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Acting Premier Roger Fabus has spoken to the world and declared, "In these dangerous times, when the world is on the brink of war, we need to do all that we can to lessen tensions and to go about securing peace. War is not something to be glorified. Over 300,000 CM and Colonial soldiers died in Angola, as did millions of native terrorists. War is not something that should be lobbied for or cheered for. War is an evil that must be stamped out, and the way to stamp out war is through peace. And to achieve peace we must discuss the problems that various nations have with each other and their policies. We must be willing to accept each other as having something to say that is worth listening to so that all sides can feel their voices have been heard. Towards these ends, I am calling for a world peace conference to be held in an as yet undetermined location."


All nations that are involved in "tensions" with CM or any League of Empire Loyalists member, are urged to attend these talks.

Interesting. While I have no tensions with CM, I certainly do not like your imperialistic actions. Of course I do not like the imperialistic actions of The Parthians and I am allied with him. So what I am trying to say is that I would be interested in listening in on these peace talks.

I would be interested in listening in on these peace talks.

Likewise.

Even though, as a Fascist (Nazi) nation (Formerly known as Der Auftrag) and we usually do not commence in any sort of activities with communists, we are willing to listen to this conference.

Rudolf Hessoff,
Head of Political Relations


*Mind you; There is no promise that we will abide or endorse the world uniting peace you propose.

Roger Fabus is declaring that, "What happened in Angola must never be allowed to happen again. Therefore, the Federal Army units in the commonwealth nations will never be totally withdrawn. But we are more than willing to make sweeping reforms in regards to the rights of the various non-white peoples in the various parts of the Commonwealth. It has often been said that the CM Commonwealth is overly harsh in their treatment on the non-white peoples that make up part of the Commonwealth. It is more that CM is firm but fair, we will try to be even more fair in the future. We will begin announcing reform ideas the peace conferences."

Even though, as a Fascist (Nazi) nation (Formerly known as Der Auftrag) and we usually do not commence in any sort of activities with communists, we are willing to listen to this conference.

Rudolf Hessoff,
Head of Political Relations


*Mind you; There is no promise that we will abide or endorse the world uniting peace you propose.


Occ- We're a right-wing white supremacist nation.

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=345515

OOC: Who are you and what have you done with the old CM? :confused:

OOC: Who are you and what have you done with the old CM? :confused:


Occ- CM has always been a right-wing white supremacist nation!

OOC: Don't I feel like an imbecile. v.v (Likewise @ white-suprememacy nation; OBVIOUSLY)

The Foreign Minister will be attending these meetings.

A security team of one hundred Imperial Guards will be coming with him.

While we will attend, we do not anticipate any developments from this conference, which will doubtless simply be used by Mississippi as an opportunaity to wrangle out more concessions from those too blind, idealistic or pro-appeasement to resist them.

Roger Fabus will attend guarded by an entire Brigade of the Special Republican Guard Division "Curtis Fabus" (Over 5,000 men, 300 T-98 tanks, etc)

To: Communist Mississippi
From: Fascist Confederacy

After rather bluntly becoming aware of your somewhat more Fascist than proper Marxism. The Fuhrer wishes to form a Blood Brotherhood Pact between the two nations. If you have likewise interests, please make contact with the Reich Security Head Office.

Ah. Since Roger Fabus is attentding, we will not be attending any discussions. We can no more negotiate with him than we might be able to perform a heart bypass with a piece of linen.

Ah. Since Roger Fabus is attentding, we will not be attending any discussions. We can no more negotiate with him than we might be able to perform a heart bypass with a piece of linen.


Occ- Then who do we send to represent us? Would Paul Stahlecker be okay?

OOC: Where are these talks to be held?

I'll hold them, if no one minds. Kremlin Palace can accommidate everyone.

Ah. Since Roger Fabus is attentding, we will not be attending any discussions. We can no more negotiate with him than we might be able to perform a heart bypass with a piece of linen.

Occ- DPUO has no interest in peace then, he must be a warmonger!

No, I merely see that Fabus is an imbecilic imperialist christian fanatic white supremacist, and that since I despise anybody who has these characteristics individually, mulet alone together, there can be no discussion with him. Fabus will not move from CM's stance on several issues, including racist policies, imperialist policies, weapons control etc, and thus there can be no discussion. I am willing to pursue discusssions, but not with someone who will budge less than a cliff hit with a small toffee hammer.

No, I merely see that Fabus is an imbecilic imperialist christian fanatic white supremacist, and that since I despise anybody who has these characteristics individually, mulet alone together, there can be no discussion with him. Fabus will not move from CM's stance on several issues, including racist policies, imperialist policies, weapons control etc, and thus there can be no discussion. I am willing to pursue discusssions, but not with someone who will budge less than a cliff hit with a small toffee hammer.


Occ- We are willing to ease racial laws in the commonwealth. But Mississippi herself will never allow non-whites to become citizens of Mississippi. But we recognize that the natives in parts of our commonwealth need to have more rights.

That's one issue. What about the others? Oh and by the way there're also the problems of CW/BW proliferation and overt aggressiveness to deal with.

That's one issue. What about the others? Oh and by the way there're also the problems of CW/BW proliferation and overt aggressiveness to deal with.


As a diverse nation, full of ethicities from all around the world, we condemn CM for calling a 'peace conference' when it cannot even manage to maintain full peace within its own nation, due to the...imbalances of racial laws. We agree with DPUO that your issues within your nation need to be solved first.

We are unsure if we would like to attend this conference, as we do not completely trust CM, when it comes to security.

To see Mississippi proposing a "world peace conference" is disgraceful. Their actions belie their words and remind us of the reasons why our forefathers seceded from the other states of North America.

--A' Bhanntaireachd newspaper editorial page, Bennavannin

OOC:

Hey, I have an idea. We can all come to the Kremlin. DPUO, we can discuss everything at the talks, in a relaxed environment. The Kremlin has a very LARGE lounge room. (about two and a half acres big)

Security will be tight, and nothnig will happen. Relax.

Yes, I'm pushing the fact that I want it held in Kremlin Palace.

Occ- CM has always been a right-wing white supremacist nation!

OOC: No, it's just that you, the biggest warmonger IN THE ENTIRE NS UNIVERSE (excluding AMF, of course), are calling for a peace conference.

Then again, you could be just putting on a front like Hitler at Munich, so if that's your true intention, I apologize for my previous suspicions :D

OOC: Yes, alright, IF CM will actually shift an inch from his position. But I don't think he will, and I'm sick of being played for a fool by him. Anyway, we'll have to do this conference here, since you lack MSN, right? :(

As an alternative, perhaps it should be held in the Conference Hall in Angola, as a testament to what has happened there. Seryown would like to attend the conference.

DPUO, be sensible. Though you may hate Fabus and his government, that is not the issue here. The issue here is preventing a nuclear holocaust. I myself will attend.

Premier Alec Mannerheim
Republic of Sevaris

OOC: Yes, alright, IF CM will actually shift an inch from his position. But I don't think he will, and I'm sick of being played for a fool by him. Anyway, we'll have to do this conference here, since you lack MSN, right? :(


Occ- I think everybody will be pleased with the concessions I'm willing to make. I think it is fair to everybody, natives and settlers.

Roger Fabus will go to the Kremlin, but his father (who is bed ridden) will be very angry if something happens to him, like say he gets shot in the face. He might hold some nations responsible. If security is guaranteed then we're okay with going.

We'll go to the Kremlin. As long as Security is good. The Premier has no desire to be shot.

OOC: Oh yeah, like your last round of bloody "concessions"! I will attend the conference. If you stand down your ICBMs I will stand down mine. But not first. You are the aggressor; you stand down first.

Sevaris: Preventing a nuclear holocaust is just what I'd like. But I trust CM as far as I can throw the HMS Invincible.

Look- as much as we all hate each other, we can still rely on the principle of M.A.D.. I think that needs no further explanation. Let's just try to resolve this dispute like gentleman, ya?

A group of five men enter the conference building. In the center stands a man with an ebony Generals attire. Many medals and honors line the torso and shoulders of the 6'2", brown haired, green eyed man. The four other men, quickly identified as some sort of secret service also surround the man. Each identical: Black business hat, black shirt and slacks, black 10 eye boots, and black dusters. Yet the surprise of the 'men' are their visage. Each appears featureless spare the small valleys and peaks of their features, yet lacking visable nostrils, eyes, ears, hair, and lips. From the center of the ontorage, quickly identified General Kliff Albrecht speaks, "All this bickering at a peace conference? I'm holding back my chuckles." Yet this mere phrase seems emotionless.
The mysterious group passes Roger Fubas, standing at a rear oblique angle to him, "The Fascist Confederacy backs CM... And we find it, sorry to be offensive, but it is immature to bicker here."

Hattia would be willing to attend this conference. Even though we hate Communist Mississippi's (Why the hell do you call yourself communist?) right wing, racist, imperialistic policies. We would like peace.

I have stood down mi nuclear forces, as has CM. I still don't trust him a millimetre, I still won't give in to him if at all avoidable, and I still expect nothing, but I'm here, and waiting for some conferrring to begin.

Excellent. Now that we are all relatively calm, let us begin to begin. Now- What's the whole f*cking problem here? Let's have both sides express their grievances, and we'll see about compromising.

Security will be at its highest. After all, the capitol is just a gigantic military base -- it is doubtful any terrorists will get in.

Air traffic control for Rekjyavich Andropov Military City, the capitol, will be alerted of the arrival of the planes. A Dersconi Mach-10 X-33 Jet can be sent to pick people up, if they want.

Upon entering Dersconi Airspace, a wing of Imperial Airguards will escort you to the runway in the city. From there, a convoy consisting of a limo, three SUV's, two Hummers, three Warthogs, and three M1A1 Abrams tanks will escort you to the Palace. From there, the Imperial Guardsmen will escort you to the lounge, overlooking the beautiful Tirgis River. ;)

The 777 touched down at the airport in Moscow. Roger Fabus threw a cigar on the ground as he stepped out of the plane, a servant picked it up and placed it into a trash can. He was hear to talk peace with people he hated, but peace was always preferrable to war.



He got into the limousine that pulled out of the cargo hold of the plane and they were off to the Kremlin.


His door was opened by a guard and he stepped out. He strode into the building like a victor striding to accept the surrender of a vanquished foe. His medals gleamed on the uniform he wore. The uniform of a cavalry general of the Republican Guard Internal Security Army.



Roger Fabus stood 6'6 weighing in at 242lbs with brown hair and piercing blue eyes. His presence was felt by all those around him. His guards stood around him keeping a close eye on those around him.

We shall send Marshal of the Navy Mike "Mick" Tracy.

OOC: Mick is a hard-liner of the old school, who basically views CM as a worthless lump of dirt to be crushed beneath his boots. He is also however a relentless pragmatist, having spent 30 years in the Navy, and extremely professional. He is thus able to put his loathing of CM and his positive disgust of the Fabuses to one side - providing CM's demands don't get too outrageous. He is 6'5.5" with red hair and a rather odd red beard, and has a very "no bullshit" manner about him. Prone to lsoe his temper with people he doesn't like if provoked.

Excellent. Now that we are all relatively calm, let us begin to begin. Now- What's the whole f*cking problem here? Let's have both sides express their grievances, and we'll see about compromising.

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You know, if we start right off the bat, then what is the point of holding it? Isn't it the point of it being a thread to RP the coming, the discussion, the interatction, and the leaving?

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You know, if we start right off the bat, then what is the point of holding it? Isn't it the point of it being a thread to RP the coming, the discussion, the interatction, and the leaving?


Agreed, let me edit above post.

Not to me. We all know who we are, we all know what we want, and we're all here. Let's get moving.

OOC: I was just trying to get them started on a good note.

IC: *Premier Alec Mannerheim arrived at the palace, after a short plane trip*

OOC: Premier Mannerheim has led Sevaris since the toppling of the left-wing government three years ago, and those three years have brought nothing but prosperity to the nation. He is loved among his people for his brilliant handling of the Kahta affair, and he is regarded by many in the government as a champion of human rights. He is a dictator, yes, but his oppostion is limited to the Communists/Socialists. He despies CM's racist policies, but he wishes for global peace and unity, so he feels negotiation is necessary.

Tracy entered, having walked briskly from the port, and examined the room. Most impressive. And yes, there was that wretched excuse for a human Fabus, with his lackeys fawning around him. Poodles. He spat angrily on the step and entered the room.

The private jet of the House President, the Grace, as this one was called, landed in the most normal way a jet can land. Officers of Protection streamed out the front, followed by Mr. Mason and then by more Protection agents and his executive assistant. He was a relatively short man, slim, and he seemed much younger than he actually was, with a smile that made others smile and expressions that made it seem like he really, erneastly believes what he was saying. Right now he was only talking to the Protection agents, but it would still have seemed that way to passers-by.

Mannerheim entered the room, appearing tired after three straight days of no sleep. He had been busy trying to find ways to resolve this crisis. He glanced at Tracy, and he then glanced at Fabus. He then thought that, given their current dispositions, the negotiations would not go well, but, perhaps he was wrong. He then muttered "May god help us all," and proceeded to the table.

Tracy followed Mannerheim, remembering how he had sent, with a heavy heart, more than 500 ships to his nation's aid, at the risk of more than 100,000 of his countrymen's lives. You owe me one, damn you, he thought.

OOC: Okay, let's assume you all just entered the Great Hall of the Palace.
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From the balcony, the Czar looked at the arriving guests. My God, they are just like little children. He looked up at the gigantic cross mounted above the doors into the palace. Christ, be with us, for more reasons than one. He walked down the stairs to meet the guests. Standing at a towering 6'6.6''m, and 305lbs (all muscle, girlie men!!! :P), he was extremely intimidating with the Czar's uniform on. "I'm glad you could all come. I am Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov III, Monarch of the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon. Right this way, please." He led his guests to the back of the Great Hall, and opened the giant titanium doors. HE led his guests into the lounge.

The lounge, coverning two and a half acres, was a sight to see. With two Chandelleers (sp?) at both ends, five book cases, two 69'' plasma screen TV's, Two billiard tables, five big couches, arranged in a pentagon, facing each other, ten recliners, slots, arcades, a bar, and a soda fountain, It was definitely something you would NOT expect in a government building.

THe Czar took off the cape and hung it up in the closet. "Relax, hang up your coats, etc. Make yourself at home." He flopped himself in a couch and motioned to the couches. "Sit, please."

Mannerheim sat down on the couch, and began to ponder. He started to wonder what would happen if these talks failed.

Mr. Mason made idle chatter with some members of the delegation sent by Communist Mississippi, hoping he was making a few friends, and then at the direction of his assistant he proceeded to a recliner, but refused to actually make use of its recliner function, instead sitting up in an effort to stay alert. "Premier Fabus, it is good to meet in person."

About Roger Fabus

Roger “Bloody Saber” Fabus (19) A son of the Premier and deputy commander of the entire Republican Guard. Also works in the Domestic Intelligence branch of the Department of Internal Security. Famed for his fights against tribals (Indians in Mississippi and Blacks in Africa) Commands the 2nd Brigade of Horse Cavalry in the RGISA (It is an independent brigade but it operates within the Republican Guard Internal Security Army). He received his nickname when he was 18 after his unit ran out of ammunition in a battle against Indians and he launched a saber charge that routed the Indians and won the battle. 6’6. 242lbs. Brown hair, blue eyes.

"Marshal Tracy. At your service, of course. Hopefully these talks will be productive ones. I know I'm damned sick of seeing him get away with murder, and I'm damned sick of having to send off my children to fight him. Yes, both my children serve in the Navy, Mr. Mannerheim. My son and my daughter. I do not wish war, despite what you might think." His voice softened. "I love my children, and my wife. I want them to live in a world that is peaceful and prosperous and free." He hardened again. "And that is why I will not rest until I have beaten some sort of retreat from these creatures - or until I have instigated the building to crush them." He turned and marched through the doors, a cold smile on his cracked, scarred face.

"Marshal, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am forever grateful to your nation for helping Sevaris in her time of need. I know you don't want war, neither do I. I was just trying to make us seem civil to CM, so that, perhaps, we can force him to back down. We just need to stay firm."

After he spoke with Admiral Tracy, Mannerheim lit a cigar, and glanced at Fabus again.

He then thought to himself:

"I hate that bastard and his family. Damn him. Damn them all. Bastards nearly caused me to go to war with his f*cking mercenaries. I must be civil, but I'm not gonna buddy up with this prick."

Roger snapped his fingers and an aide placed a cigar in his mouth and another one lit it for him. He waved his hand at them in a dismissive manner and they stepped a few steps back and sat down.


He smiled at those around him, thinking, "How long do I have to be here and smell these filthy morons, I could be in Mississippi now."

Can't even light your own? You pretentious piece of shit. Go back to that dump of yours where the hicks roam free, and leave me in peace. He suppressed the voice in his head crying out for him to find a sharp object and use it to discreetly piece Fabus' throat, and concentrated on not losing his temper.

Mr. Mason looked slightly put out. "I'm sorry, Acting Premier, did you hear me? I said it was good to finally meet in person." His smile quickly flickered back on. He turned toward Mannerheim and Tracy, and then, as if deciding them inferior already, turned back to Fabus.

The Czar stared in discust at Roger Fabus. Goddamnit! He'll stain the fucking walls and smell the whole place up! He got up from the couch and turned on the overhead fans. they were designed that even at the highest speed they would not make a sound. He turned it on high and opened up the vents in the roof. He shook his head and went back to the group. He sat down opposite of Roger Fabus and looked at him.

"I'm sorry to be rude, Mr. Fabus," the Czar started. "But do you HAVE to smoke? It will stain the walls, stink up the whole room, and might burn the couch."

Mannerheim was watching Fabus, and he began thinking again.

"What a f*cking asshole. He can't even light his own god-damn cigar- he has to get one of his attendants to do it for him. Little mofo....I'd kill him if I had the chance- but- must remain civil. Must not do a Dean Scream. Why can't Mississippi just stay in f*cking Mississippi anyway....they'd be better off keeping their own little inbred mofos there."

Mannerheim's attention was then piqued when the Czar yelled at Fabus.

"Good for him. SOMEONE needed to do it."

OOC: Remember, guys, we are in a LOUNGE. a RELAXING, calm lounge.

With a soda fountain and a bar, too. Serve yourself! Glasses are on the counter by the soda fountain. We have Coke and Pepsi products. ;)

Are we going to get started or are we going to look ornamental and then go back to threatening each other?" Tracy muttered sourly.

People's General of the Hattian 5th Army Hasnoropov's first impression of the room was, "Showing off, eh?" Unfortunately, he had a bad feeling that these talks weren't going to end well. Weighing in at 225 pounds and about 6'5" tall with a sword on his belt, and looking quite intimidating in his military uniform. If one looked into his steel-gray eyes, it seemed like they pierced into their very souls. It was this reason that he was charged with interrogating high level prisoners. He took a seat on one of the couches and began to look around the room.

"I'll be damned if I know. Just like boys with toys."

Mannerheim then decided to try to mend sour relations.

"DRINKS ON ME," he yelled.

Mr. Mason looked slightly put out. "I'm sorry, Acting Premier, did you hear me? I said it was good to finally meet in person." His smile quickly flickered back on. He turned toward Mannerheim and Tracy, and then, as if deciding them inferior already, turned back to Fabus.


Fabus stuck his hand out and warmly said, "Pleasure to meet you"

The Czar stared in discust at Roger Fabus. Goddamnit! He'll stain the fucking walls and smell the whole place up! He got up from the couch and turned on the overhead fans. they were designed that even at the highest speed they would not make a sound. He turned it on high and opened up the vents in the roof. He shook his head and went back to the group. He sat down opposite of Roger Fabus and looked at him.

"I'm sorry to be rude, Mr. Fabus," the Czar started. "But do you HAVE to smoke? It will stain the walls, stink up the whole room, and might burn the couch."

He took a deep drag on the cigar, blew it right into the Czar's face and said in an arrogant tone, "Not Mr. Fabus, Acting-Premier Fabus. But you may call me Roger" his tone changed to friendly as he said the last part

Tracy's cool slipped for a minute. "Ach, why don't you go and pollute someone else's room. Heaven knows you stain the decor enough already by being here. And drop the arrogant crap, Fabus. You're damn lucky I'm here at all."

"I am sure that my pleasure far outweighs yours. How is Mr. Stahlecker doing? I was only a Houseman at the time, but I assure you I strongly pressured for an intervention to help your evacuation of Angola, and I was glad to see he survived." Mr. Mason's expression shifted to one of genuine concern.

Mannerheim sat at the bar, drinking a nice cool glass of Vanilla Pepsi. He then heard Fabus's exchange with the Czar, and muttered-

"How schizophrenic. The man blows tobacco smoke into the guy's face....then he's trying to be all buddy-buddy with him. Schizo. Must be one of those Ye Ole Mississippi birth defects."

Mannerheim chuckled to himself, then went back to drinking.

Mannerheim then gave Tracy a big thumbs up.

Tracy grinned at that beneath his ebullient red beard, and ambled to the bar, pouring himself a whisky as he arrived. "I see these are gonna be fun," he offered with a grin.

Hasnoropov stood up and approached the Czar. As he approached, he noticed how tall the Czar was. "Damn, I'm not used to looking up to people..."

"*Mr. Andropov..." he said extending his hand, "It's nice to meet you..." He looked at Fabus with an amount of disgust. "I thought this was supposed to be a diplomatic meeting, you know..."

*Hattians very rarely call royalty by their titles, except in special occasions"

"Yep. This is going to be just like a Jerry episode. Here's to international politics." Mannerheim then switched to vodka.

"I love a vodka in the evening- just the perfect thing after dealing with so many mofos."

"Aye, aye. Bloody worthless bastard. Still, our task we must perform, eh?" He raised his glass. "To strength!"

Mannerheim raised his glass as well- "To strength." Mannerheim clinked his glass. Mannerheim said to Tracy, "I've got a great question- how does some concieted f*ck like Fabus come into power? I mean, the man is just a bleedin' prick. Even rednecks wouldn't support a prick."

THe Czar's eyes literally glew red and the smoke was whirled away.
"I do not appreciate your disrespect for those around you. I would learn some manners, young man." The Czar was about forty-two years old, so Fabus was like a teenager to him. (OOC: Wait a minute.... ;) )THe Czar looked up at the Hattian, and the glow disappeared. He got nicer, stood up, and walked to the General.
"I did not expect a Hattian here! Make yourself at home." He looked down at the sword, and the Hattian General caught the Czar raising an eyebrow. THe Czar looked at his own (ignoring the fact that the room is decorated with about thirty swords, and a couple shields) and asked the General, pointing to the sword. "May I?"

Tracy laughed sourly. "Lies, armed takeovers, plain stupidity. Not uncommon in the world is it? You know, he reminds me of Hitler. He absolutely cannot accept that he's on the back foot. What a moron." He coughed. "I tell ya man, he'll fall under the weight of his own head one of these days."

Roger Fabus was sitting down and enjoying a glass of brandy that a servant had brought him. One of the generals that was with him walked up to him holding a phone, he tapped Roger on the shoulder and said, "Excuse me, your whiteness, there is a telephone call for you, its Governor General Henry Stahlecker of Western Sahara. He says it's urgent."


Roger took the call and started screaming, "What? When? Where? How many? Well damnit do you have enough troops to pry them apart? Well use the police. What? Not enough still? Well deputize settlers and tell them to pry them apart, I don't want anarchy in Western Sahara."


He turned back and told the nearest foreign diplomat, "Troubles in the Western Sahara, the 500,000 black refugees from Angola that we settled in WS were fighting with the arabian natives. We're keeping them apart though, we'll try to make sure they are in separate regions of the nation until we can find a way to settle all the black refugees back into Angola."

In Western Sahara 5,000 Commonwealth Reserve soldiers and 5,000 Commonwealth Regulars were forming lines to keep the two mobs, black and arab, from killing each other. Over 12,000 deputized whites also were helping. It looked as though everything would die down and the tensions between the blacks and arabs would be eased, at least for now. The rain was coming and nobody wanted to fight in the rain, most of the crowds turned and started to head home.

"Yep. The asshole will collapse under his own regime. Ah well..he needs to be removed from the gene pool anyway."

Mannerheim then overheard the Czar's exchange with Fabus and smirked. He then flashed the Czar a big thumbs-up.

He then turned and talked to Tracy again-"Wait- Freaky, ain't it? The Czar is old enough to be Fabus's father. What's a teenager doing running a major power like CM? I mean, i'm no old fart myself, but I'm not a teenager..."

Mannerheim raised his glass as well- "To strength." Mannerheim clinked his glass. Mannerheim said to Tracy, "I've got a great question- how does some concieted f*ck like Fabus come into power? I mean, the man is just a bleedin' prick. Even rednecks wouldn't support a prick."


Occ- This is Roger Fabus, the arrogant 2nd youngest son of Premier Curtis Fabus, who is currently injured and bed ridden.



Fabus Family



Premier Curtis Fabus (43) Head of state and government for Communist Mississippi. Also, he is the leader of the Revolutionary Right Party. American descended from English. Ranked as the 3rd handsomest public figure in CM. Richest man in CM due to that fact he takes 1% of all national taxes for himself, and he owns many companies. Spiritual leader of White Knights of Mississippi. CEO of Fabus Premium Tobacco Inc. Fabus Munitions Inc. 6’4. 200lbs. Brown hair, blue eyes. Tattoo of the 1st Parachute Division on his right shoulder. Has a parachute with an M-14 rifle above it, below parachute it says “1st Parachute Division” Below that it says “Cambodia 1983”. Large scar on his back from the shoulder to the small of the back from fragments of a soviet grenade and on the lower back an old scar from a 7.62x39mm wound.


George Fabus (22) A son of the Premier and he is also the deputy commander of Domestic Intelligence for the Department of Internal Security. Controls all access to Premier Fabus (nobody sees the Premier without going through George Fabus). 6’2. 192lbs. Red hair, green eyes.

Eleanor Fabus (21) A daughter of the Premier, she is the Minister of Education. Approved the requirement for racial science, political loyalty, and weapons training to take place in all schools, whether public or private. 5’8. 124lbs. Blonde hair, blue eyes.


Henry Fabus (20) A son of the Premier and Deputy Minister of Defense. Oversees all civil guards units. Also works in the Domestic Intelligence branch of the Department of Internal Security. 6’3. 214lbs, Black hair, green eyes.

Roger “Bloody Saber” Fabus (19) A son of the Premier and deputy commander of the entire Republican Guard. Also works in the Domestic Intelligence branch of the Department of Internal Security. Famed for his fights against tribals (Indians in Mississippi and Blacks in Africa) Commands the 2nd Brigade of Horse Cavalry in the RGISA (It is an independent brigade but it operates within the Republican Guard Internal Security Army). He received his nickname when he was 18 after his unit ran out of ammunition in a battle against Indians and he launched a saber charge that routed the Indians and won the battle. 6’6. 242lbs. Brown hair, blue eyes.

Victoria Fabus (18) A daughter of the Premier serves as the Minister of Justice for the People’s Justice Department (It’s just a kangaroo court). Also she serves as a diplomat in the department of foreign relations. 5’8. 126lbs Red hair, hazel eyes.

William Fabus (17) A son of the Premier he is a Dashing and charming horse cavalry general who is also a superb tactician. Commands the 1st Brigade of Horse Cavalry in the RGISA (It is an independent brigade but it operates within the Republican Guard Internal Security Army). 6’1. 197lbs. Blonde hair, green eyes.

"Well, we do have an interest in peace." He withdrew the sword and held the hilt out to the Czar. The sword was a Hattian Zaksal. It was curved slightly at the end and was also much heavier there, designed so that the impact of the sword would do damage in addition to the cuts that it caused.

"Your Whitness? What kind of crap is that? Must...resist....temptation. Must...remain...civil." Mannerheim then took another swig of vodka, in an attempt to control his temper.

Mr. Mason looked displeased. "Sir, if you want any help at all from us, I'll be happy to order some Marines up there on the double." He shrugged. "At least it would be a change in pace from having to sit around here and smile for them." A shake of his head made it clear that he meant the two who had been busily insulting Fabus. "I fear that I'm beginning to be a trifle bored."

"I know, I know. Wretched isn't it? That a worthless gob of sputum like him could come to power anywhere on earth make you lose hope for the race. Or lose the will not to blow off his head."

"The worst thing is, there's a whole generation of children who are being raised to his beliefs. That means millions upon millions of racist redneck pinheads controlling one of the most powerful arsenals in the world. Scary, to say the least."

THe Czar twirled it around a bit. "Nice. Very nice." He handed the sword back. He motioned to where other diplomats were -- at the bar. "I know where I'm going" he said with a sly grin. He walked over to the bar and got himself a vodka.

"Evenin' Czar. Looking particularly fine tonight. Heaven knows we need all the ceremony we can get. Might get it into that thick little brat's head that he isn't at home where he can do what he likes."

Roger Fabus was talking in afrikaans to one of his generals who was a boer from South Africa but fled when Apartheid fell apart. They were talking mostly about how South Africa was doing, the general had been back there recently.


They were speaking in Afrikaans that roughly translated into:

(Roger) "Well General how is Cape Town doing?"

(General) "You might as well call it coon town sir, it's been overrun! Same as Johannesburg."

(Roger) "That's a shame, such a lovely country ruined. Oh well, I guess that's what happens when the world forces a nation to accept untolerable demands."

(General) "Just make sure you accept nothing that is untolerable."

(Roger) "Agreed."

Roger Fabus and the others in his group were showing off their pistols to some of the foreign diplomats. Roger exclaimed, "I'd bet I could shoot the cork off that wine bottle at 50 yards easily! Shall we go outside and see?"

May I send a delegate or am I to minor a player?

The General sheathed his sword. "Good idea." He followed the Czar over to the bar. He looked over at the fountain drinks... "Coke, Pepsi... What's that?" he thought. "Oh well..." He got a shot of vodka and downed it in one gulp, and then got another...

Listening to Fabus brag about his shooting ability, he spun around on the stool. "Bah, I bet I could outshoot you all, I've been doing it since I was three years old..."

Communist Mississippi hosting a peace conference is like Saddam Hussein hosting a tea party.

Axis Nova

Roger Fabus was sitting back telling his friends from other nations, "You should have seen me in the campaign on the central indian reservation in Mississippi in june. It was brilliant! 2,500 of my cavalrymen and we crushed 50,000 indian warriors and 200,000 other savages."


Occ- other = unarmed

"Truly amazing, sir." Mason grinned. "Personally, I find that I'm under far too much pressure from the rest of this accursed House to actually get anything done, but I tell you, with them out of the way..." He gave a dark look to the rest of the room before reassuming his smile. "But I had already heard of your exploits, of course. Who could have not?"

The following law will no longer be enforced in Commonwealth (African) territories:


Citizenship Clarification Act of 1992- Passed at the urging of General Reginald Smith and Propaganda Minister Joseph Mladic. It established that non-whites were not citizens under the law and therefore were entitled to no protections that the law afforded. However, it upheld that they were bound by the laws the regulate behavior, commerce, etc, and they could be punished for breach of such laws. Signed into law by Arthur Frick.


The new law will read, "The negroid and arabic races, shall be treated as equals under the law in the Commonwealth territories in Africa. As such they are now entitled to a jury of their peers and a fair trial."

CM will begin establishing the 35 million arabs in Mississippian Egypt into their own separate but equal cities.

They will be allowed to elect local officials just as whites elect their own local officials.

The whites are allowed to vote for the Commonwealth legislature (it basically just governs commerce and industry for the entire commonwealth nation in question)

The non-whites will be allowed to vote for their "tribal councils" which will have power over the non-white cites.

Statement by the Foreign Ministry
THe Czar congradulates the CM goverment in taking these steps toward civilization.
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Lounge in the Kremlin

The Czar shook his head at Fabus' bragging. THe Czar whirled around, and spoke to the group. "You think you're all good? Watch this."
The Czar whipped out a gold plated .50 Desert Eagle, spun around to face to bookshelf, and shot behind him, without being able to see the target.About 50 yards from he was standing, a target had nine bullets in it, making the shape of a smiley face. He spun back around, reloaded, and holstered the desert Eagle. He then smiled, and took another shot of vodka.

"Ahh" he said to the Hattian general. "How I do love being a Czar." Just then, fifty Imperial Guardsmen burst into the room, weapons raised. They looked around curiously, and the commander walked up to the Czar.

"Is everything alright, sir?" Then he heard one of the Guardsmen shout "Holy shit! Who did that?" The Commander turned to see the guardsmen stare at the smiley face at the target. THe Commander turned back to the Czar, shook his head, chuckled, saluted, and left.

"Well," the Czar said. "At least they're dedicated."

Roger Fabus has declared to the world, "The peace talks are going well except for the lack of reason and sanity amongst the DPUO delegation. They demand we alter our most sacred Constitution. They demand we shoot 150 million of our own citizens. They demand we enact total gun bans and confiscate the approximately 20 billion privately owned firearms in Mississippi and the commonwealth. They have even made demands that we give 5 trillion dollars to various African nations. We want to secure permanent peace as much as any nation. But we will not compromise our sovereignty to do so. We will continue to move forward with negotiations to ease tensions."


(OOC- He wanted me to shoot every single member of the WKM, about 150 million total)

Mr. Mason has left the delegation, announcing that it was a waste of time because the DPUO never had any intention of actually having peace. He has left the lovely Alice Carrion, Assistant to the Deputy Minister of Peaceful Foreign Relations, to maintain the Serya presence at the conference for the duration and to attempt to salvage the situation.

Mr. Mason has left the delegation, announcing that it was a waste of time because the DPUO never had any intention of actually having peace. He has left the lovely Alice Carrion, Assistant to the Deputy Minister of Peaceful Foreign Relations, to maintain the Serya presence at the conference for the duration and to attempt to salvage the situation.

OCC- As is customary in all my RPs or RPs I'm involved in, there must be gratuitous sex or violence, along with smoking and drinking. Preferably violence, but this is a peace talk, so I'll settle for sex.


IC- Roger Fabus turned and saw Alice Carrion, he got up from his seat and walked slowly towards her and motioned at the empty seat next to her, "Is this seat taken?" he asked.

The Czar looked at Fabus hitting on the girl. He won't be getting any in the Kremlin, I can garentee that, the Czar though to himself. He grabbed a Mountain Dew, the National Drink of Derscon, and continued chatting with the Hattian General.

OCC- As is customary in all my RPs or RPs I'm involved in, there must be gratuitous sex or violence, along with smoking and drinking. Preferably violence, but this is a peace talk, so I'll settle for sex.


IC- Roger Fabus turned and saw Alice Carrion, he got up from his seat and walked slowly towards her and motioned at the empty seat next to her, "Is this seat taken?" he asked.

Alice looked at Fabus with a glare that would have melted steel, and said, finally, through clenched teeth, "No."

Alice looked at Fabus with a glare that would have melted steel, and said, finally, through clenched teeth, "No."

Ops she said no, gotta edit, I thought she was saying don't sit here or something, boy that liquor is strong!


Roger sat down softly in the seat and said, "So you would be the famous Alice Carrion yes?"

The General chuckled and downed another shot. "Heh, I used to be able to charm the shoes off of the ladies when I was younger..."

The Shah would like to attend in person.

OOC: Go ahead. Just show up -- Security'll let you in.
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THe Czar looked at Fabus and back at the general. "I don't care. I hoep he goes and F**ks her. Having sex out of marriage is a crime in Derscon, and I do not grant diplomatic immunityy. You know what the punishment is if you're convicted?"

"I'm curious," the General siad.

"Three years in a homosexual prision, and right before the perpetrator is released, he is castrated." THe Czar smiled evilly and took a sip of Mountian Dew. "I hope he goes at it. Man, do I want to se the look on his face when he's arrested!"

OOC: Go ahead. Just show up -- Security'll let you in.
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THe Czar looked at Fabus and back at the general. "I don't care. I hoep he goes and F**ks her. Having sex out of marriage is a crime in Derscon, and I do not grant diplomatic immunityy. You know what the punishment is if you're convicted?"

"I'm curious," the General siad.

"Three years in a homosexual prision, and right before the perpetrator is released, he is castrated." THe Czar smiled evilly and took a sip of Mountian Dew. "I hope he goes at it. Man, do I want to se the look on his face when he's arrested!"


One of the Special Republican Guardsmen overhead them talking about that, he walked forward, he blew cigarette smoke directly into the Czar's face and he said, "Now you listen here... Boy... That wouldn't be a very good idea, if you catch my drift, now why don't you go do something important, you lay a hand on Roger Fabus and the bullet you find between your eyes will have been fired from my gun!"

"Hmm, that's a rather... creative punishment. But I'll admit, I wouldn't mind seeing it happen to him..."

The General looked over at the Republican Guardsmen that was addressing the Czar. Suddenly, there was a flash of steel in between the Guardsmen and the Czar. The man's cigarette fell apart having been sliced by the General's sword... Addressing the Guardsmen with his sword in his hand, The General said, "Didn't your mother teach you any respect, boy?"

"Hmm, that's a rather... creative punishment. But I'll admit, I wouldn't mind seeing it happen to him..."


OOC- Remember at the start when I said "Nothing will happen to my delegation or else!" I stand by those words.

"Hmm, that's a rather... creative punishment. But I'll admit, I wouldn't mind seeing it happen to him..."

The General looked over at the Republican Guardsmen that was addressing the Czar. Suddenly, there was a flash of steel in between the Guardsmen and the Czar. The man's cigarette fell apart having been sliced by the General's sword... Addressing the Guardsmen with his sword in his hand, The General said, "Didn't your mother teach you any respect, boy?"



The SRG soldier was standing there, shocked that the man came inches from killing him. He had been in battle before, killed dozens, been wounded, but swords scared him to death.

He stood there shaking in his boots before the front of his pants became soaked with urine. He pulled his jacket down further to cover his pants and then ran off out of the room.

THe Czar looked at the CM guard running. He then turned to the Hattian general. "Thanks a bunch." He looked at the urine stain on the carpet. "Goddamnit!" He called in a janitor to clean it up. THe Czar turned back to the Hattian. "I suggest we move to a better spot."

THe Czar looked at the CM guard running. He then turned to the Hattian general. "Thanks a bunch." He looked at the urine stain on the carpet. "Goddamnit!" He called in a janitor to clean it up. THe Czar turned back to the Hattian. "I suggest we move to a better spot."


Two big SRG members, both over 6'5, walked slowly to the general with the sword, they both pulled their pistols out and one shoved it right into his face and said, "Want to try that sword trick on this gun! Do you, boy!"

"Yeah, sorry about that, didn't know the boy was gonna piss his pants..."

"Yeah, sorry about that, didn't know the boy was gonna piss his pants..."


The soldier decocked his 1911 and put it back into the holster, he patted the general on the shoulder and started to laugh, "You're okay I guess, come on, let's drink!"

Shah Khosru of Parthia drove towards the Kremlin in a limousine with the flags of Parthia mounted on front. To his front and back were Lincoln towncars full of four Immortals each and two motorcycles flanking the limousine. The convoy neared the gates of the Kremlin. "This is Shah Khosru of Parthia, please let us in."

Outside the Kremlin

The Four Imperial Guards scanned the person talking. After figuring he was telling the truth, they motioned to the ten other guards at the doors. The giant doors were opened and they were led in to the Great Hall. Three Imperial Guardsmen led Shah Khosru to the lounge. The twenty-five Imperial Guards at the door stopped them. After a brief questionare, Shah Khosru was let in.

Hmm, the Czar thought. This is getting out of hand, fast. the Czar went behind the bar and pressed a button under the counter. THe door opened, and ten Imperial Guardsmen walked in, positioning themselves around the room. Two more walked in, and shut the door, standing guard from the inside. THe Czar shook his head and sat bak down next to the General. THe Czar whispered to the Hattian --

"THe CM delegacy is getting out of hand. Keep that sword ready. You might need it again."

The General nodded and went over and relaxed on one of the couches, all the while, keeping his eyes on the Communist Mississipians...

The Parthian delegation consisted of the Shah, four 'Immortal' bodyguards, and two couriers each carrying a tote bag. The Shah was dressed in a military uniform similar to that of European monarchs. He had a mustache, light brown hair, and green eyes. The delegation went over to Robert Fabus and Khosru began to speak, "My good friend, I do not believe we have met. How is the health of your father?"

THe Czar scanned the room to see who all was here. Hmm. He filled the glass full of Mountain Dew and went over to one of the billiard tables. He carelessly bumped into an endtable, and a map fell out. It looked like a map of Rome (http://www.danbrown.com/images/angels/gallery/romemap.jpg). He shrugged and laid it on the endtable want went to do trick shots on the pool table.

The Parthian delegation consisted of the Shah, four 'Immortal' bodyguards, and two couriers each carrying a tote bag. The Shah was dressed in a military uniform similar to that of European monarchs. He had a mustache, light brown hair, and green eyes. The delegation went over to Robert Fabus and Khosru began to speak, "My good friend, I do not believe we have met. How is the health of your father?"


OOC- Roger, not robert :)

IC: "Father is ill, he'll get better, not much to say about that, I hope and pray daily he gets better. How are you doing?"

"I am quite saddend by Emperor Curtis's illness (Parthia recognized the Fabuses as a dynasty of emperors), but I am doing quite well, though the current situation of the world is giving me quite a few slepless nights."

"I am quite saddend by Emperor Curtis's illness (Parthia recognized the Fabuses as a dynasty of emperors), but I am doing quite well, though the current situation of the world is giving me quite a few slepless nights."

(Roger) "He's not ill, he was mauled by zombies in Fabus City Libya attempting to help a DPUO citizen escape the city. DPUO thanked him by portraying him as an ignorant racist redneck in their media."

(Roger) " portraying him as an ignorant racist redneck in their media."

Maybe thats beacuse he is one?

*Mannerheim woke up after falling drunk the night before*

"Morning, everyone. I trust we're still drinking."

Mannerheim was then handed a paper prepared by his personal secretary about last night's events.

"Ok--while Fabus may be a good man in civilian- his political policies leave much to be desired. Now, if you excuse me, I shall have to vomit."

Mannerheim then dashed into the bathroom and proceeded to...you get the idea.

"My position is quite simple.

CM must be responsible.

Responsible for the welfare of all its' citizens, be they black or white, jew or gentile, arab of whatever.

Responsible enough not to wave around nuclear warheads like firecrackers.

Responsible enough to stop its' own people breaking its' own laws.

Responsible enough to control its' own people, so they cannot simply run amok.

CM does none of these things. CM revels in racism, in militarism, in not curbing their primitive people. There can not be any progress. I shall wait another 12 hours here, and then leave."

"My position is quite simple.

CM must be responsible.

Responsible for the welfare of all its' citizens, be they black or white, jew or gentile, arab of whatever.




Ic and Ooc: The business of government is business and welfare simply subsidizes those who cannot make it (the weak) at the expense of the fit (the strong). To permit the weak to breed is one thing, but to subsidize them to the detriment of the strong, that is unacceptable. Just as in nature the strong survive, so to should it be in society.

Ooc- There are no jews under CM rule (See operation purification thread) well you took part in it, you should know :D

Seroywn and I are working out a long dialogue involving our two characters, so expect it posted when I get home and can finish it with him.

CM, That's not right. You are a dictator, like it or not. As a dictator you have a responsibility to care for all your people. It's just common sense.

I Khosru do not give welfare to my people either, we believe in total free markets and small government.

(Roger) "He's not ill, he was mauled by zombies in Fabus City Libya attempting to help a DPUO citizen escape the city. DPUO thanked him by portraying him as an ignorant racist redneck in their media."

"Yes, DPUO has no morals whatsoever. But, perhaps we should avoid politics until the confrence... would you like a cigar or cigarillo?"

Mannerheim sat at the bar drinking, and when he heard the Parthia delegate, he remarked.

"DPUO has no morals? This is coming from a supporter of "His Whiteness." How sickening."

Mannerheim then flopped on the couch and took a nap.

"You're one to talk of morals, the arrogant litte prick representing a nation that considers a "fair trial" for one of the worst mass-murderers in all recorded history to give him a jury composed of members of a white supremacist christian fundamentalist group."

"Saying that Fabus has morals is like calling Hitler a humanitarian."

up

The Czar shook his head and sat down by the Hattian general. He turned all the lights off, and turned them back on.

"Okay, delegates. Please, take a seat on the couch and let's actually DO SOMETHING!" Then the Czar turned to Fabus. "And put out that damn cigar!"

Tracy finally heaved himself from the bar and walked over to the couch.

Tracy finally heaved himself from the bar and walked over to the couch.

Roger looked up at him and said in a very arrogant tone, "What do you want? Bored already eh? So I suppose I must spend a few minutes talking with you. What is it, out with it already."

The Shah went over to the discussion table, looking at the DPUO delegate.

"We came here to talk," the Czar said. "We need to get business done. The lounge will still be open after the talks are decided. Now, put out the cigar."

The Shah went over to the discussion table, looking at the DPUO delegate.

THere's no table. THere's five couches, arranged in a pentagram, facing each other.

"We came here to talk," the Czar said. "We need to get business done. The lounge will still be open after the talks are decided. Now, put out the cigar."


Roger took one last deep drag on the cigar and then blew a massive cloud of noxious smoke right into the Czars face and said, "You forgot to say please", then he stuck it into a nearby ashtray and snuffed it out. "Well boy, is that better?" he asked.

(Roger) "Now what do you want to talk about."

"Well, it'd help if you'd get yer head out from up your rectal passage. You're here because you want peace." His voice became lower, darker. "You need peace. We know it. And y'know what? I am not going to give you a damned inch. Not an inch. You are of no more consequence to me than the dirt beneath my boots, so you can drop all that superiority complex crap of yours right now."

"Well, it'd help if you'd get yer head out from up your rectal passage. You're here because you want peace." His voice became lower, darker. "You need peace. We know it. And y'know what? I am not going to give you a damned inch. Not an inch. You are of no more consequence to me than the dirt beneath my boots, so you can drop all that superiority complex crap of yours right now."


Roger started to chuckle and then broke into a full laugh before he spoke.

(Roger) "Well now boy! It seems your mammy didn't teach you any manners!"

Alice spoke up toward the DPUO delegation. "Oh, please. I'm on your side, and even I can realize that isn't true."

"Seems yours was a black whore, too, you worthless little halfwit."

The Shah sat down on the couch, listening to the heated arguement between the Czar and Roger Fabus.

"Seems yours was a black whore, too, you worthless little halfwit."

Roger Fabus jumped out of his seat and pulled a 1911 pistol out from his holster and screamed, "You piece of shit! You worthless fuck, come on, let's go outside and settle this right now, you goddamned nig--r lover"

Rogers 4 SRG standing behind him held their MP5s at the ready.

Tracy smiled, calm. "What? What's this? The great Roger Fabus has a soft spot? Oh, how touching. Now put those away, you witless fools. Unless," he growled, "you fancy a war of course. Shall I go back and tell them that you're preparing for an imminent war with us? I'd hate to have to do that. Of course, I could just not go back, in which case they'd assume, given your rather...foolish, youthful temperament, that you had shot me, which would be tantamount to war. Care to act like a man and not a little boy, Fabus?" he sneered.

In a whirl of white, the Czar whipped out his sword and sliced the gun in half, right above Fabus' wrist, and not touching Fabus at all. The Imperial Guards all turned on their laser pointers and aimed it at the CM delegation and guards, and the alarm was sounded throughout the city.

Outside, Two thousand Waffen SS troops were marching towards the Kremlin. Fifty Imperial Guardsmen -- armed with XM8s and OICW's, stormed the Lounge and aimed their weapons at the CM delegacy. The Czar stood up, with his sabre still hovering over Fabus' hand.

"You will not do this again, DO YOU HEAR ME!" The Czar's eyes glowed red again, and the ten red dos on Fabus' chest and face were not the sight you would see at a peace confrence. The Czar spoke loudly so all could hear.

"Tell your men to lower their weapons, and sit down. I will not have this in my palace."

Tracy smiled, calm. "What? What's this? The great Roger Fabus has a soft spot? Oh, how touching. Now put those away, you witless fools. Unless," he growled, "you fancy a war of course. Shall I go back and tell them that you're preparing for an imminent war with us? I'd hate to have to do that. Of course, I could just not go back, in which case they'd assume, given your rather...foolish, youthful temperament, that you had shot me, which would be tantamount to war. Care to act like a man and not a little boy, Fabus?" he sneered.


Roger cocked the hammer on the pistol and eased his finger back on the trigger, then as he was about to press it in all the way, he lowered in an decocked it, then put it back into his holster and then he sat back down angrily.

In a whirl of white, the Czar whipped out his sword and sliced the gun in half, right above Fabus' wrist, and not touching Fabus at all. The Imperial Guards all turned on their laser pointers and aimed it at the CM delegation and guards, and the alarm was sounded throughout the city.

Outside, Two thousand Waffen SS troops were marching towards the Kremlin. Fifty Imperial Guardsmen -- armed with XM8s and OICW's, stormed the Lounge and aimed their weapons at the CM delegacy. The Czar stood up, with his sabre still hovering over Fabus' hand.

"You will not do this again, DO YOU HEAR ME!" The Czar's eyes glowed red again, and the ten red dos on Fabus' chest and face were not the sight you would see at a peace confrence. The Czar spoke loudly so all could hear.

"Tell your men to lower their weapons, and sit down. I will not have this in my palace."


OOC- You can't really cut a steel+titanium gun like that but oh well.

IC- Roger told his guards to stand down and the men sat back down, their MP-5s on their laps.

Roger spoke, "That nig--r lover insults my pure white mother just one more time, I'll put a bullet between his eyes and damn the consequences. Nobody insults my mother!"

"I am glad to see you at least have the sense not to do that. Who knows? In another ten years, you might even be a man. Maybe in another fifty, your family will even be the equal of the rest of the human race." Tracy smiled happily. He was enjoying greatly being able to do this.

"I am glad to see you at least have the sense not to do that. Who knows? In another ten years, you might even be a man. Maybe in another fifty, your family will even be the equal of the rest of the human race." Tracy smiled happily. He was enjoying greatly being able to do this.

(Roger) "I may not like you or your politics, but I recognize your right to exist in your little corner of the world so long as you recognize our right to exist in our corner of the world. Note that our corner also includes ME and ML, along with a few others."

"Sorry, can't do. You don't own those places, you never have and never will. Your part of the world is the country known as Communist Mississippi, and there, for the good of the world, you should stay.

"Sorry, can't do. You don't own those places, you never have and never will. Your part of the world is the country known as Communist Mississippi, and there, for the good of the world, you should stay.


(Roger) "We'd have liked to stay but the thing is we needed to expand for a few reasons. Commonwealth status brings us great prestige to our nation. Also our army gains valuable training having to do vigorous anti-insurgency operations. Also we have over 120 million Mississippians in our african commonwealth nations. We have over 3 million commercial farms and tens of thousands of small communities that work for the greater prosperity of the CM commonwealth. Also commonwealth forces are not supported by the federal taxes but they are bound by oath to defend the federation in the need should ever arise. We basically have over 5 million commonwealth soldiers ready to defend us should the need arise."

"None of which are sufficient reason for me to recognise that you own those areas." Tracy looked almost bored. "Is that the best argument you can give me?"

Alice sighed and pulled out a laptop and began typing an e-mail, muttering the words to herself as she typed them. "As the delegation from Seryown, and personally agreeing with you, I humbly request that the nation of DontPissUsOff send a more civil man to head the delegation. The current representative is on the verge of making me change my mind to disagree with you, not the other way around. Please understand that I hold your nation in high regard.
Sincerely(and I mean that),
Alice Carrion."

"None of which are sufficient reason for me to recognise that you own those areas." Tracy looked almost bored. "Is that the best argument you can give me?"


(Roger) "Well I could go on for hours, give you data on racial science and anthropology. But I doubt you'd give it any serious thought."

"No, I wouldn't, just like I'd not give phrenology any serious thought. Waste of time. Moving on, since I very much doubt we're going to get anywhere on that issue: I have been instructed to ask that you comply with CW and BW capability reductions."

"No, I wouldn't, just like I'd not give phrenology any serious thought. Waste of time. Moving on, since I very much doubt we're going to get anywhere on that issue: I have been instructed to ask that you comply with CW and BW capability reductions."

(Roger) (Putting a large wad of chewing tobacco into his mouth, then snapping his fingers at a guard who promptly placed a spittoon near him) He started to chew it around in his mouth for about 30 seconds, then he spat a large stream of black juice into the spittoon, continued to chew, but make less juice, and he spoke, "Well the thing is, we've spent over 10 trillion dollars and well over 15 years to amass the amount of Chemical and Biological weapons we have. We diverted most of the money from social programs. The people would be very upset if we just wasted the weapons away by disposing of them. But I suppose the CM government could look into reducing her stockpile of such weapons." He spat another large amount of juice into the spittoon and waited for the enemy reply. (he considers you the ideological enemy)

Alice nodded. "Personally, I feel that CM should destroy almost its entire nuclear arsenal. Mississippi would still be able to destroy the world, but the move would indicate a significant gesture of wishes for peacekeeping."

OOC: You obviously do not know the capabilities of the Dersconi sword industry. Five times stronger than the Samauri's katana, without the shitty look.
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The Czar motioned to the Imperial guards to stand down and turn off the alarm. The Imperial Guard presense was increased to thirty, and the rest waited just outside the door. The Czar sheathed his sabre and sat down.

"Everyone, please, stop throwing insults like little children. This is sickening that you call yourselves grown men!" The Czar then turned to Fabus. "Than you for putting out the cigar, even if the way you did it was rude."

The Czar nodded to the DPUO Admiral. "I agree. Let us move to the issue of Weapons of Mass Destruction."

Alice nodded. "Personally, I feel that CM should destroy almost its entire nuclear arsenal. Mississippi would still be able to destroy the world, but the move would indicate a significant gesture of wishes for peacekeeping."


Roger spat a large stream of tobacco juice into the spittoon, he was clearly enjoying chewing the wad of leaves, he spoke, "Well see the peace keeper missiles, they keep the peace, the minute men missiles, the keep the peace. For all nations must understand to launch nuclear attacks against another means certain doom. We know that and our possible enemies know that, so we have no nuclear war because of that. CM will never decrease her nuclear arsenal until her possible enemies do likewise. We are not going to decrease our weapons to nothing so you can swarm us with conventional forces and subjugate us in the name of the Jewish New World Order. That won't happen, it just won't, so get that idea out of your head, woman."

"It's not a matter of considering, boyo. It's a matter of actually doing something. Of course, to you, doing something like that is probably as alien as admitting blacks are human."

"It's not a matter of considering, boyo. It's a matter of actually doing something. Of course, to you, doing something like that is probably as alien as admitting blacks are human."


(Roger) "I will never admit that a people who were made by Cain mating with animals, are human. The black is as the bible calls them, "The beast of the field", they are not the sons of Abel as are we whites."

"And address her like that again, and you will not find me a happy man. And you know what will happen if I get unhappy."

"Now, as for all that crap you just spouted from the greatest work of fiction known to mankind, it is irrelevant. Learn to think, with what little brain you have. Will you reduce them or not?"

"And address her like that again, and you will not fine me a happy man. And you know what will happen if I get unhappy."


(Roger) "You don't tell me how to speak to a woman! When a woman has earned respect, you speak properly and gentlemanly. When a woman steps out of her place, you must often be a little more direct in reminding her of her place."

"And address her like that again, and you will not find me a happy man. And you know what will happen if I get unhappy."

"Now, as for all that crap you just spouted from the greatest work of fiction known to mankind, it is irrelevant. Learn to think, with what little brain you have. Will you reduce them or not?"



He spat a large stream of juice into the spittoon and said, "Sure, the CM Government can reduce their chemical and biological stockpiles, provided other nations reduce theirs and don't exceed ours. We'll work out some ratio, a 2:1 or 3:1 where for every several tons we have, other nations agree to have only 1 ton for the several we have, we'll vary it based on nations current stockpiles."

"I warn you. Don't make me unhappy. I'd hate to have to leave now, citing the fact that you're a barely-civilised animal and thus can't be negotiated with."

"I am not for any Jewish World Order, as there IS no JWO.

Also, I never threatened the use of WMD's -- NEVER EVEN MENTIONED IT -- and you placed nuclear weapons outside my airspace." THe Czar looked discustingly at the spit tobacco.

"I'll let you off this time, but I will have you know, that is illegal here in Derscon."

"I warn you. Don't make me unhappy. I'd hate to have to leave now, citing the fact that you're a barely-civilised animal and thus can't be negotiated with."



(Roger) "I think the one thing we can immediately agree on is that these tensions must not expand into space. All delegations here must agree to no space weapons programs."

THe Czar turned to DPUO. "Atheism is a crime in Derscon. Do not degrade the Holy Word again."

"Roger, the only ratio, if any, would be tilted towards those who aren't as gung-ho about using them -- that wuold be Derscon, DPUO, and Seryown.

"Also, I will not eliminate my space weapons. Your WMD's couldn't build me a single space station, so do not whine about money.

Admiral, cease the childish insults.

Alice spoke quickly. "Seryown as well has orbital missile silos, but they have never placed any weapons of mass destruction in them.(OOC: This isn't true, but she(and basically no one else) doesn't know that) I can say that we'd probably be happy to buy a significant share of chemical weapons off of Communist Mississippi."

The Shah looked at the DPUO delegate with disgust. "Do not insult his mother, you poor excuse for a diplomat. You are the most unprofessional "diplomat" I have ever met. Nonetheless, Communist Mississippi deserves their WMDs to defend themselves from possible threats such as your nation. If Communist Mississippi is required to part with parts of her stockpile we will accept all of it."

"Shah, stop the insults.

Also, I disagree. Communist Mississippi does not need ALL OF THOSE weapons of mass destruction. Besides, put yourself in my place. I just, when you did not threaten an invasion on your territories, flew over B-52's armed with nuclear bombs right outside your airspace, and had boomers armed with nuclear missiles placed right outside your waters, what would you do? And what, saying we are in peacetalks, wouldn't you want me to decrease MY WMD aresenal?"

"You are right my friend, but I do believe it may have been because of your support for DPUO or some position you took against his possesions in Africa. However he has one of the largest collections of CBWs. I have looked over estimates of Mississippian CBW arsenals and I can say that he has far more than Parthia, maybe enough to kill Parthia 1,000,000 times over."

The General stood up, "Now surely we can address each other with the respect we deserve. After all, we are supposed to be diplomats. Now, there are a few points I'd like to address." Turning to face Roger, "Women are the equals of men in every aspect, their places are alongside men, not under. Just as blacks, asians, etc are the equals of whites in every way, the only difference is the color of their skin."

"Second, Hattia will not ceace our space weapons programs as they are essential to defending our people, we have not threatened any nation represented in here with nuclear war, but if we do, you better damn well believe that we mean it. We, however do request that both DPUO and Communist Mississippi destroy their stockpiles of chemical and biological weaponry." Looking satisfied with himself, he sat down...

The General stood up, "Now surely we can address each other with the respect we deserve. After all, we are supposed to be diplomats. Now, there are a few points I'd like to address." Turning to face Roger, "Women are the equals of men in every aspect, their places are alongside men, not under. Just as blacks, asians, etc are the equals of whites in every way, the only difference is the color of their skin."

"Second, Hattia will not ceace our space weapons programs as they are essential to defending our people, we have not threatened any nation represented in here with nuclear war, but if we do, you better damn well believe that we mean it. We, however do request that both DPUO and Communist Mississippi destroy their stockpiles of chemical and biological weaponry." Looking satisfied with himself, he sat down...



Roger stood up and started to speak, "If you insult the values we hold most dear again, this meeting will be over. We are not here to debate the merits of the negroid race, if we were, we'd have finished hours ago!" (he started to laugh)

"As for Chemical and biological weapons. We have over 10 trillion dollars worth, DPUO has scarcely 100 billion dollars worth. It would not be fair for us to each eliminate our stockpiles. We have more stake in ours."

"Parthia is too developing space weaponry which is necessary for the defense of the Shahdom and we find them to be an absolute necessity for our security. Though on the issue of CBW destruction we must part ways, all nations have the right to own Biological and Chemical stocks. Though they could be reduced a total destruction is rather excessive. And My friend, there are differences in races for better and worse."

"Is that all you capitalists think of? What use is money when you are coughing up the burnt remains of your lungs because you launched chemical weapons at someone and they retaliated? If I wished to debate race with you, it would end like this. There is only one race, the human race and we are all in this together. Now, I will not lose my cool and strike you down like you so rightfully deserve. And I am sure my nation would be willing to reimburse you for the weapons if you destroy them..."

Roger sat up and told everybody, "You know what, I'm hungry for Egyptian Pheasant, I'll be back in a few days after everybody has had the chance to cool down and calm themselves, myself included. I mean for crying out loud, we almost got into half a dozen shoot-outs!"




RP with Seryown (Alice) and CM (Roger + Narrator) done over MSN.



Roger got up from his seat and moved away towards where the diplomat from Seryown was.

Roger had just sat down in the seat next to Alice, he started to speak

(Roger) "So you would be the famous Alice Carrion yes?"

Alice continued to give him her worst looks when she bothered to look at him at all.

(Alice)"I was not aware that I was famous."

(Roger) "You're the Deputy Minister of Peaceful Foreign Relations, your work is well-known in parts of the CM Commonwealth."

(Roger) "Mostly in Mississippian Libya and Mississippian Egypt, formerly in Angola. Angola was a disaster you know, for both races."

(Alice)"Actually, I'm his Assistant, but you can't be expected to remember it all."

(Roger) "Well perhaps you've heard of our foreign minister, Paul Stahlecker, he has many brothers and sisters."

(Alice)"Oh yes. I never found out how Peter Stahlecker made out at home after he got there."

(Roger) "He is currently on an aircraft carrier headed for Mississippi, he'll be fine."

(Roger) "Well physically, but I fear he'll have great emotional damage."

(Alice) "Oh, yes. He was quite drunk when our troops found him, actually. I'm not sure he handled that so well."

(Roger) "Yes well to go from being governor-general of a grand colony, to a refugee fleeing for your life, it will take a lot out of a man."

(Alice) "Really? What about going from untrained recruit serving his dutiful few years in the army to battle-hardened, friendless soldier?"

(Roger) "I'm not sure I see what you mean."

(Alice)"Almost none of the soldiers we sent into Angola to help with your evacuation had seen war before. Almost no one in Seryown had seen war before. To save Peter Stahlecker's life and how many other Mississippians, we sacrificed not only the lives of many soldiers but the innocence of many more."

(Roger) "Ah well you do know how many of our Imperial soldiers and the white Colonial soldiers had died in the 8 months of the war. Not the figure we originally reported, not the 20,000 we reported. Not that many, over 300,000 died."

(Alice)"You did choose to go in there, did you not?"

(Roger) "You see the first 4-5 months of the war it was low-level guerilla fighting, then they threw 5 million soldiers at us, we lost 100,000 imperial soldiers and had to pull them out for other tasks in Libya. But yes we did go there, we went there, we had to go there."


(Alice)"You had to?"

(Roger) "Without at least a few colonies, no nation can be a real nation. We need an empire if for no other reason, for national prestige."

(Alice)"The House seems to agree with you."

(Roger) "Do you agree with me?"

(Alice) "The fall of every power has come soon after their expansion outside their lands."

(Roger) "But in Mississippian Libya and Mississippian Egypt, we have raised such large armies and sent so many colonists, that nothing can eject us from those lands."

(Alice) "Perhaps that is what Hitler thought when he sent the blitz into France?"

(Roger) "He picked too many fights at once and made too many enemies, you need to isolate your enemies and take them one at a time when they're weak and don't expect it."

Her tone quickly changed to the sarcastic.
(Alice) "You've certainly succeeded at making few enemies."

(Roger) (Sighing) "Yes we have." His tone changed to very soft and friendly as he looked into her eyes, "But perhaps our nations will be friends."

(Alice) She refused to meet his eyes, instead raising her head and looking forward. "I can't say it's something I've hoped for."

(Roger) "Well enough about politics, would you care to tell me about yourself?"

(Alice) "Not particularly. How's your father?"

(Roger) "Honestly, I don't know, thank you for asking though. I think he will be well just given time. Perhaps you should meet him sometime. Are you sure you don't want to talk about anything else?"

(Alice) "All right." Her expression changed to a slightly cruel smile. "And your brother?"

(Roger) "Well which brother? There is George, Henry, and William."

(Alice) "I think it is probably obvious. The one who I would have heard about recently."

(Roger) "Ah yes Henry, he is fine.

(Roger) "Well he is under house arrest, but you should see the palace he's been confined to, hardly Spartan conditions!" (He chuckled as he said the last part)

(Alice) "Had a good conversation with him recently, have you?"

(Roger) "You've spoken with Henry?"

(Roger) "No I cannot say I've spoken with him lately, we're not on speaking terms."

(Alice) "Not personally, I have not spoken with him. But my office has to keep tabs on important people of friendly governments."

(Roger) "Henry will live, he will not go the way of my brother-in-laws."

(Alice) "That's not my only concern."

(Roger) "There were two men, both from upper class army families, one married to my sister Victoria, one married to my other sister Eleanor. Both of the men fled CM and defected, the DIS promised them amnesty if they returned. They did so and they were promptly shot."

(Roger) (Smiling at her as he looked into her eyes) "So tell me, are all the women in Seryown as lovely as you?"

(Alice) "In my country, you have to be beautiful to become important. So those of us you'll meet, yes."

Roger ran his left hand through his long brown hair as he spoke to her.

He then nervously started to tap his fingers on the table.

(Roger) "Well perhaps you and I might go meet somewhere more private then?"

(Alice)"Or not."

(Roger) "Why not? We could better discuss diplomatic matters that I don't want the others to hear."

(Alice)"Frankly, I have no interest in discussing any diplomatic matters at all. I'm here because Mr. Mason needed someone important to remain to be in the discussion and he dislikes me most."

(Roger) "Well then if you want to quit your job and move to Mississippi, you'll find conditions much more, how shall I say, enjoyable." He grinned as he said, "enjoyable".

(Alice)"If I ever meet the right person to move for, I can't say I wouldn't consider it."

(Roger) "Well any white person may move to Mississippi and they're given over 500,000 dollars to help settle in Mississippi and find a house. It's a odd policy considering we constantly complain of overcrowding, but just between the two of us, if 3% of Mississippi didn't own 80% of all good land, there'd be no real problems."

(Alice) "How much of that three percent is a Fabus?"

(Roger) "The Fabus family is the richest family in Mississippi, the Stahleckers come in second, Baldur Schacht come in third, Navarres come in fourth, Salazars come in sixth, Reginald Smith and his family are also very rich."

(Alice) "So, quite a lot, then?"

(Roger) "The high party and military elite own most of the land."

(Alice) "Ah. Who is the party elite, again?"

(Roger) "Mostly the old officers from the civil war."

(Alice) "Like the one who won it?"

(Roger) "I'm getting quite hungry, perhaps you'd care to join me for dinner, I'd consider it an honor to dine in the company of somebody as refined as yourself."

(Alice) "If it'll get you quiet about going somewhere else, fine."

(Roger) "So, shall we go then, I know just the place, you'll love it. It is a good distance from here though, but these people are boring me and these talks are really getting nowhere. So would you care to go then?"

(Alice) "Fine. I'm not easily impressed, though. So don't get the wrong idea."

(Roger) "Okay, well we can take my car to the airport and we'll be in Alexandria in time for dinner."

(Roger) "The best Egyptian pheasant they offer."

(Alice) "Considering it's in Egypt, I should hope they offer Egyptian pheasant."

(Roger) "Yes, but there were no pheasant in Egypt until we brought them there, so we call them Egyptian Pheasant so people know it isn't regular pheasant, it is pheasant genetically altered to thrive in the hot climate. Shall we go then?"

(Alice) "Of course."

They walked towards the door, Roger called for his men to all leave, he said to the czar, "Thanks for nothing!" but he said it in Portuguese, so nobody really knew what he meant. He held the door for Alice and then held the door to the limousine for her also.

(Alice)"You needn't be so rude to the man." She said, but she did step into the limousine.

(Roger) (Innocent tone) "Whatever do you mean?"

(Alice) "When you're in my position, and your nation is heavily involved in Angola, you bother to learn at least the beginnings of that nation's official language."

(Roger) "Ah, well forgive me then, had I known you spoke Portuguese, I'd have insulted him in say Afrikaans or French perhaps."

(Alice) She smiled briefly before returnee to her previous manner. "It wouldn't change the fact that it's an insult."

Roger got into the limousine and sat down very close to Alice, he leaned back and then said, "Yes, well the czar insulted me the entire evening, thinking I don't know Russian!"

(Alice) "Perhaps in Mississippi the overcrowding has gotten to you, but in Seryown we endured both it and our concept of personal space at the same time."

(Roger) "Well the generals wanted the army to play war games in Africa, so we took a few nations for them to have their games. The farmers wanted to move to new lands and gain new farmland for their sons and such, so we did it. We need our commonwealth."

(Alice) "What I was trying to get through your skull was the distance between us, not your people."

(Roger) (Laughs) "Well I'd have gotten that idea, but that would have been somewhere before the 5th glass of brandy." He slides closer to her, making him about as close as he can get without sitting on her lap.

(Alice) "Your chances of not setting off a diplomatic incident between our two nations have just dropped astronomically, and your chances of me leaving the next time this limousine comes to a stop have just raised in an opposite manner."

(Roger) "Oh, sorry about that." He moved about 2 feet away from her, "Must have slid over when the car made that sharp turn back there, sorry."

(Alice) "Right."

(Roger) "So tell me what do you want to do while we're in Egypt?"

(Alice) "Well, I plan to eat some pheasant."

(Roger) "Well I mean after that, would you care to go to Parthian Egypt and see the pyramids? I plan to stay in Egypt for at least a few days. I'd be honored to have you stay as a guest, would you like to?"

(Alice) "Perhaps. Even if I enjoy dinner, which is not very likely, and decide it might be enjoyable to spend some time in Egypt, which I haven't thought through yet, I'd need to-aw, hell. Sure."

(Roger) "Have you ever seen 5 million soldiers all gathered together for a massive war game?"

(Alice) "No, I've never actually watched war games. I tend to apply myself more toward peace."

(Roger) "Well then you are in for quite a treat, we might just get to see the federal army and the commonwealth army in Mississippian Libya and Mississippian Egypt war gaming. Ah peace? Well to secure peace be ready for war."

(Alice) "We are always ready for war. But I see a more malicious intent than preparation in these war games."

(Alice) "I see a warning to DontPissUsOff about what you think will happen if they try to attack Mississippian Libya."

(Roger) (Smiling) "You're a very smart woman, yes, you are partially correct."

(Roger) "But also, we need to practice, practice makes perfect."

(Alice) "Even if you didn't intend it, I think you also sent another message. I don't think they received it, but I still think you sent it. You said that you were willing to retaliate without a nuclear strike."

(Roger) "We've made it quite clear, if we go down, the world comes with us. We have enough biological and chemical weapons to blanket the planet 1000 times over, to kill more than 10 trillion people. But we will not be the ones to start a war, we will simply be the ones to end a war."

(Alice) "Mr. Mason sees your point. I don't."

(Roger) "How don't you see my point, tell me your ideas, I'd like to hear what you have to say."

(Alice) "The use of a weapon of mass destruction is immoral."

(Roger) "Ah, well who is to decide morality? The enemies who force us to reinforce our position in Libya, thus weakening our position in Angola, and allowing for marxists to kill millions?"

(Alice) "Please. You are as Christian as I. You know who determines morality."

(Roger) "Yahweh determines morality. You know I cried for three days straight when they showed me video footage of what happened to Angola, the colonists, the settlements, the cities, etc. I'm not some heartless beast who is eager to annihilate the world."

(Alice) "And yet you slaughter civilians."

(Roger) "We do no such thing."

(Alice) "They call you Bloody Saber, don't they?"

(Roger) "Yes they do, because I led a sabre charge against an enemy unit, and we won the day, we killed armed enemies."

(Alice)"You were bragging that you killed quite a number of unarmed ones afterwards."

(Roger) "I'll admit the regime as a whole has killed probably 90 million civilians in its 20 years of existence, but I've personally never killed any unarmed people. My men have before, but I cannot be responsible for what they do when I'm not around."

(Roger) "I mean mobs alone have lynched about 18 million people in the past 20 years."

(Alice)"You were bragging."

(Roger) "Yes, well we crushed only people who needed crushing, those that were rebelling. You understand yes? And it wasn't exactly my unit that did the crushing, artillery fired chemical weapons at the rebels and the rebel supporters."

(Alice) "This is a circular argument."

(Roger) "Maybe, but the rebels we gassed aren't around to dispute our logic."

(Alice) "Which is the hole in it." She paused, and then changed the subject. "Tell me this ride won't take much longer."

(Roger) (Looking out the window) "We're at the hangar right now, shall we get on the plane then?"

(Alice) "Please."

He stepped out and held the door for her and then helped her get out.

(Roger) "Shall we get on the plane then? Right this way."

(Alice) "Of course."

They walk onto the plane, she looks inside, very expensive, luxurious, and roomy. He sits down on a couch inside the plane

He patted the couch and said, "Sit here and talk with me a while if you want."

(Alice) "All right." Her response was immediately followed by her sitting down.

The plane started to head towards the runway and then tookoff, a few minutes after they got into the air.

(Roger) "Would you like a drink?"

(Alice) "All right, I guess."

He waved his hand at a nearby guard and the man left the room they were in and then returned with a bottle of wine, over 70 years old.

He then set it down and left the room. Roger poured two glasses.

(Roger) (Handing her a glass) "What shall we toast to?"

(Roger) (Raising his glass) "To the commonwealth, may she endure for a thousand years."

(Alice) "To prosperity for the deserving, I should think."

(Roger) "Yes indeed."

Roger drank his glass down rather quickly; it was obvious he was a heavy drinker.

Alice instead sipped at the wine, trying to enjoy as much of the flavor as she could.

Roger poured himself another glass and slowly drank it down. He was starting to get drunk again, remember he about 1/2 dozen glasses of brandy at the Kremlin just a short while ago. He started to talk to her and his speech was somewhat slower than previously, "So what is a typical day like for you?"
Whatever a typical day was, she was sure it wasn't sitting on a private plane with the 19 year old acting-premier of an entire empire, a man who incidentally happened to be 6 foot 6 inches tall and made her feel like a shrimp when she looked at him.

She looked at him for a few seconds, and then shrugged. "There's a lot of travel. Reports to my superiors, you know? Sometimes I'm actually allowed to speak for the country, although with this fu... I'm sorry, with Mr. Mason in charge I've been doing less of that recently."

(Roger) "You sound less than thrilled with your job, you also sound underappreciated for all the work you do."

(Roger) "From the sounds of things, that Mr. Mason would be lost without you. If you want, I can get him fired or reassigned."

(Alice) "Now I know you're drunk."

(Roger) (Chuckling) "I have powerful friends, connections, as a high officer in the WKM, I am well-connected throughout the white world. All I need do is call in a few favors."

(Alice) "No, no. Fred Mason is the House President."

(Roger) "Nobody is immune from the sort of connections I have. Ever heard of Christian Martyrs Brigade?"

She realized he was probably quiet drunk at this point.

(Alice) "The only reason Seryown has remotely good ties with you is because of Fred Mason, you...whatever."

He was talking about killing fellow right-wing leaders, he must be drunk.

He laughed and then mumbled some largely unintelligible sentences in Spanish, she got the bulk of it, he was reciting a Francisco Franco speech from 1938.

She looked at him, laughed, and then stood up. She sat down after a few seconds. She'd had two glasses of wine herself, and she was not a heavy drinker. "Well, this is certainly the strangest thing I've done in quite a while." And it was.

(Roger) "How so is it strange?"

(Alice) "I'm in a private jet with the Acting Premier of a country I hate, drinking seventy year old wine with him while he recites Franco speeches. How is it not strange?"

Roger started to sing the Old Spanish fascist song "Himno Espanol".

He was an excellent singer, even drunk.

She smiled for a second. "After all," she muttered to herself, "there are only so many bottles of wine an airplane can hold."

He finished singing and said, "I know what I need, more wine! Did you say you hate Mississippi?"

He again spontaneously broke into song and began to sing, "Die Fahne Hoch".

(Alice) "Yes, I did say that."

He stopped singing, "Why is that? Why do you hate Mississippi?"

(Alice) "Because you're white supremacist and you're against total equality of the genders."

(Roger) "Well I guarantee you I can change your mind about Mississippi and the Commonwealth."

(Alice) "Go ahead."

Roger burped very loudly, and he started to laugh uncontrollably, saying, "I'm so sorry, please forgive me, I drank too much, I've never had this much before, but at the conference in the kremlin I was so nervous I lost track."

(Alice) "Or you could do that."

(Roger) "I mean I'm 19 and I have to keep a nuclear war from breaking out!"

(Roger) (Regaining his composure) "If you see how well the women are in Mississippi compared to say how Arabs treat their women. You'll see women in our country are placed on pedestals and the men are ready and willing to die to protect them. Our women are better off than any other women."

(Alice) "You say that, but you don't treat them like equals."

(Roger) "The idea that women need "liberating" is a false notion put forth by the jewish so-called intellectuals to turn white women against white men and keep white birth rates low. In Mississippi the average woman will have 12 to 18 kids."

(Roger) "Women who have the most sons are well rewarded."

(Alice) "I don't talk about liberating. I talk about equality."

(Roger) "Women can do about anything men can do under CM law."

(Roger) "Did you know that only 2% of marriages in CM end in divorce?"

(Alice) "But your people don't treat them as equals."

(Roger) "Sure we do, we love our women."

(Alice) "You don't understand."

(Roger) "What do you mean?"

(Alice) "We don't want to be put on a pedestal, we want to be put on the same ground everyone else walks on."

(Roger) "Well you don't know the women in Mississippi then. They want to be taken care of, maybe it's different in your nation. But we don't allow any jewish communist feminist agitprop in our nation to corrupt our women."

(Alice) "You mean you don't allow free ideas in your nation."

(Roger) "We allow free ideas, just not jewish mind poison."

(Alice) "Really. You allow non-Christian beliefs?"

(Roger) "Well no, no we don't. Any white Christian can preach any version of Christianity they want, that is the freedom."

(Alice) "Restricted freedom is not freedom."

(Roger) "We've built a homogenous state, a state that is stable, and full of people with common-ground and unity. Differences breed tensions breed violence breed civil-war."

(Alice) "Yes, but your own state is ultimately self-destructive. It may not have any differences, but without those differences there is no possibility for moral advancement."

(Roger) "We don't want to advance, we want to stay the same, we want to stay the same, we don't want change."

(Alice) "Then that is one of your many problems."

(Roger) (Grabs his stomach) "If you'll just excuse me for a moment."

Roger gets up and walks slowly around the corner until he is out of sight and then he runs to the bathroom. After he vomits for about 5 minutes, he cleans himself up, brushes his teeth, uses mouthwash, and then walks back to the room Alice is in.

She can tell he is not very drunk anymore as he is regaining his sobriety.

(Alice) "I don't suppose you're any more sane."

(Roger) "Oh please, stop with that, Roger is a lunatic, Roger is insane. I'm perfectly sane."

(Alice) "I don't think you are."

(Roger) "Oh I am sane, believe me. I don't want a war, you know why? Our empire must be intact for our people to enjoy it and prosper. I'm not out to destroy the world."

(Alice) "Then send that message to the world. Destroy all of your nuclear weapons."

(Alice) "You'll still be able to destroy the entire population of the world."

(Roger) "I'd be insane to leave our nation defenseless in the face of enemy weapons build ups."

(Roger) "If you thought I was insane, you wouldn't get onto a plane with me and be going to Mississippi controlled territory."

(Alice) "Listen to me! You'd still be able to destroy the entire world, so why bother with the nuclear weapons?"

(Roger) "As long as they have them, so must we. And I have a point, if you thought I was insane, you'd not be here right now. You know in Mississippi controlled territory, I am for all intents and purposes God. As acting-premier I hold life and death over every citizen of the commonwealth."

(Alice) "Perhaps you should create a congress that can overrule you, then?"

(Roger) "We disbanded congress in the 1980s, they voted themselves out of existence and gave all their power to the Premier, but not before they voted the Supreme court out of existence and gave that power to the Premier also."

(Alice) "Really? How many White Knights were in the room with them?"

(Roger) "I don't know what you're talking about."

(Roger) "There were none."

(Roger) (Quietly) "It was the Special Republican Guard Alpha Company that was there."

(Alice) "All right. Well, I'm going into Libya, and I suppose I'll see how your state worked out. I'm tired of arguing with you."

(Roger) "Okay, well that's okay. But I enjoy a good argument, I thank you for arguing with me."

(Alice) "Right."

(Roger) (Smiling) "Perhaps you'd like to do something else with me?"

(Alice)(Smiling) "No."

(Roger) (Smiling) "I'd say you'll come around within a week at the most."

(Alice) "And I'd say I never will, but you can think what you want. I like to think of that as a basic right."

(Roger) "Oh well, we shall see, we shall see. Well we should be coming up on Alexandria now, we'll be landing in a few minutes, make sure you're buckled up."

About 4 minutes later the plane thudded down on the runway.

(Roger) "Shall we go then?"

(Alice) "Very well."

They walked off the plane and a limousine was waiting nearby, Roger opened the door and waited for Alice to get in.

Alice stepped in, still feeling her indignation at this man's beliefs but determined to stick to her agreement.

Roger got in after she did and a guard closed the door and then got in up front.

The limousine started to drive away from the airport, as it did, she saw large signs "White Terminal Left: Arab Terminal Right"

She looked to the left and saw a very luxurious terminal with marble floors inside and red carpet outside, to the right was basically a rundown wooden shack.

(Alice) "This is separate but equal?"

(Roger) "It sure is."

(Alice) "It does not look equal to me."

The airport shuttle bus labeled "Arab Bus 1" was basically an old school bus that had no room for any appreciable amount of luggage. The airport shuttle bus labeled, "White Bus 5" was a greyhound charter style bus.

(Roger) "It is, we have a terminal, and they have a terminal. We have buses, they have buses."

(Roger) "The buses all do the same thing, they get people from one point to another. The terminals all do the same thing, you wait until your flight leaves."

(Alice) "But are you more comfortable in your terminal than they are in theirs?"

(Roger) "I can't answer that, it's an opinion question. Some people like spartan conditions, some like a little luxury, it varies."

(Alice) "So perhaps they should be divided into spartan and luxury terminals instead?"

(Roger) "That simply could not work. Trust me, our scientists have determined our system is the best."

(Alice) "White scientists?"

(Roger) (Sarcastic) "No spear chucking witch doctors from the Congo! Of course white scientists."

(Alice) "Perhaps you should ask black scientists educated in Seryown the same question."

(Roger) "Black scientists are politically correct though. We go by the truth."

(Alice) "Perhaps our asian scientists, then?"

(Roger) "They're biased also, most asians are communists."

(Roger) "My father fought the gooks in Cambodia, my grandfather fought them in Vietnam, and my great-grandfather fought them in Korea. My great great grandfather fought them in the pacific in WW2."

(Alice) "Ah? I think from your perspective my nation is communist. I mean, free elections, without intimidation or anything."

(Roger) "Well I'm sure we can help you change that. Your Mason will be staying in office for a long while if we have any say about it. And believe me, we'll have a say about it."

(Alice) "I'm afraid that's impossible."

(Roger) "Think again, our intelligence operatives will make sure your Mason stays in power as long as he wants to."

(Alice) "Ah, but Mr. Mason, while an arrogant white-supremacist, appreciates our democratic system. I don't think he'll appreciate being kept in office by your nation. In fact, I think he'd resent your support on it."

(Roger) "So tell me, what happens to political dissenters in your nation?"

(Alice) "We protest, and we vote."

(Roger) "Foolish, you allow masses to dictate the actions of the state, the masses exist to serve the state."

(Alice) "Nonsense. The state exists to serve the masses."

(Roger) "The state must be personified by one man. In Mississippi that one man is Curtis Fabus."

(Roger) "No individual is more important than the state, no sum of individuals are greater than the state. Let me ask you, how can the parts of a machine be greater than the completed machine. People are just parts in the machine."

(Alice) "No, people are individuals. When they cannot contribute to the machine they are just wires and pegs, but when they are allowed to decide they can become the greatest power that has ever laid foot on earth."

(Roger) "Well in Mississippi Curtis Fabus is the greatest power in their eyes."

(Roger) "He lifted them up, out of nothing, out of a pathetic existence of day to day living, searching for mere sustenance, and he made them great. He put them all back into work; he ended the depressions, the economic downturns. Before he came into power, our currency was worth about 1/10 of 1 US penny, today we are worth 1 dollar and 20 cents."

(Alice) "He can do more."

(Roger) "Before he came to power, there were over 300,000 black on white rapes per year, the very day he came to power, the number dropped to 1,000, and then the week after, none."

(Alice) "You shouldn't be dealing with race at all."

(Roger) "Why not? 4% of the nation, the blacks, were committing over 90% of all crime."

(Alice) "This depends a lot upon your definition of crime, I think."

(Roger) "But it was the whites who were unemployed en masse. 60% of all white males were out of work, anti-white labor laws kept quotas to limit whites in the labor force. And by crime, we mean murder, rape, robbery, assault, arson, etc."

(Alice) "You ignored what I said. He can do more."

(Roger) "Well what do you mean, our nation had a race problem, now it doesn't."

(Alice) "Your nation had multiple races, now it doesn't."

(Roger) "Yes, now we are a united people, rather than a people with no direction, we know where we want to go now. We have our direction."

(Alice) "He should tell the WKM to disband, or at least to avoid intimidating people from elections. He should step down as dictator and instead reinstitute free elections. He should rebuild the Supreme Court using qualified people rather than people who agree with him, he should rebuild the congress through free elections."

(Roger) "Let me tell you, if he called for elections, people would just vote for him and declare him dictator for life again. They declared him once, when he talked of stepping down, there were major riots of over 400 million people throughout the nation."

(Alice) "How many White Knights or CM army members went into each voting booth with the voters during that election?"

(Roger) "None, during federal elections, nobody interferes."

(Roger) "We only interfere in local elections."

(Alice) "I'm sorry if I find that funny." She looked down for a second, and then back up. "No I'm not."

(Roger) "And by the way, of the 400 million registered voters, only about 300 million ever bother to vote, and 150 million of those are WKM members."

(Roger) "Might I ask what your are thinking right now? I'm sure you've considered killing me, yes?" (He sounds paranoid and somewhat edgy)

(Alice) "We're in Mississippian territory, now, yes? If I said yes then it would be a crime, I think."

(Roger) "You can be honest with me, I'd not arrest you or have you shot. I give you permission to be honest. Admit it, the thought crossed your mind."

(Alice) "You've already told me stories of your lies."

(Roger) "Oh go ahead, be honest with me, nothing will happen to you. If I wanted you dead, you'd be dead already."

(Alice) "Honestly then, no. If I killed you, your father would give power to another one of your brothers, or if he couldn't find one suitable, he'd give it to one of the Stahleckers until he decided he was well. It would accomplish nothing other than the annihilation of my country."

(Roger) "Smart girl, you're right. My brother George would get it, and he is even more right wing that I am, except he is unstable because he is upset with father over personal issues and is suffering emotional issues right now. Or perhaps Peter Stahlecker would get the position, and he is pissed over Angola and itching for war."

(Alice) "I don't understand."

(Roger) "George is having some disagreements with father over the woman he wants to marry. Father doesn't approve of the woman George wants to marry. So to spite father, George is screwing every woman he meets to shove it in his fathers face that he either gets the woman he wants or he'll never settle down and have kids. George being the oldest son, father wants him to have sons by now, so father may very well give in and let him marry her.”

(Alice) "Who would he wed?"

(Roger) "A third cousin."

(Roger) "Under old United States law, prior to the breakup, anybody second cousins or greater apart, could marry. Father doesn't think any cousins should marry though."

(Alice)"Interesting. And Stahlecker? Who would he fight with?"

(Roger) "Peter Stahlecker would fight the world mostly, he is mad at the world for them pressuring us in Libya and then us being forced to shift Imperial troops from Angola into Libya thus weakening Angola.”

(Alice) "I have been disappointed with a few of the other nations involved at that conference."

(Roger) "I sincerely want peace, but I will not allow them to push me around, I may be just 19 but I'm not a jellyfish with no spine. I will not compromise our national sovereignty or agree to anything that may get my people hurt in the present or future!" (His tone and passion reveal that he cares deeply about the safety and security of his people)

(Alice) "So a Mississippian's life is worth ten Sevarisian lives?"

(Roger) "I never said that, but our people need to be protected and have their rights guaranteed. I can guarantee this, Mississippi will only go to war if it is forced upon her, we will not be the ones to plunge the world into war."

She gathers from his tone and mannerism that he is genuinely telling the truth; he has no plans for starting a war.

(Roger) "Why would you say that, father has no desire for war either, father has no desire for anything, he is bed ridden and has been so for the last 5 or 6 weeks."

(Alice) "I'm afraid I don't believe you."

(Roger) "You can believe me, besides if father gets upset, I can calm him down. I've always been considered the "voice of reason" in the inner circle, along with Henry, but Henry doesn't have the spine for this job. He'd allow us to be talked out of our lands."

(Alice) "Perhaps you'd allow Henry to live in Seryown?"

(Roger) "No, the Fabus family has been in Mississippi for over 200 years, and there shall we stay, there shall we die. Henry is one of us, we may disagree with him on a few issues, but he is my brother and I love him."

(Alice) "Even if he wished to leave?"

(Roger) "If he wanted to leave I guess we couldn't stop him. But he knows so much about the inner workings of our regime, we'd hope he would never force use into making the choice of letting him leave or forcing him to stay against his will."

(Alice) "That is disappointing."

(Roger) "What do you mean? We'd probably let him leave, we don't force people to stay against their will."

(Alice) "I think you just said you might force him to stay."

(Roger) "Well it'd be up to father really, not me. I said might because father might, I wouldn't."

(Alice) "Disappointing, again."

(Roger) "So tell me, are the women in your nation, as stubborn and headstrong as you are?"

(Alice) "The ones of us who succeed."

(Roger) "In Mississippi success for a woman usually means marrying well."

(Alice) "Which is one of your problems. Perhaps if you had a ranking woman take an important public office. Perhaps an unmarried woman as a governor-general?"

(Roger) "Are you asking for a job?"

(Alice) "No, I'm suggesting one."

(Roger) "We have two women in the cabinet you know. The Minister of Justice and the Minister of Education."

(Alice) "Married?"

(Roger) "Neither are married, not any more. They are my sisters Eleanor and Victoria. Their husbands betrayed the regime and father had them taken care of, so they're currently single."

(Alice) (Smiling) "I see."

(Roger) "Why are you smiling?"

(Alice) "Because even in these basically powerless positions, you still won't trust any woman who isn't a member of your family and conforms to your belief code."

(Roger) "The Ministry of justice is very important, they are tasked with getting confessions and convictions."

(Alice) "Which isn't that hard in your nation, is it?"

(Roger) "98% conviction rate, 90% of people confess within a week of being accused of a crime."

(Alice) "Exactly."

(Roger) "Well you sure are a headstrong woman, you know that. There aren't many women in Mississippi who would say exactly what they think if they knew the man they were talking disagreed, but most women agree with the men, mostly."

(Alice) "What you mean is there aren't many people in Mississippi who would say exactly what they think if they knew you disagreed."

(Roger) "You know father has never had trouble finding women willing to accommodate him. Indeed he has to pretty much fight them off with a stick. He gets over 1 million letters a day, the majority of which are letters from lovely young ladies requesting an intimate rendezvous."

(Roger) "We have a joke in the inner circle, he is making Mississippians happier, one woman at a time!"

(Alice) "I can't say that's funny."

(Roger) "Maybe not funny, but certainly true, I would know, my room is just one floor above his."

(Alice) "That must be disturbing."

(Roger) "He usually does it in the bunker, well I mean the basement, there is no bunker under the mansion, just forget I said that, slip of the tongue."

(Alice) "Please. You actually think I will?"

(Roger) "Okay, well then let me tell you about the bunker, or better yet, you can come to the Stalingrad estate and see her for yourself. She is a beauty, at over 10 billion to build and 30 billion to furnish, she should be. It's at Stalingrad, the premier's favorite estate in Neshoba County; he owns all the land around the mansion in any direction for 20 miles. Very impressive estate, you simply must see it. After Egypt and Libya, we'll fly to Mississippi, if you want."

(Alice) "If I find this interesting."

(Roger) "Ok, fair enough."

The limousine pulls up to the "Franco Hotel" in downtown Alexandria.

(Roger) "Shall we get the bags up to the room and then go off to dinner."

(Alice) "All right."

Roger palmed a hotel worked a 1000 dollar bill and said "Get these bags up to the penthouse please" the worker replied, "I'm sorry sir, but the penthouse is occupied, a diplomat from Austria is staying there."

Roger just laughed and said, "Well you get the manager of the hotel and tell him Roger Fabus is here and wants to stay in the penthouse, here do it quickly please", he handed him 5 more bills.

They were standing around in the lobby waiting by their bags, about 20 minutes later an upset man was being hauled out of the hotel, he was screaming in german as the guards pushed him out of the door.

The worker said, "I am sorry we made a mistake before, the penthouse turns out to be unoccupied, this way please."

Roger smiled at Alice and said, "See, just a misunderstanding."

(Alice) "That was awfully civil of you."

(Roger) "Yes it was, and I'm sure you'll be grateful we're staying in the penthouse, won't you?"

Roger saw a young boy and girl about 12 and 13 sitting in two chairs in the lobby, their parents were nowhere in sight. He told Alice to wait a few minutes for him. He walked up to the kids and said, "Where are you parents?"

(Boy) "They didn't get out of Angola."

(Roger) "Oh my, are you saying you're from Angola?"

Alice gasps.

(Girl) "Yes, we left Luanda, there wasn't room on the boat for them, they told us to wait here and meet our uncle, but it's been 3 days and we haven't found them."

(Roger) "You've been sitting in this lobby for 3 days?"

(Boy) "Yes."

At about that time, a hotel worker walks by and yells, "I told you kids to stop bothering the customers."

Roger turned around and said, "I'll talk to whomever I want, don't you agree?"

The worker choked and said, "Sorry, sorry, I'm bye!" And then ran off down the hall.

Alice, smiling, mutters under her breath. "Here's your test, Fabus."

(Roger) "Do you kids know how to get into contact with your uncle?"

(Boy) "All I know is he lives in Al Khums in Libya, his name is Arnold Nicolle, he was supposed to meet us here because the boats were coming to Alexandria, but I guess with the borders being closed, maybe he couldn't get through from Mississippian Libya to Mississippian Egypt."

(Roger) "Do you have any other relatives around here, somewhere you could stay until he gets here?"

(Girl) "No, just him, he's in Libya."

Roger calls out to a hotel worker, "I want you to call the airport and get me information on the next flight to Al Khums Libya."

The worker nodded and said, "Yes sir"

(Boy) "But we don't have the sort of money for flying.


(Roger) "Oh nonsense, I'm sure they'll be happy to send the bill to somebody else."

The hotel worker comes back and tells Roger "Next flight leaves in 60 minutes, last minute booking fee, 8,000 dollars."

Roger handed him the money and said, "I want these two kids on that flight, one of my guards will accompany them to Libya to make sure they get there safely, here for yourself." (He handed the man a 1000-dollar bill)

The boy said "Gee mister, you sure are nice, and I seem to remember seeing you before somewhere? Have you been on TV."

Roger just nodded and said, "Maybe a few times, but nothing too much."

Alice interrupted quickly. "I'm sorry, one second." She turned to the boy. "What did you say your last name was?"

(Boy) "Nicolle."

(Alice)(Smiling) "Thanks. You'll be talking to your uncle in no time at all."

(Boy) "Thank you."

(Girl) (to boy) "Do you think mommy and daddy made it out of Angola on another boat?"

(Boy) "We'll have to wait and see I guess, they'll find us in Libya if they made it out."

(Roger) "What city in Angola were you in?"

(Boy) "Lobito."

(Girl) "Is Lobito okay?"

Alice flinches, then smiles again. "Of course it is."

(Girl) "Daddy was in a unit of those men that jump from planes, he said bad people were coming to attack Lobito and we had to get onto the first boat and leave. The bad people didn't get into the city did they?"

(Roger) (Smiling) "Well with brave men such as your father fighting to stop the bad people, how could they have gotten in?"

(Boy) "Makes sense."

(Girl) "But daddy said the bad people pillaged Luena and Huambo, could they have pillaged Lobito also?"

(Boy) "Don't be silly, Lobito had more air support and tanks, and it was on the coast so supplies can get in."

One of the SRG arrived and told the kids, "Come along now, we'll get you youngins onto a plane for Libya."

(Boy) (Looking at Roger) "Hey I know where I know you from now, you're a son of the Premier, aren't you?"

(Roger) (Smiling) "Yes, I am indeed."

(Boy) "When I get older I want to join the 30th Republican Guard Armored Division, the Fabus Youth."

(Roger) (Smiling) "I'm sure you'll make a great soldier, now run along or you'll be late getting to Libya."

The two kids follow the SRG man out and get into a tax with the 1 bag each that they had.

(Roger) (Turning to Alice) "Well, shall we proceed then?"

(Alice)"Yeah, just let me talk to someone for a second."

(Roger) "Okay, take your time."

Alice pulls out a cell phone and punches in a number and then waits for a few seconds. She speaks quickly. "Greg. It's Alice. Listen. I need you to get some people from the military office in Angola. I need you to pull out every record of everyone we found in Lobito, everyone we know is in the White Knights of Angola, every record of anybody in the area. Yeah. Yeah. I'm looking for anyone with a last name of Nicolle. Get back to me tomorrow. Yes, tomorrow. Yes, I'm fine. Tomorrow." She hung up. "And yes, Premier, I do know that its probably futile, so don't even say it."

As they start to walk, Roger sighs and says, "You know something, every single paratrooper that fought in Lobito fought to the death to buy time for the civilians to escape."

(Roger) "Most of the White Knights of Angola are actually black!"

(Alice) "But there are white people in that group, no?"

(Roger) "Most of white members are from Cabinda or Luanda."

(Alice) "Most."

(Roger) "What, you think that Nicolle survived and is in the WKA?"

(Alice) "Or ended up on a boat leaving the city, or was discovered alive in a basement, or was discovered heavily injured in one of the Africans' mass graves."

(Roger) "Well, shall we then, I need to get to the room and shower, I was throwing up on the plane you know."

(Alice) "All right."

They walk up the room, on the 16th floor; the penthouse is basically the entire 16th floor, approximately 72,000 square feet of space.

(Roger) "Large enough room?"

(Alice) "Perhaps."

(Roger) "Well I need to shower, I'm going to go do that now."

He goes off to shower; she looks around the room, a swimming pool on the balcony, a jacuzzi, a full-size bar, kitchen, 6 bedrooms, 3 living rooms, and several other rooms, larger than her house.

About 20 minutes later, a naked Roger Fabus came walking out of the main bathroom, he said, "Well are you just going to stand there, or are you going to hand me a towel please?" Water was dripping down his massive abdominal muscles and she could see just how "well-endowed" he was.

Alice was sitting at the bar, sipping on a drink he couldn't immediately identify. She smiled. "Of course."

(Roger) "No towels in the bathroom, try the closet would you please."

Alice nodded and did so. She pulled out a towel and threw it at him quickly.

He caught the towel, said "thank you" then turned around to look at himself in the mirror, she could see a tattoo on his upper back of a cavalry insignia, a horse with two crossed sabres going through it.

He walked back into the bathroom to dry off and then came back out with the towel around him, he got dressed in one of the other rooms and came out about 3 minutes later wearing a suit and said, "Shall we go to dinner then?"

Alice nodded. "Just let me finish this." She returned to her drink.

(Roger) "We could eat here if you prefer."

(Alice) "Perhaps. You know, I didn't realize this drink had spread this far."

(Roger) "What drink is that?"

(Alice) "It's the Serya equivalent of chilled sake. It's made from a version of rice entirely indigenous to a few of our islands. I doubt it would be here if Mason hadn't opened trade between our two nations."

(Roger) "Ah yes, well I've not had the opportunity to try it yet. So have you decided, eat here or shall we go out to eat."

(Alice)"I don't suppose you had in mind a place within walking distance?"

(Roger) "Ah yes, walking distance, of course, where else would the best restaurant in town be but within walking distance of the best hotel in town."

(Alice) "Good. Let's go, then."

Roger and Alice walk out of the hotel and down the street, there is a young white woman about 28 years old and her five children lying in the ground in an alley outside the hotel.

(Roger) "Excuse me ma'am, are you okay?"

(Woman) "Well I'm better than my husband is."

(Roger) "What do you mean?"

(Woman) "He was in the Angolan Special Air Assault Squadron, he died when Huambo fell."

(Roger) "So what are you doing here?"

(Woman) "Came in with the other refugees, except I've got nothing now, nowhere to go, all my family was killed when Luena fell, so we're just stuck here until I can think of something."

(Alice) "You know, Angola's been retaken by Seryown."

(Woman) "Well I'd never go back there, if the colonial forces couldn't hold it, what can guarantee it won't fall again, and besides, our home was ruined, we have nothing."

(Woman) (Turning to Roger) "Well sir, if you could give me some money, I'd do anything you want to compensate you, anything at all."

Alice represses a sneer.

(Roger) "No, I won't stand for that, no white woman should be expected to do what you're suggesting to feed her children. Here take this." (He takes out a check and writes her a number on it then signs it, Alice saw the number five-hundred thousand dollars) "Take this and go to Mississippi, take care of your children and God Bless."

She saw the check and then hugged him and said, "Bless you sir, bless you."

(Roger) (To Alice) "Well shall we continue then?"

(Alice)"Yes. You know, for all your talks about the loss of crime, it seems there's still prostitution."

(Roger) "I have no idea what you mean."

(Roger) "It's not a crime to try to feed your children, it's to be commended, but as long as I can help it, nobody will fall into such circumstances."

They continue walking down the street, they come to a tobacconist store, Roger says, "Can you wait just a second while I run in here real quick."

(Alice) "Whatever."

(Roger) "What, don't you want me to smoke around you? If it bothers you, I won't."

(Alice) "You are free to do as you wish."

(Roger) "Let's just keep walking then shall we."

They continue walking down the street, they arrive outside the restaurant, there are armed guards outside and a BMP-3 parked in the parking lot, Roger chuckled, "Well at least we can eat in peace!"

(Alice) "And a lot of other people can't."

(Roger) "What do you mean?"

(Alice) "Never mind."

(Roger) "No, No, tell me, please, tell me."

(Alice) "It is nothing."

They walk into the restaurant, it is largely empty, and the owner is up front talking to the newly arriving customers, he sees Roger and says, “Ah your excellency, your usual table And my, who is this lovely lady with you?

(Roger) "Yes the usual table is fine, the lovely lady is Ms. Alice Carrion."

Roger pulls Alice's seat out and helps her get seated, he then sits down and says, "Well Ms. Carrion, would you care for some wine?"

(Alice) "All right."

Roger asked for a bottle of wine from 1898. They brought the wine and poured Alice and Roger a glass.

(Alice) "Wine isn't my usual taste."

(Roger) (Smiling) "Well how do you like the company?"

(Alice) "Arrogant."

(Roger) "Oh come now, surely you must be able to something positive about me yes?"

(Alice) "You do care about your people."

(Roger) "Yes."

(Alice) "I only wish you were willing to let them be more different."

(Roger) "How so? Maybe time will see a few changes."

(Alice) "Perhaps if you amended your laws so that there was no mention of seperate races anywhere in them, that would be a positive change?"

(Roger) "No, that would be a suicidal change."

(Roger) "If our buildings, our highways, and our railroads should be wrecked, we could rebuild them. If our cities should be destroyed, out of the very ruins we could erect newer and greater ones. Even if our armed might should be crushed, we could rear sons who would redeem our power. But if the blood of our White race should become corrupted and mingled with the blood of Africa, then the present greatness of the Mississippi would be destroyed and all hope for civilization would be as impossible for a Negroid Mississippi as would be redemption and restoration of the Whiteman's blood which had been mixed with that of the Negro."

Alice shrugs, and then speaks. "You seem to think that you require laws to keep people from acting that way. If a person truly wishes to conform to your belief system, they'll do it with or without the laws."

(Roger) "Laws just make sure that the few bad apples he attempt to act wrongly are able to be punished."

(Alice) "Perhaps, according to your belief structure, if they are attempting to act wrongly they are not acting according to the wishes of God and he will punish them accordingly."


(Roger) "God wants the faithful to punish the heathens, we must handle it ourselves on this Earth, He will punish them in the other world." The pheasant that Roger had ordered before arriving at the restaurant was brought out.

(Alice) "You're impossible."

As soon as the waiter left, Roger said to Alice, "Something tells me you're impossible."

(Alice) "I'm not one of the Mississippian women, raised to believe themselves inferior and slave to your every command, if that's what you mean."

(Roger) (Chuckles) "I don't expect anybody to obey my every command."

(Alice) "You're the dictator of your nation. What would happen to someone who didn't do as you told them to?"

(Roger) "Nothing."

(Alice) "I don't believe you."

(Roger) "Well nothing would happen, believe what you want."

(Alice)"Fine."

(Roger) (Leans in and whispers to her) "Believe it or not, I've never... You know... Before."

(Alice)"Well, I've heard you lie enough to know you do it more than you tell the truth."

(Roger) "I've not told you a single lie."

(Alice)"What is one more lie?"

(Roger) "I've not lied to you, not once. I've been open about how our nation works, our laws, our secret police, and such."

Alice stands up and walks to the door.

Roger says, "Where are you going? Come on back here, please."

Alice turned. "The reason I prefer my country is because I can do this." She said, and left the building.

Roger walked outside and ran up to her, he was quite angry, "What the hell are you doing? You made me look like a fool."

(Alice) "You are a fool.”

(Roger) (Smiling and starting to laugh) "You know I could have you hanged for that statement, but I'll let it go."

(Alice) "You just told me someone who disagreed with you couldn't be punished."

(Roger) "Well I said they usually aren't punished, it depends how they disagree. If they write an article they're okay, if they fire an RPG into a government office, they're not okay, they'll be in trouble."

(Alice) "And if they insult you they're hanged?"

(Roger) "Well no, I'm sorry, we don't hang people for that. It's just, ah... I'm sorry, okay."

Alice, surprising everyone, suddenly pulls out a pistol. "You know, they let us have these in Seryown too."

(Roger) "Go ahead, use it, do it. I can see the hate and violence in your eyes, do it." A group of nearby soldiers level their OICWs at her, and 2 SRG members level their MP-5s at her. She is surrounded by about 12 soldiers.

(Alice) "Oh no. I'm not going to use it. I've already told you how crazy it would be."

Roger motions for the soldiers to move away, he then tells her, "Put it away then."

(Alice) "I wouldn't have thought that in your nation of all places you'd be afraid of a revolver."

(Roger) "Yes well when soldiers see somebody pull a gun on me, they get nervous."

(Alice) "As they should be. But as I said, I wouldn't kill you. It's pointless."

(Roger) (Pulls out his own gun and hands it to her, it's a 1911 caliber 45) "That is a real gun, not some pansy 38 special revolver, keep it it's yours, lets get out of here okay?"

(Alice) "Your eyesight must be leaving you. This is not a 38 special. It's a 44 magnum."

(Roger) "Well my bad then, well shall we go then?"

(Alice) "You'll want your gun back."

(Roger) "Why is that?"

(Roger) "Will I need it?"

(Alice) "If you think I should keep it, I will."

(Roger) "I have another two on me still." (He shows her his other 1911 pistol and a walther PPK)

(Alice) "All right. Then I'll keep these."

As they start to walk back to the hotel, Roger sighs and says, "I wonder what would happen to you if I told your Mr. Mason you pulled a gun on me and were planning to kill me."

(Alice) "I'd be fired, and tried for attempted hostage taking. I'd probably be aquitted, but I'd never work in government again."

(Roger) "Well then we can just forget about that yes? I've no desire to ruin your career. It may make the papers though; a few reporters were in the crowd that gathered. All I can say is that you were showing me a new gun you had just purchased, how does that sound?"

(Alice) "Why should I care what in hell you say?"

(Roger) "If you want to keep your job, you'd care."

(Alice) "I could be just as important in private industry."

(Roger) "Yes, but scandal is never good for anybody. Besides don't worry, I know what I'll say if the press asks me anything. I'm not out to wreck people's careers. As I've said before, I'm not a monster."

(Alice) "Yes you are. You and your entire belief system are monstrous."

(Roger) (Laughing) "I've been nothing but nice to you and you treat me like the plague!"

(Alice) "I'd rather have the plague."

(Roger) "Were you a Mississippian woman who acted this way, it would be clear she had not learned her manners properly and I would endeavor to impress some manners upon her."

(Alice) "Then I certainly thank God that I'm not a Mississippian woman."

(Roger) "But you are in a Mississippian commonwealth nation, and as such, as I said before , I hold the power of life and death over all commonwealth citizens as well. So you had better make sure if you're foolish enough to pull a gun on me again, that you use it, or you'll regret it."

(Alice) "I am not a commonwealth citizen."

(Roger) "By entering into the commonwealth, you fall under all laws that govern commonwealth citizens."

(Alice) "Well that's extraordinarily rude of you."

(Roger) "How do you figure?"

(Roger) "If I went to your nation, would it not be a given I'd be bound by your law?"

(Alice) "First of all, I'm serving in a diplomatic capacity, so I automatically get immunity from certain crimes. Certainly I could be judged on the other crimes, but it would be my own country's right to try me."

(Roger) "Before you agreed to come here, you should have checked our laws a little better.We don't have any concept of immunity."

(Roger) "Except from traffic violations."

(Alice) "Yes. In any case, do you want to know why it was a bad idea for you to give me your firearm?"

(Roger) "Why?"

(Alice) "If I felt strongly enough about what I believe, I could shoot myself with it, and it would look like you'd done it."

(Roger) "Your prints are on it and I'd not let you shoot yourself."

(Alice) "You're human. You need to sleep eventually. In any case, I think the fact that you killed me, a woman no less, would go over very badly in both of our nations. Even if you didn't kill me."

(Roger) (Grabbing both of her guns from her holsters before she could react) "You know I think you don't need to have either of these any more."

(Alice) "Now it's robbery."

He handed them to a nearby SRG man and said, "Hold these for her, she's suicidal and needs to be taken care of, I want a doctor to come to the hotel to keep her under observation."

(Alice) "And now it's imprisonment."

(Roger) "Listen here woman, you pulled a gun on me, I'm allowed to disarm you."

(Roger) "If I wanted to, I could have you publicly flogged, or worse."

(Alice) "Yes, only you know as well as I do that you have altogether too many enemies already."

(Roger) "You know what, I think I will be making a call to your Mr. Mason, and then I'm going to call the Commonwealth Intelligence Services and have you charged with attempted assassination against me. When you get out of commonwealth prison in twenty to thirty years, perhaps we'll meet again."

(Alice) "You know what I think?"

(Roger) "What do you think? I really don't care at this point to hear the opinion of some insolent woman."

(Roger) "Go on though, tell me anyway.”

(Alice) "I think we're both drunk."

(Roger) "Well that could be, I did lose count of how much I drank after probably the seventh glass of wine."

(Alice) "More than that, I think I left my bag at the hotel."

(Roger) "I'm sorry if I yelled at you or got you upset, I'm just not used to anybody pulling a gun on me. Well I mean I'm used to being shot at, but that's by indians and other tribals, and I shoot back! I'm just not used to women, especially women so lovely as you, pulling guns on me," (smiling)

(Alice) "I'm sorry? What'd you say?"

(Roger) (Scratching his head) "I don't remember, oh well there is the hotel now, shall we go?"

(Alice) "All right."

They walk up to the room

(Roger) "Well now what?"

(Alice) "I left my bag in the restaurant."

(Roger) "An SRG man should have seen it, he'll be bringing it by anytime now." Right as he said that, the door opened and a man was holding her bag, He set it down on the table and then quietly walked out, his MP-5 on a sling.

(Roger) "Well Ms. Carrion now what do you have in mind? Have you been keeping up on commonwealth news? We're starting to build several arab cities for the egyptians."

Alice sits down. "I hadn't heard. Can I have my bag, please?"

He asks her, "What is so important about your bag? Is there something in there that might get one of us into trouble?"

Alice shrugs. "It depends. If my boss finds out about it, I might lose my job. Otherwise, no, not really."

He hands her the bag and says, "There you are, so what now, what do you want to do now?"

Alice rummaged through it before pulling out a needle. "It's here. Good." She said, before dropping it back into her bag.

(Roger) "Needles?"

(Alice) "Medication."

(Roger) "May I ask specifically what for?"

(Alice) "It isn't contagious."

(Roger) "I am not worried about that, but maybe our doctors can help you. Our medical experts have far more advanced knowledge and data than most nations. Our methods of obtaining necessary data are shall we say, unique."

(Alice) "It's MS."

(Roger) (Gasps) "Oh my! Well we have advanced treatments for it, a group of doctors is pretty certain they have a cure, but it's still in testing, it looks good though."

(Alice) "You'll excuse me if I don't take it, I hope."

(Roger) "Well, the cure would probably work, we've run tens of thousands of experiments on subjects for all sorts of reasons and we have libraries of data on various diseases, conditions, etc."

(Alice) "Thank you, but no."

(Roger) "So you'd rather die than let a right wing nation help you?"

(Alice) "MS isn't fatal."

(Roger) "But you'd rather suffer than accept our help?"

(Alice) "I don't trust you not to kill me."

(Roger) "You'll be fine, I'm not going to harm you. Don't worry. You can believe it or not, it's up to you."

(Alice) "Then I won't."

(Roger) "Then you condemn yourself to a lifetime of pain and suffering all because your lack of trust."

(Alice) "Sounds right."

(Roger) "You surely are the fool, not I. I'd accept the offer."

(Alice) "Because no one would dare to poison you."

(Roger) "I've given you my word you'll be okay, does that mean nothing to you?"

(Roger) "If I wanted you dead, you'd be back there lying on the street where you foolishly pulled the gun on me."

(Alice) "You are not known for consistency and logic."

(Roger) "Oh foolish Alice, you are the product of brainwashing, you hate those who wish to help you."

(Alice) "Or perhaps it is you who are that way?"

(Roger) "We could argue all night about that, but I'd rather not."

(Alice) "Fine. I need to check up on some things anyway, so you go do your puking thing while I actually do my job."

(Roger) (Chuckling) "I don't need to vomit now."

(Roger) "Well why don't you put your job on hold for a while?"

He sat down on a couch and tapped the spot next to him, "Come, and sit with me for a while."

(Alice) "I actually have a job to do. We're still trying to develop a thorough profile of your nation and the others that were involved in that conference, and I need to oversee that. I don't suppose that somewhere in this massive place they managed to fit a computer?"

(Roger) "I can have them bring one up, but first, come sit with me for a while."

(Alice) "I'm afraid I have to work."

(Roger) "Let me ask you, what is your real mission? What policy changes are you to hint that I should change? What are your goals set forth by your superiors?"

(Alice) "If Mr. Mason had been worried about actually achieving something at that conference, he wouldn't have left the person on the staff he most disliked."

(Roger) "Well then you don't need to really do anything do you? Come sit with me and perhaps you shall find out how Mississippian diplomacy works."

(Alice) "On the contrary, my job is almost never to create policy change, it is to ensure the exchange of information between peaceful nations."

(Roger) (Smiling) "Well I'm sure the two of us could have an exchange of sorts. What do you say?"

(Alice) "Your hinting does not amuse me."

(Roger) "Well your pulling a gun on me did not amuse me. Come on, what do you say? At least come sit with me for a while okay?"

(Alice) "Tell me something first. I must know something."

(Roger) "Okay."

(Roger) "Anything you want to know."

(Alice) "By 1930 virtually every large civilization had moved to a republican style of government. There are thousands of nations around the world that operate through republic and democracy, and dozens of them are larger than yours."

(Roger) "Okay, go on."

(Alice) "Women's suffrage and equality of the races have become pillars in nearly every society, and the world over regards these as advances."

(Roger) "We allow our women to vote, just as men get to vote."

(Alice) "Yes, yes. But I look out the window, and I see your civilization, huge in terms of area and in terms of population, and I have to know...just tell me why it works."

(Roger) "Why it works? Because as I said, they were nothing before Curtis Fabus, and everything because of him, as long as he lives, they live. As long as he thrives, they thrive. Because he is injured now, the economy has suffered, but when he is back as premier again, the economy will pick up. The man has a quality about him few can explain, he's so charismatic, if he looked at you and said, "Do this", you do it. He is a god to them."

(Alice) "So they worship him?"

(Roger) "Also we were finally able to convince the masses to support a grass roots racial movement."

(Roger) "No they don't worship him, but they view him as a prophet sent by the Lord, something Holy to be regarded as infallible."

(Alice) "Interesting. You truly feel that you have the support of God in this endeavor?"

(Roger) "Let me tell you this, Curtis Fabus has survived over 90 assassination attempts, he's been shot in the head, the chest, the stomach, the back, etc, nothing puts him down for more than a few weeks or months at the most. He was in 4 years of brutal jungle fighting when he was in the paratroopers in 1980-1984, his entire unit was wiped out dozens of times, but he always survived."

(Alice) "You have not answered my question."

(Roger) "Sorry... Yes, God is with us."

(Alice) "You have never had any doubts about it?"

(Roger) "We are doing the holiest of His work by supporting our race and nation. Nobody ever doubts it; the Lord Yahweh is with us all, as is His only begotten son Yahshua, whom was slaughtered by the Jewish demons. He gave His life for the white race; He died on the cross for us. We know Yahweh is with us, we never doubt it."

(Roger) "We use the Hebrew words because we sincerely believe we are the true Israelites that God made his chosen people."

Alice suddenly smiled. "This entire time I've said constantly: "What if you're wrong", but I've never bothered to consider this: "What if I'm wrong".

(Roger) (Smiling) "Yes. I've only ever once thought I was wrong, but I quickly banished my doubts from my mind as they will lead only to damnation and ruin."

Alice nodded. "This doesn't mean you've convinced me. But I should like to meet you father someday."

(Roger) "I hope you get to meet him. He's a very nice man."

Very suddenly, Alice sat down.

(Roger) (Smiling, softly said) "Comfortable?"

(Alice) "Somewhat."

(Roger) "Anything else you'd like to talk about? I'll answer any questions you have to the best of my ability."

(Alice) "How many children did you say a Mississippian woman should have?"

(Roger) "The typical woman will have 12 to 18 children, but that's the highest numbers, a large number have just 6 to 8."

(Alice) "Sounds a little high. Who could stand that many kids around the house?"

(Roger) "Oh well Mississippians are child lovers, animal lovers, everybody has lots of kids and cats and dogs running around. We're very friendly people. And I can tell you father never spanked any of us or hit any of us, ever."

(Alice) "Hmm. Well...I can't say I could ever see having more than a few children."

(Roger) "Well nobody forces women to have children in Mississippi, they can have as many or as few as they'd like. The government does subsidize large families though. If you have over 10 children, you get 1 million per child up to 15 million dollars total."

(Alice) "Makes some sense."

(Roger) "So, any other questions?"

(Alice) "No, I don't think so."

(Roger) "Could I ask you a few if you don't mind?"

(Alice) "Sure."

(Roger) "In my nation, I can honestly say the only time I've ever seen homeless people is after a tornado or a flood or a crisis such as Angola, which has only happened once though, and what almost always happens, is the Premier gives his personal money from his various stock earnings and such, to buy those in need of them, new houses. Our youth are ever so happy, they have direction in life, they don't sell drugs on the street corners, vandalism is unheard of, the elderly walk safely at night, nobody except the ultra-paranoid lock their doors. Tell me, is it like that in your land?"

(Alice) "Our drugs laws are free. If somebody wishes to buy something they can harm themselves with, they have the freedom to do that to ourselves. It's how we justify free tobacco laws. We spend a significant portion of our budget on police forces, so there is basically no crime at all, vandalism is one of them. We do lock our doors, but that's simply because we'd rather not go through the trouble of having things stolen then getting them back from the police two or three days later."

(Roger) "Perhaps I shall have to visit your land someday."

(Alice) "I wouldn't advise it."

(Roger) "Why not?"

(Alice) "You would immediately be arrested and tried for war crimes."

(Roger) "Really? You know this? Thank you for telling me. I had no idea; I've never personally done anything I'd consider war crimes trial worthy. I'm not like Field Marshal Francisco "Chemical" Salazar you know.

(Alice) "Some of our members of law enforcement community hate the Fabuses spectacularly."

(Roger) "I'm glad you warned me of this, I thank you."

(Roger) "I need to be very selective in which nations I enter into then."

Alice yawns and lays her head back against the couch. "It's starting to become very late."

(Roger) "It's not quite 11 pm yet, not so very late. I often stay up past 2 am to get paperwork done when I have to fill out reports for unit maneuvers or detail battle plans etc."

(Roger) (Leaned back on the arm of couch and put his feet up on a table) "So now what?"

(Alice) "Some of us aren't teenagers, and I still have work to get to Seryown. If I turn it in to Angola, I can claim I didn't miss my deadline."

(Roger) "Well I may be only 19, but I've been in over 30 battles, been wounded over 2 dozen times, had over 100 horses shot from under me, and won basically every medal CM has to offer. I've also already got my law degree and MBA, I did what they called "Read law" I studied on my own time and got my degree by taking the bar at age 16."

(Alice) "This doesn't change the fact that you've still got the teenager metabolism working for you. So I've got to get started. If you'll excuse me..."

(Roger) (Smiling) "Okay, well if you need anything just ask, will you be needing a computer then?"

(Alice) "Yes."

Roger reached over and picked up a radio he spoke into it, "Would you please procure a computer." The SRG in hallway outside the room replied in the radio, "Sure thing sir", and then 2 of the 12 went off to get a computer.

About 8 minutes later they brought in a top of the line computer and set it up for her on a table in the living room.

They all left then, 2 guards were out on the balcony still, standing watch against any attempts to gain entry that way.

(Roger) "Well, there is your computer, enjoy your work."

She got up from the couch and sat in a chair in front of the table and started to work

Roger stretched out and occupied the vast majority of the couch, the 6'6 giant took up just about the entire couch.


(Roger) "Would it distract you too much if I asked you what exactly you are doing?

(Alice) "Right now I'm sending an e-mail to my boss so he doesn't think I've been kidnapped."

(Roger) (Light laughing) "Always a good thing to do."

(Roger) "Would you prefer to call him over the phone?"

(Alice) "No, thank you."

(Roger) (Sighing) "I'm going to say something I don't often say. I'm sorry about earlier, I was wrong."

(Alice) "Everyone is once or twice."

She worked on her computer for about an hour; Roger was just lying still on the couch, not saying a word.

He broke the silence, "How is the work going?"

(Alice) "Right now I'm righting up a personal review of ... was he a General? ... that Tracy guy, for the DPUO file."

(Roger) "Oh, don't remind me of him, a headache, oh, he was rude, so I wasted no manners on him."

(Alice) "Surprisingly, I agree."

(Roger) "Had he agreed to take it outside when I pulled my gun on him, I would have dueled him. I've been in duels before."

(Alice) "I find that trials are a much better system."

(Roger) "Father was seriously wounded in a duel over a decade and a half ago defending mother's honor. I just wish she were still here to need defending."

Alice made a noncommittal sound without stopping her work.

(Roger) (His voice grows depressed and serious) "She died about 14 years ago, I never really got to know her that well, and William knows her even less."

Alice half-turned, then went back to typing.

Outside a Gregorian chant sounded over the city speakers, it was about 12:00 am and the sounds echoed throughout the city.

(Alice) "Well, that's annoying."

Roger slid off the couch and fell to his knees and began to pray, the guards outside on the balcony also began to pray.

The speakers ended about 3 minutes later, but the praying went on until 12:20 am.

Roger laid back down on the couch, "Night prayer session”, he said.

(Roger) "There are prayers when we rise, at lunch, after dinner, and before we sleep."

(Alice) "You've created a nation of insomniacs."

(Roger) "A lot of people have soundproof walls and windows, that is just a reminder for anybody still awake to pray."

(Alice) "Perhaps. Do you know today's date?"

(Roger) "November the 18th."

Alice smiles vaguely and then returns to her work.

About 28 minutes later she finished her work, Roger hearing a lack of typing, inquired, "Done with your work?"

(Alice) "Yeah."

(Roger) "Well it's not quite 1 am yet, what now?"

(Alice) "Sleep, I think."

(Roger) "Well there are plenty of bedrooms, just pick out one that you like, except the one on the left just after the kitchen, that is my room." (Smiling) "Well I suppose if you really wanted to, I wouldn't object to you choosing that room, but you decide where you want to stay, it's your choice really."

(Alice) "I'm sure I'll find a room." She turns and looks back at him for a second. "Tomorrow would have been my husband's birthday."

(Roger) "Would have been? Sorry to hear that, what happened?"

(Roger) "War?"

Alice looks angry for a few seconds, then waves it off. "His LAV was hit by an RPG while it escorted the ones carrying Peter Stahlecker and the rest of that building's occupants to the port for transportation."

(Roger) "I'm sorry."

(Alice) "The next time you see that man, I want you to tell him to make the best damn life he can out of what he has left because it can never make up for the life my husband didn't live."

(Roger) "I will do that. Do you know what I have to live with though? You know the number that keeps repeating in my head? 314,041, that's the number of men that will never be going home to Mississippi because they fell in Angola. I have to live with that and bear that burden forever."

(Alice) "At least you're alive. Good night."

(Roger) "Sometimes I wish I wasn't. Good night."

He fell asleep on the couch he was on, about an hour after he fell asleep, an SRG man moved him onto the bed in his room and tucked him in then left to stand outside the door to his room.

"It is an anthropological fact that there are many races each endowed with unique genes. To deny this is to deny anthropology. But, as you said we are not here to debate race... Back to topic. CM has dumped years of work into his arsenal and will not give it up without compensation."

As Roger left, the General began mumbling in his native language some rather nasty sounding curse words...

"Roger, one thing," the Czar said. "Before you leave, I want your personal assurance that Derscon will not be attacked."

"Roger, one thing," the Czar said. "Before you leave, I want your personal assurance that Derscon will not be attacked."


(Roger) "You have my personal word that if there is to be a war, we will not be the ones to start it. Naturally if you attack us first, we will attack back. But we have no plans to Jap your nation." They knew his reference to "Jap" you mean launch sneak attacks like Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.

Roger started for the door but then stopped and turned around, "Let me also give you all my personal word, the first nation to attack us will not even live long enough to regret it." He then continued on out the door.

(Roger) "You have my personal word that if there is to be a war, we will not be the ones to start it. Naturally if you attack us first, we will attack back. But we have no plans to Jap your nation." They knew his reference to "Jap" you mean launch sneak attacks like Pearl Harbor on December 7th, 1941.

"Thank you. You have my word that I will not attack you. Have a safe trip."

Roger and Alice both left and proceeded out the door into Roger's waiting limousine. The SRG men with Roger also left.

OOC: Ta gents. Sorry, was 5:10am and I had to sleep.

"Ah well. We've no intent of attacking CM anyway. God knows he'd wipe out the world to destroy me. Anyway..."

Mannerheim stood up.

"We've not much time. In the few hours we have, we have to figure out a way to corner CM and force him to back down on his WMD program(s). Any ideas?"

"I agree, CM needs to reduce and or eliminate his WMDs," the Czar began. "But I am a man of honor, and I will not back down from my word. The Dersconi Empire will not take part in any military actions against CM."

"Well, if they end up attacking DPUO, The SSRH will be legally obligated to defend them..."

"Yes, And vice-versa. And since our policy toward any WMD use is immediate strategic nuclear retaliation, that would be a very bad idea anyway."

"Of course, if he does use bio/chem weapons on you, or any of our allies for that matter, we will retaliate with our nuclear arsenal. Now, I believe they might give up their bio/chem weaponry if we offer to help recompensate them for it..."

"Of course, if he does use bio/chem weapons on you, or any of our allies for that matter, we will retaliate with our nuclear arsenal. Now, I believe they might give up their bio/chem weaponry if we offer to help recompensate them for it..."


OOC- I want 8 trillion dollars and I'll rid the CM government of 1/2 of her Biological and chemical weapons stockpiles.

"Recompensate them? Are you mad? This fool can barely be trusted to keep his cock stashed, let along not to make use of the money for yet more weapons."

8 Trillion???

You said you spent 10 trillion!



"Perhaps, I'm not used to dealing with people such as these Fabuses. What do you propose we do?"

Fabus does not have to give up his weapons you know, he could just sit on a massive stockpile of them. As far as I know he has never used chemical weapons on enemies which did not use it first.

8 Trillion???

You said you spent 10 trillion!



"Perhaps, I'm not used to dealing with people such as these Fabuses. What do you propose we do?"



OOC- We spent 10 trillion to build the entire arsenal of CW/BW. 8 trillion is the price it will be for the CM government to dispose of 50% of the CW/BW stockpiles.

"I do not care what you say. You are on his side and can be no more trusted than Julius Caesar could trust Brutus.

The bored looking Axis Nova delegate looks up from the chair in which he is sitting and makes a snide comment.

"Why pay him anything at all? Knowing Communist Mississippi, they'd take your 8 trillion dollars and send you back bomb cases full of old pinball machine parts."

Axis Nova

"Most probably." Tracy scowled. "I've got new orders too. I don't like them, but there it is, I have to carry them out. I tell ya, were it up to me, I wouldn't even be here. Still..." he sighed and took a sip from a hip flask.

"I have a bad feeling about this. Time to drink."

Mannerheim then took a shot of Vodka.

"Anyway, why on Earth would we pay CM to get rid of his WMDs? It's crazy- we'd basically be buying him more toys."

"Probably, especially since they want more than they paid for them, we really need to come up with a solution though and I am eager to hear your ideas..."

"Perhaps we could only suggest that he get rid of 75% of his WMDs. That way, his remaining ones would be on par with ours. I really didn't want to suggest that, but I have to, because Fabus is a stubborn SOB. Anyway, what do you think?"

"Uhn. I'm out. All I know is that my orders are to concede their ownership of the lands they stole, toe the line when it comes to their laws and see if I can get somewhere on their WMDs. Stupid." He shook his head, and smiled wryly. "I'm not a diplomat, I'm a soldier. What I'm doing here is beyond me."

"I understand. I'll try to find other ways to get him to back down over the race laws. Anyway, I imagine we'll get somewhere with the WMDs..if Fabus can stop being a blowhard."

The General turned his head towards the DPUO delegate, "I know what you mean, but the diplomats are all busy with something else right now." Looking back over towards the delegate from Sevaris, the General nodded. "Well, any reduction in arms would be considered a success.."

The CM diplomat left in Moscow after Roger left to go loaf around in Egypt (Actually he is there to oversee the massive war games) arrive back at the Kremlin. It was Paul Stahlecker himself, he asked to be allowed inside.

"At least it isn't Joseph Mladic. I hate that mofo."

"A political success, but a military farce. That level of WMD is more than unnecessary, it's dangerous. What the state of their maintenance is doesn't bear thinking about. And nor does their willingness to use it."

"Yes. CM classifies as a rogue state in my mind. However, because their government is full of gun nuts, they won't back down. If I had my way, CM would have no WMDs, but we have to be realistic.

"And Mladic? He's just the same as the lot of them. Worthless." He looked at the sumptuously decorated walls and wondrous ceiling sadly. "How did it come to this? And I agree, they ought to have no WMD at all. I've been told to go for at least a 60% reduction, immediately, in all WMDs. What are the odds?"

"I've no idea. The world decides to do something about CM- and we get this farce of a conference. About your WMD proposal, to be frank, I doubt it's got any serious chance. Remember- CM's current head of government is a 19-year old kid. He won't give up any of his toys- and neither will his government. We'll have to talk them deaf."

Paul Stahlecker walked into the Kremlin, behind him was another man, Joseph Mladic. Mladic had just recently arrived in Moscow from a brief vacation in Riga, and he decided it would be for the best if he came as well.

Mladic stopped just outside the main door of the Kremlin and threw a cigar on the ground, he didn't even step on it to put it out, he just walked inside behind Paul and got ready for the conference.


About the two delegates.

Minister of Foreign Affairs Paul Stahlecker (40) He is the minister of Foreign Affairs for CM. Very intelligent (IQ of 163). He stands out because he is 6’4 and is very imposing. Although the average male height in CM is 5’11. Rumor has it that when Eleanor Fabus was 19 and Stahlecker was 38, that the two had an affair, it is unclear if this actually occurred and if they are still seeing each other. He helps see to it that friendly foreign nations that need military and economy assistance get it. He also helps see to it that white guerilla armies are in communication with CM military forces. Very renowned for his racially offense remarks that he doesn't hesitate to make on live international TV and radio.


Minister of Party Propaganda Joseph “The Jew Baiter” Mladic (39) The chief propaganda minister of Communist Mississippi. Renowned for his history of provoking Jews into exploding with rage against him on national TV while he maintained a calm and cool composure, he attempted to get Jews to come across as violent and mean people who don’t like to debate but rather attack enemies. One of his episodes of “Jew Baiting” resulted in him receiving a broken nose and a black eye when he told a Jewish man that, “Swine like you are only here because they didn’t kill enough of your grandparents during World War two.” He is the chief editor and the owner of the newspaper, “On the Attack”, and does the radio broadcast, “Exposing the Enemy”. His most famous quote, printed in his newspaper, is “The Jews are our misfortune.”

"Aye, aye. I don't think I've the patience for that, but I'll try. For what it's worth. Problem is, I really can't see the point in negotiating with them. They're all Hitlers in miniature. All convinced they'll get away with anything, all thinking they're so much better than the rest of the world, apart from their damn cronies. Foolish, really; the regime will topple beneath their own heads. Still, as I say, whether I have the patience for that is the question. I know the PM's getting very annoyed. He's been muttering lately of going all-out, full wartime production rates, and damn the results."

Mannerheim turned his head around and saw the CM delegation enter. He then whispered to Admiral Tracy.

"Good god--it's gotten worse. We have the propagandists here. F*cking wonderful. Prepare to argue- a lot. However, we must be civil nonetheless. Look at them- they look just like they're attending some fancy victory parade. They must be full of it."

Mladic sat down and had a very wide grin on his face, his perfectly straight and sparkling white teeth were visible. Stahlecker sat down next to him, they were both dressed like generals would be for a victory parade over a conquered foe.

"Being civil with the like of them isn't something I do. I can always say my orders are impossible and make my own. I'd like to avoid it though. Anyway." He looked appraisingly at the pair of idiots set before him and shook his head in amused wonder, before turning back to the table and picking up a newspaper.

Mladic broke the silence, "Before we begin, there is one thing I must say", he jumped up to attention, threw his left arm in the air and shouted, "Hail Fabus!" the 5 SRG with him along with Paul Stahlecker, all followed his example and shouted, "Hail Fabus!"

(Mladic) (Sitting back down) "There, now we may begin talking."

"You just gotta do what you have to. That's why I went- to ensure that Sevaris is represented by its highest authority. Anyway, I have a feeling any future negotiations will devolve into shouting matches."

Mannerheim then opened his laptop and sifted through some paperwork. When he heard the CM delegation speak, he then shut off his laptop.

"That was strange and uncalled for. Anyway, let's get to work."

Tracy suppressed a shout of laughter succesfully, just about, as the two performed their little ritual. My, my, you're funny. I wonder if you know it.

"Yes, to work. Well what work we can get done," he said acidly. "Mr. Mannerheim? Any proposals?"

"Well..at an attempt at getting these talks on a good note- I propose that CM's WMD arsenal be cut by 85%. If we do that, his remaining 15% will be equivalent to the average arsenals of other nations of his size. He will be forbidden from building any more WMDs for at least the next five years. Any comments?"

"Well..at an attempt at getting these talks on a good note- I propose that CM's WMD arsenal be cut by 85%. If we do that, his remaining 15% will be equivalent to the average arsenals of other nations of his size. He will be forbidden from building any more WMDs for at least the next five years. Any comments?"

Mladic yawned loudly and said, "We'll dispose of 85% of our WMDs if you dispose of 85% of your jews. Jews are deadlier than any chemical agent ever made."

Get the bastards riled up, eh? Well, can't say I'd go for it, but whatever works for you... "I think that to be sensible enough. Perhaps alteration of the balance of forces available, so that the greatest cutbacks and destruction of systems fall on the CW and BW sectors, leaving the...deterrent nuclear forces intact. What constitues a sufficient deterrent force will have to be decided, of course."

"Mladic, stop wasting time. Get onto the topic." It was taking all his self control not to throttle the little Nazi shitbag for that comment, every last inch, as he kept his face impassive.

"Hold on just a minute. No offense, Mr. Mladic, but will you shut up about the Jews already? Jews are irrelevant to this conference."

"Hold on just a minute. No offense, Mr. Mladic, but will you shut up about the Jews already? Jews are irrelevant to this conference."


(Mladic) "It's all about the jews, they're behind it all, don't you see it? Everything is about jews, it all goes back to them."

"Mladic, I am not here to listen to your rubbish, nor am I here to waste my time with somebody with the IQ of a retarded ant, which is what you appear to have. Prove me wrong and get back on topic."

The Axis Nova delegate looks up from his chair.

"If you hate all these minorities so much, ship em to us. I'm sure they'd be glad to inhabit a territory in the Graveyard."

The delegate steeples his fingers, and looks with distaste at the CM officials.

"I begin to wonder if this is less a conference for discussion and more a public relations ploy for the CM government to claim that it can force the world to negotiate with it."

Axis Nova

"Mladic, I am not here to listen to your rubbish, nor am I here to waste my time with somebody with the IQ of a retarded ant, which is what you appear to have. Prove me wrong and get back on topic."


(Mladic) "As for the matter of WMDs. I have been authorized to agree to the following: 1) An immediate halt on the production of new Chemical and Biological weapons. 2) An immediate halt on the production of new nuclear weapons. 3) And immediate halt on the production of all delivery systems. 4) An immediate agreement and pledge to not develop space weaponry. 5) An immediate pledge not to develop the IG-BS-2 Strain of the IG Virus, which would be so deadly that it would be unimaginable what it would do if it ever were released, it is over 4 times deadlier than the IG-BS strain. 6) A pledge now to attack or put economic pressure against Arabian Libya. 7) A pledge to continue to sell Arabian Libya adequate supplies of oil and food stocks from Mississippian Libya. 8) A pledge to see more reforms in the way our nig--rs and towel heads in Africa are treated. 9) A pledge to eventually move back to Def Con 4 if others will follow suit. 10) A pledge to halt new naval construction if others will agree to halt or at least drastically reduce their own construction."

The Axis Nova delegate looks up from his chair.

"If you hate all these minorities so much, ship em to us. I'm sure they'd be glad to inhabit a territory in the Graveyard."

The delegate steeples his fingers, and looks with distaste at the CM officials.

"I begin to wonder if this is less a conference for discussion and more a public relations ploy for the CM government to claim that it can force the world to negotiate with it."

Axis Nova

Mladic spoke up, "There are no jews in CM territory", Stahlecker elbowed him in the ribs and quietly whispered "shut up".

(Stahlecker) "What he meant to say is there are no problems in CM territory. It is true our North American territories are all 100% White Christian, as is Mississippian Libya. But we have a large arab and black community in Western Sahara, indeed they slightly outnumber the whites. And in Mississippian Egypt the numbers are almost even, except the whites outnumber the arabs by about 10 million."

"Mladic, as stupid as you are, you've managed to present something that I agree to. These terms are acceptable. What do you think?"

"Ah, my good friend Mladic... How are things?
Now, firstly I believe that if recompensation is not possible perhaps sale of 15% of his stocks to entities not owned by his government, such as the government itself or buisnesses owned by government officials (he can sell to foreign governments). Though we do not believe a reduction of his stocks is necessary at all, in fact it is about the status quo we wish to keep. Lest, DPUO attacks him.

"Are you implying that we should compensate CM, even after all the harm he has done to Western civilization?"

"Are you implying that we should compensate CM, even after all the harm he has done to Western civilization?"


Mladic shot up from his seat, "We are the guardians of Western Civilization against the corrupting influences of world jewry! We will fight and die for Western Christianity!"

"No, sir, you are the DESTROYERS of Western Civilization. You are making a mockery of everything our forefathers have sought to establish. And, for the second time, this conference is not about Jews. This is about weapons of mass destruction. Jews are people, not weapons of mass destruction. Now, can we get to serious negotiations, or will we just argue?

OOC: CM, if you entered the Palace without permission, you would be shot until dead, and shot again. Since I wasn't there, though, I'll let it slide.
Also, the Kremlin is in Rekjyavich Andropov Military City, not Moscow.
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The Czar looked at the guards and told them to ready their weapons, just in case.

"There are no Jews in Derscon, as far as we know. They were eliminated by my father, Czar Rekjyavich Ivan Andropov II, who was a Nazi. THe elimination was quite secretive. A true accomplishment by the Ministry of State Security, but a very dark time in the history of my nation. I am ashamed to be related to him."

"I agree to all of your terms except the Naval one. As the Dersconi fleet is small, we feel a reduction would not be needed."

He motioned one of the Imperial Guards to come over, and asked him to get a Mountain Dew. The guard came back and gave the glass to the Czar. THe Czar thanked him, and the Imperial Guard saluted and went back to his post.

"CM has eternally benefited western civilization and spread it to barbaric lands. You hurt it by mixing your people's races until everyone is everything."

"Mladic, Sit down!" the Czar said in a forceful tone. "I dont' like you in my Palace. You are lucky I allowed you in. Stay on topic, or I will have to ask you to leave." He turned to the other CM delegate. "I hope you are more civil and intelligent than this thing" he said, motioning to Mladic.

"Your Majesty, you'll have to forgive Mladic. He's a complete and utter idiot. He doesn't know any better."

Mannerheim turned around and addressed the Parthian delegate:
"While I agree Western civilization is a good thing, CM has spread it in an entirely wrong way."

"Mladic, Sit down!" the Czar said in a forceful tone. "I dont' like you in my Palace. You are lucky I allowed you in. Stay on topic, or I will have to ask you to leave." He turned to the other CM delegate. "I hope you are more civil and intelligent than this thing" he said, motioning to Mladic.


Paul Stahlecker sighed and said, "Mladic, sit down and keep quiet, we're not here to tell these zombies about the plague of jewry because we're just wasting our words, we won't influence them. So what do you people hope to achieve from these talks. Mladic has read the list of what he's been authorized with and such, what do you want now?"

"What, we're going to attack you?" asked Tracy with dark amusement. "A good idea, but not one we're likely to pursue. Now, as to the matters at hand: 1 and 2 are perfectly acceptable, as is 3, 4 and 5. For 6, I would have to see the exact written detail of said pledge. For seven and eight, yes. For nine, we will not until you have, since you are the aggressive nuclear and chemical weapons lovers. Ten? Well since that refers clearly to us: yes, we probably can scale back naval production. Specifics would have to be decided.

Now to eleven. Reduction, actual reduction, in your CW and BW stocks by 50% at minimum, both state-owned and private stocks. Nuclear forces reduced by 10%."

"Finally- perhaps these talks will actually work."

"What, we're going to attack you?" asked Tracy with dark amusement. "A good idea, but not one we're likely to pursue. Now, as to the matters at hand: 1 and 2 are perfectly acceptable, as is 3, 4 and 5. For 6, I would have to see the exact written detail of said pledge. For seven and eight, yes. For nine, we will not until you have, since you are the aggressive nuclear and chemical weapons lovers. Ten? Well since that refers clearly to us: yes, we probably can scale back naval production. Specifics would have to be decided.

Now to eleven. Reduction, actual reduction, in your CW and BW stocks by 50% at minimum, both state-owned and private stocks. Nuclear forces reduced by 10%."


Stahlecker spoke, "We have no idea who has what in regards to private stocks, no purchase records are kept when citizens purchase weapons. So we have no idea who has what or how much of what."

"Very irresponsible of you. Tell me, you have one of the largest state police forces, right? Assuming you do, why on earth can't you account for these weapons?"

The Axis Nova delegate (OOC: henceforth to be referred to as Minister Crane) skims the list of things in the treaty.

"Hmm... 1, 2, and 3 are agreeable to us. 4 is a moot point since we already have developed and deployed space-based systems (the nature of which I am not at liberty to divulge), but we can agree not to produce and deploy more. 5 is no problem, 6 is no problem. 7 is right out, as we have no commercial relations with Communist Mississippi or it's subsidiaries and have no plans to start. 8 is fine, 9 is fine, 10 is no problem at all as we HAVE no wet navy."

Axis Nova

"Good question. I am of the opinion that you do not want to. I sincerely hope you can change that, because there can otherwise be no progress; and much as I may loathe your country and everything about it, progress is what we are here for, is it not?" has asked, with a glare.

"Very irresponsible of you. Tell me, you have one of the largest state police forces, right? Assuming you do, why on earth can't you account for these weapons?"

Stahlecker answered him, "We believe all citizens must be adequately armed to resist foreign tyranny and possible enemy occupation of our lands. To the end, we allow anybody who has the weapons approval card, to purchase anything they want, with no record or list kept. Because records and lists will make it easier for foreign armies to confiscate them. As it is now, basically 99% of Mississippians have the cards, 1% refuse to get them because they fear being listed as a card holder could get them found out by foreigners, but everybody has at least 20 firearms in their house, whether or not they have the card."

"Lack of gun control means the eventual disintegration of society itself. Given the large amount of guns that your citizens alone- what will you do if and when they try to rise up against your regime? Anyway, that's all irrelevant. Can we get back to actual negotiation?"