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November 30: Auchlenein

In the city of Auchlenein, all was bustling. The city officials were preparing for the coronation of the new emperor of Greater Prussia. Jedi Army units were drilling and preparing for inspection. Luftwaffe units were on the ground getting repainted for the airshow. Navy units off the coast of the Jedi Imperial Land were practicing manuevers for a mock naval battle, which could be seen from the coronation sight. SS units were providing security around the town. The new emperor was about to fly into Auchlenein and with him thousands of politicians and spectators alike.

Auchelenein was only a village of a couple thousand, but a village of more than a thousand years of history. Many great kings of ancient Jedi were born in this village. The village seemed to retain the olden days look to it. There was a medieval castle which stood on the hill side, ever so present. Most of the populous were peasants and farmers. But the main attraction of the sight is that it is where the Jedi Revolutionists signed the treaty taking full power away from the Jedi Monarchy to the Jedi Revolutionists. It was now the traditional sight for the training of all SS Allgeime units. It was sacred ground to many nobles through out the land and anyone who's ever passed by.

"I security to be tight, impressive, but not suppresive," Jedi Master Hoth spoke, "If the new Emperor is going to be in my land, then I want him to be right at home. The populous should treat him well."

"Yes sir. Sir, all security details are up and running and have completed the neutralization of arms throughout the village. They are being placed in a safe in the basement until the most influential people have left," the Reichsfuhrer - SS Karl Schruberg stated. He was never one to dissapoint the Jedi Master or even a foreign diplomat.

"Good I want horse carriages escorting all foreign diplomats and heads of state from the helipad to the ceremonial sight in the hills."

"Already done sir."

the People's Republic of Kay Son wishes to attend.

King Hedrik sends his regards, but he cannot come due to chaos in the region and terrorist attacks in the country.

Congratulations.

The Jedi has accepted and will be providing your security...all you have to do is RP it.

The Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire sends its warmest congratulations. However the recent attacks against our government will prevent our participation in any events outside of our nation.

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Acting Prime Minster, Acting Regent Louis Cessar

the Jedi is willing to help you King Hedrik and the grand duchy of hamptonshire with your terrorists problem.

*Magdeburg, Scotta*

"...and I am still unsure about what will happen with Empress Aurora." Viktor muttered to himself. "If we are to be wed, it will have to be very shortly. We can have the actual binding wedding, a small quick ceremondy first, then the large corronation ceremony, then the large Imperial Wedding I suppose...if there is to be a wedding at all." He paused a moment then called out to his Arch Chancellor, "Johannes! Come here!"

Arch Chancellor Johannes von Teutoburg approached the King, "Your Highness." he said with a bow.

"Just Viktor." he paused, "Take a letter: To Her Royal Highness, Queen Sarah Thompson, Matriarch of the House of Thompson. The war that took place between our two houses and nations was most regretable. However, I believe I have seen the errors of my ways. It is my intention to restore the Thompson family to the Throne in Reichskamphen. You may choose whomever you wish to sit upon that throne, but there is one prerequisite, they must be loyal to Greater Prussia, and to its Emperor, which will be me. Scotta will remain under my family line and the parts of Russapovia we took as well. Sincerely yours, Viktor Leipzig."

The Arch Chancellor stood, his mouth gaping as he unbelievingly penned the last few words. "It is time Johannes." Viktor said flatly. He rose from his chair and walked into his chambers where attendants were frantically packing the Royal Luggage and mending the Royal Garments. The Corronation robes were laying out on the bed, ready to be shipped to JR. The Crown Jewels were also ready for shipping. "This should prove to be interesting." Viktor declared as he walked out of the room, heading to the staircase which would lead him to the bottom which would lead him to the car which would be his transportation to the royal aeroport.

As is Greater Prussia willing to help with your terrorist Problem.

King Viktor Leipzig I
(Soon to be Emperor of Greater Prussia)

OCC: The Greater Prussians, Jedi Revolutionists we would welcome help. Just come to http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=131941 and post.

the people's republic of kay son inquires if a representative could be sent to such a function

only if you want to Kay Son. it would, however be an honor.

This day was a normal day, and that meant that, as an attentive leader driven to see his country proper, the Archduke Philip IV of the Grand Duchy of Monte Ozarka was currently in his official study, poring over the most recent reports and numbers from the Minister of Finance. He put down the papers and called to his personal secretary, the Marquis Jean Ratignolle de Graignon.

"Jean, get me a cup of tea, please--with lemon, no cream or sugar."

The door to the study opened halfway as a slightly pudgy middle-aged man of around 45 looked in and nodded politely as he received his order. Within a few minutes, Jean returned with the cup of tea and placed it upon the Archduke's desk. Beside the tea, he placed a sizable stack of papers.

The Archduke sighed resignedly, and as he settled back into his armchair, asked Jean, "What? More papers? I'm already awash in a sea of documents, reports, and memos...all marked 'URGENT' and demanding of my immediate attention, of course. Where are these from?"

Jean smirked, and rocking back and forth on his feet with his hands clasped behind him, replied, "What else? A memo from the Minister of the Interior, several reports on the state of our troops in other nations, and more of the same. Actually, my Lord, you might be interested in something else that just came in."

Putting his teacup down, the Archduke questioned, "Oh? What is it then?"

Digging through the stack of papers, Jean finally extracted one of very expensive heavyweight paper that carried the seal of a foreign nation at the top.

"Here it is--an invitation from King Victor Leipzig I, though not for much longer. Apparently, he is soon to be crowned Emperor of all Greater Prussia. This is an invitation to his coronation. All heads of states are invited to attend."

Scanning over the invitation, the Archduke muttered to himself, "Hmm...intriguing. '...the King Victor Leipzig I requests your attendance at his coronation on the date... *incoherent mumbling* ... 'it will be a grand affair' Well, of course! He's expecting royalty, is he not?"

The Archduke stared at Jean for a few seconds, in thought, and finally said, "Why not? I need a break anyways from all this paperwork! Reply immediately to the King that I humbly and graciously accept the invitation and will attend the coronation. Inform my attendants so that they can begin to pack the necessary robes and formal attire. Well, you have enough to do. I'll get back to this *points at stack of papers* while I'm still here."

Diplomat Guvner stepped out of his transport, followed by 2 space marines.

The People's Republic of Kay Son would like to dispatch Colonel Marcus Othello Iago, late of the 1st Artillery Division, as their representative. He will be arriving within the hour.

Later

The Archduke Philip IV stepped out of his official helicopter and onto the steps leading onto the helipad. He was dressed in full military dress. He wore a light-gray colored, thigh-length, fully-closed, button-up jacket of the finest wool and lined with the softest silk. Flawless velvet of the deepest crimson embroidered with a complex bright gold weave trimmed the cuffs and the high collar. Large, plaited epaulettes with long tassels topped off both shoulders, as aiguilettes spanned his broad chest and looped under his arms. He wore the medal for the Order of the Knight on its gold and navy ribbon around his neck, while his other medals hung above his left breast pocket. Around his waist was buckled a belt with gold weave, and an elaborate straight sabre and scabbard were attached to straps on the belt. His pants were of a dark navy blue with two broad stripes of the same dark crimson on either side of the outside seam. The pants were buttoned to the bottom of his shined and spurred shoes. Furthermore, he wore a half-length, high-collared navy cape of wool, trimmed with gold, and lined with crimson silk that was pulled back on the left to reveal the sabre. To top it off, he donned a black bicorn hat with all sorts of elaborate gold stitching, insignia, and feathers.

If one were to glance at the Archduke, one would think that he was somehow transported from the mid-1800's. True, the attire was somewhat archaic, but not only was it dashingly handsome, it completely established a very noble, royal, and respected presence around the Archduke.

As he stepped onto the helipad, a few attendants including his personal secretary followed closely behind.

Diplomat Guvner looked at the new arrival, recognizing him as The Archduke of Monte Ozarka "Good day to you sir" He grunted.

The Archduke dipped his head politely to Diplomat Govner.

"Good day to you, too, Mr. Govner. How are things in Underwater Asylum?"

Journal of Colonel Marcus Othello Iago, Delegate to Greater Prussia

Mar. 14th

Arrived at the airport. It seems that the proper authorities weren't advised of our comings. Probably High Command got it's signals crossed due to the dealings they're having with the White Flags. Anyway- we tried to tell the nearby officers that we are the delegates with them waiting for a confirmation. It's been nearly 30 minutes. Ernie is playing a game of hearts with Fred. Thinking of joining them.

[double post]

The Rogue Nation Of Cakatoa wishes to send a representative to the Coronation, if its not too late to attend.
President Stone

Our Council of Wizards wishes to send an envoy to witness this glorious occasion and also wishes to extend their heartfelt congratulations. Our representaitve Asafalt the Grey and his apprentice will arrive shortly.

The IDF member states Cartels operating inside you region will call a holiday for your event. Expect crime to drop 40% for the next 48 hours.

King Viktor Leipzig stepped off the plane. He was wearing a black doublet, piped along the edges with a thin black lace. There was a muted black filagree on his doublet and a red cape clasped to his shoulder with a golden lion's head clasp. He was wearing gold epaulets on his shoulders and the trisword medallion of the Triune Kingdom was around his neck. It had been worn as official state dress from King Will Thompson the First until Viktor. Infact, it was the only part of the state dress he kept after his coup.

A Black Coat with tails in the back was worn over the doublet and it had a larger set of Epaulets on it. Refined Golden filagree accented it and the light played on the stitching. The large lapel of the Coat was a bright shimmering Crimson and elaborate piping accented the long rows of glimmering gold plated buttons. His black boots struck the pavement. He was a King. He glanced at the Arch Duke and seeing what appeared to be a man after his own heart approached him. His jet black hair blew a bit in the wind as he walked towards him, "Your Emminance," he bowed cordially, "I am greatly honoured to have you with us. I have read much about your nation, and it seems a land after our own. Perhaps we should have dinner tonight, discuss a possible alliance of sorts. Regardless I shall see you soon." he stepped away to greet the others, though not all of them as he hurried his way to his waiting limosine. He would greet everyone later, for now he had to prepare.

A few moments later another plane arrived. This was a differant plane though. Upon it was painted the Crest of the House of Thompson, the former rulers of the Kingdom. Marcus Antonius II, former King of the Triune Kingdom, stepped out of the aircraft. He wobbled a bit upon exiting but soon stood straight, turned, and helped his stepmother, Queen Sarah Thompson out of the plane. He was clad in the Reichskamphian Royal Guard uniform with his initials in a wreath of laurels on the buttoned back tails of the bright blue uniform coat. His white doublet with two rows of brass buttons showed through in the front as did the awards pinned upon his chest. He once was a great war commander but had seemingly failed as a King. The uniform he wore was standard issue to every Royal Guardsmen in his Guard right down to the initials. This was a uniform only made during the years he reigned and discontinued thereafter. He passed rows of Reichskamphian Royal Guard, now in stark contrast to Marcus as they were clad in the Black uniforms of Viktor's crown and had upon their breasts the crest of HIS house. They formed two lines, and the former King walked down the centre on a red carpet which had been laid out for him.

Some in the guard had served since King Will the Second, his father. Most had served Marcus as well. The Grey Uniforms of the Imperial Guard, Viktor's new, larger, personal army dotted the airport. Not giving a second thought to them though, the Royal Guardsmen took the plumed shakos off of their heads and waved them in the air along with their rifles and began to cheer, "God Save the King! God Save the King! God Save the King! God Save the Thompson's! God Save King Marcus!"

Marcus took his stepmother by the arm and walked onward past the cheering guard into the assembled guests. He bowed politely and said, "My name is Marcus Antonius the Second, I was once King of Reichskamphen Russapovia and Scotta. Now I am a guest at the corronation of..." he hesitated, seemingly disgusted with what he was about to say "...my Emperor."

The sounds of horse beats started to come closer. Then over the hill a column of 4 horse and carriages slid into view heading towards the representatives of Kay Son, Underwater Assylum, and Monta Ozarka. The carriages stopped some 15 from the 3. The front carriage opened up and out stepped an old man; brown cloak flowed in the wind, his head covered by a hood. Clearly he was Jedi, but unclear as of who. Behind him followed closely was the Imperial SS Royal Body Guard. The man walked towards Marcus Othello Iago, Diplomat Guvner, Archduke PhillipIV, and let his hood down.

He spoke.

"Good evening Gentleman. I am Jedi Master Hoth, the host of tomorrows ceremonies. Your luggage will be brough in behind us. So Colonel Iago, Archduke Phillip IV of Monta Ozarka, and Diplomat Guvner of Underwater Assylum, I welcome the chance to meet with you and the fact that noble men such as yourself are in my presence let alone the land of the Jedi. SS men will escort you to your carriage, which in turn will take you to your living quarters in the palace."

With that the Jedi motioned to the carriages and without a reply from the representatives, the Jedi walked back to his carriage after all were loaded. The carriages slowly pushed forward and the 5 mile ride to the village continued. It was there that the villagers greated the carriages with a 'Sieg Heil' and a salute.

Kaiser Ses'uh took a deep breath of cold air while standing infront of his Bentley. His bodyguards stood around him and kept watch. He sighed and turned around to one of his bodyguards.

"Do you know when they're coming?" Asked the Kaiser
"No sir. Grove says about an hour." Replied the Bodyguard
"An hour? The coronation is about to f*cking begin, we don't have an hour. It's already a six hour flight to Jedi. Damnit" said the Kaiser

The four military generals; Army General Curtis Jackson, Navy General Young Buck, Air Force General Lloyd Banks and Greater Prussian Lufftwaffe General Tony Yayo were all to arrive to the Ses'uh international airport already. The five most important men in Diminix were heading to Jedi for the coronation of the new emperor, but they hadn't arrived yet. Off in the distance, the large plan carrying the five men could be seen coming down from the clear skies. In a couple of minutes the plane was only about one hundred feet from where the Kaiser stood. All around him were F16 and F22 fighter planes, which were to escort the plane safely to Jedi. A few minutes later, a bodyguard leaned over to the Kaiser and gave him the word that the generals were twenty minutes from the airport. Minutes later, they arrived. The convoy of at least thirty cars and trucks of all kinds halted away from the Kaiser.

The four men stepped out of their respective vehicle and eventually walked right into the Kaisers view. They saluted him and then gave him a handshake. He smiled and pointed them to the plane. They boarded it and took off into the sky.

[I didn't really bring this anywhere cause I'm not sure what city this is in and what kind of palace/hall it's taking place in.]

Commander Soldant of the Elite Military of SR wishes to attend.

Her Imperial Majesty, Princess Caroline, Eldest Daughter of King Paul VI of Phillipsania, and her husband Prince Alexander Bochonov, wish to attend as representatives of the sovereign of Phillipsania and her Empires.

Yours,
Sir Alan Winchester
Prime Minister of Third Estate

Unless there are any problems with Cakatoa being represented, I (President Stone) am flying out to attend this Coronation. I hope that this does not cause any inconvenience.
President Stone.
(PS. Please could you provide a suitable landing spot, preferably away from large cities, as my transportation is rather..unique.)

OOC: Corronation cannot be today, as new people are arriving and also I am not going to be here for it, perhaps tommorrow but the best day would be saturday or sunday. It will be December the 2nd in game time chosen because the greatest European Emperor since Caesar Augustus, Napoleon Bonaparte, was crowned on that very date.

Jedi Master Nathan Masaki, the father of the current President, would like to attend this coronation with his Padawan, Isaac Mortimer. They will be representatives from the Imperial Republic of Coreworlds.

In state chambers

As the Archduke's baggage was being carried to his chambers, Jean Ratignolle, the Archduke's personal secretary, said, "Seems like more and more heads of state are pouring in each and every day."

The Archduke settled in front of a bureau. He took out a folder and began examining its contents. Leaders of countries are not allowed to take breaks, even when on vacation. "It certainly seems to be the case. I haven't heard of most of these countries, much less meet their representatives."

"Indeed a royal rabble," Jean grunted as he carried a stack of the Archduke's favorite novels to the bookcase.

After a period of silence, where the Archduke read as Jean tidied up the room, the Archduke suggested, "Why don't we arrange for everyone to meet? A gala! The coronation won't be for another few days. What are we going to do? Stay cooped up in our suites for the entirety of our stay? I think not! It would be a wonderful way for everyone to acquaint themselves. Who knows? We might end up with a greater advantage in the political spectrum. Can you manage it?"

Jean smirked and replied, "A simple gala? Sir, you underestimate me. It shall be arranged."

With that, Jean quit the room and proceeded to his office to take care of the arrangements. Where shall we have it? Perhaps that nice hotel that we saw as we were coming here. After all, it's a beautiful town, and so tourism must be a big thing. High-class clientele, too, with this town's history. It will do. I shall rent out the entire hotel. Food...what shall we have? So many countries, so many tastes... On such short notice, we'll make do with local fare. I bet that many representatives brought their own cooks, as well...especially those paranoid aristocrats that always think someone's out to get them. If they want to cook, then it's up to them. Hmmm... we can hire out some local musicians. Heh, a crash course in expanding your cultural horizons, if you will. If we can scrounge up a band, orchestra, or wind ensemble, we'll take them, too. Whatever...that can be sorted out later. So...seems like the most important thing to do right now is to get the word out.


Most honorable sirs and madams attending the coronation of Viktor Leipzig I:

On behalf of the Archduke Philip IV of the Grand Duchy of Monte Ozarka, I would like to extend to all who are attending the coronation an invitation to a gala thrown by his Lordship Archduke in honor of this grand and momentous occasion that is about to come to pass in the history of the Empire of Greater Prussia. This event will be held on Thurday, the eighteenth of March two thousand and four at in the Hotel Dreinzen. Reception will begin at seven o'clock. Dinner will commence promptly at eight thirty.

Any and all representatives are invited to have their personal cooks supplement the culinary staff for the gala in order to add a multi-cultural flair to this international event.

Most humbly yours,

MARQUIS JEAN RATIGNOLLE DE GRAIGNON, Personal Secretary to Archduke Philip IV of the Grand Duchy of Monte Ozarka

Remote area of Jedi

A darkspot appears on the horizon, and quickly gathers speed as it reaches its destination. The object circles for a short period of time, then descends abruptly.
The Giant Black Cakatoan Dragon, an animal of unmatched power and size, lands and waits patiently for its passenger to depart.
President Stone, dressed almost entirely in black apart from two red dragon studs on his collar, jumps from the animals back.
"Sir, are you sure this is wise?" asks the dragons rider.
"Of course Im sure," Stone frowns, "I'm certain that Le Trey can handle the day to day running of Cakatoa untill I get back."
"Its not that sir," says the rider nervously, "Its just that its such along way from where the coronation takes place, and I cant go any closer."
"Oh."
President Stone pauses for thought, "You have a radio, yes?"
"Of course, sir."
"Then please conatact the local government and request transport. In the meantime, I will start to walk the way there."
Yes, sir"
Stone patted the Dragon on the head, then with a signal from its rider, the Dragon took off.
After watching the Dragon fade into the distance, President Stone began his long, lonely walk in a foreign land.

OOC: not really sure what is going on..I have been gone for so long, can i get a brief summary.
IC:
A member of the Panzi government would love to attend such a thing. Lord Panzolf is preparing to leave, hopeing that he is allowed.

He is obviously invited.

-Viktor

(OOC: With new people coming, the Consular system became invalid. Viktor declared it null and void and established a new government. The nations of Greater Prussia unanimously voted him to take the Imperial Crown so he is doing so)

The convoy of armored cars and stretched Bentleys arrived through the city of Auchlenein. The Dominican flag hung proudly on each car that passed through the city. Natives of the city peered out their windows to investigate the nosy convoy rolling through. Inside the long silver Bentley in the center of the convoy, the five most important men in all of Diminix sat in the back.
"I'd like the Jedi emperor to meet us at the gates." Mumbled the Kaiser
"What was that?" Asked Tony Yayo, general of the Greater Prussian Lufftwaffe

The Kaiser turned his head around to look at the general.

"Well, I want the Jedi emperor to met us at the gates of the coronation palace. That would be a proper way to introduce us to the country, shouldn't it?" Said the Kasier
"Yeah, guess so." Said Tony Yayo

The convoy slowed down to stop for a security check a few blocks away. The driver of the car turned around and looked at the men.

"Sorry about the delay sir, we'll be there in ten minutes" Said the Driver

OOC: Lets have the gala and introduce everyone after the corronation

IC: It was corronation day. Viktor awoke in his chambers in Auchenleinen. The sun peeked in through the curtains rousing him gently from sleep. He heard the noise in the streets below the crowds of people from all over Greater Prussia had assembled to witness the days event and take part in the following festivities. Clad in his Royal Monogrammed Red Silk Pajamas he stayed away from the window so that none would see him in that state of readiness.

He headed into his large walkin closet that had been provided for him by the Jedi government. The Corronation robes and his Dress Uniform were all laid out immaculately. His aid shuffled in cautiously, and seeing he had just arisen kept a hushed tone as he said," Your Highness, we've just found out that they will be corronating you in the city centre, the town square, as you requested not to be corronated in a Cathedral or a Church."

"Yes." Viktor replied, "This is good. I don't want those Papists to have anything to do with my corronation and I want no one to believe that my power has anything to do with God or Christ. I am a man. That is all that I am. The only connection that God has to my rule is that he predestined it like everything else in this world and that he is the creater of the world."

"But your highness," the advisor said sheepishly, "Should we not display that your reign will seek to glorify God?"

"We need display nothing today, only do it later." Viktor replied. "All know of my religious bent and we need not say or display that I shall seek to glorify God as I shall just do it as my reign progresses."

"You speak truth as usual, your highness." the aid said with a slight bow. "Have you not heard that King Marcus has come to witness the corronation, and the Queen Mother, Sarah Thompson has come as well."

"Good, I am glad to hear this, I shall greet them when time allows." He paused, examining this new aide, "What happened to Heinrich? Why isn't he here for the most important day of my life to this point?"

"Your Highness," the aide glanced at the floor searching for the right words. "Heinrich was in a terrible car accident last night returning to the hotel. We didn't wake you as you needed your rest for the corronation, and he was just an aide."

"He was my friend also." Viktor sighed. "I would that you had awakened me...how is he doing?"

The aide sighed a bit, unsure of himself and said, "He is on life support now, but is expected to pull through."

"I must see him after the corronation. But for now I shall get dressed." Viktor paused, examining the robes. "Close the doors."

OOC: Anyone know how to put a pic on here? I don't know the code.

Auchenleinen, Jedi Revolutionits.

"So much for transport," thought President James Stone.
He had finally arrived at the village where the coronation was to take place, by a combination of walking and hitch hiking.
As he wandered through the village, President Stone thought about the remains of the horrific car crash that he had passed on the way here. He hoped noone was hurt.
OOC: Did the car crash happen in Jedi or not? If not, I'll edit it.

OOC a Village

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OOC:thanks jedi

OOC: I had the whole scenario typed out, but it didnt post, bugger. Well I shall try again later. But for now I am called elsewhere.

If it would be allowed, I, the Derscon Foreign Minister, Yuri Ivanovich, would like to attend the coronation.

10:48am Decembre 2nd, Town Centre

The Imperial Carriage, pulled by four white horses, red and black plumes atop their heads, comes to a halt infront of a long red carpet. Throngs of people were assembled in the square. They waved flags featuring the Imperial Crest and some carried Protestant standards with the words, "For Christ's Crown and Covenant" printed upon them. Pictures of Viktor were everywhere both small and large.

The carriage was brightly gilt all over, and bore the Imperial Crest, a crown of laurels with a "V" inside it and a traditional european crown atop it. The Imperial Eagle was sculpted in solid gold atop the carriage and was crowned with a european crown. In one claw, it carried a sceptre, in the other, three swords, a nod to Reichskamphen and Scotta.

The door opened, the Imperial footman, dressed as an 18th century Reichskamphian Royal Guardsman, helped Viktor step out of the Carriage. Following behind him was Marcus Antonius the Second, former King of the Triune Kingdom. They both walked up the carpet, both in Corronation robes. There was a large platform errected in the city centre, entirely out of stone. Atop it was a large Imperial Throne, richly upholstered in crimson silk with the Imperial Crest upon it and carved on the Top of the throne was Viktor Leipzig, Imperator et Rex Melior Pruissianorum (King and Emperor of the Greater Prussians) The Imperial Eagle was perched atop it and the arms were as lions' heads their mouths wide open. All the woodwork was gilt finely and the feet of the throne were in the classic claw and ball style.

Viktor sat upon the throne and, already wearing upon his head, the crown of Reichskamphen, removed it. He then said, "As a man cannot serve two masters, it obliges me to turn over the crown of Reichskamphen and Scotta to he who truly deserves it. It was him who had the crown taken from him who shall have it justly returned. It is my hope that he will forgive me for the wrongs I have done him and work with me for the good of his nation and Greater Prussia. I shall now administer to him the corronation oath.

'Do you, Marcus Antonius Thompson, swear to uphold the honour and dignity of the Crown of Reichskamphen, Russapovia, and Scotta; to serve the Kingdoms and the Citizens of Reichskamphen, Russapovia, and Scotta, even at the peril of your own life; and to put the interests of the nation ahead of those of your own? If so, say I do.' "

Marcus, kneeling before the throne, said, "I do."

Viktor continued, "In accordance with the Settlement of 1691, do you swear to uphold the Protestant faith, to oppose the Scarlet Scourge of Romanism, and to never marry or in otherwise give power in the kingdom to any man or woman who places his faith in the Pope of Rome? If so, say I do."

Still kneeling, Marcus said, "I do."

"Then by the power invested in me by the people of Reichskamphen, Russapovia, and Scotta, as well as the people of Greater Prussia, I do crown you, Marcus Antonius the Second, King of the Triune Kingdom." With that, Viktor placed te crown upon Marcus's head and said, "May God Bless your reign and your people."

The crowd let out a mighty cheer.

Then, the head of the Synod of Greater Prussia took the two sceptres laid out along with the crown on the corronation pillow. He asked to Viktor, "Do you swear to uphold the Protestant faith, to oppose evil wherever you find it, and to support the rule of Christ in Greater Prussia above any other master? If so, say I do."

Viktor said, "I do."

The head of the synod handed him a sceptre with a cross atop it, below written, "Sola Scriptura, Soli Deo Gloria" (Only the Scripture, Only for the Glory of God) Then he handed him another with a sword and a cross atop it saying, "Lignum Crucis, Signum Ducis" (Wood of the Cross, Standard of the Commander)

Viktor then glanced at the crown and at Jedi Master Hoth.

(All yours Jedi)

Jedi Master Hoth spoke to Viktor.

"Kneel down on both of your knees and bow." Viktor did as he was told. Jedi Master Hoth pulled his light saber from his belt and ignited it. He brushed on Viktors both shoulders. Viktor flinched but did not move other wise.

"Do you solemnly swear to uphold the dignity and honour of the Crown and the Region of Greater Prussia, to govern Justly and Mercifully, and to uphold the union of all states within the region and place the interests of Greater Prussia before those of your own, even at the peril of your own life? If so, say I do."

"I do."

"Rise." Jedi Master Hoth lifted the crown from its place and placed it on Viktors head. The light of the sun just before sun down shown through the clouds and lit all the darkness in the land. The crowd cheered and yelled for a new emperor had just become of.

Jedi Master Masaki and his Padawan learner applauded with the crowd.
"This is an impressive display, eh, Master?" Isaac exclaimed.
"Yes it is, my Padawan, yes it is."

Viktor stood before the crowd in his corronation robes and saluted. A lapel mic was then pinned onto the mantel of his robes and he began to address the crowd. "Today is a glorious day, today, the region of Greater Prussia has taken its first leap towards establishing itself as a world power. We, so recently a new region, have in a short time established ourselves well. Now what we must do is to continue our progress. I have many great plans and ideas for the advancement of the Empire. I also will have it known that it is one of my most furvent hopes that Greater Prussia will one day unite with her brothers around the world in a bond of Christian love that CANNOT be broken! The trip we started so recently is at an end. The Common Law, the Consulate Period, they are obselete things, here our region has found maturity. Here we have come to the end of our political journey. It is my hope that this Empire we have founded shall last long after my death! God Save Greater Prussia!"

The crowd cheered wildly and yelled back, "God Save the Emperor!"

King Marcus Antonius II and Emperor Viktor Leipzig I descended the platform and walked to the waiting Imperial carriage where the footman opened the door, helped them in, remounted, and sent the carriage off.

The Imperial Criers all around the square then announced, "Hear ye, hear ye! At 8 o'clock tonight, there will be a Corronation Ball in the Palace just outside of town. Dress in your best!"

OOC: It was still morning when this happened Jedi, this gives time people to get ready for the ball tonight. We will assume there was a palace outside the city from the older days.

Viktor stood before the crowd in his corronation robes and saluted. A lapel mic was then pinned onto the mantel of his robes and he began to address the crowd. "Today is a glorious day, today, the region of Greater Prussia has taken its first leap towards establishing itself as a world power. We, so recently a new region, have in a short time established ourselves well. Now what we must do is to continue our progress. I have many great plans and ideas for the advancement of the Empire. I also will have it known that it is one of my most furvent hopes that Greater Prussia will one day unite with her brothers around the world in a bond of Christian love that CANNOT be broken! The trip we started so recently is at an end. The Common Law, the Consulate Period, they are obselete things, here our region has found maturity. Here we have come to the end of our political journey. It is my hope that this Empire we have founded shall last long after my death! God Save Greater Prussia!"

The crowd cheered wildly and yelled back, "God Save the Emperor!"

King Marcus Antonius II and Emperor Viktor Leipzig I descended the platform and walked to the waiting Imperial carriage where the footman opened the door, helped them in, remounted, and sent the carriage off.

The Imperial Criers all around the square then announced, "Hear ye, hear ye! At 8 o'clock tonight, there will be a Corronation Ball in the Palace just outside of town. Dress in your best!"

OOC: It was still morning when this happened Jedi, this gives time people to get ready for the ball tonight. We will assume there was a palace outside the city from the older days.

OOC:ok

IC: Jedi Master Hoth clapped, but said nothing. He knew Viktor was very adept at deception and was very cunning. But he could only see and fortell that the political strive of the Greater Prussians was just beginning. Maybe not in Greater Prussia, but in the International spectrum

The small nation of Tobacystan does not wish to attend but gives you a carton of ciggarettes to celebrate.

Smoke all you wish.

Treize Jäkal, the Aviean führer, Steps out of a car that has just pulled up. He is flanked on both sides by SS bodygaurds.

"I'm not too late, am I ?"

The palace was alive with enthusiasm and excitement as the servants, cooks, guards, and guests filed through the doorways and throughout the palace. The palace was home of King Adnerald, King of Auchlenein. The palace was free to roam unless otherwise guard by SS guards dressed in Service Dress Attire. Selected SS Officers and Enlisted men were chosen individually by their commander and approved by the King himself for their duty and experience. Many nobles and administrators were to be present and all had to look well.

The Jedi Council had already arrived. They meditated in an open tower were the sun could be seen just above the hills. Along the tower pillars and down the outside walls, vegetation grew and just some 100 yards from the palace walls was Lake Meade. The rich proteins which invested itself in Meade. They kept the land for miles green all year round and only added to the beauty of the sight. The ancient settlers of the land settled here because of the easily accesible food supply and to raise the Temple of Oradus, where the race of the Jedi knight began.

SS guards lined the street providing security and directions to the people in the village. They were gentle and polite and would chit chat with everyone. Then there were the scoundrals who would try to cause trouble. Those who did were arrested and were escorted by vehicle to a camp just outside of town where nearly 2000 prisoners from around the country were serving time. All other non police and SS vehicles were not allowed in the village by the city council from the day motorized vehicles were brought into issue.

Carriages brought the distinct guests to the ball. Driven by more SS men, an SS man helped the guests out and an SS man announced them into the ball.

Jedi Master Hoth stood at the doorway leading into the main ball room where all the functions of the ball were to be performed. He greeted every beautiful and elegant lady with a bow and a kiss to the hand while a hand shake and a small chitchat went to the men. The Emperor was still getting ready.

The Emperor was standing in the bedroom he was provided to change in. His crown yet upon his head but the sceptre cast aside, laying on the bed. His robes hung up in regal fashion and his shoulders adorned instead with a blood red small cape. He was dressed all in crimson. From his doublet, down to his garters and his shoes. Even his shirt was crimson with the ruffles on the chest playing in the light.

He tossed his dark curly hair to the side and looked at his Steward. "Shall we go?" he said politely. He then walked out of the room and down a magnificent hallway. The guards posted in the hallway saluted with their rifles as they passed and lowerd the salute when they had gone by. The Emperor of Greater Prussia was walking down the hall. Most men in the army would not get a chance to see the Emperor this close in the olden days. But Viktor was not a traditional man. He was even known to be at the front with his troops.

Count von Magdeburg, the military genius who had won the Second Scottan War, gaining Viktor the Throne, met him on his way down. He was wearing a long curled brown wig, about down to his shoulders. He was dressed in black and burgundy with his face powdered just so. It was like a scene out of the 1700's. Both men had swords at their sides. Count von Magdeburg had the Sword of New Braunau, made for him by King Marcus Antonius's Personal Blacksmith commemorating the Scottan victory at New Braunau. The Emperor wore his Corronation sword still. It was made of gold, with an enormous diamond in the pommel. It looked much like the sword Napoleon Bonaparte wore when he was crowned Emperor, infact, it was rumoured that it was the very same sword.

They reached the door to the ballroom. Count von Magdeburg opened the doors and the Emperor and his Steward walked through. The SS man at the door announced, "Presenting, his Imperial Highness, Viktor Leipzig the First, Emperor of All the Greater Prussians!" The room errupted in cheers, "God Save the Emperor!" was heard to be shouted allthroughout. Viktor made a small courtly bow as Magdeburg watched on proudly, knowing he had made this all possible.

King Marcus Antonius II then followed behind Viktor, there were cheers, but not as many, and not as loud. The only exception were the Generals of the Old Royal Guard in the room who yelled loud enough to make up for all those who weren't. They loved their King. They loved the Thompson family.

The room was still, as was court ettiquette. Viktor then politely, and lightly clapped his hands twice and said, "You may carry on."

The music then resumed and the people began to dance and talk and eat again under the watchful gaze of the SS guards and the Emperor himself. He walked up to the throne placed above the Ballroom floor and took a seat in it. A small dog, a Boston Terrier perhaps, ran up to the Emperor and started licking his boots. The steward started to hit the dog with his staff but Viktor bade him hold off. He then picked the puppy up, sat him in his lap and began to pet him. He announced, "Who's dog is this!" The room stilled and silence fell. He asked again, a bit quieter now that attention was had, "Who's dog is this?" No one answered. "It must be a stray then as it has no tags. How a stray puppy could get in the palace I have no clue, perhaps it is one of the hired help's. Then, the steward leaned over and said. "I saw the head butler with a dog like that."

"Good, where is the chap then?" Viktor enquired.

"He...died sir. He was 75. It happens." the Steward responded sadly.

"Well then," Viktor Paused, "This Dog shall be called..." he paused to think of a name, "Traveller!"

He then took a small piece of wire from one of his sleves, twisted into a small crown and said, " I do crown thee, Traveller, Emperor of All the Greater Prussian Dogs!"

To: Government of the Jedi Revolutionist
From: Dr. Seth Steinberg-Weisseinbaum, David President of the Holy Republic of Judaisrael

Sirs and Madames:

My support and prescence at this most auspicious occasion rests on one element: Is your German-style government also a Nazi entity? If not, please do accept our warmest congratulations and send RSVP information to the Judaisraeli Consulate or Embassy nearest you. However, if you are indeed a Nazi-inspired governor, please accept our sorrow for hearing so, and our regrets that we cannot make it due to conflict of diplomatic interests.

Please wire a telegram to the Office of the President of Judaisrael, or post on this message board. Many thanks for your time and consideration.

Sincerely,

Dr. Seth Steinberg-Weissenbaum, Davidic President of the Holy Republic of Judaisrael

I don't speak for Jedi, but there are some Nazis we have allied with in the past, but this..as you can tell...is an Imperial Monarchy. Greater Prussia has no ties to the Nazi party and denounces the anti Jewish sentiments espoused by their leaders. Greater Prussia is most accepting of all types although the majority of the nations are Protestant Christian. The Emperor himself is a Fundamentalist Bible Protestant.

We hope you see fit to send a representative.

His Emminance,
Count Dietrich von Oberhausen
Foreign Ambassador for His Majesty's Imperial Government

The Archduke Philip IV, tonight dressed in a fairly plain but well-cut uniform of cream trimmed with scarlet silk and woven with the finest gold, entered the Grand Ballroom. Seeing the newly crowned Emperor a distance away, the Archduke strode across the breadth of the crowded ballroom. As the Emperor had just finished laughing at a witticism of another foreign diplomat, the Archduke arrived to join the Emperor and his group.

"Your Majesty, may your empire and your reign prove to be long and glorious," the Archduke stated as he bowed gracefully to the Emperor.

"And to you esteemed ladies and gentlement..." the Archduke finished, bowing to each member of the small throng that had gathered around the monarch.

After a bit of royal repartee, the Archduke excused himself from the group. He set off in one direction, spurs on high cavalry boots jangling with each step, in search of other foreign dignitaries with which he can discuss various matters of importance and of triviality.