NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a nice day in Tenochitilan. It was warm, but not oppresivly hot, and the humidity was great. Large but gentle clouds dotted the blue sky.

The Premier was entering the Court Yard of his private estate, coming back from a lenghy jog. Waiting to greet him was the Foriegn Affairs Minister, Dr. Darius Wellington.

"Hello, Doctor," said Premier Quetzalcoatl, breathing heavier from his jog "Any news today?"

The much older Wellington said to the young Premier "Well, there is a bit of news, actually. Our allies of The Island of Rose, they wish to visit the ANL and you give them a tour."

Quetzalcoatl was silent for a second. He knew this trip would be interesting. "Sure, that sounds good. I'll be willing to take him on a tour." He begins walking to the back door of his estate, Wellington follows him.

[i]"Sir, when shall I plan for them to come?" Wellington asked.

Pulling off his tank top and using it to wipe sweat from his face, Quetzalcoatl said "Tell them they can come whenever they want. They can have armed escorts if they wish. Just let me know when they are within 5 hours of arriving."

Darius Wellington then said ""Well, sir, is there anything else you wish me to do before I go?"

Tired, Quetzalcoatl said, "Just tell Coyotepec (the Vice-Premier) that I won't be comming back to the office for a while, since I will be giving TIOR's Represenative or Represenatives the tour. Also, deliver the Rosian delegate to my estate."

With that, Quetzalcoatl walked into his small but nice estate. Dr. Wellington went back to his office and transmited the following message:

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To: The Soviet Democratic Empire of The Island of Rose
From:The Democratic Proletariat Union of Aztec National League

The Aztec National Leage and Premier Quetzalcoatl will be most honored to give your represenative a tour of our nation. Please feel free to come whenever you want. Also, the plane that will be transporting your delegate will be allowed to fly to Tenochitilan and land at the Air Core base. From there, you will be driven to the Premier's estate.

-Dr. Darius Wellington
Forigen Affairs Minister
DPUANL

Sergei sat at his chair. He looked over the letter smiling. He was wearing his usual clothes, a t-shirt, leather jacket and jeans. Basically the wear of most Rosians. Orcha entered the room with some papers. Sergei looked up at Orcha, holding the letter in hand.

"Sergei, what's that?" Sergei chuckled. "It's a letter from the Aztecs. I guess they have received my request." Orcha sighed. "Damn it Sergei, another trip?" Sergei chuckled, standing up. He laid the letter at his desk. "Think of it this way. Next election, you'll have more credentials." Orcha chuckled. "Go you bastard."

Sergei went to his room, he picked up his Colt .45 and his holster. He already had supplies on his fighter jets. He had a stint in the air force by the way. Anyway, he grabbed his gun and put it beneath his vest.

He went downstairs, grabbing some keys hanging near the door. Outside his Villa was a BMW Z8, his favorite car. He hopped in, speeding literally to the airport, there were no road rules. Occasionally ducking his head to avoid the gunfire, it was rush hour you see...

He arrived, everything was prepared. His special RF-1 with the Rosian Flag at the wings, colored in Soviet Red. Underneath was the shell of an empty 1,000 lb bomb. Inside were his clothes, supplies, and his sword case. His suit was inside the cockpit, which he put on a few minutes later. After that, he was up in the air, flying above. He relayed a message from the laptop inside.

To Premier Quetzacoatl:
Heya. I see I have an invitation to enter your beautiful country. I will be arriving via fighter jet. I will come armed by the way, so you know in advance. Maybe we can talk and tour the nation. But right now, I just wanted you to know.
-President Sergei Ilyanov

He sent the message, he chuckled. On his way to Mexico...

((OOC: Tada!))

Resting back on a lawn chair in the courtyard, Quetzalcoatl laid back, looking forward to an interesting visit from TIOR's President. As he began to doze off, his laptop began beeping, inidcating an incomming message. He sat up in the chair and read the message.

"Flying by fighter jet? Sounds typical." He said to himself.

Although it would take a while for President Sergei Ilyanov to reach the ANL, the Premier got up from the lawn chair and moved into the estate to clean up and get ready for the arival of TIOR's president.


OOC: Obviously, you can post his arrival whenever you want to.

Resting back on a lawn chair in the courtyard, Quetzalcoatl laid back, looking forward to an interesting visit from TIOR's President. As he began to doze off, his laptop began beeping, inidcating an incomming message. He sat up in the chair and read the message.

"Flying by fighter jet? Sounds typical." He said to himself.

Although it would take a while for President Sergei Ilyanov to reach the ANL, the Premier got up from the lawn chair and moved into the estate to clean up and get ready for the arival of TIOR's president.


OOC: Obviously, you can post his arrival whenever you want to.

((OOC: Typical?! :P Oh and RP your people seeing the plane hm?))

The RF-1 began arriving at the Mexican coast. It arrived from the east coast actually. Though he had to go past some land before he arrived at Mexico City. But he wanted to give the citizens down there a treat. As soon as he got past the coast, he slowed down, almost gliding. He did five rolls, slowly. He than did a wide loop.

Gah. He thought. Shouldn't do that.The tricks must've almost knocked him out. It has been a long time you know. He went to cruising speed again. He should be arriving soon. For now, he started to arrive at Mexico City, at least he wouldn't be shot down.

Several fishermen were loading onto their boats for another day of fishing. Children were running around, playing and having fun. It was a quiet day in the small coastal town, just like every other day. However, the roar of turbo jet engines could be heard from far away, and coming closer. Many people looked up into the sky to see what the noise was, and saw an unfamilar jet craft. They saw it do five rolls, and guessing it wasn't hostile, they waved and cheered for the pilot. As soon as it was gone, they went back to their work.

Soon, in the Capital, the airbase began to pick up a blip on the radar. It was President Ilyanov's jet. One VIP State Car pulled up on the Airbase Tarmac while the ANL Air Traffic Controlers sent out a message.

"This is ANL Air Control, you are cleared for landing at Tenochitilan/Mexico City Airbase...do you request escorts or no?"

Several fishermen were loading onto their boats for another day of fishing. Children were running around, playing and having fun. It was a quiet day in the small coastal town, just like every other day. However, the roar of turbo jet engines could be heard from far away, and coming closer. Many people looked up into the sky to see what the noise was, and saw an unfamilar jet craft. They saw it do five rolls, and guessing it wasn't hostile, they waved and cheered for the pilot. As soon as it was gone, they went back to their work.

Soon, in the Capital, the airbase began to pick up a blip on the radar. It was President Ilyanov's jet. One VIP State Car pulled up on the Airbase Tarmac while the ANL Air Traffic Controlers sent out a message.

"This is ANL Air Control, you are cleared for landing at Tenochitilan/Mexico City Airbase...do you request escorts or no?"

Sergei picked up his radio thing... yeah. "Negativo. I'll come in alone."

The RF-1 started to slow down, again to the point of gliding. It aligned it self with the runway, the flaps went up, as to land of course. He dropped the gear, the wheels screached as it hit the cement, eventually it stopped, still, lifeless, just there.

The cockpit popped open, Sergei took off his helmet. He laid the helmet on the control panel. He hopped out. He zipped his jumpsuit out of course, revealing a t-shirt, blue jeans, and cowboy boots. He wasn't wearing his sweater, it was f-in hot. He spoke.

"Hello! Anybody?!"

He started to wonder around.

A AIA agent walked out of the car. He was a talk man, and dressed in a suit. He walked up to President Ilyanov. "Hello, my name is Agent Fernando Garza, I am to take you to the Premier's residence. If you will please enter the car, we will take you to see him."

A AIA agent walked out of the car. He was a talk man, and dressed in a suit. He walked up to President Ilyanov. "Hello, my name is Agent Fernando Garza, I am to take you to the Premier's residence. If you will please enter the car, we will take you to see him."

Sergei eyed the man suspiciously. He raised a brow. He pointed his finger towards the bomb under the aircraft.

"All my thing are inside. There is a button that will release them. My things will be taken right?"

Sergei eyed the man one more time and thought Damn beuracratics.

Noticing suspicion and a lack of trust, Agent Garza calmly responded "Yes, your things will be taken with us. Is the button in the cockpiit or on the plane itself?'

Agent Garza quickly picked up on one thing: As most delegates from foriegn countries, he was "unacostumed" to the weather. Although the temperature wasn't really all that bad, most outsiders might find it uncomfortable, in addition to the higher elevation of the city.

Agent Garza spoke to Ilyanov: "I do realize the environment is quite different then what you are used to. If you wish, you can go into the car while we load up your bags. I believe there is some alchol in the rear section of the passenger compartment, if you are so inclined."

Meanwhile...

The Premier was finishing with a shower and now he was just getting ready for eventually meeting President Ilyanov. As he was getting ready, the phone in the other room began to ring. Instead of walking all the way over to the phone, Quetzalcoatl pressed a button on the intercom.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Daruis Wellington's Deputy came over the line "Air Control reports a RF-1 has landed at Tenochitilan Air Base. An AIA Agent is picking up TIOR's president right now."

Glad to hear it, Quetzalcoatl said "Alright, I guess I have to hurry up."
He pressed a button to turn off the intercom and continued on with what he was doing.

Noticing suspicion and a lack of trust, Agent Garza calmly responded "Yes, your things will be taken with us. Is the button in the cockpiit or on the plane itself?'

Agent Garza quickly picked up on one thing: As most delegates from foriegn countries, he was "unacostumed" to the weather. Although the temperature wasn't really all that bad, most outsiders might find it uncomfortable, in addition to the higher elevation of the city.

Agent Garza spoke to Ilyanov: "I do realize the environment is quite different then what you are used to. If you wish, you can go into the car while we load up your bags. I believe there is some alchol in the rear section of the passenger compartment, if you are so inclined."

Meanwhile...

The Premier was finishing with a shower and now he was just getting ready for eventually meeting President Ilyanov. As he was getting ready, the phone in the other room began to ring. Instead of walking all the way over to the phone, Quetzalcoatl pressed a button on the intercom.

"Yeah, what is it?"

Daruis Wellington's Deputy came over the line "Air Control reports a RF-1 has landed at Tenochitilan Air Base. An AIA Agent is picking up TIOR's president right now."

Glad to hear it, Quetzalcoatl said "Alright, I guess I have to hurry up."
He pressed a button to turn off the intercom and continued on with what he was doing.

Sergei walked up over to the plane. He bent over, trying to find the button. He pressed it, the bomb split in two, still attached to the plane. Suitcases dropped, a special suitcase labled "Reiterpallash" was picked up by Sergei. He then walked over to the AIA man.

"There. And don't worry, the weather is exactly like this where I live. Hell, only reason I'm not wearing a jacket is because I have to wash it. That and it's a little humid. And no thank you, I only drink when need be."

He looked around for a minute, staying where he is.

"Now come on, let's go!" He said so excitedly.

((OOC: Mind responding to my Military Weapons Inc thread?))

Feeling like he didn't want to spend any more time with the President, Agent Garza said "Alright, then. Get into the car and I will drive you to the Premier's estate now."

One of the workers at the base began to pick up Ilyanov's cases and put them in the back of the car's trunk. Agent Garza waited for Ilyanov to enter the car. The engine was on and ready to go.

Feeling like he didn't want to spend any more time with the President, Agent Garza said "Alright, then. Get into the car and I will drive you to the Premier's estate now."

One of the workers at the base began to pick up Ilyanov's cases and put them in the back of the car's trunk. Agent Garza waited for Ilyanov to enter the car. The engine was on and ready to go.

Sergei watched as one of the workers picked up the suitcases.

"Careful with those things..."

He chuckled. He entered the car slowly, with his suitcase in hand. Inside was a Rapier, a German Rapier really. It was classified as a Reiterpallash. Good fighter but hard to handle. He started to speak.

"So how's live here driver?"

The worker closed the back trunk. Agent Garza pressed on the accelerator pedal and began to accelerate the car. While turning the steering wheel to get back on the main road, Garza spoke up

"How's life here? Well, I can't complain, as with most jobs in the ANL, the work is hard, but all basic needs are taken care of. The society is really nice here, strong sense of community and friendlyness...sometimes too friendly, but it's really a nice place."

The car reached the main road, it began to accelerate to a steady 50 MPH. Agent Garza continued on "There aren't too many restrictions on personal freedom here. In fact, you can pretty much do anything you want to do in the ANL as long as no one is getting hurt. Economics is another story...although the ANL government allows for small to medium scale privare enterprise, the economy and all companies are watched for the slightest mistake." He makes a smooth turn onto the main highway. "Before I go on, Do you have any questions?"

They would be at the Premier's Estate in 27 minutes.

The worker closed the back trunk. Agent Garza pressed on the accelerator pedal and began to accelerate the car. While turning the steering wheel to get back on the main road, Garza spoke up

"How's life here? Well, I can't complain, as with most jobs in the ANL, the work is hard, but all basic needs are taken care of. The society is really nice here, strong sense of community and friendlyness...sometimes too friendly, but it's really a nice place."

The car reached the main road, it began to accelerate to a steady 50 MPH. Agent Garza continued on "There aren't too many restrictions on personal freedom here. In fact, you can pretty much do anything you want to do in the ANL as long as no one is getting hurt. Economics is another story...although the ANL government allows for small to medium scale privare enterprise, the economy and all companies are watched for the slightest mistake." He makes a smooth turn onto the main highway. "Before I go on, Do you have any questions?"

They would be at the Premier's Estate in 27 minutes.

Sergei looked through the window, sighing. He loved to walk everywhere, but really, he needed to see the Premier first.

"That's how it in Rose. Though the companies have more freedom, as long as they allow unions, basic healthcare, and don't franchise. And of course no mega corporations of doom are allowed."

Sergei then chuckled.

"But I digress. We also have lax gun laws, only thing keeping crime down... so how's the Premier like?"

The car zoomed down the highway, hurrying towards the Premier's house. Agent Garza said pleasently "Oh, Premier Quetzalcoatl...He's a nice guy. Now, before you meet him, I have to tell you, he's only 25, so for a world leader, he is quite young. (this will be mre detailed in a future RP) He's a very hard working person, works too hard, actually. He was so wraped up in the revolution when he was a teenager, he never had a girlfriend, and now that he's the Premier, he doesn't think he should be bothered with what he calls 'trivial matters'. However, he's very friendly and a major humanitarian, almost every wold leader he has met keep in friendly contact with him."

The car switches lanes with grace and turns on to a unusually placed highway interchange. The car accends to the apex of the interchange and begans to decend on another, smaller freeway leading away from the tall glitering metropolis of Tenochitilan towards what was obviously a farming community.

Continuing on, Agent Garza continiued on "What really stresses himout is possible war situations. I remember the days of the ANL Civil War a few years back, I'm suprised he lived through it. You see, his days in the Revolution were so bloody, it made him a pacifist. Almost all military orders came eitehr from our Minister of War or the Vice-Premier. He's extremely anti-war."

Sergei was very shocked.

"Wow, I've never had a girlfriend either. My past is bad too, I was in the Mafia, of course this was after the Revolution. I also did a stint in the Air Force. I'm young too, 35."

Sergei chuckled.

"War, it's easy to avoid. Use common sense and gather allies I say. Are we near?"

The car began to pull onto an onramp and deacclerated. Soon, they were at an intersection and waited for a couple of minutes. After a old truck passed by, Agent Garza made a wide left turn and accelerated.

"It sounds like you have a lot in common. I'm sure you'll have a good time." Said Agent Garza. "We'll be there in 5 minutes."

The car continued down the road, passing several farms on the way. Agent Garza looked out towards the fieldhands, doing hard physical labor. Deciding to strike up conversation, he spoke again. "It's amazing to think before the revolution, the Premier was one of those fieldhands. Most of the people in the government were. This was the heart of the revolution."

Several trucks with fieldhands, machinery and crops pass by. The workers tried to look into the tinted windows of the vehicle, they guessed it was some sort of foriegn offical.

The car slowed down and pulled up to a gated driveway. There, three Jagaur Warrior Infantrymen gaurded the gate. Wearing an armored vest and carrying his AK-103, the gaurd noticed it was a government car. Agent Garza opened his window.

The JWI spoke "I see this is a government car. Please give your authorization."

Agent Garza then looked at him and said "Agent Fernando Garza, Secretary-General of the AIA, access code 1-alpha-pi. My passenger is a guest of the Premier, President Sergei Ilyanov of the Island of Rose."

The gaurd saluted Agent Garza and signaled to his comrades to open the gate. Agent Garza returned the salute and drove forward into the driveway.

Sergei watched the entire procedure and chuckled as the car went past the gate.

"You just ring the doorbell, no fancy security gate..."

He was thinking about the farmers, there were no farmers, just people that worked voluntarily, in his land anyway.

"So those farmers led the Revolution? Are they happy?"

Agent Garza drove up the road. He then began to speak "Yes, it was the farmers that led teh revolution. It started with the young farmers, but eventually spread throughout the nation. The people seem happy. There has been two anti-communist rebel insurections, and they had created mass havoc before, but the peope overall seem happy."

The farms and dry land eventually was left far behind and now was replaced by trees, grass and wild flowers. The car pulled up on the road and eventually leveled out to reveal a old looking but attractive adobe house. Around it was trees, flowers and other sorts of flora. It was a very nice scene.

Agent Garza stoped the car and turned off the engine. "I'll be back in a second." He walks out and goes to the door. Agent Garza presses a button and after two seconds, the door opens. He then walks in and after a second walks out with a different man. They walk to the car and the other man opens the door. Although dressed in a linen shirt, he is wearing faded jeans, has long black hair, has a medium complextion and gray eyes, and very well built, like some of the workers and fieldhands the car passed up. The man says to Sergei "Hello, welcome to the Aztec National League."

Sergei got out of the car. He chuckled. He observed the man for a minute, noting his texture and all. He got a serious look on his face, narrowing his eyes. They got too narrow, so he shook his head. He finally spoke, hugging him as a friend.

"Hello Comrade! It is wonderful to see you! Come, you must show me the sites!"

The Premier was taken aback for a second and then spoke in a very friendly tone, "Ahh, it's good to meet you. I didn't introduce myself to see if you would take me as one of the workers here. I am the Premier of the ANL, Quetzalcoatl. Well, since you have been traveling for a while, do you wish to rest for a second in my house so we may talk? I can take your things inside, if you wish."

The Premier was taken aback for a second and then spoke in a very friendly tone, "Ahh, it's good to meet you. I didn't introduce myself to see if you would take me as one of the workers here. I am the Premier of the ANL, Quetzalcoatl. Well, since you have been traveling for a while, do you wish to rest for a second in my house so we may talk? I can take your things inside, if you wish."

Sergei went back inside the car to get his suitcase before he spoke.

"Almost forgot this. And yes that would be nice, I have jet lag..."

((OOC: How does the House looketh like'?))

Quetzalcoatl looked to Agent Garza and said "Alright, Agent Garza, thank you for bringing our guest promptly. You are dismissed."

Agent Garza turned around and entered the car and drove off down the road. Meanwhile Quetzalcoatl walked over to the door and opened it, allowing Sergei to walk in. Like the outside of the building, it was a orange adobe like color. However, it's design was very modern. Plants hung down from pots and planters on the walls or suspended from the celling. Towards the back of the house, a large glass window and sliding glass door lead to the court yard outiside. Spanish style tile decorated the outside and tons of green plants could be seen in the backgroud. Their was a stair case leading up to a second floor where the bedrooms were. Quetzalcoatl turned to Sergei and said "Well, welcome to the house. Please feel free to do whatever you want here."

Sergei opened his suitcase. It revealed a rapier and a sheath. He put the sheath through his belt, and then inserted the rapier inside. He lay his left hand on the rapier, for that is the side it was located in of the waist. Whoa. He started walking around a bit inspecting the plants and tile.*-

"Very nice. How much did this all cost?"

The Premier smilied, "Well, the adobe house has been here for a couple of centuries. This was the central command/bunkers for the warriors of the revolution. However, after the revolution was a sucess, I decided to live here, since it's close to my old home. It took a quater of a million to repair the building's structure and clean it up from either war damage or natural aging, then to remodel the interior and courtyard in back took about 35,000. After that, the furniture for all the rooms costed about 15,000. All the plants were either already mine or donated by local gardeners and the pots were all donated by local artisans. The intercom system was expensive, and costed about 5,000 to wire the entire house and the court yard. There is also an underground bunker in case of emergency situations. Its a very nice house, more then adaquate for what I need."

The Premier smilied, "Well, the adobe house has been here for a couple of centuries. This was the central command/bunkers for the warriors of the revolution. However, after the revolution was a sucess, I decided to live here, since it's close to my old home. It took a quater of a million to repair the building's structure and clean it up from either war damage or natural aging, then to remodel the interior and courtyard in back took about 75,000. After that, the furniture for all the rooms costed about 25,000. All the plants were either already mine or donated by local gardeners and the pots were all donated by local artisans. The intercom system was expensive, and costed about 65,000 to wire the entire house and the court yard. There is also an underground bunker in case of emergency situations. Its a very nice house, more then adaquate for what I need."

Sergei chuckled.

"I just live in the ridiciously huge Villa that used to be own by the man before the Revolution. Come, are we going to tour the city?"

OOC: Just to let you know, I changed the figures. I thought they sounded a little outlandish.

IC:
The Premier laughed "Well, I'm just glad to have a nice house. Alright, as soon as you want to, I can take you to see Tenochitilan. In fact, in honor of this event, there will be a small banquet in the downtown sector. Just let me know when you want to go."

OOC: I go to bed now, since I have more driving lessons mañana. So, this gives you more time to write your first speech to give to people in my nation. Adios, amigo.

OOC: Just to let you know, I changed the figures. I thought they sounded a little outlandish.

IC:
The Premier laughed "Well, I'm just glad to have a nice house. Alright, as soon as you want to, I can take you to see Tenochitilan. In fact, in honor of this event, there will be a small banquet in the downtown sector. Just let me know when you want to go."

OOC: I go to bed now, since I have more driving lessons mañana. So, this gives you more time to write your first speech to give to people in my nation. Adios, amigo.

Sergei chuckled.

"Let's go now! I love speaking to citizens!"

((OOC: Write my speech?! I'll make it up as I go along :P see ya))

Premier Quetzalcoatl said "Alright, let's go." He then walked towards the kitchen of the house and entered a door. He then yelled out to Sergei, "Do you want to take the off road route or the normal, paved roads?"

Premier Quetzalcoatl said "Alright, let's go." He then walked towards the kitchen of the house and entered a door. He then yelled out to Sergei, "Do you want to take the off road route or the normal, paved roads?"

Sergei ran up to him, looking as he opened to the door.

"Let's take the paved road, I can see more of the City."

((OOC: Sorry for the crap ass post >_<))

"Alright, since the meeting won't start for a bit, I'll take you all over the city, the suburbs and resdential areas, the government sector and the downtown sector."

Quetzalcoatl grabbed a pair of keys from a cabniet and de-activate the alarm. While most government cars were Town Cars or other Luxury vehicles, this car was quite different, it was a red '68 Camaro SSRs with a white strip painted down the center. Quetzalcoatl looked to Sergei and said, "I had the choice to have a typical government car, or I could keep this one. Obviously, I believe I made the right decision."

He got in and put his left foot on the clutch pedal and his right on the break. Quetzalcoatl turned the key in the ignition and the Camaro's engine roared to life.

"Alright, since the meeting won't start for a bit, I'll take you all over the city, the suburbs and resdential areas, the government sector and the downtown sector."

Quetzalcoatl grabbed a pair of keys from a cabniet and de-activate the alarm. While most government cars were Town Cars or other Luxury vehicles, this car was quite different, it was a red '68 Camaro SSRs with a white strip painted down the center. Quetzalcoatl looked to Sergei and said, "I had the choice to have a typical government car, or I could keep this one. Obviously, I believe I made the right decision."

He got in and put his left foot on the clutch pedal and his right on the break. Quetzalcoatl turned the key in the ignition and the Camaro's engine roared to life.

Sergei walked over to the car, laying his hands on the doors. He walked around it for a few minutes, observing every minute detail from the handles to the window. He looked at the white stripe and chuckled, then looking over at Quetzalcoatl.

"Well, this is a fine car indeed. But I personally drive a BMW Z8 painted silver. But nonetheless, I'd own this car."

He chuckled and entered the car.

"Let's get going!" He said ever so excited.

"Z8s are good cars, but then again, most BMWs are." Replied the Premier.

He put his foot on the gas pedal and drove the car down the driveway leading them back to the roadway. As they got back down to the roadway, the Premier stopped and told the gaurd that he was going to be back in a while. After that, Quetzalcoatl turned left and headed back to the freeway.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Quetzalcoatl asked Sergei "So far do you have any questions or no?'

Meanwhile the car zoomed passed the farms on the side and the old trucks sharing the road.

"Z8s are good cars, but then again, most BMWs are." Replied the Premier.

He put his foot on the gas pedal and drove the car down the driveway leading them back to the roadway. As they got back down to the roadway, the Premier stopped and told the gaurd that he was going to be back in a while. After that, Quetzalcoatl turned left and headed back to the freeway.

Keeping his eyes on the road, Quetzalcoatl asked Sergei "So far do you have any questions or no?'

Meanwhile the car zoomed passed the farms on the side and the old trucks sharing the road.

Sergei looked over to the farms on the side. He also observed the old trucks that were passing by the Corvette. He yawned. He wasn't really used to this many farms.

"Are the farmers forced to work for the Government?"

Qutzalcoatl smiled "Being a former farmworker myself, I would not force anyone to work as one unless if they wanted to. No, they are not forced to work as farmers by the government. Although food production is important and our large population requires a lot of food, the people who work on the farms work there because they want to. However, those that do work as farmers either work for susidized companies or as government employees, depending on what farm they work on. In fact, none of our workers are forced to work, it's just in our society, there is a high empahsis on doing the most you can for the community. Yes, there are those that don't work their fair share, but they are far and few in between."

The car turned onto the freeway and acclerated onto the road. The freeway had no traffic, and the car zoomed down the road. It was about 4:30 PM now, and the day showed no signs of getting dark.

Qutzalcoatl smiled "Being a former farmworker myself, I would not force anyone to work as one unless if they wanted to. No, they are not forced to work as farmers by the government. Although food production is important and our large population requires a lot of food, the people who work on the farms work there because they want to. However, those that do work as farmers either work for susidized companies or as government employees, depending on what farm they work on. In fact, none of our workers are forced to work, it's just in our society, there is a high empahsis on doing the most you can for the community. Yes, there are those that don't work their fair share, but they are far and few in between."

The car turned onto the freeway and acclerated onto the road. The freeway had no traffic, and the car zoomed down the road. It was about 4:30 PM now, and the day showed no signs of getting dark.

Sergei nodded.

"The Island of Rose is also agricultural, but just outside the cities. Most of our industrial work is done in Prospero 4 and our Military Weapons Inc if you heard of our recent purchase."

Sergei chuckled, smiling as he saw the empty freeway.

"But I don't know, I was a former mafia member, a bodyguard really. I never had to kill anybody though, thank God. But that's because I joined the Air Force."

He sighed, shaking his head.

"Right. So any questions you have about us?"

Quetzalcoatl said "Ahh, so you have former military experience too? I myself was in the revolution, a few years back. But enough about me, what did you do back when you were in the Air Force? I doubt you would want to talk about your mafia days."

The car went on an interchange and joined up with the main expressway heading into Tenochitilan. The skyline of the vast and tall metropolis made the ANL look almost capitalist. However, most of the sky scrapers were government office buildings, hi-rise apartments or in a few cases, privately owned. Traffic was a lot more dense here, as the farm land disappeared and a large and surpisingly clean industrial complex surronded the road on both sides and frieght trains passed under the expressway.

Premier Quetzalcoatl said to Sergei, "In a couple of miles, we will be passing through one of the most lively suburbs in the country. If you want to drive through it, I'll be happy to drive through it. So what did you do in the military?"

Quetzalcoatl said "Ahh, so you have former military experience too? I myself was in the revolution, a few years back. But enough about me, what did you do back when you were in the Air Force? I doubt you would want to talk about your mafia days."

The car went on an interchange and joined up with the main expressway heading into Tenochitilan. The skyline of the vast and tall metropolis made the ANL look almost capitalist. However, most of the sky scrapers were government office buildings, hi-rise apartments or in a few cases, privately owned. Traffic was a lot more dense here, as the farm land disappeared and a large and surpisingly clean industrial complex surronded the road on both sides and frieght trains passed under the expressway.

Premier Quetzalcoatl said to Sergei, "In a couple of miles, we will be passing through one of the most lively suburbs in the country. If you want to drive through it, I'll be happy to drive through it. So what did you do in the military?"

Sergei looked over at the buildings. He chuckled, no smoke or anything. He listened as the train passed by.

"If you weren't in the International, I swear you could be capatilist."

He sighed, but then shook his head.

"Right, my army days. Well they weren't much. I was on the CRS Ilya, a United States Class Carrier, and I flew an RF-1. I usually was on patrol or the like. But that was for six months. That's when I went into politics..."

Sergei chuckled again.

"Politics. Such a funny word... yet that word can mean the end or rescue of a nation..."

He sighed.

"Right, so when are we walking?"

Laughing, the Premier said "Good thing you know I'm not a capitalist. Many of the tall buildings in the cities are just government offices. Few are actually privately owned."

Comming up to a residential area, Quetzalcoatl pulled off the expressway and onto the streets. He turned a corner and went under the freeway and came upon a large neighborhood. Children were playing on the streets and in there lawns, eldery people were taking leisurely walks, several people were tending to their houses or gardens. Although the large buildings of the downtown sector could still be seen, the industrial complex they passed through was entirely gone.

"Well,"Quetzalcoatl said, "From here we can go to and walk about the community center and park, there is always something going on there." He continued to drive down the streets and in about 5 minutes, he pulled up next to a park and turned off the engine. He then got out and said "Here should be an interesting spot." There had to be 6 different parties going on and a band was playing.

Laughing, the Premier said "Good thing you know I'm not a capitalist. Many of the tall buildings in the cities are just government offices. Few are actually privately owned."

Comming up to a residential area, Quetzalcoatl pulled off the expressway and onto the streets. He turned a corner and went under the freeway and came upon a large neighborhood. Children were playing on the streets and in there lawns, eldery people were taking leisurely walks, several people were tending to their houses or gardens. Although the large buildings of the downtown sector could still be seen, the industrial complex they passed through was entirely gone.

"Well,"Quetzalcoatl said, "From here we can go to and walk about the community center and park, there is always something going on there." He continued to drive down the streets and in about 5 minutes, he pulled up next to a park and turned off the engine. He then got out and said "Here should be an interesting spot." There had to be 6 different parties going on and a band was playing.

Sergei also got out of car. He observed the parties and the band playing. He turned over to Quetzoalcotl.

"Hm, this is a scene I'm already used to, come, let's join the party!"

Sergei ran over to the party, probably to make a fool of himself.

Quetzalcoatl closed the car doors and activated the alarm. He then followed Sergei towards the party.

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The party-goers were having a good time. Some of them were playing soccer, others were talking and many people were dancing. The smell of barbeque was in the air too. One of the young boys playing soccer stopped for a while to get a glass of tea. While he was drinking, he noticed a man approching the party. He looked different then the other, he certainly wasn't Aztec, Mayan or other Native, and he didn't look Metizo. Currious, the young boy walked over to the man and said in a currious but friendly tone, "Hello, who are you?"

Several other people headed over towards the man to greet him. However, when they saw Premier Quetzalcoatl coming up from behind, they were shocked and silent. It was rare for anybody to see him, he always kept to himself.

Quetzalcoatl said to the party goers, "Hello all, I want you to meet my good firend and fellow leader, Sergei Ilyanov of the Island of Rose. I'm showing him around the country."

Immediatly, they encouraged both of them to join the party.

"you first, comrade." Quetzalcoatl jokingly said to Sergei.

Sergei chuckled.

"Oh but of course."

Sergei looked at the soccer that was being played. He ran towards the ball, he started it kicking it around a bit. He ran with the ball, with his feet on the ball really, towards the goal, he kicked it goal! Though it must've been empty.... he looked at the Premier.

"10 Roses say I can beat you."

He said so a matter o' factly.

((OOC: You can RP the match if you want, here's a hint, Sergei sucks at soccer ;) ))

Quetzalcoatl smiled, "Challenging an Aztec to what has become our national game? You're on!"

OOC: is this a one on one?

Quetzalcoatl smiled, "Challenging an Aztec to what has become our national game? You're on!"

OOC: is this a one on one?

((OOC: Yes it is...))

Sergei stuck out his tounge.

"I'm sure you need the practice!"

The other people gathered around the field. Quetzalcoatl and Sergei took their positions on opposite sides of the field. Quetzalcoatl placed it down, steped back a couple of paces and kicked it hard, sending it all the way to Sergei.

Sergei, although stumbling a little, ran and kicked the ball towards the goal. However, once Quetzalcoatl was able to, he took the ball from Sergei by giving it a slight kick from under his feet. It bounced and rolled quickly away from Sergei. Both men ran towards the ball, and since he was closer, Sergei got the ball again. Only a split second later, before Sergei could do anything with it, Quetzalcoatl kicked the ball from Sergei's feet and got it 3/4th the way to the goal. Again, both men ran towards the ball, both trying to get it. However, Quetzalcoatl got there first and kicked it passed the goal line. The other Aztecs cheered.

1 to 0

Quetzalcoatl, breathing hard, said "You're right, Sergei, I do need practice, I should have gotten the goal more quickly. First to three?"

Sergei said in a playful but defiant tone "Let's see how much luck you have."

This time, Sergei had the ball. He gave it a reasonable kick, and although not as powerful as Quetzalcoatl's first kick, it sent the ball far. As both men ran towards the ball, and Quetzalcoatl got there first. Quetzalcoatl kicked it, but it went sailing back to Sergei, who kicked it past the Premier. The ball rolled quickly towards the net. Quetzalcoatl ran towards the ball, with Sergei quickly behind him. Right as Quetzalcoatl went to kick the ball, the Premier tripped and almost fell, but recovered and tried to get back to the ball. But it was too late, Sergei kicked the ball hard and it flew into the goal.

1 to 1

Although not as loud, the Aztecs cheered for Sergei's goal. Quetzalcoatl wanted to make sure it was his last goal.

Quetzalcoatl shook of the unsatisfactory performance and got ready to kick the ball again. He placed the ball down and prepaired to kick it. He moved back his long hair and ran towards the ball, sending it sailing to Sergei. Sergei, with a little bit better control of the ball, was able to get it to the Premier, but again tripped over the ball. Seizing the opportunity, Quetzalcoatl kicked the ball over to himself and kicked it way to the left. Sergei, turning around, ran like hell trying to get the ball. However, Quetzalcoatl got it first and kicked it towards the goal. Finally, way ahead of Sergei, Quetzalcoatl kicked it hard past the goal.

2 to 1

The Aztecs again cheered loudly for their Premier. The thing Sergei did not know about the Premier is he won some fame as a teenager as a soccer star and he still practices 2 hours a day with his old coach, when he can.

Hot and tired, Quetzalcoatl signaled a time out. He walked over to the side lines where he took a drink of water, Sergei did likewise. They took a quick breather.

Sergei had the ball. He stepped back and kicked it, sending it far down the field. Quetzalcoatl quickly ran up and messed up, kicking the ball back to Sergei. Sergei began to run with the ball, keeping a very defensive position, trying to prevent Quetzalcoatl from getting it. They were far from the goal, but Sergei turned around and kicked the ball so hard, he fell back. Instinctivly, Quetzalcoatl turned around to chase it, but it was no use. The ball went past the goal line. What a quick match!

2 to 2

Surprised, everyone cheered at the amazing kick. Even Quetzalcoatl thought it was good and helped up Sergei.

Now, the final match. Quetzalcoatl put it down and waited for a second. He stood back and gave the ball and running kick. The ball sailed to Sergei, who began to run with the ball. Sergie, not being a skilled soccer player, had to keep the ball in a straight course, fearing he would lose control over it. Quetzalcoatl ran up towards him and right as Sergei passed, Quetzalcoatl got his foot around the ball and kicked it away before Sergei's right foot could kick it ahead. Running with the ball, Quetzalcoatl ran like hell, Kicking the ball every couple of seconds to keep it ahead. Finally, with Sergei right behind him, Quetzalcoatl kicked the ball hard and it went past the goal mark, winning the game.

Tired, sweaty and hot, Quetzalcoatl turned around and extened his hand out to Sergei to shake it.

Sergei shook his hand, he chuckled too.

"Well Premier, you do need practice, you should've won faster." He winked at him. "It was just luck really, nothing more then old P.E. techniques."

He ran towards one of the nearby barbeque stoves and picked off a burger, he then grabbed two buns and made... a hamburger! Shock and awe, the damn President made a hamburger, and took a bite too!

"Let's eat!"

Quetzalcoatl sat next to Sergei. Instead of getting a hamburger, Quetzalcoatl fixed himself a salad with Balsalmic Vinagerte dressing. He then turned to Sergei and said "You're not a bad soccer player." He then continued to eat his salad.

A few minutes later, Quetzalcoatl told Sergei "Pretty soon, we will have to leave for the event in downtown, maybe in a little bit we can take a short stroll in the park. Then we'll head back to the car and I'll show you the downtown sector. It's best seen at night."

Quetzalcoatl sat next to Sergei. Instead of getting a hamburger, Quetzalcoatl fixed himself a salad with Balsalmic Vinagerte dressing. He then turned to Sergei and said "You're not a bad soccer player." He then continued to eat his salad.

A few minutes later, Quetzalcoatl told Sergei "Pretty soon, we will have to leave for the event in downtown, maybe in a little bit we can take a short stroll in the park. Then we'll head back to the car and I'll show you the downtown sector. It's best seen at night."

Sergei finished his hamburger and turned over to Quetzalcoatl.

"We should go there in advance, at least to get myself settled."

He took out his wallet, then taking out what seems like red paper. It had the number "10" on it with a Rose in the middle and the "10"s on the corners. He offered to Quetzalcoatl.

"I still owe you 10 Roses."

He chuckled.

The Premier took the bill and looked at it. It was certainly more flashy then an Aztec Cacao, but he wanted to keep it in his office.

He then got up and said "Then shall we be leaving? I'm sure some of the other ANL government leaders would be pleased to meet you."

The Premier took the bill and looked at it. It was certainly more flashy then an Aztec Cacao, but he wanted to keep it in his office.

He then got up and said "Then shall we be leaving? I'm sure some of the other ANL government leaders would be pleased to meet you."

Sergei ran to Quetzalcoatl's car and entered the shotgun seat.

"Let's go!"

Quetzalcoatl followed Sergei back to the car and started it up. He then drove forward and about a mile down, turned down a large avenue. As they drove down further, the suburban type neighborhood gave way to medium level apartments and office buildings. Not greatly impressive, but some of the buildings had to be over 100 years old. However, as soon as they reached the outskirts of the city center, the old buildings gave way to tall skyscrapers, enclosed pedestrian overpasses, fountains, landscaping and trees, small parks, modern elevated trains and monrails, people moving from one building to another and flashing lights. The city center looked like a modern 21st centry city.

"Although the ANL is a communist country, I find skyscrapers and modern cityscapes amazing. When the economy started to pick up, I had the government build a lot of these buildings. I must say I am quite impressed." Quetzalcoatl said proudly.

Quetzalcoatl said to Sergei "We'll be in the Grand Union Chambers in a couple of minutes. The Grand Union Chambers houses the Soviet Congress, but there are many room inside and the Congress is on recess for the whole week because of Labor Day."

Sergei chuckled at the Premier's last comment.

"Labor day, shouldn't be labor week?"

Sergei looked over at the giant buildings, the trains, the monorails and the like. He nodded, as a sign of approval, rather egotistical, but eh. He chuckled once more.

"This is not a rare sight for me. I'm use to this, this giant City I call Rose."

He looked over to Quetzalcoatl.

"The Grand Union Chambers, I only call it Parliament. Oh those debates are lively, why I remember one debate I was involved in, I got the man hospitilized. Eh, the debates are always violent..."

He shrugged.


"But quite entertaining..."

Quetzalcoatl turned right and then right again into a parking structure. He then showed the garage attendant his parking permit and parked the car, getting ready to get out. Across the street was the Grand Union Chambers. Although a large boxy, four sided edifice, the fine work of the masonry was clear.

The Premier looked up towards the top of the Chambers. "Lively and violent debates. Sounds intriguing...I'm suprised the debates of our Congressmen and women had haven't been violent. The opposition party is always trying to circumvent my authority while my party is strongly opposing all their legislation. See, my party is more lax when it comes to civil rights while the other party is more focused on 'providing security for the nation at any means neccisary.' I'm glad we don't have a two party system, it keeps the place somewhat sane and productive."

Sergei looked upon the giant building with awe.

"So this is it? It's pretty big... wow..."

He looked for a minute at the giant metropolis thing. Ya. He looked at all the buildings, he wasn't used to being in Mexico, I mean he doesn't live there. He looked over at Quetzalcoatl grinning.

"Let's go Premier."

OOC note: RL Mexico City does not have as many skyscrapers or advanced transit systems. In fact, from stories I have heard, despite the fact that it goes through many Aztec ruins, I am terrified to use Mexico City's subway system. The ANL has a stronger economy then the RL Mexico and therefore, can build a lot of better buildings. I just don't want to give the wrong impersonation.

IC:
Quetzalcoatl was indeed proud of the city. It was a marvelous city. Most outsiders thought of the ANL and Mexico of being poor, dirty and old. For a while, that was true. However, the great economy was beginning to turn things around. Premier Quetzalcoatl said "Yup, we have to cross the street."

They walk down to a crosswalk and wait for a light to go green. After the light is green, they cross and get to the other side of the street. They are at the entrance steps to the Grand Union Chambers and Premier Quetzalcoatl leads Sergei into the building.

((OOC: Bleh, I should've made my nation Hispanic... damn you USSR!))

Sergei started wondering around the entrance a bit, observing the many features.

"So... this is it. Come, let's go to where I'm supposed... to go."

The Premier walked up the steps of the Chambers and opened the glass door. He then directed t Sergei to walk in.

After they were in the Chambers, Quetzalcoatl led him through the lobby. It was intereting, but not as ornate as the outside. The lights emitted a yellowish hue, giving the marble floors and high walls a similar color. "I really wish they would change the lights here. I think they are hidiously ugly." Quetzalcoatl grumbled.

He led Sergei into the second corridor to the right and down a flight of stairs. He then continued down the corridor and came to an wooden door a few feet later.

"Here is the Reception Room for international visitors and honored diplomats. I will show you the Debating Chamber upstairs before we leave the building tonight."

The Premier opened the door, several ANL delegates were inside, talking amongst themselves, drinking either wine or pulque. Quetzalcoatl then said "My colleagues, this is our honored guest, the President of The Island of Rose.

They looked at both the Premier and Sergei and greeted them both.

OOC: I iwll introduce you to them in a second.

Sergei bowed lightly, smiling.

"Hello friends."

He looked at the table with interest. He was tired, he wanted to sit down. He sat down next to one of the delegates of the Aztec National League. He chuckled and held up a glass of wine.

"For the Proletariat!"

The others raised their glasses to and repeated, "For the Proletariat!"

While at the table, Quetzalcoatl sat next to Sergei and pointed out the different people. "Sergei, this is our Forigen Affairs Minister and my right hand man, Dr. Daruis Wellington. He is third in command under me and the Vice-Premier." Dr. Wellington looked at Sergei and said in a Cockney accent " 'ello, glad to meet you at last. I hope your stay in the ANL is very good."

Dr. Wellington, 54, was around 5'10" and very gaunt. His hair was completely gray and spiked up a little bit. He was wearing his typical buisness suit, white shirt, blue tie, gray jacket and pants. He had dark circles under his eyes, indicating he was fatigued. He tends to work 14 hours a day, everyday.

The Minister of War ran into the room, not wanting to be late. As he meet Quetzalcoatl, he saluted him and stood at attention. He spoke quickly, "Sir, I appologize for my lateness, I was in an meeting with the Vice-Premier."

Quetzalcoatl said, "Don't worry about it." He then turned to Sergei, [i]"This is the ANL's Minister of War, Cheif Warrior-General Tlanextic."
Tlanextic said to Sergei "it is an honor to meet you." Tlanextic was a short, stalky man with a medium complextion. He was around 47, had short, neatly kept hair and was wearing his Soviet-Style military uniform. He had a completely straight face and a firm jaw. Although many people respected him, the people that worked under him feared him because he tended to over-exert his subordinates.

He then introduced Sergei to some of the Congressmen. Most notable of them was the Congressional Leader, Jorge Arroyo. He was a tall man, around 6' tall. He was also physically fit and looked like a movie star. He was around 43. He walked up to Sergei "Hello, comrade, it is good to see you. I truely hope this will make our nation's friendship stronger."
As the others began to talk to Sergei, the Vice-Premier walked in. Coyotepec said jokingly, "Oh, you aren't going to introduce me?" Like Quetzalcoatl, he had long hair, however, Coyotepec was taller then Quetzalcoatl and not as built up. The lanky Coyotepec greeted Sergei and shook hands. He then took a seat at the table and poured himself a glass of pulque.

Sergei nodded at each of them and stood up. He was going to do a speech. He held a glass on his left hand.

"Socialism is the ideal. The ideal we must strive for. We must strive for this ideal no matter what. We must never restrict the people. If we are bombed, do not take their rights. If we are attacked, the people will rise and help if you ask. If we are destroyed, five more will rise and crush them!"


He slammed the wine glass on the table, and it didn't break too.

"We are obligated to protect the ideals of the people! We must never surrender! And I am a bad speechmaker!"

He sat down, laughing to himself.

The people laughed at Sergei's comment. Quetzalcoatl said "Sergei, you know, you're right, but you didn't do bad for an inpromptu speech."

Currious, Dr. Wellington asked Sergei "The ANL is a unitary/parliamentary type democracy. However, I'm currious, how does Rose's system work?"

The people laughed at Sergei's comment. Quetzalcoatl said "Sergei, you know, you're right, but you didn't do bad for an inpromptu speech."

Currious, Dr. Wellington asked Sergei "The ANL is a unitary/parliamentary type democracy. However, I'm currious, how does Rose's system work?"

Sergei chuckled.

"We use a Parliament system also in a way. Every election for President, the Parliament's seat is also decided. If the Red Party gains 50% in the Presidential Election, they also gain 50% of the seats. There are no states, so we don't worry about population."

He sighed.

"It's too simple really..."

"Now by gaining 50% in the elections, are you saying gaining 50% more in the elections from last year or 50% more then the other party?" Asked Dr. Wellington.

"Now by gaining 50% in the elections, are you saying gaining 50% more in the elections from last year or 50% more then the other party?" Asked Dr. Wellington.

Sergei yawned.

"50% more then the other parties Mr. Wellington. We have 4 main parties. I am part of the Red Party, a moderate socialist party. The Corporate Party is the main opposition and is predicted to win the next election, aka the Capatalists if you didn't know. The Militant Communists don't have too much support, they want leftist one party rule."

Sergei chuckled.

"But the Facist Party was a right wing one party rule. So those are the minor parties, but both have about 10% on Parliament. The Red Party has 50% and the Corporate 30%. And to clarify my answer. The Red Party won 50% last election, about 50% anyway. They had 65% last time, they reduced to 50%. It's a good system yes? It handles everything in one day."

Dr. Wellington was satisfied with the answer. "It's a simple system, but it sounds effective. Our system is slightly different. Whoever has the simple majority in the Soviet Congress (Parliament) appoints the administration. However, while the ANL has several political parties, only five have any seats in congress and most of them were elected to the current party in power, the Democratic Communist Party, DCP for short. The DCP has an almost unbeatable hold on the populace right now, last voter turn out was around 74%. The main opposition party, the Soviet Republic Party, recived about 14% last election, has several key administration positions though. They are unpopular because they want a right-wing, communist type government. The third place party, the Confederate Party, has about 11% of the votes. They want to disband the Union and revert the ANL back into the Confederate government it used to be. They are a relativly new party and might catch a lot of steam in the future. The last party is the Capitalist Union, which only recived 1% of the votes. They are a right-wing capitalist based party, but recent scandals nearly destroyed the party and much of their platform was rejected since the DCP allowed for small to medium scale private enterprise. We are not capitalists, by any strech, we are more like Leninists."

Sergei sighed sadly.

"How ironic. We just legalized small scale capatilism and now they want more..."

Sergei then smiled and laughed heartily.

"But my 10 year term finishes in 2 years, my friend Orcha will have to handle that. Anyway, enough politics. I already know soccer is your sport. Any others you have?"

Jorge Arroyo, the Chief Soviet Congressman spoke up this time. "We do have many popular sports in the ANL. While soccer is definantly the most popular sport, archery, baseball, running and weight lifting are also popular sports...there has also been a major rising in popularity with fencing."

Jorge Arroyo, the Chief Soviet Congressman spoke up this time. "We do have many popular sports in the ANL. While soccer is definantly the most popular sport, archery, baseball, running and weight lifting are also popular sports...there has also been a major rising in popularity with fencing."

Sergei chuckled.

"Fencing hm? That's the most popular sport on the Island, I'm a fencer myself. That and streaking... we have a whole list of categories. Biggest, smallest, bounciest... it's a good sport."

He says this without being aware that it might cause people to think that he is a pervert. He has been immune to the naked body.

The delegates laughed, finding what Sergei said ammusing. Quetzalcoatl said "Well, nudity is allowed in our nation, although rarely seen."

Dr. Wellington then said to Sergei "Well, hopefully, you aren't fencing and nude at the same time, that would be...well a bit dangerous, wouldn't you agree?"

The delegates laughed, finding what Sergei said ammusing. Quetzalcoatl said "Well, nudity is allowed in our nation, although rarely seen."

Dr. Wellington then said to Sergei "Well, hopefully, you aren't fencing and nude at the same time, that would be...well a bit dangerous, wouldn't you agree?"

Sergei shook his head.

"Nope. That would be... painful to say the least. Are any of you duelists? I brought my sword hoping for a duel... plus I don't feel good at night without it."

Sergei chuckled at his own comment.

Suprised, everyone was silent for a second. None of the cabniet members knew how to duel...except:

"Well, Sergei...I know how to duel with swords."
Dr. Darius Wellington was looking right at Sergei. Although Dr. Wellington hadn't dueled for ages, he was itching for a duel.

OOC: To answer your question, I've been busy.

Suprised, everyone was silent for a second. None of the cabniet members knew how to duel...except:

"Well, Sergei...I know how to duel with swords."
Dr. Darius Wellington was looking right at Sergei. Although Dr. Wellington hadn't dueled for ages, he was itching for a duel.

OOC: To answer your question, I've been busy.

Sergei raised his right brow.

"Really now? My sword is at the Premier's house. It's a Reiterpallash. What kind of sword do you have?"

Sergei grinned. He wanted to have at least one duel in The Aztec National League. He was very interested...

((OOC: Ah sorry man.))

OOC: No problemo, amigo. ¿Cómo es Florida con el hurican?
Oh yeah, also, you do the fencing RP...I know nada sobre fencing.

OOC: No problemo, amigo. ¿Cómo es Florida con el hurican?
Oh yeah, also, you do the fencing RP...I know nada sobre fencing.

((OOC: Heh, Florida is fine. I live in Miami, we just got rain and wind. I guess we're protected by the Jesus Shield. And uh... everything I know about fencing is from Soul Caliber II :P. So if you please get the Doctor's and Sergei's sword I can start lol))

Quetzalcoatl phoned his home. He asked the person on the other line "Please bring one of Sergei's bags over here. I believe its labeled Reiterpallash" Quetzalcoatl then turned to Sergie "It'll be here in 20 minutes."

Dr. Wellington said to Sergei "I have three swords in my office...a sabre, a katana and a traditional fencing sword. Do you want me to use any particular type?"

Quetzalcoatl phoned his home. He asked the person on the other line "Please bring one of Sergei's bags over here. I believe its labeled Reiterpallash" Quetzalcoatl then turned to Sergie "It'll be here in 20 minutes."

Dr. Wellington said to Sergei "I have three swords in my office...a sabre, a katana and a traditional fencing sword. Do you want me to use any particular type?"

Sergei looked at Dr. Wellington as he chuckled.

"Use your fencing sword. The sabre is only good for looking good. And the katana is not for sport. So Doctor, why do you like fencing?"

Before heading off to his office to get his sword, Dr. Wellington said to Sergei "I find it a very mentally and physically demanding sport. I respect anyone that can fence, because they must posess mental and physical power."

He then ran off into his office and came back 5 minutes later. The fencing sword he brought was an intricate, beautiful, but functional spanish style sword.

Also, nearby was some armor.

Sergei looked over at the nearby armor, he raised his right brow again.

"Oh... you duel with armor. I duel normally, without armor. Usually the one who trips or falls down is the loser."

((OOC: Let's continue this tommorow, I need to sleep soon))

OOC: Ok, just one last post...

IC:
Dr. Wellington said "Oh, that, nevermind that. I can duel anyway."

Wellington and Sergei received their rapiers. The room was silent, they wanted to see this duel. Both of them put on their armor, but Sergei was not used to the armor, but he'd probably win anyway. Sergei looked at Wellington and chuckled. "Ready to lose?" He said. Wellington replied. "Of course... not." It begun.

Sergei started with a vertical thrust towards Wellington, in which he countered by tripping him, but Sergei kept his balance. Wellington then did a horizontal slash at Sergei, in which he blocked, countering with a kick to Wellington's chest. Wellington was unbalanced, and Sergei used this chance. He punched Wellington's face with the handle, but he was protected no harm done. But this wasn't enough.

"Well Mr. President, you want to play rough don't you?" He said. Sergei nodded, doing a three hit combonation, which Wellington blocked. Wellington countered with the same thing, the same result. They began exchanging attacks, the same result, block after block. Sergei shouted. "Screw this!"

Wellington did a vertical strike towards Sergei, Sergei blocked it, but this time with the handle. Wellington tried to break it, but he couldn't. Sergei spun his hand, Wellington was unbalanced, and he had no protection. His arms were flailing and he was about to fall. Sergei used this chance. He did a roundhouse kick at Wellington's face, Wellington now couldn't saved himself, he fell. Sergei was the winner.

Sergei took off his helmet and started doing a victory dance, while shouting. "I are the winner! I are the winner!" And he kept shouting this and wouldn't stop until the Premier intervened...

((OOC: Is this okay?))

Bump for ANL to see.

OOC: That was the wierdest and most violent, but funniest fencing duel I have seen. :D

IC:
Dr. Darius Wellington on his back said "Son of a bitch!" Partially stunned from Sergei's remdition of fencing and angry that he "lost", Dr. Wellington got up, took off him helmet and said "If that's how all of you fence in Rose, there's no chance in hell I'm going there for fencing." But getting his frustration under control, Dr. Wellington said "Well, I tip my hat to you for your unorthodox win."

Premier Quetzalcoatl was glad Sergei didn't do that to him ealier during their soccer match.

Sergei chuckled as he helped Wellington up.

"That's how we duel on the Island. I'm pretty much normal, there are better people there."

He went over to his suitcase, inside was a sheath for the Reiterpallash. He connected to his jeans via the belt it used. He sheathed his sword, then looking at the Premier.

"So what's next?"

Premier Quetzalcoatl, still suprised by the fencing match, said "Well, I can take you on more of a tour of the Capital, or I can take you to Baja, Acapulco or Veracruz. If you want me to, I can take you to the more deserty northern lands. Before you leave, I will take you to the more tropical lands, though, so don't worry about that."

Sergei paused for a moment. After 20 seconds he spoke, chuckling.

"Show me more of the Capital, then we'll cruise the Union."

The Premier then said, "Alright, as soon as we leave the Chambers, I want to take you to the observaiton floor of one of the skyscrappers here. Its a short walk, but, its well worth it."

The Premier then said, "Alright, as soon as we leave the Chambers, I want to take you to the observaiton floor of one of the skyscrappers here. Its a short walk, but, its well worth it."

Sergei nodded.

"Excellent. Do you have a shooting range too?"

He made a gesture with his hand, as he was holding a pistol. He did childing shooting noises aiming towards the wall.

"Nothing like some recoil in the morning."

"Hmmm." Said Quetzalcoatl "Well, in the ANL, we have the strictest of gun control laws on our civilians, so it would be hard to find a civilian shooting range. However, we can go to a police or military shooting range so you can do target practice."

He then said to Sergei "So whenever you want go, just let me know."