NationStates Jolt Archive

Isabella Reinhard sat in her office in the Royal Palace, nervously fumbling around with a pen. She was to meet with someone known as "Sir Blaze" from a nation that had contacted her just after her ascension to the throne of the Steward. This would be her first diplomatic meeting since she had become Stewardess, and she certainly did not want to mess it up. Her husband and two sons were already down stairs, awaiting his arrival them selves. Then a voice over the speaker on her desk spoke plainly

"Highness, he has arrived."

She took a deep breath and got up to meet this 'Blaze'

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TO: Imperial majesty Isabella Reinhard
FROM: EXTERNAL ACCOUNT ***********

"Indeed we shall..And may many more diplomatic missions continue"
Blaze of Rastafari

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"Are you sure this is wise...." Murmured one of the head chiefs of military branch of J.L.F
"I mean we do not know anything about her and the country......You forget many our out for your blood as much as they were out for your father's...You are such an influential figure you do know that...?....And losing you would crush J.L.F morale" Said dagger in quite a stern tone.

"Listen.....Noone in history every advanced without taking risks........So don't worry....I believe Jah has bigger plans for me yet...." He said whilst managing a warming smirk in the meantime.

Dagger then simply replied with a nod, conceded in defeat because of Blaze's such hard head.

With that they were off on the charm offensive in Pharamas.

---Friday, airport of Pharamas------

The plane landed across the runway, the leader of the J.L.F inside. Several minutes later after arrival, a black dreaded haired individual emerged from the doorway of the plane. Accompanying him were several Twrokia bodyguards from various secret services.


Upon descending the stairway, Blaze proceeded to be ushered across the designated red carpet and into the elaborate limousine.

My my.....Thought Blaze..... This place is so well organised and vibrant...

Minutes later the limousine took off for the designated target, the imperial palace.

----In the limousine-------

Blaze gazed at the various buildings with impeding amazement, his face struck in awe at the grandness of this place.

"So what is the empress like....?...." Asked Blaze in a positive tone.

"Well...She is as smart as her father ever was. ..And yet has the beauty that dwarves her fathers own" Replied the driver.

"Excellent...."

Soon Blaze would truly know if what he said was true.

===Gates of Imperial palace======

The actual visual image upon arrival of the Imperial building did not disappoint. It bore all the elements of late roman architecture, yet vibrant expansive colours of flags and banners put it in a league of its own.

After checking in at the gate the limousine stopped, the diplomatic findings had begun. Blaze soon emerged, all 6ft 2, emerald green eyes, long shoulder length dread black hair of him. Indeed his russian-korean outlook proved quite a hit with many lady’s, with his typical Russian cheekbones combined with a touch of Asian flavour.

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Isabella Reinhard sat in her office in the Royal Palace, nervously fumbling around with a pen. She was to meet with someone known as "Sir Blaze" from a nation that had contacted her just after her ascension to the throne of the Steward. This would be her first diplomatic meeting since she had become Stewardess, and she certainly did not want to mess it up. Her husband and two sons were already down stairs, awaiting his arrival them selves. Then a voice over the speaker on her desk spoke plainly

"Highness, he has arrived."

She took a deep breath and got up to meet this 'Blaze'

Blaze walked through the elaborate doors, greeted by the bedazzled faces of kids and husbands....?
"So...." shouted Blaze
"Who might you two be.....?"

The man cleared his throat before speaking.

"I'm Erwin Reinhard, Isabella's husband, and these are our sons, Richard and Dustin."

The children gave a polite nod, but remained silent.

"Isabella should be down in a..."

He began, but was cut off. Isabella walked down the stairs, still dressed in her standard military clothes.

"I see our honored guest has arrived. Welcome to Tocrowkia."

She spoke smoothly.

Blaze nodded, his emerald green eyes scanning the room intently as Erwin spoke.

"Please to meet you all....." He said, a warm smirk emerging to try and ease any tensions.

His greeting was cut short from the emergence of the most beautiful of supreme leaders.

His emerald green eyes retained its transfixion on her momentarily, scanning her like an important doctrine report.
"Hello.....Your certainly not what I expected." Another warm smirk emerging as he briefly pushed a loose black dreadlock away from his head.

"This country is most wonderful.....Its vibrancy is like none other"

She smiled warmly.

"Thank you, but how could a country with two plus billion people be anything but vibrant?"

She asserted.

"I believe you've already met Erwin and my children."

She continued.

"A good point indeed.......But though I would love much to debate culture among nations....Alas I think there are perhaps more important discussions to be made..." Blaze responded in a very smooth like tone.

"Is there somewhere in solitude.. away from the glamour we can talk..?"

"Yes, my officer. It is sound proof, and guarded by the elite of the Tocrowkian military."

She replied.

"Acceptable?"

"Hmmm....." Blaze thought methodically.
"Sure it seems fine........Though I have no need for protection so if you do not mind.....Why don't you give them the day off and let them go shopping or something...." Blaze remarked, smirking warmly once more.

"Hmm...very well."

She led him up the stairs and through the glamorously decorated hall ways, and to her private office. She dismissed the guards outside, and opened the door. The office it self seemed almost as big as medium sized house, containing sofas, several wooden chairs, book cases and display boxes. The walls were lined with imported curtains and portraits of past leaders of Tocrowkia. She took a seat behind her desk and nodded toward the seat directly in front of her.

"Please, take a seat."

Blaze followed the leader across the elaborate hallway and into the office. Upon arriving Blaze scanned the room and its rather expansive outlook. He was not impressed, but his manipulation of his facial expressions made out that it did not.

Soon after he took the seat shown to him and sat down, a presence that Isabella would not easily erase from her unique mind.

"So....." Murmured Blaze.
" Let me introduce myself................I am Blaze II and a devout follower of the pillars of Jah.....My heritage is not important to myself....As the world is one big inter-relation..." He paused, his eyes gazing upon Isabella’s own.

She nodded.

"I see. Now then, what do you wish to discuss?"

"Well...As unfortunate as your father's death was........I believed he spawned a new type of person that the J.L.F is looking for.....A free-minded..Untainted..And fairly liberal individual....That of course I believe is yourself...." He paused taking a short breath as he spoke again.

"And after scanning the world for such individuals...I was ultimately led here........" He paused once more.

" Jah's liberation front is based off a free-minded and colour-blind Ideology..It's beliefs are very similar to that of most mainstream religions..Although in saying that I would not call are following a religion............As we do not belief in the creation of religious institutions...rules… and such often attributed with it.........Because is it not hypocritical to stand up for righteous morals of Jah/god while people in places such as the Vatican live in illustrious palaces?.....

Perhaps you would like to comment." He finished.

"Hmm, very interesting point. And yes, I do agree it seems a bit hypocritical. Continue, you have me interested."

She replied.

"Well after years of witnessing atrocities and pains I finally concluded that everything derived from one major cause of problem.....That being the religious/ethnic/moral culture which segregates us all.....

A famous saying sums up what I am trying to say.........Until You is replaced by I...The world will always enter conflict.......This basically means that until everyone is seen as equal and stop defining each other....The world will always be at odds...." He paused, before restarting again...

"And religious institutions seems a prime example of such problems....Broadcasting segregation which can be exploited and used to create problems.....Perhaps you have any input to add."

"While that is a wonderful dream, I doubt it will ever come true. The fact is, it will never happen. There will always be certain people whom view others as inferior. There will always be people whom think them selves ther Master Race or something similar. It's a wonderful idea, but it just won't happen."

She replied.

"Indeed that is perhaps true....But with the right support...It is achievable...Hence the reason for my visit.......You seem a fairly level-headed idealist....And like the king of kings before us....You could perhaps be the one that unites all people....Like the various great kings descended from the tribes of Judah....

I have heard a great number of things about you.....And I have faith you will not dissapoint...." He smiled warmly.

"See I am not begging for money like charities do.......But as we are all brothers and sisters of the world....I never see donations as a donation......"

"United All People? I'm sorry to say that is also impossible, even with the thirty-two million man army of ours."

He chuckled before speaking once more.
"You misunderstood me.....I am not talking about uniting all people in that way...Its more of a gradual process......With several overlapping stages....

...Just as God got bigger and bigger...The same with communism....But by laying the pillars of Jah....You could truly become one of the many true enlightened individuals seen as Jahs physical manifestations....."

"Interesting, but how shall I lay these pillars? Where would I begin if I were to do this?"

"Well my advise would be to return to all things natural.....Or the devolution of all the corruption and bigotry present in the capitalist world.....Of course I am not suggesting instant state regulation similar to Marxism...

However I would first suggest the declassification of Religious hypocrisy.. and instead adopt a more fairer and communal system which involves the spreading of teaching through much more local-community decentralized system...

Teach the real meaning of citizens of a country as one big family...With no bearing on class,culture,race etc..

Perhaps even adopting a more shared system in which the older generation people teach the young and vice versa....Or in which the higher class earning sector teaches the lower-class sector to become higher class...

And in general adopted a more mother-like policy where everyone helps everyone like they were family..This will instil unity among the populace..

When corruption is found..Just reroot the dividends of the corruption to form something good...."

"Very interesting idea...allow me to think them over before I comment on them. Now then, do you wish to discuss something else?"

She asked.

"Yes.....I would also wish to discuss the setting up of funds and camps and general infrastructure for J.L.F in Tocrwkia..."

"Hmmm...I believe we can reach an agreement in this matter."

"Good......Well I propose the organisation sets up two fronts or wings....A military wing....And a political wing.......

Which wing the person shall be implemented into depends on his/her results from various camps and training schemes....

These schemes and camps will gain there members from all types of society and ages...Which shall be decided from various reports from a wide scouting net......

The J.L.F.. will gradually take over as the mainstream religion and following....And with your funding and help....You will be the driving force implementing such reforms etc......" He paused before he spoke again.

"As i think it would be best solidifying a sturdy base of operations before we spread the J.L.F ideals....."

"I am against J.L.F. taking over other Religons in Tocrowkia. I believe everyone should be free to choose their god, and it should not be forced upon them. I cannot support or endorse that part of the plan."

He chuckled once more as he smoothly spoke once more.
"No of course I don't mean taking over as such....I mean just gently removing their support base by the government...Which in time will result in the people deciding which religion is best...And with the right planning...It will be the J.L.F "

"Very well. What funds can I start you off with?"

She replied, now re-assured of this mans intentions.

"What sort of money would you be willing to provide...Or an estimate...." He gently swayed his well-looked after black dreadlocks to the side as he waited.

"How would Two hundred million US be to start you off?"

She asked.

"I believe we cannot put an exact amount....Perhaps we can arrange a breakdown of what goes where and how much of the budget....But I believe we can instantly begin the building of the military wing...Which involves collabaration between the groups chief military advisors and your own....

The political wing will envolve...A much more detail assessment....Also we will need transportation of large herbs and seeds for planting and growing...."

"Done."

She replied simply.

"Exellent...I will instantly arrange the transportation of my advisors as soon as possible......Also in order for this movement to gain any momentum....It would be advisible for someone like yourself to completely convert...Thus it would provide credible energy for the reforms needed....."

"I will...think it over. Now then, with the buisness out of the way, perhaps we can do something more enjoyable. A tour of Pharamas, perhaps?"

She asked.

He smiled warmly..."Sure that seems fine.....On another topic..Whats with all the military ware..Do you not sometimes prefer less elaborate and more of natural clothing?...."

..Dressed in in an light African made brown wollen sweater, the sort with various stipes of black, yellow and green across it. Combined with a light black cloak made out of similar material, and blue hand-made Jeans. Blaze was indeed a figure that aroused the imagination of many. And indeed despite only being 24, his complexion gave the outlook of someone much much older.

"Perhaps I will change before the tour. You can go wait downstairs, I need to finish up some things."

She replied.

"As you wish....." With that he lifted himself up from the seat and turned to go out the door. Once out of the cramped room he strode methodically down the stairs and into the elaborate hallway, in which he proceeded to lean against the wall and wait, his eyes scanning the ongoings of the house.

Isabella emerged from her room around ten minutes later, this time dressed in a plain brown shirt, jeans, and tennis shoes. She had to admit, it felt good being in "civy" clothes. She came down the stairs and smiled at Blaze.

"Ready for the tour?"

"So you have got other clothes..." He chimed sarcastically away as he faintly chuckled away.

"Where too then....?"

She smiled warmly.

"Of course I do. This way."

She led him to a limo waiting outside, and the chauffer began driving them slowly around the City, pointing out areas of interest.

He gazed with amazement at the new country around him, following her finger like a bee flys around honey.

"What places do you prefer....." He whispered in his usual smooth like tone.

"I mean surely there must be some place you would rather get away from it all"

She thought for a moment, wondering if she should tell him. She decided she would, what harm could it do?

"...When I was younger, I used to sneak out and go to alot of the Nightclubs in the city. I still do on occasion."

He chuckled once again, a warm smirk emerging from his facial expression.

"Ah we have a raver on are hands.......And so I presume you have mixed with intoxicating drinks and substances associated with the nightclub scene..."

"Drinks, yes, substances? Never."

She replied firmly, he could tell she was telling him the truth.

"I see....Well if you must take something....I recommend the Herb...." He paused before taking out a small-pre rolled Joint of holy herb (Ganja).

"It is medically good, spiritually good and biblically correct..."

"Umm...no thank you."

She replied, waving her right hand dismissivly.

He paused waiting to hear her out.

"You do not wish for me to smoke it.....For me it helps me think....Sort of like meditation....."

"I thought you wanted me to smoke some?"

She questioned.

"Whatever you want my dear child.." He started at her for a moment as he took a pull, turning away briefly as he breathed out the smoke. Soon he turned his head to face again, his emerald green eyes a beauty in itself.

"Where too next then....?"

"Where ever the driver decides to take us, of course."

She replied, trying not to breath in the smoke.

Seeing her in discomfort at his smoking, he quickly took one last pull and then stamped it out and placing it on the metal ashtry to his side.

"I see.."

He smiled before creeping up next to one of her ears and whispering.

"What do you say we ditch the driver and make are own route..?"

"I don't know...we can't just throw him out, you know? And how do I know you want try to make me smoke some more weed?"

She asked him sarcasticlly.

"Well you know..Your the military expert" He smirked warmly before speaking once more.

"Well each and every one of us get enlightened at different times in our lifetimes..But its a personal experiance which cannot be taken by someone else...They can only direct the person onto the route.."

She sighed.

"Very well"

She went over to the window and spoke with the driver for a moment, and gave him some cash for his services. They went back to the palace and parked. Isabella then led him to the royal garage, which held several fine Cars, some imported. She unlocked the door to a BMW Z1, and jumped in.

"Is this what you wanted?"

She asked.

"My my...What a nice collection you have here" He responded in amazement at all the glittering array of cars.

Seconds later he gazed at Isabella and shook his head

"No no..That spoils the fun....I was thinking of catching a bus.......But now that we are here..We might as well drive...

What would you say if i drove...." He smirked warmly.

"Fine. Just don't wreck my car."

She said, tossing him the keys.

Blaze stuck out his hand and caught the flying keys. Seconds later he jumped into the driving seat and put the key in the ignition. A clean-engine sound was made as the Z1 started up and was reved.

"Ok you ready"

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She nodded and smiled.

"Sure."

He nodded intently, as he jammed on the accelerator and raced through the garages as if it was a formula one race.

As if he were possessed he flew from corner to corner, the sound of squelching tires heard as he drifted and attacked the corners at remarkably fast speeds. Despite not driving often, he had a talent for driving fast.

Isabella simply sat back and enjoyed the ride, she wanted to warn him about voilating traffic laws, but refrained. He was a guest, after all.

Blaze looked at the calm women from the corner of his eyes, chuckling occasionally.

As time passed Blaze eventually left the fast-flowing pace of the city, and soon found himself on a long-winding country road. Once driving on the small road he began to slow down, and finally speak again.

"So...?..You and your father...?....I presume you were close....?" Asked blaze, his eyes fixated on the road as he talked.

"Yes...we were...granted, our postions didn't allow us to spend much time together."

Blaze nodded intently.
"I see...And it must also be hard trying to make a name for yourself as a good leader.......Rather then earning such a nickname of your fathers offspring.....I mean like you I know how it is to live under a shadow of another"

"Yes...so, where are you taking us? Do you even know?"

He chuckled faintly as he continued to drive the car through the calm countryside.
"If you talk about where I am driving you....I was hoping you could enlighten me....And if you were talking about the conversation..I just like to ask questions...?.......Seeing as you are an expert on military....Why don't you show me some of your skills...?..."

She raised her eye brow.

"How so? By guiding you through the road?"

"Whatever you want darling...." Chirped back Blaze.

She spent an hour guiding him through the winding country roads and through the beautiful plains and fields around the city.

"I think we should head back into town now...My husband will be worried..."

She finally spoke out.

"Sure.....And by the next we tour the country again....Hopefully a new era will emerge....."

With that he began to turn the car around and head back to the city.

"Anywhere else you want to see...or just go back to the palace?"

She asked.

"What do you recommend....?"

"Well there is a concert tonight...by the ultra-popular pop slash rock star Jack Levin at Pharamas Stadium tonight in a few hours..."

She mentioned.

"Well there is a concert tonight...by the ultra-popular pop slash rock star Jack Levin at Pharamas Stadium tonight in a few hours..."

She mentioned.
"Hmm....I see...And this Jack...Is he any good in your eyes?" He asked

"I've only heard a few of his songs, But I liked them. And theres the fact that all of his albums sell well over the six hundred million mark in Tocrowkia, so yeah, I would say he is pretty good..."