NationStates Jolt Archive

This thread is now modified. There is going to be some mature and adult situations taking place. Only mature audiances are welcome anymore, regardless of what it previously had said. Not that anyone would read my psuedo-long posts to find out what has been happening, but if parchance you did, then you have been previously warned.

This thread is open to all, but especially to those who have ever met any of the characters from The Dictatorship; whether Eve, Flex, Mathias, or Damon, it does not matter. And if you met Der Fuhrer, then this is supposed to be really meaningful to you. However, not many could say they ever had the oppurtunity.

The objective is the unite people, and finally give them the oppurtunity to meet The Iron Fist of my region. Not many have evered role played with this character. Why? Well, because Der Fuhrer has always been pre-engaged in battle and when not in battle, supposed dead. It is your oppurtunity to meet finally meet Der Fuhrer Dyszel, the most capricious character I play (well maybe next to Eve, that is difficult to tell).

I take pride in playing all my characters; each one is factioned completely different from the other. So I hope that you respect this and take pride in this role play. It took alot of time to create each of my characters because I need to thoroughly think out a good and sound personality to fit each one. For those that role play with me often, you already know this and do not need to be told again.

I hope that you all respect this role play and join it, because you never know what is going to happen with Der Fuhrer around. Moreover, you might learn something that you may have never known before. We will make this interesting, trust me.

Any questions or concerns should be directed through telegram. I do not want to cludder this with OOC comments. So please direct them to me, I will respond as soon as possible. I will allow some OOC comments, but please keep them to a minimum, and if need by, include an IC comment with it.

Thank you, and begin.

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Stadt des Meeres, silently sleeping amid the dark of the night, the faint glow of stars sparkling in the air, reflected off the almost still sea water rolling silently to shore. The moon, luminously shining, laid it's silent light upon the dark Earth's surface. Passive, harmless, silent, the silent city of the sea.

All was silent. No sounds issued through the night, give the light lapping of the sea; no dogs barked, no teenagers screamed, no children giggling, no cars passing.

This was true, throughout the entire city. All except one building, Königreich der Mathiass. The building was awake, alive, contrasting to the entire scene of the rest of the city. Königreich der Mathiass lay on the outskirts of the city, farthest from the sea. The building was massive, quite impressive. It's architecture was old fashioned, equipped with large expensive sculptures of mythological creatures which lay within the large courtyard, and gargoyles of all sorts. The battlements loomed above, not frightening, but rather triggering inspiration. A tall black iron gate surrounded the grounds of the building, with only few enterences. The main enterence was protected by two large gryphons, whose large wings were arched upward.

Within the building, people hurried about cleaning the already well-kept house. Decors of all sorts were being ordered and brought in. People worked endlessly and sleeplessly on preparing the building for something.

While meanwhile, the entire city new nothing of the matter. Some sort of celebration was being prepared for, yet they knew nothing of it; nothing at all.

And so, they went on silently sleeping, only waiting for the next day to come and pass, so they could sleep once again.

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It was still night, the moon gone beneath mountains in the distance, the sparkling stars stilling reflecting off the dark abyss of the outstreched sea.

A knock sounded clear throughout the silent night. The first of the guests arrived. The doors were slowly and silently opened from within. The figure slowly was emerced with a brillant light. The figure moved gracefully forward into the building, as the large doors were silently closed once again.

"Admiral," bowed the butler at the door.

"Is all well and in motion," her songlike voice gently spoke, mellfiluously rolling from her tongue.

"Yes. All is well."

She smiled happily as she hugged him.

Admiral Hunny*Dew was in civilian attire, wearing a long straight, figure-cutting dress of deep violet. Her long dark ravenlike hair, fell in layers beyond her shoulders. Her dark brown eyes remained pools of mystic water as she stared into the face of the butler exictedly.

She gracefully walked across the floor inspecting the building. She was one of the very few who new that Der Fuhrer Dyszel had awaken from her lengthy coma. She danced about at the thought of finally being able to work with her beloved friend again. Her smile was contagious, as the rest of the decorating crew sprouted smiles of pure joy as well.

Hunny*Dew stopped at the top of a the main stairway, moving toward the right wing, and stopping to look at the progress below. She clasped the railing and looked over, with awe spreading across her fine features.

She thought about the changes which could have spawned her beloved leader. They all changed since that incident in the base. She shuttered at the thought of being trapped beneath a beam, but the joy of the event quickly faded away those long memories.

She gracefully glided along overlooking the events.

Hunny*Dew walked down the right wing, gliding along the corridors, her dress looking splendid in the light. She stopped aside a door and gently knocked upon it.

"Come in," spoke a man's voice from inside.

Hunny*Dew opened the door and slid into it. Jovially, "It is just me. Did you send out all the invitations?"

"I did Admiral. Is everything to your satsification," asked the man who's head was bent over papers of all sorts.

"It is! Thank you!"

The man nodded as she slid out of the room again, leaving him to his busy work. She monitored the progress from the top of the stairs once again, smiling happily again.

Information –save the valuable kind- passed slowly on the Super Highway known as WoldNet, but once Eurydian High Command got word of something, action was swift. It had taken a long while for news of the small banquet to drift upwards to the waiting ears, or eyes, of High Command. It was decided immediately that someone should go to represent the Republic. And so, an order was cast back down the ladder, bypassing the rungs that the original invitation had to arduously climb.

The note landed on a desk. The man seated in front of it eyed the piece of paper for a moment with dark eyes, nearly black. He noticed instantly that the paper written on it was unusual for Eurydice. (In fact, finding something written on paper at all would have at least made an eyebrow quiver). He picked up the note and unfolded it carefully. He scanned it with those eyes, and his eyebrows distanced themselves from those icy orbs the further he read.

An invitation to a gathering? The man, Roland, shook his head with disdain. We have fallen upon sad times when a Royal Navy captain is called upon to attend a political meeting. I remember when captains merely served as couriers and bodyguards. Now we are supposed to wield not only our sword, but the silver tongue as well. So be it.

Roland rubbed his face –out of habit, the short stubble he felt was a constant reminder that he still lived in reality- and stood. He was young for a captain, probably no older than 32, but his face was worn and his long strands of straight, brown hair seemed to frame the weariness. He had seen things men only knew of in nightmares. Roland was a Caldonian and therefore served within the Einhelm (Eurydian Army) his required 2 years before joining up with the Royal Navy. Those two years happened to coincide with the darkest times in Eurydian history. He had to shoot civilians who wouldn’t lay down signs of protest. He had to shoot the small children who wouldn’t leave their father’s –or mother’s- grasp when ordered to disperse. Roland had done many things he was ashamed of.

He brushed aside his hair with a casual flick of the hand and left his ready room.

Roland’s ship was in drydock; it had been for some time. The Warseed may have been a fine and well kept ship, but even it had to submit to upgrades. During that time Roland had caught up with the paperwork he needed to do and therefore had spent most of his time in solitude filling reports and requesting certain items: notes from home (for the crew of course), extra foodstuffs, and even perhaps some fine Tarquin Ale.

Now, his short –but seemingly endless- stay at Space Fortress was coming to a close as Roland took his seat in the captain’s chair. A voice called out, that of his loyal 2nd, Lieutenant Winters. “Sir, what are our orders?”

Roland, not much for words or frivolous talk, simply stated the location given to him after reading the note. High Command had been kind enough to send him some directions. He was heading to the home of Der Fuhrer Dyszel.

///Autumn left the protection of her home. She couldn't stand this anymore. Her daughter gone and her mother dead drove her insane. Not to mention Dante who was never heard of again.

She stopped outside of the iron gates and slipped her way in them. She made her way to door and knocked. Some butler opened the door and she smiled weakly at him as she looked around for the Admiral. There was something she had to talk to her about. She would leave...as soon as she found out her question.

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Roland stood at the steps of the hall where the exclusive meeting was being held. He eyed his surroundings with mild interest. The buildings resembled early Graceian styles of architecture; this reminded Roland of home. As he reminisced Roland pulled out a small, dark brown pack -no larger than the palm of his hand- and coolly pulled out cigarette. These had been handmade by Roland himself (He was a member of the .01% of the Republic’s population that felt the urge to smoke) and they had an ancient look to them. He pulled out a lighter and within moments a small trail of smoke wafted up from the cigarette. Roland took a long pull, let the smoke out quickly, and then simply held it loosely in the corners of his mouth.

Roland slowly and methodically made his way up the stairs. He started to hum under his breath. I have that song stuck in my head again. Fucking Mahler. (Gustav Mahler happened to be a hit within the Republic, and it was the composers 2nd symphony, 4th movement which he was drawn to). Roland continued to hum despite his protest; a slight smile crept across his lips. Roland wasn’t much for getting upset over stupid things, so he just let himself be.

In the end, Roland turned it into a game for himself. As he put the final stairstep behind him he smiled triumphantly. He had managed to sync up the movement of his feet with the tempo of the song stuck in his head. Roland had stepped onto flat ground again just as the final tone was released in his head. At almost the same time the large doors burst open, welcoming Roland in. He wasn’t really startled, nothing startled him these days, but he did take note to make sure none of the “door openers” looked suspicious. After he was satisfied with himself, Roland stepped into the hall.

Admiral Hunny*Dew amid her wandering nearly ran smack into Autumn, who was now looking very weary and concerned. Hunny*Dew's jovial personality slipped almost in an instant into a serious concern.

The last time she had seen Autumn was before loading into the helicopters on the way from Whitecastle to European Free States. And then, neither Autumn nor herself were in a functional state.

In a sympathic concern, "Autumn, is there something wrong? What brings you here?"

She lightly slipped her arm around Autumn's arm and issued her into the drawing room. In the process, she dismissed all others from the drawing room for absolute privacy. If Autumn was here, there was something of needed concern.

Word hit like lightening before Der Fuhrer Dyszel even reached Andy the Bold's private airport within European Free States. People flocked to catch a glimpse of their great dictator. It was hard to believe that Der Fuhrer was alive.

"A coma. After all this time, Der Fuhrer was in a coma. No way," estacially spoke people with European Free States. "And under our own noses."

Word had not yet reached The Dictatorship. Word was always slow reaching The Dictatorship now that their leaders were incapitated. However, word quickly spread in The Reich. News even spread across the world to people who have only heard of Der Fuhrer Dyszel. People who have had the oppurtunity of meeting people of The Dictatorshipl; people who spoke great actions of this shadow of a person.

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(OOC) Hmmm, someone forgot to log me out. The person who should have sent this is Konigsreich. Sorry for the inconvenience.

Stadt des Meeres, silent as ever, even in the morning, went about its daily activity. People walked along streets without emotion, trying only to accomplish their daily tasks. Nothing ever excited these people, nothing ever feared them. They were the last remaining civilians and military personal in the nation. They have see war; they have seen sorrow; they have experienced true fear. Nothing now made any impact on them.

News had not come close to the people of Stadt des Meeres. However, the news was traveling alarmingly fast and would soon reach the city.

In the midst of the dark dreary desolate twisted metal and fallen architecture, once so beautiful and refined, two men, one half carrying the other, progressed toward Stadt des Meeres.

The one man was shirtless, wrapped in white bandages, stained red through, while the other man, thin tall elegant, white blond hair, piercing blue eyes, half carried the other man, quite the contrast of the previous. This other man was built, muscular, obviously acquainted with heavy lifting. His skin was darker in color, unlike the pale pristine skin of his fellow friend. The injured man, had dark brown hair and cold glaring dark brown eyes. He was the shirtless one, he was the half carried one.

Together the two men finally entered Stadt des Meeres stopping before Königreich der Mathiass. The injured man looked up, a faint smile appearing on his face, spreading from the right side of his lip and up. He grunted lightly, but said nothing.

The two large gryphons, their wings upraised, stared at them. The injured man half smiled at them as well. The gentler looking man assisted the buffer man up the large courtyard and to the doors. Finding it exceeding difficult the knock on the door while carrying the other man, the other man knocked upon the door.

Quickly it was opened, as if they were expected, although clearly they were not expected. The thinner man practically carried the muscular man into the room; the both of them dumping themselves onto the floor.

The butler yelled quickly to decoratoring crew. "Hurry. Someone get these men a water."

A lady in a short black skirt and a light pink dress shirt, covered in a black militant jacket entered the room carrying a tray with two glasses filled with ice and a pitcher of water.

She set the tray down and went to pour a glass when a lady cried out from among the decorating crew.

"Mathias. Mathias. What happened," her shrill voice pierced the crowd. She ran down the stairs and stopped in front of the two men falling into a kneel. She lifted the muscular man's face, his eyes looking exhuasted and wreary.

The sound of the name Mathias echoed throughout the room, creating a stir of uneasy anticipation. Mathias, Der Fuhrer's greatest General, current leader of The Dictatorship here. But why? He was supposed to be in the middle of an operation.

The lady hugged him long. When she pulled away tears fell from her eyes. She lifted his face again, revealing a large thick scar running across his entire neck.

She pointed to his abdomen. "What happened?"

The thinner man chimed in. "My lady, when we found Mathias he was near death. From what I found out from the others there, he was shot guarding The Depths of Hell from an assult."

Mathias nodded, but said nothing.

She cried again. "I am just so happy you are alive. She turned to the thinner man. And whom are you?"

The man responded indifferent, "I am Noskalenaeuroph."

She smiled, vaguely remembering his name.

The butler assisted Mathias up and helped him to his bedroom. "Welcome home Master Bortniansky," he spoke.

The butler, seeing Noskalenaeuroph as one of Mathias's friends guided him to one of the large guest bedrooms. Mathias and Noskalenaeuroph fell quickly to sleep in the odd silence that now filled the house.

The afternoon light slowly dissappated behind the distant peaks if The Dictatorship, leaving magnanimous streaks of gold and red across the sky, with august with clouds drifting by. The scene was one of awe and wonder......wonder that such a desolate nation could produce such a lovely dusk.

Night would fall though, and night in The Dictatorship is the most eerie and bone chilling silence a human could endure. It is not a peaceful silent, or a solitude silent; no, nothing of that sort. It is a deathlike, cold, heart grabbing silence. No crickets sang their songs of sorrow or happiness, no twig broke beneath the prowling night hunters, no leaves crinkled in eager anticipation of stirring a look, no child cried in fear, and certaintly footsteps resounded of the silent buildings. This deathly, apathetic silence pierced one's very bones and sent a sold eerie chill throughout his/her body. The Dictatorship at night......more than just silence, terror unspeakable and unmentionable, for if one did speak at night, it would echo throughout half the nation most likely.

It was then, early morning, amid that deathly unfathomable silence did the low loud rumble shake the skies. It was heard as it entered the nation, the low quiet hum of the engines echoing off the highest peaks and magnifying the sound in Stadt des Meeres. It was heard gradually coming closer, heard but no where near seen.

By 9 in the morning the people of Stadt des Meeres were cowered covering their ears from the unspeakable roar. Then, they saw it. A plane...a small plane. Their eyes were wide with curosity.

Children cried out of the deep low hum. "Mommy! What is it? I never saw one! Mommy!"

The plane, not a common sight to children of this city. The last of the planes were dispatched to free the civilians from the outbreak of a war. Since then, there were very few, mostly however, helicopters owned the skies.

When the plane landed people left the city toward it's landing zone. Curosity filled them like a glass of overflowing water.

Roland sat in the hall with nothing on his mind. He had finished his cigarette long ago and now he was contenting himself with a glass of whiskey. The two clear cubes inside clanged against the glass as he stirred it around slowly. He was enjoying this party immensely; it was the most quiet and peaceful thing he’d ever attended.

"A plane. A plane? Yes, a plane!" Words of eager anticipation withsounded through the large mansion.

Admiral Hunny*Dew heard the excited cries and feld quickly from the room, much like a dove. Her graceful figure danced upon the floor as she rushed to the main door. She threw them open and lo and behold, an entourage of people were flocking toward the landing zone.

She ran past them like a beatiful bird in flight. Crying out to the people, "Please. Do not crowd. Please, give us space."

The doors of the plane opened. A large man, very muscular in a full black suit and dark reflective sunglasses stepped into view. People awed and stared. Who was it?

The man stepped down the flight of stairs. Behind him, a well dressed and elegant man stepped foreward, straightening his posture, appearing to be a very fine gentleman. He stopped and slowly took in the scene, observing every fine detail. Feeling satisified, he stepped down slowly. Another larger built man followed the gentleman. Appearing finally was another fine dressed man, who was standing along side a figure. The figure was thin, authorative, and clad in a full black stealth suit. They stood at the top of the flight of stairs, the figure taking in the scenes, scrutnizing every last detail. Stepping down, the two were guided off of the plane. The crowd gasped and the deathly like silence resummed for some time before Admiral Hunny*Dew rushed up to the figure.

Tears welling in her eyes, she cast her arms around the figure and cried aloud. The figure returned the embrace. People were confused. They still had not heard word of Der Fuhrer's survival, and they were unfamiliar with the attire the figure wore. Bewildered they stared shocked, few vaguely remembering this scene.

Admiral Hunny*Dew guided the figure back to Königreich der Mathiass. The figure stopped before it and stared for a long time at the structure of the building. They reached the massive doors, where Admiral Hunny*Dew knocked.

Inside the mansion Mathias was stirred awake by the knocking. Grunting somewhat, he managed unsuccessfully to roll himself out of bed, crashing off the floor. He was still weak from his wound and from the exhuasting walk back once their fuel ran out of their helicopter. He laid on the floor listening to excited cries below. His heavy eyes closed as he layed sprawled, in nothing but a robe and his bandaged abdomen, upon the floor.

Noskalenaeuroph heard a knocking followed by a crashing sound down the hall. Easier awaken then the previous, he stood up, amazed to see that his dirty clothes were removed and he was comfortably in a robe. He grinned as he thought about how fortunate Mathias had been all those years with this type of service.

He tied the robe and walked barefoot out of the room, to be shrouded with excitement. The excited clatter filled the mansion. The decorations were finished, mouth watering smells issued all around, and the place sparkled with joy. He walked toward the crashing sound he previously heard. Curosity always took the best of him. A maid of the house walked past him, and following his natural impulses he cracked her ass and stupidly grinned as she turned around insulted.

"Why sir!" However, the mood of the house took the best of her and she smiled. "Men," she muttered as she opened two large doors revealing a large bedroom.

Noskalenaeuroph followed her into the room. The maid spun around to face him. "I am sorry sir. The Master is asleep. I cannot allow you....." she looked to the bed to see that he was not in it.

Nos grinned stupidly again, "It appears your Master is up."

She walked around the bed and schreeked as she stepped on an arm. A low half exerted grunt issued, creating Nos's curosity to sky rocket. He walekd aside to see Mathias face flat on the ground, sprawled out, half sleeping.

Nos's grin spread across his face again, "That's my boy! Scaring all the girls. Come on honey!"

He lifted Mathias's bulking figure with some strain. Mathias's eyes slowly opening and shutting. Nos slapped him in the face as he laid Mathias on the bed. "Come on buddy. I don't think the little Miss wants to see you like this," he laughed grinning at Mathias's exposed body.

Mathias just breathed heavily and attempted to roll over, if the pain in his abdomen had not prevented him.

The maid blushed, "The Master does not wake easy?" she asked, her face glowing bright red. She obviously was new here, and did not know Mathias's lifestyle.

Below someone let out an inhuman squeal. "Der Fuhrer!"

Mathias's eyes shot open as his body shot up into a sitting position. Nos fell backward from the abrupt motion. He stood up, straightening his robe. Nos grinned, he finally knew how to wake up Mathias. He grabbed Mathias's arm and pulled him from the bed.

Mathias, although wide awake, was still not in full strength. He could not summon enough strength to fight Nos's persistence, and thus succumbed to allow himself to be pulled from the bed and out of the room. The main ran out after them, even more bright red, and calling.

"Master. Would you like to get dressed? Please sir you should both get dressed. There are so many people downstairs...."

It was too late, Nos reached the stairs, dragging Mathias aside of him. Mathias tried to pull back, but Nos caught his head and held him in a head lock pinching his cheeck. "Is iclke Mayfias afraid of big bad Dey Fuhrer? Come on bud! Like she hasn't seen you before. She will not care if your starkass naked."

Nos stood watched the doors open revealing in the bright sun many figure, from muscular to thin, well dressed to ordinary, and the most distinguishable being the thin figure in the tight black stealth suit standing in the middle.

"Hey Der Fuhrer," Nos called from the top of the stairs, dragging Mathias, who was now wincing in pain from his wound, a bit closer to him. He still held Mathias's head in a head lock, even as Mathias, with what remaining strength he had, struggled to break free. "Glad to see you made it! It looks like they were wrong about us."

Those last words hung oddly in the air, premenscing of something that only a few of them knew. The odd feeling quickly dispersed as the figure stepped in to the room. That dreary horrfying Reich silence filled the room, but only for a moment. For Nos was creating quite a show, expelling loud laughter and many disapproving head shakes, and with others faint smiles.

///Autumn was meaning to talk to Miss Hunny*Dew about the condition of the war and the whereabouts of her daughter and the father to her daughter when Admiral Hunny*Dew took plight from the room. Sighing heavily she left the room and went to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. Dark circles were under her eyes and she looked like crap.

I've got to know. I've just got to know!

She heard the doors open and it get really quiet. Walking out of the bathrrom she saw the people standing inside the building. She took a seat in the nearest chair and let her body slump. She no longer cared about appearences. She lost everything she ever had or wanted. She could care less if anyone thought little of her...

Der Fuhrer walked up to the bottom of the stairs, revealing herself in the light. Her figure was very fitting and the tight black stealth suit helped define her angles. She looked up the stairs at Noskalenaeuroph, her eyes slowly moving to Mathias.

Nos slightly released his grasp of Mathias, who took advantage of the situation, and pulled away, quickly trying to close and tie. However, it was too late. He felt the piercing stares on him. He grew ashamed. No one needed to see him like that. His adbomen bandaged, his thick grotesque scars that covered most of his body. Anger welled up in him.

Der Fuhrer's eyes and Mathias cold angered glare met and locked on one another, neither one changing thier attitudes. A long time passed, their eyes locked on one another, no one able to say anything at all. This silence was unspeakable. No one could tell what either one was thinking.

Nos even fell silent to this silence. Some type of reconcilation was happening, some type of ephinany of some sort. This moment of realization and recollection just implied. Mathias had much to answer for since Der Fuhrer had disappeared, Der Fuhrer had a lot of explaining to do to Mathias. It was uncertain wether any amnosity was between them, any emotions at all even. This silence was just unspeakable.

It was Der Fuhrer who broke the staring. Her eyes travel down from Mathias's eyes to his neck and then to his abdomen. He felt the stare run down him like a sharp fresh knife. The stare paralyzed him, as he stood frozen in the half attempt to tie the robe. Finally summoning all the strength he had left he forced himself to it, tied the rope, just as Der Fuhrer began to climb the staircase toward them.

Mathias watched Der Fuhrer slowly climb the stairs. Turning away abruptly, he headed back toward his room.

Der Fuhrer watched Mathias leave. She knew that something was the matter. There was something in his demeanor that hinted Mathias was troubled by something. She always knew that Mathias was self conscious about his body, although he should have not been. She knew that Mathias would never leave his house in anything less then a three piece suit. However, she was not so sure that his exposure was what troubled him.

Mathias entered the bedroom, without looking back to anyone, who appeared to be confused about his abrupt leave in the face of Der Fuhrer. Hints were implied that the disturbance was triggered by the awkward moment where Der Fuhrer and Mathias's gazes were locked.

Der Fuhrer watched Mathias close his door, not loudly but hard.

Nos whistled, "Phew....Geez what's up with him! What happened between you two?"

Der Fuhrer glared at him, "Noskalenaeuroph. Be silent."

She quickly rushed past Noskalenaeuroph, pushing him out of the way. She stopped outside of his door listening for just a moment, she heard a familiar clicking sound.

"Mathias," she murmured.

Noskalenaeuroph realized the something was wrong. Therefore, directing attention from the tense situation filling the air, he leaned against the railing.

"Hey Admiral, I wonder what they want to do?"

Admiral Hunny*Dew giggled, knowing that Der Fuhrer would never disrespect here guests in such a fashion.

Nos sat on the rail and slid down it. "Woo hoo! Damn," he said as he crased into the small griffin statue at the bottom of the stairs." Nos kept the party entertained, as Der Fuhrer quietly opened the door.

Der Fuhrer closed the door behind her; what she saw she would never forget. Mathias was sitting on the bed, pointing a Desert Eagle to his head. Der Fuhrer quickly and quietly closed the door, locking it behind her.

"Mathias," she softly and carrassingly spoke.

Nos went over to the band.

"Hey kick up a song for us will you?"

The conductor smiled as he started a song. The sweet melody of the band filled in the room, slowly the chorus chimed in. (The song is Here With Me; AKA: the Roswell theme song.) The music crept its way up the grand staircase and along the long wings, entering the quiet chambers of Mathias's grand bedroom.

Mathias was surprised as he looked toward Der Fuhrer. He sensed shock in her carressing voice. Mentally he cursed his bad luck. He wanted to do this alone. The last person in the world that he would want to see this was standing in the very room as him. All he wished was to say one sentence; just one. Please Der Fuhrer, do not let me disgrace anymore than I have.

However, his luck did not work that way, and he was stuck on that bed silent as a grave. He held the gun fast to his head, refusing to remove it from his strategical position. Once he pulled that trigger, that bullet would pass straight through his head, annihilating his medulla on the way out. He did not want to ruin that perfect shot.

Der Fuhrer stood at the door, strategically planning how approach the situation leading to the most successful outcome.....Mathias pulling down that gun.

Finding the most appropriate tone to speak in, her voice came out not compassionate, not please do not do this Mathias, but rather strong and authorative. "Mathias. Put down that gun right now. I will not allow you to do this."

Mathias flinched at her words, but refused to withdraw his weapon. He held it tight, his finger slowly enclosing the trigger, pulling ever so slightly.

Der Fuhrer panicked. Mathias was serious. There was no doubt in his mind that he had to finish the task. She knew Mathias would never settle until he accomplished his mission. Der Fuhrer clearly understood his current mission, self induced mission that is, and she could not allow it. She saw his finger tense and tighten. Horror leaped through her body, adrenaline pulsed through her entire body, her mind raced miles in minutes. Forgetting logic, forgetting strategy, forgetting manners, her voice cried out, "no Mathias. Please do not do this. For me Mathias, please."

Mathias again winced. Her words revived dead feelings. He felt a sharp knife slide along his neck, slowly and savagely cutting the skin. He heard a henious laughter behind him. He felt a warm wet liquid pour down his neck and spill into the collar of his uniform. He felt the knife dig deeper and deeper, searching for that one artery. He heard him repeat his last words. Those last words resounded in his head, echoing and becoming louder and louder until he could swear that Der Fuhrer heard them as well. "Help......."

Der Fuhrer did not directly hear anything, but she sensed that Mathias was reliving his past. She felt terrible for awakening those memories, but the sight of him holding that gun to his head, reawoke her own memories of those early days.....Mathias's reassuring smile pushing her to go for the gold, Mathias's sense of good judgement in almost impossible situations, Mathias's kiss even.....slow and passionate. Something she treasured always. These memories she could bare to lose, these memories were buried deep within her valuable mind. Those memories of the days of peace and beginning, of hope and passion. She longed to hold them once again, but it has been long time since Mathias smiled, since he could reassure himself that his decisions were sound, since she could even get close to him. The first time in years have they had the oppurtunity to meet, and here he was sitting on a bed with a gun to his head.

"Mathias.....please do not do this. I know you failed..."

She watched his body twitch at the sound of that word, his finger nearly pulling the trigger all the way. Quickly catching herself, "but I failed as well Mathias. I failed The Reich as well."

She watched his finger loosen on the trigger. She would have breathed a sigh of relief, but she knew that she was not out of danger yet.

Mathias's thoughts were flooding him. Der Fuhrer failed. Impossible. Der Fuhrer admitting to failing......impossible. But he did fail The Reich. He killed innocent civilians....innocent. He failed to eradicate the enemy. He failed shoot Major General Henning von Tresckow. Tresckow betrayed them....he failed to kill someone who betrayed The Reich. Why.....he even failed to save the one person he swore he would never allow any danger to happen to. He FAILED Der Fuhrer Dyszel.

Der Fuhrer again spoke before Mathias changed his mind. "Mathias, I failed The Reich. I failed to kill Dante. I had the sole chance to end this war. His miserable life was in my hands. He lay in my hands bleeding to death, and I failed to kill him there and then. I SAVED him. I failed you all. I spared the enemy and failed The Reich. I let the enemy go. I let him live, and for what....so he could come back and kill us all again. I should be the one pulling that trigger Mathias, not you. But Mathias, I cannot pull that trigger. Mathias, you cannot pull that trigger."

Tears began to fill her eyes. Der Fuhrer was crying. So long has it been since she has shed a sole tear, even as she learned that Chaos has been killed, that The Dictatorship has been lost, that Mathias was thought to be dead. Instead of sorrow, those events arose a powerful sensation to continue, to fight, to regain it all.

Der Fuhrer slowly slid onto the bed beside Mathias. He saw from the corner of his eyes her tears. Pain infused his body; pain from the memories, from caring, from his wound. His wound pulsed with these thoughts. Each one of those shots he felt pierce him again. Damn her, why is she doing this to me? Why is she letting me relive these memories? Why will she not just let me bury them?

"Mathias, please. Mathias we all failed. I know you will never live with yourself for what you let happen, but Mathias it was not your fault. We fought a difficult enemy. No one could have done better than us, Mathias. No one could have evacuated an entire nation. Of course, there are going to be some causalities. No one expected you to kill a Supreme Council Member Mathias. You were trained to respect and follow all orders by that man. No one expected you to kill him. Mathias, you did better than I would have done. Mathias, you failed no one but yourself. You failed to see what good you yourself did. You failed only to not believe in yourself. Mathias......please."

Mathias felt a pane of glass slice through his abdomen. He felt the jagged edges rip apart his skin as it tore through to the other side, slicing intestines and other organs. He felt the small shards pierce into vital organs. Minute shards like tears, each one creating a vast amount of unspeakable pain.

Der Fuhrer slid her hand onto his bare leg. He winced again. Her hand was cold, ice like. A shiver rushed through his body. Damn this. Why is she doing this? Why will she not just let me rest for good?

"Mathias......we need you. The Reich needs you. They need you so much Mathias. No one cares that your body is so badly scarred Mathias. I know you do, but we do not. Mathias, you should be proud you are alive. Mathias you lived to show the enemy that The Reich cannot be defeated. Mathias....you are our symbol of hope, of survival, of perserverance, of life. Mathias.....we need you. I need you."

Mathias saw citizens scream as their lives vaporized in front of his eyes. Why? What was this all for? What do they need me for? I failed those billions of people? I.....let them die. I let them die. I let Dante have COSP. I could not stop him. I let him have it. I let those countless billions die......and for what? Why? So I could live to see more countless billions perish? So I could be antagonized with a fate I do not choose? Just let me rest, please, just let me rest. Do not make me relive what I do not want to remember. I locked away those memories for a reason. Please damn it, do not bring them back.

Tears filled Mathias's eyes. His finger no longer pressed against the trigger. His body was slowly heaving with his breathing. Why?

Der Fuhrer's tears ran down her face. She slowly moved her hand up to his cheeck, carefully avoiding his scar.

Mathias felt the pain as Dante retraced his fresh wounds and laughed, subjecting him to complete humiliation upon that table. Dante broke him that day. Mathias felt that all over again. Stop. Just stop now, damn it. What is this all for? Why damn it? Why?

Der Fuhrer slowly placed her hand over the gun. "Mathias...I need you. Mathias..."

She watched his finger tighten again. This was it. She had to act quick. It was too late. No, he was going to go through with it. No, she was too slow.

Screaming, "Mathias....I still love you."

Mathias's finger stopped dead, the trigger half back. What? WHAT? Der Fuhrer......what? But how...I failed. I let you go...

She was now in full tears. The warm wet droplets trickled down her face. She saw Mathias's finger stop. She could not hesitate any longer. She pulled his hand down, he surrendered and allowed her. The gun now rested in his hands on his lap, Der Fuhrer's hands tightly over them, her face staring into Mathias's eyes.

Mathias felt her dark stare pierce the very depths of his soul. He felt the cold touch of her hands on his, the gun pressed against leg.

Between heavy sobs, "Math.....i.....as...."

Noskalenaeuroph could be heard loudly laughing and talking. "And then Mathias let the son of bitch go...."

In the bunker beneath the Reichstag, Kaiser Joachim Steuben I the first read the dossier with one hand and massaged the delicate foot of Lady Raina Eilsiryn, Reichsminister of Internal security with the other. they formed a contrasting picture, Raina tall, statuesque, with skin of the darkest ebony, and the Kaiser who was pale, and possessed of a short, boyishly slim figure. Mayhap it was the beauty of the face framing the liquid, blue eyes that made him look not foppish, but rather softly feminine.
"So it would seem Der Fuhrer is returning to her capitol. I've longed to meet the lady--quite the remarkable woman from what I've heard," he spoke in a quiet, cultured voice. For Joachim, being Kaiser meant never having to raise it.
"Mmmm, I bet you have at that", his companion spoke in a husky, almost masculine voice. "I got this information from my sister in the Reichsministry of Information."
"Not the Reichsministry of Foreign Intelligence?" His soft voice, suddenly turning several degrees cooler.
Her laugh was unpleasent. "Foreign Intelligence spends so much time looking for spies and plots that they usually miss what is right under their noses; that's why you have me, Mein Kaiser."
He rubbed her ankles, his wrists were rather thicker than what his delicate hands would have indicated. "We must find out her next stop--I want to meet her. Have a Luftwaffe fast transport readied for our trip."
"Our best bet, my Dear Kaiser is to meet her in her capitol--My delicious sister informes me that there is a celebration being prepared there. I'm sure being head of a Reichsmember state will be enough to get your party in."
"You think of everything, My Dear," he said bringing the tip of her toes to his lips, "Go now; contact Der Fuhrer's Palace, and make arrangements. I would like to arrive early--after all one can learn a great deal about a person by observing those they surround themselves with--especailly when they are not present. I have to prepare myself."

Admiral Hunny*Dew received word about a representative from Konigsreich who wished to attend the celebration. Immediate delight flowed from her.

She ordered that preparations for this guest be made immediately.

Noskalenaeuroph had fun directing all the attention to select people amoung the crowd until he heard a scream obviously issued by Der Fuhrer. His hearing was much better than the others, who obviously did not hear anything over the music and gaity, but he did. Working his way quickly around people, he headed upstairs to check out what was happening.

Joachim made his way to the aft deck of Superdreadnought Grossdeutschland. She and her sister ship, the Liebstandarte represented the pride of the Reichsmarine. Though built nearly forty years ago, the ships had been extensively modernized--they boasted a primary armament of twelve 16" railguns, each capable of accelerating a 1 ton projectile over 200 miles at a speed of Mach 12+. The research and developement had nearly bankrupted the government, but in the end, it had paid richly. Besides the massive main armament, the vessals carried lighter railguns for dealing with aircraft and anti-missle defence, several batteries of now-obsolete anti-ship missles, and light cannon for close in defence against anything that made it through the other defences.
He'd hoped to enter enter the capitol on a fast Luftwaffe transport, but events had overtaken the plan. Konigsreich was to provide the navy for the entire region. What navy did exist within the Dictatorship was to be handed over to his control, which neccessitated a display of power off the coast, and the presence of the head of the fleet, Grossadmiral Hanna Raeder.
It would be a grand occasion for Konigsreich. The Reichsmarine had guranteed the nation a seat on the Supreme Council, and had elevated it far past what the comparatively small nation could've otherwise hoped for. Of course, with power, came enemies. The external ones with which the Reich warred with were of lesser concern to Joachim than the other Supreme Council members who could be expected to already be sharpening their daggers. The Kaiser only trusted Der Fuhrer.

His train of thought was momentarily derailed by the sound of bootsteps hastening toward him. It was Gross Admiral Raeder; she cut an impressive figure, her shoulder legnth red hair, green eyes, and pale skin contrasting with her stiff, high collared, black Reichsmarine uniform, with its gold braid.
"Gross Admiral Raeder," He said in his typical cultured, quiet voice.
"Herr Kaiser," He voice carried the fullness of one used to command. "A glorious day for the High Seas Fleet; we assume responceability for the naval affairs of the entire Reich. With Staadt Des Meeres the sole surviving city, we plug the last gap in the defences."
"I expect the High Seas Fleet to gain great prestigue." Left unspoken was the Kaiser's demand that it prove itself worthy of that renown.
"You needn't have concern there. This visit really isn't about the fleet is it however?" When the Kaiser did not answer, she continued, "It's about Vahalla, isn't it?"
Joachim placed his hands behind his back. "It's time, Hanna," he simply said. "Soon, all of our work, all of our father's and grandfather's will have paid off. Forty years of sacrifice and hardship for the people of Konigsreich."
"Why do we need help? Why can't we do this on our own? We could, you know...."
"In time, Hanna. Our economy has suffered....we need money. Also, we need numbers. The fleet is the main fighting force right now. The army has had to make do with little, and even the Luftwaffe isn't completely up to par. The Reich is just the correct size, and just in right position to be actually need us. Besides, once word of Vahalla or even worse, Valkyrie or Viking, gets out, we'll need all the protection we can get."
"I still fail to understand the fixation with Der Fuhrer. She rules a vast wasteland. What benefit there?"
"She is the heart of the Reich. Simply put, if she were out of the picture, for good, I would not think the Reich would hold together a fortnight. You do, however, raise a good point. Her realm is a wasteland for good reason. I hope the High Seas Fleet is in better position to resist such an attack than her fleet was."
Hanna made an undignified sound. "Of course it is. Had her fleet been in the correct NBC posturing, it would've survived. I can only guess that they were taken by suprise before war was even declared. Besides the usual overpressure system, the Vahalla Effect is deadly to the virus, if worse does come to worse."
Joachim nodded. "I'm more worried about the effects of the virus should it be deployed against population centers."
"Not much we could do there, but a vaccine is being worked on, surely?"
"We don't believe a vaccine of that strain is possible. An antivirus, however, is being deployed."
"Sounds like you've thought of everything," she observed.
"Not even close, I'm afraid. We'll have to work with other Reichmembers to even get an inkling of what we're truely up against--hopefully, they'll help us prepare."
"And, otherwise, you are still planning on going through with this proposal?" There was a touch of steel in her voice.
"I think that will be best for Konigsreich," he blandly replied.
"And what about you? Also, what if she already has.....affections for someone else?"
Joachim turned to face her. "It's a marriage of state, Hanna; I'm sure we both have other affections," he said looking her squarely in her green eyes. "I don't think either of us will give them up. That said, there is no guarantee that she will even agree." He reached up and placed his delicate hands on her heart-shaped face. "You've never disappointed me, Hanna; I hope when this is all over, that you'll be able to say the same of me."
Hanna slid her arms around him in a firm embrace. They stood together on the deck, their bodies pressed together, her black and gold and his black and silver blending in perfectly with the night sky.

"Is this a private affair or can anyone join?" A sarcasitic, feminine voice inquired.
Looking up, Joachim smiled at his Reichsminister of Internal security. "You, my dear are always welcome to join in, as is your darling sibling," he smiled at Maydra the new ambassador to the Reich. Hanna blushed.
"The helicopters should be arriving any minute from the Liebstandarte," Raina informed him. She was dressed like the Kaiser in the black and silver of the Party, but wore a short black skirt that terminated well before it reached her knees. Her sister was dressed identically, only the marking on her uniform differing. "Pretty shade of red, Herr Gross Admiral," Raina continued, "It matches your hair perfectly." She walked up and put her arms around Hannah. "We may just take you up on that one day," she purred, straddling the admiral's leg, and whispering something that made her turn even redder.
"Now Raina, My Dear, we need our lovely Gross Admiral....composed....for tonight," he said, barely able to contain a smile.
Raina snorted. "She was plenty composed in the shower until I...."
"Reichsmarshall."
Hanna would've long ago killed the Reichsminister or tried to have, had she been human, but she'd learned that the Dark Elf was something of a law unto herself, and at any rate, human morality was an alien concept to her. It at least made it possible to overlook some of her more outrageous behavoir. In the end, it was easier, safer, and sometimes more fun to simply indulge the woman.
The sound of military rotors filled the area, as two gunships and a transport helicopter made an approach and landing on the fantail of the mighty vessel. Everyone grabbed their peaked caps against the backwash. As a security precaution, Joachim and the admiral would be on the escorts, not the main transport which would be filled with members of his honor guard detachment.
Hanna stepped up to the first gunship and clambered up to the empty gunner's seat, while Raina took the helmet from the second gunship pilot, who boarded the transport, along with her sister. She only trusted herself when it came to the Kaiser's life. Joachim took his place in the gunner's seat.

The trip to Staadt Des Meeres was an uneventful one, punctuated only by intermittant communication between the fleet and the control tower in the capitol. The Gross Admiral had put the High Seas Fleet at full combat alertness since sailing into the area, and continued to recieve periodical reports from all vessals save for the submerged hunter-killer subs. A short while later, the helicopters arrived over the darkened city. The feeling Joachim recieved was one of emptiness and desolation as the group made its way towards the small airport attached to what was functioning as the palace. Would Konigsreich look like this too, before this war was over?
"Inbound convoy, you are cleared for landing on pad two," came the voice from the air traffic controller on the ground.
The trasnsport began it's descent as Raina circled the gunship to cover its landing. Though such precautions were likely as not unneccessary, they were also meant to show those on the ground that the Kaiser was no fool.
The large helicopter had no more than barely touched when the honor guard detachment began debussing from the vehicle. The elite guards wore heavy armor over their showy uniforms; they always fought in such a manner. Spreading out, they formed a parameter around the area, their fixed bayonets gleaming in the floodlights. Only then, by which time the backwash had nearly died out did Maydra gingerly step out of the transport. Maydra took high station to cover the Gross Admiral's gunship, which landed without incident a short distance away, and finally, after ascertaining all was well, Maydra brought their own craft in.
The canopy was barely raised when she drew a large caliber sidearm, and vaulted out of the cockpit, covering their withdrawal. Hanna had been helped down, and now made her way over. Joachim accepted her arms as she gingerly lifted him down.
The Kaiser had arrived.

Dalmir sat in the plane, flanked by the Shock Troops that would acompany him to the party, and altimatly stay to defend the city. These military transports were always so uncomfortable, but he didn't notice, he was going over what was to be done:
1. Get there, hopefully in 2 pieces or less
2. go to the party and find out what he could about the other prties involved in this war
3. Organize for his troops to reinforce the cuurent garrison, they couldn't afford to lose this city.

They landed just outside the city and moved the remaining kilometer into the city and to Königreich der Mathiass, and Dalmir strode up to the door and knocked twince, the troops hanging back a bit.

The butler opened the door with the same quickness as he did the rest.

"Welcome sir. Please, come in. Der Fuhrer is upstairs right now, but she will be down momentarily. Make yourself at home. Admiral Hunny*Dew is around somewhere. And Mathias is.....where did that boy go now? Well, Mathias is here somewhere as well. I believe he wanted to speak with you."

"And then Mathias let the son of bitch go...."

The words were a bullet through his fragile damaged ego. He felt the finally tight string snap. Each and every muscle suddenly tensing up creating a vast amoung of pain. He grimaced and winced, distorting his face so terribly, that Der Fuhrer jumped back in fear.

He stood up quickly, moving Der Fuhrer out of his way. He lifted the gun to his head again, trying to find that perfect strategical position once again.

Noskalenaeuroph, instead of heading toward his own room to change, went to see what Der Fuhrer and Mathias were up. Suspecting that a little intimacy was taking place, he quickly tried to silently open the door. No luck though, for Der Fuhrer previously locked it. He pressed his ear on the door, listening to anything that might be happening. He heard nothing but the gaity below.

Anger welled in Mathias. He worked quickly solving math equations, trying to find the perfect shot once again, as he slowly moved the gun from different angles.

Der Fuhrer also grew angry, an unspeakable rage filled her. She would never allow Mathias to do this. She was not angry at him, it would do no good to be angry at him.

Mathias felt the pain from his abdomen surge throughout his body from standing too quickly. Fresh blood slowly began to emerge on the fresh white dressings around his abdomen. He bent over some, surrendering to the pain. He tense and pained muscles tightened. He felt a massive surge of pain fill him.

Der Fuhrer watched him intially bend over. Sensing nothing good, she kicked out at Mathias's strong hand, just as the massive surge of pain jolted through his body, creating his finger to jerk back the trigger. The shot rang through the air. The ringing echoed within the the silent room, until a loud thud hit the ground.

Mathias hit the ground, his body withering in pain. He made a sickly grunt as he cradled his throbbing hand. He was crying. Whether out of pain or depression, it was impossible to tell.

Der Fuhrer stood above him.

Unsure whether to speak, "Mathias.......Mathias........"

He lay curled in the fetal position, cradling his hand, blood dripping from his face, his bullet wounds reopened. The bullet barely missed him, grazing him in the cheeck.

Der Fuhrer stood beside him. "Mathias....suicide is not the answer."

Noskalenaeuroph, who had been avidly listening to this, stood with his mouth in a stupid grin. "This is good. Oh this is good!"

Mathias made a final attempt to grab the gun not too far from his hand. He felt a crushing feeling, as Der Fuhrer's strong black combat boot made contact with his hand.

"No Mathias. Stop this at once."

She stood up and helped Mathias onto his bed. She looked deep into his eyes. His lost souless gaze stared back at her.

"Come on Mathias. You have a party to entertain."

Mathias surrendered to the inevitable. He nodded, as a smile filled Der Fuhrer's serious cold face.

Der Fuhrer, well acquianted with Mathias's mansion, walked over to his closet. Opening up, suits and uniforms of numerous ranks hung. She grabbed a black uniform. White buttons and numerous insignia decorated the uniform. The uniform had always been Mathias's favorite. She laid it gently on the bed. Mathias had not stirred a muscle.

She went over to a large dresser. Rummaging through them, she pulled out a pair black silk boxers, her favorite. She threw them onto the suit on the bed. She rummaged again, and procuded a pair of white glaves. Short white gloves that only appeared to go up the wrist. She tossed them onto the pile as well, along with a pair of black socks.

She went back to the closet, the entire time Mathias was sitting there staring into some void. She searched and rummaged, producing a pair of slick polished black shoes. She placed them on the bed as well.

Mathias still had not stirred. His blood was dripping down him.

Der Fuhrer went into his personal bathroom. It had been kept up since he had last been in it. She went into his medicine cabinet and first aide hit. Finding a wash cloth, white of course, she dampened it and came back into the room. She sloutched in front of him and slowly began to clean of his face. Finding those little butterfly bandages, she sealed his wound on his cheek. She undressed his freshly reopened bullets wounds with extreme care and slowly rebandaged them, with the utmost care imaginable.

Mathias felt and saw nothing, even as Der Fuhrer's face was directly in front of him. He stared blankly into an abyss. Once she finished cleaning him up, she began to dress his immobile body. She slipped the boxers on first, Mathias just staring into a nothingness. She pulled his pants and socks on, Mathias still staring into a nothing. She began to put on his shirt, when she lightly brushed up against the scar on this neck. Almost like a blinding chain reaction, he snapped out of his daze, a look of pure horror filling him.

"Sorry Mathias. I.....it was an accident."

Mathias relaxed at the sight of Der Fuhrer there. He saw that he was half dressed, and realized that Der Fuhrer was attempting to dress him. He was ashamed of himself. He stood slowly, watching not to disturb his wounds. His hand ached still, but he managed to finish dressing himself. Once finished he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked dashing in that uniform, but it did not faze him. He just stared at the dead figure staring back at him.

He grabbed the white gloves and slid them onto his hands, covering his horribly mutilated and scarred hand. A thick scar ran from his hand to his shoulder, only a small portion of it was visible though, and it was only when he extended his hand. He made note to refrain from doing that when possible.

Der Fuhrer placed his shoes on for him. They stared at each other for a long time, an unspoken conversation taking place. Finally Der Fuhrer spoke reassuringly, "Mathias, this will stay between us both."

She walked over to his gun and slid it into a holister on her pants. She pulled Mathias up and they headed toward the door.

Nos heard them coming and silently fled away from the door running to his own room. He shut the door and quickly went into the closet.

Der Fuhrer unlocked the door. Slowly it opened, revealing a well lit mansion with a crowd of people congregating below. Der Fuhrer, carefully guiding the still dazed Mathias by his arm stopped at the top of the grand stair case and stared down into the crowd.

A smile filled her face.....happiness. She had long forgotten the feeling.

Noskalenaeuroph grabbed rummaged through the closet in his room. He searched for something appropiate to wear to this event, but found nothing. Slipping out of his room, he headed toward Mathias's room. He found that the closet was left open.

Before entering the closet, he looked about the room. Aside of the bed, and on the bed was blood. Silently speak, "most likely from Mathias."

He saw the blood stained bandages cast aside on a dresser, and a robe thrown carelessly onto the floor. In the far wall was a hole in the wall.

Like a child in awe, "So he really did attempt it!"

He went to the closet and searched about through the various uniforms and suits. Angerily, "Damn you Mathias. Everything is too big."

Mathias's muscular and bulky intimidating figure, was in complete contrast to Noskalenaeuroph, who was thin and eloquent. He found a dashing suit, guarenteed to turn some eyes. However, when he tried it on, the pants fell right off of him.

Resolving to just make due with what he had, he walked out of the room in the robe. He would remain in the robe, which seemed fitting enough.

He saw Der Fuhrer and Mathias standing on the top of the stairs, Der Fuhrer supporting Mathias. He walked over from behind, unaware in their presence by them. Joking, he came up behind Mathias and gave him a hard shove.

Unexpecting Mathias to not be in a reflexive state, he was startled to find that Mathias lounged forward. Der Fuhrer quickly reached out. A loud crashing sound was heard, as Mathias's heavy figure crashed onto the stairs. His knees hit first, creating a the loud crashing sound.

Der Fuhrer grasped his arm, as he flailed to grab the railing, and held him tightly, preventing the rest of his body from following. It was quite the scene. Der Fuhrer standing behind Mathias clutching his arm with all her strength, Mathias on his knees, in the mercy of Der Fuhrer, and Nos standing aside Der Fuhrer with his eyes gleaming and his mouth open in shock.

Nos helped Der Fuhrer pull Mathias up. Der Fuhrer turned to him, her hard gaze piercing him. "Noskanlenaeuroph. Control yourself for at least one moment. I swear you will be the death of us all."

Mathias's glare also locked on Nos. Nos grinned and laughed. "Hey bud! I did not know that was going to happen. At least we helped you. Come on ickle Mathias."

He started babbling incoherent sentences, as if speaking to a newborn baby. He pinched Mathias's cheeck, much like a grandmother would do. "Ickle Mayphias so cute!"

Der Fuhrer could not help it, a faint smile spread across her face. It was quite humerous afterall. Mathias however stared with hatred in his eyes, but then again, that was not a new expression for Mathias. He appeared to hate everyone, even Der Fuhrer. It was just a look he adapted in his brief moment in capitvity.

The three stood at the top of the stairs, watching the guests.

The landing zone secured the Kaiser made his way way with the rest of the party, Gross Admiral Raeder, and his Dark Elven Bodyguard, Raina, and her younger sister the new Ambassador, Maydra in tow. A party of people nobody recognized awaited ahead of them.

Within the large mansion, the excited party grew animate. Gaity flourished as they awaited the arrival of the representatives of Konigsreich. Outside guards had been stationed to announce the arrival of their antipitated guests.

The light gleamed coldly off the silver death's head emblems of that all but the Gross Admiral wore, as they made their way towards the mansion.

At a discrete, but not too discrete a distance, the guard detachment followed.

The guards watched the arrivals move closer. Realizing at once that they must have been the anticipated representatives, they rushed toward the main gate to greet them. "Hello," a guard respectfully announced, taking a deep bow. "Welcome to Mathias's Kingdom." He led the group forward toward the massive doors in the front of the mansion. Large gryphon statues snarled at them, their talons rose sharply above, as the group proceeded. The guard opened the doors, allowing the group entrance. A brilliant light shone into the darkness. Excited guests turned their eager gazes toward the door, anticipating a their guests.

Raina nodded to the guard who'd just spoken. "Well met." Realizing she was still holding her sidearm, she reholstered with a single, deft motion. While the party was thus stopped, Maydra walked up to Joachim, and delicately arranged his tie. "There now, all pretty."

Meanwhile, two soldiers of the honor guard stepped into the brightly lit room to either side of the door. Once they were in position, Joachim led the group inside.

Admiral Hunny*Dew rushed to greet them, her smile radiating brightly. "Come along my friends. You do not want to remain in the silence of The Dictatorship. Why…..the longer you stay there the more apt you are to go insane!" She rushed forward clasping Joachim's hands lightly. "Come in please! Enjoy yourself! Der Fuhrer will be with us momentarily. She seems to be resting for the moment." A faint almost 'I know what they are doing' smile filled her face.

Noskalenaeuroph, on his way upstairs was stuck in an intense conversation about Mathias. His loud boisterous voice laughed out, "and them Mathias let the son of a bitch go!" He took notice to the newly arrived guests, and using this excuse to break from conversation headed upstairs to get "changed."

Joachim felt out of place amongst the brightly dressed and jovial guests; the brutal utilitarianism of the black uniforms the group wore singled them out for the attention of the crowd. The group stuck out like executioners at a wedding celebration. As Kaiser he should've been used to such things, but most of his time was spent in the bunker beneath the palace, not in it's ballrooms. Had anything ever been different? It was a question he couldn't answer. Raina wore a set expression that dared anyone to come close, while the Gross Admiral wore an expression of impatience. Only Maydra seemed at ease, and she went over and easily struck up casual conversation with a nearby guest. The kaiser swept the room with a cold steady gaze seeking out anyone who might be a potential friend....or enemy.

"Hunny*Dew," gaily asked the lady in the short black skirt and pink blouse, covered by her military jacket. Taunting, "You have not yet introduced me to your friends." She walked with an air of confidence, as she stopped aside of Hunny*Dew.

"Konigsreich greets you, milady," Joachim spoke as he gave a slight bow. "Whom do I have the pleasure of adressing?"
"My name is C9. Pleasure to meet you," she beamed. "The pleasure is ours. Who are your friends?"

Hunny*Dew interrupted. "Let them sit and relax some. I am sure they had a long journey. Let them relax some. Der Fuhrer will be down momentarily." Under her breath, "I do hope so."

C9 stood there still, confidently overlooking all the guests.

The Kaiser smiled and introduced the rest of the party. Turning to the companion who'd only been identified as Hunny Dew, he spoke, "If it is quite all right, I'll stand for awhile. After the time at sea, and the helicopter flight, it is good to feel steady ground at one's feet."

Admiral Hunny*Dew nodded. "Well, I mean not to be so arrogant as to leave, but I must monitor the events." She left with a bow and headed toward a group of high standing Reich military personal. She engaged quickly with an animate conversation about what would have happened if Dante was still alive. They group let out loud bursts of laughter as they recalled past history and created new situations.

C9 grinned as she watched Hunny*Dew gracefully slide away. "Some host, right?" She murmured aloud turning to the guests.

"So, my dear, what is your function in our glorious Reich?" Maydra asked, instinctively saving the rest of the group from making any more small talk. It was, after all, one of the things that diplomats were for.

C9 grinned. "Why! I am C9, General of a classified Special Ops Unit."

"Sounds glamorous!" the petite Dark Elf exclaimed. I'm just a diplomat, though I used to be head of the Information ministry, until I was promoted to this."

C9, still grinning, continued the conversation. "The Special Ops is an enduring job. I am sure your job will be as interesting as my own, but in its own round about way! You get to speak with Der Fuhrer. Not even I have ever had that opportunity."

"I understand she has been away a lot," Maydra said, keeping her tone neutral.

"Away," C9 laughed uncontrollably. "Sorry! That woman is untouchable! Hell, I guarantee by this time tomorrow she is back on the battlefield attempting the inevitable once again!"

Maydra laughed along with her companion. "Well, for all of our sakes, I hope she succeeds."

"You and I both! Do you want a drink? The Dictatorship's Finest is in abundance!"

"Why thank you, my dear, I think I will. Can you recommend a good red?"

"Well Bourbon is our specialty. It is the drink of The Dictatorship. Care for some?"

Maydra accepted. It was stronger than her usual fare, but she could handle it. The drink burned going down, but she kept a streight face. It was one of the skills she'd learned in the Reichsministry of Information. "Strong stuff." She commented. It did make her feel better, though. The tension the rest of the group seemed to be under, slipped away. She downed another glass.

A butler opened the door revealing new guests. The butler spoke inaudibly to them from C9's position, but she watched in interest as to whom these new guests were.

"Yes," Maydra agreed. "Things here have been most difficult. I've helped edit the news clips dealing with the subject, but you've probably witnessed them first hand." Her gaze was sympathetic. Unlike the rest of the group, she understood that this party was a truely special event, for very few of those assembled had previously had much reason for gaiety--she hoped that would change.

Raina turned sharply to regard the newcomers. The movement hadn't escaped the notice of the honor guards who lined the walls either. Raina smiled to herself. They good--they had to be, she'd trained them herself.

OOC:
Who is all in this from here on? It is going to start to be graphic and detailed, with adult situations and mature content. If you thought Nos was just an annoying ass slapping man, then you were wrong. There is so much that is going to happen soon.

ooc/ I stay, I need Dalmir to make some friends.

IC? Dalmir, along with the Leutinent of theAlliance guards he had brought along stood in a corner of the room, feeling out of place in their dark grey dress uniforms. Dalmir saw the Kaiser enter, the black uniforms worn by the Kaiser and his entourage stuck out more than his own grey one.
"Lets go see him," Dalmir said, his Leutinent agreed and they moved towards the group, he quietly said, "Lets hope he is someone usefull."
Dalmir, flanked by the leutinent, walked up to the one who looked to be in charge of the black suited group, bowed slightly, and got right to the point, as Olarians tended to do, "Greetings from the Alliance, I am High General Dalmir, commander of all Alliance armies, at your service."

ooc/ I stay, I need Dalmir to make some friends.

IC? Dalmir, along with the Leutinent of theAlliance guards he had brought along stood in a corner of the room, feeling out of place in their dark grey dress uniforms. Dalmir saw the Kaiser enter, the black uniforms worn by the Kaiser and his entourage stuck out more than his own grey one.
"Lets go see him," Dalmir said, his Leutinent agreed and they moved towards the group, he quietly said, "Lets hope he is someone usefull."
Dalmir, flanked by the leutinent, walked up to the one who looked to be in charge of the black suited group, bowed slightly, and got right to the point, as Olarians tended to do, "Greetings from the Alliance, I am High General Dalmir, commander of all Alliance armies, at your service."

The doors to the party slide open for Lucian as he produces his invite. His Omarhian bodyguard, Caine Darkhealm, follows close behind him. He is an imposing fugure that never leaves the Emperor's side. Standing at 7"2 he comes from the people who existed during the God's existence on the earth. His people are known for their weapons which are blessed in the name of their Gods and for their extremley powerful healing abilities. The Emperor Lucian storms in the party and quickly looks around, he is new to the nation and is cunningly looking at those present.

Anyone looking at Lucian could tell that his clothes had been meticulously chosen and placed. He wore a pair of black Velvet britches trimmed with platinum strands that started at mid-hip and traveled the length of his long legs. His shirt was a long sleeved pale blue shirt, loosely open at the nape of his neck revealing a well-muscled chest. The cuffs were made of shimmering pearl shells, matching the fine ivory lace. His black boots were shined as if to blot out the sun itself. The laces were black velvet rimmed with gold. Under his shirt, a long platinum chain hung against his skin supporting an ivory symbol of the nailed prophet – God’s chosen one. His eyes a bright blue, contrasted with his pale blue shirt perfectly. Rumored to be the finest looking man in the realm of Obsidian Light, both in looks and stature, he was imposing and beautiful at the same time. He strode confidently into the party without giving any hint of care or warning. After all, he is the Emperor. He waited for the Der Fuhrer. He does notice the beautiful woman attending but will wait to address that after buisness.

C9 whipped around at the sound of a loud crashing sound from behind her, dropping her glass in surprise. She looked up toward the staircase where the sound issued from. Sure enough a sight of humor was to be seen. Der Fuhrer clutched Mathias, who was down on his knees on the stairs, with Noskalenaeuroph behind him. It was quite humorous to see Nos's shocked expression fill his face.
At the sound of the crashing, Raina moved with inhuman speed and had her sidearm most of the way out of the holster before anyone noticed her move. Seeing that there was no immediate danger, she eased it back in as if the action had never occured.
C9 burst out in a contagious laughter. "Oh Mathias! Never failing to create a scene! Come down here you brute!" She turned to her guests. "I am sorry! Oh, that laugh was worth three months on the battlefield! Forgive me…you were saying?" She was still fighting to control the heaving of her body from the burst of laughter. It appeared that she had still not gotten over it.
Maydra smiled "I was just going to ask if we could divest ourselves from our present company long enough for you to give me a tour of this magnificant house"
C9 smiled. "I would be more than willing, but my knowledge of the whereabouts in this house is not so grand. Perhaps, we could all take a little tour? Should I have the butler show us around? I only know the basics. I do not have power to give us access to his forbidden realms." A wicked grin, as if planning to do some rule breaking, spreads across her face. She always wanted to know what dead bodies Mathias had in his closet and what little secrets he concealed from the world.
"Official tours are so....planned, besides, it's more fun off the beaten path, yes?" Her smile was a twin of C9's.
"Then what are waiting for! Follow me!" She led the way out of the sitting area, the drawing room, and the dining hall, into a dark, dimly lit corridor, leading toward the back of the mansion. Her grin still filled her face as intense excitement arouse within her. This was thrilling, a new thrilling--not the thrilling one has when on the battlefield facing life and death, rather a thrilling that sent excited shivers down your back; a thrilling of doing something she knew she not supposed be doing.
Maydra reached out and took her hand. Her sensations were similiar indeed to C9's, but the combination of the excitement of surreptitious thrills, strong alcohol and release of tension were beginning to send an altogether different sort of sensation through her--the anticipation of the hunt, and feelings of a more....sensual nature as well.
C9 stopped outside of a barely noticeable door, which she always new about, but dared never to ever enter it. She twisted the knob slowly and deliberately, taking extreme caution. "Are you ready," she smirked before opening the door.
"More than, my dear," the elf purred.
The human smiled. "Then let us go before they notice we are gone long!" She opened the door with complete caution, carefully examining the other room before entering. She slipped in quietly; the room was larger, dark, and barely lit. Despite the lack of light, however, one could notice that meetings had obviously been held here in the past due to the large table in the middle of the room and the folders and papers scattered across the table. She allowed Maydra to enter before silently closing the door behind. The room instantly fell in a complete darkness as C9 felt along the wall for the light switch, and finding it, snapped it on, creating a blinding light illuminate the room. She shielded her eyes for just a moment.
Recovering from the light, she walked with curiosity in her prowling step to the table and laid herself into one of the leather chairs. She pulled one of the folders over and opened it. "Well, take a look at this? If this is not interesting…."
The bright light was an annoyance to Maydra who, having grown up in the almost lightless depths of the subterranean world under Konigsreich, could see just fine, and winced at the brightness. Taking a moment to recover, she walked behind the seated general and took a look for herself...
C9 grinned; before her she held Mathias's campaign, his entire plan to defeat the enemy. Numbers, equations, and other technical work were scrawled across maps and papers. She flipped through them one by one, slowly taking in the material on each one. She lifted another folder, red and small, which was hastily placed inside the larger folder. THE THIRD PROTOCOL was typed large and demanding across the front of it. Papers fell from the folder. C9 slowly picked them up, confusion spread across her face. More to herself, "The Third Protocol……what was that?" She turned to Maydra, a serious confused look on her face. "I wonder….what this is all about. I never heard of this operation…."
"Well, let's find out, though here may not be the place," she said glancing about. Is there somwhere we aren't likely to be disturbed in this mansion?"
"Well, there are places we could go, of course!" C9 snatched all the papers her hands could carry, along with the red folder. She stood up slowly thinking. Slowly almost tauntingly, "you know……it is said that Mathias has his own passage to The Depths of Hell. I am sure it is harder than hell to find, but that would be a perfect place for solitude." She was about to continue walking when another brilliant idea struck her. Devilishly, "Or we could try and find the passage to The Third Floor, I hear Mathias has some interesting stuff up there."
"How well protected is it likely to be?" Thoughts of the forbidden areas in the Kaiser's palace came to mind. Raina had delighted in explaining the workings of some, though not all, of those traps.
"I am not sure because I have never been around this place. But that is just worth half the thrill. I know The Red Queen monitors any important structure within The Reich, but I believe Queen Surukai shut her down. I think the coast should be clear." An anticipating smile filled her face, with a look of uncertainness. To be sure, she did not know the lay of Mathias's mansion, but how hard could it be? Definitely not as intricate as one of Dante's bases. She had the privilege of fighting in battle in one of Dante's bases. It was the most daunting challenge she had ever faced. Her smile became a childlike menacing smile, urging one to do the unthinkable.
Maydra placed her hands on C9's shoulders and rubbed for a moment, before brushing her neck with her purple lips. "I'm with you," she assured her companion.
C9 grinned. "Then let us go!" Wasting no time, she led the way to the other end of the room, and slowly opened that door. Seeing the coast was clear, she led the way along the corridor; her heels clicking neatly off the tiled marble floor. She found a staircase at the end of the long corridor, it led with up or down, depending on which direction you intended to head in. She turned to Maydra once again.
"Well, shall we go up or down?"
"Mmm.....I'm in favor of down, but I don't think that was quite what you were thinking, or was it?" The dark elf's expression was incongruent with her otherwise innocent face. Maydra was shorter, younger and slimmer than her sister, and had lived among humans a full century, making her a better choice for ambassador, but at times like these, her natural instincts really came out.
C9 stepped lightly one the first step down, the echoing repeating of the walls. She took another step, the same result. It was rather eerie, but yet enthralling. She continued to send monotonous echoes along the walls. In fact, it amused her, as she headed down into the unknown depths.
Maydra stopped at the top of the stairs and removed her boots, she could move far more agilely, with them off, and more importantly, her sensitive feet might be able to detect a pressure plate or other trap. She'd learned how to move underground as a child, and never lost the knowledge. Moving her boots somewhere they wouldn't be noticed, she stealthily moved down the stairs with cat-like grace. The dark elf was in her element....
Reaching the bottom of the stairs, with no apparent problems, C9 looked down another long corridor line with doors.
"Just my luck!" Opening the first door and entering it, only to find that it was occupied with two beds, she slipped out. "I will take the left side, and you take the right. It will save time! How does that sound?" She closed the door and headed for another door, while waiting for a reply.
"It sounds very bad--Let's stay together, eh?" Drawing a pistol in one hand, she moved her other to her thigh where a narrow stiletto resided. In its carbon sheath, it held a special resevoir filled with mercury--deadly to just about anything. Though she'd spent most of her career in the Reichsministry of Information, nobody escaped the mandatory three years of military service, and she'd had served with the 1st Einsatzengruppen Brigade when they'd had to clear the Streslau ghettos of the Anarchists. That had involved close-in fighting. Luckily, her sister had taught her to fight dirty--very dirty, in fact.
C9 opened another door. Nothing but beds. "I believe this was the sleeping quarters for The Dictatorship's Special Ops. I do not recall because it appears it has been long out of use." Clutching the papers and folders closer to her as she peeped in the doors, she didn't notice anything in the room ahead.
The light, however dim, made things difficult, but Maydra forced her vision to cooperate, as she scanned the room in in different bands of thermal and UV.
C9 went into the room. Something about this room was different. She could not pinpoint it, but it was there. "I think we should thoroughly check this room."
"This area is the corner is showing a different heat gradient, and looks radiates a different pattern when viewed in the ultraviolet spectrum," she softly informed C9.
"Bingo," she shrieked. "Mathias……we cracked your house!" She went over to the corner. Sure enough, there it was, a concealed door, blending perfectly with the pattern on the wall. "Your equipment is so adorable," she smiled. "Thank you dearly!"
"Equipment?"
C9 slid her hand along the line down the middle, knowing that it was just like the one she had entered in from before. All secret entrances to the main gate were always concealed in a like fashion. She felt the small groove inward, and pushed with all her might. The door, with a thump, moved backward. C9, pushing all her weight to the right, pushed to door into the wall. The pathway was clear, apparently untouched in years. She smiled back. "Well, shall we continue?"
Maydra gently pushed her back, and looked down the stairs, searching for any signs of IR beams that might be hidden from the human eye. "There's some sort of sensor system in operation--large Infrared beams moving all over"
"The Art of Der Fuhrer! The Red Queen seems to be up, well what do you know? If we trigger one, the first thing she would do is scan us. She will see that I am authorized and probably allow further entrance. Do you know if you have yet been added to her system?" She stopped before continuing, unable to see the beams, but felt the odd presence of what generated them. "You are new, so perhaps they did not get to authorize you with everything going on. No worry though, I will talk our way into this one, if need be!"
"You first, then."
C9 led the way, she felt the presence of the beams; she always had. However, she was incapable of seeing them. She worked her way down the corridor, guiding herself with her free hand, clutching the folders in her other. She slid along halfway through the corridor. "Ow!" She cried out, as a thump echoed off the walls. "Sorry, the path turns here."
Maydra crept ahead, wondering where this was leading, and trying to avoid the beams. She would've liked to know more about this "Red Queen." All she knew currently, was it was some sort of super AI battlecomputer that was supposedly in charge of the Reich's defences. Beyond that, information was foggy and of questionable value.
C9 smiled and turned around. "We made it. Cover your eyes!" She lifted the folder to her eyes, as she took a step into a large underground room, not visible of what it contained. The lights snapped on with a hum. After the temporarily blinding moment, C9 looked about, a large smile on her face. "Alright, follow me. I believe this is the same layout as Espion." She led the way toward a parking vehicle, a Diablo of course; nothing better for speed. "Would you like to drive?"
"You might be better at that," Maydra replied, regarding the unfamiliar vehicle. "Then again, I don't need light to see by," she said taking the wheel.
C9 grinned. "Oh I am glad! I do not think you would want me to drive. I tend to be recklessly fast! Just follow the path until it comes to another large room; it may take a long time, but it underground is the most direct path to The Depths of Hell. Trust me! If we went above ground, it would have taken days with all the rubble and twisted metal!"
Driving slowly, with vehicle lights disengaged, Maydra followed her instructions, periodically stopping the vehicle to listen for any noise. Despite the somewhat chilly surroundings, Maydra undid her tie, and removed the white shirt under her uniform jacket. Raina would've slapped her silly for wearing something as noticeable as the white shirt underneath the jacket. Unfortunately, there was nothing to be done about her white hair, which hung down in twin, hip-legnth braids. The uniform jacket was impregnated with a ballistic mesh that was making it quite warm anyway. The sudden coldness caused her nipples to harden in the chilly air. Able to breath, and move a lot better, she turned to her companion, "you don't mind do you?"
"Not at all. Make yourself at home, well as homelike as this place could be...."

The Kaiser extended a delicate, well manicured hand. "Greetings, Herr General. I am Joachim, Kaiser of Konigsreich. This is Raina, my Reichsminister of Internal Security and personal bodyguard," he said motioning to the statuesque dark elf. "The other lovely lady at my side is Gross Admiral Hanna Raeder, commander of the High Seas Fleet, who will shortly be taking over command of all naval matters for the Reich."
The Reichsminister said nothing, cooly regarding him with her violet eyes, while the admiral merely nodded. "What brings you to the Reich?" She inquired.

The Dictatorship Heirarchy stood on the top of the stairs, observing closely all their guests. However, they managed to miss the departure of a few certain guests (you could guess who :wink: ).

Der Fuhrer stood in almost perfect posture, however her time spent in a coma, did leave some consequences on her body. Her muscles had begun to atrophize, but the doctors and nurses did their best to sustain her figure. And such a fine job they performed, for no one who had previously known Der Fuhrer would be able to tell the difference; and for those that did know her, it would take a thorough observation to determine it. She still clutched onto Mathias, in fear that Mathias would "mysteriously" fall down the stairs again.

Mathias, however, was quite the contradictory scene. His body was slumped, unlike his normal straight back, and powerful stance. His mein seemed defeated. He gave off an air of defeat, of loss, of utter hopelessness. His soulless gaze scanned the guests, slowly and pointlessly. Everyone had brought guards with them. He would have laughed if it were physically possible for him.

Nos stood behind them, grinning at possible actions he could take. Nos was always planning something, and Der Fuhrer's ass in front of him was tempting........very tempting. Thinking, "Just one hit! Please just one! Come on.....just one!"

The three of them, observed all their guests. However, no one made the slightest move to move down the stairs. It was as if they were frozen in time, and their stares were the only thing that mattered.

The Dictorial Heirarchy began its descent downward. Der Fuhrer taking the first step; confident, bold, and fearless. She clutched Mathias, slowly pulling him carefully.

Mathias, grasping the rail for balance, stood next to her, but slightly behind her. His body seemed to just hang on without a soul and without a purpose.

Nos, a grin from one ear to the other, invisioned his next attack. He slowly worked out his game plan, as he descended the stairs behind them, starring directly at his target.

Mathias leaned most of his weight on Der Fuhrer. He was in pain, and just wanted to get down those stairs and as soon as possible. Nos followed at a distance, and Mathias suspected to hit the ground again.

Der Fuhrer guided Mathias slowly down each step, deliberatly taking care in her steps. Mathias, like a lost puppy, allowed himself to be guided. They were on the last step. Nos ran forward, his hand pulled back, and slapped Der Fuhrer right in the ass.

A loud slapping issued, followed by a woman's startled voice. Nos ran past her and turned his back toward the wall, facing her. Der Fuhrer, let go of her grip of Mathias. Mathias stumbled, but regained his composure. Der Fuhrer grabbed toward her back.

"Noskalenaeuroph," her serious voice sounded aloud. "You are lucky."

She placed her arm to her side. Her rifle was taken from her at the base. She regretted not having it now. Her lovely high powered sniper rifle, in a desolate base somewhere amid the darkness of Whitecastle. That rifle cost her millions. She regreted her loss.

Nos grinned as he rubbed his hand. "I guess you have a new meaning for hard ass. Damn...."

Der Fuhrer laughed, even Mathias grinned some, as Nos seemed to break into hysterical laughter. The three of them stood about at the bottom of the stairs, indulging in their inside humor.

A maid, holding a silver tray, with a bottle of Bourbon on it walked past Nos. He grabbed the bottle from the tray.

"To The Reich! To Mathias! To Der Fuhrer!"

He opened the bottle and began to chug it.

"SHIT," he said as it burned down his throat. "Good stuff Der Fuhrer!"

He placed the cap back on.

"Hey Mathias! Think fast!"

He tossed the bottle, Mathias turned his head toward Nos's call, the bottle smashed off the gryphon statue aside of him.

Nos laughed. The angered maid glared at him, another mess she would have to clean.

Der Fuhrer turned to the maid. "Another bottle please. But do keep it away from that child over there."

The maid nodded as she quickly retreived another bottle and brought it back to them. Der Fuhrer thanked the maid as she took the bottle and opened it. She took a glass from the tray and poured herself a glass. She handed Mathias the bottle, who took it without a word. He took a large swig from the bottle. The sensation revived his dead senses.

Visions of what he remembered in the bedroom filled his head. He took another swig and quickly headed toward a chair, accidently bumping into The Kaiser. He said nothing as he took a seat and took another swig.

A look of mild concern filled her face, but she realized that he was in no danger to himself. She reassured herself as she drank her glass.

Noskalenaeuroph, still in his robe, grabbed a bottle of Bourbon from the maids. He chugs the half of the bottle down, cooling the burning sensation with punch.

His intolerance to alcohol effected him quickly. He had a tendency to become drunk easily.

He walked around, swaying some, while holding the bottle of Bourbon outward.

"We are here to fight," Dalmir said to the Kaiser, "On behalf of the Riech in order to keep our allies from the total defeat that seems inevitable. Our might will soon be noticed by Dante."

OOC: Do i have to know you all in this thread, is this RP Private or closed? And secondly, if im allowed in, could i make an assisination attempt on Der Fuhrer Dyszel?

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Noskalenaeuroph swayed about, creating a scene, as he continued to chug the bottle of Bourbon.

Mathias, finished his bottle, and being incrediably tolerate to the effects, was capable of standing up and moving about just fine. However, do not be fulled, it was effecting him mentally.

Nos placed his bottle on a table and walked over to Dalmir. He grinned as he placed his hand on Dalmir's shoulder. "Wellllcometaadaa Reich," he mumbled as he stumbled some, clutching onto Dalmir's shoulder for support.

Mathias walked over now, seeing that Nos was creating a disturbance; his muscular figure quite intimidating. He wanted to make sure that Nos was not doing anything unacceptable by The Reich.

Meanwhile, the conductor struck up The Reich National Anthem (Anthem to Red Octobar). The dining hall doors were thrust open and a large ice sculpture of Der Fuhrer Dyszel was brought in. It captured her mein wholly. The sculpture was placed toward the enterence into the drawing room. It featured Der Fuhrer's unclothed figure, standing with her arms crossed in her front. Her straight back faced the people and her head was turned at an angle that she watched those behind her. Her face showed a dark expression, however, there also appeared to be a subtle vulernable aspect to it, but one could not distinguish it if they did not know Der Fuhrer's personality. It captured Der Fuhrer's very essence.

Der Fuhrer smiled in admiration of her crowd as she watched them bring in her surprise. She smiled, it was a perfect representation. "Thank you. You did a wonderful job. It looks just like me. I wonder why." Her smile spread across her face in appreciation of her people.

A man, apparently from Mathias's Guard due to the strict policy of uniforms and side arms (which are always at their sides and the safety off) came over to Der Fuhrer and whispered something in her ear. She nodded her head and followed him out of the room into the dining hall.

"And who might you be?" Dalmir asked the drunken man holding onto his shoulder. He turned back to the Kaiser, "Although I have no idea who he is, I apologise for him anyway."

Nos grinned at Dalmir, but said nothing.

Nos, who had a drink one too many, grinned as his mind filled with endless possibilities. The ice sculpture triggered some possible plans.

Right before Der Fuhrer left Nos whistles and yells out, "Now that is a good looking ass! Ain't," he laughed as he nudged Dalmir with his elbow. Mathias's grip tightened, sending pain down Nos's arm. Nos ripped himself from Mathias's strong grip and staggered his way over to the ice sculpture. He turned back to Mathias and grinned. Mathias stood there, almost glaring in pure hatred at him. Nos grabbed the ice sculpture's hips and squated down. He slowly stuck out his tongue and licked the ass cheek of the sculpture.

One of the artists yelled to him, but it was far too late. "Watch! That just came out of the freezer...."

Nos's tongue stuck hard to ass. He tried to pull away, but the pain stopped him. "Dasthm," he murmured, trying to remove his tongue from the ice. However, his attempts were futile.

Mathias's body slumped heavily, as if in a sigh, as he shook his head disapprovingly. He walked into the kitchen and came out with a cup of warm water.

Meanwhile, Nos created quite a scene, diverting all attention to his actions. People laughed in all over the room. The only one who really seemed to be aggrivated was Mathias. Nos was a lovable man, acting immature but never really offensive. He was like a child in a man's body. Nos was the jester of The Reich.

Mathias came back to Nos. He placed his gloved hand on Nos's forhead and slightly pushed back his head until Nos's eyes watered with pain. Taking the cup, Mathias slowly, poured the cup onto the spot where Nos's tongue was connected to the ice. Once he emptied the entire cup, Mathias pushed his gloved hand heavily down on Nos's forehead, causing Nos's head to jerk backward, removing his tongue from the ice. He lost some skin cells, but then again, who would not have?

Nos fell into a kneeling/sitting position. He looked to Mathias, his tongue sticking out of his mouth, bleeding just very slightly. In his still heavily drunken state, Nos slurred, "That didn't happen before....."

Mathias's glare sharpened as he turned his heel militantly, and walked away from Nos back into this kitchen. Nos was always making sexual comments concerning Der Fuhrer, enough to question whether they actually were intimate with each other. However, Mathias knew elsewise. Nos had a subtle way of bringing up secrets he knew about; and Mathias suspected that Nos knew about his past with Der Fuhrer. Not that it was secret that Mathias and Der Fuhrer were together at one point, but what happened between them was never really know.

Mathias, now sitting by himself in the kitchen, drinking from yet another bottle of Bourbon, stared off into space. He was staring at the wall in front of him as if something were there, but he saw absolutely nothing.

Nos, in the mean time, stood up and began to try and socialize with the guests again. However, they just laughed at him and patted him on the back. He went over to Admiral Hunny*Dew who was continuing her round abouts. Giggling, but still maintaining a serious tone, "Nos, you need to watch yourself here. You know Mathias's attitude toward this region. I think you owe him an apology. He seems to be angered about this, and I really do not blame him. No more drinking Nos. However, that was quite worth a laugh!"

Nos grinned as she hugged him. "My Nos, you really are something else." She broke off and smiled at him once more, as she made her way back toward The Kaiser and Dalmir.

Nos, thought about Hunny*Dew's words for a moment, and then decided to go into the kitchen, only to find Mathias slumped over the chef's eating table, his head buried in his left arm, and a bottle of overturned Bourbon in his right hand. Whispering, "Mathias....you awake. Yo! Bortniansky!...."

Mathias did not flitch the slighest. He remained in the same position, Nos neglecting however to notice the consistent rise and fall of Mathias's chest. He quickly ran up to Mathias. "Bortniansky! YO," he yelled, almost in complete fear (recalling the previous scene he overheard), as he violenting shook Mathias.

Mathias started as his eyes opened and he gasped for a breath. Nos nearly shit himself in shock. He could have swore Mathias was dead. He breathed a sigh of relief as he watched Mathias sit up straight and stare questioningly at him. Nos breathlessly, still recovering from his shock, "I.....thought you were......you know.....dead!"

Mathias unimpressed continued to stare questioningly at him. He released the bottle of Bourbon, which was still in his hand, and began to searh through the pockets of his uniform. Damn. He had forgotten to bring the only means of communication he was capable of. He just stared at Nos until Nos broke down and begun to speak.

"Listen. ALRIGHT! I'm sorry. Sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. ALRIGHT! Sorry! No one thinks less of the region you know....sorry," he blurted out loudly.

Mathias just stood up and walked away from Nos. He walked over to the cabinet and opened. The entire cabinet was filled with unopened bottles of drinks, hard drinks that is. He searched and produced a bottle of Vodka, since all the Bourbon had been removed for the party. He opened it and took a long swig of the bottle, allowing the alcohol to soothe his tense muscles. He walked back over to Nos and extended the bottle.

The whole time, Nos held his breath. It was really almost impossible to interpret Mathias's thoughts. He could not tell if Mathias was forgiving him or not, until Mathias extended the bottle. He breathed a sigh of relief and accepted the bottle (symbolic to forgiveness). He took a small sip from the bottle. He was really alcohol intolerant, and knew tomorrow his head would be hanging in a tiolet.

The two of them, mostly meaning Mathias, finished half the bottle before exiting the kitchen. Nos, holding on for support from Mathias, who was now slightly struggling himself to keep in perfect step, whether from the alcohol or the added weight, it was hard to tell.

They both move back into the social aspect of the party, well Nos mostly. Mathias was not a social person, and really many people did not blame him. Not only was it hard to socialize with someone who was incapable of speaking, but Mathias had an air of the past with him constantly. People took one look at Mathias and felt complete fear, sympathy, and pain. His was a symbol of the past and of perserverance. However, his figure did tend to keep people away from him. Not only did he bear a strong body, but his mein supported it.

> Doing this from her nation so don't get confused...I'm at her house and on her computer but too lazy to switch onto mine...

///Autumn looked about. The party seemd to be getting along. All she wanted was one chance to talk with Hunny Dew or DFD alone. She sat on her chair waiting patiently. Sooner or later one of them would stop by her...

"This is more like home than you'll ever know," Maydra whispered to her as she brought the car to a complete stop.
C9 smiled to Maydra. "Home. I will make this place home once more." An evil plot formed in her head. She knew exactly what needed to be done. And now, she was only moments from accomplishing it. She would take out the only obstacle that ever stood in her way. Mr. Bortnianksy would be destroyed. "Are we there yet?"
"No my dear, but there is something I have to do if I'm going to be of any use at all tonight," she purred touching her companion's thigh with a slender, delicate hand.
C9 grinned. "Well now……" She reached down and touched Maydra's hand gently. "I first have a question for you dear. How much do you hate Mathias?" She knew she would need as much help as possible to take this man down. One hit would never do the job with him.
"I don't even know him.... though I've been briefed a little bit about him. Tell me, how does he stand in Der Fuhrer's affections? Are they intimate?" The question seemed to carry something of more than casual interest.
C9 laughed uncontrollably. "Oh! Oh! Those two were once inseparable. That was, until Dante got ahold of him. Since then, Mathias has drifted deeper and deeper into to abyss of his own mind. He is brilliant with his plans, but since then Der Fuhrer and him have not even laid hands on each other. No one could really tell how intimate they were. Their sexual past was never really know by anyone." C9 let her evil laughter slip in. "But I would not worry about Mathias any longer after tonight!"
"You plan on killing him?" Maydra exclaimed in surprise.
C9's laughter showed her dark plans. "Kill Mathias! Never! NO, never. You have to be insane to attempt to kill him. No, I have far more worse planned for him! Killing him will only glorify him. NO, that is definitely what I do not want to do!"
"Well as long as your actions don't get me written up on a treason charge, I'll go along with you....." There was a note of uncertainty in her voice. "I love the Kaiser very much--I don't think I could bear disappointing him."
C9 reassuringly smiled and caressed Maydra's hand. "I would never let you fall for this. No one is going to know that anything was staged. It will be the largest bloodless coup ever in this region. Mathias needs to be stopped. A man with as much power and strength as him is not meant to lead such a great nation."
Maydra struggled to think through a conflicting sea of alcohol, hormones and lust. Not for the first time she wished she were her sister. Raina would've known how to handle this, would've known wether to exact future concessions, power, or just if she needed to put a bullet through the woman's skull, and return with the information of what she'd learned. When she'd left with C9, all she had wanted was a little bit of fun.....this was turning dangerous quickly.
C9's face became serious as she withdrew her hand and placed it on the window. "Mathias needs to be removed….for the sake of The Reich. That beast is no more a General that you or I! He allowed seven nations to be expendable. He calls himself a General. Where was the strategy and tactics behind that one! Deluded fool he is! He has served The Reich too long. He can't even talk! How could the most important military leader of this entire region lead when he cannot talk?"
Maydra recoiled from the woman's outburst. Despite her girlish appearence, she was a trained diplomat, and a veteran of the Reichsministry of information. "I'm sorry but this is exceeding my orders. I cannot assist you in this matter." She sighed. "I just wanted to have a bit of fun with you--why did you try to involve me in this?" Her face contained an expressin of sadness a human's couldn't have conveyed.
C9 frowned. "I thought you would assist in diverting the attention of the search. I wanted to thoroughly search Mathias's house, but I needed someone to cover for my absence. I thought you would be able to. I am sorry. I should not have gotten you involved. I just think we need a new military leader, that is all."
"I will need to leave, can you make it to wherever this lead on foot?"
C9 shrieked, "Oh please! Don't leave me yet! I can't go in there…..alone! I have worked on Special Ops, but The Depths of Hell is something I cannot do alone. Please….I just want to check it out. Please, come with me for just a while!"
"You want to use me, then have me accompany you!?"
C9 grinned, "Well, actually, I do tend to use people to gain a ledge on the matter, but I did not think you would be able to figure that out. I do not know you good enough to step over you. Though I must admit the prospect is quite thrilling. Let me guess…….you work for that sorry son of a bitch Bortniansky. Just my damn luck."
"I work for the Kaiser!" Maydra's pistol was in her hand. "Put the documents in the back seat--they will be handed over to Joachim. Then you can get out of the vehicle. I don't care which way you decide to walk. Just so you know, these rounds are mercury tipped, so don't try anything."
C9 held the folders tight against her and grinned menacingly. "I cannot allow official Reich business to fall into the hands of someone else. Moreover, if you kill me now then you have not exit out of here. The Red Queen monitors this area like a hawk and if she see that I am in any way threatened she will eliminate you. I believe I hold the cards now, so I suggest sucking it up, tagging along with me, or facing the wrath of the most powerful weapon in this region. It is your choice, but if I were you I would act fast." She opened the door, which slid upward, and slid out, although the aim was still trained on her. "Red Queen," she called out; the call echoing loudly throughout the underground highway. "Oh and do not think too long about it," she taunted. "If I am dead you will never make it anywhere close to the exit out of here."
"I may die, but I will not die a traitor! Long live Konigsreich, long live the Kaiser!" Maydra fired.
The bullet, aiming directly for C9's head, vaporized in air, as a blinding red light shot past her face, inches from it. An intense wave of heat caused C9 to back up in shock.
A little girl's voice, giggling, issued from seemingly nowhere. "Firing is not allowed in these halls." The voice directed itself into a form, a small child formed itself in front of the car. "C9 what is the trouble," she asked concerned. "I am locking the doors. You cannot get out now." As she said it, the sound of doors behind them began to mechanically shut. "Come and visit me," asked The Red Queen before disappearing again.
C9 grinned. "I guess you are coming with me! Do not worry. It will not be that bad……"
"You are free to go--I'm not going anywhere. I've failed the Reich and I've failed the Kaiser." Her hand moved to the stiletto kept at her thigh. "I would like some privacy if you don't mind
C9 frowned. "Now come on dear. This is uncalled for. I just wanted to find that so-called secret room in Mathias's house and now it has gone too far." She slid back into the car and placed her hand over Maydra's hand. "Please do not do this. Come on. I wanted to show you something. Come on, if you do this then what will your Kaiser think of you then? You have to live to honor him!"
"You expect me to trust you?! Never!"
The Kaiser will know if if I died this way it was for....a good reason; it is why we carry this--it's called a "dagger of Grace."
"If I had intended on bringing you down here to hurt you then I would have done it back when we first entered. Come on! I thought that you and I could make a friendship. I know I am not the ideal friend. I am sorry I have flaws. But what do you expect from someone who watched every single one of their friends perish on the battle field?" She began to feel remorseful again. Pain infused her mind. "I watched my best friend, my mother, my father, my entire battalion perish before my eyes! And that bastard Mathias caused it all….What would have you done? What would you do? Let him walk around like no one's life was on his shoulders……like no one mattered to him or remove him from a position that he does not deserve?"
"They were soldiers--they died for the Reich...casaulties happen in war. You are a soldier, C9. If you had to sacrifice a battalion or a division or a corps, would you hesitate?"
"My parents weren't soldiers. He didn't think about those innocent civilians when he released that Goddamned biochemical. He did not do single thing when Dante took COSP out of his care. He did nothing. He even did nothing to prevent Dante from taking over The Dictatorship. No he laid aside his weapons and surrendered to him. That man destroyed me!"
"We swore to give our lives to a cause greater than ourselves--have you forgotten that oath? Our lives mean nothing, C9, Only that of the states we serve. We took an oath to follow orders, and execute those unto death."
"Mathias is a beast! No one understands him mind. He took no oath. He took power and sent us to battle. He even left me the second he found out that Der Fuhrer survived the helicopter crash. How would you feel if you were with a man and he left you just because his previous love came back into the picture. WHY! He does not even love her. I love Der Fuhrer, do not get me wrong. I would never go against her word, but Mathias is dangerous."
"Mathias is General because it is the will of Der Fuhrer. I don't know your military, but in ours we follow orders to the end.... If we die because someone's decision, we died doing our duty. That is all that matters, C9--if you can't see that, you don't deserve to serve the Reich...You are letting personal matters override your duty. That is what I cannot, and will not allow to happen to myself. I would die trying to stop you, but I can't. I can kill myself which will allow those who find my body realize something happened... It may not be enough to stop you, but it's all I can do, and I'm willing to do my duty to Konigsreich."
"I did serve The Reich. I took my fair share of cuts and bruises. I even took one by my own teammate. But, ones mind differs when in battle, and especially with Dante. You begin to realize that is not about codes and order and oaths. That it is about the man next to you, and if he leaves then you are left alone. You learn that your partner is all you have. You learn that the region will go on, but you will not. You learn that Dante is cruel. Have you ever seen anyone who has seen him? Take Mathias, you come anywhere close to his neck and he freaks out. His heart stops and you temporarily paralyze him. Why? Because he learned that an oath did not help the region one bit then. He learned that his life was on the line and nothing, no morals or ethics, would save his ass. He learned that you trust your partner, no matter how evil they seem." She took a deep breath and continued. "Have you ever seen Dante's eyes?"
"No: The difference is I don't care if I die or not so long as the region does go on--that's what you can't understand C9."
"Dante's eyes are filled with the most malicious and cold thoughts in the world, and something deeper, a flame that burns within him, motivating him to continue. That flame is betrayal. Everyone cared about doing their duty when they did whatever they did to Dante. And look, it is that attitude that created the coldest blooded man ever. It was that attitude that you are expendable by your state that created Dante." She looked closely to Maydra. "If you die now you will never see what I am talking about. Do you want to die a blind person?"
"I will die, because it is the only chance of stopping you."
"Do you honestly believe that? No one will find your body. And even so I could have The Red Queen take care of the scene. It is no bother to me. It is you I am concerned about. If you want to do your duty to The Kaiser follow me and I will show you what no person could explain. Have you ever seen The Dictatorship outside of Stadt des Meeres? Moreover, had they found your body, you would just be added to casulaties list along with the rest of The Dictatorship."
There would be an autopsy--the mercury would be found--then they would know. What is it you are afraid of in there anyway? Something in the palce scares you C9; you don't really care if I do live or die, but you are afraid of facing whatever is in there alone. I have to wonder...."
"You want to know what I fear. Those damn eyes! I go to sleep every night, thinking of the next malicious act that he could possibly do. I go to sleep and see entire nations be vaporized. I go to bed and see my chest bleeding. And I find myself thinking....why? So we could give Dante more! The more friends we make the more victims we give him! I cannot walk alone ever. I feel the presence of Dante everywhere. I cannot take a breath without his venomous thoughts choking my lungs. I am afraid of him. Everyone in this region is terrified of him. Even our AI is afraid of him!"
"If I do die, maybe you will not be able to make out. That would accomplish my mission. I only fear one thing--failing my Kaiser. Seeing how you've already brought that about, I have nothing else to fear....or lose."
"Fine. I suppose a person makes one mistake and must pay for it always." She stepped out of the car, clutching her folders and began to walk along the halls. The sound of her heels clicked, but stopped not too far in front. "Well, if you want to see what I am talking about, the exit is right here. I just ask you to look once at this. Then, if you still feel you failed The Kaiser, I will not try and stop you! The least that could happen, would be that you die an honorable death at the hands of the actual enemy. Then again, if we crossed the actual enemy, neither of us would live to tell anyone."
Maydra's smile was sardonic. "If I die that way, nobody will realize anything aside from an unfortunate encounter took place--I'm not that stupid, C9."
"No, you are too naïve to realize that there is something out their besides loyalty. Until you face the enemy, the actual enemy, you do not realize how important and how real loyalty is. You are blinded by ideals without real meaning!"
"If that is what created you C9, then I'll happily forgo the expierence. There are some things worse than death, and what you have allowed yourself to become is one of them."
"I know."
"You understand the choice I make then. I really do not think taking my own life will stop you, but maybe it will be an example you will someday remember...and do the right thing when the time comes."
"In the end I am going to die and pay for everything that I have ever seen or thought. But now is not the time for either you or I to die. We still have matters to take care of."
"I'm sorry, C9, goodbye."
"NO! Not yet! Just wait a minute; you never heard my proposition!"
She drew the stiletto across her wrist.....
"The Kaiser will replace Mathias you know! Do you want to fail your Kaiser now? If you do this then you will never see your great Kaiser glorify himself; he will never get into that Dictorial Heirarchy if you do this now!"
She understood C9's words, but nothing that C9 could've said would have done a better job of convincing her to follow through. The blade sank in emptying its contents into her bloodstream. The cut wasn't deep, but the mercury would do it's job in a few seconds. She'd briefly made eye contact with Raina before leaving, perhaps that would be enough combined with what they'd find in her bloodstream would be enough....if not, she'd tried, she had indeed tried."
C9 laughed. "Well…..I tried. Fool, she will never know the importance of Kaiser now." She turned her heel, neglecting to look back and headed for the exit; the sound of her heel resonating with finality. "I hope you forgive yourself for the failure of The Reich dear; you have no idea what you could have prevented," she scathingly shot back, although neglecting actually to look back. She walked along the large open room and headed for a door. Her heels ceased creating a monotonous clicking. Her scream, blood curdling, issued along the walls. "Not The Depths of Hell too!"
The poison was working slower on her metabolism than it would a human. Mercury had been chosen becuase it was universally lethal, but it would take minutes not seconds with her different physiology. Maydra coughed. "Looks like the end of the line for both of us, then." She managed a laugh, even though it hurt her.
The sound of C9's body crashing to the floor also sounded off the walls, followed by heavy sobs. She was clutching the body of a dead soldier. She cried as she rocked the dead body back and forth. "No, why? Dante! What do you want from us?" She cried out heavily, still cradling the body. The main gates were wide open. She stood up, resolving her will. She entered the base, the brilliant light blinding her. She was in the far corner a body sitting up on a stretcher. She ran to it, the sound of her heels becoming less audible. Breathless, she reached Inferno, who appeared to have just woken up not too long ago. Another body, face down, laid next to Inferno on a separate stretcher. She saw the markings on his shoulder. "Tresckow," she whispered almost ominously. C9 grabbed Inferno, suddenly having no desire to search the base, and helped carry him out of The Depths of Hell. She held on tight, as he limped aside of her. She had to get back to the mansion now. She had to tell Der Fuhrer The Depths of Hell has been breeched.
Maydra touched the Death's Head emblem on her jacket; It held a tiny microrecorder in it that digitalized everything that the user heard--they'd all put one on before the party to analyze later on, hoping to pick something of interest up that their own hearing might've missed. Maydra's last words were "I love You, Kaiser."
"I am sorry this had to end this way. She laid Maydra down on the street and helped Inferno into the car. Informatively, like nothing had happened, "Inferno, have The Red Queen clean this place up."
Inferno spoke in his half daze, "Red Queen can you do us all a favor and get rid of that riff raff body there?"
The Red Queen appeared in front of the car. Giggling, "I see no body, what are you talking about. Traitor of The Reich?"
C9 grinned, "Yes, something like that indeed."
The Red Queen stood there giggling, as C9 got into the Diablo. She turned the ignition on and slowly backed up the vehicle. Facing toward home, the tires squealed as she reached 120 miles in a matter of less than 10 seconds. The car's speed increased to 200 in no time, as they cut the return journey in half the time
The Red Queen watched Maydra on the ground. "Poor child. Poor poor child," she spoke to her.
To Maydra's decaying vision, The Red Queen's visage looked like an angel. Far too weak to speak, she could only try to raise a hand to touch the hologram....
The Red Queen extended her hand to Maydra. "C9 used to be just like you my child. I do not know what happened. Poor child. Sleep, rest now..." She touched Maydra's cheeck, the representation giving a warm heat off.
The Dark Elf smiled. She wished she could speak, but no words came, so she took what comfort she could in the cold, dark, halls.
A bright red light filled the corridors as she quickly ended any suffering Maydra may have been facing.
C9 helped Inferno out of the car and up the pathway, making their way back to the mansion, the folders, still clutched tightly in her hands.

Wether by chance or design, the red beam the Red Queen used to end Maydra's suffering also destroyed the microrecorder. The tiny device could not store the information it held--instead the recordings had been transmitted to a reciever/storage unit located in her boots. Had Maydra been aware of this feature, the whole tragedy might have been avoided. Alas, that was not the case.
The destruction of the microrecorder also caused the reciever/storage unit to transmitt an alarm to another device strapped to the arms of several of the honor guards.
Lieutenant Blankenschiff rushed up to the Kaiser's party. "Sir, unit Delta Three has stopped transmission!" The short, stocky, blonde woman reported.
"Delta Three? That's Maydra; she left with the C9 woman," Raina informed the Kaiser.
"The signal we are recieving from the data storage unit indicates she should be close by--certainly somewhere within the building," the lieutenant informed them.
"Raina, stay with the Kaiser. We'll take half the guards and home in on the signal; hopefully this is just a malfunction," Gross Admiral Raeder ordered.
"Very well, Admiral. There should be a player in one of the helicopters--if not, we have several of them with the fleet." Raina's drew her sidearm. "Kaiser?"
"Let's find Hunny* Dew and explain the situation, maybe we can get some assistance--I'm certain she knows this place better than we do." Though he kept a calm voice, a look of concern appeared on his fine features.
"Jawohl, Mein Kaiser!"
Ten troopers formed up beside Admiral Raeder, using their fixed bayonets to make a path through the guests. Hanna would apologize later.
"I saw them depart through those doors," Raina pointed.
"Well what are we waiting for--Let's go!!" Hanna ordered; the group moved towards the doors at a brisk pace.

Admiral Hunny*Dew closely monitoring the activity of her guests, noticed a commotion. She rushed over to the scene.

"Excuse me, but what is the problem here? You have the guests in quite a flurry here. Why, you are acting as if someone were just killed." Her voice was not angered, nor forceful. There was grace in her growing concern. Her mein was carved in grace, so rarely anything she did lacked it.

In the mean time, C9 helped Inferno through the sleep quarters, and up the staircase, her heels once again creating a resounding echo.

She stopped at the platform that divided upward or out. She looked to where Maydra removed her boots. Muttering silently, "I tried to stop you."

She clutched the folder against her and made her way back into the large meeting room. Throwing the folders, all except the small red folder titled THE THIRD PROTOCOL. She stuffed that into the inside pocket of her military jacket and went to head out, while still assisting Inferno, who was limping terribly.

The sounds of many hurried footsteps sounded outside, past the concealed door. She creaked it open, seeing no one in direct sight, she slid out and silently closed the door. She found herself face to face with Der Fuhrer Dyszel. Der Fuhrer said nothing. There was no need to.

C9 breathed out loudly, "Der Fuhrer, we need to talk."

Coldly, "I believe we do."

Der Fuhrer turned around, her back straight, almost in perfect posture. She walked out of the room, C9 and Inferno following closely behind. She took them down the corridor and into another large room, also apparently used for conferences.

C9 looked up questioningly. "What will happen?"

Again, coldly, "The rest will be here soon. You are to wait with Inferno. I will be back."

Der Fuhrer turned sharply and left the room.

Mathias sat down on his chair again, vaguely taking interest in what was happening. His mind was spinning. Memories filled his mind, some erotic, others unspeakably painful. He just laid his head on his hands, the white gloves standing out in contrast with his dark military uniform.

Nos, unable to really think at all, acted on impulse. He stumbled around and made the most incoherent statements. His alcohol intolerance was as clear as day.

Mathias, finding the need to see Der Fuhrer, stood up again. He walked in search of her, passing a group of women who blushed at him. His gaze shot angerily at them, as they quickly turned their heads and giggled.

He grunted, unable to find Der Fuhrer or Admiral Hunny*Dew, as he headed his way back to the main room.

By that time, Nos had stripped his robe and threw it at one of the guest's body guards. He was skipping around, well as much as a drunkard could skip, slapping everyone's ass he came across, including Dalmir.

Nos's stupid grin shone through the room. "Come on everyone! What are you waiting for. We're going streakin!"

Mathias quickly made his way toward Nos, rather rudely barging into people and pushing them out of the way, including the group of women who previously were talking about him.

Nos skipped around Mathias, and raising his hand high, he brought it down with a hard crack on Mathias's ass. If anyone thought Mathias's gaze was cruel and angered before, there would be no words to describe the fire that igntited within him. His head spun from drinking far more than anyone at the party. Mathias shot him a glare that seemed to say Get the hell out of here now.

Nos still not sobering up at all, moved closer to Mathias. "Come on buddy!" Nos's purely obnixious at this moment, rubbed his "glory piece" against Mathia's leg.

Those who watched the scene, flinched before anything even happened. Mathias's mind snapped. His lifted his muscular arm back as far as it would go and powefully brought it back, smashing Nos across the face. Nos fell backward hard.

It took some to regain himself, as he watched little stars float around above him. He saw Der Fuhrer's ass in front of him and smiled, blood dripping from his mouth. He stood up, heavily swaying, and swung at Mathias. However, his fist made contact with the ice sculpture instead of Mathias. Nos cried out, much similiar to a child who stubbed their toe, "Owie owie owie owie owie!" He cradled his throbbing hand, momentarily neglecting the furious Mathias in front of him and the blood dripping from his lip.

Mathias lifted his arm again and powerfully smashed Nos across the face again, knocking him to the ground again. Nos looked up to see Mathias through a dark blur advancing on him still. He curled in the fetal position, cradling his hand, asking rather humorously, "Why you hit so hard?"

Mathias's white gloved hand, wrapped itself around Nos's neck. Nos's blood smearing itself on the glove. Mathias lifted his arm back for one last strike, one that would surely knock Nos out for a long time, if it did not break his neck.

Nos screamed out, everyone in the mansion hearing it, "NO DADDY! NO!" He raised his hands in front of him, his hands shaking, to block the incoming hit.

Mathias brought the fist down powerfully. It stopped inches from his face. Nos opened his eyes after awhile, expecting to be hit, to see Mathias's blood smeared gloved fist right in front of his face. He also saw that Mathias was no longer looking at him, but at someone else. He saw that Der Furher was that someone. Her arm was interlocked around his elbow, preventing Mathias from striking Nos.

Der Fuhrer had watched the entire scene. She interveined only at the last second. Their eyes were locked, but no amnosity could be distinguished. It appeared they said "I know."

In the mean time, C9 ran out of the room when she heard Nos scream. She entered the scene of the fight just in time to see Der Fuhrer release her hold from Mathias. She asked a nearby spectator, "What happened?"

The spectator whistles loudly, "Nos slapped Mathias's ass!"

Mathias stood up. Der Fuhrer turned and motioned to C9. C9 advanced and stopped in front of Mathias, who just stood indifferent to the scene that he created.

Der Fuhrer's authorative voice spoke out, "Take Mathias to his room."

C9 nodded and slipped her arm around Mathias's waist, guiding him up the main staircase toward his room in the right wing.

Der Fuhrer turned back to Nos. Sardonicly, "Nos, Mathias is homophobic. I forgot to inform you."

Some listening in the background yelled, "Too late now!"

Der Fuhrer smiled as Nos questioningly asked (the beating sobering him up some), "What happened?"

The same person yelled, "You got knocked the f*ck out!"

Der Fuhrer looked to Nos and spoke without almost humor in her voice, "Nos, Mathias could fight," as if informing him of something he did not just experience first hand.

Nos looks up, the room going dark. "Thank you!" He fell unconscious.

Der Fuhrer lifted his body and carried him onto a sofa and laid him down. He was curled in the fetal position, with blood smeared across his face, and dripping from his mouth.

She just shook her head and walked out of the room.

"Admiral, signal is spiking from over there!" The lieutenant called out.
"Well, let's check it out," Hanna ordered.
The guards moved ahead, their recievers eventually pinpointing the location transmitter after several minutes. "Over here!" Lieutenant Blankenschiff motioned.
"What the hell? These are her boots all right, but where is she, and why did she remove them?" The Gross Admiral shook her head as she picked up the boots. "Rinna," she said speaking to one of the troopers, "radio to the Kaiser's escort that we recovered the boots, but the Reichsambassador wasn't wearing them at the time... Iwant close escort of the Kaiser. We really don't know what is going on here. Also, radio the crew of the transport helicopter, and have one of them run the decoder in. Helmholtz, Werner, you're with me; the rest of you hold your positions." She moved to rejoin the Kaiser.

C9 opened Mathias's door with her left hand, for her right arm was wrapped around Mathias, supporting him. His weight pulled her down, as she stuggled with this burden.

The alcohol flooded Mathias. He could barely walk anymore, and his mind was a blank tunnel leading to no where. He just stared off as C9 drug him into the room.

She closed the door behind her, locking it. She noticed that bed was neatly made and the room cleaned, except for a small patch of blood on the ground aside of the bed. She noticed this, thinking of what had happened. She had no idea that Mathias tried to commit suicide.

C9 struggled to heave Mathias onto the bed, his weight was a burden on her. Once on the bed, still full clothed, Mathias made a distorted exertion of air as he closed his eyes, for the whole room was spinning. He fell asleep quickly, his chest rising and falling in the rhytm of sleep.

After a few minutes, of C9 standing their immobalized watching Mathias's chest rise and fall, she took off her shoes, and slid onto the bed herself. Mathais did not stir a muscle, not even cease the repetition of his breathing.

Her eyes were locking on him, as she was unable to remove her stare from the hypnotizing motion of his chest. She whispered quietly to him, "Mathias. Mathias." Becoming louder, and almost in a taunt, "Mathias. Mathias."

He stirred none. C9, slowly slipped her hand onto his chest. He still did not stir. She moved her hand down his chest, sliding it along the small buttons. He still did not stir. Mathias was out cold. She continued to stare and Mathias, as she leaned closer to him, slowly undoing the button of his pants. She slowly slid his pants down, he still did not stir.

"Mathias," she called. He laid immobalized on the bed, his chest rising and falling like an endless cycle.

She slid her hand down his boxers, black silk ones. She grinned wondering if he picked them out or not. Mathias made a snort/grunt as he gasped for air and heavily released it. However, he did not wake, but fell into a deeper sleeper, his chest rising much slower.

C9 removed her hand, and fished for the red folder in her jacket. She removed her jacket and tossed it to the ground, holding the folder. "THE THIRD PROTOCOL," she whispered to herself.

She opened the folder. An intrinsic map of the region was there. It marked the extent of which The Little Girl's power was the strongest. It also showed the release route of XGN. Another page revealed the possible effects of XGN. She turned the next page and a paper fell out. She picked it up. It was of Mathias's house, the layout of his mansion. There were so many concealed rooms that she was surprised she missed so many. One stuck out though. It was labeled Chemical Research Lab, on the third floor. A chemical research lab outside of The Depths of Hell in The Dictatorship was highly illegal. It was unfathomable.

C9 smiled evily. A henious plot instantly forming in her head. She had everything she needed now. She left the room, and stood at the top of the stairs. She signaled to a person, a young girl, who ran up the stairs toward her.

"Yes," she happily spoke to C9.

"I need your help," she grinned in return.

The both went back into Mathias's room, locking the door once again.

OOC:
Just so you know, any references to a penis will be referred to as a "glory piece" in honor of the wild inside jokes of The Reich.


IC:
The young girl went into an ajointing room of Mathias's. She sat on a sofa and began to draw pictures on a folder that sat on the desk in front of her.

In the mean time, C9 slid herself back onto the bed. Mathias was still out cold. She leaned over him and whispered in his ear, "Mathias." He did not stir the slightest.

She grinned, whispering into his ear, "Too bad you cannot hear me. You are going to pay for this all Mathais. I hope you like your death. You are going to be broken into a thousand pieces, and you will not be able to do a damn thing about it."

She slid his pants down to his ankles, revealing a long twisted scar the ran down his left leg. She slowly unbuttoned his top revealing, a clean pressed white shirt underneath. She grinned, as she ran her had up his chest, feeling the knotted and twisted scars. She made sure not to hit his abdomen though. She did not want to wake him, especially not like that.

She slowly kissed his lips, his slow sleep induced breathing intoxicating her. She licked her canine tooth, as she began to kiss him some more. She slid her hand down his boxers, and playfully teased him, although he was still sound asleep. She was enjoying herself too much.

She needed to arouse Mathias, how else would her plan then work. She slowly carrassed his "glory piece". He stirred some, but did not awake. She slid her hand down thigh, playing with his leg now. She loved playing with his body, she always had. She pulled his boxers down as well, again returning to playing with his "glory piece".

Mathias stirred some more and let out a deep breath of air, as he attempted to roll over. However, his injured side prevented him, and he remained on his back.

C9 whispered again, "Mathias. It is a shame you were too damn good."

She began to kiss his leg, moving her way up. Mathias stirred even more. However, the alcohol induced sleep was not to his advantage. She began to kiss his "glory piece." At the same time, she was removing her clothing.

Once nude, she crawled on him. She slid his "glory piece" into her mouth, an evil grin appearing on her face.

Mathias exerted air slowly, as she smiled at pleasing results.

C9 slid herself onto Mathias. She grinned, as he begun to stir awake.

Mathias awoke, his head still spinning from the alcohol. He felt C9 on him, kissing his lips, and violating him. He tried to push her off, but his strength was weakened majorly; from sleep, alcohol, and the previous beating he gave Nos.

He tried to push C9 off again. C9 grew angry. "Mathias, honey. You know you really should not do this. I am not ready for this."

Mathias felt like smashing her face in, if only he could. He went to hit her, when he felt her sharp nail place itself on his neck. His body paralyzed. He could not move, could not fight her, only lay there and allow her to violate him. He glared at her, as she kept her nail to his neck and finished her deed.

She smiled as she slid herself off of him. Mathias, moments from killing.

Devilishly, "Oh and honey. I did not hear you say stop. She kissed him one more time, before removing her nail from his neck.

Mathias lunged at her and she held up her hand.

"Mathias. I know about your lab."

He stopped dead in mid attack. He lay back down, feeling defeated once again. This time, he felt as if his sense of self were shattered shards of a once refined glass ornament. He felt as if his manhood no longer existed. What he had allowed happen destroyed him.

He lay on the bed staring senslessly at the ceiling.

"Oh and Mathias.......I have another favor of you."

Her grin was henious and malicious, taking on one of Dante's infamous looks.

The Kaiser, on his way to talk to Hunny* Dew found himself surrounded by guards with leveled weapons forming a circle around him. One of the guards reported the Admiral's news.
"I don't think we need to cause too much more of a scene than we've already managed--were it not for the fact that there are worse examples than us here here tonight, we'd look very badly indeed." As if to punctuate the Kaiser's words, the guests drew back from the menacing looking group.
The Gross Admiral arrived with the boots. "No sign, but there is some sort of passageway that leads somewhere, though I have no idea where."
Raina spoke. "Allow me to go alone, I can handle myself--you know that."
Joachim paused, Raina was her sister, but he couldn't just allow her to go running off. "Permission denied, Reichsmarshal. We need you here, and we need to stay together, we'll round up some of the local guards and go look. In the meantime, we'll analyze the data storage unit."
As he finished speaking, a pilot came through the doors carrying the decoder. "I'm sorry, but the thing seems to have gotten a bit banged up in the trip--the volume control is damaged."
"We'll make do with what we have," Raina answered. She took one of the boots and removed the heel; inside was a small box. Gingerly removing it, she placed it into the decoder; the volume control was indeed damaged, but it was stuck on high. The recorder began to play its contents.
The first part of the conversation was uninteresting enough, but the later contents had the group shocked. The Kaiser had turned a ghostly shade of pale, while the faces of Raina and the Admiral were unreadable. The guard detachment, keeping close watch on the stunned crowd were the most affected--tears glistened in many of their eyes.
For awhile afterwards, the Kaiser couldn't speak; the shock and the grief were too much. Finally, "Summon Der Fuhrer....."

The Kaiser, on his way to talk to Hunny* Dew found himself surrounded by guards with leveled weapons forming a circle around him. One of the guards reported the Admiral's news.
"I don't think we need to cause too much more of a scene than we've already managed--were it not for the fact that there are worse examples than us here here tonight, we'd look very badly indeed." As if to punctuate the Kaiser's words, the guests drew back from the menacing looking group.
The Gross Admiral arrived with the boots. "No sign, but there is some sort of passageway that leads somewhere, though I have no idea where."
Raina spoke. "Allow me to go alone, I can handle myself--you know that."
Joachim paused, Raina was her sister, but he couldn't just allow her to go running off. "Permission denied, Reichsmarshal. We need you here, and we need to stay together, we'll round up some of the local guards and go look. In the meantime, we'll analyze the data storage unit."
As he finished speaking, a pilot came through the doors carrying the decoder. "I'm sorry, but the thing seems to have gotten a bit banged up in the trip--the volume control is damaged."
"We'll make do with what we have," Raina answered. She took one of the boots and removed the heel; inside was a small box. Gingerly removing it, she placed it into the decoder; the volume control was indeed damaged, but it was stuck on high. The recorder began to play its contents.
The first part of the conversation was uninteresting enough, but the later contents had the group shocked. The Kaiser had turned a ghostly shade of pale, while the faces of Raina and the Admiral were unreadable. The guard detachment, keeping close watch on the stunned crowd were the most affected--tears glistened in many of their eyes.
For awhile afterwards, the Kaiser couldn't speak; the shock and the grief were too much. Finally, "Summon Der Fuhrer....."

The Kaiser, on his way to talk to Hunny* Dew found himself surrounded by guards with leveled weapons forming a circle around him. One of the guards reported the Admiral's news.
"I don't think we need to cause too much more of a scene than we've already managed--were it not for the fact that there are worse examples than us here here tonight, we'd look very badly indeed." As if to punctuate the Kaiser's words, the guests drew back from the menacing looking group.
The Gross Admiral arrived with the boots. "No sign, but there is some sort of passageway that leads somewhere, though I have no idea where."
Raina spoke. "Allow me to go alone, I can handle myself--you know that."
Joachim paused, Raina was her sister, but he couldn't just allow her to go running off. "Permission denied, Reichsmarshal. We need you here, and we need to stay together, we'll round up some of the local guards and go look. In the meantime, we'll analyze the data storage unit."
As he finished speaking, a pilot came through the doors carrying the decoder. "I'm sorry, but the thing seems to have gotten a bit banged up in the trip--the volume control is damaged."
"We'll make do with what we have," Raina answered. She took one of the boots and removed the heel; inside was a small box. Gingerly removing it, she placed it into the decoder; the volume control was indeed damaged, but it was stuck on high. The recorder began to play its contents.
The first part of the conversation was uninteresting enough, but the later contents had the group shocked. The Kaiser had turned a ghostly shade of pale, while the faces of Raina and the Admiral were unreadable. The guard detachment, keeping close watch on the stunned crowd were the most affected--tears glistened in many of their eyes.
For awhile afterwards, the Kaiser couldn't speak; the shock and the grief were too much. Finally, "Summon Der Fuhrer....."

*TAG*

Mathias lies on his back, sobered up some from the rape. He felt as if he were destroyed internally, as if his body was ripped into two and cast into the dust. He felt like he lost his manhood, his sense of power, and his control. He was just no longer himself.

C9's voice, much resembling the cold evil tone that Dante spoke in, called to the younger woman, "Sierra, please come here dear."

The young woman walked back into the room, she appeared to be only 16, give or take some years. "Mathias, this is Sierra!" C9's evility turned to Mathais, as she leaned over him and whispered in his ear. "And you will f*ck her and like it, or be executed for illegal research."

Mathias went to stand up, but she thrust him back into a laying position on the bed. "Did I say you could leave?"

Mathias, knowing what she said was true, and feeling completely lost and broken he lay there. He knew he would be executed if they found out about his laboratory and he would lose all his extensive research. His research was highly illegal in The Reich. He stared at the ceiling, succumbing to her evil plot. He had no other means of avoiding it. He could not think, it was beyond his abilities now.

He lay on the bed, C9's malicious grin filling her face. "That is what I thought."

The younger girl, not really sure what to expect, seeing a half naked man lying on the bed, and C9 speaking in tongues to him, slid on the corner of the bed. She wanted to sit, and was confused. She really had not conception of the evil plots of C9.

C9 whispered to Mathias. "Now, you are going to undress her and enjoy it. You are going to take her and not stop until I say. You hear me. The slightest misconduct of this and I will have your ass laid out for you."

C9 was desperate about something. She back up, and picked up her military jacket and slid it back on. She stood against the wall, adjusting a lapel on her uniform.

Mathias stared at her in confusion, until her eyes beamed at him, telling him to get a move on it. He did not know what to do, his mind confused and in pieces. He sat up, the young woman sitting on the bed, staring at the floor, unaware of what was about to happen. She felt awkward in the silence of the room, daring not to speak.

C9 shot Mathias an impatient look, as she turned, routing through the drawers, she produced one of Mathias's many handguns. She held it at the girl's head.

Mathias, unable to think, to comprehend period, quickly moved toward the girl. He grabbed her arm, rather strong and forcefully.

She looked at him in fear, sensing the horror in his eyes. Then, did she realize that something was not right, that something terrible was going to happen to her.

Mathias pulled her toward him. She slightly resisted, but Mathias was far stronger than her. She was wearing a short red dress. Mathias, placed his hand on the girl's shoulder. Seirra looked at him, horror in her face.

She tried to stand up, realizing quickly what he planned to do with her. However, she was jerked back onto the bed, as he caught her arm and wrenched her back. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but abruptly closed it and stared in her eyes, the fear of both of them interlocking.

Mathias slid his hand onto her leg. The blood stained white glove resting itself upon her pale skin. She shuttered and tried to break away, striking Mathias across the face. He did not flinch, so she struck him again, coming in contact with his face. Again he sat there, his hand slowly sliding up her leg. She grew angry, rage filling her. What the hell was he doing?

She clenched her hand into a fist and struck Mathias in the "glory piece". He exerted a loud breath of air, as he doubled over in pain. She made to run, but Mathias seized her arm again, creating her to jerk backward.

Snapping at him, "What the hell do you want? What are thinking about? Let me go!"

She went to pull away, his grip still strong, even as he curled into a ball on the bed. She struggled to break free of his grip, striking him repeatedly across his face. He straightened up and seized her other hand and pinned her down on the bed. He grew tired of being hit, but he took each one of them knowing he is going to deserve every single one and some.

He held her hands above her head in his left hand, as he used his right hand to hike up her dress and remove her panties. He did not get passionate with her, breaking C9's direct orders.

However, C9 was far too amused to care that Mathais was not making his rape a sensual experience, as she herself did. She laughed to herself as she watched Mathias pin her down and remove her panties. Thinking, "Oh Mathias! You are too good!"

Mathias slipped his "glory piece" into her. She let out a scream, which was quickly stifled by Mathias's other hand. She felt the crushing weight of his body on top of her, and a ghastly pain, as she let out tears of pain and terror. She cried, the sounds of her sobbing muffled by his gloved hand. The tears poured from her eyes as Mathias continued this unpleasant act.

Mathias, feeling shame and pity for his victim, he slowly removed his hand, and hoisted himself up, diverting his weight off of her.

She breathed slowly, taking in a deep breath, and let out a relieving breath. His crushing weight made the experience ten times worse than it already was for her. She closed her eyes, tears continuing to fall.

Her mind flooded with pain. She hated this man and what he was doing to her. She wanted to kill him right now. She hated him more than anything. Then, C9 filled her head. C9 was still there. She opened her eyes, tears blurring her vision.

"Help me! Oh God please help me! Sis! Please sis, stop him! HELP ME!"

C9 said nothing, unable to. Those words pierced her heart. She would never forget them. However, she stood against the wall and did absolutely nothing.

Sierra understood then. "Oh no sis, but why?"

Mathias hated himself. He regretted not putting that bullet through his head now, as he waiting for C9's orders. Never had he imagined himself stooping so low. But then again, he was no where near his normal state of mind.

Sierra, closed her eyes again. She slowly let her mind drift away from the pain of this world. She allowed herself to fall into a world of her own. A world, where this man never existed, where C9 never dreamed of obtaining power in The Reich. A world of none of her current pains.

Mathias could take no more of this. He could not do this to an innocent woman. He gritted his teeth and shot C9 the most hate filled glare he could muster.

C9 laughed at Mathias. She had accomplished her goals. Mathias was ruined. "Get off her you disgusting pedophile."

The words were like a sharp stab to his heart, and a reliving weight of his chest. He got up, but only managed to roll over on the bed. His anger clouded him, and his sympathy for the victim was overwhelming.

He placed his hand on her cheeck, feeling lametful for the young woman. She shuttered at his touch and curled into a ball, weeping heavily.

Mathias was so digusted in himself. He stood up, and redressed himself and walked out of the room. C9 laughted at him as he passed her. "Mathias, think fast!"

She tossed him the gun, he caught it barely. Wanting to pull the trigger, but finding it impossible to, he slid the gun into the back of his pants. He walked out of the room, anger welling up in him. He stood at the top of the stairs glaring at everyone, hating every single one of them. He descended the stairs, and stopped at the bottom of stairs.

INFERNO getting bored and left the conference room to find something fun to do hey it was a party was it not he thought to himself.

Mathias watched Inferno enter the room. He did nothing but painfully glare at him. At that moment, he hated everyone, every single one of those people in there.

He even found it in his heart to hate Der Fuhrer. He gritted his teeth, surpressing the urge to grab his gun and blow out his brains. The thought became more tempting, grower stronger and stronger with each passing second. But Der Fuhrer, the thought of Der Fuhrer kicking the gun out of his hand, prevented him. He hated Der Fuhrer for that. He hated her more than ever for not allowing him to kill himself.

Mathias took no notice to the commotion caused of the missing Maydra. He was too caught up in his unspeakable hatred of the world to take notice to anything, not even Inferno cheerfully advancing toward him, and Nos standing not too far from him, frozen in fear at the sight of Mathias.

Nos, when he awoke, came back into the room, only to find Mathias descending the stairs. Mathias was furious about something, and Nos braced himself. He timidly stood frozen in his tracks, staring, unable to remove his eyes, at Mathais who stopped at the bottom of the stairs, harshly glaring at everyone.

> Duh fuhrer! WHAT! MATHIAS! NO WAY! Thats harsh! Its good but its harsh! WOW! Never seen that comin...Damn woman! That was a great twist. C9 is so me...I know it. Your making fun of me...

///Autumn saw Mathias come down the stairs. He shot her a angry look and she got offended easily. After the base thing she couldnt take much of anything...

I've got to know...I've just got to know...

INFERNO walks up to Mathias and slaps him on the ass. Let the Fire Burn YA!!! "O Mathias its you!" He holds hand there and squeezes.

"O shit Mathias I'm guessing I shouldn't keep my hand here should I??? * brief pause* Don't kill me!!!"

At this moment hand has been there for well over a minute. INFERNO squeezes Mathias's butt again.

"Well Mathias it seems you've been working out!!!"

INFERNO calls to Nos to come over

Nos walks up and timidly says, "Hello INFERNO!"

INFERNO says to Nos "Hey! Will you hold my spot for me for a sec? I will be right back!"

Nos moves forward, as if to take Inferno's place.

Mathias sees Nos move forward. Beyond reason, beyond thought, unconsciously, with no consciousness at all, a seemingly fragile nervous string broke within Mathias. He snapped, an unbelievable amount of anger welled up in him.

Mathias, his face filled with the intensity of a flame of pure hatred, turned to Nos. Too fast for anyone to come close to preventing, Mathias struck Nos across the face, with an unspeakable force behind the hit.

Nos fell hard to the ground. He did not even see the fist strike him, but he sure as hell felt it. Nos tried to stand up, to find Mathias was already on him.

"NO MOMMY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Nos cried out at the top of his lungs.

Mathias descending on him, lifting him up by the throat and striking him across the face, slow and hard, vicious rage behind each power strike. Mathias's face, however was emtionaless. There was no rage, no more anger, nothing behind it. His apathic stare was locked on Nos as each strike stained his already stained gloves.

Nos could not speak nor defend himself. He was helpless in Mathias's strong grasp.

Nos slipped limply from Mathias's grasp. He fell to the ground. Nos, hitting the ground, resolved to try and crawl away from Mathias, only to feel the full weight of Mathias pin him onto the ground.

Mathias slammed into him, tackling him to the ground. He kneeled on the ground, withdrew his handgun and struck Nos in the face, before casually standing up like nothing had ever happened.

He slid the gun back into his pants. His gloves were twisted around his hands. He fixed them, straigtened his uniform like he had just fell, and walked over to the punch bowl, pouring himself a glass.

He walked over toward his seat, this time, running into a representative from Konigsreich. He spilled his glass all over the person. His apathetic stare locked onto the mess that was just created, before Mathias shrugged and sat down, placing down the glass.

A door was heard closing from upstairs, as the sound of footsteps heading toward the stairs echoed throughout the speechless room, who gawked at Mathias like he were a savage, the woman, moving clear of his path where he walked.

An elder man, walked into the house. He called out.

"An enemy plane has just landed outside of the city!"

However, his comment was quite ignored by the odd silence of that filled the room, and the locked gazes on Mathias. He too turned toward the center of the scene. It was Mathias, as if he could not have figured.

He mutters, "That man creates a scene wherever he is."

However, his comment was disregarded just like before.

The footsteps upstairs stopped and a thin slender woman in a messed up uniform, her shirt barely buttoned, her skirt wrinkled, her jacket, ill appriopately place on, hair knotted, stood on the top of the stairs, tears in her eyes.

All she could do was point to Mathias.


OOC:
I am waiting until Queen Surukai enters until I finish this one. I want her character to hear this!

.::TAG::.
This is a TAG because Nanakaland, with DFD's permission, will get involved later.

OOC:
Queen Surukai, I am going to momentarily play your arrivial. From there, you could play your response.


IC:
Queen Surukai landed outside of the city, to be surrounded by an anxious crowd, who looked on with the utmost interest and hopes of the end of a war.

However, seeing Queen Surukai, their previous hopes no longer mattered. A flood of pure joy and happiness flooded over the people. Queen Surukai is back, Der Fuhrer is back, and The Reich is on its feet. It no longer mattered whether they were winning or losing the war, their leaders were home.

Many people ran from the crowd and embraced Queen Surukai. An extastic mother ran up to Queen Surukai. "You must go to Mathias's House! There is a party of some sort there! Hurry, you must go!"

She gently grabbed Queen Surukai's arm and escorted her to Mathias's mansion. The guards stopped them, as was their duty. However, seeing Queen Surukai, they withdrew from the path and allowed her to enter, as they swept the ground in the most respectful bows they could give.

Queen Surukai opened to door, only to see a woman on the stairs pointing at someone, and about two seconds from shrieking.

In the mean time, C9 let out the most serious and well played shriek one has heard. It was completely deceptive. There was no way to find a hint of falsity in it.

"RAPIST! SICK PERVERTED RAPIST PIG!" She was shrieking while crying, still pointing her finger at him. The entire room turned their attention to her as he broke down and cried. "You sick disgusted pig! You rapist pig! I hate you! YOU RAPIST! You sick bastard! Disgusting son of a bitch!"

Admiral Hunny*Dew stopped dead in her tracks. She rushed back over to see what was going on. She saw Mathias sitting on a seat, a look of apathy on his face, while C9 shrieked from above about rape. She could not believe this.

Der Fuhrer also saw the event. She heard the words, but could not believe them. There was no way she could believe them, especially since she had known Mathias intimately. She stared at Mathias, whose face was still apathetic. Everyone's glare was locked on him now, yet he stared up at C9.

Mathias stared up, then brought his eyes down, catching Der Fuhrer's stare. That is when it hit him. He betrayed The Reich. He felt a pain, fear, complete horror and shame well inside of him. Upward he turned his stare, that seemed to say, "I am sorry Der Fuhrer. I really am."

Der Fuhrer caught that look in his eyes, still refusing to believe it. She could sense the pain and misery in Mathias. She knew that something had happened to him. She knew that he was feeling shame about something, but C9 was not the answer.

C9 fell into Admiral Hunny*Dew's arms, who had went up the stairs to try and calm the tense woman. She held C9 in her arms, as C9 wept heavily.

The man at the door was shocked, speechless. He stood there staring at C9 and Mathias for a long time, unable to do anything at all.

That was......until a young girl, shakily walked before C9 and Hunny*Dew, blood dripped down her leg, she fervishly shook, unable to control herself. Her cheecks were stained with tear streaks, and many of them. Her face expressed pure betrayal and pain. She was in pain obviously, both mentally and physically. She fell to her knees before even saying anything, the tears flooding her again.

The room was completely silent again, and people stared confused. Amid the silence, in which no mouse not leave stirred; amid the choking sobs, the timid and hysterical voice of the young girl broke out. "He.....he......he........did......this to me.........."

Admiral Hunny*Dew quite shocked, released C9 and gently held the young woman's shoulders. The young woman was incapable of looking up to Hunny*Dew. Hunny*Dew's sweet compassionate voice soothed the room. "Who my child? Who did this to you?"

Der Fuhrer, already fearing the answer, watched the girl's gaze run across the room and locked itself quickly, falling away instantly in betrayal. Her fragile hand lifted itself, extending a fragile slender finger, pointed in the direction of Mathias.

Mathias, feeling the sharp glares on him, stood up abruptly, shame blinding him. He pushed his way past people and headed for the door out of the house.

The old man, broke. Rage filled him. He saw Mathias get up, as if the vile creature was going to walk out of here. Mathias barged right past everyone, pushing them harshly out of the way if they stood within his path. The old man, however, stood before him.

The old man was horrified. Mathias, MATHIAS, of all people.

"Mathias, you sick pedophile! You raped my daughter! I'll kill you bastard!"

The man lunged at Mathias and grabbed him by the throat. Mathias, unable to fight back, felt the grasp tighten not only around his neck, but the thick scar that ran across his neck. The scar of his defeat.

The man took notice to Mathias's handgun and seized it and held it to Mathias's head. "I'm going to kill you YOU SICK PEDOPHILE!"

Der Fuhrer's voice broke the scene. Her voice was cold, with no element of compassion or care at all in it. "Drop the gun. Release him. This is not within your power to end Leuitenant."

The older man went to drop the gun before Mathias seized it in his strong overwhelming grasp. Nearly breaking the man's wrist in the process, he managed to retrieve his gun. Mathias slid the gun in the back of his belt.

He went to shove past the old man, when Der Fuhrer's cold voice ordered aloud. "Stop him."

Mathias did not stop and continued to walk on, without looking back once.

>Edit: My post came to late to say my entrance. Please ignore it if you have already read it. Take Der Fuhrer's post.<

Surukai looks at the crowd, dumbfounded. She can only stare.

Dalmir's men had by this time gathered around him, none of them knowing what to do.
Dalmir wanted to know what was going on here, "Leutinant, stop him, but don't kill him. The rest of you with me."
He turned to the Kaiser, "Perhapts we can be of service in you search?"
The Leutinant, a big man, ran after Mathias, and when he caught up with him (assumeing he catches up with the drunken man who is out of his wits) he used rifle to take Mathias's legs out from under him, then pointed it at him, "Stay down."

Mathias, almost out of the door, felt his body crash to the ground. He felt a dull throbbing pain as his legs swung upward and his back made hard contact with the marble floor.

He exerted a long painful breathe as he watched a rifle being raised to him. He dared not to move, for the pain was too much. His wounds seered with pain from the hard impact on the cold floor.

Der Fuhrer stared the action. Her cold voice rising above the eerie deathlike silence of The Reich. "Thank you sir. Your actions will be commended."

Her cold gaze, now infused with the slight pain of the past, locked themselves on Mathias's unmoving buff body. She could barely look at him, for the pain of a thousand memories flooded her mind. [aside: sounds like a good idea for a new thread! :wink: ]

From the silent room, a soul violen started up. The violenist playing the song of "My Immortal" (by Evanescence). The song is soley played my the mysterious violenist until a sole choir soprano chimes in. The duet sounds majestically over the silence, creating a somber mood.

Mathias's painful physical and mental stare locks onto Der Fuhrer. Their entire past together relived in those few minutes that Mathias lay pinned on the ground with Der Fuhrer standing over him authorative and vulnerable.

"Mathias," she whispered, more to herself than to him.

Mathias, trying to sit up, but finding it better to just lie there and accept the shame that he himself had created, looks up to Der Fuhrer, their eyes locking in an inside internal understanding.

Der Fuhrer watched as Mathias's painful stare seemed to convey a deep lametful apology. It was if his voice sounded in the room, traveling along the somber tone of the music. It seemed as if Mathias himself had said, "I am sorry" or "Please forgive me."

Der Fuhrer could say nothing, as she stared deeply into the fallen criminal. Her mind could not accept the truth. She could not help thinking if he was the criminal or the victim. She cursed herself for not being stronger, for allowing herself to feel sympathy and remorse for Mathias, although knowing clearly that C9 could not have done what had been done to that poor young woman.

Der Fuhrer's cold voice sounded, blending in lightly with the music. "Why?"

Mathias could no longer look at her. He turned his head, his scar distorting terribly. Tears flooded his eyes. Tears of shame, betrayal, and complete failure.

Der Fuhrer dropped to comfort him, however C9 rushed down the stairs, and struck Mathias in the ribs with her heel. She kicked him hard and furiously many times before Der Fuhrer stood up and restrained her.

Coldly, "C9 stop this at once."

Screaming, "The sick pedophile raped me and my sister! The both of us! He let his vile pervertedness violate us! Die you son of a bitch!"

She struck him once more in the ribs, hard and cruel. The sickening sound of a crack snapped the air. She gasped, as Mathias withered in pain, and exasperated a loud breath of pain. He gritted his teeth, fightly the urge to shoot her with the gun, which was previously digging into his back.

Der Fuhrer spoke coldly again, "Apprehend him and take him out of here."

She motioned to one of Mathias's gaurds, who stood paralyzed at the sight of their loved leader still lying on the ground, wincing in terrible pain.

The guard came over, with a wrench and a pang, but still came over. He removed a pair of strong cuffs. He did not think twice about what he was about to do, knowing well if he did he would stop himself. He slid his boot under Mathias, turning him onto his chest. Pain infused Mathias, as he struggled to remove the weight off his broken ribs. However, the guard slammed his boot on Mathias's back, thrusting him back onto the cold floor.

Mathias grunted. He felt his arms wrenched behind him and cuffs tightening around his wrists painfully, almost cutting off all circulation. The guard struggled to lift Mathias, but with aide from another guard, they both managed to pull him up.

The last public scene of Mathais would be etched into those who have seen eyes, as Mathias supported and escorted by two of his own guards stopped before Queen Surukai. Mathias looked up, his eyes watering, blurring the sight of the lovely Queen in front of him. He had not wanted her to see him like this. He ripped free from the grasp of the guards with surprising strength, and moved forward. He fell into Queen Surukai, more or less nonintentally, knocking her back just a bit, before she regained her footsteps.

He felt like Queen Surukai was a maternal or sisterly figure to him; someone he could tell anything to. He rested his head on her bossom and let out his tears. He felt like he betrayed her so much, just as much as he felt he betrayed Der Fuhrer.

He wept, much like a lost child, on Queen Surukai's bossom. His body slowly heaving and collasping, each breath creating a darkening pain. He could not tell if Queen Surukai was appalled, for his mind was becoming increasingly darker.

He felt his body fail, as he collaspsed. His eyes closed, the room went dark, and all sound ceased, taking the pain with it.

INFERNO watching the whole scene...runs up next to Der Fuhrer!

It looks as if he has something to say yet he cannot not form the thoughts in his head to make any!

>Der Fuhrer, props for that post, me loves it so much. Note: post takes place few seconds before Mathias is lead to her area.<

Surukai felt a writhing pain in her head as she heard the line "The sick pedophile raped me and my sister!" sound out. The rest of the sentence was just a blur though. Like losing a friend to some unstopable force or accident. A singe tear streamed from her eye, creating a dark path through her now light complexion. She watched one hysterical girl beat him in the ribs, another tear falls, the guards cuff him, another tear falls, the lift him up and lead him, to what seems, directly to her.

She sees the guards stop, the image of Mathias falling to her was etched in her mind forever now. He was crying to her, and she could not bring herself to look at him, he hand raised from her side, and rested itself upon the fallen Mathias. She stood there, almost comforting him in some subliminal way, and only realized he wasn't there after her hand fell back to her side. She looked down to see the man collapsed on the ground, handcuffed and broken.

As she turned her head to the side, and locked eyes with C9, she spoke in an almost whisper, "This could not be our Mathias." Her glaring stare turned to nothing but a blurry mosaic as tears filled her eyes.

INFERNO standing there enraged at the sight of his fallen ally, lying on the ground in handcuffs a poor broken shell of the past self he once was, how could this be the man he grew to think of as an great warrior?

INFERNO looks at at c9 how could she say such a lie, about such a great hero? Y would she lie he is such a noble man.. but the child she wouldnt lie about such a thing. But how, what could make him do such a thing? Make him ruin himself in the eyes of Der Fuhrer?

INFERNO stands along with Der Fuhrer. INFERNO looks over at the distraught Queen Surukai standing next to the fragments of the fallen Leader of the Reich...


http://aces.tabulas.com/ultimate_apoc/INFERNO.jpg

OOC:
Inferno will need some editting on his post. He misconstrued some facts.


IC:
The guards, regaining themselves from Mathias's outburst (which would surely not be the last), seized his limp body from the ground. Creating the least scene possible (if that were possible with Mathias) they escorted him to Stadt des Meeres's prison, which at one time was the best prison until The Depths of Hell was equipped with one.

The doors were closed on the scene of Mathias's exit, leaving the party in a long drawn out eerie silence.

Meanwhile, the guards drug Mathias into the city. People, for once, were bustling about, filling the streets with animate conversation......a hope reborn. They smiled and cheered, as two of The Reich's finest leaders had come home. Maybe, it was a home that did not exist, but the people called it home. Home, was a nonexistant place anymore in The Dictatorship. To the soldiers, it seemed each time they found a home, it was eradicated the next day. It was a ceaseless parade of events, each bringing its own resounding trumpet of victory or retreat. More often than not, it was the latter.

The people saw the guards, and assumed that they were coming to bring news. The people neglected the heap of a man being carried by the guards, but only saw the guards, their uniforms shining from a hundred battles like I albatross of survival. They had survived.

Children flocked to the streets to greet the guards. A happy and eventful air seemed to flow through the city like a peaceful stream on a hot summer noon. The wave of happiness and blissful thought, contagious to even the most battleworn of the people, created unsurpressed smiles amoung the crowd. For once, there was happiness. For once there was hope. For once......there was life!

The guards, struggling to keep Mathias within their grasp, for his weight seemed to pull them down as well, looked into the blissful happy crowd, beginning to form closer toward them. There thoughts were filled with a forelorn loss. The people did not know what had happened. The people only knew Der Fuhrer and Queen Surukai were back. Nothing else mattered the them. Nothing......but the new found belief of hope.

The guard cried out, an expressionless plea, "Do they not realize what they have just lost?" The accompanying guard looked to his companion. The pain of the loss of Mathias would mean alot to the people, later in life, when they would need him the most. They knew that at the moment, Mathias could not mean much to them, he was just a General in Der Fuhrer's Army. They could not see that Mathias was not a General in any army, but The Reich Army. He was a genius of war, who knew how to hit the enemy, and how to hit them hard. Now, though, The Reich lost this. What seems so unimportant now would be the largest loss of the future. A lose, which select few would be able to fully understand.

The crowd reached the guards. There happiness welling up like a tsunami, about to crash. The happiness at its zenith, struck the ground, washing over the guards, like a crushing death. The people stopped.....just plain stopped. Mounted so high was their believes that they had nothing to say at the sight of a clearly recognizable Reich Official in cuffs, unconsciouss, and broken. Their jaws dropped, the sound of the eerie Dictatorship silence swept in like a silent venom of some unseen snake. No on anticipated this, no one at all.

A Special Ops soldiers, who is none but nameless, stepped forward in disbelief. His voice, sounding like a drum within the bone chilling silence broke out, "Mathias? What the hell? What the hell are you doing to him? Let him go! If Der Fuhrer sees......"

The left guard, cut in so sharply, his informative squeel slicing the cover of the drum, "Der Fuhrer ordered this."

The crowd, frozen with a lack of emotion, stood about, incapable of grasping this. Der Fuhrer ordering Mathias......Mathias of all people..........Der Fuhrer ordering him to be arrested. Something was wrong, something they could not fathom.

The guards pressed forward through the silent crowd. The crowds eyes locking on them, like strenuous exertions. No one could possibly accept this fact, that was no one that knew what had happened. The moment would come though, when The Reich would hate Mathias, but at the moment, his last ounce of respect was like a magnanmious sparkling tear drop in the night. Mathias, was uplifted in that moment, perhaps a false uplifting, but it was still there. Mathias.......was martyred in that moment. Perhaps, only to fall much farther from grace in the future, but at that moment, he was a sacred lamb of the crowd.

The guards entered the prison, which had not been used for so long, that people forgot it had existed. The last person held in the prison was held there before the war, for the crime of vandalism while intoxicated. It was a shame that such a fine man of The Reich was reduced to something lower than ground which people walk on.

The corridors were silent, creating an abyss of unpleasurable silence. The gloom hung stale in the air, hanging like a cloud that seemed not to have moved all afternoon. The solitary isolation section of the prison seemed most welcoming to this befouled martyr. The guards, spending no more time then they wished, thrust Mathias onto the hard cold floor. They quickly slammed shut the door of the cell and locked it. The could not tolerate betraying Mathias like this, but they had no other choice. Mathias was no longer the man he used to be........he was a criminal, no better than Dante himself.

The guards fled the prison, nearly running through the immobalized crowd back to the mansion. They could not bare this torture any longer. Their knees feverishly shook with a dreary fear, that settled deep within their bones, as they stumbled onto the thrushold of the mansion. Finding themselves a failure to Mathias, they sat outside the mansion, refusing to enter, in shame of their betrayal.

The crowd, still dumbfounded, headed toward the prison, by some mysterious force that seemed to push them onward. The Special Ops soldier tried the door, but the guards had locked it. Mathias was locked in, while the world was locked out.

And amid the silence, Mathias lie on the hard cold ground, his face pressed against the floor, his head turned to the side, his hands bound behind his back, his body sprawled like fallen angel; unconscious and shamed.....lying on the floor, in complete isolation....

OOC:
This is the link, in which the trial of Mathias is going to take place. Read the regional board for more background about the trial.

http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=127981&highlight=

ooc/ oooo! Scandalous!

OOC:
This is a very important matter to The Reich. It is going to lay down the foundations of a serious power struggle in The Dictatorship. Scandels......yes, plenty. Just wait, The Dictatorship is going to have so many conspiracies and scandles it is going to be a riot!

:twisted:

C9, tears streaking down her face, stood staring at everyone, still restrained by Der Fuhrer. Der Fuhrer let her go and she stormed off out of the building, cracking the gaurds sitting outside hard with the door she thrust open.

No one was capable of saying anything. It was as if there was nothing anyone could say. The crime and thoughts were unspeakable.

Der Fuhrer's gaze ran along the room, as if looking for an answer from someone, but none could be give. Nos, still lay in a crumpled heap on the floor. No one dared to disturb him.

Mathias was gone. Arrested, and not to be thought of.

Queen Surukai stood shocked, confusedly staring out.

Inferno stood, his glare following C9 out, and continuing to lock onto the now opened doors.

No one said a word.

Der Fuhrer looked around the room, closely observing the guests, looking for someone.

Her cold voice spoke smoothly along the silent room, "Tell me where Atticus is. I must speak with him. I need to know what happened during my absence. Apparently, I missed something."

She turned cooly, her back toward the people, as she headed toward a table. Her hand, slightly shaking for unknown reasons, fought hard to pour a glass of Bourbon. She looked at the glass, before downing it. He placed the glass down, a clinking sound echoing through the room.

No one had answered her, and she was growing impatient.

Coldly, with a hint of anger, "I said tell me where Atticus is."

Again, an awkward ominious silence filled the room. No one could find it within themselves to answer.

She poured herself another glass, full to the brim. Quickly, she finished that glass, placing it down hard on the table again.

Anger welling within her cold voice. "Tell me where Atticus is, right now."

In the mean time, Mathias stirred awake. He his face pressed against the cold ground, his hands bent behind his back. However, he made no attempt to move. He just lie there staring at the floor, the silence overpowering him.

He drifited into a land of delusions.......a land of the past.

Mathias bellowed orders, pointing this way and that, walking back and forth in his neatly pressed military uniform. He ordered the immediate evacuation of the nation; the entire evacuation of the civilian population of The Dictatorship. The flights began evacuating the people while Mathias stood by watching The Dictatorship flee before his eyes.

The nation was evacuated...or so he thought. The intense bombing runs began. The Capital Building blew into shards with him in it. He felt his body pinned between two large heavy oak desks. A large broken pane of glass inserted itself into his abdomen, as he let out a grueling cry of pain. His hands stretched themselves along the desks as he tried to free himself from his personal torture chamber. No good.

The sound of heavy boots trudged along the remenants of the corridors in the building, making their way toward Mathias. A gunshot fired outside. Helicopters were also heard. Mathias saw a person.......a familiar flag.......a gun to his head......then darkness.....

Mathias was asleep again. He drifted out of consciousness amid his recollections.

At the same time, however, C9 rushed out of the building annoucing to the whole city about Mathias's pedophilia and perversion. The people were shocked. But, they believed her, especially after seeing Mathias arrested.

A deep dark burning desire to kill sparked within them. They wanted him dead now. His glorification......shattered.....

The enraged crowd, upon learning of Mathias's crime, flocked back toward the jail. C9 fed them a detailed account of what had happened, inflaming the public's minds.

Thoughts of an execution or castration filled their minds. A young girl........they would make Mathias pay.

Within the party, amid the silence wherein no one would answer Der Fuhrer's question, Admiral Hunny*Dew momentarily left the building. She was curious as in what happened between C9 and this Maydra, and she wanted questions answered.

She heard C9's speech to the people, telling of Mathias's dark crime. She could do nothing to stop C9 however. The people were enraged. She feared Mathias's life.

She found Mathias's gaurds and demanded they take her to the jail. Although, with no real power over them, they obeyed her orders out of the utmost respect.

Together, they took Mathias from the jail, in where they found him in the exact some positon they discarded him in, and headed toward the small airport. They took Mathias's small jet plane, personalized for him, although it has not been touched for the longest of times. They headed to another nation, knowing exactly where to go, someone Der Fuhrer recommended.

OOC:
Sorry this sucks, do not have time for anything elaborate.

///Perry strolled into Stadt after he landed. He walked about the streets which were deserted. No one was around they were all flockin about the prison. He saw the large house and grinned. That is where she had to have gone. It was the only place fit for a queen.

He didnt knock just walked in. The place was silent as he slammed open the doors.

Surukai

Der Fuhrer's ice cold stare looked itself upon the new comer. This new comer who was in nothing but a thin towel. She laughed in her sniding manner and poured herself another glass.

"Tell us your name sir."

She walked over to the man, extending the glass.

"Do not be upset if Queen Surukai stood you up. You do not seem to be her type anyway."

Der Fuhrer grinned and handed him the glass.

"Drink up."

Dalmir turns to his Leutinent, "Something is not right here, aside from the men in towels and such. There is somethings else..."
"I agree sir," the Leutinent mused, "The only question is what."
"What indeed," Dalmir thought, "I starting to regret even moreso that we entered this war. How can you fight what you cannot see, and cannot name?"

Dalmir quickly goes over the last few moments events this is not right, it makes no sense, unless...(you cannot acess these thoughts at the current time due to foreshadowing issues :) )...That must be it, or something like it, that's the only way this could make sense.

Der Fuhrer locked her eyes onto this new comer. She had not once yet seen him in The Reich. Assuming he was a foreigner and a former acquaintance that Queen Surukai tossed aside, she held a manner of almost shrewd mockery.

She thrust the glass into his hand, grinned an impartial yet sniding grin and quickly turned her back to this person. She had no conception of who this man was, for spending years in a coma did leave some facts out of her memory.

She coldly walked back to the table, poured another glass, and lifted it.

"To The Reich."

A menacingly flitter of eye contact locked itself on the new comer as she quickly downed the glass. In times like these, the higher position you held, the more likely you were apt to turning to alcohol to calm yourself.

Her eyes surveyed the room once again, taking notice to another person she had not met before. A puzzeled expression shifted across her face. There were too many strange faces here. She barely recognized anyone. The one face she recognized the most had already been carried off in cuffs. This event was not looking promising to her. She began to grow uneasy.

She shifted her stance, and placed down the glass. With firm determination she headed toward one of these new faces (Dalmir). She extended her hand rather coldly, in her usual welcoming manner.

"I do not believe I have met you. Welcome to The Reich. You must share with us whom you represent."

Her eyes, resuming their cold penetrating, locked themselves onto Dalmir's. In an instant, her entire thoughts of pain, anguish, lose, agony, and determination passed between them both. She would not let down The Reich.

INFERNO walks up to the bar and grabs a bottle of Vodka. this should help me alittle. INFERNO rips the cap off and throws it away from him

INFERNO: Wont be needing that again!!!

He walks around the room trying to hear any of the conversations going on around him but for some reason it all seems like nothing but noise and grumbles....

Trying to hard to hear anything INFERNO walks into a crate and falls to the ground he quickly tucks and goes into a roll not spilling any of the Vodka in his bottle. he stands up looking around he notices no one has seen it at all so he just walks away as if nothing had just happened there...

///Autumn froze in horror at the sight of Perry entering the room. This was not good. She got up from her chair and walked over to Der Fuhrer.

I must know...tell me...is Dante...alive? You lived...is it possible that he lived...I've got to know...please...before its too late...

She frightfully looked about...Perry was standing at the door drinking the class and glaring at everyone in there. There was no time. She had to know.

Please...hurry...

Perry finished the glass. Turning down a good drink wasn't something anyone in the region did. He looked about and locked his eyes on Surukai.

Surukai...

Dalmir takes her hand in a political manner, and not knowing exactly what people in the land were to do in this situation, bowed and kissed her hand lightly, "I am Dalmir, High General of Dictators Paradise Armed Forces, at your service. I assume you are Der Fuhrer Dyszel? In case it interests you, which I am sure it does, we should be hearing news of General Adnor's seige in the next few hours."

ooc/ Dalmir doesn't know Der Fuhrer was in a comma and thus thinks she knows about the war.

Dalmir's radio beeped and he put it to his ear, "Realy?...excellent...resistance?...planes?...ambassadors?...put her on."
He turned to Der Fuhrer, "Do you know of 'Lux'?"

OOC:
Sorry I have been away. I still am not home, but I have found time to post.


IC:
Der Fuhrer's cold eye contact eased at the formal reponse from Dalmir. Her tension eased some, as did the memory of Atticus and Mathias.

Dalmir spoke, "I am Dalmir, High General of Dictators Paradise Armed Forces, at your service. I assume you are Der Fuhrer Dyszel? In case it interests you, which I am sure it does, we should be hearing news of General Adnor's seige in the next few hours."

Der Fuhrer's tension shot back up. She looked questioningly to him, allowing him to finish, "Do you know of 'Lux'?"

Der Fuhrer was speechless. A seige, a resistance, and Lux. She could not fathom what was happening. Her mouth opened, a slight murmur of a thought was issued before she snapped her mouth shut into nothing more than a thin line. She shifted her weight and looked about the room, looking for an answer she knew she would not find, but succeeding in locking eyes on Inferno.

Her cold and authorative voice froze the air, "Inferno, get over here this instant."

Inferno, holding rather protectively a bottle, walked over toward her, unsure of the cause of such a show. He stopped before Der Fuhrer. Der Fuhrer locked her icy glare into his.

"You told me of no siege, nor anything for that matter. I need Atticus right now. He surely knows what is going on here. Get me Atticus. I assume he is not here right now. I demand you send for his this instant."

Der Fuhrer was growing impatient, as Inferno stood by disregarding her direct orders. His face clearly showed pain, while he tried desperately to mask his remorse, to conceal the lament.

Der Fuhrer turned to Dalmir, still awaiting Inferno to follow through with her orders, expecting him to do so any moment.

Her voice directing itself to Dalmir, again was ice-like, "Yes, I believe I am entitled to know of any seiges taking place. Lux, I know Lady Lux. I do not see what this has to do with anything, but I am sure you will inform me."

Inferno still had not moved. Der Fuhrer snapped as she turned facing him again. "I gave you a direct order. Retrieve Atticus right now. We need to discuss some matters."

Inferno flinched at this. A twinge of loss infused his face. The concealed truth filled his face as he dropped his mask. Der Fuhrer too notice of this pained expression.

"Inferno.........Atticus. Tell me Atticus is around."

It was too late. Anyone could clearly see the truth. Der Fuhrer's knees trembled as she clasped her hands together and brought them to her face slowly.

Instantly, her cold voice drifted into a silent plea, a cry unheard in The Reich. "Inferno.........tell me where Atticus is."

She turned her back quickly to him, already knowing the truth, refusing to believe it until it was told to her. She began to slightly tremble. Mathias......corrupted. Atticus........gone. This was too much for her to handle.

A mournful sorrow spread across her face as she tured to Dalmir, still awaiting Inferno's response. Her voice, cracked and choking spilled out like broken shards of glass laying themselves on the ground, "He is not here."

Light tears filled her eyes. Atticus, how much he meant to her was known by everyone. Atticus was more than a great friend. He was loved by all.

Der Fuhrer was lost, amid a world that was no longer the same she once knew it as. Cold desolate hopelessness infused her mind. She could not understand why so much had happened in such a seemingly small amount of time. She woke up to find that her home was no where, that her friends were gone.

Dalmir decided to start from the beginning, this ruler evidently was not well informed about her nation, "Dictators Paradise has declared war, and come to your aid. General Adnor landed in Surukai a short time ago along with twenty thousand troops, mainly Olarian gurila corpes. He has marched them to Quenn Surkai's fortress and has lain seige to it. He is being advised by Lady Lux. He tells me the gates are destroyed and his men are now elininating small pockets of enemy resistance in the fort.
Would you like to speak to Lux?"
He held out the radio, Lux's voice could be faintly heard from it, "She may tell you something I still do not know. And if it cheers you, ships are bringing another wave, too retake the Depths of Hell. A third will be along shortly after to reinforce your city."

Dalmir was clearly ill at ease, this gathering was rapidly going south.

Der Fuhrer listened with disbelief as Dalmir told her of the happening she had missed.

Dalmir continued, but the words ran together and the sentences never ended, until she heard his words clear as day, "to retake the Depths of Hell."

She instantaneously regained her composure as she stood straight. Her mind ran with thoughts. "The Depths of Hell. Retake The Depths of Hell. I lost my base. I lost my base. There is no way. No, I could not have. The Red Queen is there. The walls are inpenetrable."

Her thoughts continued, until she focused in on one topic. "Tell me if you know how I lost my base."

Her eyes shot to Inferno. A malicious glare focused onto him before she turned back to Dalmir.

Coldly, "Yes, I would like to talk with Lady Lux. Perhaps she could explain some matters to me."

"Very well," Dalmir handed her the radio, "I don't know anything about the loss of your base except what Adnor has told me."

In a dimly lit room, in the basement of the capitol building, prime minister Eriksen looked over several classified documents, while aides attended other matters. King Haakon was also looking over paperwork, mostly related to Callisdrun's entry into the war. Unlike many nations, Callisdrunian royalty still held some power. Another aide came into the room.

"Prime Minister, there's a call for you,"

"Tell them I'll call them back tomarrow, it's late, and I'm almost done with today's work," the Prime Minister said, her voice sounding slightly annoyed.

"They said it was something you and the King needed to know, ASAP." The aide certainly did look quite excited

"Fine, I'll get it." Prime Minister Eriksen sighed as she got up from her chair.

****************

No one particularly noticed when the prime minister re-entered the room, until she said
"Sir, there's been a new development in the Reich, I think you should know about this."

King Haakon looked up and silently nodded. Deciding that the aides (most of the other actual officials had gone home) might not need to know whatever this information was, he followed the prime minister into the room where the telephone was.

The aides present tried to listen to what was said in the phone room (it actually held several other means of communication, but the name had stuck), but the room was quite soundproof.
All they heard of the conversation was the King saying "Maybe he's just quite simply gone mad."

The King looked around at the suddenly very attentive aides. "That said, I think we should finally send out someone to speak for us, so that our nation is considered in future operations."

The prime minister smiled. "I know just the right person for the job. The admiralty won't like it, though."


OOC: I hope no one takes offense at me posting on this thread. Sorry in advance if new nations weren't supposed to.

OOC:
No, it is completely fine. It is sometimes best to just hop in and get matters moving. I commend you upon that one.

I am going move this up, but eliminating some detailed information I usually would include.


IC:
Der Fuhrer took the radio from Dalmir and took leave as she left the room. After a seemingly extensive moment of time, she emerged back into the life of the party, her cold gaze burning with a solid rage.

She handed back the radio to Dalmir and turned to the rest of the room, requesting complete silence.

Her authorative voice sounded demandingly, "I must leave you all at sudden notice. I ask that you remain here until I return, unless your leave requires you elsewhere. There is no time for explanations other than this is my duty."

With that, she left the building, two of Mathias's gaurds following her. The room remained in complete silence until the sound of a helicopter starting off sounded from the landing zone not far from Mathias's mansion.

Their destination was, of course, obvious to those who knew the current situation of The Dictatorship. Der Fuhrer's goals were also blatantly obvious to those who knew her well. The outcome, unpredictable, being as Der Fuhrer would come face to face with an unidentified and an unpreditable enemy.

0800, Callisdrunian time, war room of the Capitol building, in the city of Callisdrin.

"Have they been summoned?"

"Yes, sir," replied prime minister

Admiral Olsen, chief of Navy, entered followed by admiral Haraldsen and retired grand admiral Andersen, who had come out of retirement due to the war.

The Prime Minister began. "Gentlemen, due to further developments with our regional neighbors to the south, we are sending a military force consisting of First Cruiser Squadron, the commander of which will both make Callisdrun's presence known, ensuring that our interests are considered and also show our committment as a nation to this war, hopefully helping plan future naval operations."

The King knew their looks of satisfaction would soon turn to disapproving frowns. "The commander is to be rear admiral Sorvik."

Admiral Olsen struggled to put his thoughts into a sentence that would be socially acceptable. "Rear admiral Erzsebet Sorvik? Is that who you're referring to?"

King Haakon had to work to conceal his amusement at admiral Olsen's grimace of distaste. "Yes, she's the one. Do you see some sort of fault with her?"

"She's too young and rash to negotiate with the leaders of the Reich. Besides, she has several incidents on her record."

King Haakon knew that Olsen would say this. "She is young for a rear admiral, I admit, but what you percieve as rashness is her remarkable ability to think on the fly and take risks for the greater good." The King then grinned "As you know from the... requisitioning incident.... she is quite able to negotiate."

Grand admiral Andersen then spoke for the first time. "Admirals, what may be of annoyance to you may prove to be great advantages in an actual war. Callisdrun has not fought a war since I first took command of a ship, so it is quite beyond your memory. Rashness can be effectiveness."

"Thank you, Mr. Andersen. Prime Minister Eriksen, would you wire Der Fuhrer Dyszel and inform her of our intentions and inquire what the best port to recieve the squadron would be? Thank you. You gentlemen are dismissed."

It did not particularly matter which port was the destination, all were in the same direction: south.

"'The milk seems to have gone sour'," the Leutinent whispered to Dalmir.
"Ineed," Dalmir agreed, "But for now we must resign ourselves to the fact that we will know soon...but not yet."

OOC: Warning, this is long and may contain material that could possibly be objectionable to the easily offended and/or prudish. Sorry about the length, the writing quality may also not be very good, I'm still kinda trying this out. Anyway, here 'goes.

IC:
She awoke. Erzsébet yawned, stretching her arms, wondering what had caused her to suddenly wake. Then she heard it again, and realized it was someone knocking on her door.
Stretching her limbs, she climbed out of bed. It was dark and cold, especially the floor. It always seemed to be dark and cold in her native land, the land of her ancestors as well.
“Who is it?” she called calmly to whoever was doing the knocking.
“Just me,” came the reply from a familiar voice.
“Good morning, Knut. Come in.” She pulled open the door and let him in. Neither of them particularly cared that she had not yet donned her clothes. They had known each other for a very long time, so they hardly gave it a thought. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked body before.
He looked down, for the first time. “Is that a new one?” he asked, pointing at her midriff.
She suddenly realized that he was looking, and pointing at the barbed circle design around her navel. “Ja, I got it on Wednesday.”
Both tattooing and piercing were common among Callisdrunians, most people had at least of the two, often both. Erzsébet had several of both, the most prominent tattoo snaking like vines down her left arm. Like many things that struck outsiders as odd, it was an old custom of Callisdrun, especially among women, and tied somewhat to the ancient pagan religion of Callisdrun, still the most widely practiced belief system. Even the majority of the few Christians there were in Callisdrun did it, as the small Christian church in Callisdrun had long ago given up on the issue, one of several compromises to gain a few more members.
“Do you think it looks ok?” she asked with a grin.
“Looks great,” Knut replied, returning her smile.
“Have you had breakfast?” She thought he looked as if he’d gotten out of bed only minutes ago.
“No.” She was right.
“Listen, I’m going to take a shower, help yourself to anything in the kitchen, then we’lll talk.” With that she left the room to take her shower. Knut departed for the kitchen, intent on searching out the bread and jelly for toast.
A half hour later, as Erzsébet finished brushing her long black hair, she asked “So what excuse do you have for waking me up so damn early?” She’d waited until after she was fully awake and Knut was fed to ask the inevitable question, so she wouldn’t seem rude to her friend.
Knut stood up (he had been sitting on her bed after eating his breakfast of toast and jelly), and took a deep breath in preparation for the statement of something important. Knut had a flare for the dramatic, some times overly so. Calmly he said “You’re to assume command of the first cruiser squadron, today at 0800 hours.”
She had anticipated that it had to be something navy-related at such an early hour. She had already thrown on her simple winter uniform shirt and pants and was now putting on her boots, after brushing her hair. Still, she stared, open-jawed, in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” he flatly declared.
“The first Cruiser Squadron? The one with our two battle cruisers?” she asked, inquisitively. “That cruiser squadron? And can you throw me my coat?” The winter uniform included a heavy coat, very similar to a trench-coat, and it covered about everything else. The black coat contrasted with her extremely pale skin.
“Yes, that cruiser squadron. Now get your paint on, you have to be there in less than half an hour.”
“I wasn’t aware that a change of command required the paint.” The tradition of wearing war paint into battle and for certain ceremonies was still continued in the navy and in the tank divisions of the army. It was yet another eccentric custom of Callisdrun carried down from the past.
“It doesn’t when it’s just for a single ship, but a whole squadron is a bit more formal. Oh, you need your axe, too.” A ceremonial battle-axe was also carried as a traditional part of the dress uniform.
Erzsébet quickly dabbed on the facial pattern that had by now become her trademark. The grayish blue substance, like just about everything, felt cold on her face.
She followed him out of her flat and to the car as she strapped on her axe. As she sat down in the passenger seat, she braced herself for Knut’s notoriously crazy driving. Everything was suddenly happening very fast, as her country was plunging headlong into war. Why did the military always have to do everything so inconveniently early in the morning?

Admiral Hunny*Dew, taking notice of Der Fuhrer's abrupt dismissal only hoped for the best, as she offered her silent prayer of guidance. She knew exactly where Der Fuhrer was heading, and exactly what was intended on being done.

A rude awaken was about to happen. And whether to the enemy, the nation, certain officials, or simply Der Fuhrer it was unable to tell, but the full force of that awaken would be intense.

She took lead to the top of the middle of the flight of stairs, climbed a few, gaining an advantage of height and sound projection.

Her singsong voice rang throughout the confused and silent room, "Attention guests or honor and fellow national leaders. I regret to inform you of the immediate departure of our great leader, however, other matters require her expertice elsewhere. I encourage any of you who wish to remain here to speak with me about sleep arrangments. You do need to sleep sometime. Please stay in order, and I will see to it that all your accomadations you desire are meeted to the best of our abilities."

She gently stepped down, her radiant smile beaming as her compassionate eyes drifted across the room.

A message from Callisdrun to Der Fuhrer:
"To which port would you prefer our naval squadron be sent?"

> Heh...this is fair action...unless DFD counts it out...oh this is her friend...I just have to do this. It will be more fun anyways so play along...DFD'll love it. This is Dante just so you know...

[[[message interception]]]

///lying through ass///

Hello. This is Der Fuhrer's personal assistant. She's unaviable at the moment. I received orders that any incoming ships or planes are to land or dock on the borders of Whitecastle to stage for a massive assualt on the government which is believed to be runnin this operation.

"Whitecastle?"

"Whitecastle."

The prime minister looked perplexed. "With no support? She must mean a coastal raid of some sort. Our navy is strong, but the battle cruisers are certainly not the appropriate ships for a massive assault."

"Well, that's what the message said." Now that chief of Navy Admiral Olsen had accepted the choice for the commander of the mission, he was back to his usual smug self. Prime Minister Eriksen found him greatly irritating at times.

"Forward it to Sorvik, but as a reccomendation. We don't want her to go off and get killed before she can at least meet some of the allied leaders."

Admiral Olsen sighed, but then smiled. "Will do." They both knew that Erzsebet Sorvik had a habit of disregarding reccomendations when she thought them ill-advised.

OOC: As rear-admiral Erzsebet Sorvik is my main character, she can't get killed off on my fifth RP post, or get First Cruiser squadron in enough trouble to lose favor with the King and Prime Minister. Don't worry, I'm not trying to make Callisdrun win all the time, by no means am I trying to do that, I intend things to be always bloody when Callisdrunian forces are involved, it's just that I don't want my main character to get screwed over too badly when I'm just starting to write.

> Hey...no prob...I don't mind. I don't intend on killing anyone...just creating an interesting story twist. It would really put DFD in a pickle...thats all...no harm on any of your characters. I might be The Reich's enemy...but I'm civil. I only try to screw with DFD...thats all.

///An unidentified nameless soldier leaned back on a large black chair with his feet resting on a desk. He laughed to himself and threw his feet onto the ground. He spun the chair around to look outside a large window behind him. He looked out the window at a land rid of life and beauty. It was a wasteland and he laughed his ass off because he knew that under this wasteland lay the msot powerful thing he could get his hands on. He knew that this was the home of hte most powerful weapon this region owned. He was interrupted in his thoughts by a messenger.

Sir...the intercpeted message wasn't picked up by any Reich officials. Your plan should go as planned. The Reich has no idea of this.

Good...keep it that way. With the depths of hell in our hands we will win this. Just keep everyone away from here and we'll be fine.

Yes sir

The messenger left and the nameless soldier went back to his laughing and planning. He sat back in his chair and threw his feet back on the desk.

So little time...so much to do...so many ways to go from here...

OOC: This is another very very long one, that contains material that might be offensive. But the thread is rated "R," so if you read this and are offended, it's your own damn fault. Now, to the point:

IC:
She awoke. Erzsébet yawned, stretching her arms, wondering what had caused her to suddenly wake. Then she heard it again, and realized it was someone knocking on her door.
Stretching her limbs, she climbed out of bed. It was dark and cold, especially the floor. It always seemed to be dark and cold in her native land, the land of her ancestors as well.
“Who is it?” she called calmly to whoever was doing the knocking.
“Just me,” came the reply from a familiar voice.
“Good morning, Knut. Come in.” She pulled open the door and let him in. Neither of them particularly cared that she had not yet donned her clothes. They had known each other for a very long time, so they hardly gave it a thought. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked body before.
He looked down, for the first time. “Is that a new one?” he asked, pointing at her midriff.
She suddenly realized that he was looking, and pointing at the barbed circle design around her navel. “Ja, I got it on Wednesday.”
Both tattooing and piercing were common among Callisdrunians, most people had at least of the two, often both. Erzsébet had several of both, the most prominent tattoo snaking like vines down her left arm. Like many things that struck outsiders as odd, it was an old custom of Callisdrun, especially among women, and tied somewhat to the ancient pagan religion of Callisdrun, still the most widely practiced belief system. Even the majority of the few Christians there were in Callisdrun did it, as the small Christian church in Callisdrun had long ago given up on the issue, one of several compromises to gain a few more members.
“Do you think it looks ok?” she asked with a grin.
“Looks great,” Knut replied, returning her smile.
“Have you had breakfast?” She thought he looked as if he’d gotten out of bed only minutes ago.
“No.” She was right.
“Listen, I’m going to take a shower, help yourself to anything in the kitchen, then we’lll talk.” With that she left the room to take her shower. Knut departed for the kitchen, intent on searching out the bread and jelly for toast.
A half hour later, as Erzsébet finished brushing her long black hair, she asked “So what excuse do you have for waking me up so damn early?” She’d waited until after she was fully awake and Knut was fed to ask the inevitable question, so she wouldn’t seem rude to her friend.
Knut stood up (he had been sitting on her bed after eating his breakfast of toast and jelly), and took a deep breath in preparation for the statement of something important. Knut had a flare for the dramatic, some times overly so. Calmly he said “You’re to assume command of the first cruiser squadron, today at 0800 hours.”
She had anticipated that it had to be something navy-related at such an early hour. She had already thrown on her simple winter uniform shirt and pants and was now putting on her boots, after brushing her hair. Still, she stared, open-jawed, in disbelief. “You’re kidding.”
“I’m not,” he flatly declared.
“The first Cruiser Squadron? The one with our two battle cruisers?” she asked, inquisitively. “That cruiser squadron? And can you throw me my coat?” The winter uniform included a heavy coat, very similar to a trench-coat, and it covered about everything else. The black coat contrasted with her extremely pale skin.
“Yes, that cruiser squadron. Now get your paint on, you have to be there in less than half an hour.”
“I wasn’t aware that a change of command required the paint.” The tradition of wearing war paint into battle and for certain ceremonies was still continued in the navy and in the tank divisions of the army. It was yet another eccentric custom of Callisdrun carried down from the past.
“It doesn’t when it’s just for a single ship, but a whole squadron is a bit more formal. Oh, you need your axe, too.” A ceremonial battle-axe was also carried as a traditional part of the dress uniform.
Erzsébet quickly dabbed on the facial pattern that had by now become her trademark. The grayish blue substance, like just about everything, felt cold on her face.
She followed him out of her flat and to the car as she strapped on her axe. As she sat down in the passenger seat, she braced herself for Knut’s notoriously crazy driving. Everything was suddenly happening very fast, as her country was plunging headlong into war.

0100 Hours, on board battle cruiser Varghona
Erzsebet felt sleepy as she took off her clunky naval officer's boots. Before undressing, she packed the things she had brought into the small cabinet provided in her tiny compartment on her new flagship. Officer's quarters in the Callisdrunian navy were notoriously cramped.
The ceremony had been very formal, indeed, Knut had been right. The party later that night, however, had been the exact opposite. She didn't mind that the crew had a wild night, after all, for some of them it could be their last night in their native land, and she had told them as much. One, quite inebriated young sailor, also a supporter of Callidrun's vodka industry, apparently, had decided to let Erzsebet know what he thought about her piercings, which she hadn't noticed were showing through her shirt, due to the fact that she had not had time to put on her underclothes because of waking late that morning. It had been an awkward situation, to say the least. The sailor would now have to handle some of the less desireable tasks onboard, and with a black eye.
"Whitecastle." She said the name of the place she'd been recommended to procede towards aloud. She thought that the people doing all the planning must be nuts, or must have botched the message. Oh well, it only said to go to Whitecastle, it did not say "directly to" Whitecastle. She figured she would stop some other places along the way, then maybe stop by Whitecastle just long enough to bombard some hapless coastal town. Anything longer would be just plain stupidity. She was commanding a cruiser squadron, not the battle fleet.
Her thoughts turning to other matters, she undressed the rest of the way, put her suspicious looking thermoses in the tiny fridge, and went to sleep. Tomarrow, they would sail, and she would put the crew to work.

OOC:
Callisdrun, it is your choice whether Dante's actions count or are invalid. It is up to you. If you want to go along with his plot then I will as well, if not, then I suppose we cancel it.

OOC: To DFD
I'm going to count it as valid, but Erzsebet's sense will ensure that things turn out ok (at least for this time). She intends to stop off at your country first, figuring that her primary mission is to at least meet with some of the other national leaders/representatives before going into combat. Her role right now is to represent Callisdrun militarily AND diplomatically.

ooc/ I assume that the nameless soldier is in the room? Or at least in the house? If so, Dalmir thinks it's terribly strange and goes to investigate. if not, he continues doing whatever it is he's doing :)

OOC: which nameless soldier?

bumpity bump (OOC, if it's necessary for bumps)

can some one plz give me a quick over view of whats going on.
very brief. plz

> Hey...I'll let you look for the soldier. I dont mind. Just I'd watch for someone else. There is something planned that if you want to get in on message me...but you got to promise not to alter the course...its been planned for a long time...very long time...months actually...

> Even though DFDs the best for rundowns...I'm going to save her a post...

First...Dfds alive and now back on the battle field. She intends on freeing her captured base.

C9 (Dfds character) was involved in the death of Maydra and is going to be questioned on it...she also forced Mathias (Dfds other cahracter) to rape her little sister...

Dalmir is probably going to search for a soldier who is somewhere in the place intercepted messages and creating a nasty situation...

Everyone else is in the party waiting for her to return with good news...

Mathias was arrested and going to be put on trial for statutory rape. He also bet the hell out of Nos (Dfds character)...

Perry (Dante...me) showed up at the party...creating a sticky situation...

Surukai is also there...Perry's trying to take her back...

um...theres other crap...but thats about the major stuff in a nutshell.

One thing you got to learn about Dfd is there is no brief...her posts are massive and contain so much info...

> Even though DFDs the best for rundowns...I'm going to save her a post...

First...Dfds alive and now back on the battle field. She intends on freeing her captured base.

C9 (Dfds character) was involved in the death of Maydra and is going to be questioned on it...she also forced Mathias (Dfds other cahracter) to rape her little sister...

Dalmir is probably going to search for a soldier who is somewhere in the place intercepted messages and creating a nasty situation...

Everyone else is in the party waiting for her to return with good news...

Mathias was arrested and going to be put on trial for statutory rape. He also bet the hell out of Nos (Dfds character)...

Perry (Dante...me) showed up at the party...creating a sticky situation...

Surukai is also there...Perry's trying to take her back...

um...theres other crap...but thats about the major stuff in a nutshell.

One thing you got to learn about Dfd is there is no brief...her posts are massive and contain so much info...

Hey what about me??? What about INFERNO!!!

ooc/I will await more infomation before Dalmir begins his search, if indeed he does so.


How can you forget Inferno?! :shock: He's just so...Inferno...

BURN BADY BURN BADY DISCO INFERNO!:twisted:

sub-ooc/ This site doesn't post HTML! :evil: I could have made the above roll acroos the screen! lol

OOC: To add to the run-down: And Callisdrun is sending a diplomatic/military representative to meet with other Reich leaders.

OOC:
Alright, we need to establish a time for most of us to be on to be on to commence a large plot that is about ready to take place. Anyone who wants to play a large role, or any role in it, must contact me very soon. Once Dante is ready, we are going all out on this.

Erzsebet checked the directions again. It should be right up there. She still felt a little guilty about training the guns of her battle cruisers onto an unarmed Altar Rangian convoy. They had been carrying war material for the enemy, though. It was perfectly justified, but she still felt a bit bad about it. She should have at least warned them and let them get off their ships. What was done was done though. She looked at the address on the building, it was the correct one. She hadn't known what attire was appropriate, so she had worn her long uniform overcoat over the elegant black dress that she liked to wear to social functions, and had also worn her clunky navy boots. Upon entering, she noticed a graceful woman standing at the main staircase.
Rear-Admiral Erzsebet Sorvik walked up to the woman, flashed her razor-blade smile and said, extending her hand in greeting, "Hello, you must be Admiral Hunny*Dew."

Admiral Hunny*Dew's soft hands enclosed her guests hand. Her radiant smile shone on this new comer.

"I am Hunny*Dew. May I ask whom you are?"

Her bright smile was soft and compassionate. She gracefully slid amoung the people, escorting Erzsebet to a chair.

"Is there anything I could get for you my dear?"

Erzsebet grinned. She liked polite people. "I'm Erzsebet Sorvik, of the Callisdrunian navy. Pleased to meet you, sorry I'm a bit late. Is there any red wine left?"

Whispering to Hunny*Dew she added "What is the proper attire for this occaison, anyway? It's a bit hot to have this coat on."

Noskalenaeuroph fell with a loud thud off the sofa and onto the floor. The heavy thud echoed throughout the corridors, followed by some incoherent mumbling, a scraping sound, and a crashing sound, as if something glass had broken.

Within a few minutes, Nos was assisted by two maids out of the room. He was dressed back in robe and looked terrible. His nose had been broken, as was evident by the odd swollen shape it bore. However, that was the least of his problems, as his broken jaw seemed to be more evident. He was in terrible pain, and completely clueless as to what had just happened.

Nos, looking about found Hunny*Dew away from the crowd. Pulling free from the maids, he stumbled his way over to her, running into people and falling on the way. By the time he reached her, he was on his hands and knees and breathing heavily.

He grinned, as much as he could grin with a broken jaw at her and pulled himself into a sitting position on the floor, as if expecting some sort of children's story.

Admiral Hunny*Dew, ordering for red wine to be brought, smiled pleasently.

"All attire, as what best suits you, is acceptable within the presence of Der Fuhrer and myself. Please, make yourself comfortable. You will not doubt remain until Der Fuhrer arrives back will you......"

Her conversation was interrupted by the disturbance of peace which Nos had brought. She watched the pitiful Nos clammer his way toward her, as she shook her hand remorsefully and slowly.

Erzsebet removed her heavy overcoat to reveal her dress, her bare shoulders contrasting sharply with the black fabric. "Yes, I will be staying to meet Der Fuhrer."

When Nos came up, her eyes widened and she gripped the arms of the chair she was sitting in very tightly, the sight of his blood stirring the vampiric thirst in her. After a few seconds, she brought it under control. The man sure looked to be in bad shape, she thought.

"Who might this be, Hunny*Dew?" She asked, assuming that if the man could talk with his broken jaw, it would be painful for him to do so.

Admiral Hunny*Dew's smile radiated once again. "You are more then welcome to stay as long as you like."

Nos looked to the woman sitting with Der Fuhrer, his vision blurred quickly with the pain that shot though his body from the turning of his. Nos was an almost fragile looking man. He was thin and tall, with long blonde to white hair that stopped about his waist. He had piercing blue eyes, one of a kind in The Dictatorship. His stupid grin, which seemed implanted on his face, still remained.

Admiral Hunny*Dew's sweet mellifuluous voice sounded. "This is Noskalenaeuroph. *She placed her gentle hand on his shoulder* He is a very good friend to Der Fuhrer Dyszel. However, he got on the wrong side of Mathias not too long ago. Do forgive him for his untidy appearance. He took quite a beating."

Her smile turned into a sympathic smile as she turned her calming stare onto him. However, she quickly returned it to her guest, radiating once again.

"If I may......may I ask what brings you here to visit Der Fuhrer?"

"Well, he certainly looks as though he's had a bit of misfortune," replied Erzsebet. She spoke with a distinct accent, but was somehow not hard to understand. She was calming down now.

"Well, seeing as how Callisdrun recently ended its isolationist foreign policy, the King and prime minister decided to send someone to represent our nation, both diplomatically and militarily. I thought they would send some bigwig from the admiralty, but for some reason I was chosen. However, it's also a very good excuse for me to go to a party. Naturally, I just couldn't refuse." After saying so, Erzsebet gave a coy grin. "I also like to get away from all the paperwork at home, requisition forms and such. I once caused quite a stir at the admiralty when I ignored the regular requisition paperwork and just had my crew take what the ship needed from the supply yard."

She looked at the man, who she now knew was named Noskalenaeuroph, the sight of his dried blood still causing a slight tingling sensation in her stomach. Still, she felt sorry for him. Erzsebet didn't know what he'd said or done to get in such a bad way, but she suspected he probably had no idea why he'd been mauled so. "Shouldn't he get some medical attention? I'm sure we could have a doctor or someone come over here." Her earlier smile turned to a look of concern.

Hunny*Dew laughed an amaiable laugh.

"My friend. He should be fine. He ought to watch his actions in public. He tends to be rather........childlike. However, perhaps he should see a doctor."

She motioned to one of the maids who helped escort Nos out of the room. She quickly walked over and stooped before Hunny*Dew.

Whispering quietly into the maid's ear, "My dear, please see to it that Mr. Noskalenaeuroph receives medical attention. He has taken quite a beating."

The maid nodded in affirmation and quickly walked away, whispering to the other maid about contacting a doctor. They both walked away, leaving Nos behind.

"It appears that you have come just in the knick of time. You had just missed all the action, which I am sure you would not have wanted to be involved in. Our beloved Mathias has really deceived us. I still cannot believe it.......Mr. Mathias Bortniansky involved in such henious and repulsive actions. What had happened to him? And that C9? She used to be in my unit until she was promoted herself. I know she is rather ambitious, but if she had killed Miss Maydra then I am not sure what is going to happen. And Der Fuhrer! You should have seen the fury in which she left this building. No man nor tank would have stopped her from running out of here like she did. It is obvious she is going to her base. I assume my lady wishes to reclaim all those years of greuling and tiresome work and pure genius. *she reflected some in a moment of silence* I am sorry, am I rambling again? I really must stop that."

She smiled at her mishap, as another servent brought over the wine and handed it to Erzsebet.

ooc/ I had a whole thing all typed and pretty, but it wouldn't post, so we'll have to settle for this. (A list of the events)

Dalmir walks over to Hunny*Dew and bows deeply, "Miss. Would we be able to search this building? My men are quick, so it shan't take long....Something doesn't seem right..."

He bows to the newcomer and says in the same, dignified tone, "Welcome to our collective nightmare."

Admiral Hunny*Dew stood up quickly to meet her guest after excusing herself before her first guest.

"Yes sir. You may certainly feel free to. However, Mathias does have some corridors locked and I am incapable of getting into them. You may not be able to gain access to them, but if you could feel free to inspect them. And please hurry! If that gut feeling is correct then we may all be in trouble."

She smiled to him with radiance.

An embarrassed grin came to Erzsebet's face despite the grave news. She couldn't help it, after all, it was most unusual to be bowed to. She quickly straightened her expression. It was inappropriate with such events transpiring around her, people from outside her native land tended to react rather strangely upon seeing her grin, speicifically, her elongated canines. She'd learned that during her first trip to Rotenburg. What was she to do? It appeared as though things were spinning out of control just as she was trying to aquaint herself with the situation and the people involved. Still, disturbing as the man's greeting was, his manners were impeccable, and demanded an equally polite response, so first performing an awkward curtsy, she extended her hand and said "Pleased to meet you, though not your nightmare. My name is Erzsebet Sorvik, might I learn yours?" Wanting to do something, she added, "Is there any part of this mess that I might be able to do something about?"

"I am High General Dalmir of the Dictators Paradise/Totalitarian Alliance Armed Forces," Dalmir replied, unfased by the canines, "I do not know what help you could be Lady Sorvik, as I do not know your niche in this place."
He bows again to Hunny*Dew and Sorvik, "If you will excuse me, there is work to be done."

As they walked away, Dalmir said to his Leutinent, "Gather the men, search this place from top to bottom. Find me Mathias's secrets. You start upstairs, I'll take downstairs."
They both parted ways to find the other troops and begin their search. Each quickly found their share of the soldiers, 10 each, and began searching.

ooc/ Was the passage to the depths of Hell upstairs, or downstairs. And where is the Kaiser? :?: :D

OOC: Where IS the Kaiser? that's a very good question. And no, Erzsebet has not really found a niche, more accurately, I haven't found a niche for her, as I'm still really new to this, but I'm sure you could tell. And what language is spoken in the Dictatorship, out of curiosity? German?

Erzsebet watched as Dalmir departed, still feeling useless, needing to do something. Trouble was, she didn't know anyone and didn't see any way she could help. She'd never been this far south before, and had no idea as to the way things were done here. All she could do was sip her wine (which she found quite good) and wait for an opportunity. She wanted to get off her rear and snoop around, but she knew that the building probably had loads of security, so it might not be such a good idea. With a sigh, she sat down and looked to Hunny*Dew for help. "I could use a bit more wine." She said rather sheepishly.

OOC: Due to The Kaiser's inactivity I am unable to report his current position.

The primary language of The Reich is English. Within The Dictatorship it is German for the civilians, however we all know that The Dictatorship is controlled by the military now, so English is predominate for easier and quicker communication.

Erzsebet could explore the mansion. I do not mind. Most of the guards left to accompany either Der Fuhrer or Mathias Bortniansky, so security is not as high as it previously was.

The passage to The Depths of Hell is down I believe.

Sorry, about this being short, but this is now the sixth time I had to rewrite it because it does not send.

Admiral Hunny*Dew smiled to her guest. "My dear, is there something wrong. You look quite dejected. Please, if there is anything I could do for you. You are our guest. Please make yourself at home."

She smiled sweetly as the servant returned with more wine for Lady Sorvik.

Erzsebet looked relieved. She then stood up, accepting the wine from the servant.
"Could we, maybe take a stroll? I'd like to look around this place a bit. It's an interesting building." She looked around for a second. "I'd also like to talk about current affairs."

"Feel free my dear. I will rest for now. I have been on my feet too long. But you could feel free to explore all you like."

She smiled radiantly and nodded kindly.

Erzsebet nodded politely. "Thank you, I'll probably see you later." With that and a grin, she walked down a hallway, the AK carried on her back making a clacking sound as she walked. She would have been an odd sight, walking down the hall. Her elegant black dress contrasted sharply with her unbelievably pale skin. One of her tattoos (tattoos were popular in Callisdrun) snaked down her left arm. She had on her navy boots (her heavy overcoat was on a hanger, she had taken it off upon entering) and had an AK-47 slung over her back. She hadn't known what she was supposed to wear to the party, but hadn't felt so bad after seeing Nos in attendance in his bathrobe.

She wondered what sort of architectural tricks were in this mansion, and also if it contained dire secrets. She reasoned that it probably did.

Nos watched Erzsebet leave, a sad expression filling his face. Admiral Hunny*Dew stood up after she watched Miss Sorvik walk away. Her smile still radiated as she stooped down and helped lift Nos, sitting him in the chair Erzsebet had just left from.

Her smile faded almost instantly into a look of sheer concern for serious business. She leaned forward to keep the conversation as silent as possible.

"Noskalenaeuroph. I need to know what has happened here today. You have upset Mathias in more then one way. I am having a hard time believe that Mathias raped that little girl, but all the proof is there, and C9 is a respectable member of the Special Operations Task Force. Do you know anything Nos? Anything at all that might explain why Mathias is behaving like this?"

Nos looked to the ground, as if trying to recall anything, anything that might have been a concern to Admiral Hunny*Dew. He shook his head in the negative.

Hunny*Dew frowned. Her face distorting from the unpleasent action of frowning.

"Everything has gone so wrong. There are so many new people here. All those I thought I have known so good have become so completely unpredictable. Oh Nos! Why the only one who has not changed in attitude is my Der Fuhrer. She is the best friend I ever had! And I do not want to lose her."

Her eyes skimmed the crowd, searching amoung the people, trying to find someone who had not changed. Her eyes locked on an unfamiliar man.

"Nos.........who is that man? I have not seen him yet."

As Erzsebet strolled down a hall of the mansion, she wondered why they hadn't sent anyone more important than herself. Everyone here seemed to be so much more high ranking than she was, although she didn't know what Nos's rank or role was, she assumed he was somewhat important. Still, she hoped to meet more of them before the night was out.
She stopped at a door. She didn't know why she had stopped at this one, but she opened it nonetheless.

the leutinent set his men about the upstairs rooms, and he himself stumbled upon the 'crime scene' of the rape. He searches around ((what does he find?))

Menawhile...

Dalmir and his men are searching the dowstairs when they come to a suspicious looking wall, "There is something about this..."

((they have reached the entrance to the Depths of Hell, sorry if the post was inacurate but I'm too lazy to reread the previous posts about those things :) DFD, if you wouldn't mind telling me what they found? And how they could open the door?))

the leutinent set his men about the upstairs rooms, and he himself stumbled upon the 'crime scene' of the rape. He searches around ((what does he find?))

Menawhile...

Dalmir and his men are searching the dowstairs when they come to a suspicious looking wall, "There is something about this..."

((they have reached the entrance to the Depths of Hell, sorry if the post was inacurate but I'm too lazy to reread the previous posts about those things :) DFD, if you wouldn't mind telling me what they found? And how they could open the door?))

OOC:
The only evidence that could be used was Mathais's blood next to the bed when he had that little run down with Der Fuhrer. Other then that, there was not much evidence. Well, nothing that would prove he was innocent. All evidence leads to his guilt.

Well, The Depths of Hell is blockaded, so you will not be able to get to The Depths of Hell from that position. However, the door opens by pushing it in and over. However, the enterence following the corridor is blocked. Let me check those facts. I do not recall what went down as to what was supposed to go down, maybe it is open. I will have to get back to you.

Just have fun with this, and find as you like. The only thing I as you do not find with ease is Mathias's illegal Lab. That is well hidden, very well hidden.


IC:
Nos and Admiral Hunny*Dew scrutinized the man known as Perry. Their eyes locking on him, trying to determine where he was from and what he was doing there. Everyone was decently dressed, give Nos and this man. This man was in nothing but a towel, so whatever his reason for being here, was definately questionable.

Nos stood up, with the aide of Admiral Hunny*Dew she escorted him to a bathroom where he cleaned off the blood. She then accompanied him upstairs to get dressed.

The guards, those that remained, leaned against their posts, at ease. Nothing seemed to be of emminent threat, and everyone seemed to be making out on their own. Their guns, holstered at their sides, with the safety off, standard Superior Guard rule, they watched the guests with mild interest, allowing them freeway and freedom to explore as desired, although, keeping a close eye for anyone who might be heading for the third floor.

Erzsebet half expected something to leap out at her, but nothing did. The door opened to a set of stairs, leading upward. Naturally, being of the "If no one says you can't do it, then you can" philosophy, and being curious, she climbed up the stairway. She was making a fair amount of noise, with the clack of the AK-47 bouncing as she walked, combined with the clomp of her boots, but it didn't matter, after all, she was at a party.

The guards, quickly losing sight of Miss Sorvik amid the crowd, were unaware of the adventure she now headed to pursue upstairs. The stood lazily around watching the party, there concern and focus traveling to scenes from before, scenes of Mathias being cuffed and falling to Queen Surukai.

Their minds were preoccupied, and it was easily feasible for someone to slip past their watch.

OOC:
Callisdrun, you are free to search now, with no one really noticing, unless of course you get closer to the lab, there is some heavy security there.

It was very quiet, Erzsebet could still hear the noise of the party, but the loudest disturbance to the silence was the noise of her walking. So far, no one had noticed her intrusion. Most of the doors looked uninteresting, but one appeared to lead to a seperate hallway. Erzsebet took that one. She was a curious woman, one who frequently got into trouble and then managed to wiggle out of it. She was looking for something, but she didn't know what yet. She suspected that this building contained volumes of secrets... but where to find them?
'Damn' she thought, it was still intolerably hot. She knew though, that none of the other guests probably thought so, it was just she and her low Callisdrunian body temperature that couldn't stand the higher temperature.
Then a bit of movement caught her eye, there appeared to be a person down the hall.

ooc/ Alright then *cracks knuckles in a cliche manner* time for some fun.

IC/
Dalmir left two of his men near the 'door', "Stay out of sightif you can, and watch this place. for anything of interest."
The two men nodded and took their posts. The rest of the downstairs search yielded little. And Dalmir returned upstairs with half the men he went down with (the other 5 are guarding places of possible interest)
he lead his men to the second floor to meet up with the leutinent and possibly begin searching more areas.

The leutinent set a guard outside the room as he left. There was noting of particular interest (for the scene of a rape that is). He walked out to see a woman walking down the hall. He remembered her from the downstairs. Lady Sorvik. The leutinent entered one of the rooms where his men were searching and commanded two of them to follow Sorvik.
When he left the room he saw Dalmir and his remaining men coming down the hall towards him.
"What has you found leutinent?" the general asked, "We found several places of possible interest."
"That room there," the leutinent gestured, "is where Mathias seems to have raped the girl. Also, Sorvik just came down this hallway, I don't think she saw us. I have two men following here now. Other than that this place is rather drab and uninteresting."
"Good," Dalmir nodded, "What about the third story? Have you gone up there yet?"
"No sir."
"Then leave five men to hold this floor," Dalmir said, "And we shall take the remainder of our forces and explore the third floor."

ooc/ I can't resist :)
Callisdrun, you can have fun with the two gusy trailing Sorvik, or you can lead them somewhere cool. It's up to you.:D

BTW When is the trial taking place?

OOC: Cool, I'll add my bit later, as I'm too tired to think of anything halfway decent right now.

Erzsebet slowed down, hearing something. Her hand absently reached around, grasping her AK. Turning around, she glanced another small bit of movement, but it was too fast to see. Maybe she was just going crazy (again). It could be her thirst, she hadn't fed since they had left Callisdrun, and so had been feeling a bit under the weather of late. She continued walking, although now she was more alert. She heard a bit of movement behind her and immediately snapped around, grabbing her AK. Needless to say, she was slightly paranoid. Two men stood a bit away, looking rather sheepish at being caught.

Standing her AK on her hip, Erzsebet smiled out of relief at the recognition of the uniforms of the two men and said simply "Hello, boys."

Nos and Admiral Hunny*Dew left their room, Hunny*Dew rather interested in entertaining her guests, and Nos, rather curious as to the search that was going to commence.

They both parted, Admiral Hunny*Dew downstairs to entertain her guests and Nos in pursuit of Dalmir's search party. He was wondering around in a half daze, replaying the conversation he overheard between Der Fuhrer and Mathias, when he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Damn," he murmered as he looked about to see if anyone was around. "What was it about Mathias's house? Damn. Why can't I place that? There is something about this house but......"

Lost in thought, he began to wonder again, focusing on trying to remember what it was that was so important about this mansion. He wondered to the scene of Miss Sorvik and the guards, inconviently running into one of the gaurds in the process, still in deep thought.

"Sorry," he muttered as he walked past the guards heading in Miss Sorvik's direction, without really taking notice to her standing there.

Meanwhile, Admiral Hunny*Dew continued her rounds of the guests, checking to see if everything was appropiately running.

In the mean time, Der Fuhrer arrived at The Depths of Hell. After an extensive briefing on her nations condition, she stepped foot out of the helicopter, taking her first steps on the battlefield of her lost nation.

The ground was cold, hard, and forelorning, premenescing of death and desolation. She was not surprised. The fallen buildings and structures, the sprawled and withered corpses of fallen soldiers, broken glass, twisted steel, rotting corpses of deceased animals, a thick black film of soot covering the entire scene, bringing a desolate foresaken to the already eerie scene.....none of this surpised her, amid the terrifying silence of The Dictatorship.

Her boots struck heavily off the ground as she walked toward the enterence to The Depths of Hell, her men following behind her like an entourage baring the casket of death, and she the mother of the deceased, leading her lost son to his final resting place.

She crawled under the fallen beams of the familiar tavern, now caved in and destroyed, its white walls covered in a black soot, so concealing that one would never even imagine the walls were once white. She worked her way toward the concealed door, the memorable enterence few had access to. The door was open, nothing protected the enterence down.

She walked down the stairs, normally placid and unwelcoming, in their marble forms now cracked and covered in dirt, dust, and pieces of the ceiling. The sound of her boots falling heavily upon the stairs resounded throughout the long passage down. A light emminated from below, a dim light shone....a light Der Fuhrer instantly recognized, deducing that the main gates were now open, free to allow the world into her base.

Her men followed, aspired by her bravery. The thought of entering a base forbidden to all others who were not invited by Der Fuhrer herself was thrilling and compelling, yet oddly eerie and frightening. As Superior Guards, their duty was to protect Der Fuhrer, however their access did not take them as far as The Depths of Hell. This, would be a first for them.

Der Fuhrer placed her foot on solid ground as she finished descending the long flight of stairs down. The sight did not surprise her at all, as she expected a scene such as the one she now looked upon, being that the gates were open. Blood, now dried covered the entire pregate corridor. The bodies of numerous nameless soldiers lay dead, none living. They died fighting for the last possible possession Der Fuhrer owned. Their deaths, in needless vain.

She stepped over the fallen soldiers, their bodies in full uniform, their rifles aside of her. She found an assualt rifle lying without owner upon the floor, grabbing it, she slung it over her shoulder. The fallen pieces of ceiling hindered her direct path to the bright lights of the open gate as she walked around them or over them depending on the size. Each nameless soldier she passed, stepped over, looked at, was silently thanked for their duty of futility.

Her men, however, did not take this scene without surprise. They stopped in horror at the sight of dead soldiers. Their eyes filled with terror. The names of the nameless soldiers being muttered by the Superior Guard as they passed their fallen friends. They followed Der Fuhrer, still aspired by her apathy to those fallen.

Der Fuhrer, lifted her foot slowly, placing it with firm deliberation inside the bright blinding light......her first steps in her home....her base....The Depths of Hell. The rest of her body slowly with the same deliberate intentions followed behind. She walked slowly, looking from side to side, scrutnizing her base, feeling a sense of pride in her masterpiece. Her surveying eyes locked themselves on an object in a far corner, an object that was not there before.

She deliberately headed toward the object, disregarding all other sights. As she made her way closer, the object became clearer. It was a stretcher......a person upon the stretcher.......a person covered in a bloody sheet.....the sight of a too familiar and recognizable uniform lying upon the ground.......of insignia of utmost highest respectability within the region.......the body of a man.....the face of Major General Henning von Tresckow.

Der Fuhrer stopped dead in her tracks, the name Tresckow slightly murmured from her trembling lips, her shocked face staring impassively on her fallen Supreme Council Member. She walked up to him, his unmoving body laying straight upon the stretcher. She placed her hand over his, which lay outside the blood stained sheet.

His eye twitched. Der Fuhrer started. Her eyes locked upon the figure, in which she now noticed the rising and falling of his chest. She smiled, a gleam of hope in her eyes, the sparkle of slight tears forming in the corner of her eyes.

And the sound of a cold, hard, strong masculine voice in the background.........."Der Fuhrer Dyszel."

///A hand wrapped itself around Admiral Hunny*Dew turning her around...the eyes of this sad and remorseful woman locked themselves to Hunny*Dew

Please...just find out if he is alive...please...

She pleadingly looked into the eyes of the admiral...begging for her to just call the hospital and find out for sure...if DFD lived then maybe...just maybe there was hope for her...

INFERNO never being one for a large group let alone a party with the amount of guests it has, took it in his own part to find a quiet part of Mathias's home.

INFERNO was sitting inside one of Mathias's Briefing rooms staring at a spot on the wall that looked as if someone was hit against it in a mad fit of rage, INFERNO was sitting there thinking how could all of this happened in such a short time the loss of a lot of our great allies and the destruction of so much of his homeland. "How could so much have gone wrong? What have we done to cause such damage?"

Hearing the voice of an unknown woman INFERNO got curious "There are not that many people that could be allowed to be in this part of the castle" being the one to never not know what was going on his curiosity got the best of him and he decided it was best for him to quit his lamenting and get back into the normal leader he was, he must be strong for his people what was left of them. "I wont let things go back to the way they were when that man made me take away the only things in this life that mattered to me"...

"HOW COULD THAT MAN HAVE MY SON CALL HIM FATHER???" *INFERNO stands up throwing the chair and the bottle of vodka he was still nursing, the chair fell to the floor and the bottle shattered against the wall spilling its contents all over the floor of the briefing room* *Thinking that there was no way that anybody did not hear the noise he had just made he decided to leave out of the back entrance to the briefing room since he was in no mood to explain his actions*

*General Natasha Katalyst sat in her office furiously answering the telephone*

Yes Sir.....No Sir.....Yes I know Sir....Dont know if I can Sir.....Alright Sir..

*A screeching sound is heard from the room and you hear General Katalyst say "I hate when our ambassadors go missing" and with that General katalyst walked out of her office leaving the phone ringing off the hook.*

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Admiral Hunny*Dew looked with sadness upon this woman, whom she recognized as Autumn. Her mind was set, as she nodded and guided her toward a nearby bench, where she ordered a phone to be brought to her.

"Alright Autumn. I understand your concern, but the chances are slim, very slim, so please do not build your hopes up."

bump

Bump? Bump! Y are you bumping it I was waiting for you to make a post?...

bump

Bump? Bump! Y are you bumping it I was waiting for you to make a post?...

because Gladis is the one whose two guards are the guys being addressed by Erzsebet. I can't really have her do anything until they respond to "hello boys"

"Lady Sorvik," the men bowed, thinking fast, "This is not a place for aimless wandering. We have been sent to watch over you and to make sure you do get into an- undesirable situation."

Dalmir and his remaining men, including those of the leutinent, made their way to the staircase/elevator/or-what-not that lead to the third floor.
"Well, here we are, going to the third floor," Dalmir said to his men, "This is the floor that the guards are watching. See, that one over there is watching us."

"Hmmm." Erzsebet's grin turned to a scowl at the very formal reply. Her face then assumed a pensive expression with the realization that for some reason she had become "lady" Sorvik while in the Dictatorship, instead of the usual "Ms." or "Miss." She rather liked the change, and thought maybe she should come here more often. She was also starting to find that she liked being bowed to. Odd, this place.

"No need to go to any trouble over me, I'm hardly wandering aimlessly." She said, even though she was wandering somewhat aimlessly, for something to do. Erzsebet was one to get impatiently bored rather easily. "Is there some place I'm not supposed to go?" She asked, knowing they most likely, though seemingly startled at being discovered so easily, would not be startled enough to actually tell her. Maybe if she made things a little more awkward for them. "I'll probably be getting back to my ship soon though, as I'm finding myself intolerably thirsty." Just in case they needed any hints as to what she meant, which they in all probability did not, she managed another grin, despite the the awkwardness of the situation.
The last statement did hold truth to hit, she did need to feed, and so was starting to feel 'under the weather.' Erzsebet cursed herself for forgetting the little thermos she used. It was still on the ship.

*inside INFERNO's head he thought about some way that he could have a little fun at this party He goes back to the conference room picks up part of the bottle that broke when it fell off of the table. he picks the glass up and cuts his wrist a non lethal cut but a deep one none the less*

"heh heh heh...now we shall have some real fun!"

*INFERNO then proceeds to walk out of the conference room.*

OOC: oh my god, it appears that Inferno wants to complicate things. We'll see what happens... [waits for Gladius to reply]

OOC: since Gladius hasn't replied, I'm just going to get things moving again.

IC: Erzsebet smelled the intoxicating scent of nourishment. This drove all thought of tricking the guards into letting her snoop around (and all common sense) from her mind.

"Excuse me," she said, stepping by them and not particularly caring if they followe her.

She walked at a quick pace, retracing her steps through halls, down stairs, and through several doorways, ending up right outside the conference room. There she saw him, presumably one of the dignatories present, but that didn't matter to her as much as the trickle of blood leaking from his arm.

Seized by her hunger, she sprang forward. She could run very fast, the poor man had no time to react. With surprising force, she tackled him. Putting her mouth to his bleeding arm, she opened the cut a bit more with her fangs, letting a slightly larger amount of warm blood flow into her mouth. She was in rapture, and making a mess.

After having quenched her thirst, she suddenly regained her sense. Recoiling in horror at what she had done, she jumped off the man, landing on her rear a couple feet away. She was horrified not at the act, she fed quite regularly, or so much at the fear of the man being injured, aside from the cut and a bit of blood loss, he was not hurt, but she was horrified more at the fact that she had fed from a foreign dignatory who she did not know while she was supposed to be representing her homeland. She feared she had damaged Callisdrun's foreign relations beyond repair.

Her accent made more prominent by the fact that she didn't exactly know what to say, she stuttered "I-I'm terribly sorry... I-I-_really couldn't help myself... I didn't mean to do it... I-I-I mean... well... I didn't intend any action of this offensive nature... I'm sorry..." Despite her best efforts, she knew she wasn't sounding very diplomatic. How could she, in this circumstance? Tears ran from her eyes down to her blood-covered mouth. She had no idea what was going to happen or what she was going to do, but at least she felt full and content. This was perhaps the most strange thing that had ever happened to Erzsebet on a mission.

OOC: My apologies if this is a bit graphic or just plain weird. Erzsebet Sorvik is a very weird character.

INFERNO stands up weakly holding his completely lacerated wrist, *he takes the medical supplies that were there on the wall and grabs the gauze wraps it around his wrist brushes off his clothes and says* Its kool, I thought I sensed a VAMPIRE in the vicinity your a lot quicker then the ones I have met in the past normally I would have been able to catch you in mid attack but I guess I have let to much of my blood drain....uh I mean OWWWWWWW son of a…my wrist!

*INFERNO wobbles a little from the loss of blood that has just occurred he asks* "Will you please help me to the party I think I need some food quick!!! *INFERNO hands the Fair lady a wet wipe from the kit* "Wipe your face we need not have anyone fear you!"

*INFERNO licks some of the blood off of his hand and starts his way back to the party*

Accepting the wipe from the man, Erzsebet proceeded to wipe her mouth with it, mumbling "I don't mind being feared." Still, she cleaned the blood off her skin quite thoroughly. After standing up, she lent her hand to him, after wiping off the bit of blood that had ended up there, and helped steady him.
Noticing his wobbliness, she said, in a semi-regretful tone, "I suppose I went a little crazy there, it looks like I took a bit more than I should have."
Now using her whole arm to steady the main, she helped him walk back to the party, smiling with relief at the knowledge that her actions had not resulted in an international fiasco.
Realizing that she still did not know the man's name, and that he did not know hers, she spoke again. "I'm sorry, I have not properly introduced myself." Grinning sheepishly at the irony of those words, she continued. "I am rear admiral Erzsebet Sorvik, of the Callisdrunian navy. May inquire as to your identity?" To aid her question she looked up at him (Erzsebet is fairly small) with big pleading green eyes. She had mastered this technique several years ago for getting out of trouble with her superiors for playing pranks on her shipmates.

"I dear Lady Sorvik, I am INFERNO the leader of Ultimate_Apocalypse."

*INFERNO think to himself "how can a vampire be let in this place to walk around with out the slightest of wacthing from the Supreme Gaurds?"*

OOC:
Infernus, quick correction. Medical supplies are not kept on walls, only masterful art work, elaborate weapons, and other unique oddities. This is Mathias's home, he does not wholly believe in medical assistance, especially at easy access.


IC:
Nos, snapping out of his daze when Miss Sorvik quickly departed the scene, quickly followed in persuit, remaining at a far enough distance to have not been able to stop the attack on Inferno.

Seeing an elaborate sculpture holding a loss long sword, he snatched thw sword and ran in persuit of Miss Sorvik. He pulled back the sword, as if preparing to stab Miss Sorvik, but did not thrust it outward, as he came upon her assisting Inferno back to the party.

"Stop now! Explain this!"

OOC: Fine then I tore the shirt I was wearing and bandaged myself up and I also had a wet nap in my pocket so how’s that?

IC: INFERNO looks at Nos and says "I sensed a vampire and I wanted to get them out of hiding before anyone would get hurt, but now I see that this one meant no harm her bloodlust just took the best of her, she should be fine for awhile now"

INFERNO asks Nos if he would be able to help The Lady help him to the party so he can grab a quick bite to eat because he is feeling really light-headed.

Nos stood erect, a sardonic smile spreading across his face. His thrust the sword forward implanting it in Inferno's neck. A stupid grin settling across his face despite the obvious pain he was in from his broken jaw.

He quickly removed the sword, resting it at his side, the blood dripping off of the tip in little droplets. His grin magnified, as he painfully muttered, "Damn. Missed."

Whipping around he quickly slapped Miss Sorvik in the ass, his grin spreading stupidy across his face, the blood stained sword still slightly dripping.

Nos stood erect, a sardonic smile spreading across his face. His thrust the sword forward implanting it in Inferno's neck. A stupid grin settling across his face despite the obvious pain he was in from his broken jaw.

He quickly removed the sword, resting it at his side, the blood dripping off of the tip in little droplets. His grin magnified, as he painfully muttered, "Damn. Missed."

Whipping around he quickly slapped Miss Sorvik in the ass, his grin spreading stupidy across his face, the blood stained sword still slightly dripping.

Erzsebet, attempting to get out of a sticky situation, tried to find the correct words to say to avoid getting skewered multiple times by Nos. "Well, you see... um... normally, at home, my best friend allows me to feed from him, but obviously he is not here, and it has been quite a while since I fed. I intended to have a drink when upon returning to my ship.... but then I smelled blood and saw Inferno here... and well... you know what happened." Still, he did not look amused at all. "I... really... am very sorry it happened. I give my sincerest apologies to all disturbed by this. Don't worry, though, Inferno is not seriously harmed. He'll be bit weak though..."

Erzsebet's joy at the man, who she now knew was named Inferno, being forgiving quickly turned to despair as she realized that it wouldn't matter if no one else was. She would probably be imprisoned... possibly even put to death. Fearing for her life, she remembered that she still had her AK-47 with her.... 'no' she thought. 'I will accect whatever they decide to do with me'. That would be the best. If she used her gun, among these people, her homeland would be at war with everyone else in the region, and doubtless, her beloved forests, the cities, her comrades, would be destroyed.
She hadn't meant to take as much as she did from Inferno, but it had been so good... Still, she had now jeapardized her nation, for a legitimate reason, as far as her government was concerned, after all, she needed to feed, but the people here might not see it that way. What scared her the most was the thought that her people might pay for her foolishly trying to run on empty. She supposed, if she was able to get out of this alive, that she would resign, and hopefully they would send a better diplomat. She hadn't meant any harm. In some ways she was still the troublemaking 18 year old ensign she'd been ten years earlier. In Callisdrun, it was no big deal that she was a vampire. It appeared to be quite different here. She realized, that to these people, she seemed to be an actual menace. Was she? What if she was?

For the first time in her life, Erzsebet felt ashamed of who and what she was. Tears now poured down her face as the wave of unimaginable shame swept over her.

"Here, let me help you through the door" she spoke quietly in a trembling voice as she, Inferno, and Nos reached the entrance again.

OOC: this is supposed to go before Nos's neck-poking and butt-slapping, the stupid server was acting up though.

ooc/ Sorry I haven't been on (I've been busy)
IC/
the guards followed Sorvik down the hall, staying just behind her. They were close enough to stop the attack, but opted not to, instead they maintained their 'in-cognito' orders as best they could.
When Nos stabbed (?) Inferno they made themselves know, pointing their AK-47s at the man, "Halt, or be shot. You as well Lady Sorvik."
One spoke into his radio, "General, we have a situation here. One man down, two more currently armed; but we'll fix that."
He turned to Sorvik and Nos, "Put your weapons on the ground and step back one high- I apologize, two metres. And do it slowly, as we will not hesitate to fire."
He turned back to his radio, "We are disarming them. We are 7-2 9-1 of your position. We may need some help sir."
He listened a second to his commander then put the radio on the floor, intentionaly neglecting to switch it off. He pointed his gun at Sorvik's head as his partner did the same to Nos.

ooc/ Olarian (these soldiers are Olarians) measurments are different, can you tell?:)
DFD, Nos stabbed Inferno right? If not, the soldiers still drew their guns on them anyhow. (don't you love Olarian Gurrilas :)

OOC: yes I was stabbed, dammit why do I get stabbed?

IC: INFERNO was laying on the ground he looked up at his two attackers. How can Nos of stabbed him like this? Now it is gunna be so hard to live...

INFERNO Looks up with pleading eyes at Nos and Lady Erzsebet asking for any chance at life once again.

Inside INFERNOs head he thinks how can this happen damn shouldnt have come to this party!!

Nos looked about, a gun trained at his head, his stupid grin fading into pure rage and anger. However, he continued to hold the sword at his side, the blade dripping another minute droplet.

He looked down at Inferno who pleading looked up at him, almost begging for an answer or for his life.

Nos compassionate looked down at his dying victim. His rage overwhelmed him and his face filled with hatred, "I hate you all! All of you! You took my home from me. You let the enemy in. You let Der Fuhrer go! Damn you all! What did I ever do to you? I silently served this nation in the shadows of great people.....of Der Fuhrer and Mathias! And now look at me! Look at Der Fuhrer! Look at Mathias! Look what you did to us!"

OOC: Seriously guys, Inferno hasn't didn't really lose any more blood to Erzsebet than you would lose when donating blood. It really isn't all that much.

IC: Erzsebet took off her AK-47 and took out the magezine, casting both items in opposite directions. She bent over and ripped off a bit of fabric at the bottom of her dress and put it to Inferno's new wound, stanching the bleeding. She felt sorry for him, he seemed to be a nice guy. Erzsebet ignored Nos, for the time being, she didn't know what he was talking about really, but it didn't matter to her very much now. She noted that the guard's gun was still very close to her head.

Erzsebet prepared herself for the inevitable end. She hadn't wanted it all to end this way. If she had to die young, she would have preferred to have been slain in battle, or just about any way other than this. This was about the worst way to die she could imagine, at the hands of her nation's allies, in disgrace. She had failed her nation. She would be thought a traitor, all because she had been in too much of a rush to feed before attending the party. She had been sent as a diplomat, to solidy Callisdrun's entry into the alliance, but instead had possibly provoked war with her allies. Dying would be the easiest way out.

She didn't resent the guard holding her at gunpoint, not at all. After all, he was only doing his job. He didn't know that she hadn't meant any harm. The pain of the shame was unbearable now.
She turned to face the guard pointing his gun at her head. It amused her that despite the fact that he was about to carry out her execution, he still called her "Lady Sorvik." It was comforting though.

"If you must shoot me... which no doubt is the inevitable conclusion to this situation... I have one small request...." It was hard to speak through with death so close. "I wish you to shoot me through the chest, rather than my head, for my family's sake." In Callisdrun, it was common practice to have an open casket funeral. Erzsebet wished things had turned out differently, she wished that no one else had been present. She thought they were being unreasonable, as she had thought she had made it clear upon entering the party what she was. Of course, it didn't matter whether or not they were being unreasonable, they were the ones holding the guns. She felt such a fool for not simply feeding on board her ship and avoiding this entire predicament.

Now, for a simple mistake, she was about to die. She thought she must look a wreck, crying and sobbing. What a disgrace! Another advantage of dying in battle would have been that she would not have had the chance to cry. She hadn't even had a chance to meet and talk with Der Fuhrer. She considered herself, in all respects, a failure.


OOC: I don't know how you guys want this to play out, but I don't really want little Erzsebet to die especially much, because then I would not have a main character, and I'd have to start all over again, and also, I like my main character. I'll accept it if you do kill her, but I hope you don't. And as I said, Inferno really hasn't lost a huge amount of blood, about the same portion as one would donate, really.

OOC: INFERNO may have lost that amount when you fed, but he also lost blood from before you even came, it was a good cut on his wrist that he was able to use to attract you to him, and also he is losing blood from the attack from Nos.

IC: INFERNO looks at the guards and with a hard and as forceful of a tone as he can he says "Do not blame Lady Erzsebet for a thing keep your guard on Nos he is the traitor and the one that needs to have the guns held on him."

INFERNO feels the room spin and he passes out "Damn, just like when I was shot by all those tranqs"

Erzsebet noticed that Inferno had passed out. He was still losing blood from his neck wound.

"Oh dear gods! Inferno has passed out!" She looked at her guards with the pleading look she had mastered, but this time, it was more than genuine. "Do as you wish to me, but please don't let HIM die. He doesn't deserve this. He needs medical attention. At least call an ambulance or something. Please?... Don't let him die..." She hoped they had the sense, heart, conscience, whatever to save him.

Turning her face to Nos, she said "I have no idea what's gotten into you. How could you have done this?" She realized it must sound odd coming from one who had just been drinking his blood, but she still hadn't deliberately stabbed him in the neck with a sword.

Nos stood tall and erect, refusing to put down the sword in which another tiny droplet of blood fell from the tip.

His grin ceased, as he stared at his victim without remorse.

OOC:
Too tired to continue. Will do later.

The guards didn't repsond to Lady Sorvik. Then continued to point their guns at her and Nos' heads. They had been trained to disregard anything a potential enemy might say as to where to point their guns.

Dalmir and the rest of the DP troops that were in the area came running down the hallway from both directions. Sorvik, Inferno, and Nos were surrounded. More would be coming from the lower floors as well where they had recieved orders to high tail it to this situation.

Dalmir took an Ak-47 from one of his men and strode forward to Nos. Then he firde one bullet into the bicept of Nos' sword arm, "You were warned. Disobey again and you may not live to be tried for your crimes."

He turned and walked over to the Leutinent, "If they move, shoot them. I'll go and see that doplomatic affairs are tended to. Oh yes, and make sure that man doesn't die. I'll see that medical crews are dispathed immediatly."
With that Dalmir began to walk away back down the hall.

ooc/ I'll wait for some replies before I cointinue as I'm sure that Nos won't be happy.
Oh yeah, and seeing how an Ak-47 can shoot through cinder blocks and trees and such, I don't think that Nos will have much of his arm left. If you want him to not be shot there, or whatever. Say so and I'll rewrite.

Sighing with relief that Inferno would be saved, Erzsebet cursed the guards in her thoughts, 'what nitwits', although she was not so stupid as to utter those curses aloud. She hated them, now. They were going to shoot her in the head. What bastards. They could at least have the courtesy to shoot her the heart, in accordance with the traditions of honor in her country. She still wondered what could have crossed Nos's mind for him to stab Inferno for no apparent reason. And why did he say "damn. missed"?
Maybe she should try to escape, so that at least she could die fighting. No, that would be of no benefit to anyone, especially not her comrades.

She wondered what "diplomatic affairs" Dalmir was attending to. Probably a declaration of war against her country, she realized with despair. Oh well, she was about to die anyway, she thought. She knew that while in her own country she was just an ordinary regular woman, here she was anything between a dangerous person and a monster, probably closer to the latter.

Silently fuming with rage, Erzsebet glared at Nos, her eyes like smoldering green fire.

ooc/ Nice posts Callisdrun :) I'll wait for DFD and Ultimate_apocalypse before I post more.

OOC: you really think so? what do you think of Erzsebet so far? I'm worried that I made it too cheesy.

Nos stumbled backward stopping when he hit the wall, his arm searing with pain, as the clinking of his sword hitting the ground resounded. His jaw clenched tightly, shooting pain throughout his body. He opened his mouth, a sorry excuse for a scream of pain being released.

Painfully he mumbled, "Fly....."

He crumbled against the wall, his knees caving in as he cradled his wounded arm. He remembered a time where he fought a difficult opponent only to be impelled through the chest in the end. He felt that attack again. It became something he often relived during trying times.

He relived this attack, closely followed by Mathias's beating, which was still vague and cloudy to him. The fist that struck him, the fist of his best friend, left him wounded in a realm other then the physical world.

Nos crunched against the wall, mumbling about the fly, while cradling his arm. His piercing blue eyes caught the man who fired on him, but no amnosity filled his eyes, only questioning.

Dalmir went downstairs to find Hunny*Dew.
When he had found her he said, "Admiral, I think you had better come with me..."
He had completely forgotten that hye still held the AK-47 in a readied position.


ooc/ Erzsebet's a good character, a bit cheesy yes, but you seem to pull it off. :)

The guards downstairs, still in their half stupors of careless meins lazily leaned against their stations, barely taking notice to anything, until a gunshot snapped them awake.

Moments later, Dalmir appeared, carrying a loaded and readied weapon. The guards glanced at one another, nodding in confirmation that this was no light matter. They withdrew their side arms, positioning themselves to surround Dalmir, who was now at Hunny*Dew's side appearing to the guards to be holding her under aim.

Mathias's gaurds surrounded Dalmir quickly, one yelling in a deep commanding voice, one well acquainted with giving orders on a battlefield.

"Drop your weapon immediately!" His eyes had a flash of anger in them, as he watched Hunny*Dew being held up. His mind raced, "What the hell is going? Why are they targeting Hunny*Dew? Was he the one? Did he shoot that shot?"


OOC:
This is going to get interesting! :lol: Way to liven matters up guys! I actually enjoy this! Just remember that my gaurds are clueless as to what happened, so Dalmir looks very guilty, although he is innocent.

OOC: I hope it's clear that Erzsebet is supposed to be slightly insane, in combination with being fiercely patriotic. Sorry if it sounds too cheesy at times. She's also fairly intolerant of people she percieves to be slow or dim-witted.

IC:
Erzsebet was completely confused now. Why didn't they just get it over with? They hadn't even asked her any questions yet. She couldn't stand this boredom. She wished she could talk, but considering the demeanor of her apparently insanely slow and culturally illiterate guards, they would probably interpret it as enough movement to justify shooting her. She cursed in her native tongue through her teeth. It was about all the talking she could do without any movement. Bastards. Was it a crime to keep oneself alive?

> Well...the real mental guy is really going to wake up this party...brace yourself...

///Perry saw way too many people with guns for his own comfort. Standing in a towel...with no weapon on him...his paranoid look pierced left and right...stopping on Hunny Dew and none other than Autumn and some guy infront of them both with a gun while guards trained their guns on them...this was getting good...

He slipped away from the scene without anyone noticing...being everyones attention was at the the little stand off...he had two options go back to his plane right outside or explore this place...which could he cause more havoc with...

:lol:

ooc/ Mwaahahahahaha!...........MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA :twisted:
This is gonna be good!

ic/
Dalmir glanced at the guards, at their guns which seems to be suppiciously pointed in his direction. One told him to drop his weapon.

Dalmir shook his head, "No, I no longer trust any of you here. First the general Mathiasis, and now the man called Nos. Do you have any among you who still have their sanity!?"
He turned to Hunney*Dew, "As I was saying admiral. There is a situation upstairs which I think you and your men should see as my men don't know how to handle such matters in accordance with your laws."
He turned to walk away, then stoped and said, "You should call medical teems as well, a man was stabbed in the neck."

He continued to walk until the gunbarrels of the guards were pressing up against his gut, his own gun was now slung over his shoulder, but it was clear that it could be shooting any second. Dalmir had lost all official tone and was now acting as a battlefield commander, "Remove yourselves from my path."

Ezsebet heard a bit of a commotion downstairs. Despite wanting to turn her head in the direction of the noise, she remained standing stock still, not moving a muscle except to blink and breathe. Since she was still facing her guards, she decided to stare directly into the eyes of the one she was facing. There she stood, no expression on her face at all, her eyes opened wide, but the rest of her body as still as a statue.

OOC: Gladius, do you have any sort of plan at this point, or is this all spontaneous?

ooc/ Of course I do Callisdrun! http://boards1.wizards.com/images/smilies/rant.gif Who do you think I am? http://boards1.wizards.com/images/smilies/nonono.gif

You want to know my plan? http://boards1.wizards.com/images/smilies/teach.gif I'LL TELL YOU MY PLAN! http://boards1.wizards.com/images/smilies/Up_to.gif
You see my plan is...umm....Nyaaa!*runs hastely out of the room*


No, I don't have a plan, its just sorta happened this way lol. The Dalmir thing is just to liven things up. If you want to mess around with it, be my guest...But beware, for you may be set upon by my army of super-killer-smiley faces! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!
http://boards1.wizards.com/images/smilies/invasion.gif



I'll wait for DFD before I post anymore Dalmir.


Oh, and about what the guards do, it realy is what people are trained to do (I'm in Kung-fu, and it's what they teach us to do) so don't take it the wrong way.

IC/ The guards around Sorvik ignored her stare, their eyes were fixed on her chest (that way they could see her every movement).
One of the men thought to himself, What the hell is she doing? She's just so damn creepy!

OOC: Hmm. Well, just don't kill my character. I'm fine with her being arrested for some time (although she'll have to be fed), but I kinda was intending on having her do something (that I will not divulge the details of at this time) so I'd rather not have her imprisoned for any large amount of time.

Oh and I'm not taking it the wrong way, my character is :D

IC: Erzsebet simply stood there. The guards appeared to be staring at her chest. She would have been amused, slightly flattered, and a bit offended had the situation not been so serious. Though her dress was somewhat revealing, the guards appeared far too serious and professional to be gawking. Hopefully, they were getting at least a tiny bit uncomfortable.

OOC: Noooo, not the dreaded army of smiley faces! run to the hills!

*INFERNO lies on the ground in a pool of his own blood*INFERNO thinks in his head*"what was that they might be able to save my life alright I shall live to get Nos back for what he has done"

*Meanwhile a helicopter is seen soaring across the night sky towards the Depths of Hell*

*Major Katalyst is inside of the helicopter*
"I hope My leader is ok I know he said that this place is somewhere around here"

New region. Deus Ex. Not a chain store in site, excpet starbucks and wallgreens, who could live with out them. Where else could you get a 4 dollar cup of coffe or get a pair of socks at three in the mornig. Ha I love it.

ooc/ Stop spamming! Whats with al the spam!?:evil:


SPAM! SPAM! EAT IT! EAT IT! :twisted:

Anyhoo, I won't kill your character, don't worry. But I don't know what DFD will do when her character gets wind of this lol (probably not much)

IC/
The leutinent knew that lady Sorvik was getting uncomfortable, and that was how he wanted her kept.
He began working a plan in his mind. Yes, this vampire would be easily broken if Dalmir gave the order.

OOC: Break? Dude, that's basically the same as dying. I kinda have plans with this character, if she's broken, she may as well be dead, and it would be far from easy. I think DFD needs to post for any serious changes to occur in the situation.

IC: Erzsebet continued staring at the guard, as he continued to point the gun at her head. It appeared as if the world was standing still. She might as well fall asleep, she thought. Of course, if she did that, she would fall down, and considering that would involve quite a bit of movement, the guard would probably use his orders as an excuse to shoot her. If only she could kill him. But no, she would not take revenge for this indignity, even if she got out of this alive. What a scene she had made. All she had wanted was a drink... she just couldn't help herself. After a while, she wasn't even conscience of the fact that she was staring intently at the guard. She wouldn't get shot, at least not yet, for no movement was necessary for thought.

Meanwhile, on board Varghona-
Commander Leif Bjornsen and Lt. Commander Katarina Farkas sat idly on the bridge, playing cards. They were a bit inebriated as well.
"You know" said Leif, "It's not really fair that we get behind while Erzsy gets to go to a party." They had both known their commanding officer, Erzsebet Sorvik, since training, and were a bit indignant at being left behind.
"We could always crash it," replied Katarina. Both of them young officers, they got bored easily when there wasn't action.
Leif looked up and grinned. "Exactly what I was thinking."
After getting their overcoats, they headed out, taking a small boat to get to the city, from there walking to the party.

OOC:
Sorry, bailing someone. *cough* Dante.......


IC:
Hunny*Dew lowered her hand, symboling for the guards to lower their aim. She sighed and pulled herself together.

"Dalmir, please lead the way."

She looked to the guards and gave them a reassuring nod that there was no need to worry themselves. The guards stepped back, no longer prohibiting Dalmir from moving.

Meanwhile Nos feebly crawled to his feet, stumbling to get up. Once up he started to walk away, guiding himself with his hand, leaving a red trail along the walls of the mansion.

ooc/ I won't kill, or break your character, that is just what that one character was thinking. :) (slight, almost nonexistent different, but its there...somewhere)

Bailing? I won't ask. Too many questions...

IC/
When the guards saw Nos attempting escape they fired at his lower legs (shins, calves, whatever). For the most part, they ignored Sorvik.

Dalmir lead the admiral and her guards upstairs to the scene...

OOC: ok, glad that's cleared up.

IC: Leif and Katarina arrived at the door to the house. They were quite eager to get in on the party. Though they were Erzsebet Sorvik's peers and had known her since joining the navy, they were about two years younger, and it showed. Still, despite being rambunctious in the extreme, they were skilled officers. Even so, they never missed a party if they could help it.

"Shall we knock?" asked Katarina. Leif simply grinned in reply.

Meanwhile, Erzsebet was still standing still, staring at her guard. She had noticed Nos's effort to escape, and also the guards' shots that halted his efforts. She didn't feel particularly sorry for the man. Just then, she realized that she had to use the lavatory. The situation had reached a new level of dire discomfort.

Bailing? I won't ask. Too many questions...

Heh...whos in for round 2...

:twisted:

Bailing? I won't ask. Too many questions...

Heh...whos in for round 2...

:twisted:

I don't understand what you mean but sure, why not.

You wanna go?! Huh! You wanna go?!

Hows Timhortons sound?

I'm so nice, I'll even give you the bill :)

(that was a joke BTW [I made a funny!] And for those of you that are not Canadians (you poor people) Timhortons is a donut shop, a Canadian Starbucks if you will)

IC/
The leutinent noticed a slight change in Lady Sovik's demeanor, he didn't quite know what it meant. But she seemed to be getting restless, "A problem Lady Sorvik?" He asked in an official tone. He smiled as he saw the humor in what he had just asked.

OOC:
Our little buddy was arrested.


IC:
Nos withered in pain, gasping painfully as he crumpled to the ground once again. His life was slipping, yet again, he could feel it as it quickly slid from under his grasp. He no longer had control of his life.

He began to wish he was dead. His duty to his nation failed miserably. He was just another failure in the long line that The Dictatorship was spewing out.

He curled into a small ball, clutching his terribly wounded arm, or really what was left of his arm, a few muscle tissues and tendons and ligaments holding it together. His leg was bleeding perfusively from his wound, the bullet passed through his femoral artery.

He cringed on the ground, trembling and mouthly silent words. Pain began to cease as an inevitable darkness began to creep in. He life was passing quick.

His blood was pouring out, his previous over indulgance in alcohol again proved to be another fluke; as it inhibited his ability to fight back, aim correctly, and now made his blood so thin.

He lay on the ground, trembling and dying.

"I need to use the restroom, that is all. Really not much of a problem in comparison to the two people on the ground." Though she was furious at the guards, as well as at Nos, she still remained polite, as being rude would not help the situation at all.

Leif and Katarina, noting that no one had answered the knock, invited themselves in. They looked around to find where the good times were. Then they heard the gunshots. However, instead of rethinking the situation, this only made them more curious.
"Oh no..." gasped Katarina.
"If Erzsy is here... this doesn't bode well... those gunshots came from upstairs, didn't they?" Leif was worried. Erzsebet was one of their dearest friends, as well as the commander of their squadron. They quickly made their way towards where the sound had come from, not bothering to take off their coats.

OOC:
We are going get scenes going, and to save posting time this post is a collaboration between Dante and myself, done on my name. After all, he is living here for the moment, so why make him wait until I get off.


IC:
The Depths of Hell was silent, as the last resounding echo of of the deep low voice rippled in the background. Der Fuhrer her tears of hope minutely sparkling in the corners of her eyes stared at this voice.

Mr. Nye stood there, his mien of devious intent barely decipherable. However, that was not the voice she heard. No, it was a fair more familiar voice, coming from behind Mr. Nye's right side.

A well known and familiar face stared out from behind the barrel of his shotgun. The stressed and worn out face of Damon looked toward her, the barrel of his gun aiming at her.

Tension and confusion did not spread throughout the base as anticipated. Everyone knew very well what was going to happen. Der Fuhrer, stood her ground. She did not flitch as she heard the first shot fired, nor when she heard the second, and the third.

The laughter of Mr. Nye was heard blending into with the shotgun blasts, the shots echoing loudly, stirring Treschow from his sleep. He sat up quickly, as pain seared throughout his body, just in time to see Der Fuhrer drop to her knee.

OOC: I kinda still have to get my character out of there and actually do something with her, this whole situation has delayed my plans a lot longer than I thought it would.

OOC: I guess I should be draged off by the gaurds or something so that I will be taken care of?

IC: hearing the shots at nos INFERNO cringes not actually knowing who those shots were fired at.


*flying around looking for the Depths of Hell*
General Katalyst looks down upon the land hopeing to see some sight of the base INFERNO said he was last going to. She needs her INFERNO she only feels safe in his arms and right now she is not feeling at all safe, the world she knows is starting to crumble beneath her.

ooc/ As I said, asking about the bailing would only require more questions to understand the answer.

I would end the standoff situation thingy, but I'm waiting for Der Fuhrer to post Hunney*Dew's reaction and the reaction of the guards.
But anyhoo. If she doesn't post it soon we shall just have to have 'Erzy' escape now won't we?
Oh, why not? Lets have Erzy escape! (I think the method will be obvious)


IC/
The leutinent smiled, "Very well Lady Sorvik."
He motioned to two of the guards, who then lead her to the restrooms. They stood guarding the stall the stall (or rather the occupant), until they heard an 'Ahem!' or something to that effect and understood what she meant. Since the window at the other end of the restroom was very tiny, and they figured they would hear her if she went for it, they stepped out of the room. But they kept their guns ready.


Dalmir, who was still leading Hunney*Dew down the hallway stopped when he heard the click of the door and the sound of hasty footsteps.
He turned to Hunney*Dew, "It sounds as though there are new guests, perhapts some of these men should meet them?"

(listens to Hunney*Dew's response and nodds, then resumes leading them to the scene)

Erzsebet hoped that Inferno would get medical attention in time. She really did feel genuine compassion for him. Not very common for her, considering he was a stranger. She knew what she had to do. Since no relief, other than going to the restroom, appeared to be available for the situation, an escape would be necessary. That was it, she would escape to downstairs, and then extricate herself from the party, leaving a long explanatory note so as to reduce diplomatic repercussions. From there she would get back to the ships, they would set sail and then probably kill a bunch of people. But how to go about it? There was a window... but it looked small.... however, Erzsebet was a rather on the small side herself... for some reason she always felt pleasantly mischevious a few minutes after feeding. The window could work, if she was quiet. She remained in the stall planning her exit.

OOC: If DFD posts in time, she can still have Hunny*Dew difuse the situation, making an escape unnecessary, if she so wishes.

Hunny*Dew's sweet singsong voice gracefully chimed in, "Yes Dalmir, Mathias's guards will take care of the situation, no need to trouble your men in the matter. They will see to it that everything is kept in orderly choas." A slight and faint smile crept into her face. Everything had gone so chaotic, a typical Reich celebration.

She followed gracefully behind Dalmir, hoping to end this, before the situation became uncontrollable.

At the same time, Mathias's guards cut off the path of these newcomers, their guns poised and ready to fire. They were through with all this confusion, and demanded order. If it was one matter they depised, it was not being in control or understanding what was taking place. The fact that Mathias turned instantly was a wound that would not heal, and they were unwilling to tolerate any more surprises.

A guard spoke up, demandingly and cold, "Stop. Explain yourself. No one passes without our consent."

///Perry slid outside...no one taking any notice. He did good in escaping until he ran into a woman. Startled he glared at her...

> DFD...this is C9...

Leif and Katarina were stunned at the cold greeting. They hadn't expected to be so rudely addressed at what they had heard was party.

Leif, completely enraged, gestured with the vodka bottle he was holding and retorted "Explain ourselves? What explaining is there to do? We're for a party, the least you could do is say a f***ing hello!" It was very unusual for Leif to become this angry.

Katarina, noting that maybe Leif's outburst was not a good first impression, restated the explanation in a more polite way. "We heard that our commander, rear-admiral Erzsebet Sorvik was at a party here. We were bored so we decided to join in the fun. You wouldn't happen to know where she is would you? Sorry about Leif, here, he's normally much calmer." With that she smiled rather sheepishly after patting Leif on the chest.

OOC: I kinda don't want Erzsebet to have to escape because I want to have her meet up with Leif and Katarina, to create a bit of a humorous scene where she attempts to scold them (in Callisdrunian), and everyone else gets a bit confused.

ooc/ Its all good with me. But I'm still waiting for DFD to post what Hunney*Dew does.

IC/ Dalmir, Hunney*Dew, andf the rest of them reach the scene, and the guards part giving the party a clear view of the situation.
"Sorvik has been taken to the rest room General," the Leutinent bowed.

(what does DFD's characters do?)

All other Iracundians/Olarians do what they've been doing.

OOC:
Another collaboration set between Dante and myself. :lol: We are going to break these posts down so that they are not super long posts, but rather shorter multiple posts.


IC:
C9 laughed at this half naked man.

"Well now. If it isn't Mr. Perry......Perry of Mahanoy. *evilly grins* What brings you here? Who are you going to kill? The Dictator is gone....you just missed her!" Her sniding comment ended in a snarl. She knew very well who Perry was. As a leading operative in the assualt to bring him down, she was well acquainted in all the recorded facts about him.

Perry grinned back, an equal sniding and rebellious grin. "C9......who would've thought you'd make it this far? Weren't you just a amatuer at the game? Too feeble and weak minded?"

C9, rather shocked at the comment, although having previously expected it, became serious. "Perry, this game is in my hands now. I hold the cards and you are now the pawn. War changes people Perry."

His grin magnified ten fold, "More then you know C9."

Admiral Hunny*Dew's soft eyes monitored the scene first settling upon Nos who was crumpled in a heep on the ground, moving further down to find Inferno laying unconscious on the floor, and lastly, taking note the the guards parting to show the entire sceen.

She shook her head in mild disappointment. Leaning toward Dalmir her soft sweet voice whispered, "Dear, I believe we have some mess here."

Her smiled radiated. Her voice sweet and knowledgable, respectable knowledge, but not authorative sang out, "Please assist Mister Inferno downstairs, to be transported for immediate medical attention. Also, please have two of Mister Mathias's guards come to remove Mister Noskalenaeuroph from the area. Furthermore, I request Miss Sorvik be escorted from the restrooms, when she is finished, to report to me. And dear Dalmir, would you accompany while we wait?"

She gracefully gliding along the corridor, past Nos, past Inferno, past the parting guards into a small cherry wood crafted bench. Her smile radiating.

The guards continued to block the path of the two new comers. The numerous gunshots were the last straw. They really could not let anyone past, lest they allow trouble to enter.

Knowing that Admiral Hunny*Dew was upstairs trying to order the chaos, they could not allow anyone past.

> and another

> and another

> opps my bad...

Erzsebet heard Admiral Hunny*Dew's voice out in the hall. She had very good hearing, despite having served in gun turrets during the early part of her career. She rather liked Admiral Hunny*Dew, and so, decided that attempting to explain her part in the debacle would probably be less risky than attempting to escape through the tiny window. Having made a decision, she exited the stall and washed her hands at the sink, taking her time so as to annoy her guards. She had always derived some satisfaction out of being troublesome. For some reason, she was hearing voices coming from downstairs that sounded strikingly familiar. She left the restroom and returned to the hall with the guards.

At the entrance, Leif was still incensed at the less-than-warm-welcome the guards had given him and Katarina. He swore at the guards.

"Well?" he asked impatiently. "Have you seen her or not? It's a simple question." Becoming overly sarcastic, he added "Is the location of our little rear-admiral now a classified secret? In the last couple hours has it become tantamount that her whereabouts not be disclosed for the sake of national security?"

Katarina simply rolled her eyes and shook her head. Leif tended to respond to rudeness with rudeness. At this point, there really wasn't anything she could do about it. She shrugged to signal this to the guards.

Leif made a comment about one of the guards' mother in Callisdrunian. Katarina couldn't help chuckling at this. She then took a swig from his vodka bottle.

"I cannot let you pass without consent from my superiors. This area is off limits do to numerous shots fired. All people involved are to be held for questioning. No one else is allowed to enter without consent from Admiral Hunny*Dew or Der Fuhrer herself, and seeing neither is currently present, I cannot grant you access.

"Relax, grab a drink, do whatever, but you just cannot pass."

The guards, growing anxious and uneasy at the thought of Admiral Hunny*Dew unprotected outside their watch. They shifted their poise and stance, growing irate and frustrated at the thought that they were obeying her orders to stand down when they should have been up there with her.

Leif looked around impatiently. He was calming down now, as he realized the guards were on direct orders. There was nothing he could do, well, nothing that wouldn't create an international fiasco, that is. And it sounded like there already was one.

Katarina looked on with concern. Turning to the guards, she spoke in a semi-worried polite tone, "I'm dreadfully sorry about my friend here. If you're not allowed to let us pass, can you tell us if you've seen the lady we're looking for, and if so, where she is? She's rather slight, black hair, green eyes, tattoos everywhere... have you seen her here?

"Very well admiral," Dalmir gave a quick bow, "It shall be done."
He drew out his radio and switched it on, "Units 2 and 7, please bring Lady Sorvik to admiral Hunney*Dew, she is at the scene now."

He turned to the leutinent, "You and one other, take Mr. Inferno down stairs, see to it that Mathias's guards recieve Hunney*Dew's orders."

The leutinent noded and tapped the nearest man. They both pased their rifles and AK-47s to other soldiers to hold and helped Inferno down the strairs. When they reached the bottom of the stairs (only after much many stumblings and the like) they saw the two guards speaking with newcomers.

"Excuse me," the leutinent shouted over to them, "Where is your infirmory?
And where are Mathias's Guards?"

The guards acompanying Sorvik waited for her to emerge, and waited, and waited a little bit more.
"You know this is on purpose right," one said.
"Yeah, I know," said the other.

Finaly Sorvik exited the restroom and they brought her to Hunney*Dew.


ooc/ Yay! Something new is happening and this problem is nearly done :)
Only one thing left to do, try to figure out what could replace the past few problems?

Erzsebet managed a small mischevious grin upon emerging from the bathroom. She knew she had at least succeded in slightly irritating the guards. They walked through the halls and came before Admiral Hunny*Dew. Erzsebet waited for her to speak.

OOC: Well, after this situation is done, I'm going to have Erzsebet leave for a little bit and then probably come back. What I'm planning to do will probably present some new problems, depending on other people's reaction to it.

Disrupted from their intent watch over the new-comers, the guards turned their weapons on Dalmir's forces only to withdraw their aim on sight.

"Excuse me," the leutinent shouted over to them, "Where is your infirmory? And where are Mathias's Guards?"

The guards stepped forward, as if by some unseen force, standing at full attention, blinking close to nil. One of the obviously higher guards spoke out clearly standing at full attention, "You called?"

Meanwhile, the servants and other guests moved aside, giving room to Dalmir's guards assisting Inferno. He would need medical assistance, no doubt, but to get the assistance here would take some time, unless......

Katarina and Leif both looked at the injured man. The looked at each other with expressions of alarm. There were discernable fang marks on his arm, but there was a curious stab wound in his throat.

Leif studied the injuries and said to Katarina, in Callisdrunian, "Well, it seems pretty clear that she was here and did manage to get into trouble. I hope that wasn't her getting shot."

"They wouldn't tell us if it was." Katarina hoped it wasn't. "Besides, she couldn't have been the one to make that thing in his neck, and that's the most serious of the injuries. She doesn't have a weapon with her to make a stab wound like that."

They continued to stare intently at the injured man, who was Inferno.

OOC:
Another collaboration post.


IC:
Autumn slowly stepped forward, her lament a dark aura which seemed to wrap around those within a ten foot radius of her. Her deathly pale skin was a ghastly white, her hair lying on her shoulders as if defeated, her eyes surrounded by dark black circles, as the sparkle of her stare was long gone.

She collapsed to the floor, her fragile thin body, sickly and no longer retaining the strong muscularness and militantness of her past. Tears poured from her eyes. Once again the great Hunny*Dew had walked away from her without a mere nod of the head or silent word of acknowledgement.

She wanted to know one thing, just one simple matter. Nothing more than a five minute phone to find out if there was still hope for her, her daughter, the people.

She lost everything when she was saved from that base in Whitecastle. The only man she really ever loved was taken from her, shot in the ass and taken from her. Her mother died. Her daughter, who was under the care of her mother, was now kidnapped and being held hostage, in a situation she heard nothing more of. She feared the worst. She lost all.

But.......when Der Fuhrer Dyszel came out alive, came home......there was hope. Hope, that somehow Dante may have made it out alive as well. But no word was heard, none at all.

She began to heavily sob, her cries becoming a cry of her inner torment and lament as her very soul cried out. "Please........just tell me if he is alive. I need to know!"

She buried her head in her hands as tears dripped from beneath them, landing in tiny splashes on the cold hard ground.

"I need to know," the muffled cry called out resolutely, as another tear, a real tear, fell to the ground.

Of the guards present, six stood at full attention, ready for their assignment. Two of those gaurds, seeing Inferno in desperate need of medical attention left the line the unseen force had created, and went to his aide.

One of the guards took close notice to his wounds. He lowered his head in rather disappoint.

His sarcastic rather uninformative voice drew out, "Let me guess......Nos?"

Seeing his answer in the eyes of Inferno, he shook his head and turned back to his accompanying guard. "Damn it. I told you not to let him drink or let him out of that room."

He was in the midst of trying to assist Dalmir's guards in getting Inferno to a medical facility when he heard a soul shuttering cry. He barely recognized the voice, as it has been softened and defeated. His curious glance met Autumn on the floor, and he knew then what she was crying about.

Turning to Dalmir's men he spoke, "Excuse me. I will handle this," as he nodded to his partner to join him.

The two guards slowly advanced on Autumn as to not startle her. They removed their weapons and laid them on the ground before stooping down to meet her. The same guard as before placed his hand gently on her rapidly rising and falling shoulder, as she sobbed heavily.

His voice, now soft and reassuring spoke, "Autumn, dear, it is alright. Calm down. I cannot make any promises. He was really in an aweful condition. They shot him in the ass Autumn, and the bullet severed a major artery. I seriously doubt he survived. I will check if that offers any sort of comfort to you, but please do not build up your hopes. He is more then likely dead, rotting on some floor of that base, or yet, even in some dark cold damp cell still. Autumn, you have been pardoned by The Reich for you rebellious actions. Please, try and forget the past, and move on. Dante is dead. Everyone knows that Autumn. Please, my dear, get your life together. There are more important matters, like finding that little girl."

Autumn looked up, tears streaming down her face, rage mixed with the remorse. Screaming now, [b]"How could you say that! Dante could be alive and you all just want to give up on him! He could have ended all of this a long time ago, when he first survived that shot! BUT NO! You all could not leave it stand! Push a man to fall into his own national arrest so that he is defenseless to end the one thing he has sole power to end! I led the rebellion. I was quite aware of the potential end of the war by the regain of Dante's power! And you all were lost in your own confusion to stop and look at the real problem........the corrupt politicians you allowed to take over HIS empire!"

The guard was baffled. There was so much he never really knew about the war, or the Whitecastle rebellions, or the overthrowing, segregation, and seperation of Dante's empire. He was lost in this debate. Taking a new approach, he kept his hand on her shoulder. "I am sorry dear. I did not know. I will call."

Her anger resolved and welled at the same time. This man had no right to call her dear and to argue about a situation he knew nothing of, but he was going to find out the only thing that mattered to her miserable life anymore. She nodded, struggling to stifle these new tears.

The guard walked to the phone, picked it up, and after minutes of trying to remember a phone number, punched the simple multiple digit number. After a few moments, the long open gallery of the main enterence silent, no sound issuing other then the sound of muffled words and footsteps from somewhere above, his voice, now authorative and demanding spoke.

"Hello. I am inquiring about a patient, whom may or may not be registered within your hospital. *moment of silence* Yes, the patient's name is Dante.....Dante....you know, I do not even know if he has a last name. *another moment of silence* Yes, ma'am! *long pause of silence accompanied by the guard shifting his stance* Thank you ma'am. But one final request. Could you please search the "John Doe" ward? I am sure you saw a picture of Dante ma'am. His profile was released all over the television for so long. *brief pause* Oh good, you do know him. Thank you ma'am. *very long moment of silence, again accompanied by a shifting of stance* Yes, I understand. Thank you ma'am. Thank you very much."

He hung up the phone very slowly, holding his hand over it for a moment. He turned to Autumn, who was staring at him pleadingly. Slowly, he negatively shook his head. "I'm sorry dear," was all he could mutter before an ear piercing wail cut the air sharply.

Inside The Depths of Hell, three more shots were rapidly fired, from a Desert Eagle. The loud shots echoed with fury, resolving with the finality of a falling body.

Der Fuhrer's ice cold voice, apathetic yet cold, demanding quicker then any action, "Red Queen.......now."

The lights were killed instantly and the sound of running, sliding, and another crashing sound echoed throughout the pitch black corridors.

A man's voice obviously in serious pain cried out, "Der Fuhrer!"

The sound of the ominious name echoed again in the dark, followed by a manicial little girl's laughter that seemed to issue from every, an omnipotent power. The laughter cut off all other sounds, as mass confusion persued.

When the laughter stopped, the only sound heard was the sound of a steady dripping. No heavy breathing, no curious inquiries, no footsteps, no Red Queen. Just a steady dripping, monotous and ceaseless.

Back within the mansion, the lights suddenly went dark after the wail of Autumn, as if her wail had knocked out the power and lights.

An eerie silence, along with that of Autumn's silenced sobbing filled the room, mixing with the frightful silence of The Reich, the deathlike silence that loomed all over the region, especially at night, when nothing seemed to stir or want to stir, not even the air.

Admiral Hunny*Dew, sitting on the wooden bench in complete silence, listened for any sound. The complete darkness of the corridor awakened a fear she refused to acknowledge before......Der Fuhrer Dyszel, in the The Depths of Hell with the enemy, with no more then a few guards.

She began to tremble at the thought. She knew very well that the sudden power outage was triggered from within The Depths of Hell, since Mathias's mansion was under the same security as that of The Depths of Hell, regardless of how far away they were from one another. Something may have been terribly wrong, and she feared for the life of her great leader.

In the background, an eerie drift seemed to issue from seemingly nowhere. A small draft of very cold air wrapped itself around her legs. She shuttered, in the complete dark at the feeling, unaware of what was causing it, being as she could not see a thing, not even her hand right in front of her face.

She remained silent however, unwilling to talk or ask anyone a simple question as to where they were or if they were alright. An eerie moaning issued from again seemingly no where, a the draft of cold air issued again, the moaning the air squeezing through a narrow and tight crack.

Her curious gaze squinted in the darkness as she searched for something, anything. She found nothing.....resolving to sit on the bench remaining completely silent.

Erzsebet's eyes quickly adjusted to the dark. All Callisdrunians could see well in the dark, especially vampires. She scrawled a note to admiral Hunny*Dew explaining what had happened and why she had to leave. (OOC: I may write the specifics of the note later).

Her guards could not see her, she was free, for the moment at least. She had to get away. She paused when she reached the pitiful form of Inferno. Now that the lights were out, he would probably die. Erzsebet did not want him to die, especially not if it was partly her fault. It would not be right. Still, there was only one option now if his life was to be saved. She didn't want to do that, though. That would be almost as cruel as death, perhaps more so. If she turned him, he would be forced to live as she did, and presumably it would be much harder to find donors in his nation. Still, vampires could afford to lose a lot more blood, although if he didn't recieve medical help, he would still die eventually. It would take time, as it was much more involved than simply biting him. The way the process worked was still not very well understood, and to reverse it was an even more recent, incredibly risky ordeal. What she had to do with him in order to turn him was.... embarassing at the very least. Still, she couldn't let him die when she had a way to save his life.

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you, but I can't let you die," Erzsebet whispered as she started to cry. She bit her lip, hard, to get blood to drip out. To turn one to a vampire it was necessary for him to drink blood during the ordeal. "Please don't take this the wrong way." She laid him flat on his back, and very quietly mounted him. It was necessary. She supposed it could be considered rape. It didn't very much matter to her, Inferno was near death, and this would save him. She wished there was another way.

OOC: I won't be getting any more graphic than this about it. Erzsebet making Inferno into a vampire was not my idea, although I won't name names ( :lol: ) and what she does to 'convert' him is because I couldn't just have her bite him, as I've already said that one doesn't become a Callisdrunian type vampire just from being bitten, so I had to make up something that she could do quickly, and I have a dirty mind, so, you know how things sometimes go. Inferno, you can ignore this if you don't approve. TG or IM me either way, please.

IC:
Leif and Katarina looked at each other when the lights went out, noting that the guards would not be able to see them. Both nodded, signalling that they knew what the other was thinking, and without a word, they bolted in.

Erzsebet finished with Inferno. It had been a horrible decision to make. She hurt. But for now she had to run. She figured she could get her AK when she came back, she had two, so it was all right. As quietly as she could, she ran down the hall to make good her escape.

OOC: If anyone has a problem with any part of this, just TG or IM me (my AIM name is BassistSartori) and we'll work it out.

ooc/ !DIRTY! :shock: !DIRTY!
Sorry, I couldn't resist :)
A umm, how could she do that if Inferno is being held up by two men?

IC/
When the lights went out every DP soldier could be headr muttering curses in their native tongues. A few could be heard saying things like "I knew we'd need 'em if we haven't got 'em" and "Why didn't I bring a flashlight? I always bring a flashlight!"

The leutinent felt Inferno fall, as if he had been pulled to the ground. He imediatly reached for his absent weapon. Then he heard the voice of Lady Sorvik appologizing. He turned in the direction the other soldier had been, "Find and subdue Lady Sorvik, she's here somewhere."

The other soldier nodded, even though he knew it was useless and began searching the darkened room. He knew what 'subdue' meant, and he wasn't happy about having to do it. he didn't much like Lady Sorvik, but she didn't need to die.

Dalmir made his way carefully to where he had last seem the Hunney*Dew. When he didn't find her, he called out for her, "Admiral? Do you still wish to speak?"


ooc/ Yeah, I know you don't want Sorvik dead, but no one says they catch her, and I need to develope my blood thirsty officer type leutinent. We all win! :D

OOC: Yes, dirty indeed. :lol: . Inferno is being held up by two men? Shite, how did I not get that? well, IM me and we'll work something out. I thought he was lying down, either on the ground or a stretcher (also on the ground). Sorry about that, boy I'm stupid. :lol: I said it wasn't my idea to "convert" Inferno. Blame the dictator. I just had to figure out a way that could happen quickly. I'm going to wait until DFD posts or contacts me to reply.

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ooc/ Inferno falling from the soldiers' grasp is how it works lol Did you not get that?

ooc/ Inferno falling from the soldiers' grasp is how it works lol Did you not get that?


OOC: I'm an idiot, remember? I'm really sorry I'm so stupid, just be patient. Oh well. I think, actually, that maybe I shouldn't RP anymore, cause I'm really too stupid and not a good enough writer for it.

ooc/ stop? why? 1. does it matter that you aren't to bright? Nopety Nope. 2. Does anyone (except maybe der Fuhrer and Dante) put much effort into writing good posts? I thinky not. (I can write far better than what I put in my posts. I have links to prove it! :twisted: )
Anyhoo, don't quit now. I suck at hackey sack yet I spent almost an hour tonight hackeying with a complete stranger over at yonder McDonalds. the truth is if you suck no one realy cares. :)
That concludes my post.

OOC: Actually, I do put effort into my posts. That's why missing key points is so incredibly embarrassing.

IC:
Erzsebet broke into a full run down the hall. Even in her dress she could run suprisingly fast. Though her boots were heavy, she was accustomed to them. She ran down the stairs coming at last to the floor on which the main part of the party had been held. She bumped into someone.

Leif and Katarina quickly found the stairs and made to dash up them.
"Oof" said Leif. He then realized that he had bumped into Erzsebet. She did not have her AK with her, and her lip was slightly cut.
"Are you all right, Erzsy?" Both Leif and Katarina were concerned.

"Well... I think I just caused an international fiasco... it was a bad situation, I'm completely at fault for it, too."

"Oh no... we're not at war with everyone, are we?" Katarina was close to hysterics.

"No, I left a note to Admiral Hunny*Dew, explaining what happened. Unfortunately, I had to convert Inferno, but he'll probably live now, so he can corroborate the note. As far as I know, we're not at war with anyone we weren't at war with before. Still, let's get back to the fleet, we have work to do."

They quickly made their way through the now darkened house, towards the exit.

OOC: here's the note that Erzsebet left to Admiral Hunny*Dew
IC: "Admiral Hunny*Dew, I can only express my deepest regret for this situation, and I fear that I am entirely to blame for it. When I came to the party, I had counted on being able to simply feed upon returning to my ship. However, I became more hungry than I expected, and when the peculiar scent of nourishment reached me, it triggered a reaction that I hadn't thought I was hungry enough to get, and I could not control myself. I found this man, Inferno, down in this hall, with a cut on his arm. I drank from this cut and then apologized and was helping him back to the activities when Nos came and for reasons unknown to me, stabbed him. It was about this time that the guards came. After they finally decided to get Inferno to medical attention, and you came, I became more resigned to letting the situation work itself out, though I had thought of escaping earlier. But, when the lights went out, it became clear that Inferno would die if something wasn't done. I have converted him into a pseudo-vampire, enabling him to last a bit longer in his present condition, though he will still need medical attention. I deeply regret having to do so, and all that has transpired as it appears it was all my fault. I am embarking on a mission, which is my reason for leaving. My apologies for departing before the situation was worked out.

Sincerely yours, [signature] Rear Admiral Erzsebet Sorvik.

OOC: Hunny*Dew can still catch up with her and stop her from leaving, so I'll wait a while before posting again.

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OOC: Wow its been awhile since I have done one of these...

IC: O no was that the yell of Autumn? What could be happening to make her scream like that?

INFERNO feels himself being slammed to the floor the pain from the drop caused him to lose any sense of what was happening. Suddenly a warm embrace his body stiffened a tongue enters his mouth with the taste of something he cannot comprehend at the moment, that smell DFD???

INFERNO Lying there after he was just wow he couldn’t believe that, he was lying there whispering Der Fuhrers name....

Inside INFERNO's head thoughts form: That woman had the scent of DFD but I know that it was not. I seem to feel more life coming into me how can that be...She also had a scent of a...VAMPIRE...O no did she...how could she do this to me...*INFERNO can feel the change with-in himself not great enough fore it seems his transformation is not complete what is it he is missing?* "I know I still need medical attention but with this lack of power I do not think it shall be anytime soon."

ooc/ Hazzah! I just totaled up my populations :)

olaris = 1.62 billion
avarta = 1.349 billion
Balthous-Mithan = 639 million
das proletariat = 521 million
dirnen = 1.124 billion
Garthan Arcaat = 444 million
Gladius iracundia = 1.32 billion
i am the tsar = 1.137 billion
Oppressed Peopless = 1.143 billion
Solid Liquid Gas = 1.135 billion
The End of The Univers = 432 million
The Yellow Circles = 1.158 billion

Total = 12.022 billion


Don't mess with me :twisted: ger!

OOC:
I am now back from my escapade in Florida. I will be posting later this evening, just not right now. Quite busy with wrapping things up.

yay!

ooc/ Hazzah! I just totaled up my populations :)

olaris = 1.62 billion
avarta = 1.349 billion
Balthous-Mithan = 639 million
das proletariat = 521 million
dirnen = 1.124 billion
Garthan Arcaat = 444 million
Gladius iracundia = 1.32 billion
i am the tsar = 1.137 billion
Oppressed Peopless = 1.143 billion
Solid Liquid Gas = 1.135 billion
The End of The Univers = 432 million
The Yellow Circles = 1.158 billion

Total = 12.022 billion


Don't mess with me :twisted: ger!

yeah I will only say with like five of mine I have Total = 15.278 billion

ooc/ Hazzah! I just totaled up my populations :)

olaris = 1.62 billion
avarta = 1.349 billion
Balthous-Mithan = 639 million
das proletariat = 521 million
dirnen = 1.124 billion
Garthan Arcaat = 444 million
Gladius iracundia = 1.32 billion
i am the tsar = 1.137 billion
Oppressed Peopless = 1.143 billion
Solid Liquid Gas = 1.135 billion
The End of The Univers = 432 million
The Yellow Circles = 1.158 billion

Total = 12.022 billion


Don't mess with me :twisted: ger!

yeah I will only say with like five of mine I have Total = 15.278 billion

Show off! :(



:(...:?...:)...:D...:lol:...:twisted:

OOC:
None of us have bragging rights. Dante has completely crushed us. Stupid Dante...... :wink: