconi. We offer our apologies that representatives from our nation will not be attending your father's funeral, but internal affairs make that an impossibility. The invitation to visit our nation, for whatever reason, is always open.

Annastrianna d' Maril,
Ust Qu'essan d' Kaymiril.

Thank you for your prayers. I am fully aware that internal things can go wrong, and I thank you for the extention of visit. I will most definitely take you up on that offer, when the time arrives.

--Prince John

The Prince smirked. "You, my friend, are a deprived man. You have a choice -- the greatest wine on the face of the earth or a mixed alchoholc fruit-like drink. Only ones that I can make on call with this shitty excuse of a bar."

"Should see the bar I had aboard my plane. My wife would kill me if she found I had an alchoholic beverage but what the hell. I'll have the greatest wine on the face of the earth."

(OOC: Sorry for my lateness, but I was in the process of escaping two broken legs, and a broken back. Full sory on that later.)

Turning to John, much earlier of course, "Yes, it was sufficient. Besides, no one would believe a story about a "Dragon King". For the record, I think we were all halucenating fairly bad, and in unison. Mass histeria, I believe it's called, caused by bad airline food."

The Queen was still in bed with flu as she heard the news about the death of the Czar of Derscon. It was rather clear she couldn't send anyone high enough as most of them were at the Assembly of Greater Prussia. Sending a Catholic Bishop was not an option with Derscon being almost Nazi Protestant in nature. Instead she send a Royal letter expressing her condolences and best wishes for the future of Derscon, and the King of Burgundy, Francis I, will be representative of her nation's position about the event. The local senior Jeruselem diplomat in Derscon would attend the funeral.

She could have sent the Grand Chancellor but he was rather busy covering for her domestic protocols while she was recovering from flu. Derscon was not one her favourite nations in the first place. She had a thought and rang the Church of Jeruselem Baptists.

CJB Secretary: Church of Jeruselem Baptists, this is Marge speaking.
Queen: This is her highness, Queen Mariah-Rebecca Penelope ...
CJB Secretary: (Gags, and chokes) ... your majesty, you wish to talk to the Reverend Rainley
Queen: Ah, yes. And no need to convulse on the phone
CJB Secretary: I'll get him as soon as possible

...

Reverend: Your majesty, ummm, I was kind of busy
Queen: Have your heard the news about the death of the Czar of Derscon?
Reverend: I did, and prayed for him during our services.
Queen: How about I bestow a title on you?
Reverend: Me?
Queen: Spokesman for Jeruselem Protestants
Reverend: That's nice, but what's the catch? I assume I have to do something to earn it. There's always a catch.
Queen: How about attending the Czar's funeral for me?
Reverend: You don't sound very well
Queen: (Sneeze) Yes, it just the flu from the East again
Reverend: I accept, but when do I go
Queen: As soon as possible
Reverend: I will. Will this be made public or kept secret?
Queen: It's all in the public record, but keep it quiet until officially announced.
Reverend: Can I bring my family?
Queen: Sure, I'm all for the family thing. (Sneeze) Expect a visitor pretty soon with the documents.
Reverend: Sure your majesty
Queen: Good luck. I really need to get back to sleep again. Say, you caught this thing yet
Reverend: I did, I was rather ill for a week. The family have recovered too. God bless you
Queen: God bless you
<phone call ends>

Reverend George turns up and smiles "So Rainley, another junket?". Rainley shakes his head "Well, looks like I'm going to be running around Greater Prussia for a while.". George pats him on the back "Well, better get going and start packing. Derscon is calling!".

To: Czar Rekjyavich
From: Snake Eater Assembly
Lord Barbarossa and the Asembly wish to extend our greatest sympathies to Defacto Czar Rekjyavich in this time of mourning. We offer our greatest hopes and dreams to you and your nation, and having met the Czar in person, I (Lord Barbarossa) would request permission from you to attend the service



OOc: I would send Cougar, but he is away on other buisness

To: Czar Rekjyavich
From: Snake Eater Assembly
Lord Barbarossa and the Asembly wish to extend our greatest sympathies to Defacto Czar Rekjyavich in this time of mourning. We offer our greatest hopes and dreams to you and your nation, and having met the Czar in person, I (Lord Barbarossa) would request permission from you to attend the service



OOc: I would send Cougar, but he is away on other buisness

OOC: Okay. Just no magic, and come by regular means. The Guards WILL shoot you.
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Thank you for your prayers, and you are welcome to come.

--Prince John
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OOC: Jeruselem, you realize 25% of the population in Derscon is Catholic? ALL Christian religions are legal in Derscon, and they intermix, and they're all quite fond of each other. We haven't had religious-based crimes since the deposing of the Iesus-style Romanov family.
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Star Office

The Prince pours a small glass of Napoleon Premier and hands it out to the Shogun and Sheridan, and one for himself.

"You know, maybe you should get your wife to try some. Maybe she won't hate you for it!" He smiled and shook his head at the Shogun.

"That was no hallucination, but you are correct, no one would believe that story." The Prince glared at the Shogun, giving him the Why the hell did you bring that up! look. It was only for a brief moment, but the Shogun got the message.

Oh, right, wheels turnin', but the hamster ain't runnin'.

Francis said,
"Would a Ridgian naval company from my ship be allowed to march in the parade, as a mark of respect?" he asked John.

The aging Queen Sliver of Warhaven sends her warmest regardes and best wishes. It is never easy losing a loved one, and Warhaven offers its sincerest moral and emotional support during these times.

THe Prince nodded.

"Yes, the naval company would be allowed, and thank you."

"You could be right your highness. My wife though, doesn't drink. I on the other hand, don't mind it."

He takes the wine and takes a sip of it. "Ahh! That is good Your Highness."

"They can arrive early in the morning, before sunrise to get into place"

"You could be right your highness. My wife though, doesn't drink. I on the other hand, don't mind it."

He takes the wine and takes a sip of it. "Ahh! That is good Your Highness."

"I sure as hell hope it's good -- stuff runs for a couple grand a case." The Prince turns to Francis.

"That's fine, but the funeral procession won't begin until we can sort things out. Shall we get back on topic?" He sets his glass down.

"Okay. At first I thought of making the procession from the capital of the GP Empire to RAMC, but that's too long of a trip -- especially on foot. Take about five months just to cover Derscon.

So the procession will be in RAMC. It will run from Kremlin Palace, I guess up and around the city, and end up back where it started, only on the other side of the Kremlin Fortress, at the Cathedral. Then funeral services can begin. I guess we could have the fighters come, too. Not a bad idea.

"Anyone opposed or have anything to add?"

"I sure as hell hope it's good -- stuff runs for a couple grand a case." The Prince turns to Francis.

"That's fine, but the funeral procession won't begin until we can sort things out. Shall we get back on topic?" He sets his glass down.

"Okay. At first I thought of making the procession from the capital of the GP Empire to RAMC, but that's too long of a trip -- especially on foot. Take about five months just to cover Derscon.

So the procession will be in RAMC. It will run from Kremlin Palace, I guess up and around the city, and end up back where it started, only on the other side of the Kremlin Fortress, at the Cathedral. Then funeral services can begin. I guess we could have the fighters come, too. Not a bad idea.

"Anyone opposed or have anything to add?"

"I can have the Corneliuan Colonial Band here to be part of the procession. How many bands are there going to be?"

"There is a Pipe Band aboard my ship. They can march between 2 naval platoons."

"I can have the Corneliuan Colonial Band here to be part of the procession. How many bands are there going to be?"

"Not too many. I know the Kremlin Choir and Orchestra will be preforming some tunes during the Service -- its designed so it can support a whole Orchestra in the pit. But marching bands -- I don't know. But you can tag along, sure."

Would you mind if the mobile suits of the 131st and the Freedom marched? It's the only way I can think of that my nation can pay respects.

Would you mind if the mobile suits of the 131st and the Freedom marched? It's the only way I can think of that my nation can pay respects.

The Prince shook his head. "I'd love it, but they're too big. The Freedom's okay, though."

"There is a Pipe Band aboard my ship. They can march between 2 naval platoons."
ooc- You skipped mine.

The Prince shook his head. "I'd love it, but they're too big. The Freedom's okay, though."

I fiqured. They are rather big. The Freedom's the pinnacle, though, so that'll be a nice treat.

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OOC: Jeruselem, you realize 25% of the population in Derscon is Catholic? ALL Christian religions are legal in Derscon, and they intermix, and they're all quite fond of each other. We haven't had religious-based crimes since the deposing of the Iesus-style Romanov family.


OOC
I'll go send a Catholic then. I do get mixed up sometimes! :confused:

IC

Reverend Rainley was with his family at the Jeruselem airport with his kids running amok while he was trying to get organised. Bishop Jacob turned up and patted on the back. "You must the Spokesman for Jeruselem Protestants! I'm Bishop Jacob from the Jeruselem Catholic Church. The Patriach wanted me to come along to Derscon too.". Rainley turned around and asked "The Patriarch is your uncle right?". The Bishop smiled "Yes, but it's the Cardinal Brown who sends me on the these trips normally. Don't worry, I'm not going to spy on you. I've got other people to see in Derscon too. Say, these little ratbags yours?". The Reverend looked embarrassed "Yes, but they are not attend the funeral. It's just a holiday for them. The wife will take them them.".

"Well, it's time to get acquainted while they prepare our plane and your hair is all messed up" the Bishop laughed. Rainley moaned "Lack of sleep." and sat down.

OOC: OK, no magic

IC: The Boeing 777 carrying the President of the Snake Eaters, Lord Barbarossa, approached Derscon air-space at 50,000 feet.
This is Snake One, come in Derscon Control. Request permission to land with zero holding pattern, Snake One

Back in Cherry Ridge, broadcast internationally
Count John Antonette sat inside his office. It looked to be aboard a naval ship. He was wearing a naval dress uniform. He began to speak,

"Francis I of Burgundy is a theif. He as income tax rates up to 100%. I pledge to change that. He is also a freemason, illegal in CR and that means he is no longer a Catholic,disqualifying him from being emperor. I have the supprt of 95% of the population of Cherry Ridge. To the Dersconi forces. Sing the Julius in your harbour. It is a wretched reminder of the past. I have the support of the archbishop of Cherry Ridge, John Hughes, and all high council officials. The Archbishop has crowned me emperor of Cherry Ridge. I am also now King of Burgundy. I have documents stating that you wanted to secede from Greater Prussia. The military supports me also. I have signed a writ of execution against Francis I and order that whoever kills him will get 5,000,000 bills. Thank you, Good Day, and God Bless."


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Ridgian High Command to Dersconi naval command
Blow up the Julius.


ooc EDIT- RP all matters about the Ridgian revolution here-
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=397404

OOC: OK, no magic

IC: The Boeing 777 carrying the President of the Snake Eaters, Lord Barbarossa, approached Derscon air-space at 50,000 feet.
This is Snake One, come in Derscon Control. Request permission to land with zero holding pattern, Snake One

Snake One, this is ATC. Please follow the escorts to the landing zone,
thanks.

With that, four Fighting Falcons linked up with the 777 and took them to the airport in Rekjyavich Andropov Military City.

An SUV took them to the Kremlin, and Lord Barbarossa was taken to the Star Office. The Prince greeted him as he came in.

"Everyone, this is Lord Barbarossa of Snake Eaters. Barbarossa, this is King Francis I of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy, Mr. Sheridan, Defence minister of Corneliu, Shogun Kenshin of Pschycotic Pschycos, and obviously, me, Prince John. Please, sit down."
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Polyarnyy Naval Base

0200
On Board the Julius, the sailors were going about their daily routine when a company of Dersconi Scutzstaffel came up. They raided the ship and took all of the sailors and officers prisoner. The sailors were shipped off to prison camps, while the officers were shipped to various secret political dungeons throughout Derscon.
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Star Office

Back in the office, none of the televisions were turned on, by request of the Prince, but the phone rang.

"Excuse me." The Prince picked it up, and listened intently. He looked shocked, but it quickly went away. he nodded, and hung up. He looked at King Francis.

"Can I see you outside for a moment?" He turned to the others. "I'm sorry, but this is a private matter." He led Francis out into the anteroom, where there was really nowhere to run, considering the platform to the Grande Hall was guarded by four Honour Guards, and Praetorian Guardsmen lined the roome between the huge columns, and were stationed at the golden doors into the secretary's room.

"King Francis, I got a disturbing call from Count Antonette. He is accusing you of theivery, abuse of power, treason against the Prussian Crown, and being a Mason. He has asked me to sink the julius and kill you. I will not do either at this point in time. Could you please respond to this? I'm concerned."
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Message to Count Antonette

Please report to Kremlin Palace immediately. That's an order.

--John Rekjyavich
DeFacto Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia

Snake One, this is ATC. Please follow the escorts to the landing zone,
thanks.

With that, four Fighting Falcons linked up with the 777 and took them to the airport in Rekjyavich Andropov Military City.

An SUV took them to the Kremlin, and Lord Barbarossa was taken to the Star Office. The Prince greeted him as he came in.

"Everyone, this is Lord Barbarossa of Snake Eaters. Barbarossa, this is King Francis I of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy, Mr. Sheridan, Defence minister of Corneliu, Shogun Kenshin of Pschycotic Pschycos, and obviously, me, Prince John. Please, sit down."
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Polyarnyy Naval Base

0200
On Board the Julius, the sailors were going about their daily routine when a company of Dersconi Scutzstaffel came up. They raided the ship and took all of the sailors and officers prisoner. The sailors were shipped off to prison camps, while the officers were shipped to various secret political dungeons throughout Derscon.
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Star Office

Back in the office, none of the televisions were turned on, by request of the Prince, but the phone rang.

"Excuse me." The Prince picked it up, and listened intently. He looked shocked, but it quickly went away. he nodded, and hung up. He looked at King Francis.

"Can I see you outside for a moment?" He turned to the others. "I'm sorry, but this is a private matter." He led Francis out into the anteroom, where there was really nowhere to run, considering the platform to the Grande Hall was guarded by four Honour Guards, and Praetorian Guardsmen lined the roome between the huge columns, and were stationed at the golden doors into the secretary's room.

"King Francis, I got a disturbing call from Count Antonette. He is accusing you of theivery, abuse of power, treason against the Prussian Crown, and being a Mason. He has asked me to sink the julius and kill you. I will not do either at this point in time. Could you please respond to this? I'm concerned."
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Message to Count Antonette

Please report to Kremlin Palace immediately. That's an order.

--John Rekjyavich
DeFacto Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia

Barbarossa couldn't help but wonder what could possibly be wrong, but refrained from voicing any thoughts. He looked around the Star Office, nodding at the various politicians dotted around, recognising a few from Col. Cougar's latest reports. Still, none of them were percieved as threats, so he decided to maintain the diplomacy, something he had excelled at in his 25 years in office

Francis looked at Prince John. He smiled,
"Which leader doesn't take a little money from the treasury? Yes, I am a mason. It just gives me a little more power, thats all. I am sure you do it too."

His smile then faded and his face turned pale. He realized he had just signed his own death warrant.

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To Dersconi military airport,
"This is Ridgian flight Burgundy One with Emperor Antonette, emperor of Cherry Ridge and king of Burgundy aboard, requesting permission to land."

Secretary Sheridan nearly gagged.

"All right! Lets not do anything here that everyone will regret later. Let us all talk about this rationally."

"Well, this week is full of twists. Oh joy." the Shogun said, sitting back and shutting his eyes.
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Approaching Derscon Airspace:

Derscon Air Control, this is Lt. Commander Yuy in the
ZGMF-10A-FREEDOM. I have orders to deliver it to Shogun Himura, requesting
permission to enter your airspace.

The large mobile suit was to march in the Czar's memorial parade, and the Commander wanted to make sure the Shogun had time to buff it before then. He hit a few switches, allowing the Derscon forces to read his fixed armarments, and take control of them to prevent any missfires.

Francis looked at Prince John. He smiled,
"Which leader doesn't take a little money from the treasury? Yes, I am a mason. It just gives me a little more power, thats all. I am sure you do it too."

His smile then faded and his face turned pale. He realized he had just signed his own death warrant.

The Prince nodded. "No, I do not. Some leaders have more integrety than that. As for being a mason, you could get away with that here in Derscon, but not in your home country. You are under arrest. GUARDS!" Six Praetorian guards and four Honour Guards came up to Francis, frisked him, and placed him in cuffs.

"Take him to the dungeons." The prince then turned around and walked back into the room.

"Sorry about that folks. Francis had an emergency call and needed to go back home. He has informed me that his second in command will be taking his place."

OOC: Hey, you couldn't know of the conversation between Francis and John. They were in a different room.
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To Dersconi military airport,
"This is Ridgian flight Burgundy One with Emperor Antonette, emperor of Cherry Ridge and king of Burgundy aboard, requesting permission to land."

Accepted. Please follow the escorts.

Again, the Fighting Falcons escorted the plane to a runway and taxied it to a hangar. The usual was done, and Antonette walked in.

"Ah, Francis told me you'd come. It's a shame he had to leave." John gave Antonette the You'd better play along or I'll have your head look. Only Antonette caught it, as the rest were looking at Antonette and not John, but Antonette sat down anyways.

"We were discussing funeral processions for my father. Oh! How rude of me. Everyone, please meet Count Antonette, second in command of Cherry Ridge. Antonette, this is Lord Barbarossa of Snake Eaters, Mr. Sheridan, Defence minister of Corneliu, Shogun Kenshin of Pschycotic Pschycos, and obviously, me, Prince John." He smiled.

"Now that that's out of the way, Francis said that a Naval band could march. This is okay with you?
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TO FREEDOM

You have been cleared. Please follow the escorts.

The Fighting Falcons, instead of leading the Freedom to a runway, led it to a lake. The lake drained and a dish was exposed. The dish opened up, and the Falcons led the Freedom into the opening, and then the dish closed. Yuy was then escorted to the surface and taken back home via helocoptor. He was then debreifed to forget everything he just saw.

"Yes, Francis had sme personal matters to attend to. His cousin is very ill."

"A pipe band could march. The one from the Julius was just flown back to CR, but I could have a pipe band from CR flown in. They could be here early that morning."


*He gave Prince John the How did I do look

The lake drained and a dish was exposed.

No, that had nothing to do with J.B.-Golden Eye. ;)

"Yes, Francis had sme personal matters to attend to. His cousin is very ill."

"A pipe band could march. The one from the Julius was just flown back to CR, but I could have a pipe band from CR flown in. They could be here early that morning."


*He gave Prince John the How did I do look

The Prince nods. "That's a shame. It be greatly appriciated if you flew one in."

John returned the glance briefly. Not bad.
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Francis was handed off to Praesillei Dei soldiers in all grey and had the old Nazi germany SS Death's Head on their shoulders. "The Prison Brigade" they were called, as they watched over the Kremlin dungeons.

Francis was taken down to the very bottom of the Grand Hall, where there is no light. The floor opened up, and the floating platform docked on a bridge, and disappeared. THe stone stairwell led about two stories down before coming to a vault door guarded by to Honour Guards with the Grey Armour. The door was opened and they went into the "Welcome Room" of the prison. Francis was stripped naked and given a prison uniform to wear. It was hot pink with a hello kitty patch on the front chest, and there were no pockets. (The guards amused themselves by degrating the prisoners)
They led him down more stairs to a prison chamber with bars. THis was cell block A. This is where the political prisoners go. Officially, this practice was abandoned a long time ago, but the SS continued raiding communists' houses.

But they kept going.

Down a level was Block B. This is where the capital crime people go. The cell doors here were half barred, half closed in. They had lights, and a toilet and a bunk.

Unfortunately for Francis, they kept going.

Block C. There was a chain of flourecent lights down the center hall, but the cells had no lights. They had a toilet, but no bunk. The doors had only a small, barred window.

Guess what? They weren't stopping. They were going to the final level.

They went down two levels of stairs, only to be stopped by two Praesillei Dei guards, who, instead of grey, had on Red, and, instead of the Death's Head....

They had the markings of the old Inquisiton of the Romanov era. The grey-clad guards dropped Francis off and left, and the Inquisition opened the doors and let him in.

It looked fairly peaceful. A cross in the center of the room, over a door, a small desk, and....

Oh, wait, a picture of a person burning at the stake. So much for peacefulness.

They went through the steel door into the next room. There were three doors.

One was marked "Holding cells," the other "Interrogation," the other was marked, as a sick joke, "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here." Francis was led into the holding cell room.

In it was a few incandecent lightbulbs that hung on a string, and cell doors with no bunk and a little hole to shit in, and the doors sealed off all light and sound.

He was thrown into one. It was said that once you entered Cell Block D, you were never let out.

Frankly, this was absolutely true.

No, that had nothing to do with J.B.-Golden Eye. ;)

No, it didn't, actually. Although I do have those around, somewhere.

"Emperor one day, prisoner the next."muttered Francis.

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"my condolances" said Emperor Antonette to Prince John.

By the way, useless knowledge, but Archangel is actually me. I logged in with it here by accident. Didn't realize it, sorry.

Bishop Jacob and Reverend Rainley's plane had landed in Derscon and they had got off the plane to meet their usual greeting parties. Rainley's wife and kids followed, albeit taggedly. Rainley looked tired while Jakob seemed unaffected by the flight. You could see who was the frequent flyer.

They approach the welcoming party with Jacob showing his Jeruselem ID and Rainley his. Diplomats were used to seeing Jacob who was probably the No 1 Frequent Flyer for the Jeruselem while Rainley was the other end.

"Nice to see everyone again! This is the Spokesman for Jeruselem Protestants, Reverend Rainley. We are here for the funeral on her majesty's behalf as well as for our Catholics and Protestants. I assume arrangement for accomodation have been arranged. I'll be doing all the speaking today. The Reverend is not a good traveller as you might notice" the Bishop greeted the Derscon officials.

The Reverend tried to speak but simply lacked the energy as his family finally caught up to him. The Bishop smiled "We ran out of coffee, so he's been suffering quietly badly."

...

<Somewhere in Jeruselem>

The Queen walked into a her private room. There wasn't much in it except a wooden throne and black sword embedded in a black rock. The walls were covered in Hebrew and Latin. The sword was Black Obsidan cast from the fires of hell and could slay at the first drop of blood.

She felt much better after some treatment for the cold and was on the mend. Only members of the Davidian Order, descendants of David converted to Catholism, were allowed in this room. They were there to fight the Masons, their eternal enemy.

She pulled the sword out of the stone and gave it a polish. One day she would have to use this to finally slay the false prophet and cast him back into the brimstone. The time was close as the Masons were making their moves. As High Priestess, she had a heavy burden.

Major (Inquisitor) Janus walked in and shut the door. "If it isn't our undercover Mason, any news on the new front?" she asked while putting the sword back in the stone. "I hear on the grapevine Francis I has been arrested in Derscon from secret sources. We have a new Ridgian Emperor and King of Burgundy." Janus reported.

She sighed "Both Masons ... nothing changes Janus". He nodded. "Watch the Ridgian News, we expect the usual scandal and coverups. These Aryan Catholics are very hard to trust at time." she yawned and sat down on the throne.

"I must leave to deal with some Calvinists" he bowed and left her to have rest.

The Ridgian government broadcast a message on International television.

"The Ridgian government has succesfully overthrown the flase ruler, Francis I. The new ruler is Catholic, as the other was a masonic pretender. Archbishop Hughes has crowed the new ruler. The new ruler is Emperor John Antonette. He is now emperor of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy. Im promise you, all masons are being killed. Any new ones found will be killed. The Ridgian people are sick and tired of the masons. Emperor Antonette has pledged to fight masonry throughout his reign. God Bless Cherry Ridge, God Bless Greater Prussia, and God Bless Burgundy."

The Ridgian government broadcast a message on International television.

"The Ridgian government has succesfully overthrown the flase ruler, Francis I. The new ruler is Catholic, as the other was a masonic pretender. Archbishop Hughes has crowed the new ruler. The new ruler is Emperor John Antonette. He is now emperor of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy. Im promise you, all masons are being killed. Any new ones found will be killed. The Ridgian people are sick and tired of the masons. Emperor Antonette has pledged to fight masonry throughout his reign. God Bless Cherry Ridge, God Bless Greater Prussia, and God Bless Burgundy."

Back at the Executive Office on Corneliuan Prime, President Server heard the news. He immediately decided to go on international TV! When he arrived, the press was waiting.

"People of the world. A genocide is taking place in Cherry Ridge. As a tolerant nation, we will not stand for this. I have issued orders to the military on Earth to head towards Cherry Ridge to put an end to this disgrace. Their citizens must be left alone. I do not care if they are catholic, protestant, presbyterian, muslim, jews, or orthodox. They have rights just like any other human. I am issueing a challenge to Cherry Ridge. Stop the genocide NOW or face repercussions."

When the President Concluded his speech, he sent word to his State Secretary who is in Derscon about what is going on. Sheridan wasn't all to happy when he received the news.

Back at Thomasville Naval Base, the Corneliuan 1st Naval Fleet begins to depart towards Cherry Ridge.

ooc- Antonette is now in the same room as Sheridan so, if he got the word, Antonette would have heard.


ic-
Antonette jumped up. He said to Sheridan,
"Your president is a foolish man. Does he not know you are in a nation of one of my closest allies? Derscon and Cherry Ridge are both Greater Prussian." Antonette smiled. "I suggest that you tell your president to stand down. I am certainly within my rights. I have a right to protect my people, don't I?" Antonette grinned and looked at Prince John.

"John, I suggest that we have this man arrested."

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Back in Cherry Ridge

The military was placed on Defcon 5. Airpatrols flew over the cities. A message was sent to Corneliu,

You will be intrested in knowing that Derscon is one of our greatest allies. You Secratary of State is in Derscon. Think Wisely

ooc- Antonette is now in the same room as Sheridan so, if he got the word, Antonette would have heard.


ic-
Antonette jumped up. He said to Sheridan,
"Your president is a foolish man. Does he not know you are in a nation of one of my closest allies? Derscon and Cherry Ridge are both Greater Prussian." Antonette smiled. "I suggest that you tell your president to stand down. I am certainly within my rights. I have a right to protect my people, don't I?" Antonette grinned and looked at Prince John.

"John, I suggest that we have this man arrested."

"Do you also know that Derscon is an ally of Corneliu too Antonette? As for me telling my President to stand down, NO I will not. We abhore genocide. Stop it. There are better ways to protect your populace." He smiled an evil grin. "As for arresting me, I have diplomatic immunity and if he does arrest me, the political repercussions would not be pretty. Besides, I had nothing to do with this so why arrest someone who had nothing to do with a Presidential Decision?"

Back in Cherry Ridge

The military was placed on Defcon 5. Airpatrols flew over the cities. A message was sent to Corneliu,

You will be intrested in knowing that Derscon is one of our greatest allies. You Secratary of State is in Derscon. Think Wisely

Response From President Server:

We are allies of Derscon as well. It is you who better think wisely.

:gundge: wow theres a little green dude that has the bio gunk gun from unreal tourny

Responce to President of Corneliu
We are of the same empire as Derscon. Greater Prussia. I am allowed to ban masonry, as they are a militia in Cherry Ridge, against the government, not as you know them. There are better methods than war. I suggest that we use them. We do not wish for war, as it is the Czars funeral.


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Back in the Star office...
Emperor Antonette shot Prince John a quick,
Tell them the truth before I do look.

:gundge: wow theres a little green dude that has the bio gunk gun from unreal tourny
ooc- dont hijack the thread.

Responce to President of Corneliu
We are of the same empire as Derscon. Greater Prussia.
I am allowed to ban masonry, as they are a militia in Cherry Ridge,
against the government, not as you know them.
There are better methods than war.
I suggest that we use them.
We do not wish for war, as it is the Czars funeral.

Response

Yes Let us use the resources to avoid war.

Server

After the funeral and the new Czars corronation, I hope we can meet. Let us get done with this first.

After the funeral and the new Czars corronation,
I hope we can meet. Let us get done with this first.

Agreed

The Prince looked at the two.

"Calm down! Now Antonette, listen here." The Prince was very firm in his voice, and slightly preturbed. "I abhore genocide. I don't care if their catholics, masons, or satanists -- they are still human beings. I demand you stop it at ONCE! Do not make me take my own actions against you." He stood up.

"As you may well know, Masonry is illegal in Cherry Ridge. Francis I is a mason, and was placed under arrest by my Guard. I would also like to inform you that Derscon does not honour international law -- that includes diplomatic immunity. However, I shall not arrest anyone. I anything, Antonette, I should arrest you for war crimes! Now if you'll excuse me, I have a call to make." The Prince walks over to the phone and dials President Server.

President Server, this is Prince John Rekjyavich of Derscon. You knew
my father, Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III. Unfortunately, he has died this
past weekend, and we are currently making arrangements for his funeral.
Anyways, I am calling to ask you to have your troops stand down against
Cherry Ridge. While Corneliu is most definitely Derscon's closest ally we will
ever have, Cherry Ridge is a loyal member of the Greater Prussian Empire,
which I am the Arch Chancellor at the moment. I do not wish to be caught
in the middle of things AGAIN. I ask you, ally to ally, friend to friend, stand
your troops down, and either come over and talk about it, or grant your
Defence minister the power to discuss this.

Not is not the time to be warring, my friend.

He hangs on the line, waiting for Server to respond.

President Server, this is Prince John Rekjyavich of Derscon. You knew
my father, Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III. Unfortunately, he has died this
past weekend, and we are currently making arrangements for his funeral.
Anyways, I am calling to ask you to have your troops stand down against
Cherry Ridge. While Corneliu is most definitely Derscon's closest ally we will
ever have, Cherry Ridge is a loyal member of the Greater Prussian Empire,
which I am the Arch Chancellor at the moment. I do not wish to be caught
in the middle of things AGAIN. I ask you, ally to ally, friend to friend, stand
your troops down, and either come over and talk about it, or grant your
Defence minister the power to discuss this.

Not is not the time to be warring, my friend.

He hangs on the line, waiting for Server to respond.

Back at the Executive Office, President Server received the messege. He called in his Defense Minister to confer!

"We could use this opportunity to establish contact. Think we could use the Admiral on board as an envoy?"

"Yes sir we could. He is fully capable to do so. He's one of our best Colonial Admirals we have."

"Very well. I want you to look at this." He handed him the messege that was given to him.

The Defense Secretary looked it over and nodded. "Yes let us make contact using our Admiral in charge. This should calm fears."

"In the meantime, I'll have Sheridan talk to these people till I get there."

"But sir! Our current operations?"

"Will be ok!"

"Yes sir." He left to issue the new orders to the Colonial 1st Fleet as Server picks up to respond.

To Prince John
From President James Server

The fleet that is now moving towards Cherry Ridge will stand down.
However, we have given them new orders to open up talks with them.
Its about time that we introduce ourselves and now seems
the perfect time to do so.
As for me coming over there, I shall be on my way to help in negiotiations.
In the meantime, I charge Secretary of State Sheridan,
who is already there, to enter into talks till I arrive.
Since it appears that I'll be arriving before the funural, I shall attend it.
You also have my deepest condolences on the loss of your father.

"This will not stand well. IF diplomatics fail, do not use force, or the Royal Prussian Navy WILL intervene. While Derscon is my ally too, I serve the Empire as Grand Admiral, and such an attack on the Empire will not stand well. Please see to it that force is averted.

Out on the open sea, Admiral Matric was busy preparing a battleplan when his communications officer walked in. He looked to notice that the comm officer was handing him a communique. He took it, nodded, and opened it up.

"Well this has gotten more interesting." He stated. "Stand down DEFCON 3 alert and prepare the ship for diplomacy. Instead of fighting Cherry Ridge, we're going to open up talks with them instead."

"That's odd." His XO stated. "Well, such is the nature of politics." He left to carry out the orders.

On the shuttle platform, President James Server gave last minute instructions to his Vice President. After he left, he boarded the shuttle and it departed for the the Presidential Cruiser Liberty 1!

Within minutes of boarding, the ship departed with its escorts of destroyers towards Earth and his talks with the new Dersconi Leader.

John Antonette slammed his fist down on the table. His cell phone rang. It was his secratary of war, William Halsey.

"John, what the hell is going on? You overthrow Francis, and immediatly almost get us in war? Now oyu listen to me closly John, and you listen good. The people over here in Cherry Ridge are OUTRAGED! Your not gonna last long in Cherry Ridge."

"What the hell do you want me to do?"

"Your young John. Your also a good military officer.Abdicate"

"Your lucky I don't have you arrested for treason William. You are very lucky. But, your right. I want the best for the Ridgian people, not power."

"Good John. You were never corronated, thank God that didn't leak out."

He hung up. He told everything that happened to the people in the room. Halsey was crowned king of Cherry Ridge by Archbishop Hughes, with Antonette becoming secratary of war.
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Burgundian Radio Message takingover all TVs and radios in Burgundy can be reached internationally by tuning to Burgundian Givernment Broadcasting.

Today, Count Antonette abdicated in favour of Fleet Admiral William Halsey. Count Antonette will become Secratary of War, with HAlsey becoming King of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy. Antonette said he abdicated because 'I don't want Cherry Ridge to go to war. I am not in it for power, but for the Ridgian people. I don't want them harmed. Effective immediatly, William Halsey is King of CR and Burgundy. He has been crowned by the archbishop and blessed by the Pope. God Bless.


ooc- Wow, fast secession of leaders there.

On board his flag, the Admiral sent out his messege to Cherry Ridge.

"To the Government of Cherry Ridge
From Admiral Nimitz (OOC: Your not the only one that can pull out WWII Admirals! LOL)

As Admiral of the Colonial Navy! I have been tasked with opening up Diplomatic relations with you. I know that our two nations nearly went to war but now the forces have stood down and my new orders are to make contact with you. Hopefully we can put the past incident behind us and get on the proper Diplomatic Footing!"

Count Antonette can fly out to your ship. William Halsey, the new king, will fly out to Derscon. When he arrives, Antonette can leave for your ship..

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To Dersconi Airport[/i[
This is [i]Burgundy One, requesting permission to land.



ooc- Corneliu, I think negotiations should be in a seperate thread.

Count Antonette can fly out to your ship.
William Halsey, the new king, will fly out to Derscon.
When he arrives, Antonette can leave for your ship..

We look forward to their arrival.
We would like to have your arrival ceremony protocals
so we can welcome them aboard as they deserve
or would you like it that we welcome them aboard in our
own way?


ooc- Corneliu, I think negotiations should be in a seperate thread.

OOC: If you it in a seperate thread then that is fine by me.

As Halseys plane approached Derscon shores, a fireball erupted. A wing went flying and hit the sea. The other wing disintegrated in midair. The plane fell nose first, like a missle as it slammed into ocean surface. A huge splash was seen for a brief moment. The plane, because of its speed, went like a bullet to the bottom, and never came up.
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Antonettes cell phone rang. He answered. His face turned pale. He hung up and announced,

"I guess I am Emperor of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy again."

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CR GOVERNMENT UPDATE

"Earlier today, King William Halseys planes was blown up over Dersconi Waters. It is assumed that Free Masons, working Pax Maria terrorists, planted the bomb. The emperor is now again John Antonette. He is also now king of burgundy.God Bless"



Corneliu-
Emperor Antonette can meet for talks after the Czars corronation.




ooc-
I PROMISE, this is the last ruler change. The ruler WILL stay John Antonette.

Antonettes cell phone rang. He answered. His face turned pale. He hung up and announced,

"I guess I am Emperor of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy again."

Sheridan looked over at him. "I'm getting tired of keeping track who is incharge of your country dear sir. I hope there isn't any type of political instability.

Corneliu-
Emperor Antonette can meet for talks after the Czars corronation.

We look forward to it.

ooc-
I PROMISE, this is the last ruler change. The ruler WILL stay John Antonette.

Please before I crack out my ruler's scorecard.

"Wow, that's weird." the Shogun said, blinking in shock. "They better get their government together."

Reverend Rainley was reading the local Derscon news with confusion. Francis was thrown into gaol for being a Mason, and Count John Antonette become Emperor. The next day, we lost to Admiral Willian Halsey and he was blown up by terrorists, so Antonette was Emperor again.

He rang up Bishop Jacob is his room. "What's going on with Cherry Ridge? Two leadership changes in two days! and Masons growing on trees?" he asked the Bishop. The Bishop laughed "It's Cherry Ridge. Maybe you would prefer a Queen of Burgundy instead some unstable King who got this position by default?". The Reverend calmed down "We are lucky our nation isn't like Cherry Ridge. Her majesty is a little more respected than some other leaders and our Inquisition is a little too effective at times.".

"You go chat the new Emperor of Cherry Ridge and King of Burgundy, unless someone kills him or throws him in gaol. Say hello the new Czar of Derscon as well and maybe some of others too. I'll do the background work for funeral preparations" the Bishop replied. The Reverend blinked "You're pulling the strings? I though so". "You get the publicity and I do the work. That's the deal. I've met everyone already so it's your turn." the Bishop teased him. "Not a problem. I need a holiday, Jacob" and Rainley put the phone down.

"OK, kids. It's time to go to Church" she shouted.

OOC: Sorry for the lack of responce, my internet was down for a few days. :(

Also, Jeruselem, I think you underestimate the power of the government. At this point in time, Francis' capture is unknown. But no biggie. We'll say you got it from a tabloid. ;)
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Star Office

The Prince sighed. "Antonette, you need to get your act together. If worse comes to worse, I'll be forced to declare Martial Law in Cherry Ridge for your own defense." Prince John, unlike his father, was more keen on actually using his position rather than just having a fancy title. Then again, he wasn't going to be crowned, so it didn't matter. The phone rang, and the Prince picked it up.

"Hello?" He listened for a bit and his face lit up. "Thank you, God Bless." He hung up and turned to the crowd. "As you know, I will not be Czar of Derscon and Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia, as I do not wish to be. Instead, my younger brother will be taking it. He suffered some injuries, but recovered, and he should be arriving in this office in about three minutes." Three minutes passed, and Crown Prince Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov walked in.

"Hello, all!" he said. "I entrust my brother handled things well. Sorry for the delay; I found out that I'm allergic to bullets." He smiled and walked down onto a couch and was briefed by his brother, and Alexei stared at Antonette.

"Well, thank you for ridding of Francis, he was too much of an asskisser to be liked, I thought, but for the Lord's sake, get your act together! First you're king, then you're not, the king dies, and now you're king again!" He shakes his head. "Seems like God wants you to be king, eh?" He smiled and turned to Sheridan.

"I'm sorry, you must be the Corneliuan Defence Minister. I'm Prince Alexei." He shook his hand and sighed. "Now, can we please get back on topic? The funeral procession is supposed to be two days from now, and we don't have a plan."

OOC: Sorry for the lack of responce, my internet was down for a few days. :(

Also, Jeruselem, I think you underestimate the power of the government. At this point in time, Francis' capture is unknown. But no biggie. We'll say you got it from a tabloid. ;)
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Star Office

The Prince sighed. "Antonette, you need to get your act together. If worse comes to worse, I'll be forced to declare Martial Law in Cherry Ridge for your own defense." Prince John, unlike his father, was more keen on actually using his position rather than just having a fancy title. Then again, he wasn't going to be crowned, so it didn't matter. The phone rang, and the Prince picked it up.

"Hello?" He listened for a bit and his face lit up. "Thank you, God Bless." He hung up and turned to the crowd. "As you know, I will not be Czar of Derscon and Arch Chancellor of Greater Prussia, as I do not wish to be. Instead, my younger brother will be taking it. He suffered some injuries, but recovered, and he should be arriving in this office in about three minutes." Three minutes passed, and Crown Prince Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov walked in.

"Hello, all!" he said. "I entrust my brother handled things well. Sorry for the delay; I found out that I'm allergic to bullets." He smiled and walked down onto a couch and was briefed by his brother, and Alexei stared at Antonette.

"Well, thank you for ridding of Francis, he was too much of an asskisser to be liked, I thought, but for the Lord's sake, get your act together! First you're king, then you're not, the king dies, and now you're king again!" He shakes his head. "Seems like God wants you to be king, eh?" He smiled and turned to Sheridan.

"I'm sorry, you must be the Corneliuan Defence Minister. I'm Prince Alexei." He shook his hand and sighed. "Now, can we please get back on topic? The funeral procession is supposed to be two days from now, and we don't have a plan."

"I am!" He stated as he shook his hand. "Secretary of Defence Sheridan at your service. The President will be arriving shortly."

As the meeting was going on, the Corneliuan Escorts plus the Presidential Cruiser popped out of hyperspace near earth orbit. A group of 6 figthers escorted a shuttle as it launched from the ship.

"This is Presidential Escort with the shuttle requesting landing clearence."

Permission Granted

*time warp*

Server was escorted into the Star Office by two Praetorian Guardsmen, and both Prince's stood up to greet him.

"So, you're the man my father talked about?" Prince John said. "I'm honoured to finally meet you."

"As am I," Prince Alexei said, still sitting, as his leg wasn't working properly yet. "Please, sit. It seems, though, if you came to resolve the crisis, you're either just in time, or late, I don't know which."

Permission Granted

*time warp*

Server was escorted into the Star Office by two Praetorian Guardsmen, and both Prince's stood up to greet him.

"So, you're the man my father talked about?" Prince John said. "I'm honoured to finally meet you."

"As am I," Prince Alexei said, still sitting, as his leg wasn't working properly yet. "Please, sit. It seems, though, if you came to resolve the crisis, you're either just in time, or late, I don't know which."

"Probably just in time" Server replied. "He turned to Secretary Sheridan. "You did fine job my friend. I would like you to stay here with me and attend the funural and whatever comes next."

"Very well Mr. President. I do the best job I can."

"Yes you do." He turned back to his hosts. "I am honored to meet both of you. Shall we talk about what is up coming?"

Reverend Rainley and family were attending a local Protestant church as visitors. Protestant Churches in Derscon were a little bigger than home, but he rather expected that. After the service an old man walked up to Rainley "I've seen you on TV before, you're that Rainley character?".

"Err, yes I'am Rainley. Everyone seems to know who I am even school children in Jewish schools" he replied. The old man introduced himself "I'm Schimel Heinen. I was an associate of your uncle during the Jeruselem civil wars and fought alongside him. I have to tell you something ...". Rainley looked puzzled "My uncle was a proud fighter for Protestants during the civil war like my father was. We lost but that's now history I guess". The old man looked serious "Well, you won't like what I'm going to say. You uncle worked for the Nazis to pull the Protestants to help them win so they could kill off all the Jews. It's all in this diary which I found in a box of junk." and handed over the diary.

The diary had the German Swastika on it and the contents were all in German. A few photos of his uncle in SS uniform were found. Rainley was stunned as he though his uncle was a Christian but never talked about his time in Germany. The old man give him a Nazi ring and said "this is his too".

Rainley sat down looked at the evidence. The old man apologised "I had to tell you the truth. Your father was duped into helping the Nazis by your uncle. Oh yes, the Inquisition probably knew this and would have used your uncle against you".

Rainley knew his uncle's bad memory was now selective memory and his life was a lie.

... <later that day> ...

Bishop Jacob handed Rainley a pile of documents. "Derscon etiquette in summary for all occasions, but just read the one about state funerals for now" he said to Rainley. Rainley looked at the pile and wondered how the Bishop worked all this stuff out. At least he would be distracted from what he learnt today. "Thanks Bishop" he replied and put the papers down temporarilly.

"You look distracted. Anything troubling you?" noted the Bishop. "Just the usual family hassles" he tried to look normal. "You're hiding something. I can read you like book" the Bishop smiled.

As was custom, an MSS agent sitting in the church who was shadowing Reverend Rainley glanced over the room and he saw the exchange of Nazi material -- he got a glimpse of the swastika. He signaled for the other agent to continue shadowing the Reverend when Rainley left, and the MSS agent approached the old man.

"Excuse me, but I noticed those were Nazi items. Could you please follow me, sir?" He led the old man to a black SUV and put him in the back seat. Two Dersconi SS Officers were sitting beside the old man.

"Greetings, old man," the MSS agent told the old man in the back seat. "As you know, Nazism is illegal in Derscon. You are under arrest." The SS officers strapped the old man to the seat with hand cuffs and they drove off to the address of Two Dzerzhinsky Square, the headquarters of the MSS.
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Star Office

The Princes sat back down and nodded. "I guess so. I entrust you an Antonette can settle this little problem yourselves. Otherwise, I'll intervene, but now's not the time." Alexei looked up to speak.

"Well, the parade will start in nearby Moskva, where my father grew up, and come through to Kremlin Cathedral, across the street. The service will be held there, and then at sundown he'll be buried in the catacombs under Andropov Tower." Andropov Tower, the tallest structure in Derscon, reaching one hundred and fifty stories, the giant oblisk was the geological center of all of Derscon, and the home to the burial grounds of all past Czars, excluding the Romanov family, who were disavowed and exiled from Derscon.

"Afterwards, exactly seventy-two hours from the reclosing of the catacomb chambers," Prince John Rekjyavich continued, "my brother here will be crowned Czar. I do hope you all attend the coronation.

"President Server, do you have a military division of sorts you'd like to march in the procession? If not, I say we're about done here."

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The Princes sat back down and nodded. "I guess so. I entrust you an Antonette can settle this little problem yourselves. Otherwise, I'll intervene, but now's not the time." Alexei looked up to speak.

"Oh we'll settle it peacefully. That is a given. We don't want a war. Peace is the better way to go.

"Well, the parade will start in nearby Moskva, where my father grew up, and come through to Kremlin Cathedral, across the street. The service will be held there, and then at sundown he'll be buried in the catacombs under Andropov Tower." Andropov Tower, the tallest structure in Derscon, reaching one hundred and fifty stories, the giant oblisk was the geological center of all of Derscon, and the home to the burial grounds of all past Czars, excluding the Romanov family, who were disavowed and exiled from Derscon.

"Afterwards, exactly seventy-two hours from the reclosing of the catacomb chambers," Prince John Rekjyavich continued, "my brother here will be crowned Czar. I do hope you all attend the coronation.

"President Server, do you have a military division of sorts you'd like to march in the procession? If not, I say we're about done here."

"Yes we have a military division on board the ships. I can have them moved down here in full dress uniform to march in the parade."

Bishop Jacob was speaking to a Derscon Catholic priest in a small church. "So you here for a visit, Bishop?" the priest asked.

"Apart from the funeral we all know of, yes. Just checking the state of Catholic Church here. It looks healthy enough, but we need more work as always" he replied.

"So why are in this little hovel of Church, we're not exactly worthy of visit from the Bishop from Jeruselem." the priest sighed.

"Well, we're looking for brother-Churches for Jeruselem. Partners in Catholism in other countries, so churches like this don't feel alone." Jacob smiled.

The priest brightened up "We'll sign up as well need some more visitors to our hovel and pointed to the state of the church. And maybe more money"

"Well, you have to ask first but things take time. Say, know anything about the Church next door? They don't have manners." Jacob asked.

"Oh them, if you want your kids molested go there. At least I get their clients nowaways. The priest is really slimey one, but changes his name every year or so. And the authorities haven't acted yet." the priest grumbled.

Jacob handed the priest a pile of forms and updated his little palm-top. "Fill these out and mail to us as soon as possible. It's a lot but we have to pay for our bureaucracy and make them work. I must go visit an Arch-Bishop now and leave your humble hovel ..."

OOC: So, Jeruselem, you think that just because I'm a Protestant nation I have priests that molest children? What the heck is your problem? Everyone in Derscon knows that if they break a law about sexual harrassment they're never seen again.

"Oh we'll settle it peacefully. That is a given. We don't want a war. Peace is the better way to go.

Prince John nodded. "That's good."

"Yes we have a military division on board the ships. I can have them moved down here in full dress uniform to march in the parade."

Alexei smiled. "Thank you."

Prince John nodded. "That's good."



Alexei smiled. "Thank you."

"I'll have them brought down now if you like. They are very the best marchers and they are the best trained because they are my elite division so they better be the best trained." He stated with a chuckle.

"I'll have them brought down now if you like. They are very the best marchers and they are the best trained because they are my elite division so they better be the best trained." He stated with a chuckle.

Alexei chuckled. "Indeed. After all, the only real purpose for royal or Presidential Guards is for -- dicksize contests." Alexei grinned and filled up a glass with root beer.

"Ah, how rude of me. Would you like a drink, Mr. President?"

Alexei chuckled. "Indeed. After all, the only real purpose for royal or Presidential Guards is for -- dicksize contests." Alexei grinned and filled up a glass with root beer.

"Ah, how rude of me. Would you like a drink, Mr. President?"

The best wine you have my dear friend.

The best wine you have my dear friend.

Prince John bows. "Thank you. Anyways, I'd say that about settles it, no? If yes, I can have you shown your rooms. If no, speak now, or forever hold your peace, because I don't feel like being criticized on our conduction of my father's funeral."

OOC: So, Jeruselem, you think that just because I'm a Protestant nation I have priests that molest children? What the heck is your problem? Everyone in Derscon knows that if they break a law about sexual harrassment they're never seen again.

OOC

No, both priests are aren't to friendly with each other and want each other's churches closed down. I was going to follow up. Sorry about that.

Can you please name the Arch-Bishop and head of Protestants for me?

IC

Jacob was getting back to his car when a priest from the "other" church ran towards him. "Bishop, Bishop!" he shouted. Jacob turned around. The priest apologised "I'm Father David James. I thought you were that priest across the road. We don't have good relations and he calls me a pedophile. My brother was a ped, it wasn't me so he thinks I'm the ped. I do apologise!"

Jacob looked at him "So, it's a turf war between Catholics. You should know better than fan the flames. How about explain that to him?".

"He won't talk to me. He spreads this thing I'm ped. Can you help? I've got PR problem but the Church knows I'm innocent because I haven't been arrested yet. My brother looks like me too, which doesn't help so it's kind of like mistaken identity" he pleaded.

Jacob said "OK, I'll tell the Arch-Bishop to organise some mediation between you two. I don't want Catholics fighting especially priests."

The priest thanked him "My Church's name is mud at the moment. I really need the help. That Father Jim Smith is hard man and sometimes put ideas into his own head."

<Later>

Bishop Jacob greeted a Catholic Arch-Bishop of Derscon. "Good morning, your excellency. Your nation is indeed a pious one. I've been doing a tour of the local Catholic Churches and the church is a good state. God will be pleased although I suspect some infighting happens for recruitment of the Catholic flock. And this might be of interest to you" and he handed the Bishop a dossier with the Papal standard on it. It contained the names of suspected Masonic "Catholics" who had moved around Greater Prussia to avoid being caught in one place. The source was not specified.

...

<Meanwhile>

Reverend Rainley was waiting to talk the head of the Protestant Church in Derscon. He had some things to communicate privately to the head-honcho as he wanted to restructure the Protestant Churches in Jeruselem into a unified movement and needed some help. The "Protestants" in Jeruselem had a bad habit of trying to push their own agendas at the wrong time and this contributed to their participation in the civil war.

Prince John bows. "Thank you. Anyways, I'd say that about settles it, no? If yes, I can have you shown your rooms. If no, speak now, or forever hold your peace, because I don't feel like being criticized on our conduction of my father's funeral."

"I do think that about covers it from my point of view. The soldiers will be coming down shortly. It was a pleasure meeting you Prince John and Prince Alexei."

"Seems like God wants you to be king, eh?"
Antonette smiled, "By the Grace of God." He then got serious.

"I can get a Pipe Band flown in. A naval platoon can march in front of them, and an army platoon behind them. I will lead them myself, since I am here."

"I do think that about covers it from my point of view. The soldiers will be coming down shortly. It was a pleasure meeting you Prince John and Prince Alexei."

The Princes bowed, but only John spoke. "And I am honoured to get the chance to finally meet you, sir." Alexei then spoke up.

"We can provide room and board for the military troops at the RAMC hotel outside the Kremlin walls. If they'd prefer to stay in barracks, though, they can board with the Praesillei Dei divisions around here."

The Princes bowed, but only John spoke. "And I am honoured to get the chance to finally meet you, sir." Alexei then spoke up.

"We can provide room and board for the military troops at the RAMC hotel outside the Kremlin walls. If they'd prefer to stay in barracks, though, they can board with the Praesillei Dei divisions around here."

"The hotel if you please. My troops don't mind barracks but they are away from home so I want them to feel comfortable. Besides, they prefer hotels when away from home." Server said with a chuckle. "When I was that age, I always wanted to sleep in a barracks. Even more so when I got married but don't tell my wife that." He cracks up laughing.

The shuttles carrying the troops decended from orbit!

John smiled. "The hotel it is. Now, I believe we are done here. The Honour Guards will show you your room."

Ten soldiers in bright red and gold armour, standing at seven feet tall (Basically, HALO Brute Honour Guards), entered, and escorted them to their rooms within the Kremlin.
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The shuttles were directed to an open field designated for the purpose of landing spacecraft, and the troops were taken to RAMC hotel.

John smiled. "The hotel it is. Now, I believe we are done here. The Honour Guards will show you your room."

Ten soldiers in bright red and gold armour, standing at seven feet tall (Basically, HALO Brute Honour Guards), entered, and escorted them to their rooms within the Kremlin.

Server and Sheridan entered their rooms and immediately slanked into beds and collapsed.

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The shuttles were directed to an open field designated for the purpose of landing spacecraft, and the troops were taken to RAMC hotel.

The troops entered the hotel and went to their rooms.

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OOC: This thread has accomplished its goal. The Funeral procession will be a new thread. I will link it here.

Funeral Procession (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=8309097#post8309097post8309097)