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President Mike Kowalski was looking at his bride-to-be in rural Crazed Marines. Her name is Lauren Lutz and their wedding in in a week. A week after that, the good friends of Mike and the former President of Crazed Marines, David Miles, are to be wed the week after. David knew Commander Haase and Queen Stefini from High School, and Mike knew them for they were the leaders of two allied countries. Good friends, they all are, and no doubt they would attend each other's wedding. Mike was surveying his land, his people's land, and wondered what kind of a First Lady Lauren would make, then he remembered how she reacted to him and the other women who had replied to his asking to meet. She had class, and in Crazed Marines, class went a long way. He left, saying, "Must start sending the invitations..."

Wisex Hieghts, Northampton, Imitora

Andrew Lutz, senior, sat in the large leather chair, sipping a cup of coffee. He was reading a copy of the Imitora Military Armchair Comander, the magazine that he was the assistant editor of. His oldest daughter, Holly Lutz, was asleep on the couch. Her house was being fumigated, and she was staying at her parents house till then.

Andrew almost spit his coffee across the room when he heard a scream emit from the kitchen. Like a good Marine, he grabbed his side arm from the table next to his chair. Holly, being head of the ICI, was also up, the smaller Sig copy in her hands, up and ready. It was less than a second later when Elizabeth burst out of the kitchen, beaming. "Lauren's engaged!" she all but screamed, smiling brightly. Andrew and Holly both sighed, letting their pistols fall to thier side. It took a second, but Andrew then caught on.

"Wait, my Lauren?" he asked, starting to smile.

"No dad, the other Lauren Lutz of Imitora who went to Crazed Marines to meet the president," Holly replied, sarcasticly as ever. She sighed, and went back over to the couch, collapsing back into a sleeping position. She wanted to get back to sleep fast, the last thing she wanted right now was another argument on why she wasn't married yet. She was the head of Imitoran Central Intelligence, the last thing she had time for was a family. But they didn't understand that.

Elizabeth was crying now, and Andrew was still all but mute. He too was smiling, speachless that his little girl was finally getting married. "My little Lauren," he said, smiling. "Wait, to we get to meet this guy?"

Elizabeth nodded. "Yeah, they are having a ball, Lauren wants us to go." Even if she didn't want them to go, they still would. "Holly?" she asked, the question stated in her tone.

"Sorry mom, got work. I'll try to be there for the wedding. We're about to start a war mom, I need to be at the office," she said, not looking up. She pulled herself more into a ball, upset that she had just ended a long term relationship that had so much potential.

"We gotta get ready," Andrew said, heading to the bedroom to get his bags packed. "You think Lauren would want us to bring her car?"

Elizabeth sighed. "I doub't she'll care hun. Shes getting married to a President of a major power, I don't think she really cares about the TA."
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INH 345, Northbound

The black ///M3 split the gap between the two 18 wheelers, the turbo charger wailing as it slid past the 125 mark. Less then a car length behind him, swerving out into the median, was a red 330ci, with a wail coming from under the hood, an obvious supercharger. As the black ///M3 pulled out into an open lane, the 330ci pulled next to it. As if by mental link, they both hit the gas at the same time, and took off. The 330 held for less than a second, before the black ///M started walking away with little effort. The driver let off at near 160mph, a good six car lengths away from the red 330.

The driver of the black ///M3 was Robert Fortier. He was the essential Imitoran, rich, powerful, smart, and loved having fun. He was still doing 160 when his cell phone rang. Without taking his eyes of the road, he picked up the blue tooth earpiece, slid it on his right ear, and hit the 'talk' button. "Fortier here."

The conversation was brief, and Fortier began letting off more. The red 330ci had caught up by now, and Fortier was only goin 90. Still 20 over the limit, but that was common. 90 was the new 70. He hit the nearest exit ramp, engine braking down to speed, and pulling into a parking lot. He left the car running for a few seconds, allowing the turbo to cool, befor shutting off the car. The driver of the red car pulled up next to him, and a slightly younger looking male stepped out. He tossed Fortier a rolled up wad of cash. "Christ dude, you pulled away from me at 100 like I was standing still. That thing is fast."

Robert laughed. The other guy was Andrew Lutz, Jr. "Yeah, she is," he chuckled. "So you goin to the wedding?" he asked. Andrew replied with a confused look. "Your sister bro."

"Oh yeah, that. Yeah, I'll make the wedding. I'm sure Holly's none to happy about this." He laughed.

"Well, Fratelli wants me to go to the ball that Kowalski is throwing. Your mom and dad are cool and all, but she wants a real diplomat going, ya know?"

Andrew nodded. "So I guess I'm holding it down while your gone?"

Robert nodded. "Yeah man. I'll keep you updated. Peace," he finished, sliding into his car.
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Crazed Marines

Lauren was beaming, looking at dresses for the ball. She was torn between a tastefull cocktail dress that was sexy, yet classy, and a more conservative prom style ball gown. She looked over the two dresses, trying to figure which was best. She was glad that she'd be able to finally see her parents again, and maybe Holly and Andrew.

She looked over the dresses, sighing. She never knew being a future first lady would be this tough. Of course, this was hardly tough. She sighed again, this time happily. She had never been one to believe in love at first sight, but with Mike, it was different. He was smart, funny, and handsome. A real keeper, her friends would say. She finally decided on the prom style gown, and began thinking of who she would be inviting to the wedding.

*bump/tag; waiting for CM to post before posting*

OOC: sorry for the delay...had one hell of a weekend (ROTC drill meet-we won- and family. Then I have had to study for a big Calculus test that's tomorrow)
IC:
Mike walked into his office and wrote down some names to send the invitations to. After ten minutes, a half-page sized sheet was finised and he sent the list to his aide along with some laws of CM concerning things like weaponry, security, and duels. They were to be sent out at noon.


OOC: This is everyone who's been invited cue to enter in.

"My Lady?" A servant entered the room, carrying the mail.
"Ah, yes. Put it on my desk, Geofer." Lady Larissa Do'Le'Croxxe said.
Geofer quickly complied and left the room, bowing.
Larissa looked over the mail.
Petitions, reports...it never ends! Oh...wait a moment. An invitation? To a wedding, no less. Kasandral and I shall go then...

Larissa picked up her phone, dialing the number for Kasandral's suite.
"Dear? It would seem that there is to be a wedding in Crazed Marines. You and I shall go. Besides, I am sure that your beloved Michael shall be there."
"Very well, Aunt. I shall be ready to leave within the hour."
"Thank you, Kasandral. I will meet you at the shuttle port. CM has sent a shuttle for us there."
Larissa hung up the phone and set to the task of getting ready...
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Several hours later, Kasandral and Larissa entered the shuttle. The two could not have been more different.

Kasandral, with her shoulder-length black hair, which was put up into a neat pony-tail, was shorter than her aunt, and slimmer.
Lady Do'Le'Croxxe, on the other hand, had her short brown-gray hair put up in a tight bun, and was nearly six feet tall. At the age of 48, she was much older than Kasandral, who was 19.

The two sat down in the shuttle, which promtly shot up to space...

OOC: Gonna wait for CM to post a description of the place before posting their arrival.

The shuttle went past a sphere that is about 300 kilometers in diameter. It looks grey for a while, until the armor became translucent. They then saw fertile fields similar to that of Alabama. Next came the black sand island of Iwo Jima. Then came HALO Island, a big circle that looked like a Halo and a port recovering from a terror attack two months prior. They then were welcomed into the main port, with President Kowalski there and Mike Miles waiting alongside him. The port was pretty standard, and looking of New Exodus design. Kas remembered some of the histories Mike told her and it was pretty apparent that New Exodus engineers had in fact made this dock.
"Welcome M'Lady, Kasandra." President Kowalski began as Mike went and just hugged Kas.

Lady Do'Le'Croxxe bowed to the President, as Kasandral hugged Mike. Finally, Larissa spoke.
"It is an honor, sir, to attend this event. I thank you for the invitation."

President Kowalski smiled at Lady Do'Le'Croxxe, "This is such a little thing in the eyes of the galaxy. However big it is to me. You have my thanks and gratitude for coming. Inviting you is the least I could to to an ally."

Larrissa smiled. "It is a big thing in our eyes, sir." She looked around. "Have the other guests arrived yet?"

Mike replied, "You two are the first. We hope many others will show. Also, your sleeping arrangements have been made for you to have our house for the week. Dad, Mom, Jenna, and Mlasha are all still at the Academy and will be here in about five days. They also send you their regards and say for you not to worry that they'll stay on the Mothership for the time being. Security will be fairly tight and Dad felt that our house is probably the best defended in the whole country."

It was Kasandral's turn to smile. "Who has been invited, dear? Any word on how long they will be?"

OOC: Can anyone join this thread?

OOC: It's really up to CM, but here's the link to the Invite/OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=390135).

It was Kasandral's turn to smile. "Who has been invited, dear? Any word on how long they will be?"
Mike looked sheepishly, "I really don't know. Give me an hour and I'll get the list for you. I expect it's about twenty people and then some close friends."

Admiral Server (The son of the President) and his wife Erica arrived at the ball. Server was wearing his full Mess Dress Uniform and Erica was wearing the finest ballgown of Red silk.

OOC: The ball starts later. This is the opening RP of it. We have 5 NS days until the ball, so just remember that post.

OOC: Ok! I'll quote it when the ball does start! LOL!!!

IC: They arrive at their destination. They gathered up their belongings and debarked.

OOC2: I know, short but hopefully they were expected :P

*Bump, Bump,Bump-Bump....Bump, Bump-Bump-Bump, Bump!*

OOC: Everything has slumped, so I'm just gonna start the ball now.
IC:
Mike and Lauren enter the ball. Already, the Commandant's Own begins to play soft music. The ballroom is draped in red and gold. All kinds of liquor is behind the bar (list above). They are waiting for the guests to arrive. Mike is in his formal Mess Dress uniform, and Lauren is right beside him. Kowalski just seems as happy as can be.