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The Elvan Princess Alanthil Eresetul, daughter of High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam has announced she wants to extend her search for a husband and future Prince to lands outside of the borders of Elvandair. This comes as a shock to the entire nation since a Prince or Princess has not wedded a foreign born person in 335 years.

The Princess says she is quite picky in her choice for a husband and said in a press conference last night she simply, "hasn't found an attractive man in Elvandair."

The nation who provides the suitor who Alanthil chooses will ultimately become in better contact with Elvandair and will gain the trade and wealth of Elvan goods that no other nation can provide.

Here is a picture of Princess Alanthil:
http://www.soapsite.com/skin/images/individuals/jewel08.jpg

The Consulate awaits quick reply, for Alanthil can be at times very impatient.

Keep in contact. Hopefully a wedding will soon be a reality.


-The Elvan High Consulate

Allthough the President is happily married he does wish to know if he and his wife would be allowed to come to the Wedding of this magntitude.
President CeleKorn awaits your reply.

we would send frankencense, myrh and gold to the party!

There happens to be a certain SS Reichsfuhrer in Das Uber-Deutschland that needs a wife....Helmut Von Stutgart is his name.

Wait a second, is this just confined to presidents and leaders of the country or can it be of nobility and high governement positions?

well my country has a royal family but the country is run by a democracy. Prince Alexi Tabolov (Tabolov is the royal family) is in need of a wife as he will inherit the thrown from his father King Dimitri Tabolov. I have a pic of him wait a sec.

I, Alderman Mulligan Reddler will ask the Princess.

...minutes later...

To quote Alanthil, "I don't care, as long as he's HOT!"

(This was followed by a smash of a bottle against the inside of the door of her room which I, in order to have spoken to her, opened: disturbing her


-Alderman Mulligan Reddler, speaking on behalf of The Elvan High Consulate

well my country has a royal family but the country is run by a democracy.

This is true of our Nation as well. We are Democratic, with our "President" being a Presiding Monarch, who has all the powers of a typical president. He is elected and his family is symbolically royal.

-The Elvan High Consulate

OOC: my bother stole my list of websites so i cant show his pics.

Alexi Tabolov info

OOC:since i cnat find his pics il describe him. He basically looks like Prince John of Britain exept with dark hair.

well my country has a royal family but the country is run by a democracy.

This is true of our Nation as well. We are Democratic, with our "President" being a Presiding Monarch, who has all the powers of a typical president. He is elected and his family is symbolically royal.

-The Elvan High Consulate

no no are goverment is different.
We have a royal familiy which is very royal and has the power to intervene with the High General who usaully runs the country. The High General is elected along with the council of 50 who helps the general make decisions. See our High General and King are different poeple.

well maybe with the amrriage our 2 democracy/monarchs can work together.

Prince Alexi Tabolov and SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart have been added to the Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors but Alanthil hopes she will recieve more choices of possible husbands.

I told her and she said to me, "ONLY 2?!?! COME BACK WHEN YOU HAVE AT LEAST FIVE!"

This was followed by another sound of the smashing of a bottle hitting her bedroom door from the inside

She's in one of her moods....

Anyway, thank you for acknowledging, everyone who has responded thus far is invited to the wedding; hopefully Alanthil will find a husband soon.

-Alderman Mulligan Reddler, speaking on behalf of The Elvan High Consulate

OOC: the funny thing is i had an earlier thread with Prince Alexi and he has a smug attitude too.

Prince Alexis royal plane takes off from Tabolov Airport in capitol of Terria. Flying to Elvadair in hopes of having a talk with the princess

OOC: Perhaps they'll fall for one another.

CEO Isha Mayne offers her Son, Adem Mayne the VII heir to the CorpSac empire

http://www.artistsuk.net/acatalog/mini-Dark_Elven_Brom.jpg

also a 1.2billion Cr bribe will be given if you say yes

*A letter has been sent to High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam in regards to his daughter*

Dear Everant Askmilliam,
As the ruling King of Rough Ryders, I have no queen. With no queen means that I do not have an heir to the throne. Please take my invitation to come to our nation along with your daughter, so that we may hold a ceremony in your honor, and you can have a relaxing vacation. Where upon arrival you will be treated to an opening ceremony the moment you step off the plane, and the greatest chefs from around the world will be flown in to cater exclusively to all your needs. Look at me as your genie, your wish will be my command. Please contact me at the Imperial Palace and let me know of your wishes to visit my nation.

Kind Regards,
King Wayne Long

*A letter has been sent to High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam in regards to his daughter*

Dear Everant Askmilliam,
As the ruling King of Rough Ryders, I have no queen. With no queen means that I do not have an heir to the throne. Please take my invitation to come to our nation along with your daughter, so that we may hold a ceremony in your honor, and you can have a relaxing vacation. Where upon arrival you will be treated to an opening ceremony the moment you step off the plane, and the greatest chefs from around the world will be flown in to cater exclusively to all your needs. Look at me as your genie, your wish will be my command. Please contact me at the Imperial Palace and let me know of your wishes to visit my nation.

Kind Regards,
King Wayne Long

okay i know how e setle this. Lets haveour bachelors fight to the detah. Last one breating gets the princess.

*A letter has been sent to High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam in regards to his daughter*

Dear Everant Askmilliam,
As the ruling King of Rough Ryders, I have no queen. With no queen means that I do not have an heir to the throne. Please take my invitation to come to our nation along with your daughter, so that we may hold a ceremony in your honor, and you can have a relaxing vacation. Where upon arrival you will be treated to an opening ceremony the moment you step off the plane, and the greatest chefs from around the world will be flown in to cater exclusively to all your needs. Look at me as your genie, your wish will be my command. Please contact me at the Imperial Palace and let me know of your wishes to visit my nation.

Kind Regards,
King Wayne Long

wow hes like a puppy dog

we will incress our offer to 1.9Billion Cr and she will have all she will ever want.
also with the New way of CorpSac what was a Corporation but since its got so powerful (this si due to our reach into space) CorpSac is now an Empire and Isha Mayne wants her son to marry his own kind. we dont just offer our son but if she weds him then you get all CorpSac technology.

man igotta go for the night soon. Hey Elvandair if the princess chooses my guy telegram me i i will begin getting the Royal Cathedral Raedy in Terronian or we could have it in your country.

*A letter has been sent to High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam in regards to his daughter*

Dear Everant Askmilliam,
As the ruling King of Rough Ryders, I have no queen. With no queen means that I do not have an heir to the throne. Please take my invitation to come to our nation along with your daughter, so that we may hold a ceremony in your honor, and you can have a relaxing vacation. Where upon arrival you will be treated to an opening ceremony the moment you step off the plane, and the greatest chefs from around the world will be flown in to cater exclusively to all your needs. Look at me as your genie, your wish will be my command. Please contact me at the Imperial Palace and let me know of your wishes to visit my nation.

Kind Regards,
King Wayne Long
his last name is long (hint hint)

Terronian, seeing as you and I are in the same nation, and if the princess picks you, do I still have an invitation to the wedding?

((Trumpets blare))
High Presiding Monarch King Everent Askmilliam directly responds:

1.) CEO Mayne, does your son have a name? For, without one he cannot be added to the Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors Alanthil finds him oddly attractive though.

2.) Tabolov will be able to approach her Highness Alanthil since she has not yet seen a picture. She awaits Tabolovs company in the Elvandair Palace.

3.) King Wayne Long, the Elvandarian Royal Family will gladly be entertained by your wonderful nation. We await Prince Tabolov, but soon after we can make arrangements for our visit.

To the nation of Elvandir and the regard of the marriage of their princess Alanthil-while we don't have "hot" guys, we do have those among our ruling government that are respectable looking-as well as quite better off than the rest of our nation that are very available and are quite interested. However, if you do reject our proposal to you, we will not come rampaging-as we have desperately wanted to do every time that we were mocked-instead, we will keep our weapons disarmed and as well as wishing the lucky two to have a happy wedding.

Adem Mayne VII

Trumpets Blare
High Presiding Monarch King Everent Askmilliam directly responds:

1.) CEO Mayne, does your son have a name? For, without one he cannot be added to the Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors Alanthil finds him oddly attractive though.

2.) Tabolov will be able to approach her Highness Alanthil since she has not yet seen a picture. She awaits Tabolovs company in the Elvandair Palace.

3.) King Wayne Long, the Elvandarian Royal Family will gladly be entertained by your wonderful nation. We await Prince Tabolov, but soon after we can make arrangements for our visit.

The Royal plane land lands in capitol city of Elavandair. With him are 2 armed guards. A lomo with the Teronnian flag on it pulls up and take shim to Elvandarian Royal Palace and awaits answer to enter. (he waits becuase yes he has a smug attitude but is polite towards buetiful women.

"She looks...she looks like a human!", said the Noble opening his eyes wide and thowing the picture to the fire.

"I see. Maybe she's not an elf after all. Keep trying to find me a nice bride, Duke, after all Aliria is going to marry in few days and I don't want to stay like an old and lonely man", said the ShadowPrince smiling at his noble, yet speaking in a tired tone...

((Trumpets blare))
High Presiding Monarch King Everent Askmilliam directly responds:

1.) CEO Mayne, does your son have a name? For, without one he cannot be added to the Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors Alanthil finds him oddly attractive though.

2.) Tabolov will be able to approach her Highness Alanthil since she has not yet seen a picture. She awaits Tabolovs company in the Elvandair Palace.

3.) King Wayne Long, the Elvandarian Royal Family will gladly be entertained by your wonderful nation. We await Prince Tabolov, but soon after we can make arrangements for our visit.

King Everent Askmillian, allow me to thank you for offering to grace our great land with your presence. Arrangements will be made for your arrival as soon as you pick a date to visit. Do you have any delicacies or chef's that you particularly would like to present when we have our grand feast?

((Trumpets blare))
High Presiding Monarch King Everent Askmilliam directly responds:

1.) CEO Mayne, does your son have a name? For, without one he cannot be added to the Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors Alanthil finds him oddly attractive though.

2.) Tabolov will be able to approach her Highness Alanthil since she has not yet seen a picture. She awaits Tabolovs company in the Elvandair Palace.

3.) King Wayne Long, the Elvandarian Royal Family will gladly be entertained by your wonderful nation. We await Prince Tabolov, but soon after we can make arrangements for our visit.

King Everent Askmillian, allow me to thank you for offering to grace our great land with your presence. Arrangements will be made for your arrival as soon as you pick a date to visit. Do you have any delicacies or chef's that you particularly would like to present when we have our grand feast?

okay yeah rough ryders done this before. He knows ho to seduce.

i gotta go see ya.

Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors
1)Prince Alexi Tabolov
2)SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart
3)Adem Mayne VII

Are all now possible suitors.

Clearly state the name of the one who you wish to offer and they will be added to the list.

The King loves crabcakes.

OOC: Aelosia, do you wish to contribute a name? This "noble" seems like quite the romantic.

Then crabcakes it will be, also may I ask what kind of music your beautiful daughter enjoys? As I will make sure that the live orchestra had learned it by the time of your arrival.

She enjoys listening to John Mayer, even though I've told her to stop listening to that garbage. Is it possible to have him there at the party?

I'm sorry to say His and Her Highness are both weary and tired. It is time for us to sleep. This matter will be resolved soon, and will be continued in the morning. Alanthil says she's so excited she can barely sleep, but off to our chambers we will go.

As I said before your highness. Your wish is my command. As you speak my servants are on the phone with him, extending the invitation to entertain you and your daughter at the feast.

*One of my servant hands me a note, I begin to read it to myself.*

Excellent, he has accpeted the invitation and will play in the Royal Ballroom during and after the feast. Also as you are allowing me to court your daughter, is there any music you would like to have played upon your arrival stepping off the plane?

His Eminency President Dionysus Bacchus is both democratic leader of Rotovia and it's Crown Prince. Though he chooses to rather submit to the people's will. Both of our nations could benifit from such a union citing Rotovia's need to birdge gaps between itself and the Elven nations, and Rotovia's size and influence may hold benifts for your nation also.

As is Rotovian Tradition the President will not respond personally until a reply is sent for your nation.

-Thomas Eykes
Aristocratic Affairs Minstry

His Eminency...
http://www.tu-berlin.de/~gruhlke/forum/con/brooks1.jpg
President Dionysus Baccheus
President of Constitutional Monarchy of Rotovia
Regional-Director for Defence: Reformed Oceania
Director of Diplopmatic Relations for The Cold Alliance
Director-General of the Rotovian Alliance of Independant States

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CorpSac empire palace
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in a dark throne room the Empiress was sitting on the throne, her son walked in he had just come back from the She'Klan region what had just be taken.
"you called mother" he sead in a cold voice
"i might have found you a wife, she is Elvan" she sead coldly
"Elvan like me...mother tell me how come im Elvan pure Elvan and your not" he sead "you never did tell me"
"dont question your birth right anyway with this marriage and this make an Ally and we need them" she sead "now go"

he walk out, "mother what does she look like?" he asked hopfully, she chucked a picture at him "oh....i think i will be vary happy to marry her" he walk off smileing.

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Message to Elvandair Royal Family
From Empire Of CorpSac Empiress


We wish to invite you and your family to the CorpSac State Party to celabrate the Sha'Na'Clee (its new years day) that will be held in 2 days time. also this is a grate time for your princess to meet my son.

we wait your reply

This message is sent to the other Suitors but its edited a bit

King Everent Askmilliam ,
I do not know if you are aware of recent riots that have taken place in my nation, that have since been taken care of, but some land had become availible. Please let your beautiful daughter know, that if she chooses to marry me, we will put up statues in her honor, and surround it with flowers of her choice so that my loyal subjects may admire her beauty.

Kind Regards,
King Wayne Long

As your daughter has requested, I have supplied a picture. This was picture was taken during the recent riots that were subdued almost as quickly as they started. Please give the following picture to your lovely daughter.

http://www.forumsigs.com/users/Wayne82231130/picstoppic.jpg

As your daughter has requested, I have supplied a picture. This was picture was taken during the recent riots that were subdued almost as quickly as they started. Please give the following picture to your lovely daughter.

http://www.forumsigs.com/users/Wayne82231130/picstoppic.jpg


OOC:

BOOOOOOOOO cheap shot :wink:

I can't compete with Aragorn...

Hmm... The Premiers Son, now the Premier, (old one got shot) needs a wife.
He looks like Orlando Bloom. Exactly like, Orlando Bloom.

well your son best not come near my nation, it law that anyone that looks like Orlando Bloom is then hanged,have a spike put were the sun dont shine and it comeing out of his mouth, set on display for 3 days, then set on fire.

on other news:

The Empiress is offering her other son Mike up for marrage.

http://www.mythicalrealm.com/images2/elfdark.gif

"Shes quite beutifull I suppose, but more immportantly she is the poster child of Aryan purity. She would make a very good adition to my Aryan pure nation. Political and economic +s aside, she is culturaly well prepared for the love of all Uber-Deutsch people." Finishes SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart.

well your son best not come near my nation, it law that anyone that looks like Orlando Bloom is then hanged,have a spike put were the sun dont shine and it comeing out of his mouth, set on display for 3 days, then set on fire.

on other news:

The Empiress is offering her other son Mike up for marrage.

http://www.mythicalrealm.com/images2/elfdark.gif

Better not then.

he is the second best worrier in the Empire his brother is the best, but his sister is the best er....person, tho only 18.

The emperor of Tri-Federation Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
Would definately be interested of marrying as he is still single and needs an Empress to rule his growing nation.

Following the letter, there arrives 300 Red and blue roses to the princess.

http://oiei.larp.fi/vapaa-avaruus/Generalissimus2.html
OOC: Link to the picture as I can't upload it. BTW: That is an pic of me in an LARP.

* A gift has arrived for the princess. King Wayne Long has sent one of the most beautiful Royal Lions to the princess as a token of his affection for her.*

Greetings most gracious Lord Everent Askmilliam,

We have heard your offer to enlarge the list of hands seeking your daughter and in hearing so offer our hand. We hail from the elven lands of Keldjora and as such are the perfect suitor for your daughter. Please consider this proposal while I donate three pairs of our sacred nekoru as a negotiation gift.

Respectfully,

His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Xedrethor
Patriarch of the Divine Imperium of Keldjora
Regional Delegate/Founder of Aldaria

The Presidents newphew Linkonian de Grays is currently looking for a bride and wishes to be one of the possible suitors.
He describes himself as an able warrior, good listener , romantic, rich , and very deep and sencitive.

Good day, loyal subjects and National Representatives, High Presiding Monarch Everant Askmilliam would like to extend his thanks to all who have responded thus far.

Here is the list of suitors hitherto:

Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors
1)Prince Alexi Tabolov
2)SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart
3)Adem Mayne VII
4.)President Dionysus Bacchus
5.) King Wayne Long
6.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
7.) Mike Mayne
8.) Linkonian de Grays

I will present this list and the photographs I have received to my daughter, Her Highness Alanthil.

If others wish to bring forth names, they are welcome to do so.

-H. P. M. Everant Askmilliam

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Everant walks down to Alanthil’s chamber. The birds are chirping and the sun is shining, it’s a wonderful day.

*Knock, knock, knock on the door*
“Yeah?! Who is it?” responds the princess.

*The King sighs*
“A lady of proper breeding responds with a kind, ‘Yes’ she doesn’t bray ‘YEAH’ like a jackass.”

“Oh father, I apologize, I thought you were Alderman Reddler, he’s been pestering me incessantly about the suitors.”

“Well, anyway, I’ve come to present to you the new list of suitors, so far we have six names of possible husbands for you, all of respectable nations. I’m sure you’ve been informed of some of these suitors already, correct?”

*Alanthil looks over the list*

“Yes, I’ve been sending and receiving messages to Tabolov, I’ve heard of The Uber-Deutschlander, and I’ve seen the picture of Mayne and I've gotten gifts from some of the others.”

“Well then, have you decided upon seeing any of these men out on casual dates?”

“Well, Tabolov is quite charming, I expect him at the kingdom any day now. This will be the first man I will see out.”

“But remember CorpSac has invited us to their New Years Festival in two days, so if Tabolov doesn’t respond today, you will be forced to meet the two Mayne’s next.”

The princess looks disheartened

“Very well then, I just do hope Tabolov arrives…”

“There are many eligible men in the world, Allie, you will find a decent one soon.”

The princess sits longingly waiting for Tabolov, but continues to have the other suitors in mind.

If the Princess so wishes it, I will come to Elvandair when the time is of her likeing. After my visit, I would like to invite the princess to my homeland, Das Uber-Deutschland. The fatherland is a beutifull place and the people would be delighted to meet here eminence in person. The Aryan people of my nation could not hope for a more proper wife. I can assure you her stay will be enjoyable and comfortable in every way.

By his hand, SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart

Our Foreign Minister is elvish and he got a massage to the princess.

Law, hîr nín, ú dollen i Rîw. Anírach, nui lû, gwannad uin gwaith lín I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith.

Message to the Princess
From Adem Mayme VII

I wish to ask if you wish to come with me to vist the most lovely Lush Forest moon of Sha'Klan III in the Endorian Star System to watch the sun set that only happens 1 each Earth year, we are not shore if you nation is advanced as ours, so the heir is offering to take you in the Rolyal Transport. he seens to know that you must be under grate stress from the whole marrige offers and visting all the people. he offers this for you to get away, this if corse will happen over the CorpSac party but it will give you time to think alone if you wish.
i feel that this is a mean thing to do makeing you pick a person who you will spend the rest of your long life with from a picture some gifts and people being fake towords you.

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trumpets blare

Hey, it's Alanthil. Enough with the formalities. I'm tired of doing everything by correspondence. I'm coming out of hiding and i'm here to address all of you. I'm just looking for a nice, handsome, romantic kind of guy who can possibly become ruler of Elvandair, with me as his queen.

Ok. I'll just go down the list for what I think about all of you.

1)Prince Alexi Tabolov - OK
You are a really sweet guy, and I hope we can meet face to face.

2)SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart - OK
Honestly, the whole Neo-Nazism is kinda creepy, but I'll visit your nation in time.

3)Adem Mayne VII - OK
Your pic was really mysterious, I thought I didn't like your looks at first, but in time you became... intriguing

4.)President Dionysus Bacchus- REJECTED
Um.. you're a little too old for me, so scratch ya off the list... sorry....

5.) King Wayne Long -OK
Wow, you look just like Aragorn! I love LOTR! I can't wait to see you at the party!

6.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza -OK
I need a strong leader, and you don't come off that way, but i'll give you a shot

7.) Mike Mayne -OK
I don't know what you look like, but if you look anything like your brother, i'll give you a shot.


OK.... so that's one off of the list.

But remember this list isn't final, if anyone else wants to court me, CLEARLY state your name, and you'll be added to the list.

Thanks Guys.

-Her Highness Princess Alanthil Askmilliam

http://www.soapsite.com/skin/images/individuals/jewel04.jpg

OOC: the pic of mike is near the top of this page.

IC:
a full detailed histroy for Adem will be sent to the King from the Empiress the son doesnt know this is down.

Adem is trained to be a Leader as the Heir to the Throne of The empire and just under 12 solor systems to control it was important he could fight as well. but Adem was not the sort who liked it. he never acted like somone elce to impress, in fact the only possible marrige he had was killed on the Proxima 5 rebalion. after this he started to hide takeing his anger out on the Enamy of the Empire.
Adem has been in 8 Campians all but one was a complete sucsess, with him leading 1 to 4 Legions (Legion=500,000 people).
He never has been the same since the Proxima 5 incerdent.

My lady, I bielive you misunderstand our culture. We are not nazis (national socilists) we are members of the NCPP (national capitalist peoples part) who bielive in the supremacy of Aryan people. We have carried over many of the symbols of the third reich, however many of those were sacred to the German military previous to the third reich anyway. We do not hold with genocide or any such ideals carried out by the third reich.

SS Reichsfuhrer Helmut Von Stutgart
http://photos.groups.aol.com/_img/onesixthwaroom/RgbqKC/stutgartt.jpg

Well, I do apologize for the misinterpretaion, But I must say, I don't believe in White Supremacy, for we, the Elvan People, have gotten over racial differences hundreds of years ago. In fact, so many of us have interbred and have had interracial children that we all take on, for the most part, the same skin tone. Not many elves are very dark, the darkest skin tone is a light-brown-caramel color.

Regardless of the fact that we are somewhat racially different, we don't acknowledge it.

If our political ideals are too different, then frankly, I don't think we will be right together.

-Her Highness Princess Alanthil E. Askmilliam.

http://www.soapsite.com/skin/images/individuals/jewel12.jpg

Our Foreign Minister is elvish and he got a massage to the princess.

Law, hîr nín, ú dollen i Rîw. Anírach, nui lû, gwannad uin gwaith lín I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith.


How dare you insult me like this! This is an outrage! I'm telling my father!

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Alanthil runs to tell her father, the HPM Everant Askmilliam

"Daddy, read this! How dare those Swedes insult me like this!"

reads

" '...a horse-mouthed wretch of a beast-woman!?' Whoever wrote this libel will answer to me! And answer to me soon!"

rushes out of his chamber to inform the Secretary of Foreign Affairs

//\\

In that case, luck on your search for a man fitting your ideals. May you have many years of happiness and good health.

In his own hand, Helumut Von Stutgart

double post

damned triple post.....

Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors
1)Prince Alexi Tabolov
2)Adem Mayne VII
3) King Wayne Long
4) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
5) Mike Mayne


The list has shrunken! Hopefully with more quality time with more people Alanthil will find a proper suitor!

Any other suitors want to join the list, now that there is room?


-HPM Everant Askmilliam

why do people have to insult each other, mmmm...this is becomeing more trubble then i would have thought. oh well
Adems invite is still open he will be departing tomorrow for the moon, he awaits your reply

* A personalized telegram has been sent to Princess Alanthil*

Dear Princess,
I do hope you liked the Royal Lion that has been sent to. He was trained for just such an occasion. John Mayer has arrived at my Imperial Palace and along with myself, he eagerly awaits for the day that you grace us with your presence. Please tell your father that I have recieved the services of Jochen Riedel, chef of heralded Grande Roche in Paarl, South Africa, to cater to your every culinary desire. We have also received a shipment of the best fireworks from the far east to light up the brilliants night sky. Decoration of the nation has also begun for the arrival of you and your father. The loyal subjects are very excited at having a queen as beautiful as you to help me rule the country. Until we speak again.

Your Truly,
King Wayne Long

Price Alexi Tabolov brings his personel jet and says he has urgent matters to deal with in Terronian. Ask the Princess if she would like to come along. He could hold a giant parade in her honer.

Message to Tabolov:

You've responded! Yes I will see you first.

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Message to Mayne:

Adem, I will join you on the moon, I will depart to CorpSac promptly after I go to Terronian. I can't wait to see you :-)

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Message to King Wayne Long:

I will join you very soon. Does the party need to be done soon? Surely it can wait a bit, right? I must meet a suitor on the moon before I can grace your nation with my presence. :-)


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Hector:

Just say when you want to meet, and we will meet.


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Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors
1)Adem Mayne VII
2.) King Wayne Long
3.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
4.) Alexi Tabolov


-Her Highness Princess Alanthil E. Askmilliam

Princess,
I am only making such arrangements, because this party is going to be extravagant, so I need time to make sure everything is as perfect as you are. As we speak the royal sculptures are busy chiseling away a statue in your honor. I have also sent along with this letter a gift for your father. I have sent him the Royal Sword of light as a gift for allowing me to court you. This sword is one of the oldest in the history of our nation. Using the power of the sun and the moon, it is said to light up even the darkest of days. And for you I have sent you one of the rarest flowers from the tropics. It is called the Anthurium, when it blossoms it has up to 89 colors in its petals.

Yours Truly,
King Wayne Long

Princess,
I am only making such arrangements, because this party is going to be extravagant, so I need time to make sure everything is as perfect as you are. As we speak the royal sculptures are busy chiseling away a statue in your honor. I have also sent along with this letter a gift for your father. I have sent him the Royal Sword of light as a gift for allowing me to court you. This sword is one of the oldest in the history of our nation. Using the power of the sun and the moon, it is said to light up even the darkest of days. And for you I have sent you one of the rarest flowers from the tropics. It is called the Anthurium, when it blossoms it has up to 89 colors in its petals.

Yours Truly,
King Wayne Long

In one of Taharasopolissa's numerous public eateries...

A young man happened upon the curious news item, staring through a magnifier at the daily micropaper.

"Elf princess seeks foreign husband, doesn't care as long as he is 'hot.' I wonder what 'hot' is elvish for."

"Popular slang term for attractive." The man sitting across from him adjusted his loincloth, staring at the remnants of what had been a glorious seaweed souffle. "Why don't you ask her?"

"Well, funny thing, that." He looked over the article. "Well, it does say she doesn't care much about anything else. Won't hurt... I wonder if I can get a 402s4-B Foreign Relations Improvement exemption on postage if I send it in as a suitor..."

And so, Tim Johann Mattenga joined the company of others with far more personal wealth and centralized political power in applying for the hand of the princess... and perhaps the only one to handwrite his letter using a seaweed stick and faintly beige recycled paper.

Oh well. At least calligraphy was a hobby of his.

Dear Princess, he began, I've heard of your search and your frustrations, and perhaps I could help you come to a happy settlement of your search...

OOC: I will cook up a photo of some sort eventually, give me a bit...

Personal Letter to Princess Alanthil E. Askmilliam
encrypted
Decrypted on Princess Alanthil E. Askmilliam command only
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Princess Alanthil E. Askmilliam
i read alot and know alot, from what ive seen most of your "suitors" seem to win you over with gifts and partys and such. none seem to want to know you for who you are. I will not say i love you and i will not lie to you. i myself wants to get to know you, the real you not the front you put up.
my offer to the moons is still open and i leave in 12 hours and wish you to come even if it is so you can let off some steam. the sun set is only seen once a year and the sun rise is also once a year but thats near to the middle of it.
I know that marrage is for life and do you realy want to get a marrage with a man who is interested in your looks wealth and power and not for who you are?
i hope to see you soon

Adem Mayne VII
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On the moon with Adem Mayne, Princess Alanthil is bewildered by her surroundings

"My, it's just so beautiful," says the princess. "Now Adem, tell me why you consider yourself a proper suitor?"

She gazes into his mysterious eyes and awaits a response

Dear Princess,
Please do not look at my gifts and celebration as a way to just win you over. Throughout the celebration when you come to my kingdom, I plan on letting you know the me outside of the politics, and the ruling of my loyal subjects. I would also without naming anyone, would like to point out the hypocrisy of one suitor who claims the rest of the eligible suitors are trying to win you over without getting to know you. Yet, this particular suitor has to take you to such an extravagant vacation where the reaches of Earth do not exist. Into a world that the Earth can be seen from afar. If that is not what the rest of us are doing I do not know what is. On a lighter note, how did your father enjoy the sword that I sent him earlier?

Yours Truly,
King Wayne Long

Ah, I'm sorry that the picture was of such low quality but I can assure you that I am indeed a strong ruler. However, if I have understood you right you seek an possible co-ruler for your nation. I'm already the emperor of my own nation and thus occupied already in the politics of Tri-Federation.. but if you wish to be my empress, you won't regret it.

Physical data on the Emperor.
Height: 2.03 Meters
Weight: 100 kilos.
Eyes: Dark brown
Hair: Brown/black
Physical stamina: Former professional soldier.

Yours truly. Emperor Xavier Ì Gorriza.

I will send you two hatchlings. The other is the Tri-Federation raven and the other the long extinct feather bellied raven that my researchers have revived. The Tri-Federation raven is the most intelligent bird in existance and it will bond with the person who raises it. It is capable of understanding speech and learning to communicate using complex sentences.

OOC: And he won't get old as we clone him if he dies.... ;)

Military Department Housing, Da Nang, Nuevo Kowloon...

"Lookit this, sir-there's a Princess put an add in the paper seekin' suitors-sez they gotta be hot!" Sgt. Dallas Chui informed his commander.
"You've been listening to my mom again, haven't you?" Lt. Colonel Chi Nguyen asked his batman.
"Sir, I wouldn't do that! (but you really oughta get hitched...)" the Sgt said, setting down Chi's breakfast.
"Yes, you would...and that, my friend, is a fact." the Youngish officer said grimly.
The old Sargeant chuckled, "Look, sir, you're almost twenty-five, you set records for the fastest Battalion Command climb in seventy years, yer a bona-fide war hero, an' the local girls flirt every time you walk down th' street..."
Chi looked at his batman, "You, Sargeant, are exaggerating on that-hell, last time I had a date, I was a shave-tail leutenant."
The NCO frowned, "Yes Sir."
Chi folded the paper up, and tossed it in the trash, "Besides, I don't have time for that kind of nonsense, an' she's a Princess-those're high-maintenance kinda girls, she'd go nuts being married to me."
The Sgt. nodded, "Yes sir, nuts sir..."

Later...

Dear Princess Alanthil:

I am sending this note with the hope that you will consider my Commander as a possibility. Chi Nguyen comes from one of the finest military families in our country, his conduct leading the Second Battalion of the first Armour Regiment in our nation's assistance of Emperor Pyrrhus in the ongoing Phyrrician civil war makes him a genuine War-Hero, and he's a hell of a nice guy too.
He's 25, which might be a bit older'n what you're looking for.
I have to be honest here, Lt. Colonel Nguyen told me not to bother, 'cause he says you're too good for him-but Me and the boys in the barracks saw your picture, an' we think he's good enough for a gal looks like you, hell, he's a better man than any ten men walkin'- an' he's a straight-shooter, no B.S. at all.
Anyways, Me an' the boys want to let you know if you want a stand-up guy with good looks and can stand up to anybody, you should consider my C.O.
Don't tell him we sent this, ok? he's kinda shy.

Sgt. Dallas Chui,
HHC 2nd Battalion, 1st Armoured Division
Da Nang, Nuevo Kowloon

KILL THE ELFS PRINCES AND ALL

"We so do love watching the humans sell their daughters into the slavery of other humans running nations. It's quite...humorous. It's so barbaric how they believe they can do this, and make off with their high-priced slave-trade. Humans still have a lot to learn. We may not be as technologically advanced, but our civilization has passed theirs by eons."

--Belca Bristleback, the PointBlade of the Flaming Skull

Our Foreign Minister is elvish and he got a massage to the princess.

Law, hîr nín, ú dollen i Rîw. Anírach, nui lû, gwannad uin gwaith lín I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith.


How dare you insult me like this! This is an outrage! I'm telling my father!

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Alanthil runs to tell her father, the HPM Everant Askmilliam

"Daddy, read this! How dare those Swedes insult me like this!"

reads

" '...a horse-mouthed wretch of a beast-woman!?' Whoever wrote this libel will answer to me! And answer to me soon!"

rushes out of his chamber to inform the Secretary of Foreign Affairs

That wasn't really what i thought of. It's a love letter! Not a hate letter.

"We so do love watching the humans sell their daughters into the slavery of other humans running nations. It's quite...humorous. It's so barbaric how they believe they can do this, and make off with their high-priced slave-trade. Humans still have a lot to learn. We may not be as technologically advanced, but our civilization has passed theirs by eons."

--Belca Bristleback, the PointBlade of the Flaming Skull

Well seeing as the princess is not human, it looks like the Orcs may need some lessons in the power of obeservation.

Our Foreign Minister is elvish and he got a massage to the princess.

Law, hîr nín, ú dollen i Rîw. Anírach, nui lû, gwannad uin gwaith lín I amar prestar aen, han mathon ne nen, han mathon ne chae a han noston ned 'wilith.


How dare you insult me like this! This is an outrage! I'm telling my father!

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Alanthil runs to tell her father, the HPM Everant Askmilliam

"Daddy, read this! How dare those Swedes insult me like this!"

reads

" '...a horse-mouthed wretch of a beast-woman!?' Whoever wrote this libel will answer to me! And answer to me soon!"

rushes out of his chamber to inform the Secretary of Foreign Affairs

That wasn't really what i thought of. It's a love letter! Not a hate letter.


OOC: I know, I just thought it would be funnier if i did it this way since you left no name for a suitor; you weren't in the running anyway.

The president of the Republic is very interested on improving the human, commercial, cultural and emotional relationships with Elvandair.

An official visit to our wonderful country would be a good idea. Think about it.

Le Président

Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors
1)Adem Mayne VII
2.) King Wayne Long
3.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
4.) Chi Nguyen

This is the list this far, the princess has not returned from her trip to the moon with Adem Mayne, but she will soon. (She doesn't think Tabolov is dependable enough as a suitor so she removed him from the list.)

King Wayne Long, we would like to thank you for the Sword of Light, I will bring it with me to the festivites in your nation. It's quite intimidating indeed.


Hector Faustino, the palace has just recieved your package of the Ravens via Elvandair Express, thank you. They will be great presents for the Princesss when she arrives from the moon.

On the moon with Adem Mayne, Princess Alanthil is bewildered by her surroundings

"My, it's just so beautiful," says the princess. "Now Adem, tell me why you consider yourself a proper suitor?"

She gazes into his mysterious eyes and awaits a response

"i dont, i cant, how can i? thats not my dession thats yours, how can i say that im a proper suitor, can i read your mind your heart?" he looks away "id rather know the real you then the title you have"

"The real me will take more time to learn about, but I'm sorry to say I must be going. I've had a wonderful time, said the Princess, but I must meet King Wayne Long back on Earth. Until we meet again, Adem, Thank you again for the trip."

The Princess departs from Adem's company and enters her private spacejet, back to Earth and soon after heads to the Nation of Rough Riders.

....

Alanthil arrives at the gates of the Nation of Rough Riders with her Father, the High Presiding Monarch Everant Askmillian, and awaits a greeting from King Wayne Long

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Having taken the throne at the age of 19, Dictator Keith Cooper of The Empire of Efforts has formally asked for an introduction to the beautiful princess. He has mentioned his fondness for your princess several times, so I took it upon myself to aide him in his endeavors. That is, of course, what our country is about. Our cause is to further the causes of others, and this seems to me a most worthy cause. Our newly appointed Dictator is well versed and has won the hearts of all of the females under his rule, but declines on his picture being taken as that would cause the coveting of his hand. Of course, for the princess herself we may be able to talk him into it. I thank you for your time, and any further questions or comments may be lodged at our country where I will answer upon my first chance.

Enclosed is an emerald encrusted evening gown, compliments of Efforts. We know that its beauty cannot compare to that of the princess, but we hope that she will accept this as an offer of our interest in more relations.

Sincerely,
Allen Arceneaux, Prime Minister of Efforts

*Alanthil arrives at the gates of the Nation of Rough Riders with her Father, the High Presiding Monarch Everant Askmillian, and awaits a greeting from King Wayne Long*

*Upon hearing of the arrival of our guests, King Wayne Long makes his way down the streets, which have been decorated in banners of Rough Ryders colors and Elvandair colors mixed together to represent the possible union that may take place. Loyal subjects are standing shouldered together along the street bowing as King Wayne Long walks past them.*

*As the gates open a loud cheer is heard among the watchers for the arrival of the honored guests. *


King Wayne Long- I am very pleased that you were able to make it, after bing so busy these past few days. *Bows respectfully to Everant Askmillian, and graciously kisses the hand of Alanthil* Please allow me to lead you to the Imperial Palace so that we may begin the rest of festivities.

*A carriage pulled by two of the Royal Lions arrives and King Wayne Long allows his guests to enter first*

King Wayne Long- As we pull into the Royal Courtyard you will see that the statue in your honor Aranthil has been completed.

*Looking out the window you see a beautiful Marble statue standing 25 feet high depicting the lovely image of Aranthil. As they walk up the steps Trumpet players are wearing there formal outfits and playing a song to announce the arrival at the Imperial Palace. As the three enter the Palace a line of seven Royal Lions can be seen wearing the Rough Ryders flag, as they sit there and roar with their approval of the guests*

King Wayne Long- Now that we have arrived at the palace, let the festivities begin.

*They enter the palace, and begin conversation as the doors close behind them*

HPM Everant Askmilliam informs Alanthil of the Dictator's request

She responds:

"Father, I went through this with the Uber-Deutchlander, I don't want to wed someone with different political ideals. Elvandair is a Monocracy and will always remain a Monocracy."


Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors (remains as so)
1)Adem Mayne VII
2.) King Wayne Long
3.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
4.) Chi Nguyen

"So King Long," says Everant, "the Sword of Light. It is a marvelous piece of craftsmanship." *he removes the sword from it's sheath*

"It must have taken years to create. It's so intricate. A magniminous offering to the nation of Elvandair. We are much in debt to you."

*brief silence as the Princess and potential groom eye each other*

"Well then, I guess I'll leave you two alone" says Everant, he then walks away, giving Long a pat on the shoulder as he does.

"Finally we're together." says the Princess. "I want to know everything about you."

Dearest Elvandair Relations,

We are most disheartened by the fact that we may have come too late in the courting of your lovely Princess. When told of our steps towards his marriage, our Dictator Cooper showed great haste in having a picture prepared for the Princess. Of course, being the modest soul he is, he only agreed to have the picture taken if his dearest friend was in the picture as well, so I was photographed as well. His royal dictatorship is on the right and I am on the left. We hope that you will find him sufficiently attractive. We thank you for your time, and we hope that you will add us to your docket as a foremost suitor.

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Sincerely,
Allen Arceneaux, Empire of Efforts Prime Minister

Dearest Elvandair Relations,

We are most disheartened by the fact that we may have come too late in the courting of your lovely Princess. When told of our steps towards his marriage, our Dictator Cooper showed great haste in having a picture prepared for the Princess. Of course, being the modest soul he is, he only agreed to have the picture taken if his dearest friend was in the picture as well, so I was photographed as well. His royal dictatorship is on the right and I am on the left. We hope that you will find him sufficiently attractive. We thank you for your time, and we hope that you will add us to your docket as a foremost suitor.

http://rds.yahoo.com/S=96062883/K=armani+ties/v=2/l=IVS/*-http://www.great-eagle.net/Categories/ties_raffaello.jpg

Sincerely,
Allen Arceneaux, Empire of Efforts Prime Minister

We regret our double message. We were under the impression that our first courrier was intercepted by a rival faction. Please disregard.

Allen Arceneaux, Empire of Efforts Prime Minister

*King Wayne Long gives his servant orders to take King Everant to the Commemorative Military Wing of the Palace so that he may see the full hostiry of The Sowrd of Light*

King Wayne Long- So you would like to know everything about me would you? Well please have a seat.

*Both Wayne and Alanthil have a seat at the head of the table, which is devorated with with delicacies from around the world.*

King Wayne Long- Well, I am the youngest King to ever rule our Kingdom at only the age of 22. I took over the throne after my father passed away. That was a very hard transition for me, as I was very close to my father. He was a great man, and always believed in military tactics, which has rubbed off on me. I never knew my mother as she passed away when I was a very young child. From the stories that my father, and his friends, and even the loyal subjects have told me, she was a very strong and noble woman. I do wish I would have had the chance to have known her.

*King Long tells Alanthil all about his schooling at some of the best schools around the world, among other things. As time goes by with hours of conversation between the two getting to know each other, Wayne begins to wrap up his story*

King Long- So all the while I was at school and growing up I was always very independent, and wanted to do everything for myself. Which is one of the things I have had to adjust to since becoming King last year. So enough about me. I have a very special guest here just for you on this glorious evening.

*John Mayer comes out and begins to play, and King Long stands up and offers his hand to Alanthil*

King Long- Would you care to dance princess?

*The two begin dancing*

Well seeing as the princess is not human, it looks like the Orcs may need some lessons in the power of obeservation.

She might as well be. Such ugly creatures. Scrawny, fleshy, and covered with hair. A mental capacity limited to reproducing and blowing things up.

You, however, seem to be quite rude. You should mind your tongue. It'd be all too simple to cut it out.

--Belca Bristleback

Well seeing as the princess is not human, it looks like the Orcs may need some lessons in the power of obeservation.

She might as well be. Such ugly creatures. Scrawny, fleshy, and covered with hair. A mental capacity limited to reproducing and blowing things up.

You, however, seem to be quite rude. You should mind your tongue. It'd be all too simple to cut it out.

--Belca Bristleback

Orcs are no better than the scum on the bottom of my royal boots. And dare I say you are making a threat? If so, I fear for you.

Orcs are no better than the scum on the bottom of my royal boots. And dare I say you are making a threat? If so, I fear for you.

*The Lesser Orc laughs aloud* Pompous human! Quite Pompous! If you'd like to back up your claim and attempt to stomp on me, I'd gladly meet you anywhere you'd like to carve your body into butchered beef carcass to feed to our dorns

Gentle, as I am a mere ambassador for the Empire of Efforts, I do not feel it is my place to step in between you and your quarrel, but might I lend some advice? Perhaps the brutality should be kept to a minimum around a lady. I do not believe it is in the same vein to want to dance to John Mayer and fight an orc. You have lowered yourself to his level. Granted, I have known some orcs to be of upmost respectability.

Allen Arceneaux, Empire of Efforts Prime Minister

"This is SO wonderful. The party has been more than expected. But I daresay I must go, but for now keep my in your mind as I will keep you in mine."

*The princess exits and calls for her father to head back to Elvandair*

"So what did you think of him? They're nation is full of life and rich in history. He would make a great husband I do believe," said Everant

"He's charming, but remember father there are still others on the list who I haven't met yet."

*She looks over the list*

Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors Who Alanthil Has Not Met Yet
1.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
2.) Chi Nguyen

I do hope these others do respond. I am to meet Hector next.

the princess gazes longingly at the list for soon she will make her decision

--Secret IC----
"so what are his chances?" the empiress asked her adviser
"i dont know, no one does" the adviser sead
"THATS NOT THE ANSWER I WANTED" she shouted at him "fine we will have to make shore..."
"mother if your even goin to think that, i will pull out the girl is loverly and pure of heart. why put hatetread into it mother there are always others tho this one seems to have taken my heart" Adem walked in
"i didnt ask for you?" the empiress snaped
"nice to see you to mother" he sead "anyway i dont care if she does not pick me at lest i will know i didnt cheat in any way"
"son this is a big..." adem cut her off
"i dont care try anything and i will tell her and her family and i will disown the family" at that he walked away

HHC Officer's quarters...

Chi Nguyen walked into the orderly room, and waved to his company commanders.
Captain Chu grinned at him, and suddenly, the room went stars, then black.

"You sure he's out?" Captain Chu asked. "Yeah, I'm sure... damned strange way to court a woman, though-I mean, ambush the guy, kidnap him, scrub him up and give him no choice at all?" Major Henry Wu from the Second Batt. said, adjusting his day-glasses.
"It's for his own good, I mean, come on, he's almost full-bird an' he ain' even got him a Fiance or nothin'..."
Wu just shrugged, and shook his head. "I think you guys're taking this a little far, is all... you got the leave papers signed?"
Sgt. Major Wai nodded and patted his briefcase, "Signed, sealed, and waiting for delivery-I got his dress uniforms an' some nice civvie threads out in the car..."

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[i]Dear Princess:

Lt. Colonel Nguyen is just about ready for delivery, Please don' mind the concussion, he's got a hard head and he'll recover pretty quick.
Me an' some of the Officers in the Regiment squared his paperwork away-can you believe it, he's got almost eight years worth of Leave accrued he's never used? Gettin' his Passport cleared up an' his exit visa straightened out wasn't no trouble at all, he should wake up on the plane.
Anyway, you can meet up with him at the Tharhes Arms over in China Beach, we did a collection in the Regiment an' hit his old-man up for funds to get him there, since it's a pretty expensive place, real swanky.


Respectfully,
David Wai,
Sargeant Major
Nuevo Kowloon Regular Army

Message to Chi Nguyen from Alanthil:

Chi, I want to meet you next, You are second to last on my list and one of four who I may choose. Send for me quickly, for my nation is pressuring me to make a swift decision.

Chi Nguyen didn't wake up on the plane after all-Major Wu made sure of that. Instead, he woke up on the beach, or rather, at a table at the Tharhes Arms, overlooking the beach.
There was a folded copy of the Princess' announcement, with a note saying, "She wants to meet you, and your men have made the arrangements, good luck, Sir."
"Oww..." he stood up, and stretched. Dad's behind this... or mom is... He checked his wallet-it was full, and had a leave-chit signed by his Father, General of the Army Chi Nguyen Sr.
Dad... well, she's not here yet-maybe she changed her mind? he sat back down, and started looking at the menu.

[ooc]
Chi Nguyen looks like a tall, asian, James-Bond.
Topping 6'1, his build is wiry and strong. He normally moves quite gracefully-but getting tasered and dropped into a fine, white suit, tends to be...disorienting. Especially when one wakes up at an expensive resort.
For a man who's seen as much combat as he has, he's remarkably unscarred-two major campaigns without so much as a scratch.

A letter is carried to the royal palace by the Elevandar express.

"Dear princess Alanthil.
I am sorry that I haven't been able to see you sooner but I will try to aget myself there in the next 24 hours. Matters of the state have taken a lot of my time at the moment. Please accept my apology."

Emperor Xavier Ì Gorriza


OOC: I live in Finland so the time difference might be a bit of a problem.. I'll post my answers as soon as I can thought...

In the distance Chi sees a a beautiful figure aproaching wearing Hawaiian style clothing and a flower in her hair, it's Alanthil, but he doesn't realize this until she gets closer

"Good afternoon, what's on the menu?" asks the Princess

Chi is startled by this, for he was reading the menu intensely when her voice had interrupted him.

"Come now, there's no need to feel threatend, I'm just here to want to know EVERYTHING about you." she said with a sly look.

"Really, i'm sure you're a nice person, talk to me."

she awaits Chi's response

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The Emperor of Efforts would like to know why he has not been acknowledged as a possible suitor. If he is to be rejected, please tell me so that I may tell him. He is content to wait for your hand if need be.

Allen Arceneaux, Empire of Efforts - Prime Minister

HPM Everant Askmilliam informs Alanthil of the Dictator's request

She responds:

"Father, I went through this with the Uber-Deutchlander, I don't want to wed someone with different political ideals. Elvandair is a Monocracy and will always remain a Monocracy."


Elvan Royal List of Possible Suitors (remains as so)
1)Adem Mayne VII
2.) King Wayne Long
3.) Hector Faustino de la Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza
4.) Chi Nguyen

It was implied here. "The Dictator" being you.

Is no one to respond? If not, Then I have made my choice.

OOC: we all want to know we all want to know *SMACK* ow

OOC: I'll give it some time. If I get no other In-character responses, I'll just end this RP and give my final decision.

In the distance Chi sees a a beautiful figure aproaching wearing Hawaiian style clothing and a flower in her hair, it's Alanthil, but he doesn't realize this until she gets closer

"Good afternoon, what's on the menu?" asks the Princess

Chi is startled by this, for he was reading the menu intensely when her voice had interrupted him.

"Come now, there's no need to feel threatend, I'm just here to want to know EVERYTHING about you." she said with a sly look.

"Really, i'm sure you're a nice person, talk to me."

she awaits Chi's response

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I've been having a pretty rough week...
[ic]
Chi swallows hard, "You're beautiful... I'd recommend the Sea-bass platter... Milady." His normally cool exterior blown right away by her beauty. He suddenly jumps up, and offers her a seat, embarassed. "I'm-m sorry I, ah... that is... um..." he takes a deep breath, "Do you like to dance? If you do, I know this great little place up the beach, good music, better food, and we won't have my Father's friends gossiping about our conversations..." He gestured with his eyes at several tables. "Since you've come all this way, well... let's actually have a date, not a business meeting."

His manner wasn't the "Smooth" manner of the other suitors at all-he was genuinely taken off-guard by her presence, and awed by her beauty-but he didn't seem to want anything "Material" from her-to him, she was a Beauty, and possibly interesting, but not a means of advancement.

The two had a wonderful meal and after hours of talking the Princess excused herself

I've had a great time, Chi, but I'm afraid I must go, my decision will be made very shortly and I still have to meet one more person before I can do so.

Alanthil gives Chi a hug and leaves to meet Hector, the Suitor of the Tri-Federation, and the last one she is to meet

Finally an imposing figure arrives to the palace. The emperor is wearing an white uniform reserved only for the emperor and for these kind of occasions. Medals glint in the dim morning light as they cover the surface of the coat. Also there is an emblem of the Imperial Marines and his military rank of general is shown on his high collar. His long black hair cascades along his back as he strides towards the hall where he is supposed to meet the princess. On his hip he wears an exquisite sword and on his shoulder sits a pitchblack raven with whom he appears to be having a conversation.
Emperor: "I should have been here earlier but you know the situation back home..."
Raven: "Yes indeed master. You had to make sure that the operation in Malta will not damage our international relations."
E: "Yes, I just hope that I'm not too late.."


OOC: Sorry for the delay.

Emperor El' Jonson regrets not having seen your message earlier, he would have been honored to join the ranks of your suitors. That being said, our Emperor would asks that you visit The Republic of Ancient Terra in the interest of strengthening relations between our two countries. We have a long and illustrious history of supporting Elven nations during times of strife, and our burgeoning Elven community is made up of refugees from beleagured nations.

If you accept, please visit Terra soon...as long as it does not interfere with your honeymoon. Emperor El' Jonson will be waiting for you at the Imperial Court in Tellerus.

Wishing you well,

~Ancient Terra~

the princess is pleased to see Hector arrive and she rushes over to greet him

"Finally, we meet." She says. "I've been wanting to know you for a while now. Now just tell me something about you as a person, and why we should be together, for my subjects at home are pressuring me to get my final answer in soon. After this, I have to make my decision. :?"

The princess awaits Hector's reply


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The Elvan High Consulate would be pleased to announce that their highness, HPM Everant Askmilliam would be honored to visit your country.

-The Elvan High Consulate

"Ah, it is a shame that they should so pressure you to make a decision. These matters cannot be so lightly decided..." Hector smiles and kisses the back of her hand. "Something about me... Well, I attained my position as emperor after a short but bloody civil war in our nation. Originally, Tri-Federation was ruled by three noble Houses but there was always tensions between them. Finally they went to war against each other. Then I was just an general major in our marine corps, althought the youngest person to achieve that rank in the history of our nation. When those houses had ravaged our land almost beyond repair, then I decided that it was finally time to put an end to it. So, from the fires of the war I emerged as the Emperor and all houses followed me." Hector remains silent for a while, the raven looking curiously from his shoulder.
"I cannot tell if I am the right person for you.. I just am what I am."

Dear Madam Princess,

I am Ikari Mohammed,envoy of the Republic of Ilham.We are a constitutional Monarchy with the Ilham-Janthril family as our royal family and the King as the ceremonial Chief-Of-State.

We would like to offer the Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril in marriage to you.We are a matriarchal society that values strong women of character and we feel that you would be a suitable match for the Crown Prince,who is of marriageable age at 26 this year.

We are a small nation that is multicultural and has a warrior philosophy that is followed by the army closely.In our own right,we are a military power.By cementing ourselves to such a nation as yourself through marriage,both our peoples will benefit.

The Crown Princes credentials are as follows:

Bachelor's Degree in Strategic Studies,Harvard
Doctorate in Medicine,University of New South Wales
Political Science,Harvard

Height:1.95 metres
Hair:Black
Eyes:Blue
The Prince is a well-mannered young man who has served with distinction in the navy during his military days,and currently holds the rank of Lieutenant Commander.He is of mixed heritage,with Spanish,Dravidian,Chinese and Irish ancestry.He is well-educated as the credentials attest and has undergone training in the martial arts.

He has not led a sheltered life,as is royal policy,and has been exposed to various cultures and people,to educate him on the cosmopolitan nature of this world.He is not only book-wise but street-smart.We submit this to you and would like you to telegram us your response to this offer.

Sincerely,
Envoy Ikari

The encounter is unfortunately interrupted by Elvandair Guardsmen who grab her arms and whisk her away to the Royal Areo-Plane

"Wait, where are we going? I'm not done talking with Hector!" she asks

"What's going on?" wonders Hector, bewildered by the tumultuous nature of what was happening.

"Milady, come aboard this instant, we come with bad tidings from Elvandair."

*She is then pushed aboard by the two behemoths onto the plane with not as much as a second of waiting time for a reply from her.*

"Ok... now I assume we're going back to Elvandair? Perhaps to do something diplomatic?"

......

*there is no answer from the two guards*

"I believe I have questioned you soldiers."

*Again there is no answer. The two guards stare out into the expanse of land shown from their airplane window seats*

"It is your DUTY to answer to ME! Tell me of these "tidings"!"

"Shut up you snooty b*tch, I'm tired of your sh*t."

*The princess is awestruck*

"...W-what?, how..." she said, dumbfounded. She had never been spoken to like that in her life.

*One of the guards pulls out a pistol and aims it at her.*

"Talk again, and I shoot you. We're going to take you for a ride, and you won't get home until your daddy gives us what we want. So just sit there, and wait, because it's all you can do."

Tears form on the Princess' cheeks as she realizes that she is being kidnapped

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Back in Elvandair, Military Intelligence discovers a message from an unknown address. Upon discovering its urgency, an Intelligence member rushes to relay it to HPM Everent Askmilliam himself


*Everent reads it*

Elvandair, We have your Princess. She will stay in our custody until you give us our leader, Hendridge Farim. Don't, and she dies.

-The Order of Drem

*He furiously throws the glass of water he was holding across the room, it smashes against one of the guilded walls, and is obliterated upon impact.*

*The Monarch sits in his chair and weeps for his only daughter, for a moment. He gets up and says:*

"Get me the Secretaries of Foreign Relations and Tacticle Defense, Head General Nefter, and the Royal Psychiatrist. We will keep this private until we must make it more known."

*Upon recieving the counsel of his summoned group, they discuss strategies in order to receive the Princess back safely. After a half hour of deliberation, the Monarch demands:"

"Call a High Consulate Congress, this matter needs to be made public. Make Intelligence get in contact with our allies, we're going to need all the help we can get. If I recall, the Drem were last 30 Million strong, who knows what their strength is now with any possible Allies."





Elvan Military Intelligence informs all nations of the ongoing national crisis and pleads for assistance.



ooc: muhahaha, i've found a way to make this more interesting. Now lets see how suitors can assist politcally in this matter. You can't love a Princess if she's dead!

:D
hi, beautiful princess....
It´s decided....
I´ll marry you....

Our nations will be only one....

Ilham is dispatching 2 battleships of the Ilador class to aid in the rescue of the Princess.

A small team of elite soldiers along with the Prince is being dispatched along with the 2 ships is being dispatched to the rescue of the princess.

A total of 20 elite soldiers are coming with the prince to rescue the princess

Deathwatch Regiment warriors:Kukri,long sword,kindjal,Volaerian Battle Armour,Ultimax 100,SAR 21 Deathwatch Assault Rifle,MP5,Uzi

All Deahtwatch are Level 10 masters of Muay Thai,Jeet Kune Do,Aikido,Krav Maga

Prince Ilham-Janthril:Volaerian Battle Armour,Keris,Kukri,Uzi

Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril is a Level 10 Muay Thai Kickboxer.

OOC:Find out about the Battle Armour at this thread.
http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=125500&highlight=

Stats of the 2 battleships I am dispatching.Pillager of Pride and Tears of Morning.

Ilador-Class Battleship

A powerful ship with unmatched manoeuvrability, resilience, stealth, defence and firepower. Powered by laser fusion reactors, it is environmentally safer than most other ships which utilise nuclear fission of uranium or plutonium.

Length: 360 metres
Height: 55 metres
Width: 20 metres
Displacement: Full Load- 300 000 metric tons

Defence Systems:
Decoy/Chaff/Flare Dispensers
Electronic Warfare Suite
Noisemaker/Decoy Dispenser
2 metres of Steel-Carbon Polymer Composite
(Under layer of armour) 1 metre of Titanium Carbon Polymer Composite
Stealth System (90% reduced radar/thermal/sonar signature)
Anti-Missile Defences (30 mm anti-missile guns for point-defence)
Bracings and a compartmentalised design render the ship even more durable

Power Plant:
6 Laser Fusion Reactors (30 MW)

Propulsion:
Rear Water Jets
Forward Water Jets
Attitude Water Jets (placed along sides)

Armaments:
56 Cruise Missiles
6 Torpedo Launchers (3/side)
22 76mm CIWS (Anti-aircraft/missile)
10 500mm Barrage Guns (Range 55 km)
12 125mm Barrage Guns (Range 70 km)
32 Anti-Ship Missiles (Hypersonic/Subsonic missiles)
1 Anti-Missile Laser Systems(Boils away missile/Water-cooled)[3 shots/minute]
60 30mm Point Assault Cannons (Anti-aircraft/missile/ship)

Systems:
3-Dimensional Radar
Active/Passive Hull Sonar System
Command & Control Systems (ability to be used as flagship)
Towed Array Sonar System
Sonar Masking System
Active/Passive Radar Detectors
Active Electronic Scrambler

you want the great Dew Knight:

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As you can see he is far superiour to the others.

aha! nobody can compete against the dew knight... now i didnt really even read most of the topic, some1 fill me in with bullet points?

The encounter is unfortunately interrupted by Elvandair Guardsmen who grab her arms and whisk her away to the Royal Areo-Plane

"Wait, where are we going? I'm not done talking with Hector!" she asks

"What's going on?" wonders Hector, bewildered by the tumultuous nature of what was happening.

"Milady, come aboard this instant, we come with bad tidings from Elvandair."

*She is then pushed aboard by the two behemoths onto the plane with not as much as a second of waiting time for a reply from her.*

"Ok... now I assume we're going back to Elvandair? Perhaps to do something diplomatic?"

......

*there is no answer from the two guards*

"I believe I have questioned you soldiers."

*Again there is no answer. The two guards stare out into the expanse of land shown from their airplane window seats*

"It is your DUTY to answer to ME! Tell me of these "tidings"!"

"Shut up you snooty b*tch, I'm tired of your sh*t."

*The princess is awestruck*

"...W-what?, how..." she said, dumbfounded. She had never been spoken to like that in her life.

*One of the guards pulls out a pistol and aims it at her.*

"Talk again, and I shoot you. We're going to take you for a ride, and you won't get home until your daddy gives us what we want. So just sit there, and wait, because it's all you can do."

Tears form on the Princess' cheeks as she realizes that she is being kidnapped

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Back in Elvandair, Military Intelligence discovers a message from an unknown address. Upon discovering its urgency, an Intelligence member rushes to relay it to HPM Everent Askmilliam himself


*Everent reads it*

Elvandair, We have your Princess. She will stay in our custody until you give us our leader, Hendridge Farim. Don't, and she dies.

-The Order of Drem

*He furiously throws the glass of water he was holding across the room, it smashes against one of the guilded walls, and is obliterated upon impact.*

*The Monarch sits in his chair and weeps for his only daughter, for a moment. He gets up and says:*

"Get me the Secretaries of Foreign Relations and Tacticle Defense, Head General Nefter, and the Royal Psychiatrist. We will keep this private until we must make it more known."

*Upon recieving the counsel of his summoned group, they discuss strategies in order to receive the Princess back safely. After a half hour of deliberation, the Monarch demands:"

"Call a High Consulate Congress, this matter needs to be made public. Make Intelligence get in contact with our allies, we're going to need all the help we can get. If I recall, the Drem were last 30 Million strong, who knows what their strength is now with any possible Allies."





Elvan Military Intelligence informs all nations of the ongoing national crisis and pleads for assistance.



ooc: muhahaha, i've found a way to make this more interesting. Now lets see how suitors can assist politcally in this matter. You can't love a Princess if she's dead!

Chancery, Nuevo Kowloon...

"YOU DID WHAT???" Chancellor Amanda Ngo stormed. Chi Nguyen Sr. shrank back. "I..ah... helped my son to meet her." he said.
She glared, "Now, she's been taken by a criminal group, and because of your damned stunt, we've got a national issue of our Honour on the line... General, if you weren't so good, I'd fire you." She glared at her Army Commander.
"Get Your son, Chi, and get this 'Major Wu' ready-I'm sending them to Elvandair to help sort this situation out. I'll see about clearing the way for them to enter that nation Legitimately. If they'll let me, I'll send the rest of your co-conspirators in this with those two yahoos... and Chi, If your boy doesn't cut it, I will be...very disappointed."

____________________________________________________________

Message delivered by bonded courier...

To: Everent of Elvandair.
From: Chancellor Amanda Ngo, Nuevo Kowloon.

Re: Your Princess.

It was recently brought to my attention that one of my Officers, Colonel Chi Nguyen II, has recently had contact with your Princess.
While this unauthorized diplomatic contact was done without my knowledge through the offices of my Military Chief of Staff, and arranged by well-wishers within my Active Military, it has created something of a problem for our Honour as a nation, and we are compelled to assist in this matter.
I have therefore Authorized Colonel Nguyen to assist you in any way you deem necessary.
I won't mince words here-nobody consulted me about this, and that moon-eyed young man, while an outstanding Officer, is still one of my boys, and I don't like it when someone sets them up on a blind date with someone who is of great importance in a foreign land. It's a security issue for me, as I'm sure it would be in your land. The Nguyen Family is very prominent here, holding many positions of responsibility and not a small amount of land. I think the term in your society would be "Nobles"-although I may be in error here.
Anyway, Colonel Nguyen will be dispatched, along with a team of his men, and a team from our own Night-time Counterinsurgency/Counterterrorism unit (who were, if they are to be believed, responsible for insuring his presence by means that I consider quite questionable). Major Wu and his Team should please not be exposed to more sunlight than is absolutely necessary for success-they are light-allergic, and I would like them back in good condition.
As for Colonel Nguyen-use him as you will, His skills and tactical thinking are excellent, but his choice of romance-partner seems somewhat lacking.
They will arrive shortly.
You may further demand any assistance we can give-that's any that we are able to provide, in obtaining the safe release of your Daughter.
You have my word on this.

oh well isnt that nice.. anyways, the Dew Knight ofers all of those "bad guys" a can of the Great Mountain Dew, as well as 20 years supply in exchange for the princess.... Nobody can resist the Dew!

[ooc] Just so it's absolutely clear-Amanda Ngo is angrier that she wasn't told than anything else, though she probably would have nixed the deal if she had possessed a choice, since talented commanders like Col. Nguyen are highly-prized, and she would end up losing him to Elvandair (her thinking).
She considers the fact that he actually got to the "Meeting and first date" stage to be a National Commitment without her knowledge-but she considers it a Commitment nonetheless, and such things are to honoured even when unwanted.
(RPG stat: "Code of Honour" at Lvl 5 out of 6)

btw space hobo is kwas

apologies to the Elvan authorities for not providing the picture

here is a portfolio.the prince freelanced as a fashion model under the alias Fayiz to avoid attention.we hope you sho the photos to the princess once she is rescued.

BTW,we are sending in our airforce soon,to help get her out of their evil hands.

http://www.allfashionmodels.com/m_models/fayiz/index2.html

King Long- I never thought that I would ever have to use this special force, as these are dangerous men. But I am going to use my ESM. My Elite Street Militia, ten men that normally would be in the highest of prisons if they were not under my control, are going to do anything neccesary to find the princess. They have unlimited funding from me. They are easily kept in line as I will be joining them in our mission to find these miscreants who have taken the princess. Anyone who gets in our way will have their life taken from them. These men know no normal boundaries, they do whatever it takes. Three of them are former prisoners sentenced to life in jail, had it not been for me, they would have received the death penalty.

I will also be enlisting in the services of all the other nations in my region as well as our fellow allies. These two men may have power that spans some run down place, that they call a safe haven for them to try and hold the princess hostage, however my power spans the globe. And when the ESM and I find them, we will strike them down with a fury unknown to man.

*A servant brings King Long something in a black base*

King Long- Moments like these call for some of the most drastic measures. *Unlocks the case to pull out a magnificent black sword* You see this is the Sword of Chaos. It has been handed down in my family for centuries. Some say it was made by the devil it's self. As the only time it has ever been used was in desperate times. Times of chaotical destruction, times when the only way to get around your opponent was to kill them. The sword is said to hold all the anger and rage of past fallen warriors. When these two assailants are found, they will return to Elvandair. However they will not be breathing. There lifeless bodies will hit the ground as though their soul has been sucked out from their bodies. You see this sword is not only deadly, but legend has it, the bearer of the sword will become empowered with the will to become merciless, and cut throat to levels that no man should ever experience.

*Turns to the ESM*

King Long- Come, we must make this quick and swift, as the power of the sword can only be contained for so long.

*All the men leave, with a fire in their eyes, that a wrong must be righted.*

Camranh Airbase, Nuevo Kowloon...

Chi Nguyen hefted his gear, and stepped up the ramp into the transport plane.
Major Wu and his men were already inside.
"Plan of action?" Wu asked.
Chi sighed, and shook his head, "We're supposed to land at an airbase near their capital, where the Authorities will be waiting to stamp our paperwork and make sure we aren't carrying anything they consider 'Contraband'. After that, we contact whoever's in charge of the Investigation, and take his orders... at least, that's what the Chancellor told me is supposed to happen."
Wu nodded sagely, and adjusted his tinted goggles in the dim red light of the C-130's interior.
"And what we're really doing?" The Major asked.
Chi clenched his fist, "We're going to find them, and when we find them, we're going to get her out, and them dead, in that order. These guys have a rap-sheet makes ole Hun-Sa look like a damned boyscout."
The plane started to climb.
"Really? I wasn't actually all that impressed..." Wu said.
Chi shot him a glare, "You didn't meet her, bud, I did..."
Wu laughed, and adjusted his feet, "Damn, Sir, I think you've gone an' got bit. She must be one hell of a lady."
Colonel Chi Nguyen nodded, "she is-it's a shame, really, that she was being pressured into getting married like this, and being nabbed in the middle of... well, I bet we're not the only bunch coming to her rescue, I just hope they've got competent people on the other teams."
He leaned back, adding, "She deserves to be rescued, if not by us, then by Someone, Somebody good, who'll take care of her... give her the good life she deserves."
Chi fell silent.
Wu contemplated the young Colonel as he dropped into that place you go when you can't do anything but wait-in this case, for landing. That place between asleep and awake. The Major watched him silently.
the glow... you've got the glow. Dammit... you deserve better than that, better than get killed over a woman you just met... Major Wu found his heart regretting his help setting this doomed man up.
Maybe I can do something to make that Glow go away... he mused.
The decision tree in his mind opened up, and he followed it down into the comforting dark below the roots.
Do I take a bullet for him? or not? Will it help? he closed his eyes, and thought about it.
Maybe. maybe if I spot it just the right time... Wu decided he would-after all.
He looked over the rest of the team. Diem was also showing "The Glow", but he always did-eventually, one day, the machinegunner would outgrow his heart's ability to supply his brain, and he would die.
"Hey, Diem, what's tricks?" Wu asked, as soon as he heard his Commander begin to snore.
The huge man-at nearly eight feet tall and five hundered pounds Diem was huge, looked up from his book.
"Nothin', I passed my Phys Exam again, the Docs're saying I might even be slowing down some-no skippies in the blood-pump here." Diem replied.
"Good... you ready to go find some real bastards?" Wu asked.
Diem nodded his huge head, "yeah-I am. You got sunscreen, or you want some of mine?"
Wu shook his head, "I've got plenty, and the lenses on my day-goggles are new... you ever gonna get out-I mean, before your ah..ticker...?"
Diem shook his head, "No thanks. Dad's proud of me where I'm at, and you know, the Army gives me clothes an' boots and can feed my oversized ass. Somehow I don't think a dirt-farmer surface-side in Ia Drang can do that near as regular, besides, what would I do, pull a plow like a human tractor?"
Wu acknowledged the man's point. "You ever been in love, Diem?" he asked.
Diem shook his head, "Naw, wouldn't be fair-meet a girl, love 'er, she loves you, and die at thirty? forget that! I like people too much to inflict that loss on a gal... it just wouldn't be right an' all."

Slamming through the waves,the Ilador-class Battleships the Tears of Morning and Pillager of Pride accelerated into the main waters of the harbour.

The massive battleships charged their reactors to full power,accelerating through the oceans,as the waves crashed against the armoured hull of the battleships.Within the Pillager of Pride,the 20 elte soldiers of the Deathwatch formed the bodyguard for the Crown Prince.They would cooperate with these other countries to rescue the princess,and then with honour,he would attempt to claim her hand.Thoug in the end,it was the choice of the princess.

With a look of fury on his face,the Crown Prince looked at the men of the Deathwatch.Put through the harshest training in Ilham,raised from among the powerbase of the royal family,they came from the mountain jungles of Ilham,from the tropical foothills to the freezing wastes.They came from an environment of such harshness in which 1 out of 3 people died before they reached the age of 21.

Only 40% of Ilham's population lived in urban centres.The rest lived in the jungles and mountains,near army bases.The Deathwatch were the elite,fanatical,ruthless and merciless to those that did not surrender.These people who kidnapped the princess,they would be the ones to pay with their lives.

As the massive barrage guns were loaded and defence systems and weapons systems throughout the battleships activated,the order was given for the Air Force Expeditionary Sky Fleet to come in.

No expense would be spared to rescue the princess.In preparation,guns were loaded,knives were unsheathed and armour donned.They were among the toughest of the Ilham Armed Forces and would not be deterred.

With it's usual lack of any form of tact or knowledge of what is going on, the Dyelli Beybian foreign office posted a sympathy card with a '1 Kronor' pricetag still on it, and nothing filled out inside, and for reasons, probably not even known to them, a tooth brush and a book on Gardening entitled "Rose pruning for the safety conscious nudist."

LT:"Sir,Why are you doing this for a girl you haven't even met?I mean,yeah,she looks pretty damn hot sir,but is she really worth it?"

Prince:Jager,you have known me since our days in the army old friend.And you volunteered as part of the Deathwatch and became part of my bodyguard.What do you think?

LT:Suhrid?

Prince:(exhales)My parents did not marry for love.They married so as to benefit the people of Ilham.My mum was from one of the trader families of Ilham City.My dad was the first royal not to marry a distant relation or cousin.That is the Janthril way.They married as friends and companions,to benefit the greater good.As the eldest son,I have to follow and set an example.If I were to marry for love and for my people,then yes,it would be a desirable match,but the lesson we have learnt is never to mix politics with love.If I love her,then yes,it would be most desirable.But I haven't even met her.At most,my father keeps his true love as his bound concubine,mother of my half-brothers.Though with the consent of my mother.She is after all our Matriarch.

LT:Well,damn brother.Most guys would envy you,but as we of the Deathwatch see it,we are charged with the protection of our royal family,by extension you.You have a burden I will never experience.Just as you will never experience the common life of most.Each of us have our own burdens.

Prince:Jager,do you think we will rescue her?I mean,we are just one among many rescuing my prospective bride.Let's hope the other guys are good.Will we get the princess and live happily ever after?

LT:I don't know sir.But we will try our damn hardest.She is just a young girl.She doesn't even deserve to experience this.I don't know if this will have a fairy tale ending with you getting the chick.We just do our duty.

Prince:Thank you Jager.

LT:Sir?

Prince:Thank you for your honesty.Prepare for combat,we go to war.

"A broken heart,an injured pride,I climb the mountain to sake my thirst.With blade,bullet,fang,arm and leg,we will fight to the very end.

LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS!

With a cry resounding through the hull of the ship,the crew let out a roar as the ship cut the ocean,slamming through the heart of a whirling hurricane.Truly,this rescue looked to be one of legend.

General Kakati Airbase
30 Miles outside of Tellerus
Present Time

The roar of afterburners shook the ground, and with a bright flash that illuminated the runway for a second, the massive aircraft leapt off of the ground. To the casual observer, she might have resembled the B-1B Bomber. However, an expert would have realized that she was taking off with her wings swept fully back and that she was missing her radome...and dozens of other things that were out of place. This is because the aircraft was no B-1B bomber. She was a Vampire. The EB-1C.

Possibly the most advanced bomber on the planet, the EB-1C was an incredibly powerful weapon of warfare. Her adaptive-flight surfaces used micro-hydraulics to alter the shape of the aircraft in flight, modifying the shape of the plane for the mission. Because of this technology, the bomber no longer had to alter the position of her wings to take-off.

"Major Kimari? How are your boys back there?" shouted Captain Baldares.

Back in the bomb bay, nestled into a spot usually reserved for explosive ordinance, resided Major Kimari and his squad: the 145th "Banshees", Terra's most elite airborne special forces. Where there had once been bombs, there was now a large, fat, surfboard-shaped aircraft. Inside that aircraft were 20 men. Major Kimari turned to his men (quite a feat, considering how cramped they all were inside the tube).

"Banshees, our target is this." He indicated a diplomatic jetliner currently over the Pacific ocean. "Aboard it is the Princess of Elvandair. She's been taken hostage by several members of what appears to be her former bodyguards. They're currently enroute to an unknown location, but based on range projections they'll have to land in a couple of hours. We've got until 3:00 am to infiltrate that aircraft, rescue the princess, and bail. Any questions?"

One man, who looked as if his face had been used as a floormat, raised his hand.

"Sir, what are we expecting in the form of resistance?"

"Lieutenant Doraku...Intelligence isn't sure. Elvandair's bodyguards usually carry high-caliber pistols, as well as a few sub-machine guns. Unless they hid an assault rifle aboard somewhere, our body armor should be able to stop the rounds. Anybody else?"

Another man raised his hand and stood.

"Are we expecting any foreign interference, sir?"

"Satellites caught two Ilhami Battleships leaving their ports earlier. Still, they don't have the capability to rescue the princess in the air, they're going to have to save her when she lands...and that adds ten degrees of difficulty to the situation. Something to add, Lieutenant Doraku?"

The man nodded.

"Sir, how are we getting aboard her aircraft? I was issued a rifle, not wings."

"In this." Major Kimari banged the black, surfboard-shaped aircraft with one hand. "This, men, represents the latest in Unmanned Aerial Vehicles: The Stealthhawk. We get into the Stealthhawk, and then good ol' Captain Baldares drops us out of his bomb bay. Computers take over, fly us directly above the Princess' diplomatic aircraft, and then locks us onto it. Stealthhawk is practically invisible, both visually and on radar, so the chances of us being detected are something like a billion-to-one."

He stopped for a second and banged on a strange-looking hatch on the floor.

"Once we're settled on top of the Diplomatic Jet, this weird-looking airlock is going to fire a short pulse of lasers into the roof of the Princess' plane, then lock down onto the hole it made. That's how we'll be getting aboard. Once we're aboard, our only objective is to rescue the princess. Shoot to kill, men. Your guns have been outfitted with low-velocity rounds, to decrease the likelihood of a catastrophic pressure loss. Still, only fire if you've got a shot. Once we've got her, we exfiltrate through the Stealthhawk. She'll detach, hook back up with Captain Baldares' EB-1C, and we'll land at the nearest available Terran airbase. Should be a piece of cake."

The men nodded, and relaxed for the long flight. Though they didn't notice it, they were now flying at Mach 2 towards the Princess' hijacked aircraft.

(ooc: How about that? An airborne rescue team.)

On behalf of my Government, I convey a question to Princess Alanthil Eresetul on behalf of Bertie Patrick Lounger, eldest son of our President Lounger:

What are you doing on Saturday night?

Respectfully.

Bernard Peter Longley
Beepee Ambassador.

With the news of the elite Holy Terran team being dispatched to rescue the princess,the Prince realised that they had no such capability at all within the current armed forces.It would take too long to jury rig something like this as they had no prior experience in attempting such airborned rescues.

With mounting worry for the princesses condition,he requested the Defence Ministers authorisation to dispatch the Air Force Sky Fleet.

The Sky Fleet was small but well-trained with high technology fighters bought from Raysia.

1 Skybase
2 Defenders as escort
26 Raysian Eagles
10 Archangel-D's

Floating up into the sky,the airships accelerated in pursuit of the diplomatic jet.They would make sure that it did not get into the borders of the Order of Drem.As the Prince and his elite team were transported by helicopter to the Skybase,the Battleships continued on,the team now split into 2,one on the battleships led by LT Jager and the other led by Crown Prince Janthril.

The Raysian Eagles and the Archangels put themselves into pursuit mode,maintaining their distance from the aircraft,still undetected by enemy sensors.Missiles were armed and their cannons readies.To disable the aircraft and force it to land would be a rather delicate task,much like surgery.

Behind the screen of fighters,the Defenders readied their turret guns to scare the bejeezus out of the kidnappers.They would have to intimidate them to force them to land on the skybase,where their elite team and the others could land and force the kidnappers to give her up.

states for my skyfleet are at http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rmtdex.htm

one of the imposter Elvandair Guardsmen notices something in the field of his vision out of his window

"We have trouble," said the first to the other.

"What is it?" the other responded

"Somethings not right. Look out of the back window, notice anything?"

"Not really."

"Exactly, isn't it a bit odd that there are no birds or insects behind us? I mean isn't Elvandair known for passengers reporting wonderful views of birds while flying in Aero-Planes? I mean the Airline is called Scenic Wings. It's Spring for christ's sake, that's the most popular time to see them migrating back North. I've now been looking out the windows for 38 minutes and I haven't seen one."

"When did you become an ornithologist? Or did Sem tell you to be on the look out for things like this?"

The Drem member looked worried. "Well, Sem did tell us to be on the look out for odd details. But I mean, it was my own thought. We've been playing the role of Guardsmen for what? Three months now? And during that time I learned a bit about Elvandair Tourism. This eerie quiteness around us has to be something. I think we're being followed by stealth aircraft."

"I'll inform Sem of our present status. Then we're going to have a little fun with her," he pointed at Alanthil, "daddy. We'll see how good their strategy for air rescue will be when we put her life in jeopardy. You on the other hand, watch her like a hawk. Make sure she doesn't do anything funny."

*He departs to the cock pit to inform the imposter pilot of their present situation and make a private call to their leader and terrorist cordinator, Sem Farim*

*The other Drem member, rummaging through the cabin found what he was looking for. He had luckily found his portable sattelite sensor, which picks up on possible aircraft frequencies and signatures. After unsuccessfully finding anything, he concluded they were cloaking themselves and decided to scan for heat signatures. The sensor did find an unusual signature outside of the back of the Plane. He rummaged through his bag to find his Heat Scanning Visor, which when he put on and looked out of the windows, saw bright red and orange: in the shape of Aircraft. He ran to inform his associate in the cock-pit.*

the Princess, with a distraught look on her face remains motionless and quiet, staring longingly out the window. She remembers a question posed to her by her brother when they were younger, "Would she die for her country?" She never did answer the question and now seemed a good a time as any to do so. She thought long and hard and when "I don't know yet" was her final answer she said to herself, "well, maybe today is the day I find out."

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Meanwhile in the Elvandair Intelligence HQ preperations were continuing to be made to rescue the Princess

"Sir, the nation Ilham has deployed battleships, and Nuevo Kowloon and the Ancient and Holy Terra have depliyed Aircraft in Alanthil's hijacked Aero-Plane's direction." said the lieutenant to the Monarch.

"No! This is not right yet," stated the Monarch in a bit of shock, "we must make sure at the very least the Plane is grounded, else we may risk a suicide crash. You know how righteous and irrational the Drem can be."

"Do you think they would really resort to that? A suicide crash?"

"We can't take any chances."

*Everent turned to Head General Nefter*

"Get your people in Foreign Contacts to tell these other nations to stand down at any attempts at an air rescue, for it may egg them into a suicide nose-dive."

*Then an ominous phone call from one of the stationary phones interrupted the Monarch's orders. Everent went to answer it; he knew who this was.*

"Hello?"

"Everent? How nice it is to be graced with your charming voice." said the mechanically distorted voice on the other end. The Drem were definitely playing it smart.

"What have you done to my daughter you filth!"

*All action in the Intelligence room stops*

"Well, I can see you're a tad bit moody. What I wanted to do was ask you why you insist on having your troops follow us? It's not very nice. I thought it was clear if we didn't get what we wanted we would kill your daughter. And we know you don't want that. These Planes are stopping us from getting what we want," He responded robotically.

"I never deployed those Planes, other Nations did."

"Oh and how could other Nations have known to do so?"

"The Associated Press."

"Wrong Everent, I think you told them. I think you wanted them to follow us. And you know what? I'm starting think you don't value your daughters life."

"NO! Please leave her out of this."

"If you do value her life you will tell the other Nations to stand down."

"It's already been done."

"I know it has Everent. Because I know you're a good man. How's Hendridge?"

"He has been taken out of maximum security and is being kept under police watch."

"Good. We will call you to tell you where we will make the trade off in three hours."

"Three hours!? What about Alanthil."

"She's a big girl now Everent. I think she can stand to be alone for three hours. Goodbye."

*He hangs up*

"Did we get a trace?" asked Everent

"We are certain it was a personal sattelite phone." said an communications official seated at a radar station.

"Yes. I know it was a personal phone. But did you get the number it was calling from?"

"No, Sir, the conversation was too short."

*The monarch looks disheartened*

"Well," he said "We're going to have to monitor their movements in the air. The other Nations can't aid directly until she lands. But it's good they don't realize all Elvandair Airlines have tracking devices aboard them. That's one of their mistakes."

"Um, Sir, have a look at the radar. We've lost contact with them."

"Damn it! Can it be reestablished?"

"No, But the good news is, with what we know now about their Northward movement and speed, and the fact that they want to call in three hours suggests they will be landing somewhere near Treunda Beach."

"Good. Deploy spies to scout the area. And tell them to be extra careful and discrete!"

Things were starting to fall into place as their intentions were being revealed. Elvandair waits advice and aid from other Nations as the plane approaches it's final destination.


ooc: careful, they're suicidal when provoked.

Aboard the C-130...

"...Hmm-mmm... yeah, we're good, not suicidal. It's a hell of a break they were still in the air... I understand sir. Right. 'Truenda Beach'... Uh-huh... well, we were kind of expecting to have enemy on the ground before we deployed, I don't know about the rest, but I don't fly, and neither do my men-at least, not without aiplanes. If she's still in captivity when they land, we'll get her out or die trying... thank you sir. All part of the Service."
Chi hung up the phone, and looked over at Major Wu.
"Apparently, these guys're threatening to put the plane into the ground, some of the others have Air-to-Air boarding capability, and the threat's got the Monarch nervous as hell." Chi said it with a false bravado.
Wu chuckled, "and you-Colonel, you need to divorce your feelings right now, and think like a Pro. They crash the bird, and the Elvandair people will go nuts-those guards prob'ly won't be able to hold the lynch-mob off their boy." He folded his hands, "I'd suggest tellin' the flight crew to drop us down to wave-skimming height, we're coming in oceanside, and clear as day they're flying overland..."
Chi nodded, and pulled up a map of the target area.
"We're about three-fifty south-southeast of where they're most likely to land right now-that's an hour for us, three for them... gee, You realize it'll be after dark before they land-if that's where they're going?"
Wu nodded, "Yeah, I plotted it when I heard you say the name of the beach. we go without running lights, below twenty, and the locals probably won't notice a thing-especially if they're looking back at the Airliner to check for tails."
Chi nodded, and stood up. "Decent enough plan, we'll come down here-" he pointed at a section of the map containing a highway, "and booney-hug our way inward, no reason to give anyone the idea that the Junior Team is sneaking into Big-League territory."
He headed up to the cockpit access, taking the plan, and the map with him.
Wu looked around-the plane didn't have a single "Glow" besides the Colonel, and Corporal Diem.
well, we might make it in... he thought.
The plane nosed downward, and levelled out.

Upon hearing of the dire news,both battleships the Tears of Morning and Pillager of Pride began to go at full speed in the direction of Treunda Beach.The team was still at full readiness,taking turns to sleep in shifts,prepared at a moments notice to deploy for the rescue.

Onboard the Skybase Gandhi,the Raysian Eagles were told to stay back and let the Archangel-D's handle the assault.5 Archangels flying in V-formation began to slowly track the airplane,increasing their distance while still keeping it in range of their powerful radars.The Defender's began a relay feed to the Elvandair Intelligence Division,while tracking the aircraft at the minimum safe distance recommended by their strategists and tacticians.They and the Archangel-D's matched speeds with the aircraft,keeping it at the very edge of sensor view.

Onboard the Skybase,the Crown Prince relayed a message to the Elvandair military.Would it be safe to get the plane to land on the Skybase?The Skybase was large enough and durable enough to support such an operation,in a controlled environment.

With a furrowed brow,the Prince stood on the command deck,refusing to look away from the radar screens as they tracked the aircraft.So,they were heading for Teundra Beach.The Battleships would arrive there at the same time as the Sky Fleet,just out of tracking of the kidnappers.The battleships would prevent escape by sea and the Air Fleet by air.

With due notification,a message was sent to the Order of Drem.These were the following contents:

Dear Leaders of the Order of Drem,
I am Suhrid Ilham-Janthril,Crown Prince of the Republic of Janthril.You have a certain person on board whom I am trying to court.I am sure you appreciate that Princesses of good education and background are hard to come by in these modern days.Please understand that if she is harmed in any way,physically,mentally or emotionally,I will not be pleased with your nation.I have yet to meet the Princess when she was stolen from another suitor,just as I was about to arrange to meet her.If you would be so kind as to return her by landing on my Skybase, The Gandhi,you may avoid hostilities with my nation and Elvandair,as well as various other nations with populations exceeding 30 million,just as mine does,with a population of 40 million.All of us are stronger than you,and I especially am willing to use biological and nuclear weapons against your country if my prospective bride is not returned unharmed and unhurt back to her family.

I am sure that being irrational and stupid,you will try some stupid stunt.Rest assured,if the Princess Alanthil is hurt in any way,I will personally see that her kidnappers are themselves hurt and in essence castrated and delivered back to you,without their reproductive organs.

Do not hurt her.Follow our demands,and you may yet live to see the rising morn.If not,you know the consequences.I give this to you as a warning and a threat of what may befall your people.Do the right thing,for the sake of your people,of yourself.

Yours with sincere hatred,
Crown Prince Ilham-Janthril

**Message to all airforces**
Land your forces on my skybase.It is an active beacon and is matching speeds with the airliner the Princess Alanthil is on.My Skybase can support 36 planes.All my planes except 5 Archangels are tracking the kidnappers.So it can support 31 planes.

Upon hearing of the dire news,both battleships the Tears of Morning and Pillager of Pride began to go at full speed in the direction of Treunda Beach.The team was still at full readiness,taking turns to sleep in shifts,prepared at a moments notice to deploy for the rescue.

Onboard the Skybase Gandhi,the Raysian Eagles were told to stay back and let the Archangel-D's handle the assault.5 Archangels flying in V-formation began to slowly track the airplane,increasing their distance while still keeping it in range of their powerful radars.The Defender's began a relay feed to the Elvandair Intelligence Division,while tracking the aircraft at the minimum safe distance recommended by their strategists and tacticians.They and the Archangel-D's matched speeds with the aircraft,keeping it at the very edge of sensor view.

Onboard the Skybase,the Crown Prince relayed a message to the Elvandair military.Would it be safe to get the plane to land on the Skybase?The Skybase was large enough and durable enough to support such an operation,in a controlled environment.

With a furrowed brow,the Prince stood on the command deck,refusing to look away from the radar screens as they tracked the aircraft.So,they were heading for Teundra Beach.The Battleships would arrive there at the same time as the Sky Fleet,just out of tracking of the kidnappers.The battleships would prevent escape by sea and the Air Fleet by air.

With due notification,a message was sent to the Order of Drem.These were the following contents:

Dear Leaders of the Order of Drem,
I am Suhrid Ilham-Janthril,Crown Prince of the Republic of Janthril.You have a certain person on board whom I am trying to court.I am sure you appreciate that Princesses of good education and background are hard to come by in these modern days.Please understand that if she is harmed in any way,physically,mentally or emotionally,I will not be pleased with your nation.I have yet to meet the Princess when she was stolen from another suitor,just as I was about to arrange to meet her.If you would be so kind as to return her by landing on my Skybase, The Gandhi,you may avoid hostilities with my nation and Elvandair,as well as various other nations with populations exceeding 30 million,just as mine does,with a population of 40 million.All of us are stronger than you,and I especially am willing to use biological and nuclear weapons against your country if my prospective bride is not returned unharmed and unhurt back to her family.

I am sure that being irrational and stupid,you will try some stupid stunt.Rest assured,if the Princess Alanthil is hurt in any way,I will personally see that her kidnappers are themselves hurt and in essence castrated and delivered back to you,without their reproductive organs.

Do not hurt her.Follow our demands,and you may yet live to see the rising morn.If not,you know the consequences.I give this to you as a warning and a threat of what may befall your people.Do the right thing,for the sake of your people,of yourself.

Yours with sincere hatred,
Crown Prince Ilham-Janthril

**Message to all airforces**
Land your forces on my skybase.It is an active beacon and is matching speeds with the airliner the Princess Alanthil is on.My Skybase can support 36 planes.All my planes except 5 Archangels are tracking the kidnappers.So it can support 31 planes.

Relayed via NK-1 Sattelite...

To: Prince Ilham-Jandril
From:Col. Chi Nguyen, Nuevo Kowloon Armed forces.

Would love to land at your skybase, unfortunately,we're coming from the wrong direction. {Break}
Will be within range of expected Terrorist Landing Zone in One Hour{Break}
Will Need Extraction if all does not go well.{Break}
Will Attempt Rescue via ground-borne infiltration. This is High Risk Op, and may not succeed.{Break}
Will attempt to signal if Op Blown before Princess freed. Suggest you come up with Plan "Bravo" in case of Failure, Will attempt to signal for pickup if our ride is nailed on the ground, but Princess freed.{Break}
Personal Note: Odds better than even she'll pick you, suggest you comb your hair and be presentable should we succeed in obtaining her early release.{Break}
As far as I am aware, you are first Royal Suitor with a Pedigree to show your face anywhere near this, suspect you may be the better man.{Break}{Message End}

**Encrypt till Receiver**
**Received & Decrypted**

To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Prince Ilham-Janthril

Skybase is in position at Teundra Beach.
Transport Helicopter on standby to pick up you guys in case of failure.
Give Battleships coordinates for naval bombardment if you need their support.
Will be cooperating with you all the way.
5 Archangel-D's shadowing the plane at minimum safe distance.
Rest of planes on standby in lower decks of Skybase.

Plan 'Alpha' is for me and my Deathwatch team to hook up with you guys.We are close combat specialists.Using kindjals,kukris and MP5s.We enter from both sides.Once plane lands,both teams penetrate and either kill all or capture them.Primary objective is Princess Alanthil.Our boys will protect her at all costs.If you have a heavy weapons specialist or sniper,could use them to cripple engines.

Plan 'Bravo' is for LT Jager,head of the second team of 10 men to take out the planes flight ability with help of anti-tank weapons.Hit the planes engines or cockpit,cripple it and shoot all hostiles in case we fail.Again,primary objective is the Princess,secure and rescue her at all costs.

Personal Note:Thanks,but we have an equal chance of getting chosen,it depends on who the Princess likes more.I haven't even met her.So still have to date her.With honour,may best man win.

Extra:princess should be given a nerve strike,or something done to knock her out,like gas.She is a liability.She has no military training and might interfere.Sad to say,but a fact.once unconscious,she is exfiltrated from the plane.once taken,will transfer her to skybase or battleship and bring her back to Elvandair.My Deathwatch will protect her.

Captain Baldares swore as he recieved the transmission, and slowly put the aircraft into a wide, slow turn.

"Major? Order from high up, our mission is scrubbed."

He heard another swear on the other end of the line.

"Scrubbed, sir? Why in the hell did they do that?" asked Major Kimari.

Captain Baldares shook his head.

"Command thinks we might have been picked up, and they're concerned that the hijackers will slam the plane into the ground as a last-ditch attempt."

"Are we going home, then?" asked Major Kimari, angry.

"No. I've got a KC-135 enroute to refuel us, we'll be staying on station in case anything develops. Three more EB-1C Vampires are en route, in case it comes to bombs and missiles."

*Message to Terra*

Feel free to place your troops onboard my Skybase.Still shadowing the plane,it will land soon.

Hector was aboard his personal jet and following the planned course of the kidnappers. He was furios because of the insult those terrorists had thrown at his face by taking the princess away in the middle of their meeting.
"If they are lucky, they will die from the bullets of those soldiers the other nations are sending... Because if I will get my hands on them.. They regret the day they were born..."
His raven sat on his shoulder, remaining silent as it knew not to provoke the emperor when he was on a foul mood. His sword sat bared on his lap ready for it's task.


OOC: He is pissed, big time. Others just got the headstart on me so Hector just follows them with his personal bodyguard.

**Encrypt till Receiver**
**Received & Decrypted**

To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Prince Ilham-Janthril

Skybase is in position at Teundra Beach.
Transport Helicopter on standby to pick up you guys in case of failure.
Give Battleships coordinates for naval bombardment if you need their support.
Will be cooperating with you all the way.
5 Archangel-D's shadowing the plane at minimum safe distance.
Rest of planes on standby in lower decks of Skybase.

Plan 'Alpha' is for me and my Deathwatch team to hook up with you guys.We are close combat specialists.Using kindjals,kukris and MP5s.We enter from both sides.Once plane lands,both teams penetrate and either kill all or capture them.Primary objective is Princess Alanthil.Our boys will protect her at all costs.If you have a heavy weapons specialist or sniper,could use them to cripple engines.

Plan 'Bravo' is for LT Jager,head of the second team of 10 men to take out the planes flight ability with help of anti-tank weapons.Hit the planes engines or cockpit,cripple it and shoot all hostiles in case we fail.Again,primary objective is the Princess,secure and rescue her at all costs.

Personal Note:Thanks,but we have an equal chance of getting chosen,it depends on who the Princess likes more.I haven't even met her.So still have to date her.With honour,may best man win.

Extra:princess should be given a nerve strike,or something done to knock her out,like gas.She is a liability.She has no military training and might interfere.Sad to say,but a fact.once unconscious,she is exfiltrated from the plane.once taken,will transfer her to skybase or battleship and bring her back to Elvandair.My Deathwatch will protect her.

Message recieved from the ground...

To:Prince Ilham Janthril
From: Col. Chi Nguyen

Re: Offer of Joint operations.

We accept. Adjust Plan "A" as follows, if you please: Wait until after dark.
Enemy forces present still an unknown number, but fairly high.(break)
I have Hvy Weap. specialist Corporal Hui Diem, PFC Arnold Ngoc, Corporal Lee Morrison.
Snipers Sgt. Emily Watson, SFC Mai Quhon.
We're using Delisle silent carbines, Thompson guns with the door-knockers. Delisles and Thompsons loaded with cookie-cutter body-armour defeating ammo.
Intend to move on them when they transfer the hostage (break)

To:Col. Chi Nguyen
From:Prince Ilham-Janthril

ok,will fo after dark.
a lot of her suitors are all rushing to her rescue.
Skybase and Defender's radar arrays detecting and tracking multiple friendlies incoming.
Will relay to them the news.Hope they don't do stupid things.
Best of luck.

Boys will be using hollowpoint ammo.
Also using Volaerian Battle Armour and Kevlar cloaks.Will send you some Kevlar cloaks,as well as NGV(Night Vision Goggles).
Stats for Battle Armour available at Magas Volaer storefront.pretty powerful stuff.
Guys will hit hard and fast.
We take them out at long range and close range,might have friendly fire.Risky,but armour should hold.
Princess Alanthil will be taken and placed aboard helo and lifted off.
Messages sent to her family of plans.

To:Col. Chi Nguyen
From:Prince Ilham-Janthril

ok,will fo after dark.
a lot of her suitors are all rushing to her rescue.
Skybase and Defender's radar arrays detecting and tracking multiple friendlies incoming.
Will relay to them the news.Hope they don't do stupid things.
Best of luck.

Boys will be using hollowpoint ammo.
Also using Volaerian Battle Armour and Kevlar cloaks.Will send you some Kevlar cloaks,as well as NGV(Night Vision Goggles).
Stats for Battle Armour available at Magas Volaer storefront.pretty powerful stuff.
Guys will hit hard and fast.
We take them out at long range and close range,might have friendly fire.Risky,but armour should hold.
Princess Alanthil will be taken and placed aboard helo and lifted off.
Messages sent to her family of plans.

Message recieved
To: Prince Ilham Janthril
From: Col. Chi Nguyen

Only need five pairs NVG's-Major Wu and his team quite able to work in darkness without.
Keep lighting to minimum.{break}
Rendezvous coordinates as follows: [ooc-without good maps available out of character, just assume a set of accurate grids near the target area. /ooc]{Break}
Estimates place enemy-held aircraft due in 1.5 hours, does this match your numbers?(break)
Hope you can contain all the egos-Highborn men are pretty proud, good luck coordinating the other teams.{Message End}

OOC: It isn’t going to be that easy. Of course military aid would be good help, but I wanted to go in different direction with this, not just a huge attack and an easy rescue. The terrorists are smarter than that. Plus I'll pretty much be choosing the Winner and Husband after this.


To The Joke of a Country Ilham,

How naive do you think we are? We have the Princess and we won't make the transfer on your "Skybase." In doing so will only ensure our arrest and capture. We've told The Elvandair Presiding Monarch where we will land, and that is that. Everent whole heartedly agreed; he won't jeopardize his daughter's life.

Ha Ha Ha
-The Order of Drem

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There is much commotion at Elvandair Intelligence HQ as they continue to strategize methods of liberating the Princess of her sequestering

*Phone Rings*

*Everent rushes to answer the phone*

"Yes?" he asks into the receiver.

"High Presiding Monarch Everent Askmilliam?" the phone responds

"God help me if you've laid a hand on my daughter. Because If you have, I'll do everything in my power to have you tortured. And if you try to kill yourself, I'll have my best physicians revive you in order to torture you further," (At this point Head General Nefter made 'Cut it out' motions drawing his right hand in a bent, karate chop shape laterally across his neck.) And if you are dead before I get to you, I will hunt down your family and make them live in a hellish Death Cam..."

*Nefter grabs the phone from the Monarch before he further insults the already on the edge Drems*

"This is Head General Nefter speaking, I apologize for the outburst, what have you to tell us of the Princess?"

"...D-d-do I have the wrong number? I mean I'm calling to ask if you wanted the pizza, I mean you did order a pizza... um, you ordered to be thin crust..?" said the frightened pizza boy, afraid to have made an error on his first day of the job.

...

"Um, sorry this is the wrong number..." said Nefter awkwardly.

*Hangs up the phone*

A computer analyst rushes into the room

"Has anyone gotten a call about a pizza, sorry for putting it under the Monarch's name,I didn't think they'd believe me if I told them to send it to such a high security building unless it was under a government officials name."

*Everent stares at the analyst*

"Get out. Just. Get out."

*The confused and bewildered analyst exits*

*Phone rings again*

*Nefter Answers*

"Yes?"

"Where's Everent?" answered the robotic voice

*Nefter quickly passes it to Everent*

"I don't like how other nations are involved in this matter Everent. And they want us to land on a 'skybase?' How stupid do you think we are? We haven't even told you the exact location where we are headed. It's 1 mile down Treunda's coastline, not too far from the Ponice Marsh. There is a land clearance there where we will be landing. Next to the strip of clear land will be a Airplane Hanger, we will be in that hanger. We expect to see you there in one hour with Hendridge Farim, if not then she dies."

*Click*

The monarch looks distressed. He thinks for a moment and then asks Nefter of any advice

"Do we have no choice but to comply?"

"Well... come to think of it. That pizza boy reminded me of something. Something Top Secret, come with me."

*Nefter takes the Monarch down the nearby flight of stairs into a locked broom closet. Except it was no ordinary broom closet. With the twist of a series of switches disguised as hanging hooks, the side opened, unveiling the entrance to the Elvandair Secret Technological Development Sector. It is a wide room, with white walls and individual standing computer and work stations.*

"Here, we've been working on a certain new camaflouge technology that is just about... ready... for, " he says as he stands on his toes looking over the heads of passing workers to a door, "ah, usage. Right this way."

Everent is awestruck by the secret work place he had never previous had a chance to see. Through the door stands in a glass case two dime and quarter-sized microchips and a clear, semi translucent, shimmering jumpsuit accompanied with a visor. A tech specialist is also there and he explains.

"Ah, Monarch Askmilliam, what a pleasant surprise, I guess I can infer that we're going to take the new technology out for a field test?" said the smiling techie.

"Yes, we are." said Nefter, "Everent, what we have here is what we call a Reticular Light Refracting Camouflage, or RetCam for short. The smaller chip is implanted above the skin, near the eyebrow area while the other is implanted on the top of the wrist. The first chip turns on the system, it is sensitive to a hard blink made by the wearer. This chip is in turn connected via wire, to the sleeve of the jumpsuit. This chip is programmed to regulate the pattern the light, eminating from the suit, will be refracted in. With this a person can imitate the likeness of any pattern over the blank suit and in essence blend in with their surroundings. But in this case, it can be modified to resemble the likeness of a person."

"I see! Namely, Hendridge! We can get someone to pose as him, and get close enough to the Drem during the trade off, and get Alanthil, then by the time they realize it isn't Hendridge, she'll be safe in our custody! Brilliant! Nefter if there were any position higher than Head General, I'd promote you. How safe is it?"

"Relatively safe, the only danger really is if the Drem discover they are being decieved."

"Excellent, lets get someone in it."

*There is then a call for a Military Congress, where every soldier was asked whether they would be willing to wear the suit. Unfortunately not many volunteered, seeing the potential danger and out of those who did were unqualified and had little to no negotiation or covert experience. When Everent asked about spies, Nefter told him how many of them either had "unfit body types* or were away and couldn't make it to the spot on the Beach within the next hour.*

"Well, I guess there's only one thing we can do," concluded the Monarch. "We hold a worldwide campaign to anyone who is willing and qualified to wear the suit and efficiently rescue the princess. Contact all nearby nations, we need SOMEONE to where to pose as Hendridge!"


There is a World wide search for someone to get to the princess within the next hour, who can pose as someone else without being discovered all without cracking under pressure.

OOC: obviously the next "hour" doesn't mean "real time," the hour is within the story. (no time pressure)

Upon hearing the news,Prince Ilham-Janthril flung the letter to the floor.The Order of Drem dared to insult a Janthri?never mind,he thought.cooler heads would prevail.

Upon hearing of the offer from Elvandair,he sent a request in for trying on the suit.He had gone through rigorous special forces training when doing his military service,and while far from the top of his cohort,he was still considered a good commando.he would do anything to rescue this princess he had not met.it was a matter of her safety.after vowing to court her,she had been spirited away,and it was his duty and honour to protect her.

the plan was still to go ahead.LT Jager was the chief officer for this mission and would render full aid to the Kowloon rescuers.the minute the kidnappers got out the plane,they would sneak out and disable it as well as take out the guards.they would coordinate with the Kowloon and other contingents to kill the kidnappers and rescue the Princess,no matter how improbable it was.

Meanwhile,he would play the riskiest part,the distraction.While his muscular 1.95m frame often stopped him from fitting a lot of clothes,he hoped to be the one to play this role.

However,if they found someone better,he would gladly relinquish his role and resume his normal commando role.he wanted this most important role in the most capable hands,to ensure the Princesses safety.

outside,the naval and air forces of the Ilham made course corrections heading towards the current destination from where they were tracking the kidnappers.they would reach there in half an hour and wait.Already,Treunda Beach glittered in the distance.

on the radar screen,the kidnapper and multiple friendlies changed their vectors,heading for the current location.as for the battleships,their guns and missiles slowly tracked the distant craft,as they cruised at full power along the coast,just behind the air fleet.

the Island of Aries wishes you luck on your quest for love and shall give you gold to aid you and we have many fight men on our island for you if you see them fit

Ah... one mile south? let's see... suitable landing zones, near the area, the NK's could reach it-probably without being seen, meanwhile, a landing airliner is a pretty noisy item, and some of those gropos see as well in darkness as you do in light.
I was actually "hinting" at a double-massacre situation, and possibly a failed rescue attempt. Unlike just about everyone else, the NK's aren't making demands of the Drems-they're treating it like dealing with Golden-Triangle Heroin Lords or the Khmer Rouge-they don't believe the enemy is capable of honouring any deal they might strike.
NK's are used to the idea of taking casualties to accomplish a mission-they're not Americans, they expect the enemy to be smart, and to shoot back accurately if given a chance.
Chi, by this point, doesn't think he has a chance in hell of winning the Princess-but, he's a determined man, and he's got faith in his men. He's set out to get her out, he's (by now) probably a few dozen yards outside the compound (note the posts-they landed, they were on the ground talking to the Ilhams two hours local time before the airliner arrived in the local airspace, and if the swamp's only a mile away from the beach, then they've had ample time to get into position.)
But...
"Random Factors".
A tipoff from inside the War Room could turn a quiet infiltration and extraction into a disaster-likely Chi's approximate position has been reported, and if the Drems were able to replace a cadre of House Guards without drawing a blink of notice, then they likely have a source inside the Monarch's close circle of advisors (this is me logicking the base situation out).

Now, if Chi didn't tell, and Ilham didn't tell, and the other "Suitor" forces didn't know, then there's a chance that His Majesty still believes the NK's are in the air, and if he thinks so, then the enemy may also think so, since their man in the War-Room would have told them to wave off if he knew the little bastards were already in the area.
Y'see, the Ilhams didn't tell the Terrorists that they were in contact with someone on the ground, and their broadcasts on open channels (non-encrypted, non-Morse-Code) have all been "Come to our Skybase and Join us!" broadcasts.
Nuevo Kowloon is a lot like another swampy, mountainous, jungle land-Vietnam. (the region they are, incidentally, located in on the main site.)
At this point, with the Terrorists on the ground, the NK's are out of direct-radio contact with anyone not orbiting the area, and they aren't broadcasting, a recall would have to be wide-banded down with the hope they are listening-since swamps exist in lowland hollows or outright valleys, (Low enough for the water-table to be at the surface or just a hair above), They're in radio-shadow, and they aren't using high-power transmitter/recievers.

so... do you want me to post 'em as casualties, or carry through to the logical (so far) conclusion? I can write a nasty counter-ambush/military disaster if you like, but you should've spoken up earlier...

*King Long and one of his men arrive at Elvandair*

King Long- Please inform Everant that we have captured an informant of the kidnappers. And would like to turn him in for interrogation.

*Awaits for Everants response*

"Bump"

After hearing about the camosuit the emperor picks up his communications console and types an message to the Elvandair authorities.

"I would be interested in the stealth suit and the rescue attempt, althought I am not certain if it can fit my frame. My former military rank was that of an general in the special operations branch of Tri-Federal marines. I will succeed if the mission is handed upon my shoulders."

OOC: Hector happens to be over 2 meters tall so...

I wish I had discowered this thread earlier. A little late to join it maybe.


In the great hall of the royal palace in Eirikiania, King Eirik has just received news about this situation. Hes mind is darkened with sad thoughts.

"In all the time of my nation, a prince has taken over the trone. But I have no heir. I have many daugthers but our country needs a prince. I am far to old to give a human woman a child now.
But an elfwoman. And she is royal. If it is possible."

"Scribe!"

A thin man with glasses enters the room.
"Yes my lord."
"I want you to find out if an elf can give birth to a child if the father were of my age. And do it quick!"
And send someone to help in the situation in Elvandair. Ten good men."
"Yes my lord."

The Ilham Deathwatch guardsmen landed at the spot,in the darkness.With an efficiency born of much hard training and experience,they linked up with the specialist team of Colonel Chi.

Spreading out in the darkness,their dark Kevlar cloaks and armour blackened through application of mud and leaves,the 5 snipers positioned themselves at optimal distances around the air strip.The other 15,led by LT Jager,would coordinate with the Kowloon 'boys',as they had been termed.They were used to covert ops,the Deathwatch.

All Ilhami troops trained and lived in a hot,humid environment that was thickly forested with lots of swamps,jungle and mountains.Very much like Thailand or Indonesia.And it was in stealthy warfare that many of them excelled in.No doubt,there would be losses.The enviroment and training of Ilham had forged the Deathwatch into a pragmatic fighting force based on logic,training,endurance,persistence and sound tactics as well as ruthless fighting capability.

They had fought the religious rebels in Ilham countless times and knew what to expect of fanatics.It did not negotiate with them and there would be no arguing with the barrel of a gun.

The Prince,crouching on the ground near the helo as it stood on standby composed a letter and sent it to the War Room.

**DOUBLE ENCRYPTION/LEVEL 2 CODE LOCK/VOICE PRINT OF KING**
Sir,we are in position.Rest assured we will try as best as we can to free your daughter but please be prepared for any bad news sir.We will try our best to rescue her,but there is a chance that she may die.This is a fact,but we will do our best to avoid that.There may be a leak in your intel,just to let you know.Will I be able to fit the suit or have you found somene more suitable?
**Time stamped\code locked\Ilham-Janthril Triple Encryption**

Sending it on scrambled channels,he then composed a letter to the Order of Drem and sent it out on open channels.

Leaders of Drem,
I will let you know this.Just as you are prepared to be oathbreakers for your cause,so will I for mine.There will be no negotiation.You will not listen to reason or logic.As you are prepared to die for my cause,so am I prepared to die for mine.We are warriors born and bred,and we will treat your dead with the contempt they deserve.Their bodies will be left to rot in Elvandair,and they won't be returned to their homeland.No warrior's death will they have.
With sincerity,
Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril,Lord of Rays,Grand Master of the Deathwatch.


Over the comlink,he gave a speech to his Deathwatch,and to the boys of Colonel Chi Nguyen,his comrade and fellow suitor.Determined as both were,the Prince did not know what to feel about his chances."Better to concentrate on the task at hand.This is no time for romance"he thought.

"Warriors of Ilham,of Kowloon.Today,we stand for justice,for what is right.Know that we will do what is necessary.As the Kowloon know,we have to do this,no matter the cost to us.To achieve justice,we will have to take losses,unlike the decadent Americans who would rather not do the necessary action.Be prepared to die a warrior's death,no matter how painful,we might all share the same fate this night.Fight till the end,do yourselves and your ancestors proud.Die as you live,as a fighter.With honour and integrity we will do what is necessary.

Compose letters to your loved ones.Say what you have to say.Not all of us may come out of this alive,but we will try.Blessings of the Creator upon you.

LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS!"

With the end of his speech,he took of his signet ring,signifying his inheritance to the throne of Ilham.If he died,his next brother would take his place.Opting for the battle armour with balaclava and Kevlar cloak,he sat in under a tree.With an MP 5 in 1 and and kindjal in the other,he was prepared for anything.

As his thoughts reeled through his minds,he thought"Please Creator,don't let this mission go wrong.The lives of my friends,my comrades and my allies depend on it.Protect and bless the righteous this day,I ask this favour."As the sat under the tree,he felt somehow that they would need all the luck they could get.

The Ilham Deathwatch guardsmen landed at the spot,in the darkness.With an efficiency born of much hard training and experience,they linked up with the specialist team of Colonel Chi.

Spreading out in the darkness,their dark Kevlar cloaks and armour blackened through application of mud and leaves,the 5 snipers positioned themselves at optimal distances around the air strip.The other 15,led by LT Jager,would coordinate with the Kowloon 'boys',as they had been termed.They were used to covert ops,the Deathwatch.

All Ilhami troops trained and lived in a hot,humid environment that was thickly forested with lots of swamps,jungle and mountains.Very much like Thailand or Indonesia.And it was in stealthy warfare that many of them excelled in.No doubt,there would be losses.The enviroment and training of Ilham had forged the Deathwatch into a pragmatic fighting force based on logic,training,endurance,persistence and sound tactics as well as ruthless fighting capability.

They had fought the religious rebels in Ilham countless times and knew what to expect of fanatics.It did not negotiate with them and there would be no arguing with the barrel of a gun.

The Prince,crouching on the ground near the helo as it stood on standby composed a letter and sent it to the War Room.

**DOUBLE ENCRYPTION/LEVEL 2 CODE LOCK/VOICE PRINT OF KING**
Sir,we are in position.Rest assured we will try as best as we can to free your daughter but please be prepared for any bad news sir.We will try our best to rescue her,but there is a chance that she may die.This is a fact,but we will do our best to avoid that.There may be a leak in your intel,just to let you know.Will I be able to fit the suit or have you found somene more suitable?
**Time stamped\code locked\Ilham-Janthril Triple Encryption**

Sending it on scrambled channels,he then composed a letter to the Order of Drem and sent it out on open channels.

Leaders of Drem,
I will let you know this.Just as you are prepared to be oathbreakers for your cause,so will I for mine.There will be no negotiation.You will not listen to reason or logic.As you are prepared to die for my cause,so am I prepared to die for mine.We are warriors born and bred,and we will treat your dead with the contempt they deserve.Their bodies will be left to rot in Elvandair,and they won't be returned to their homeland.No warrior's death will they have.
With sincerity,
Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril,Lord of Rays,Grand Master of the Deathwatch.


Over the comlink,he gave a speech to his Deathwatch,and to the boys of Colonel Chi Nguyen,his comrade and fellow suitor.Determined as both were,the Prince did not know what to feel about his chances."Better to concentrate on the task at hand.This is no time for romance"he thought.

"Warriors of Ilham,of Kowloon.Today,we stand for justice,for what is right.Know that we will do what is necessary.As the Kowloon know,we have to do this,no matter the cost to us.To achieve justice,we will have to take losses,unlike the decadent Americans who would rather not do the necessary action.Be prepared to die a warrior's death,no matter how painful,we might all share the same fate this night.Fight till the end,do yourselves and your ancestors proud.Die as you live,as a fighter.With honour and integrity we will do what is necessary.

Compose letters to your loved ones.Say what you have to say.Not all of us may come out of this alive,but we will try.Blessings of the Creator upon you.

LONG LIVE THE FIGHTERS!"

With the end of his speech,he took of his signet ring,signifying his inheritance to the throne of Ilham.If he died,his next brother would take his place.Opting for the battle armour with balaclava and Kevlar cloak,he sat in under a tree.With an MP 5 in 1 and and kindjal in the other,he was prepared for anything.

As his thoughts reeled through his minds,he thought"Please Creator,don't let this mission go wrong.The lives of my friends,my comrades and my allies depend on it.Protect and bless the righteous this day,I ask this favour."As the sat under the tree,he felt somehow that they would need all the luck they could get.

Major Wu sighed heavily, as he looked over the team, and the Ilham troops.
The Glow was everywhere.
This can't be right... He frowned. Then, someone made a speech.
"Colonel, what is he saying?" Wu asked Chi.
The younger man shrugged, "Pep talk, pretty grim stuff, if you want I'll translate it and write it down for later." Chi snapped the reciever closed on his Thompson M-1960 (Silenced) submachinegun.
"I don't think I'll have time to read your translation sir..." Wu said quietly.
Chi slung his weapon. "Why?" he asked.
Wu shrugged, "I've got a bad feeling about this op, sir. Something is not adding up right."
Chi squatted down, and looked at the Major frankly. "What?" he asked.
"The bird, sir... these terrorists are demanding the release of their cult-leader in exchange-now, I'm not an expert on Elven pols, but it would seem to me that there's something more-than-fishy about replacing a VIP's whole Bodyguard and flight crew with members of an extremist Network of terrorists." Wu said, fitting the 50-round drum into his own Thompson-silenced.
"Inside Job?" Chi asked.
Wu nodded, "Looks like it to me, I mean, how stupid do you have to be not to notice who's cashing the paychecks? Executive Bodyguard is a damned high-security position...I think there's a mole in the Monarch's gov, and I think that's why... why we're going to be walking into a trap, and that's why I think we need to re-work the plan. down here, where we're under Radio Silence and nobody in the Elvandair Cabinet's listening in."

Chi nodded, "Good idea, send out two-man teams, scout the area, find their detection systems and some good hides. We're going to a different plan..."


Chi walked up on the Prince without making a sound. The man started when he tapped his toe.
"We need to talk, sir..." he said quietly.

The Prince who was caught up in his thoughts turned at the sound of the taping toe."Damn!" he cursed to himself.It was better to concentrate on the mission he had.He didn't have the training of the Deathwatch,but he should have been more alert.Not thinking about some damn philosophical things.Well,it had been over 5 years since his special forces training.Under current conditions,it was slowly taking hold again.

Standing up and toweringa full head and a half over the Colonel,he looked more alien than human,swathed in a darkened Kevlar cloak and his bulky body armour.Holstering his MP 5 and sheathing his kindjal blade,he turned his dark brown-blue eyes to the Colonel.The Colonel moved with a feline grace and alertness that any career soldier had.He emanated a sense of purpose and professionalism,though underneath,the Prince knew that he was also tense.Still,with his Kowloon training,he was more than a match for any terrorist.

"Well Chi,lets drop the formalities and get to the point.I know that you have the same misgivings as I have.It doesn't take a dumb person to know that there is a leak in the intelligence or somewhere high up,probably in the military or intelligence agency.You can't just waltz in and bloody well replace the whole bloody bodyguard of a princess.To do that,you need authority,and intelligence."

"I highly suspect that someone high up in the Elvandair administration is trying to attempt a coup of some sort,to assassinate the King of Prime Minister.And I think that we may have to change the mission profile."

"All Deathwatch,switch off open radio channels.Maintain radio silence.If you must,use infra-red narrowband transmissions to communicate."

"Well Colonel,I'm open to ideas.Because,frankly,I'm not sure that we will succeed in this mission.These guys are religious fanatics and neither of us want to endanger the princess.That means that they don't value their life and in my experience,they tend to use themselves as suicide bombs,so one or more of them may be wired up,cos they are expecting us."

So,what is this new plan of yours.......

The Prince who was caught up in his thoughts turned at the sound of the taping toe."Damn!" he cursed to himself.It was better to concentrate on the mission he had.He didn't have the training of the Deathwatch,but he should have been more alert.Not thinking about some damn philosophical things.Well,it had been over 5 years since his special forces training.Under current conditions,it was slowly taking hold again.

Standing up and toweringa full head and a half over the Colonel,he looked more alien than human,swathed in a darkened Kevlar cloak and his bulky body armour.Holstering his MP 5 and sheathing his kindjal blade,he turned his dark brown-blue eyes to the Colonel.The Colonel moved with a feline grace and alertness that any career soldier had.He emanated a sense of purpose and professionalism,though underneath,the Prince knew that he was also tense.Still,with his Kowloon training,he was more than a match for any terrorist.

"Well Chi,lets drop the formalities and get to the point.I know that you have the same misgivings as I have.It doesn't take a dumb person to know that there is a leak in the intelligence or somewhere high up,probably in the military or intelligence agency.You can't just waltz in and bloody well replace the whole bloody bodyguard of a princess.To do that,you need authority,and intelligence."

"I highly suspect that someone high up in the Elvandair administration is trying to attempt a coup of some sort,to assassinate the King of Prime Minister.And I think that we may have to change the mission profile."

"All Deathwatch,switch off open radio channels.Maintain radio silence.If you must,use infra-red narrowband transmissions to communicate."

"Well Colonel,I'm open to ideas.Because,frankly,I'm not sure that we will succeed in this mission.These guys are religious fanatics and neither of us want to endanger the princess.That means that they don't value their life and in my experience,they tend to use themselves as suicide bombs,so one or more of them may be wired up,cos they are expecting us."

So,what is this new plan of yours.......

The Prince who was caught up in his thoughts turned at the sound of the taping toe."Damn!" he cursed to himself.It was better to concentrate on the mission he had.He didn't have the training of the Deathwatch,but he should have been more alert.Not thinking about some damn philosophical things.Well,it had been over 5 years since his special forces training.Under current conditions,it was slowly taking hold again.

Standing up and toweringa full head and a half over the Colonel,he looked more alien than human,swathed in a darkened Kevlar cloak and his bulky body armour.Holstering his MP 5 and sheathing his kindjal blade,he turned his dark brown-blue eyes to the Colonel.The Colonel moved with a feline grace and alertness that any career soldier had.He emanated a sense of purpose and professionalism,though underneath,the Prince knew that he was also tense.Still,with his Kowloon training,he was more than a match for any terrorist.

"Well Chi,lets drop the formalities and get to the point.I know that you have the same misgivings as I have.It doesn't take a dumb person to know that there is a leak in the intelligence or somewhere high up,probably in the military or intelligence agency.You can't just waltz in and bloody well replace the whole bloody bodyguard of a princess.To do that,you need authority,and intelligence."

"I highly suspect that someone high up in the Elvandair administration is trying to attempt a coup of some sort,to assassinate the King of Prime Minister.And I think that we may have to change the mission profile."

"All Deathwatch,switch off open radio channels.Maintain radio silence.If you must,use infra-red narrowband transmissions to communicate."

"Well Colonel,I'm open to ideas.Because,frankly,I'm not sure that we will succeed in this mission.These guys are religious fanatics and neither of us want to endanger the princess.That means that they don't value their life and in my experience,they tend to use themselves as suicide bombs,so one or more of them may be wired up,cos they are expecting us."

So,what is this new plan of yours.......

OOC:sorry everone.quadruple posted.

*King Long and one of his men arrive at Elvandair*

King Long- Please inform Everant that we have captured an informant of the kidnappers. And would like to turn him in for interrogation.

*Awaits for Everants response*


Yes, most definitely hand him over to the Elvandair Police, they will take him to be immediately interrogated by the Monarch personally.


OOC: Perfect! I know exactly what to do with him.
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To Ilham:

1.95m you say? Well, Elvandair is one of the few ancient nations that still use feet and inches, but through a imple conversion Elvandair has deemed you most suitable to wear the suit, since Hendridge himself is 1.90m tall. Please, come to Elvandair Intelligence HQ, so that you will learn how to operate the technology. Please come immediately so we can put this plan into effect promptly.

-Elvandair High Consulate
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OOC: Ok this is how this is going to work. We get Prince of Ilham to try on the suit so that he can pose as Hendridge in disguise. Meanwhile this is happening they start questioning the informant. He will reveal something crucial. Ilham will have to be at the beach, as Hendridge in disguise, when this information is let out.

Sorry to take so much control but I just spent like half and hour sorting all of the information out so I have now a very good storyline that I want to stick to. Your reaction to my plot twist is enough help. Don't worry about getting TOO involved, I have it all sorted out... And the best part is, I already know who's going to marry Alanthil. :D

Hector tightened his grip on the handle of his sword. His foul mood permeated the air around him. He couldn't do anything until the terrorists landed and his options seemed limited even after that. Picking up his comlink once more he tapped an message to the Elvandair High Command.

"If any of my co-suitors require assistance, please inform me of the fact. Also, should you require assistance in interrogating that prisoner I would be more than happy to help. Emperor Hector Faustino De La Mora Xavier Ì Gorriza signing out."


OOC: Snif, I just can't do anything....

Upon seeing that he was accepted to try on the suit,the Prince jumped at the chanceTaking off in the helicopter,he left the situation on the ground to be handled by LT Jager,his friend and advisor.

Looking up as the helicopter left,Jager looked at Colonel Chi and voiced his thoughts."Lets hope no fuck ups occur,cos frankly,all this political intrigue has got me spooked a bit.I prefer things in black and white,not shades of gray.So whats this bloody wonderful plan you've come up with?I've thought up of one.Simply,he distracts with the holo camouflage device,we sneak in and slit their throats,hightail it out of there with the Princess and then ensure the safety of the Prince as a secondary objective.He gave us implicit instructions to prioritise the Princess as the primary objective.All as is secondary."

Standing at 1.86 m and looking at the soldier before him,Jager felt that they could cooperate well.Here was a career soldier that understood the necessities of combat and war.Hunched down in the shade of the trees,he loaded his SAR 21 Deathwatch Assault Rifle,as he gained confirmation that another part of the Sky Fleet was on its way,this time with 2 Defenders,another Skybase and 36 RF-23 Nephite Stealth Fighters,with optical,thermal and radar cloaking.Very good stuff indeed.

So now the force makeup was so:
2 Ilador-class Battleships
20 Deathwatch Guards
4 Defenders
2 Skybases
26 Raysian Eagles
10 Archangel-D's
36 Nephite Stalth Fighters

(stats for all at http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rmtdex.htm)

In the Helo that was rapidly approaching the nerve center for Elvandair military ops,the Prince ran his hand through his head.He sheathed a kukri and kindjal at his legs,ready to be pulled out once his charade was finished.He hoped to have a proper date with the Princess after all this and relayed his wish to her attendants and her father,the King.

He had heard of the dispatch of the new air fleet,and the total combined firepower of the air force was something he did not wish to face if he were the enemy.They would arrive within the hour.

Landing at the base,he was promptly escorted through several security checkpoints,many times nearly bumping his head into a low hanging wall.So,now it was a game of deception,of cloak and dagger ops.

Ten men arrives in Elvandair. They are some off the best warriors in Eirikiania. They gives the monarch of Elvandair a letter.

"Dear ruler of Elvandair. We have decided to send you some support for saving your daughter. These ten men is the best we have to offer. Their qualities are not to be underrestimated. They are under your command. We hopes you will have use of them.
Hail the king!"

Looking up as the helicopter left,Jager looked at Colonel Chi and voiced his thoughts."Lets hope no f--- ups occur,cos frankly,all this political intrigue has got me spooked a bit.I prefer things in black and white,not shades of gray.So whats this bloody wonderful plan you've come up with?I've thought up of one.Simply,he distracts with the holo camouflage device,we sneak in and slit their throats,hightail it out of there with the Princess and then ensure the safety of the Prince as a secondary objective.He gave us implicit instructions to prioritise the Princess as the primary objective.All as is secondary."



Chi looked at the Lt. "Whatever my plan was, it got changed. Right now, we sit tight, we spot on those guys, and we work out a go-to-hell plan... You realize how deep the shit your Prince is getting into, dontcha?"
The Lt. nodded bitterly.
"Good, Here's where your guys' role is-" he squatted down, with a stick over some bare dirt. "You shadow his approach and watch from here, here, here, and here. Those little machineguns you're packing will make great attention-getters if you use 'em that way. My boys will move in closer-we're more disposeable than you are, and we've played blood-tag with narcoterrorist looneys before. Major Wu and the other twelve men in his section will move inside the compound itself, when it looks "Good", in other words, when your Prince and the Princess are together, my snipers and your snipers take out the lighting, here, here, here and here. My sappers go for the generator house, and cut the power. We don't slit throats until it's necessary, because dead bodies have a habit of tipping the wrong folks off."
The Lt. nodded, understanding. "You have done this before, haven't you?" he asked.
Chi shrugged, "We've got half a dozen little heroin-dealing warlords sitting on our northwest border-sometimes they kidnap a foreigner or two and ransom them to finance the 'Global Struggle of the Proletariat' or some other cockeyed nonsense. Major Wu and his men have a lot of experience dealing with sensor devices, sentries, and other nonsense. Now, I've got ten Door-Kickers and some shaped charge door-makers. That, combined with twenty of you lads, means we've got enough to get in, get your man and the girl, and get out. The real issue I see, isn't gettting at them-the enemy's pretty thin in there by comparison with the usual run, but, rather, evading pursuit long enough for your people to get the primaries out without them getting hurt."
The Lt. nodded, "You didn't say where the charges will be set..."
Chi chuckled, "That's 'cause I don't exactly know where they'll be set yet-we need to know where the Primaries are standing so we don't end up with dead hostages..."
The two officers began exchanging ideas, until a plan was worked out.

LT Jager looked at the Colonel.His respect for the man had gone up a few notches.While he had respected him in the beginning,he respected him even more.For the Deathwatch,they were used to covert ops and close combat. Jager had only recently transferred out from the Commando Officer Cade School.Many of his men had served the Deathwatch for longer than him.

So it was settled.Summed up,they would take out the lights,cripple the airplane,used the darkness to misdirect enemy attention,grab the Princess and drag her out of there and let the Prince follow.Jager was quite sure Suhrid could make it out of there alive.His determination and toughness that he had displayed during his military days was nearly legendary.

While the Prince was at great risk,with the new plan,Jager was sure that most,if not everybody except the enemy would make it out alive.For air support,the had the whole bloody air fleet with the planes on standby,a naval helo on standby just offshore,and 2 battleships.The minute the Princess was out of there as well as all friendlies,the battleships and air fleet would bomb Teundra Beach into oblivion,using Fuel-Air Explosion bombs,napalm,phosphorus and thermite as well as plenty of missiles and gun shells.

Still,he was prepared and cautious.Experience had taught him to expect the unexpected and to be prepared to be surprised.At least this time no possible leak in the Elvandair command knew of their planes.They had maintained radio silence.

The battleships helped by broadcasting over the whole radio spectrum a string of curses and insults directed at the Order Of Drem,distracting them for the time being.He seriously doubted that Drem would dare to attack 2 Ilador-class Battleships.All things considered,that was tantamount to suicide.

Still,very few plans survived first contact with an enemy,and surprises often sprouted up on the battlefield.Only with caution could they be sure of success.

Emperor Elron, here is the informant as I promised you. On your orders where would you like myself and my men to go to next? Do not forget that these men are ruthless and will do anything to get the job done. We will go where no one else is willing to go, and will sacrafice ourselves for the capture of these cowards.

Inside the Drem Compound...

Major Wu watched the terrorists and the "Bodyguards" in perfect stillness.
Some of them were "Glowing", but some weren't.
as the minutes ticked by, he lay under a pile of debris and offal watching the Drems mill about.
This were going to be messy. He could see faint "Flashes" here and there from his hiding place-men who would, most likely, die tonight.
A glowing pair of boots stopped in front of him, and he heard a zipper come open.
The soldier belched, and began urinating.
Damn... I would pick the latrine... Wu thought with distaste.
The dead man's piss landed on his neck, and hands, as the man continued a private conversation with himself in some language Wu had never bothered to learn.
Finally, the zipper closed, and the feet turned, and walked away.
Idiot... I'm glad you're going to die. Wu thought nastily, feeling the enemy soldier's hot cigarette-butt burning his hand, where it landed.

LT Jager hid against the tree branch,his NGV(Night Vision Goggles) allowing him to view the movement of the targets.He zoomed in on the plane where the Princess was being kept,and noticed the shapes of his men stealthily planting some remote bombs in the engines before slinking back into the shadows.They would explode when the engines started up.

He suddenly heard movement and pressed his body against the tree trunk.Just off to his left,one of the Drem members was having fun with another Drem member who happened to be female.They were rolling around in the leaves and mud and their clothes were heaped in a pile to the side.The moans of the two were certainly a plesant distraction from the watch,but they would have to be dealt with.

Signalling his sargeant who was hiding in the tree barely a metre from the couple,the creeped up slowly on the two,their kindjals unsheathed and their hands hovering over their kukris.Reaching them,as humanly quick as possible,he lashed out with his foot and kicked the man and woman in the head at the same time.Punching his free fist into their faces,his sargeant punched the woman unconscious before taping her mouth and tying her hands and legs with duct tape and placing chloroform over her mouth.She would be unconscious for 2 whole hours.

As for the man,Jager jabbed him with his knife in his genitals,drawing blood from a small cut before slashing him across the abdomen and breaking his nose.Covering his mouth with his armoured glove,he trussed up the man with the clothes and shoved his muddied shirt into his mouth.In unison,they dragged the couple into the jungle,towards the helicopter on the beach.

Returning,the cleaned up their traces before going back to their observation posts.Jager doubted they'd be missed.They were only 2 worthless technicians,not vital to the Drem.They were to be kept alive and handed to the Elvandair authorities for aggressie interview by their military,aggressive interview using electricity.

Looking through the scope of his rifle,he noticed that his Deathwatch were picking off personnel that wouldn't be noticed,insignificant members.As they were dragged into the shadows,they were knocked unconscious and tied up before being dragged to the Chinook on the beach.Some of the Kowloon were helping as well.

So far,so good

OOC: sorry people I've been busy. :-( REALLY Busy. :x so I won't be doing any RPing until the weekend, most likely... sorry again. Be patient, the winner will be unveiled very shortly. Plus I want to finish the storyline I had planned.

[OOC: Anyone mind if I join? I don't suppose I'm a little late?]

A loud knock resounds in the entryway to the Elvandarian Royal Palace. A servent opens the door to find a man dressed in a tuxedo, acompanied by a eight brawny men bearing a ten meter tall statue chiseled in jade, made to the likeness of her Highness, Princess Alanthil.

"I don't suppose we're a little late, are we?" asks the tuxedoed man, smiling sheepishly.

He steps forward and hands the servent a letter, which, in brief, expresses the desire of Samuel Ilthain I (the first), the ruler of the Ur-Quan people, to win her Highnesses hand in marrige.

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Meanwhile, Ilthain himself is waiting slightly over half a kilometer away from where he predicts that a battle will be joined shortly (having been delivered near that spot only a short time ago by a very low flying helicopter). Loaded in is much-accesorized snipper rifle is only one bullet, but it is no normal bullet. It is specialy designed to travel at extremely high velocity, while imparting very little force on impact. This bullet is reserved for the Princess Alanthil herself. It is loaded with a tranquilizer that will make the Princess apear dead to any but the best trained eyes, and anyone subjected to the tranquilizer can only be revived with a specific chemical.

It seemed like the perfect plan to Ilthain - The terrorists wouldn't try to kill the princess if she already apeared dead, and when the fight was over, he could walk onto the battlefield, revive the princess, and be the hero of the day.

Of course, he wouldn't mind having to use any of his other amunition on any targets of oportunity that happend to stray into his line of sight...

OOC: sorry people I've been busy. :-( REALLY Busy. :x so I won't be doing any RPing until the weekend, most likely... sorry again. Be patient, the winner will be unveiled very shortly. Plus I want to finish the storyline I had planned.

We'll wait, and BUMP the thread 'till you get back! :D

As Jager scoped out the arena of the coming battle,he received reports over scrambled line narrowband transmission that a low-flying helicopter had been sighted by the combined radars of the Defenders,Skybases and Battleships.A Nephite with active camouflage had been dispacthed to track it and shadow it and had escaped detection from the helicopter.
The chopper had seemingly dropped a single sniper in the hills overlooking the area.

Dispatching a Deathwatch soldier to inform Colonel Chi of this suspicious new person,he and 2 others went to investigate,their kindjals drawn and coated with ash to make sure that they did not glint in the dark.

Fltting among the shadows and keeping out of sight,the creeped up on the unwelcome visitor,who was unaware of their presence.Getting closer to him,Jager had to admire this fellows camouflage.They couldn't see him at all.Then his armoured boot bumped into something,something that felt human.Surprised,he stifled a yell and pounced down on the intruder,before his men jumped on the intruder as well,deftly bundling him up and binding him with tough Kevlar cables.

His mouth covered to prevent noise,Jager looked at the man's dog tag.So this fella's name was Ilthain eh?

"Some pretty fancy hi-tech equipment you got there it seems eh Mr Ilthain.Now,are you one of the Princesse's numerous suitors or are you one of the kidnappers.Give me straight answers and we won't have to resort to violence.What is your purpose here and did you intend to harm any of my allies.Looked to me like it.You flew in here in a helicopter that nearly avoided detection,you got yourself a nice sniping position with a lot of hi-tech gear,especially this sniper rifle,and we weren't informed of your presence.So,are you some Drem assassin or are you an ally who failed to inform us?If you are an ally,we will let you go,but we cannot risk compromising our plans you see.

"Boys,slit his throat if he so much as raises his voice.Wait until Colonel Chi comes by,then we let him decide what to do.He is after all our partner.I want him to be informed of everything that may impede our common aims."

Untying the cloth around the man's mouth,he stoicly endured having his arms and legs tied and his neck in contact with a kukri and kindjal,ready to behead him and pierce his arteries should he give away their position.He knew that in such a situation,it was best to wait until this fiasco could be sorted out.He was certainly no match for a single Ilhami Deathwatch,let alone 3 fanatical,ruthless,intelligent and elite warriors of the Deathwatch.

Ilthain rolls his eyes in what he hopes is a most un-Drem-like fashion, hoping to at least relax his captors at least to the point that they weren't poking him quite so hard with those nasty weapons. Meanwhile, he is thinking that he'll have to have a serious talk with his helicopter pilot.

Bump

after a few minutes...
Chi seemed to materialize nearby, and looked at the man taken prisoner by the Ilhams.
Ilthain could barely see him in the darkness. Chi could see this man almost clearly. He squatted down. " < Ilthain... You've got an interesting dialect, mister Ilhain. I hope you can explain the poison arrow in the gun.>" The more the man spoke, the more another accent leaked in-a deep-southern Asian accent, smacking of Hmong, Khmer, and Montagnard origins blended with Australian/English and a faint reek of American.
The man stiffened, hearing his own dialect spoken by someone in a foreign service.
"<You're from Ur-Quan??>" the stranger asked in a whisper.
Chi shook his head, "<No. I'm a Linguistic Savant. I assume you packed that poison dart for a specific target-now, in about half an hour, I have work in the compound there, so you've got five minutes to explain what you're doing here, and why I shouldn't let the nice men slash your throat and disembowel you. Make it good.>"

"I suggest you answer the Colonel"Jager said in a hissing voice to the captive prisoner in English.Speaking to his men in a mixture of Hindi,English,Hokkien and Malay,he managed to confuse any eavesdropper enough so much so that they would not understand him.

They had found a poison dart in the sniper rifle and were being very careful not to touch it.Who knew what it contained?Still,the prisoner from Ur-Quan was talking to Chi who happened to know the language.He hoped that they would sort it out soon.Perhaps the man might be of use.Certainly,if the poison were non-lethal,or so he claimed,a new addition to the plan might just work.Perhaps the man,if he were a suitor,could shoot the princess with the dart and from then the Drem would assume that she had lost her hostage value.

It just might work.Of course,if he were a prisoner,a quick twist of his neck would settle the matter.

Ilthain cleared his throght:

"That bullet contains an incredibly efficient posion that the Ur-Quan's interigators have begun using on terrorist prisoners," he says, speaking in fluent English, despite the clumsy awkwardness of said launguage, "I have reserved it for the leader of the Drem."

[OOC: I'm not giving away my secret plans that easily.]

"The idea is that if the Drem, commander is screaming in excruciating pain, his troops will be de-moralized. And of course, he won't be able to issue orders to counteract your attack. If I just shot him with a normal bullet, he would be as a martyr to his troops, who would just fight the harder. The poison is indeed no leathal. What use would dead prisoners be to our Interigators after all? However, the man will be.. unpleasently incapacitad for several hours. If that doesn't make my alignment in this conflict clear, I don't know what will"

"As for myself, I am Samuel Ilthain the first, king of the Ur-Quan people. I suges... er... sincerely hope... that you release me, before this unfortunate misunderstanding becomes a diplomatic dissaster."

i am the prince of merkwood my name is Quáid i wish to wed someone of elven birth

Ilthain cleared his throght:

"That dart contains an incredibly efficient posion that the Ur-Quan's interigators have begun using on terrorist prisoners," he says, speaking in fluent English, despite the clumsy awkwardness of said launguage, "I have reserved it for the leader of the Drem."

[OOC: I'm not giving away my secret plans that easily.]

"The idea is that if the Drem, commander is screaming in excruciating pain, his troops will be de-moralized. And of course, he won't be able to issue orders to counteract your attack. If I just shot him with a normal bullet, he would be as a martyr to his troops, who would just fight the harder. The poison is indeed no leathal. What use would dead prisoners be to our Interigators after all? However, the man will be.. unpleasently incapacitad for several hours. If that doesn't make my alignment in this conflict clear, I don't know what will"

"As for myself, I am Samuel Ilthain the first, king of the Ur-Quan people. I suges... er... sincerely hope... that you release me, before this unfortunate misunderstanding becomes a diplomatic dissaster."

Chi rolled his eyes-a gesture it was fortunately too dark for the Ur-Quan king to see him do. "Okay, I have a crown prince, a King, and Buddha only knows what else lurking out here... I presume you brought your own army, with your own plan for getting the young lady out?"
The Ur-Quan greeted this with silence. Chi sighed. "Fine, listen-right now, I have two foreign royals to rescue, and you would've just made it three. I do this sort of thing for a living, if you've brought Pros with you, we can sure use the help. If you decided to come in cowboy, like a Yank or a Euro, You can go sit with the Helos until we're done, 'cause I have enough head-pain just getting two out... unless you can play on a team. We have about twenty minutes left before the fecal matter impacts the rotary air-motion device..."
The King frowned at this. "You impugn my honour sir." he said.
Chi shrugged, "No, I don't-you're probably a good king, and a good leader- but I have two important people to get out alive, and fifteen minutes left, there's sixty good men down here and one man doesn't go on cue they're dead... so, no random factors. I'll write you up as giving good advice, and being smart enough to hang with the getaway team, instead of risking your national security by going in without enough support."

LT Jager looked at the Ur Quan King in wonder.He had come in alone?What kind of fool was he?In these operations,you could not just come in like some Rambo and expect to win.That only happened in the movies or fiction.

This was probably his 20th major hostage rescue,though Chi probably had done more than this.Still,he was quite sure the Prince was able to look after himself.He was an expert fighter and indeed,he had undergone special forces training,and was quite good,though not the top of his class.

Looking at the King,we chose to be a bit more respectful,defering slightly.This newcomer was still an unknown element and caution was needed.He did not need to have this apparent ally come and in "cock up the mission",as the local term back home went.


"Ok Ilthain,sir,please take up a position in support behind the Nuevo Kowloon and Ilhami Deathwatch warriors.I apologise for the harsh treatment but you know the situation.We cannot allow an unknown element such as you to affect our plans.Feel free to snipe people at the outskirts of the area when combat starts,but you had best stay back.And this poison bullet,well,to be on the safe side,we are giving it to Colonel Chi to keep.The Drem,seeing their commander scream in pain,wil only become fiercer and more determined.We have dealt with fanatics before and this is the case.Either in pain or in death,they are martyrs.You seem to be lacking in experience in these matters.Stay near the Helo and don't try heroics.A single Rambo like you could screw up the whole plan.So stay put and provide backup.We can't risk having VIP like you dead.Too much paperwork."

As he turned to his colleague Chi, Jager said a few words:"Don't worry too much about the Prince.He is a tough fellow and should be able to get out.He will know what to do.I have faith in him.I have seen him in action and trust me,he is indeed a warrior,in spirit,mind and body.He knows the risk and gladly took them on.Do not worry over much about him.Leave us to worry.You just concentrate on the primary and most important target,the Princess.As the Prince said,he is expendable,the Princess however is the most important.He will value her protection over his life.Trust in him,yourself and us."

"If you will pardon my interuption." said Ilthain, once again speaking in English, "I believe your decision regarding me is of doubtful merit."

"I will admit that the Ur-Quan is... inexperianced... at handling hostage situations. However, your notion that I am some "rambo" is far from true. The Ur-Quan Intelligence intercepted several radio transmisions from this zone, and although they have thus far failed to decode them, I thought that they were obviously indicative of some form of military action, when given the fact that the Princess is being held in this area."

"I figured that it was too late to contact your forces to have you rearange your plans to include any sizable force from the Ur-Quan Special Forces, so I decided that a small team would achieve the best results. Perhaps even a one man team."

"I chose myself for that team. I decided that rather than joining up with your forces, I could act seperately, though basing my actions on your attack."

"I'm not exactly placing my life in danger either. You'll note the silencer on that rifle, my excellent camoflauge, and the significant range to the enemy. About 700 meters by my estimation, and I don't intend to get any closer. And anyway, I am willing to take whatever minimal risk that I am taking in this operation. After all, the Buddha does tell us that life is suffering, as you well know. If suffering is inevitable, why not at least risk suffering for a good cause?"

[OOC: Yea... I know thats taken a bit out of context...]

"And finaly, I hope that you will reconsider the confiscation of Ur-Quan property (namely, my poison bullet), lest I be obliged to take legal action against you (after this incedent of course). And by that of course, I mean that I'll sue you for every penny I can get."

"Oh, and now that I have made contact with your forces, would anyone mind letting me in on the plan?"

"If you will pardon my interuption." said Ilthain, once again speaking in English, "I believe your decision regarding me is of doubtful merit."

"I will admit that the Ur-Quan is... inexperianced... at handling hostage situations. However, your notion that I am some "rambo" is far from true. The Ur-Quan Intelligence intercepted several radio transmisions from this zone, and although they have thus far failed to decode them, I thought that they were obviously indicative of some form of military action, when given the fact that the Princess is being held in this area."

"I figured that it was too late to contact your forces to have you rearange your plans to include any sizable force from the Ur-Quan Special Forces, so I decided that a small team would achieve the best results. Perhaps even a one man team."

"I chose myself for that team. I decided that rather than joining up with your forces, I could act seperately, though basing my actions on your attack."

"I'm not exactly placing my life in danger either. You'll note the silencer on that rifle, my excellent camoflauge, and the significant range to the enemy. About 700 meters by my estimation, and I don't intend to get any closer. And anyway, I am willing to take whatever minimal risk that I am taking in this operation. After all, the Buddha does tell us that life is suffering, as you well know. If suffering is inevitable, why not at least risk suffering for a good cause?"

[OOC: Yea... I know thats taken a bit out of context...]

"And finaly, I hope that you will reconsider the confiscation of Ur-Quan property (namely, my poison bullet), lest I be obliged to take legal action against you (after this incedent of course). And by that of course, I mean that I'll sue you for every penny I can get."

"Oh, and now that I have made contact with your forces, would anyone mind letting me in on the plan?"

Chi sighed, looked at the King, and said, "a Lawsuit would be...interesting. I make about Fourteen Thousand a year as a Colonel, which is damned good money in my part of the world, but... based on what I saw in a corner grocer's in Phyrric last year, it's peanuts to you guys. I think your Lawyer's suit would cost more than anything you can get out of me-don't know about the Ell-Tee here..." Jager looked surprised a the Nuevo Kowloonese answer, but remained quiet. "Therefore, I don't figure your suit will net you much, so I'll be holding onto your dart until after our business here is complete. You're junior man here, so I'll give you props for nerve- You sit overwatch on this hill here..." he circled a small hillock between the landing zone, and the Drem encampment, "and you watch, set your radio to 16, and keep the volume Way down- if we need you to start shooting people, you'll know it. I'll partner you with Warrant Officer Cho-You do what she says, if you want in. otherwise, you just go on past the hill, and get into the chopper and wait. You want in my op, that's the price of admission."

Lieutenant Jager just stared at Ilthain.Was he serious?Talking about a lawsuit and petty money on the eve of an operation like this?He was indeed a fool.LT Jager chose not to voice his thoughts.He doubted that much would be gotten out of him,simply because the man had no case,and no evidence.This was a military op and civilian law did not apply.He had a Law Degree after all,before he joined the Deathwatch.

He had a pretty decent salary.$20 000 a year,with his own apartment rented from Ilham GIC(Government Investment Corporation).

He liked the tact that Colonel Chi took with this foolish newcomer.A single man rescue team?In your dreams.With that kind of thing,it took great planning,skill and luck.

Sheathing his knives,he went back to his post.The only thing that he did not like about the Colonel's conversation was his stating that this was his mission.He kept his peace though.More important things to worry about.He was a partner to the Kowloon troops,not a subordinate commander.

Clutching his rifle,he loaded a clip filled with standard hollowpoint rounds.It was getting near rock and rool time.Still,at least this unknown element in the Ilthain was dealt with.Hopefully no more snags or "Rambos" would ruin it.

Offshore,the battleships readied their guns and the Sky Fleet readied their weapons.

[ooc] Chi's move with the King probably needs explanation. By placing him with one of the snipers, more targets can be addressed at a single time. Second, based on Jager's previous statments(the bullet's location, calling him over to deal with the Prisoner...), Colonel Nguyen was placed under the impression that the Lt. was, in fact, trying to prevent yet another commander from joining the partnership-too many CO's and you don't have a mission, you've got a meeting.

Also, with Regular Troops, Colonels tend to out-rank Leutenants, and with what both had determined was a newcomer, closing visible ranks and establishing an "Alpha" role, (even if it was only for the duration of the conversation), the chances that the man would, in fact, follow directions went up. If the King had shown up with twelve SF guys, Chi would have deferred to Jager more visibly, and not assumed a "Public Role" in the way he did.

Ilthain laughs.

"You don't understand. The point of suing you wouldn't be for me to get money, but for you to lose it. However, if you are unwilling to accept reason, then we will have to... deal with that at another time."

His face suddenly straigtens into a slight frown.

"I am willing to place myself under your command, despite myself ranking as Grand General, any you only holding the ranks of Colnel and Lieutenant. However, I advise against placing myself in between your forces and the helicoptors. From that possition, I would have the same line of fire as would your troops. "

[OOC: Sorry if I'm visualising this wrong. It would be easier if we had a real map.]

"I reccomend that instead of that, you relocate uhh.. Warrant Officer Cho to this position. Because this position is perpendiculair to your line of attack, we would have a perfect line of fire to enemys hiding behind cover from your main force. Never underestimate the value of a good sniper with a good line of fire."

"And if it apears that our position has been jeprodised(sp), my helocopter is less than two minutes away, and it can evacuate both your Warrant Officer, and me. And let me stress one more time that I am not recommending a "Rambo" style operation. I would be greatly surprised if any of the enemy weapons even have a range of 700 meters. And I don't intend to get any closer. I hope you will consider this suggestion, but other than that, I am yours to command."

Ilthain laughs.

"You don't understand. The point of suing you wouldn't be for me to get money, but for you to lose it. However, if you are unwilling to accept reason, then we will have to... deal with that at another time."

His face suddenly straigtens into a slight frown.

"I am willing to place myself under your command, despite myself ranking as Grand General, any you only holding the ranks of Colnel and Lieutenant. However, I advise against placing myself in between your forces and the helicoptors. From that possition, I would have the same line of fire as would your troops. "

[OOC: Sorry if I'm visualising this wrong. It would be easier if we had a real map.]

"I reccomend that instead of that, you relocate uhh.. Warrant Officer Cho to this position. Because this position is perpendiculair to your line of attack, we would have a perfect line of fire to enemys hiding behind cover from your main force. Never underestimate the value of a good sniper with a good line of fire."

"And if it apears that our position has been jeprodised(sp), my helocopter is less than two minutes away, and it can evacuate both your Warrant Officer, and me. And let me stress one more time that I am not recommending a "Rambo" style operation. I would be greatly surprised if any of the enemy weapons even have a range of 700 meters. And I don't intend to get any closer. I hope you will consider this suggestion, but other than that, I am yours to command."

Chi shrugged, and raised his right hand-once.
A figure seemed to materialize less than three feet from the two men.
"Cho, lead the 'Grand General' here up to his position, and get ready." Chi said in Vietnamese.
Ilthain could see plainly that the woman wasn't wearing or carrying NVG's, and, given the lack of light, that her rifle(an archaic looking turnbolt model) was scoped with a simple, fixed-power, optical lens type scope-no Night Vision system there either-although it had a fairly elaborate flash-suppressor.
"<Okay, You stick close, do what you told, we go home on feet, not in nylon bags, savvy Gee-Eye?>" her English was atrociously accented, she also pointed at his LCE- "<Keep the blinder-light off, Stars perfectly good, an' we don' wan' be give ourselfs away.>" She turned and started moving without looking back.
She led him not up onto the hillock that Chi had indicated, but very close to the position Ilthain himself had suggested. "<You stick here, keep radio quiet, watch for signal, you see me do this->" she raised her right hand with two fingers open, and gestured, "<-you get watchin' where I point. Number of fingers means number of target. First Target Easy, bright lights, near front of building. After that, we shoot baddies, but you wait for me to give you signal, before you shoot first shot. Savvy?>"
He nodded, and estimated the range to the first "easy" target.
It was Nine-Hundered yards away.
She watched him calculate the range, and nodded, "<I be right over-there, keep quiet and wait, find good spot near here, watch for me. watch for signal.>" Cho repeated herself, and then, she slipped away from him-vanishing into the tall swamp-grass.

[OOC: Could someone provide a rough description of the area? I'm kind of confused. Ilthain and Cho are on a perpendicular vector from the enemy camp relative to the main force. The enemy camp is 700-900 meters away (presumably it is 200+ meters across). How dense is the enemy camp? i.e. do we have a rough enemy troop count? (I assume we have some inteligence on this) Where is the princess being held (still in the plane?)? Also, are we on a beach, or on a swamp? Or perhaps a beach bordered by a swamp? Maybe a swampy beach (;)) I remember something about a beach, but now I see swamp grass...? Finaly, what timeframe do we have before this operation begins? Please don't start the battle without me... Ilthain has some other things to do, but I need to have the situation clarified first.]

[OOC: Could someone provide a rough description of the area? I'm kind of confused. Ilthain and Cho are on a perpendicular vector from the enemy camp relative to the main force. The enemy camp is 700-900 meters away (presumably it is 200+ meters across). How dense is the enemy camp? i.e. do we have a rough enemy troop count? (I assume we have some inteligence on this) Where is the princess being held (still in the plane?)? Also, are we on a beach, or on a swamp? Or perhaps a beach bordered by a swamp? Maybe a swampy beach (;)) I remember something about a beach, but now I see swamp grass...? Finaly, what timeframe do we have before this operation begins? Please don't start the battle without me... Ilthain has some other things to do, but I need to have the situation clarified first.]

Check your telegrams.

OOC: I hope it’s proper RP etiquette to be able to use another person’s character momentarily. I’m still pretty new at this.

The Ilham Prince seemed a bit uncomfortable in his RetCam suit. He arrives at the beach with some of Elvandair's security, waiting for the Princess' kidnappers to land. Then, off in the distance, the noise of an approaching Airliner makes everyone focus on the plan. The Ilham Prince blinked hard to activate the disguise. Through his visor he saw static and upon looking at his suit he saw crackles of electricity. Then everything cleared up. He was now under a halographic disguise of Hendridge.

The airliner got closer and closer.

“I sure hopes this works,” the Prince prayed under his breath.

The Airliner would be descending promptly. The Prince thought he saw Alanthil in one of the windows, but he figured it was just his mind playing tricks on him.

The plane descended and landed smoothly outside the hangar. It then wheeled at a slow pace into the hangar itself. Military all around the area reacted to this oddly because of its inherent danger, but they new to remain calm, the Princess’ life was too crucial for their plan to simply kill her. Three Drem members, the 2 that posed as Guardsmen and the pilot, exited the hangar with Alanthil, her hands bound behind her back. They motioned towards the Prince, who stood as coolly as he could, as he prepared to make the switch, and the Elvandair Officer who kept the Prince at his side, adding to the effect of a real criminal trade off.


Meanwhile, back at Elvandair Intelligence HQ, the Monarch dashes to the interrogation room where a Drem member, who has grown tired of his criminal life, desires to give information to Elvandair.

“How did the Rough Ryders find him?” asked the Monarch to his advisors as they both hurried to the interrogation room.

“They raided a small apartment building in New Grundeg where they had previously seen Drem activity. They were lucky this time. He was found in his apartment, strung out on opiates along with 3 other unidentified members. The others managed to escape, while he didn’t” replied the advisor.

“He’s willing to give up information?”

“Yes, I don’t know if it’s the drugs or the constant running from the police or a possible combination of both, but for some reason he doesn’t want to continue living his present life.”

*They reached the interrogation room*
*The Everent stares at the scrawny Drem member; he had a look in his eyes reminiscent of deer in headlights.*

The Drem spoke first. “Your Hiness! Tell these men to send a sniper to Cape Wendell! You know! The small peninsula a mile from Treunda Beach! It’s your only hope! I know the plan! It’s not what you think it is…It’s not! I use’ta be part of the Drem but I can’t take it no more! I only got in it because some of my friends were making good money selling drugs for them, so I thought it was a good idea too! I neva meant to stay as long as I did. The money was just coming in and in so –“

“WAIT!” yelled the Everant. “I’m trying to make sense of this. Why do we need a sniper at Cape Wendell?”

“The plan!! It’s not to get Hendridge at all! I mean it was before, but then Sem had a great Idea to change it around a bit, and everyone thought it was a great Idea. So we took years to set it up and make sure it was all set before we could execu—“

“STOP! Speak coherently, or we will shoot you with a sedative!” proclaimed the advisor.

*Deep breath*
“Ok… You need a sniper at Cape Wendell because part of the plan is to fly there. If you have someone stationed there you have a chance at seeing Alanthil again. Please take my word for it. You need someone to get there now, you only have about… 12 minutes for someone to get there, please! Take my word for it. Get someone in the Lighthouse on the point, specifically. Not really a sniper, but more like a hidden guy with an anti-aircraft weapon. I’ll explain it all after you get someone there.” He pleaded.

Everent nodded, and signaled for the word to be passed, ANYONE who was near, and reasonably equipped with anti-aircraft weaponry, was to discretely make haste to the sole lighthouse on Cape Wendell

“Ok,” said Everent, “Now what are we to do? Why have I potentially put one of my ally’s best snipers in jeopardy?”

“It’s too late to stop the plan’s progress now; the stuff on the beach is GOING to happen… But with this sniper, there’s a way to end the plan for your side. I’m gonna tell you something very important. There is a traitor in your government, your Hiness, and if it weren’t for him, this plan wouldn’t be in effect now.”


Treunda Beach

“Hendridge… it’s good to see you,” said the “pilot.”

“And you,” responded the Prince.

“Well, thank you Officer for keeping our leader in good hands. I’m sure this will open a nice, fresh spot for another criminal to take Hendridge’s place back in prison.”

“There’s plenty of room for all of your high ranking officials. And if we DO run out of room, they rest of you will be put to death for war crimes, I’m sure,” replied the intolerant Officer.

“Well, not today at least. I’m sure you’ll be wanting your princess back.” Said the pilot, remaining calm and pushing forth the Princess, who was previously held behind him by the two other Drem members. “But before we do, Hendridge, I have something for you,” he said as he motioned towards his pocket.

“Watch it…” said the Officer, knowing that there were countless snipers keeping a watchful eye.

“No, don’t worry, it isn’t a weapon, I just have to show him this…” And then what happened next went all according to plan.


HQ

“A traitor? Who?! How?!” Everent demanded.

“It was because of our connections with him why we put this whole plan into effect. See, because of him we fount out about the RetCam technology. We knew that if we could somehow get our hands on it, copy it’s technology, and forge our own version of it, we could be an unstoppable army. An army camouflaged to look and seem as anyone. An army with infinite hiding potential for future ambushes on government officials. With the RetCam, we could be that much better.

“What we found out howeva, was that the RetCam would NEVER be taken out of it’s box in the secret place it’s kept, no doubt somewhere in the Elvandair Capitol. So how do we got a frugal, cautious nation to release one of its secret weapons?”

“With a national crisis… oh my God….” said Everent awestruck.

“Yes. So we planned to infiltrate the Elvandair Security Force, kidnap the Princess and steal the technology.”

Everent thinking… “But in order to steal the RetCam you’d…”

“—have to take the person wearing it? Well yeah, we kidnapped one person, we could kidnap another. Plus it adds as another hostage, therefore, more security…”

“No…..” Everent said, the disbelief apparently taking hold of him. “Who could have done this?! Who could have aided in this terror?! Who’s guilty of treason?!” he demanded.

“I’m sorry to say your Hiness, it’s your Head General.”

“NEFTER!!!”
*Everent shot up and burst out the doors of the interrogation room. He grabbed his cellular phone and dialed the head of his communications team to get out the word. He called security to seek out Nefter and have him arrested. But most importantly he dialed the head of the operation at Treunda Beach. But he knew in his heart it was too late…”


Treunda

FLASH! A blinding light in the Prince’s eyes. He squinted to shield himself, and in doing so turned off his technological guise. The hard blink deactivated the suit, and the Prince of Ilham was shown for who he was.

Meanwhile, happening almost exactly at the same time, at good distance away, a Drem in hiding had seen the blaze of the Flash grenade through his binoculars and pressed the button he was told to press. A button activating a series of 66 remote controlled landmines that all exploded at once, causing an awful echoing, bellow throughout the beach. The explosions had not injured any (but they did destroy a military jeep parked on the beach, which shouldn’t have been, 80 yards to the right of the gathering area.) All of the mines were placed on the wide expanse of the beach, to the left and to the right of the gathering area meant for the trade off.

BOOOOOOOM!!!!! The sound was deafening. For a split second every, guard, officer, general, intelligence man and most importantly, sniper in the area was taken off their guard. Sand flew up in the air, clouding the beach with a granular mist. This gave the Drem the time they needed to abduct the Prince, who, taken off of his guard, was also shocked with a stun gun, and the Princess. They ran with their captives into the hangar, and into the other aircraft that was stored in the hangar: the helicopter. The helicopter flew away, the other military men dared not fire upon it, for the Princess and Prince were aboard it.

A call was made from satellite phone to Everent:

*Everent picks up*
He wisely portrays himself as the panicky man they expect him to be, because he knows this will end when they reach Cape Wendell.

“What have you done?! You’ve gone back on your word!” he yells into the phone.

“Not to worry, Monarch, we just had a… change of plans, now. They will be dropped off at our last stop, you can pick them up after we leave. We will kindly return the Prince and your Princess when we reach Cape Wendell. You know where that is correct? Just 1 mile away from Treunda Beach?”

Everent concealed a laugh.
“Oh yes…. I KNOW where it is alright…”

“Good. You see Everent everything is working out. Our plan is FLAWLESS. We got what we really wanted, the RetCam. We could care less about our former leader Hendridge; Sem has proved himself a better leader. This just proves our dominance. The Drem IS THE FUTURE. We’ll get to the Cape, drop the two off, and be on our merry way, scot-free!” the Drem was filled with delight. He almost sounded giddy.

Everent, for added effect, pressed on with his act.
“We will get you… even after you fly away from the Cape. We will hunt you down.”

“I highly doubt that. The Drem exists in many factions, and now with this technology, we can stop with our petty charades and finally put our MASTER plan into effect. Haha! We will show the world our influence and our power! Good day to you Monarch! Happy Travels!” *Click*

The conversation ended. Everent felt satisfied with his act. His men had found Nefter in the HQ and had him arrested. The tipster was to be punished not so severely, for his information had potentially saved his daughter.

Potentially? No Everent. Think positively. We have a man in that lighthouse, and he WILL take that chopper down before they even think about escaping. There will be NO celebration for the Drem today!

OOC: Who will be the lighthouse savior?

[ooc] YAAAAY!!!! only a mile, and with plenty of time (and an environment where heavy weapons weren't a good idea...)


[i]at the ambush...

Chi grimaced and cursed, then rallied his troops. Wu came out of hiding first, as the helo receded. "Sir- they're headed for the lighthouse." the night-man said.
Chi nodded, "One mile south, right?"
Wu nodded. Chi signalled a 'Rally', "Okay, you overheard 'em or something?" he asked the Major.
"Yeah-mouthy bastards..."
Chi smiled. "You realize, don't you, that that Lighthouse is where you sent Diem and his fireteam..."
Wu nodded. "I do-it was the best point for a radioman, and we didn't need the fifty-cal here."
Chi nodded, and switched on his field-phone. "Diem, you've got inbounds, the 'copter needs to come down and stay down, dig?"
"Roger that sir... will we be getting friendly assistance, over?"
"Affirmative, we'll be a few minutes running... I think you oughta thank Leutenant Jager for his suggestion when we get there, over." Chi said, as Major Wu (smelling of sewage and all) gathered the other members of the team and briefed them in. This wasn't going to be a "Clean" op after all.

At the lighthouse...

Corporal Diem hefted the fifty into place as the helo came in. Inside the building, the previous residents were...sleeping, yeah, sleeping... the way you sleep with the fishes.
The two Radiomen detailed to the unit were keying commo between that position, and the Ilham ships.
Diem's huge hands- the result of a genetic disorder that was cutting years from his life even as his body continued to grow, deftly handled the ammo into position and checked the sight for the thousandth time, as the helo drew into "Ideal Range".
This would be "Singles" firing- he had to be precise to ensure the helo went to ground without killing the passengers or the crew-but it had to go down.
Calculating moving targets is something an artist does-and despite his size, and the pretend-dimwit facade he used, Corporal Diem was an absolute artist.
[ooc]Edited.

Ilthain watched the events unfolding.

"Arghh... Cho, come here quick. I think I'm hurt." he said, his voice filled with pain, only a moment after the bright flash of light.

Cho momentarily apeared out of the swamp grass, still squinting from the extreme glare that had hurt her sensative eyes.

"I'm sorry." said Ilthain in his normal voice, pointing a pistol at her, "The plan has changed." Ilthain knew that Cho wouldn't fire on a friendly, even if she could get her rifle to bear in time.

Ilthain swithched his radio to a double encoded frequency.

"Black 1, the plan has changed. We have what apears to be a double hosage situation. The Drem are attempting to evacuate the hostages, but a man is stationed in a lighthouse along thier rout, and he's going to take them down. I want to get to that area. Fast."

"Oh, and call in a tactical airstrike on this hangar. I'll confirm it in a few minutes."

Almost by the time he was done speaking, a muffled wirr had begun, and soon a black helicopter was just barely visible against the night sky.

"You making a mistake here." said Cho, "Colnel Chi will give orders when to move."

"You know, I am a grand general." replied Ilthain. "You may remain in this position if you wish however."

Ilthain steped up onto the helocopter.

"Colnel Chi will be told of this!" shouted Cho.

"Good luck officer. Now, pilot, gimme some more of those new bullets, and take us to near the lighthouse."

The black helocopter sped rapidly toward the lighthouse.

Far more rapidly than the Drem helicopter, which had just closed into the range of Corporal Diem when Black 1 arived.

The Corporals aim was a thing of beauty. Three quick flashes and the Drem helicopter began to pivot slightly sideways, and slowly begin to loose alttude.

"Lietanant," said Ilthain, loading three of the Tranquilizer bullets into the clip of his heavily modified MSG-90, "Arpoximate the helicoptors crash landing location. I want you in an extremely stable hover a few hundred meters from said location."

[OOC: Thanks for the clarifying telegram Nuevo Kowloon. In case someone else writes the part with the crash (quite likely), Ilthains idea is to tranqualize both the Princess and the Prince within moments of the crash landing, making it look as if they died in the crash (It seems a bit far fetched, but a few hundred meters is an easy shot with an MSG-90, and the helicoptor has a good pilot. Ilthain takes quite a bit of pride in his sniping skills, a hobby of his it to shoot targets while in moving helocoptors, and although he isn't very good at that, he is still capable of shots like this)]

The emperor had been monitoring the transmissions for a while now. He hand acquired an ghillie suit and an anti-vehicle rifle and postioned himself in to an shooting sector just right of the lighthouse. He might be able to cover some ground from there. He had noticed the Nuevo Kowloonise special forces occupying it and decided that it was best to remain unnoticed. A burst transmission was sent to all allied commanders while he remained hidden. Being a former SpecOps general had it's advantages.


OOC: That has been executed after hearing the transmission from Elvandair. Hector had been insulted by the terrorists, they did not show him proper respect by kidnapping the princess while in his company. Now they would pay. Only modern gear so he can be spotted althought he is an trained sniper and has years of experience. (Old mind in young clone-body.)

Ilthain watched the events unfolding.

"Arghh... Cho, come here quick. I think I'm hurt." he said, his voice filled with pain.

Cho momentarily apeared out of the swamp grass.

"I'm sorry." said Ilthain in his normal voice, pointing a pistol at her, "The plan has changed." Ilthain knew that Cho wouldn't fire on a friendly, even if she could get her rifle to bear in time.

Ilthain swithched his radio to a double encoded frequency.

"Black 1, the plan has changed. We have what apears to be a double hosage situation. The Drem are attempting to evacuate the hostages, but a man is stationed in a lighthouse along thier rout, and he's going to take them down. I want to get to that area. Fast."

"Oh, and call in a tactical airstrike on this hangar. I'll confirm it in a few minutes."

Almost by the time he was done speaking, a muffled wirr had begun, and soon a black helicopter was just barely visible against the night sky.

"You making a mistake here." said Cho, "Colnel Chi will give orders when to move."

"You know, I am a grand general." replied Ilthain. "You may remain in this position if you wish however."

Ilthain steped up onto the helocopter.

"Colnel Chi will be told of this!" shouted Cho.

"Good luck officer. Now, pilot, gimme some more of those new bullets, and take us to near the lighthouse."

The black helocopter sped rapidly toward the lighthouse.

Far more rapidly than the Drem helicopter, which had just closed into the range of Corporal Diem when Black 1 arived.

The Corporals aim was a thing of beauty. One flash and the helicopter began to pivot slightly sideways, and slowly begin to loose alttude.

"Lietanant," said Ilthain, loading three of the Tranquilizer bullets into the clip of his heavily modified MSG-90, "Arpoximate the helicoptors crash landing location. I want you in an extremely stable hover a few hundred meters from said location."

[OOC: Thanks for the clarifying telegram Nuevo Kowloon. In case someone else writes the part with the crash (quite likely), Ilthains idea is to tranqualize both the Princess and the Prince within moments of the crash landing, making it look as if they died in the crash (It seems a bit far fetched, but a few hundred meters is an easy shot with an MSG-90, and the helicoptor has a good pilot. Ilthain takes quite a bit of pride in his sniping skills, a hobby of his it to shoot targets while in moving helocoptors, and although he isn't very good at that, he is still capable of shots like this)]

Corporal Cho blinked the afterimage of the flash from her eyes while Ilthain was speaking to her. She tried to plead with him to wait for the rest of the team-to wait and make sure that Diem knew he was coming-but the best she could get out was a pitiful sentence in english.
DAMMIT!! she more-heard-than-saw him depart on the helo.
The Warrant officer heard the Major's orders on her earpiece, and turned southward. As she did so, she keyed the mic, and reported in.
"Grand General Ilthain is preceeding the rest of the team-he chose not to wait or coordinate, Diem needs to know that the black helo is not a target, over." she said.
Colonel Nguyen's voice replied, she could pick up the sound of running over the connection, "Roger that, he's monitoring the group freqs. How're your eyes, Over?"
the world was returning to normal as she walked. "The flash wasn't too bad, I'll be fit by the time you get there, sir, over."
(Boom-Boom-Boom) She counted three shots from the direction of the Lighthouse, and started running.
I hope so...

The lighthouse
Diem spotted the second helo, and immediately drew a bead on it-just as the radioset crackled with WO Cho's voice.
It's not a good idea to distract a man when he's concentrating.
Boom!
the fourth shot-meant to ground the black helo, went wide, sparking off a rotor-blade-but saving everyone the problems involved in dealing with friendly fire.
"Aww-shit..." Diem muttered. Cowboys... he swung the muzzle down at the primary target, and waited.

[OOC: Hold on a second... I'm confused again...

In my post: Ilthain saw the helo with the two hostages take off, then called his own helo (Black 1). He almost caught up to the Hostage holding helo when Diem shot it, damaging it's blades ("the helicopter began to pivot slightly sideways, and slowly begin to loose alttude").

Nuevo Kowloon - I kind of lost you... What is the light that blinded Cho?

Were those three shots at me? And I thought Diem had already disabled the primary target.

Oh, and apologys if I RP'd Cho wrong... I can edit my post if you wish.]

Nuevo Kowloon - I kind of lost you... What is the light that blinded Cho?

I believe it was the Flash Grenade, correct?

[OOC:"Treunda

FLASH! A blinding light in the Prince’s eyes. He squinted to shield himself, and in doing so turned off his technological guise. The hard blink deactivated the suit, and the Prince of Ilham was shown for who he was."

Oh. Oops. I should have made that connection. Let me edit my post just a bit...

My other question still stands unanswered...]

In the flash that had blinded everybody just moments before,the Deathwatch were least affected due to their helmet visual filters.But even then,their filtters were nearly overloaded.As LT Jager overheard the various reports that the Crown Prince had been kidnapped along with the Princess,he realised that the mission parameters had now changed.He wired report to his boys,Corax and Corav,twin brothers ,his men whom he had posted to the lighthouse,of the change in situation.He hurriedly sent a notification of the situation to the Battleships,who relayed it on priority channels to Ilham.

The Battleships began to accelerate at full power towards the lighthouse,overloading their reactors,pushing them to critical limits.Even in the shallows,their immense armour would protect them,allowing them to breach the rocks with only moderate damage.

Meanwhile,the Air Fleet turned around and began a full chase of the helicopter,unleashing all their planes,with the Defenders and fighters pushing ahead.

As news of the kidnapping reached Ilham High Command,the reaction of the Ilham-Janthrils,the Deathwatch Regiment and the Ilham Armed Forces was to say the least,extremely angry(which was an understatement).To put it simply,the Drem as an organisation had signed their death warrant.
Within the Palace,the Deathwatch was told to prepare for a covert delivery of a thermonuclar warhead to a Drem city.

[The Lighthouse]
Corax and Corav watched as the large Kowloonese trooper brought down the helicopter.As they watched the helicopter go down,they feared for the lives of the Princess and all on board except the Prince.As well,they feared for themselves.Executing lithe jumps,the leapt down the stairs and loped through the foilage to the crash site as smoke rose from the ruins.And then they got reports of a rogue ally on the way,a sniper.Cradling their rifles and kukris,they slipped into the shadows of the jungle,like ghosts in the dark.

[The Beach]
As Jager overheard that the rogue ally Ilthain had defied Colonel Chi's orders and had gone renegade,he felt his initial misgivings well placed.Never again would he trust such a fool.And the rage and worry that all of them felt for the Prince began to boil over,their tempers rising with each breath as they ran through the jungles at high speed,in pursuit of the rogue and heading for the crash site.It was all the junior commander of the Deathwatch could do to suppress his bloodrage as he loped along the jungle floor.He definitely did not believe that the Prince would suppress the bloodrage himself.He had been under unconscious stress for so long as the rescue of the Princess had proceeded that he could have gone berserk within the helicopter.

It was at this moment that the bloodrage,the gift and curse of all Deathwatch,took over 12 men of his 20 man team.The bloodrage suffered by them was a berserker rage that lasted for 30 minutes,during which time adrenal glands implanted in their brains begin to pump out stimulants and adrenaline that increased reaction time and aggression,removing all inhibitions and keeping the Deathwatch soldier barely in control of his actions.It was triggered only under incredible emotional and mental stress and tended to increase the speed,aggression and strength of the victim,with an increaseof up to 25% in muscle mass.While they remained cognizant under this strain,it took all control to stop from ripping apart everything in sight.

Within their armour,their muscle fibers,already thick and numerous from chemical treatment and excercise began to increase in mass,their glands pumping out hundreds of chemical stimulants and adrenaline into their bloodstream.Their mouths and eyes bled blood as their irises turned a bloddy red that reflected the moonlight.Their canines began to jut out,sharpened and gleaming with titanium points.Twisted into a snarl of rage,the Deathwatch troops raced ahead of their non-berserk comrades,slamming through the jungle at incredible speeds,leaving a path in their wake as they raced to the rescure of their Prince.

Jager let them do as they will,barking out orders for them to remember,before turning to his Deathwatch and signalling to change paths.They would go after the rogue,and when they found him,there would be a reckoning,with Colonel Chi of course,though Jager would have preferred to kill him.But he was a King,and royalty had to be kept alive,even if they were rogues.Blending into the shoulder with their darkened Kevlar cloaks,they were as a force of nature,their only presence the slight air pressure of their movement.

[Within the helicopter]
The Prince looked for the first time on the Princess Alanthil,and he knew,from that moment,that he was in love.This woman whom he had risked so much for before even meeting her was more beautiful in person,looking regal even though one eye was bruised and her lip cut due to her manhandling as they had pushed her into the helicopter.She looked at him,a deep feeling within her eyes that caught him off guard.A look that pleaded for help.

Making a decision that could cost him the hand of the Princess in the end,revealing his darker side,the genetic curse that plagued his male line and was used in engineering the Deathwatch who were more or less made distant cousins by this genetic implant,he unleashed his raw emotions,abandoning all control,all restraint.Handcuffed and foot cuffed as he was,bruised though he was by the punch to his abdomen and face,with cuts across his neck inflicted by their rough treatment of him,he was still an Ilham-Janthril,royal warrior and berserker incarnate.With a roar that shocked the Princess and his captors,he burst in bonds in a display of superior human strength,his skin bleeding as it cut deep into his flesh.Within him,the biochemical changes were already occuring.Muscle mass increasing,his eyes glowing red in the light of the helicopter,his canines jutting out,he looked as a god of war,or a daemon of the deepest Hell.With a backhanded swipe,he snapped the neck of his nearest captor,before they piled on him,the 4 remaining men.It dissolved into a melee,with kicks,bites,punches,strikes,head butts and clawing.Rising out of the melee,lifting up all the men,he looked upon the Princess before falling back into the fight,biting deep into the artery of the man cluthing his arm,twistng and tearing the tendons and larynx into a mutilated mess.

Blood sprayed on the Princess as she looked at the bloody mess before her,2 men dead and another.The rescuer she had expected had turned into a fellow victim,before turning into the monster she saw before her.She looked in horror as he rose again,the 3 remaining men stabbing him with daggers in the back,his clothes soaked red with the blood of his life and his enemies.Howling in pain,he brought a man down upon his knee,shattering his backbone just as the last 2 turned frantic,seeing their friends dead and crippled.Bringing out their guns,they began to fire frantically at the monster before them,the daemon of nightmares.2 shots flew true,penetrating his left lung and collapsing it,blood pouring out from the stab wounds,his mouth and gun shot.Turning to the Princess,they pointed their guns at her head,saying frantically in English:"If you come near us you filthy beast,we will kill her.WE SWEAR IT!"

Looking through his bloodied eyes and the haze of pain,the Prince looked at the young Princess.She deserved life,she deserved to live.No matter if the cost was his life.Let her marry a deserving man who would protect her with honour and integrity.It was at this moment that the helicopter was suddenly hit and began to spin out of control.Leaping in the way to shield the Princess from any harm,the Prince pulled her away from her seat as the helicopter lurched.She screamed in terror,thinking the daemon before her would rip her apart in his apparent fury.She was wrong.Shielding her with his body,the Prince suffered another gunshot to his gut,his vital organs being missed by a millimeter as the bullet made a clean wound.It exited out the front of his body,with barely enough velocity to pierce the Princess.With this final gunshot,the Prince saw no more as became unconscious due to the pain,the Princess Alanthil's slender frame protected by his still living body as the helicopter began to tumble toward the ground,barely under the pilot's control.

Within the Palace,the Deathwatch was told to prepare for a covert delivery of a thermonuclar warhead to a Drem city.

I don't think you get it; the Drem is a cult, not a Nation


let's wrap this up guys, I'm ready to announce the Winner of Alanthil's hand.

[OOC:"let's wrap this up guys, I'm ready to announce the Winner of Alanthil's hand."

Ok.]

The Drem guards stood still for a moment, still in shock at the monster that Prince had so suddenly become. Then they all moved. Very suddenly. Thats what happens when you don't wear a seatbelt when a helecoptor crashes.

Ilthain's helicopter had began moving semi eraticaly ever since it had been hit.

"Keep it steady!" said Ilthain. He had seen the events unfoling in the other helicopter through his thermal scope. It was perfect.

The Drem helicopter smashed into the ground.

*Click* *Click* *Click*

The three Tranquilizing bullets left his MSG-90. Due to the erratic movement of his helicopteor, one missed, but that was why he had loaded three in the first place.

Ilthain smiled to himself. "Take us a few hundred meters farther away, and then we will watch and wait. Oh, and contact out allies and tell them to clear the area next to that airfield, our bombers are just about here."

*****

"YOU IDIOTS!!" cried the drem leader, panic creeping into his voice. "YOU KILLED THEM! YOU KILLED BOTH OF THEM!"

"But sir!..."

The drem leader drew a pistol on the man who had dared to speak. "SHUT-UP! Don't you understand!?! We've probably been surounded by now, and we don't have hostages any more!"

Indeed although they were not surounded yet, they soon would be.

*****

The allied forces, which greatly outnumbered the Drem, soon closed into possition, and began to fire (seeing that the Prince and Princess were dead, their was no reason not to), very carefully so as to avoid hitting the aparently dead Prince and Princess (they didn't want to mutalate the bodies after all). It was a very one sided battle, as the Drem's morale was already nearly broken after the conflict with the monster that the Prince had changed into, not only that, but the Drem, although pretty good shots, had nowhere near the training of their enemys.

The elite forces led by LT Jager and CPL Chi had soon killed most of the Drem, and the few that were left were either surrendering, or running and screaming, only to be cut down by sniper.

The allied forces soon began a cautous advance toward the damaged enemy helicoptor.

*****

"Thats our cue to move in," said Ilthain.

His helecopor landed next to damaged enemy helicoptor when the allied forces were almost there, he bent over the princess, and removed both his tranquilizing bullet (which had barely penetrated the flesh), and the Drem bullet that had passed through the Prince, and had similair penetration.

Meanwhile, his helicoptor pilot attempted to treat the prince's grevious wounds, also removing the tranqilizing bullet from him.

Ilthain quetly injected the antidote to his tranquilizer into both of them. They would wake up a few minutes after the allied forces arived.

OOC:Elvandair,Sorry,didn't know that they were a cult.Also am ignoring that dart to the Princess by Ur-Quan.The Prince was shielding her with his body,so he would have absorbed the bullets meant for her.Oh yeah,and 2 Deathwatch were already near the crash and 12 Deathwatch suffering the bloodrage were also on their way to the crash.And Jager is tracking your location.he is not with Chi.

IC:Corax and Corav whirled as they heard the crashing through the bushes.They aimed at the rustling trees,only to see their fellow Deathwatch emerge,berserk and under the rage.They let them run ahead to the crash site and the Dream base,not knowing if their Prince was alive.
In their berserk state,with stimulants and increased muscle mass,they had taken the shortest route,through the jungle,at maximum speed.Their armour was muddied and scratched due to the speed of their travel over the 1.6 km(1 mile roughly) distance

The remaining Drem members in the area,stunned as they were,looked upon a slavering gang of berserkers before screaming their heads of.With a howl,the Deathwatch fell upon them,their only thought "VENGEANCE,BLOOD!".Ripping a Drem members arm off in a shower of blod,they tore apart their bodies with teeth,arms and legs,the body parts scattered all over the ground.To put it simply,it was a bloodbath.Bullets pinged off their armour as they charged out of the night,their howls echoing from the speakers in their armour,amplified and echoing.

Drawing their kukris and MP5's,Corax and Corav went to work,silently and efficiently slitting their throats or umping bullets into them.Drawing a grenade,Corax threw it into a squad of Drem that were trying to escape the carnage.It exploded,scattering their body parts in a mist of blood and liquefied flesh.Beside him,Corav snapped a Drem members neck before kicking another Drem in the throat,crushing his windpipe and delivering a gunshot to his head.

With a glance,the Deathwatch could see that the Prince and Princess looked dead,though they would be sure later.But for now,they let the rage flow.A few minutes later,charging into the scene was LT Jager and his boys.With a look at the body of his Prince,his closest friend,he sceamed before pumping countless rounds into the Drem with his assault rifle,the flashes reflecting off his visor.Bullets pinged off their armour,before a grenade exploded next to Corax.

Screaming their rage,Corax went berserk at the sight of his injured twin,whose arm was charred to a crisp.Corav still fired from his remaining left arm,a grimace of pain visible on his face.Corax fired at their massed enemies until his bullets ran out,before drawing his kindjal and going to work on the enemy with kukri and kindjal.

As the smoke settled,Jager went to examine the body of his friend,the Prince whom he had protected,who was now seemingly dead.Sobs escaped his mouth as he sought to control them.The Deathwatch did nothing as they lay among the ruins of the enemy,the grass and armour stained blood red.They treated their wounds while maintaining a somber silence,unsure of what to do.Reverently,some of them extricated their bodies from the wreckage and covered them with a white cloth,the Princess covered in white,her body obscured by the shroud.The Prince was covered by a black shroud,with the wolf sign of the Ilham-Janthrils on it.Jager sank to the ground as his soldiers clustered around him,trying to comfort their commander,themselves tired from the constant stress.

Just as suddenly,they heard gun fire from the lighthouse and saw a heli with Ur-Quan markings coming down.

[OOC:All bombs made in the Dominion of the Ur-Quan have the following engraved on them:

"This bomb was made in the Dominion of the Ur-Quan. To dissarm it, you have to cut the Blue wire, but you'll never figure that out! Nyahahahaha!!!"

Also, all members of the Ur-Quans spec op's units are required to wear nametags that say:

"Hi, my name is ___________.

My last top secret assignment was _____.

:roll:

"Also am ignoring that dart to the Princess by Ur-Quan.The Prince was shielding her with his body,so he would have absorbed the darts meant for her."

Aha... he was shielding her from all angles? If so, he must be a very large fellow (he struck me as muscular but...). Also, neither of them were shifted in the helicoptor crash? I find that equaly hard to believe.

Not only that, but the Princess apearing dead was one of the things that allowed the battle to be engaged (the Drem were deprived of their hostage).

Furthermore, the "Dart" was actualy a bullet, you would see if you read my first post on this thread.

If you ignore the bit about the dart/bullet, you must ignore my entire post (either that, or just made Ilthain look like a complete retard, as you have done).

I enjoy playing a character who isn't quite so much of a genius as me (:wink:) but still, he isn't that stupid or careless.


And finaly, I got the impression that this battle would be a ranged battle, seeing as how everyone has guns (also seeing as how Ilthain got to the scene first). And if not, how did your troops get there so fast? Not to mention, how did they survive? The terrorist were demoralized, but they were in (presumably) an open area (the lighthouse suggests we are on a beach). How did the troops survive the charge? In modern combat things like that just don't happen (I assume this is modern from all the MP-5's).]

let's wrap this up guys, I'm ready to announce the Winner of Alanthil's hand.


lol yeah, the winner ONLY gets her hand, not the rest of her body...

bump

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OOC:ok,um,am getting confused.Basically,he kind of wrapped his body around her in a protective shell,not from all angles,but enough so that he would shield her from a crash or bullets from a general angle.Ok,and can u make it clear whether it is a dart or bullet?Plus,with these Deathwatch going berserk,they get increased muscle mass.This means they can propel themselves faster.I had them going berserk and ripping apart the survivors of the helicopter crash.

but I am unclear whether there were a lot of enemies there.I was under the impression that the helicopter crashed and that there were no enemies there,just the occupants of the heli.

as for the bullets,my guys are wearing pretty tough armour.Look at earlier posts.it takes a grenade or so to kill them.anyway,what would you do if you saw a group of demonic looking berserkers charging straight at you out of the darkness?the Drem would be panicing.

but anyway,a bit confused.please make everything clear Elvandair.Elvandair is game master of this roleplay so what he says goes I guess.I was assuming the lighthouse was close to the original area.

OOC:ok,um,am getting confused.Basically,he kind of wrapped his body around her in a protective shell,not from all angles,but enough so that he would shield her from a crash or bullets from a general angle.Ok,and can u make it clear whether it is a dart or bullet?Plus,with these Deathwatch going berserk,they get increased muscle mass.This means they can propel themselves faster.I had them going berserk and ripping apart the survivors of the helicopter crash.

but I am unclear whether there were a lot of enemies there.I was under the impression that the helicopter crashed and that there were no enemies there,just the occupants of the heli.

as for the bullets,my guys are wearing pretty tough armour.Look at earlier posts.it takes a grenade or so to kill them.anyway,what would you do if you saw a group of demonic looking berserkers charging straight at you out of the darkness?the Drem would be panicing.

but anyway,a bit confused.please make everything clear Elvandair.Elvandair is game master of this roleplay so what he says goes I guess.I was assuming the lighthouse was close to the original area.

[ooc]Check last page- Lighthouse is 1 mile from the original site (Per Elvandair's original post).
Broken-field running that's about 10-20 minutes on foot, or about 1 minute by heli.

Nuevo Kowloon - I kind of lost you... What is the light that blinded Cho?

I believe it was the Flash Grenade, correct?

[ooc] Affirmative-Cho's eyes are hypersensitive to light.

[OOC: Hold on a second... I'm confused again...

In my post: Ilthain saw the helo with the two hostages take off, then called his own helo (Black 1). He almost caught up to the Hostage holding helo when Diem shot it, damaging it's blades ("the helicopter began to pivot slightly sideways, and slowly begin to loose alttude").

Nuevo Kowloon - I kind of lost you... What is the light that blinded Cho?

Were those three shots at me? And I thought Diem had already disabled the primary target.

Oh, and apologys if I RP'd Cho wrong... I can edit my post if you wish.]

Three to the drem bird, and number four was in your general direction.

[OOC: Ok, thanks for clarifying that Nuevo Kowloon.

The poison bullet is indeed a bullet:

"Loaded in is much-accesorized snipper rifle is only one bullet, but it is no normal bullet."

It looks like I made a typo in a latter post calling it a dart. Sorry about that. Fixing now... Fixed.

In the crash it is presumed that the Prince would at least have shifted, giving Ilthain a line of fire to the Princess.

Since the Drem are apparantly deprived of their hostages (thats the key thing here), it doesn't really matter if the troops are 10-20 minutes away (although I'd put it closer to five, if were talking about muscular, well trained soldiers, which of course, we are).

Well, if the battle isn't a ranged one, then the events in my post remain the same except that Ilthain doesn't come to the crash site until Ilham's troops have finished the battle.

But I think Ilham will have to edit his last IC post.

Oh, and I got the impression that, although their were no troops on the ground near the crash site, their were quite a few in the helo.]

At the Lighthouse...

Diem saw the muzzle-flash from the Black helo, and gritted his teeth-Screw this-Friendlies my overgrown ass!!! Friendly troops don't open fire on the hostages...

He lined up the helo in his reticles, and shoved the thumb-trigger down savagely, as Radioman third-Class Parker shouted "NO!!!"

An expertly-served .50-caliber machinegun can do all sorts of unpleasant things to a helicopter-and it can do them out to nearly two miles.

Big, good-natured, kind-hearted Harvey Diem has only one character flaw on an otherwise spotless soul. He sometimes neglects to think through the repercussions of an action when his moral compass is talking instead of his intellect.
The Black helo fired on the Hostages, and endangered his flawless work bringing the target bird down "Soft".

Therefore, he sent three five-round bursts-expertly aimed, the first to the rotor-hub, the second, to the rear-stabilizers, the third to the engines, and the fourth... the fourth was directed at the passenger-compartment windows-the weakest point in a helo's armour.

"STOP!!! DON'T!!!!" the Radioman grabbed his arm, and pulled.
(Imagine a 5-foot tall, 140 lb. man trying to restrain an 8 foot tall, five hundered pound weightlifter. Yeah, about that effective.)
Harvey batted him across the lighthouse without looking.

"Oh Christ..." The Radioman turned Harvey off-with an entrenching tool to the back of his head.

Five minutes run from the Crash-site...

Cho heard three bursts from the fifty on the tower. Ohmigod... She prayed the Corporal was firing at the enemy-and not at Ilthain's poorly-timed intervention.

Two minutes from the Crash-site...

Colonel Chi Nguyen saw the bullets hit the King's helicopter after he fired on the crashed bird.
"Jager, We're going to need a couple more medevacs!" He said into the Radio.
Jager didn't answer, but neither did the radiomen in the tower.

OOC:edited last IC post.hope it fits in with storyline more.am following nuevo kowloon's last post.

IC:Clutching his SAR 21,Jager and his 5 man team rushed towards the place where the rogue helo had landed.He had better have a damned good explanation why 2 poison bullets from his snper rifle were found in the prince and Princess.When they had found him at first,Jager had inspected the weapons and found several poison bullets and had been about to confiscate them but had returned them to him after finding that Ilthain was supposedly an ally.

He regretted that decision.he had radioed the "Big man" immediately on his personal headset after hearing the shots and had gotten a quick confirmation from him that the Ilthain had indeed fired on the hostages,before his communicator fizzled out due to the EMP effects.An ally did not fire on hostages.With a growl of determined rage,he was deterined if he could to tear Ilthain limb from limb.He had ditched their armour,it power cables cut in the close combat.Their armours had absorbed a lot of firepower,with the Drem using many EMP grenades,destroying the electronics of the suit.So now all they had were their uniforms,kindjals,SAR 21's,FN P90's and Kevlar cloaks.All the men with him were still fresh,the rest back at the crash site tired out from their berserker state.

Back at the battlefield,the remaining Deathwatch tended to their injuries and guarded the bodies with great vigilance.In their headlong charge,they had suffered no casualties except much broken equipment,dented and battered armour and many serious injuries that would heal with time.They had sent a man on a slow stroll to the lighthouse to use the radio set over there.It would probably take Kahn 5 minutes to limp over there with his sprained ankle,the least injured of all the guarding Deathwtach.Their communicators were all disabled due to the extensive damage to their armour's batteries,damaged by the EMP grenades.They would wait.

***At the Ilthain Helo***
Looking upon the Ur-Quan King,Jager totally lost control.The combination of having his best friend semmingly dead as well as the Princess they had sought to rescue,as well as Ilthain's rogue behaviour in shooting them shot to the surface.Abandoning all restraint,he rushed at Ilthain and headbutted him,before using his legs to deliver powerul kicks to his torso,brining him down.He took Ilthain by the feet and lifted him,swinging him in an arc that had him colliding with a tree.Lifting the man by the neck,he slammed him against the tree bole at least 6 times before the Deathwatch reacted and managed to restrain him from harming their erstwhile ally.The Helo pilot rushed to the aid of his stunned and injured king,overcoming his initial shock at seeing a supposed ally try to kill hisking.

The scene that met Colonel Chi's eyes was one of a maddened LT Jager being restrained by his senior warrant officer,master sargeant and 3 Corporals while a bleeding and dazed Ilthain lay on the ground,tended by his pilots and medics.

OOC:edited last IC post.hope it fits in with storyline more.am following nuevo kowloon's last post.

IC:Clutching his SAR 21,Jager and his 5 man team rushed towards the place where the rogue helo had landed.He had better have a damned good explanation why 2 poison bullets from his snper rifle were found in the prince and Princess.When they had found him at first,Jager had inspected the weapons and found several poison bullets and had been about to confiscate them but had returned them to him after finding that Ilthain was supposedly an ally.

He regretted that decision.he had radioed the "Big man" immediately on his personal headset after hearing the shots and had gotten a quick confirmation from him that the Ilthain had indeed fired on the hostages,before his communicator fizzled out due to the EMP effects.An ally did not fire on hostages.With a growl of determined rage,he was deterined if he could to tear Ilthain limb from limb.He had ditched their armour,it power cables cut in the close combat.Their armours had absorbed a lot of firepower,with the Drem using many EMP grenades,destroying the electronics of the suit.So now all they had were their uniforms,kindjals,SAR 21's,FN P90's and Kevlar cloaks.All the men with him were still fresh,the rest back at the crash site tired out from their berserker state.

Back at the battlefield,the remaining Deathwatch tended to their injuries and guarded the bodies with great vigilance.In their headlong charge,they had suffered no casualties except much broken equipment,dented and battered armour and many serious injuries that would heal with time.They had sent a man on a slow stroll to the lighthouse to use the radio set over there.It would probably take Kahn 5 minutes to limp over there with his sprained ankle,the least injured of all the guarding Deathwtach.Their communicators were all disabled due to the extensive damage to their armour's batteries,damaged by the EMP grenades.They would wait.

***At the Ilthain Helo***
Looking upon the Ur-Quan King,Jager totally lost control.The combination of having his best friend semmingly dead as well as the Princess they had sought to rescue,as well as Ilthain's rogue behaviour in shooting them shot to the surface.Abandoning all restraint,he rushed at Ilthain and headbutted him,before using his legs to deliver powerul kicks to his torso,brining him down.He took Ilthain by the feet and lifted him,swinging him in an arc that had him colliding with a tree.Lifting the man by the neck,he slammed him against the tree bole at least 6 times before the Deathwatch reacted and managed to restrain him from harming their erstwhile ally.The Helo pilot rushed to the aid of his stunned and injured king,overcoming his initial shock at seeing a supposed ally try to kill hisking.

The scene that met Colonel Chi's eyes was one of a maddened LT Jager being restrained by his senior warrant officer,master sargeant and 3 Corporals while a bleeding and dazed Ilthain lay on the ground,tended by his pilots and medics.

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At the Crash Site...

Chi folded his arms, looked at Ilthain, and at Lt. Jager.
"In case the Leutenant was unclear, You are under arrest, mister Ilthain, for the crime of double-regicide. While a Field-Execution would be satisfying on an emotional level, I think letting you stand trial in two Countries, under two different legal systems, for assassination is probably better than just sticking a revolver behind your ear and just ending it... Sergeant-Major Cui, Sergeant Dinh, relieve the prisoner of his artifacts and ensure that he is fully restrained and prepped for transport... and make sure he doesn't bleed out- I Do NOT want an international incident any nastier than we've already got."

The Two senior NCO's-Cui the Medic, Dinh a master of unarmed combat and legal procedures, treated the Ur-Quan King for the injuries Jager inflicted, while removing his gear right down to his bare skin, and securing his hands.
"Private Gritz, bag and tag this stuff, it's evidence." Dinh barked.
Private First Class Qin Gritz collected the Ur-Quan King's personal effects into a series of plastic bags for processing.

Chi and three others carefully removed the bodies of Ilham's Crown Prince, and the Princess, placing them in bodybags and readying them for transport.
The mood was beyond somber.

While Private Gritz was treating his injuries, Ilthain murmured, "Bring Jager to me..."

The private gestured the Lt. to step forward. He was accompanied by two guards.

"What is it you bastard?" he said.

"You are under arrest, mister Jager, for the crime of triple-attempted-regicide. While a Field-Execution would be satisfying on an emotional level... eh... I forgot the rest..."

Jagers face was that of a man ready to snap.

"You still don't get it do you," rasped Ilthain, "The second the Drem saw you coming, they would have shot both the Prince and the Princess. I saved them you fool! If I hadn't tranqualized them, they would have been shot!"

Jager was shocked. He had checked their pulses himself.

"Unfortunately, the tranquilizer I used is a very unusual one. Unless provided with an antidote, the Prince and Princess will die, in about fifteen minutes."

"The shards of the two syringes with the antidote are now imbeded chest."

Indeed Pvt. Gritz was removing them as Ilthain spoke.

"Not all is lost though. One of my helicoptors has another four extra doses of the antidote. I will call for them, at which time you will be placed under arrest."

Jager was again surprised. "I thought you came alone?"

"Nope. Bring me the radio from my helicoptor."

The radio was brought.

"Black 2, this is Grand General Ilthain. We need the extra antidotes. Also, when you get here, you'll need to arrest Lt. Jager. Send all five helos." After saying this, Ilthain muttered something incoherent sounding, then said, "Hurry, I may need medical attention when you arrive.

While Private Gritz was treating his injuries, Ilthain murmured, "Bring Jager to me..."

The private gestured the Lt. to step forward. He was accompanied by two guards.

"What is it you bastard?" he said.

"You are under arrest, mister Jager, for the crime of triple-attempted-regicide. While a Field-Execution would be satisfying on an emotional level... eh... I forgot the rest..."

Jagers face was that of a man ready to snap.

"You still don't get it do you," rasped Ilthain, "The second the Drem saw you coming, they would have shot both the Prince and the Princess. I saved them you fool! If I hadn't tranqualized them, they would have been shot!"

Jager was shocked. He had checked their pulses himself.

"Unfortunately, the tranquilizer I used is a very unusual one. Unless provided with an antidote, the Prince and Princess will die, in about fifteen minutes."

"The shards of the two syringes with the antidote are now imbeded chest."

Indeed Pvt. Gritz was removing them as Ilthain spoke.

"Not all is lost though. One of my helicoptors has another four extra doses of the antidote. I will call for them, at which time you will be placed under arrest."

Jager was again surprised. "I thought you came alone?"

"Nope. Bring me the radio from my helicoptor."

The radio was brought.

"Black 2, this is Grand General Ilthain. We need the extra antidotes. Also, when you get here, you'll need to arrest Lt. Jager. Send all five helos." After saying this, Ilthain muttered something incoherent sounding, then said, "Hurry, I may need medical attention when you arrive.

Colonel Nguyen frowned. It smelled like a con-job. "Mister Ilthain, if that 'Antidote' works, not only will I be remarkably surprised, but I'll also be forced to wonder what other magick tricks you've got-I don't believe in Magic, and I doubt you had time to reformulate two completely different dosages. If the Ilham prince doesn't get up feeling fit and chipper, you're still in the bag for his death." Chi folded his arms, "Jager, if it works, he can go-but if either one doesn't work, you make damn sure that airborne fort of yours doesn't let his five choppers worth of muscle leave."
He leaned down, "Either way, boyo, right now, you're still in deep shit." he directed the last comment to Ilthain-while signalling Major Wu to distribute the Nuevo Kowloonese troops to cover the LZ in case this was just a ploy.

[ooc] Nguyen's well-educated, he knows that drugs with those effects have to be carefully dosed to each person's bodyweight and metabolism.
He also knows that even if the doses were correct for the Princess, Prince Ilham is a much different-in-size and metabolic rate person than the Elvan princess.
He don't have much confidence in Ilthain's claims, and thinks this is just an excuse to bring in a clean-up/rescue squad. He expects Treachery, and is preparing to face it when it happens.

Taking the advice of Chi,Jager requested for the Skybase Nehru with all 36 Nephite Stealth Fighters to maintain position over their location,while the 3 Defenders and Skybase Gandhi maintained position just off the coast with the Battleships,the Prince,Princess and the Deathwatch ensconed in the Skybase's armoured hull,all guns pointing menacingly towards any aircraft or ship.Only authorised personnel of the Elvandair and Kowloon forces were allowed in,and only after a thorough search by the Deathwatch,who were by now refreshed and ready to take on anybody who dared to kidnap the Princess.Captain Jager was with them,while Master Sargeant Yap and Cpl Chan maintained position on ground.Express orders were given that any Ur-Quan personnel landing landing on the Skybase Gandhi were to be taken in their underwear to the Princess if they brought the antidote,including Ilthain,so as to prevent any covert operations.

Ur-Quan personnel attempting to land to arrest the newly promoted Captain Jager were of course to be treated with the utmost restraint and expelled from the Skybase Gandhi.Meanwhile,the guns on the Skybase Nehru and the Nephites as well as the missile defences of the battleships slowly tracked the helis as they came towards the area.Time was beginning to run out.

Naval Divers(equivalent to Seals) of the battleships crew were also dispatched to the Skybase Gandhi,a force totalling over a hundred personnel,to aid in the protection of the 2 royals.A message was dispatched to the Elvandair of the situation,sent over encrypted channels.

Already,Elvandair Army personnel were incoming,to take custody of the Princess,though they would have to show guranteed ID to have any chance of doing so.The Deathwatch and Naval Divers were taking no chances at all.

Meanwhile,The Government of Ilham sent Ikari Mohammed to deal with the situation in Elvandair.It was a politically sensitive issue now,due to the stupid but understandable actions of the newly promoted Captain.

**Dear Ur-Quan leaders,
While we respect your great nation,we urge restraint in the matter of one of our soldiers attaking your King.Understandably you are upset.We are willing to pay for the medical costs of treating the King,up to and including psychological damage suffered from being slammed against a tree.Our soldier was...distraught at the loss of his Prince and we urge dismissal of his arrest on compassionate grounds.We are willing to pay for repairs to that helicopter and are prepared to host Mr Ilthain in our fince country.However,understand that we will not allow one of our people to be arrested while doing his duty to protect the Prince.We sincerely apologise for his actions and hope to continue good relations with the Ur-Quan.

Sincerely,Ikari Mohammed Rusko Ilham-Janthril
Deputy Vice Minister for Foreign Affairs

Taking the advice of Chi,Jager requested for the Skybase Nehru with all 36 Nephite Stealth Fighters to maintain position over their location,while the 3 Defenders and Skybase Gandhi maintained position just off the coast with the Battleships,the Prince,Princess and the Deathwatch ensconed in the Skybase's armoured hull,all guns pointing menacingly towards any aircraft or ship.Only authorised personnel of the Elvandair and Kowloon forces were allowed in,and only after a thorough search by the Deathwatch,who were by now refreshed and ready to take on anybody who dared to kidnap the Princess.Captain Jager was with them,while Master Sargeant Yap and Cpl Chan maintained position on ground.Express orders were given that any Ur-Quan personnel landing landing on the Skybase Gandhi were to be taken in their underwear to the Princess if they brought the antidote,including Ilthain,so as to prevent any covert operations.

Ur-Quan personnel attempting to land to arrest the newly promoted Captain Jager were of course to be treated with the utmost restraint and expelled from the Skybase Gandhi.Meanwhile,the guns on the Skybase Nehru and the Nephites as well as the missile defences of the battleships slowly tracked the helis as they came towards the area.Time was beginning to run out.

Naval Divers(equivalent to Seals) of the battleships crew were also dispatched to the Skybase Gandhi,a force totalling over a hundred personnel,to aid in the protection of the 2 royals.A message was dispatched to the Elvandair of the situation,sent over encrypted channels.

Already,Elvandair Army personnel were incoming,to take custody of the Princess,though they would have to show guranteed ID to have any chance of doing so.The Deathwatch and Naval Divers were taking no chances at all.

Meanwhile,The Government of Ilham sent Ikari Mohammed to deal with the situation in Elvandair.It was a politically sensitive issue now,due to the stupid but understandable actions of the newly promoted Captain.

**Dear Ur-Quan leaders,
While we respect your great nation,we urge restraint in the matter of one of our soldiers attaking your King.Understandably you are upset.We are willing to pay for the medical costs of treating the King,up to and including psychological damage suffered from being slammed against a tree.Our soldier was...distraught at the loss of his Prince and we urge dismissal of his arrest on compassionate grounds.We are willing to pay for repairs to that helicopter and are prepared to host Mr Ilthain in our fince country.However,understand that we will not allow one of our people to be arrested while doing his duty to protect the Prince.We sincerely apologise for his actions and hope to continue good relations with the Ur-Quan.

Sincerely,Ikari Mohammed Rusko Ilham-Janthril
Deputy Vice Minister for Foreign Affairs

Corporal Harvey Diem woke up in Skybase Ghandi's medicall centre with a throbbing headache. "Where am I?" he asked.
Colonel Nguyen and Major Wu sat waiting, along with his section-chief, Warrant Officer Cho.
"You lost it, Harvey, and Johnson had to use an E-tool to keep you from committing more of an international incident than you did... good work on the Drems, by the way." Wu said, grinning.
Harvey rubbed his eyes, "Why's the Colonel wearing goggles?" he asked.
Wu's grin was wide, "He's wearin' em on account of you can't right now- that concussion the Radioman gave you means the docs say you don't wear nothin' but bandages on that empty damned head o' yours." Cho told him.
Diem blinked, "Okay, so... those're NVG's? pretty compact..."
Chi shrugged, "They work. The Docs here say they can fix your glandular problem so you'll stop getting bigger-apparently, our medicine's still a few decades behind."*
Diem looked even more surprised, "They can do that?... wait... you're not thinking of ..."
Chi shook his head, "No, I'm not thinking of anything right now-I already authorized it while you were 'Out'- they were already treating the head-injury..." The Colonel looked quite pleased with himself.
"What about the Princess?" Diem asked.
Chi shrugged, "She's awake, the Ur-Quans're still having a screaming fit, it seems they don't like walking around in their nut-huggers, but the transcript and testimony of thirty confirmed Neutrals means something on the International stage after alll... things are 'at peace' for now, she still hasn't issued her selection, but I think the Ilham Prince has the best shot at it."
Diem frowned, "Damn, Sir, I'da thought you were a shoe-in..."
Chi chuckled, "She's a Princess, Corporal, I'm just a Colonel, she's got obligations that render me unfit as a candidate, still, it's fortunate we were there, or she'd be halfway to Ur-Quan with exotic drug residues in her system and no recourse to her own people."



(* Ilham's a high-Modern tech nation, and the defect that Diem suffers from is treatable with 1990's level medicine, if it ain't so, then tell me, and it gets Retconned out.)

The Prince clutched his ribs as he rose up from his bed.Cpt Jager sat in a chair,watching some Elvandair soap opera.He had sat in an armchair in repose while waiting for his friend to wake up.

They talked for a few minutes,the Prince being informed of all that had happened as well as his injuries that had been attended to.His injuries were as followed:

4 fractured ribs
1 compund fracture(left leg)
1 sprained ankle(left leg)
as well as various cuts and bruises all over his body.His bandaged head throbbed from the concussion he had received as well.

"Ugh,damn that feels bad.So Jager,how is the Princess?"

Jager:Well Suhrid,the Princess Alanthil is in good shape.The medics patched her up and sent her back on a Defender,which is going to drop the Princess off at the Palace in a few hours.She is under constant guard by all the Deathwatch and Naval Divers,so I doubt anythings going to happen to her.Seems like half the Elvan air force is escorting the Defender to the Palace.heh.

Anyway,how are you feeling?

Suhrid:Um...fine I guess,except for all the damn aches.Can you get me a pen and sime paper.Got to compose a note to Chi and Alanthil's father.

Jager:sure,no prob,and by the way,Chi sends his regards and I think one of his female officers is smitten with you.You lothario!i think while looking in on you,she found you pretty hot,even in your state.

Suhrid:Um..I think that she has the hots for you my old friend.She left this not on the side table here.Addressed to a certain Ming Quan Jager.She put it here while you were asleep.A pretty warrant officer named Cho.

Jager:(blushing)Indeed.I don't believe it.

Suhrid:Look in the mirror my half-German,half-Chinese friend.Its about time you settled down anyway.You're what,28?Time to get a girl and start a family.

**Letter to Colonel Chi**
Hello old boy,thank you for the great work in that rescue,without you,this would have been impossible.Thanks for handling this troublesome Ilthain fellow.A very...unorthodox manner to rescue a hostage.Using poison bullets like that.Thanks for looking aftermy boys and the Princess while I was comatose.Best wishes.With honour,you deserve the hand of the Princess.You are truly a fighter and warrior.

P.S. A certain Warrant Officer Cho has taken a liking to my friend Jager.Any chance of allowing them a meeting?'wink wink'.Our little secret.Let the bachelor and bachelorette meet up.can't believe I'm actually matchmaking.

Anyway,would you like some optical-cloaking technology for your aircraft?We wish to consider you an ally.Call upon us if you ever need aid.

**Letter to Elvandair**
Dear Sirs,
I kindly request that if the Princess Alanthil so wishes,that we have a formal date to get to know one another.I thank you for the aid you rendered to my forces with the intelligence you provided.Without it the mission would have failed.I hope the ...fiercer side of my character did not unduly scare her.It is a genetic condition possessed by the male line of my family.
With respect,
Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril

P.S. A red rose for the Princess is included as well as a mastercrafted dagger for her personal protection.Please accept these simple gifts.Ilham believes in substance over form.

Hector shouldered his rifle and slowly made his way to the extraction point. He hadn't fired a single shot during the operation but he expected it because the other forces seemed to have the situation under control. Soon he was back aboard his transport and changing back into his dress uniform. The destination of his flight was Elvandair. He wanted to be there in person as the princess made his decision.

The Prince clutched his ribs as he rose up from his bed.Cpt Jager sat in a chair,watching some Elvandair soap opera.He had sat in an armchair in repose while waiting for his friend to wake up.

They talked for a few minutes,the Prince being informed of all that had happened as well as his injuries that had been attended to.His injuries were as followed:

4 fractured ribs
1 compund fracture(left leg)
1 sprained ankle(left leg)
as well as various cuts and bruises all over his body.His bandaged head throbbed from the concussion he had received as well.

"Ugh,damn that feels bad.So Jager,how is the Princess?"

Jager:Well Suhrid,the Princess Alanthil is in good shape.The medics patched her up and sent her back on a Defender,which is going to drop the Princess off at the Palace in a few hours.She is under constant guard by all the Deathwatch and Naval Divers,so I doubt anythings going to happen to her.Seems like half the Elvan air force is escorting the Defender to the Palace.heh.

Anyway,how are you feeling?

Suhrid:Um...fine I guess,except for all the damn aches.Can you get me a pen and sime paper.Got to compose a note to Chi and Alanthil's father.

Jager:sure,no prob,and by the way,Chi sends his regards and I think one of his female officers is smitten with you.You lothario!i think while looking in on you,she found you pretty hot,even in your state.

Suhrid:Um..I think that she has the hots for you my old friend.She left this not on the side table here, Addressed to a certain Ming Quan Jager. She put it here while you were asleep. A pretty warrant officer named Cho.

Jager:(blushing)Indeed. I don't believe it.

Suhrid:Look in the mirror my half-German, half-Chinese friend. Its about time you settled down anyway. You're what, 28? Time to get a girl and start a family.

**Letter to Colonel Chi**
Hello old boy,thank you for the great work in that rescue,without you,this would have been impossible.Thanks for handling this troublesome Ilthain fellow.A very...unorthodox manner to rescue a hostage.Using poison bullets like that.Thanks for looking aftermy boys and the Princess while I was comatose.Best wishes.With honour,you deserve the hand of the Princess.You are truly a fighter and warrior.

P.S. A certain Warrant Officer Cho has taken a liking to my friend Jager.Any chance of allowing them a meeting?'wink wink'.Our little secret.Let the bachelor and bachelorette meet up.can't believe I'm actually matchmaking.

Anyway,would you like some optical-cloaking technology for your aircraft?We wish to consider you an ally.Call upon us if you ever need aid.

**Letter to Elvandair**
Dear Sirs,
I kindly request that if the Princess Alanthil so wishes,that we have a formal date to get to know one another.I thank you for the aid you rendered to my forces with the intelligence you provided.Without it the mission would have failed.I hope the ...fiercer side of my character did not unduly scare her.It is a genetic condition possessed by the male line of my family.
With respect,
Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril

P.S. A red rose for the Princess is included as well as a mastercrafted dagger for her personal protection.Please accept these simple gifts.Ilham believes in substance over form.


Note to Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthrill


Prince Suhrid,

I think you've got her eye, and I'd say you're the better man-I expect a wedding invitation.

As for Jager and Cho, She's a grown-up. While I'd hate to lose a good shooter like that, it's better than a lot of ways I could lose her, and Jager's a good man. I don't see her Father having any opposition to the match, and her Mother's been aching for grandbabies. I don't see any serious logistical problems with the two of them dating or even getting hitched (If that's how it works out) past her...issues with light.

I can't speak to what the diplomats and my Chancellor will say, except that this is the first time in forever we've gone on a joint operation with another nation and not taken huge casualties. I figure the Chief of Staff will probably push for this alliance idea of yours. (That means I'll be talking to dad, He'll talk to Amanda Ngo, and she'll probably take his advice and sign it. Politics!)

As for Tech exchange- I know the Camouflage systems are one hell of an offer, but after hearing that Harvey's going to be able to grow old without his heart exploding, and the material I've been reading about some of the procedures your medical profession's working on, I think the Medical Tech would be a stronger offer. Right now, 20% of our population can't go out in daylight because of residual Chromosomal Damage from a war that happened more than seven generations ago. That, our childhood Leukemia rates, and we still get a bunch every year that're born without parts they ought to have, means we really need the help in that area.
Dad would probably jump at the Camo, but... I'm more inclined to say that letting kids like Harve have a chance at growing up and stopping is better.
(While having a Heavy-weapons specialist that can fire a .50 offhand is neat-it's not so neat worrying that he'll fall over at thirty 'cause his body did not stop growing-and we've got more than a few of those...)

Your men were consummate pros, and it was a pleasure working with them, I hope (eternallly) that people around the world will get sensible.


Chi Nguyen.

**Dear Ur-Quan leaders,
While we respect your great nation,we urge restraint in the matter of one of our soldiers attaking your King.Understandably you are upset.We are willing to pay for the medical costs of treating the King,up to and including psychological damage suffered from being slammed against a tree.Our soldier was...distraught at the loss of his Prince and we urge dismissal of his arrest on compassionate grounds.We are willing to pay for repairs to that helicopter and are prepared to host Mr Ilthain in our fince country.However,understand that we will not allow one of our people to be arrested while doing his duty to protect the Prince.We sincerely apologise for his actions and hope to continue good relations with the Ur-Quan.

Sincerely,Ikari Mohammed Rusko Ilham-Janthril
Deputy Vice Minister for Foreign Affairs

Having returned to his palace within the dominion of the Ur-Quan, King Ilthain writes:

Dear mister Ikari Mohammed Rusko Ilham-Janthril,

The Dominion of the Ur-Quan has only one leader. It is not nececary to pay for my helicoptor, or further medical costs. I would not normaly be willing to dismiss such a crime against my person, but in this case carrying out legal action against Captain Jager would seem... anticlimactic. Therefore, I think I would be willing to dissmiss any charges against him for but a fraction of what the legal action would normally cost him... perhaps 500,000 U.S.D. (or some equivalance thereof, but this is negotiable), if only to reinforce to my own people that such actions will not be tolerated. Your Prince has my best wishes for a hasty recovery.

Sincerely,
King Samuel Ilthain I
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and
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Dear King Everent Askmilliam,

Due to several unfortunate misunderstandings, my key role in saving the life of Princess Alanthil has been downplayed, and I have suffered a good deal of pain in recompence for said role, rather than any thanks. Due to these misunderstandings, and the obvious fact that I have never even seen the Princess, save through the scope of a sniper rifle, I deem it very unlikely that I will be chosen to wed her.
However, I hope that I will be invited to the wedding ceremony, and that you will hold my gift of the jade statue in the Princesses likeness as a token of my goodwill.

Sincerely,
King Samuel Ilthain I

To: Grand General Samuel Ilthain I of Ur-Quan
From: Colonel Chi Nguyen, Nuevo Kowloon 1st Advance Cavalry Regiment (Airborne)

Re: AAR's

Hate to be a pest on this, but it's After-Action Review time, and I still haven't gotten your observations on the Mission and its conduct. While your complaints have been filed with the Ilhams, it was my orders that had you stripped and detained, and my responsibility for your arrest-not Lt. Jager's.

Please compile a complete testimony of your observations and actions during the hostage situation, particularly your observations of Drem capabilities, and the performance of my personnel in the operation and post-operation clean-up, as your testimony as filed is incomplete.

To: King Everent Askmilliam, Elvandair
From: Colonel Chi Nguyen, 1st Advance Cavalry (Airborne), Nuevo Kowloon

Re: After Action Reviews.

For the sake of completeness, I humbly request that your officer-staff prepare an after-action analysis of my conduct, and the conduct of my men as regards your lovely Daughter's hostage situation, and its resolution.
This is necessary, as I am in the process of preparing and submitting a complete report of what happened, and what went wrong, in the interest of preventing mistakes should this sort of situation occur again. I will be submitting copies of my final draft to each nation involved.


To: Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril
From: Colonel Chi Nguyen, Nuevo Kowloon 1st Advance Cavalry Regiment (Airborne)

RE: AAR's/OER's

I know I'm being a bit of a pest on this, but I need a summary from you, Lt. Jager, and the rest of your men. It's OER time again, and I have to justify decorations and promotions for half a dozen people. I'm also writing a completed After-Action Review, I'll shoot you a copy of it when I'm finished, maybe we can avoid another charlie-foxtrot like what happened with the Ur-Quan King. There were a lot of lucky breaks on this mission, and people like us can't rely on Lucky Breaks-we need to minimize future risks on operations.

To: Colonel Chi Nguyen, Nuevo Kowloon 1st Advance Cavalry Regiment (Airborne)
From: King and Grand General Samuel Ilthain I, of the Dominion of the Ur-Quan

Re: After Action Reviews.

My chief complaint of this operation is obvious. I think I need not elaborate on it. My arrest, though troublesome, appeared warranted in the situation. You might have come to a different conclusion about the apparent friendly fire, but that was hardly expected. I do have a question: what would you have done if I hadn't tranqualized the Princesss? Surely you couldn't have gone on with the assault on the downed enemy helicopter? I had hoped that this thought process, along with the knowlege that I had lied earlier about the poison bullets (oviously, beacause the two weren't screaming in pain) would lead you to a more favorable conclusion, but as I said, that wasn't expected.

As for the friendly forces, the mission was well executed for the most part. All operations with relation to the Drem were well handled, although not so with myself. Diem should not have fired on a friendly. However, given the circumstances, escalating this complaint would be most ignoble.

It seems to me that the Drem forces are very limited, moreso after this incedent. However (I do so hate to take quotes out of context, but it fits so well here that I think that I shall), it should be noted:

"Evil deeds... are easy to do. What is beneficial and good, that is very difficult to do."

[OOC: Dhammapada verse 163, Chapter 12 (Attavago). At the moment I am (or at least, I should be...) writting a paper on Buddhism. : ) ]

Despite their limited forces, they are still capable of a good deal of damage. They can't openly engage either of our nations forces, but thats the thing about them: they don't have to. Therefore they remain a threat, though less so than before, and certainly far less so than if they had obtained the technology to manufacture the camo suits.

On behalf of The Kingdom of Elvandair, I, High Presiding Monarch Everant Askmlliam would like to extend a warm thank you to all goverments in aiding in the safe return of my daughter Alanthil.

Now after observing the actions of each of the nations Alanthil HAS made her decision. She said herself she does not need to go on a date, for she has seen enough by everyone in the heat of battle.

Unless anyone has anything else to say... I have the suitor and winner of my daughter's hand in marriage.....

-HPM Everent Askmilliam

Only that I express my humblest apologys for having shot her. It was a one time only kind of thing.


[OOC: *Drummroll*]

To:Grand General Samuel Ilthain
From:Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril
Re:that shooting

I heard of your actions in the field and I must commend you for your quick thinking.This is a novel tactic,shooting hostages with such a poison to render them seemingly dead.Being the target of the bullet,I know its effects and to say the least,they are unpleasant indeed.

While this unorthodox tactic saved our lives and for this I thank you,could you be so kind as to inform your allies of such a scheme next time instaed of going lone wolf?

The Ilhami snipers are reviewing your actions and are planning to include such a scenario in future training.

Again,I commend you for doing the necessary actions,no matter how unorthodox.This indicates a strength of character and stubborness,both good and bad.

The compensation money will be wired to you to avoid this diplomatic upset.Captain Jager sends his apologies as well for the broken jaw you suffered as well as the 2 incidents in which he nearly killed you.He has personally asked that he be transferred to Special Forces as well,to take command of a Commando company.His personal ties with me on this mission affected him deeply and he has seen fit to requets a transfer which has been fulfilled,as he felt that such actions during such a sensitive mission compromised its effectiveness.He has further been promoted to Major by his commanders.

**
To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Major Jager

With greatest respect Colonel Chi Nguyen.
The after action report comes attached.Overall,my Deathwatch found your troops to be professional,disciplined and good at night fighting,with varied tactics,though bringing heavy weapons for such an op is not standard doctrine.Though highly effective.We are considering amending our doctrine to inlude use of heavy weapons in conjuction with close combat and melee fighting.

We also recognise the use of troops with night sensitive eyes as well as troops with unusual talents to rank highly in your forces.They are superbly skilled at such night fighting and sniping in my personal view.Best of wishes from the Prince on the coming announcement.May the best man have her hand.

I have transferred out of the Deathwatch to the Ilham Commando's,which are the army's special forces.I am considered an honourary member of Deathwatch now due to my actions.

Oh,we are going to sell you the medical tech you need.Do you have good weapons technology?We are constantly seeking new technology to enhance our nation,specifically biotechnology,picotechnology and energy generation as well as superconductive material production skills.

With respect,
Major Ming Quan Jager
P.S. Send WO Cho my regards.What food does she like?I know this nice place in the capital that sells excellent French and Vietnames food.Nice city and nice people this Elvandair has.

OOC:
For a good website on science fiction based on solid science, look at http://www.orionsarm.com/

The Prince sends his regard while he is recovering and hopes that the Princess Alanthil was not unduly terrified when he became switched to his bloodrage in the helicopter.

We also hope she finds the mastercrafted dagger we gifted her with to be sufficient for her self-defence needs in the immediate future.

It would be a very foolish thing not to choose the currently single, powerful, Emperor Einglebert Slaptyback due to the fact that he owns hundereds of thousands of lands and people. I think you would be interested in our currency, which is worth more than the majority of any other country in the world.

To:Grand General Samuel Ilthain
From:Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril
Re:that shooting

I heard of your actions in the field and I must commend you for your quick thinking.This is a novel tactic,shooting hostages with such a poison to render them seemingly dead.Being the target of the bullet,I know its effects and to say the least,they are unpleasant indeed.

While this unorthodox tactic saved our lives and for this I thank you,could you be so kind as to inform your allies of such a scheme next time instaed of going lone wolf?

The Ilhami snipers are reviewing your actions and are planning to include such a scenario in future training.

Again,I commend you for doing the necessary actions,no matter how unorthodox.This indicates a strength of character and stubborness,both good and bad.

The compensation money will be wired to you to avoid this diplomatic upset.Captain Jager sends his apologies as well for the broken jaw you suffered as well as the 2 incidents in which he nearly killed you.He has personally asked that he be transferred to Special Forces as well,to take command of a Commando company.His personal ties with me on this mission affected him deeply and he has seen fit to requets a transfer which has been fulfilled,as he felt that such actions during such a sensitive mission compromised its effectiveness.He has further been promoted to Major by his commanders.

**
To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Major Jager

With greatest respect Colonel Chi Nguyen.
The after action report comes attached.Overall,my Deathwatch found your troops to be professional,disciplined and good at night fighting,with varied tactics,though bringing heavy weapons for such an op is not standard doctrine.Though highly effective.We are considering amending our doctrine to inlude use of heavy weapons in conjuction with close combat and melee fighting.

We also recognise the use of troops with night sensitive eyes as well as troops with unusual talents to rank highly in your forces.They are superbly skilled at such night fighting and sniping in my personal view.Best of wishes from the Prince on the coming announcement.May the best man have her hand.

I have transferred out of the Deathwatch to the Ilham Commando's,which are the army's special forces.I am considered an honourary member of Deathwatch now due to my actions.

Oh,we are going to sell you the medical tech you need.Do you have good weapons technology?We are constantly seeking new technology to enhance our nation,specifically biotechnology,picotechnology and energy generation as well as superconductive material production skills.

With respect,
Major Ming Quan Jager
P.S. Send WO Cho my regards.What food does she like?I know this nice place in the capital that sells excellent French and Vietnames food.Nice city and nice people this Elvandair has.



Handwritten note left in Lt. Jager's quarters...

Ming Quan:

I rather like most food-so long as it's properly cooked. The Colonel showed me your note. There is an all-night sidewalk restaurant about ten blocks south of the Palace Grounds' north gate that I fancy trying.
How does 0300 tomorrow night sound? Oh, and wear Civvies- I will be and I don't want to feel out of place.

Mai Rei Cho

P.S. Can you Believe the exchange rates here??? Everything is so Expensive! I mean it about Civvies-I get to wear a DRESS!


Message delivered via official channels...

Major Jager

Congratulations on your promotion. Nuevo Kowloon's a little bit behind technologically after our period of isolation. Mainly, we've had to focus our military investments in training, although we have made some progress in a few areas. Mainly, we've developed techiques for adapting existing tech to new areas, such as low-flash propellants for rifles and machineguns, a natively developed IVIS (Inter Vehicular Information System), Signals Intelligence (Interception and Interpretation software), the use of nonstandard metals in ammunition, and "Dumbfire" ballistic calculation systems with good precision and results.
Of course, none of these are as advanced as the precision guided munitions or rapid-fire weapons used by the nations standing as our contemporaries, but our systems have a singular virtue-they're inexpensive to build and maintain.
This is why our standard infantry rifle is a modification on the M-1 Garand in .30-06, why our night operations troops are using Delisle Silent Carbines and a "Silenced" Thompson, and why our pistol-caliber ammunitiion is based on the "Cookie-Cutter" armour piercing round in use by some modern nations as a Police Round (it pretty well ignores Kevlar and Carbon-Fibre matting, and shatters cerametallic plates without much difficulty).
A few of our Naval innovations are so basic that it is surprising that no one else is using them- double-hulled designs with a layer of water-activated expanding foam to self-seal breaches. Our Submarines are converted-while we have Nuclear technology, the particular reactors we build are "Safe" from meltdown, but unsuited for naval applications.
So... we use hydrogen-fuel Cells as range-extension on diesel-electric submarines. We're able to run more than 45 days submerged without the telltale sounds of pumps or fluid circulation, reducing the number of times the sub needs to surface for a diesel recharge by 300% or better, and there is a reduction in thermal bloom of nearly 1000%, and fresh-water recycling is significantly easier.
But... all of these things are much lower in technology than your Nation has already achieved.
With (please excuse) one exception.
Our Training.
I don't see how we can export a system that was constructed in the dark days of my great-grandfather, when our people were still dying of the War Plagues and the ruins of Hanoi, Hue, and Saigon were still smouldering in the aftermath of a superpower showdown held on our land.
We were facing an invasion from the North, with 90% of our people dead or dying, and everyone, from the children, to the oldest of the elders, had to be ready to take up weapons to fight off an enemy that outnumbered us literally tens of millions to one.
Our training begins in what is called "Primary School"-and everyone, even the warscarred too crippled to do some things, participates.
The Militia runs our schooling, you see-I was competent with a rifle before my Twelfth season of Tet, and every schoolchild learns to arm, disarm, move, hide, and locate land mines before they reach the age of ten.
For seven generations, we believed we had to be-I remember being afraid of the "Chicoms" hiding under the bed as a child.
You can't export the kind of fear that makes that system reasonable, the belief that enemies are lurking, waiting for a moment of weakness, waiting for the time to strike.
The Night Soldiers on the mission are mostly Warscarred, the War Plague left twenty percent of our people unable to abide daylight, others, (Like Diem) have other problems, children are born without legs, without hands, or eyes, or hearing... and we find places for them, because the overwhelming belief of our lives, is that the enemies that did this thing to us, are somehow going to rise up from the ash-heap of history with their mad doctrines and failed philosophy, to attack.
I was in high school when we first ventured again from our borders, when our very first diplomatic contact was attacked in the same way-Atomic weapons targeted at his home city.
We sent all that the Chancellor felt we could at the time-and we had to borrow transport to send them. ONE Battalion from the Militia-the "Very" first Advance Cavalry.
They fought at a place in Aust called "Blood Pass" and gave a good accounting before they were over-run- one thousand men armed with second-world war weapons destroyed 12000 soldiers in under three hours before they were wiped out to the last man.
These weren't regulars-we had maybe five hundered regular, full time, soldiers at that time who weren't manning the borders watching for the invasion that I know in my mind won't come, but my heart still insists will.
That's the "Legacy" I have to live up to, the one that all of us do-that, and the final push that sent the last invader out.
I don't think there is a way to bottle that, to sell it... I don't think it would be fair to try.
In ten years, we have advanced militarily and technologically nearly forty years-we have a working industrial base, a real navy now, and an air-force that, while not the most advanced, is competent and well equipped.
But the strength of our nation (and you can ask the Phyrricians this) is in its infantrymen-our ground pounders are trained, their weapons are effective, and our man-level tactics are likewise effective. We express this in our alliances and in how we conduct ourselves in the field. In Corcyra (in the nation of Phyrric), our soldiers were the first in, we had the best intelligence (in spite of technological and language differences), we took and held ground against an entrenched enemy who used the foulest tactic a man can use-and we saved lives.
Here, with you, we did as we do-we pride ourselves in being good allies, but we have little to offer technologically more advanced nations beyond our capacity to grow, and our skill.

I went to Corcyra a Captain, I left as a Leutenant Colonel. I met the Princess as a Leutenant Colonel, and when we rescued her, I was a Colonel.
I account this as a run of bad luck with some bright spots- a lot of good men died or were passed over for me to be communicating with you now.
I hope never to have to fight again, but I know that hope is in vain- but it doesn't stop the prayer for peace, for a time when my people realize that the bogeymen of yesteryear are well and truly gone, and that we can study science not so that we can fight, but so that we can LIVE.

Anyway, this is how understandings are made-communication.
I hope to see you soon, my friend.

Chi Nguyen, Colonel

[Letter to Col. Chi Nguyen]

To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Major Jager

Regarding your previous letter,yes,while we are a high-tech nation,we are also very ethnically diverse.We range over an archipelago of islands,all of them connected by air and sea links to the main island,which are mostly highlands,rainforest and mountains.There are only a few major cities,with most of the population dispersed in small towns in the deep jungle and mountains.

We have managed to get along only because we respect a common space and maintain diversity in our own cultures.As well as the respect for the Ilham-Janthril family that binds our people together.

Our culture is warrior-based and militaristic,forged by the union of our nation together.While we never went through the harsh conditioning that determines your nation,we seek to improve ourselves.The jungle environment that my people live in is harsh,as well as the outlying villages and towns.

We have many rebels who seek to break away,not bound by the rules of honour and the warrior culture,the one constant that we have shared for generations.Through training and a warrior culture have we managed to endure the worst ravages of history.

While guns are banned from civilians,all are allowed to carry blades of any sort for self-defence or ceremonial purposes,which they do from a young age.For us,due to our being an archipelago,we rely a lot on the Navy and Air Force to hold us together,while the Army is just as vital,garrisoned in the few major cities we have.As soon as they are old enough,children learn how to fight,with blades and their own body.

With our compulsory military training for men upon reaching 18,we mold a disciplined and motivated conscript soldier who is more than willing to die to defend their home.Our regular army consists of professionals and will do their job with efficiency and effectiveness.

Our cultures are very similar in that respect Colonel Chi.While we were forged into our identity by a warrior culture that permeates the multicultural and multiracial fabric of Ilham and constant raids by pirates and rebels,your country was forged in war.

As with me,I also am a fighter to defend my homeland,and in the long-term,we see ourselves as serving the greater good of humanity by defending it where we can.War is a failure on the part of diplomacy.While we practice the arts of war,we are humans first of all and should not glorify it.For Ilhami troops,to don the uniform is to become their second idntity,They retain some traits of their first identity,and don the warrior identity to commit acts of violence that could otherwise scar them.Thus,they can reconcile ther normal identities with that of their duties as a soldier.

I pray for peace as well.For war results in the innocent and weak being destroyed,and it is the duty of the strong to protect the weak and innocent until the weak are strong enough to defend themselves.

With respect my friend,
Major Jager

P.S. Simple but effective tactics and technology you use.Our navy ships tend to use stealth technologies as well as armoured tri-titanium armoured hulls to make them very resilient.We also use low flash chemicals to propel bullets.Our standard rounds are hollowpoint bullets and our special "Rammer" rounds.They are basically a bullet composed of a tungsten-steel ally with a depleted uranium core that can punch clean through most amour,as it is launched at hypersonic velocity from a rifle.

[Personal note to WO Cho]

Sure thing Mai Rei,I'll meet you at 0300 tomorrow night at that place.So you'll be in a dress?Can't wait to see that.I'll be the guy in the Hawaian shirt.

With affection,
Jager

Liann's Cafe, Capitol City, Elvindom, 0300 hours...

Mai Rei Cho was wearing a dress. A Black one, with the side slit up to mid-thigh, and spaghetti straps showing off her white, almost translucent, skin.
her "Dayglasses" were on her face since the restaurant and the street were both well-lit, but these weren't the heavy-framed "Welder goggles" that came with the uniform, these were thin-framed, almost delicate looking.
compared to the setting, some wags might say she was "Overdressed"-certainly that much black silk is more money than most would spend for a late dinner. The heels she was wearing were likewise near-formalwear, more something one would see at a fashionable discoteque in the entertainment district..
Certainly, they weren't something she should have been able to move that silently wearing.
"Hey." she said, from behind Ming Jager's right shoulder.
He turned at her voice, and widened his eyes. "Wow." he said.
"Thanks-I have to say, I'm impressed, Ming-Quan, you're even better looking out of the suit than you are in it... let's get some coffee, you look pooped." They sat down at a small table, and the waiter took their orders.
"I didn't realize you were going to be that... dressed up." Jager said.
Mai smiled, showing even, white teeth, and a dimple. "I don't get much chance, didn't even when I was much younger-there aren't many places in Ia Drang Underground City where you can wear nice clothes... hey, enough with the childhood traumas, I want to know all about you..." she stirred he coffee with a butterknife.

I, High Presiding Monarch of Elvandair Everent Askmilliam, am proud to announce that my daughter, Princess Alanthil Eresetul Askmilliam, has chosen her husband and future Prince of Elvandair.


And that suitor is.............



























Chi Nguyen of Nuevo Kowloon!!!











http://www.soapsite.com/skin/images/individuals/jewel09.jpg
Elvandair will begin the wedding preparations immediately. :)

So it to late now?

well we give our prise to the bride and groom and also must say if adam was picked the empiress would have to decilne it due to the civil unrest.
once more the Mayne family gives it well done nd hope your going to be happy.

with personal regards

Mayne Houses

So it to late now?

Juuuuuuust, a tad.

bump

To:Grand General Samuel Ilthain
From:Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril
Re:that shooting

I heard of your actions in the field and I must commend you for your quick thinking.This is a novel tactic,shooting hostages with such a poison to render them seemingly dead.Being the target of the bullet,I know its effects and to say the least,they are unpleasant indeed.

While this unorthodox tactic saved our lives and for this I thank you,could you be so kind as to inform your allies of such a scheme next time instaed of going lone wolf?

The Ilhami snipers are reviewing your actions and are planning to include such a scenario in future training.

Again,I commend you for doing the necessary actions,no matter how unorthodox.This indicates a strength of character and stubborness,both good and bad.

The compensation money will be wired to you to avoid this diplomatic upset.Captain Jager sends his apologies as well for the broken jaw you suffered as well as the 2 incidents in which he nearly killed you.He has personally asked that he be transferred to Special Forces as well,to take command of a Commando company.His personal ties with me on this mission affected him deeply and he has seen fit to requets a transfer which has been fulfilled,as he felt that such actions during such a sensitive mission compromised its effectiveness.He has further been promoted to Major by his commanders.

Three more letters from the desk of Samuel Ilthain:
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To: Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril
From: King and Grand General Samuel Ilthain I, of the Dominion of the Ur-Quan

Re:that shooting

I must apolgize for the sudden and unexpected attack on your person. Additionaly, I apologize for the unpleasent effects associated with the poison, but nothing less potent could render the victim so convincingly dead. I also regret having not informed the allied forces of my plan. And I wish Major Jager luck in any future exploits.

I am glad you consider the tactic I employed worthy of inclusion in your sniper training. Attatched to this letter are specifications for the low energy bullet, as well as the poison and it's antidote. Please not that they are sensative materials, and until recently, were considered top secret even among the Dominion of the Ur-Quan, and I hope you are very discreete in sharing these specifications.

Sincerely,

Samuel Ilthain I

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To: Colonel Chi Nguyen, Nuevo Kowloon 1st Advance Cavalry Regiment (Airborne)
From: King and Grand General Samuel Ilthain I, of the Dominion of the Ur-Quan

Greetings. I write to congradulate you on having earned the Princess Alanthils hand in marrage. It seems you won.

I hope you will consider inviting me to the cerimony, however if you desire I private ceremony, that is understandable.

Sincerely,

Samuel Ilthain I

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last but certainly not least:
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To: Princess Alanthil Eresetul Askmilliam
From: King and Grand General Samuel Ilthain I, of the Dominion of the Ur-Quan

I was recently informed of your decision to wed Colonel Chi Nguyen. Congradulations. He is a fine man.

I also write to apologize for any pain that might have been inflicted on your person when I shot you with the tranquilizing bullet. The dosage was formulated for a person weighing 200-250 pounds, so I fear the effects may have been even more unpleasent for you than for a person of that weight. You have a thousand apologys.

I also regret having not yet met you in person, and hope to do so on the day of your wedding, if you so wish it and choose to invite me.

Sincerely,

Samuel Ilthain I

[Letter to Princess Alanthil and the Elvandair Government]

Sirs & Madam's,
I send this letter to congratulate you on your wise choice of husband.Colonel Chi Nguyen is a fine man with a strong moral code,integrity and honour.

He is a man who will defend to the end his home and family.He has strong family values and is a natural leader.He will no doubt make a good husband and ruler.

I sincerely apologise for my entry into a state of berserk bloodrage.No doubt,I know that it caused the Princess Alanthil great mental trauma to see my transform into the human daemon that I was that night.However it was necessary to save her life at that time and I do not regret that action.I have no illusions that it was this action that caused Princess Alanthil to choose a husband who would not be such a beast as I am.It is my heritage,a curse and blessing of the Janthrils.

Colonel Chi Nguyen is a deserving man and I have sent a message of congratulations to him.Salud!My blessings and respect to the Elvan people.

Crown Prince Suhrid Ilham-Janthril,Lord of Rays

To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Suhrid Ilham-Janthril

Congratulations.Luck and honour are with you indeed my friend in such a union.The blessing of the Creator upon you,the protection of "The One Who Shapes Existence" be upon you.

May you enjoy a long life with good health,happiness and strong children.

With regards,
A friend.

[letter to Princess Alanthil]

Dear Madam,
I am a close friend of the Prince Janthril.My name is Major Jager.I know that he terrified you when he went berserk and that he has apologised for it as he regrets it greatly.I request that we be allowed to serve as the Guard of Honour at your wedding,surely a grand event.

On a personal note,do you have any good friends or relatives with a good education,maternal instincts,a strong character and good family values as well as leadership abilities?I am trying to set up the Prince with someone.He set me up with my current girlfriend and I'm returning the favour.He doesn't need to know this of course.
With regards,
Major Jager

[note to Cho,left on her bed]

Rei,
please come to the beach tonight at midnight.I have to ask you an important question.I have a little gift for you.This part month after meeting you has been the best month of my life.Be prepared for an importnt question.
with affection,
Ming

To:Colonel Chi Nguyen
From:Suhrid Ilham-Janthril

Congratulations.Luck and honour are with you indeed my friend in such a union.The blessing of the Creator upon you,the protection of "The One Who Shapes Existence" be upon you.

May you enjoy a long life with good health,happiness and strong children.

With regards,
A friend.

[letter to Princess Alanthil]

Dear Madam,
I am a close friend of the Prince Janthril.My name is Major Jager.I know that he terrified you when he went berserk and that he has apologised for it as he regrets it greatly.I request that we be allowed to serve as the Guard of Honour at your wedding,surely a grand event.

On a personal note,do you have any good friends or relatives with a good education,maternal instincts,a strong character and good family values as well as leadership abilities?I am trying to set up the Prince with someone.He set me up with my current girlfriend and I'm returning the favour.He doesn't need to know this of course.
With regards,
Major Jager

[note to Cho,left on her bed]

Rei,
please come to the beach tonight at midnight.I have to ask you an important question.I have a little gift for you.This part month after meeting you has been the best month of my life.Be prepared for an importnt question.
with affection,
Ming

Messages...
to:
Suhrid Ilham Janthril
From:
Chi Nguyen

Re: Thanks for the congratulations.
Dad was pretty pleased, but I think the Chancellor's going to be spitting nails for the next eternity-at least, that's the rumour, but it might have something to do with that freighter the Doujins sank yesterday.
I'll tell you, I'm glad I'm not back home right now-the Merchant Marines are screaming for guns, and the Airline Pilots are demanding protection, but even I don't know what's going to happen, except that whatever else goes on, I'm not to get involved.
The Chancellor made it damn clear in her message of congratulations that I'm officially "Off the Rolls"-she doesn't want my new in-laws thinking they're obligated to get involved when she hasn't made a decision on what she's doing yet.
I know you're gonna be pretty busy for the next while, if you can make it to the wedding, It'll be good news, if you can't...I'll understand.

Chi.


To: Ming-Quan Jager
From: Mai Rei Cho
Re:
Can't make it, we're being recalled tonight-without the Colonel. Can't say why. I hope to see you again.

With Love
Mai.

Preparation hall, Elvandair Capitol...

"...would be a lot easier if I weren't doing this alone." Chi muttered.
The Tailor working on his suit shrugged, "Events happen, I'm sure that your friends will get through this without you." the man sounded bored.
Chi frowned deeply into the mirror, and sighed. Well, at least a few of the people who were in it with me are staying...
Corporal Diem and Radioman Robinson were going through the uncomfortable process of being prepped for their positions in the wedding party- Diem looked quite natty, with the exception of the wrap-around bandages on his head, and Robinson's leg-cast (caused by being thrown across a Lighthouse chamber) was actually well-decorated.
"Cheer up, Sir-it's probably nothing at all to do with that mess off the Ilham Coast." Diem offered.
Chi grunted, as his pants were adjusted, and shook his head, "I should be there." he said, "Not here-not while they're..."
A messenger showed up.

To: Colonel (ret) Chi Nguyen
From: Chancellor Amanda Ngo
RE: the recent redeployment of your men.

Sorry to burst it, Chi, but there's been a problem. Keep it quiet-I don't want Aust to know what's coming until it hits them, and these Doujin folks have prepared a really big... distraction.
Tell the Monarch and your Fiance whatever you want, but keep them out of it-the last thing I want is a global war starting in my back yard. Good luck with your new job description, and don't think it gets you out of writing that AAR-Wu's going to need it for training purposes.

[letter to Princess Alanthil]

Dear Madam,
I am a close friend of the Prince Janthril.My name is Major Jager.I know that he terrified you when he went berserk and that he has apologised for it as he regrets it greatly.I request that we be allowed to serve as the Guard of Honour at your wedding,surely a grand event.

On a personal note,do you have any good friends or relatives with a good education,maternal instincts,a strong character and good family values as well as leadership abilities?I am trying to set up the Prince with someone.He set me up with my current girlfriend and I'm returning the favour.He doesn't need to know this of course.
With regards,
Major Jager



Well, I do have a few single friends that may take up the offer....

Very well,who are these single friends?The Crown Prince is available and ready.

ANY REQUIRMENTS?