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This part was RPed between DA and Kahta, (Kahta= King Sam of Kahta) (DA= Victoria Fabus)


Victoria was with Sam of Kahta, in the capital city, she'd heard how sick her father was, and she wanted to go to Mississippi right away.

(Victoria) "Sammy, I need to go there, now."

(King) "I will not let you go there."

(King) "Your father disowned you, he hates me, what do you think he is going to do?"

Her tone was pleading, yet defiant, "Sammy, please, you can't deny me my right to see my father."

(King) "I will not let you go there"

(Victoria) "He probably wants to apologize and reinstate me in his will, he's dying, he doesn't want to be on bad terms with any of his children."

(King) "Then do it in a neutral country. I will not let you go there."

(Victoria) "But father can scarcely move from bed, he's dying, Sammy, he's dying."

(King) "I also want you to wear a bulletproof vest, and have PP agents test anything before you eat it

Victoria was shocked, "Sammy, that would be an insult to father!"

(King) "He disowned you and he hates me. Do you understand?"

Victoria looked Sam in the eye, and for the first time in their marriage, she spoke in a stern tone, "Sammy, I want you to let me go to Mississippi, to my father's estate, and see him, before he dies." Her tone changed to pleading, "Please Sammy..."

(King) "Only if I can come. I haven’t been to your homeland since we were married."

(Victoria) "Father suggested you come as well, he'd like to see you."

(King) "Ok then, lets get going." The sarcasm in his voice was evident.

(Victoria) "He said that an SRG unit will meet us at the airport so we don't need to worry about guards, he'll provide them... Shall we get ready then?"

(King) "I would like my own guards. I will be wearing a level IV vest and carrying a gun."

(Victoria) "Father said that nothing of the sort will be allowed, and if you can't comply with the rules, he told me to tell you that I'll have to go alone."

(King) "I do not care what your father said. I am going to do things my way, or neither one of us will go."

Victoria frowned, "Sammy, you don't mean to say you'd keep me prisoner here, if I want to go to Mississippi for a few days, do you?"

(King) "FINE, we'll both go. I'm carrying a gun when we go, I will not wear a vest however."

Victoria smiled and hugged him, "I'm sure father is going to be angry about the gun, rather than any vest."

(King) "Fine, I'll keep the gun in the car."

(Victoria) "What car? We're flying in on a plane father is sending, there is no room for a car on this plane, he'll have a car waiting for us at the airport though."

(King) "We will bring my car and my jet."

(Victoria) "Father says his jet is better, besides, how can I turn him down without insulting him?”

Victoria frowned at him, "Sammy, I think you're paranoid, and over nothing."

(King) "I am looking out for you, and I am looking out for myself."

(Victoria) "You don't seriously mean to suggest father would do something to harm either of us, do you?"

(King) "He has nothing to lose."

Victoria was shocked, and angered, and showed her anger, not quite openly though, "Sammy! I'm disappointed you'd say that... To suggest my father would harm either of us... Why, I just don't know what to say, it's just not possible."

(King) "He has nothing to lose. He disowned you until he neared his death and he hates me because I'm Atheist and I left the LOEL."

(Victoria) "He obviously wants to reconcile."

(King) "Hitler wanted to reconcile with Stalin before WWII."

(Victoria) "Let's just stop arguing and get on the plane, okay, please?"

(King) "No. I want to use my plane with my car."

(Victoria) "Fine, let's go."

(King) "The plane is on the way."

Sam and Victoria walked out to a waiting limo. They climbed into the waiting Lincoln LS limo. and the car took off.

Victoria hugged Sam, and the kissed him, saying, "Thanks for agreeing to let me go."

They approached the airport and waiting was a C-130, and 8 F-22's. Also inside the C-130 was a Lincoln Navigator armored to withstand 30mm cannons.

Victoria was sitting on the plane a few minutes later, smiling at Sam, "Thanks again, Sammy."

What she did not know however, was that 12 PP agents were waiting inside the Navigator and 3 Crown Victorias

Victoria waited for Sam to respond, to say something.

(Victoria) "Sammy, aren't you going to say anything?"

(King) "By the way, 12 PP agents are going to come with us, as are an additional 64 that are already on the way."

Victoria turned red, "Sammy, what are you planning to do? Kill my father?"

(King) "Protect myself and you."

Victoria ran her hand gently along his shoulder, and then slowly traced a finger down to his waist, she leaned in and kissed him, "Well Sammy, it'll be hours until we get to Mississippi, how do you suggest we pass the time?"

(King) "I dont know, what would you recommend?"

Victoria pushed him down onto the couch they were sitting on, and then straddled him, "I think you know, yes Sammy?"

(King) "Yes, I think I know."

When they were finished, she was lying on top of him, running her hand through his hair, she kissed him, then fell asleep, still on top of him.

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Curtis Fabus lay in bed, miserable, struggling to avoid choking to death on his own saliva. Christine sat next to the bed in a chair, the endless stream of tears flowing down her face, hitting the floor, the only sound besides the former Premier’s struggling not to choke.

The doctor was in the room, standing by Curtis’s side, waiting, for hours now, waiting for it to happen.

Curtis looked at Christine, and managed to choke out, “Victoria, coming?”

She nodded and said, “Yes dear, she’s coming.”

He smiled and struggled to say, “Amnesty… Put her back… will… Retract… Disown…”

Christine smiled and said, “Thank you dear, that is so nice of you, to make amends with your daughter.”

Curtis meekly tilted his head, the only acknowledgement he was capable of giving.

The next sentence was mostly butchered, but he got the idea out, “Navarre… Where, Navarre?”

Christine shook her head, “He is busy, fighting the civil war.”

Curtis sat up in bed, holding a hand over his neck and chest, so he could clearly say, “Get me Navarre, Smith, Schacht, both the Ernst brothers…” He started to cough up mucus and actual pieces of the lining of his lungs, he shouted in pain, “Oh God!” before he managed to calm himself, “Get me, all my old friends, I need to see them… Gather my children as well, if they can be gathered… Especially Roger, I need to tell him something, in private.”

His head collapsed back down onto the pillow, Christine whispered, “You need your rest, sleep now.”

Curtis shook his head, “I’ll be resting soon enough. I need to stay awake now.”

He was toying with the idea of telling Roger just why Alice was so compliant and obedient as of late, but he finally decided against it, there were certain things best left to be learnt when you stood before God in the hereafter. There was no need to possibly wreck Roger and Alice’s marriage, no need at all.

Christine went to make the necessary arrangements to get the people he wanted to see, to visit him as soon as possible.

Curtis lie in bed, the cancer spreading rapidly from his mouth into his brain and other nearby systems, too quick to catch, too quick to stop, too quick to do anything about.

He wondered if Schacht might have some treatment for him. Of course, Schacht always had a treatment for everything, whether it was cloning lungs, or even a new heart. Schacht would save him, surely he would. It was just a matter of finding Schacht.

The doctor stood by his side, watching him, waiting, still waiting, long overdue…

Shah Khosru read the doctors reports with concern, Fabus was a friend of the Shah and now he lay dying. Shah Khosru would have to see him before it was too late.

He picked up the phone and called his secretary, "Get me a plane, I need to pay Czar Fabus a visit."
The Shah boarded a helicopter and flew to the airport of Persepolis where he boarded the 747 that would take him to Curtis Fabus's estate in Stalingrad.
The flight was long, Shah Khosru had drunk 15 cups of coffee during the flight as it approached Mississippi.

"This is The plane of the Shah of Parthia requesting clearance to land in a suitable airport."

Shah Khosru read the doctors reports with concern, Fabus was a friend of the Shah and now he lay dying. Shah Khosru would have to see him before it was too late.

He picked up the phone and called his secretary, "Get me a plane, I need to pay Czar Fabus a visit."
The Shah boarded a helicopter and flew to the airport of Persepolis where he boarded the 747 that would take him to Curtis Fabus's estate in Stalingrad.
The flight was long, Shah Khosru had drunk 15 cups of coffee during the flight as it approached Mississippi.

"This is The plane of the Shah of Parthia requesting clearance to land in a suitable airport."



"This is Czarist Air Defense Command in Jackson City. The estate Curtis is at is about fourty miles from Stalingrad. We suggest you approach at a very high altitude and then drop to landing altitude within one to minutes of arrival at the airport on his estate. The area is rife with Felbenites and many have shoulder launched SA-17s, Stingers, and mobile SA-19 SAMS. We wish you good luck getting in, we will send Su-25s to attempt to suppress the enemy SAMS."

"We shall do so, Thank you."

The pilot followed the air traffic controller's instructions and touched down on the runway of Stalingrad. A stair set was pulled to the door and two Immortals and the Shah stepped out of the plane and down the stairs, looking for a staff car that the Mississippians may have sent.

Eight of the nine runways at Stalingrad were pockmarked with holes, massive craters from the intense artillery duels that had been raging on from the siege. There were bodies littering the gardens, the lake and stream had run red with warm crimson blood. The blood of martyrs and heroes spilled out on the ground. A silence hung over the entire estate, almost as though it was now consecrated ground, a holy land of sorts.

A tired Captain Arthur Nelson, accompanied by the eight members of Alpha Company still fit to walk, greeted the Shah and told him, "We will have to take BMPs to get to the estate Curtis is on, it is right next to this estate. Come quickly, we fear there might not be much time. Unless we can find doctor Schacht that is."

The Shah nodded, "We shall hurry then, I must see the Czar before his time comes."

With that he rushed into the BMP.

A column of twenty BMPs, eight T-98 tanks, three ZSU-24-3s, and four SA-19s slowly moved away from the airport towards Curtis's estate. There were also approximately two hundred soldiers on foot moving in the paths and woods alongside the road, to flush out any potential ambushers that might by lying in wait.

After the tense thirty minutes, they arrived outside the ex-Premier's mansion, and Captain Arthur Nelson said to the Shah, "Come, let us go inside."

The Shah responded, "Very well, let us go. I shall follow you."

Captain Arthur Nelson escorted the Shah into the mansion.

Fabus was lying in bed, literally coughing up his lungs, well pieces of lung tissue. He was having spasms and couldn't keep his left arm from flopping around out of control. A servant was holding his arm down for him, he was about to smoke another pipe of opium, the only thing that calmed him down and eased the pain. He saw the Shah and Captain Arthur Nelson, he called for both of them to come and sit down.

He asked Nelson, "Have any of my children come yet?" He eagerly added, "Is Victoria here, I need to get her forgiveness for the way I yelled about Sam."


Nelson regretfully shook his head, "Sorry, sir, they're not here."

Curtis coughed, "Arthur, for once, call me Curtis, please, your father called me Curtis."

Nelson jumped at this, eager, like an energetic puppy, "Curtis, sir, please, tell me, what sort of man was my father like?"

Curtis smiled and then started to talk, he went on for almost two hours, telling Arthur about the first time he met his father, George Nelson, in early 1978, how his father was basically the founder of a paramilitary unit that later morphed into the elite military praetorian guard formation called the Republican Guard.


Curtis then turned to the Shah, "And what brings you here, my friend?"

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Curtis then turned to the Shah, "And what brings you here, my friend?"

"I have heard you are extremley ill and nearing your time. I have come to see if any of my doctors could do something about your condition, possibly a lung transplant or cloning. Or, if not, I have come to see you once again and ask what you may need of the Shahdom for the betterment of your nation."

"I have heard you are extremley ill and nearing your time. I have come to see if any of my doctors could do something about your condition, possibly a lung transplant or cloning. Or, if not, I have come to see you once again and ask what you may need of the Shahdom for the betterment of your nation."



Curtis coughed up some phlegm, then started to choke on his saliva, flailing his arms in the air until Christine propped him up and helped him cough it up.


(Curtis) "Schacht isn't here, he'd clone me some lungs and remove my jaw, then use some experimental treatment on the cancer moving into the brain. He said he found a way to use a mutated weakened strain of the IG Virus to attack the cancerous cells and cause them to just die rather than becoming malignant and infecting other healthy cells. If we can ever find him..." (Coughing again, hacking, more coughing) "If we can find him, he might be able to get me another ten or twenty years, who knows... But I think last we heard, he was in Dimmimar, nobody has seen him in weeks. He is really the only doctor skilled enough to use the IG treatment. But perhaps you can help with my lung issues."

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Lying in bed, Curtis was told Schacht was nowhere to be found, he had dropped off the monitors, for all intents and purposes, he was gone. (Schacht is in a situation in Dimmimar)

Curtis shouted as best he could, "Get me another doctor then, make sure he's Republican Guard!"

A team of six surgeons and four other doctors was assembled. All WKM and RG members.

For the last few weeks, Fabus had smoked opium to gain relief from the pain, he'd gained so much relief that he managed to find the energy to get Christine pregnant again (it'll probably be a girl this time)

The doctor looked at the remnants of a once mighty man lying in the bed in front of him. "How are you feeling today, Curtis?" the doctor asked, in a soft tone.

Curtis looked at him, and shook his head, coughed up some mucus, and then choked out, "I feel normal, normal for a man with cancer and parkisons! How do you think I feel!"

The doctor didn't reply, he was upset with himself for asking the great man before him such a stupid question as "How are you feeling". It was obvious how he was feeling.


The doctors and surgeons decided the best thing to do was remove his upper and lower jaw, his tongue, all his teeth, basically everything in the mouth had to go. They also decided to remove his lungs, liver, pancreas, kidneys, and then to replace them with cloned organs from the Fabus organ vault. As for the brain cancer, that would have to wait until Schacht was located and brought back to deal with it. As for the Parkinsons, nothing could be done about it, Curtis knew it, but he knew he might be able to get another twenty years of quality life.



After twenty-six hours of operating, they had removed all that they intended to remove, and replaced the organs with clone organs. That solved all the problems except for the brain cancer and Parkinsons...

They took some photographs of Curtis Fabus, after the surgery but before getting his new upper and lower jaw. Instead of the usual handsome and dashing statesman, he looked like a circus freak, hideous. Curtis wanted the pictures to be used for anti-tobacco campaigns to get Mississippians off of tobacco.

The doctors told Curtis that his brain cancer would likely kill him within a few months, and that it was imperative Schacht be located and brought safely back to Mississippi. Eight companies of the SRG were ordered make preparations to infiltrate into Dimmimar and find Schacht.

Public IC:

"This is Joseph Mladic of the White People's Radio. Curtis Fabus underwent massive surgery and he is currently expected to make some sort of a recovery. We don't know how long it may take, or what exactly will happen. What we do know is that he no longer suffers from oral or lung cancer. He remains in our thoughts and prayers."

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bump, as soon as Kahta is back around, there will be a new post here. Fear not. :D

ooc- finally updated



Queen Victoria and King Sam of Kahta had arrived safely in Mississippi, at the Stalingrad estate. Sam was stepping off the plane, he noticed at least five companies of mechanized infantry of the SRG were surrounding the plane.

(King) "Lets go visit Curtis."

(Victoria) "Yes, it seems father sent some guards to make sure we get there okay."

The commander, Captain Arthur Nelson, shouted through a bullhorn, "We must insist you turn over any and all weapons!"

(King) "I need to carry a gun"

Captain Nelson jogged over the Sam.

(Nelson) "Excellency, I must insist, for Curtis's safety."

(King) "I will not kill him. You have my word."

Nelson gave him a stare, he didn't really believe him, not completely at least.

(King) "If I so much as reach for my gun, I know that I am as good as dead."

(Nelson) "If you did, it would be the last thing you did."

(King) "I am aware of that."

(Nelson) "Well then let us go."

Nelson led the king and Victoria to a waiting limo.

The limousine started to drive off immediately after they were all inside. Nelson was sitting across from Victoria and Sam.

The doors were automatically locked as the limousine went over twenty miles per hour.

(Nelson) "Mississippi, Philadelphia in Neshoba County, to be exact."

(Nelson) "Perhaps you heard of my father, the founder of the Peoples National Republican Guard, George Nelson, but he died in 1984..."

(King) "Yes, I have."

Victoria smiled, "My father told me a great deal about George, he was a good man, he fought and died for what he believed in."

(King) "That is the best way to die."

(Nelson) "I remember the last time I saw him, it was January 22nd, 1984... A calm night in Mississippi, he told my mother to take care of me, and he said he'd return... He ran off to meet his unit, he died six weeks later, killed by a sniper."

(King) "My father is still alive. He lives in former RWK."

Nelson smiled, "That is good, what about your mother though?"

(King) "They got divorced when I was in 2nd grade. She lives in Boston."

Arthur shook his head, "That's too bad... Seeing a family split up is never pleasant."

They arrived at the house on the estate that Curtis was staying in.

(King) "I did just fine. My parents never had any big arguments."

It was rather simple compared to the mansion Curtis had given to Roger... The house Curtis was now in was only three floors, and about forty rooms at most.

(King) "Reminds me of the Palace before the war."

There were soldiers with Stingers and numerous SA-19 Mobile SAMS parked around the house. About thirty massive T-98 tanks were formed in a circle around the house.

(King) "Looks well fortified."

Nelson escorted them both into the mansion to see Curtis. Sam could hear artillery fire in the distance, as the civil war was still raging around the area.

Curtis was lying in bed; he looked like a wreck, hardly 44 years old, perhaps 80 or 90... This was just before his surgery on his lungs, kidney, and liver, but after his mouth surgery. He was missing his lower jaw; he struggled to sit up and struggled even more to talk.

He managed to slur out a, "Hello Victoria, Sam, how are you, come closer!"

(King) "Hi Curtis."

(Curtis) "Hello Sam, how are you doing?"

(King) "Pretty good. Yourself?"

He jokingly chuckled, "Never better."

Victoria leaned in and hugged him, she started to cry then, "Oh daddy, please don't die..."

He smiled at her, "If I do die, I need to fix a few things first, about you and Sam..."

(King) "Like what"

He looked at Sam, "Victoria is back in the will, the disowning is retracted... That was just something I did out of anger."

Victoria smiled and kissed his forehead, "Thank you, daddy."

Curtis then looked at Sam, "I'm sorry about that CMB attack a few years ago..."

(King) "Apology accepted. Please don't do it again."

He smiled, "I'd never harm you, I like you, you're my son-in-law, and the father of my grandchildren...The attack was before I knew you were okay."

(King) "Thank you very much." Sam tried to hide his true feelings about this man. He actually despised him, but aimed to keep his wife happy.


Curtis looked up at Sam and smiled, "I'm glad Victoria married such a good man as you. I'm also glad you agreed your children are to be Fabuses..."

(King) "Yes, being a Fabus is something to be proud of." He was thinking about keeping the MacDonald name alive.

Curtis nodded, "Yes, and someday perhaps, when we are all dead, all the Fabuses around the world will unite..."

His voice grew weaker, he smiled at both Victoria and Sam, and then he asked, "How are the children doing?"

(King) "Good."

He nodded as best he could, and tried to smile but with his lower jaw gone, it was very difficult, and he no longer had the energy for it. Curtis motioned with his hand to be left alone and then he gently closed his eyes as he drifted into unconsciousness. They would have thought he was dead except for his chest expanding and contracting every so often.

Victoria gently tapped Sam on the shoulder, "We should go, daddy wants to rest..."

(King) "It was good to see you Curtis. May god be with you, and see you in heaven."

Victoria and Sam were back in their room at Stalingrad, Victoria looked at Sam, giving him the "I told you so" look, she smirked, "See Sammy, I told you daddy wouldn't do anything to harm either of us."

(King) "Ok, I admit that you were right." He walked over and French kissed her.

She trembled from his kiss, and then sort of drew back, gloating in her victory, "What was that? Speak up, you what that I was what?" she chuckled...

(King) "Just being a good husband."

She knelt down in front of him and looked up, "Allow me to just be a good wife..." She said with a grin, "If you want me to, that is..."

(King) "Surely."

While she was doing that, a guard walked by in the hallway, and hearing the unusual noises, he tapped on the door, Sam shouted for him to go away, and so he did.

(King) "I don’t think that this is the place. Perhaps in the limo or jet on the way home."

Victoria finished him off and then looked up, "You think we should go somewhere else? We are guests here, wouldn't it insult my brother if we left so soon?"

(King) "Well, it wouldn’t feel right, that we were here in your fathers house. It reminds me of being a young teen again."

Victoria eyeballed him, "So you used to go sneaking around with girls when you were a young lad, eh?"

(King) "Yes, quite a bit. I assume you did the same thing with boys."

She shook her head, "No, father had my bodyguards flog any boys that tried to hang around me."

(King) "Flog them? With a cat O' nine tails?"

Victoria chuckled, "No, just with a bullwhip."

She looked at him, "Well do you want to leave now then?"

(King) "No, we can continue another time."

She nodded, "As you wish..." She purred, "Sir."

(King) "Ok, maybe we can. Lets just lock the door."

She smiled, "Okay then, do you want to get the door?"

(King) "Sure."

After he locked the door, she stood up and made sure he got a good view as she slowly stripped, lightly flicking her panties through the air towards him with her foot.

She grinned, "Shall we then, Sammy?"

(King) "Yes. Lets."

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "Hello, anybody in there? It's me Roger..."

(King) "Oh Shit." he whispered

Victoria answered the door, and stood behind it, to conceal her nakedness, she chuckled, "Roger, why don't you come back in a while..." He smiled, "Oh I get the idea, you kids have fun... I'll be back later."

She shut the door and then turned back to Sam, "No need to swear, he's understanding."

(King) "I thought he was a religious freak."

She nodded, "He is."

(King) "Most people that believe in god are."

She frowned, "Sammy, surely you believe in God, I believe in God, don't you? And Roger believes that sex is for married couples." She grinned, "What are we? We're married..."

(King) "Yeah, we are married. But I don’t have a strong belief in god."

She kissed him lightly on the cheek; "Maybe someday you will find God in your own way?"

(King) "Maybe, but I like to use science in my thoughts."

Victoria chuckled, "We use science Sammy, we sure do."

(King) "Most "true" Christians don't. Religion is what they live by." He used his fingers to emphasize the quotation marks.

She shook her head, "Not at all, that isn't true, my nation is one of the few real Christian nations. Not jewish Christianity, white Christianity, identity."

(King) "There is no true part of any religion. The people that claim they are the true practitioner of a religion are using it to justify their beliefs."

She frowned, "Oh Sammy, when will you learn religion?"

(King) "I am agnostic bordering atheist."

Victoria frowned again, "Anyway Sammy, I think there are murmurs of unrest in TBD, do you think William and Sylvia are safe there?"

(King) "I hope so."

She frowned, "Father tells William to get the entire "William Fabus" SRG division into TBD, but there isn't a base big enough to accommodate them. Sylvia doesn't want another base in the city adding to the clutter; William thinks that just one company isn't enough. He wants at least a brigade around the palace at all times, what do you think is better?"

(King) "I think he should have adequete security."

She nodded, "Father and Roger want you to let the "Victoria Fabus" SRG division be stationed in Kahta, is that okay?"

(King) "No."

Victoria frowned, "Why Sammy?"

(King) "Because they are racist, and anti-sematic."

She frowned, "Well Sammy, your guards have no loyalty to me, only to you... If you were to die, what would happen to me... What would happen to the children? As a fascist woman, I could be publicly raped! Would you want that?"

(King) "The PP agents will be fine."

She sighed, "It's just a single division, please, for me, for the children?"

(King) "No, a single division is still several thousand people."

She shook her head, "A single SRG division is only forty-five thousand, one hundred and fifty."

(King) "Thats about double what I thought."

(King) "I will never allow it."

She shook her head, almost pleading, "Sammy, I don't trust your soldiers to protect you, not fully, if they won't protect you, how can they ever be expected to protect me... Please Sammy..."

(King) "No, the PP agents are fine."

Victoria gave him a sweat, helpless look, "Please Sammy...", she said in her most innocent voice.

(King) "No."

Victoria sat there, gently rubbing his shoulders, whispering in his ear, "Please Sammy, I just want to be able to feel safe from any harm, I want our children to be safe... Perhaps just a brigade of guards?"

(King) "No, I will not allow one of them into my country."

She frowned, "What do you mean "one of them", who is "Them", soldiers or fascists?"

(King) “They’re WKM members and fascists.”

She sighed, "Sammy, I am a member of the WKM, and the Mississippian National Front Party, yet you let me into Kahta..."

(King) "That’s because you are my wife, similar to me, and very attractive."

She frowned again, "So should I become unattractive, you'd deny my entry into Kahta, is that what you mean?"

(King) "No."

She smiled at him, "I'm glad to hear that, now how about just a regiment of the SRG, only a regiment, you're not afraid of a regiment, are you?"

(King) "One squad is too many."

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, "Victoria, Sam, it's me, Roger, are you two still awake? Well if not, you are now..." He chuckled.

(King) "Yes, we are awake."

Roger chuckled again, "Good, well may I com in then?"

(King) "Yes."

Roger pushed the door open and smiled, "Ah Sam, how are you? Victoria, you?”

She nodded, "Good, thank you brother."

(King) "Good, yourself?"

Roger nodded, "Vicki, why don't you go for a night walk, Sam and I need to talk, right Sam?"

She got up and walked out of the room. Roger smiled, "Nice girl, isn't she, eh?"

(King) "Yes, she is."

Roger smiled and suddenly said, "It's a shame you won't keep her safe, eh?"

(King) "Yes I will. The PP does a wonderful job."

Roger shook his head, "You should let her have the SRG division named after her, for matters of prestige, honor, and security."

(King) "She can have a division named after her, but it will never enter Kahta."

Roger frowned, "You are putting her in grave danger, yourself too... The SRG will fight to the death to defend either of you two."

(King) "As will the PP."

He shook his head, "No the PP will ravage her should something happen to you. They only protect her because she is married to you, if you are gone, she is in trouble. She needs to be guarded by Mississippians!"

(King) "I will not allow them into my country."

Roger shook his head and sighed, then he stood up and glared into Sam's eyes. Sam could see the anger and hatred burning within. "Fine, but if my sister is harmed, and the SRG being there could have stopped it... God help you!" He started to storm out of the room.

(King) "Maybe if you pray, then “god” will allow them into Kahta."

He used his fingers to show quotation marks.

Roger spun around and walked up to Sam, grabbing him by the collar and jamming him against the wall, the king was in the massively large arms of the 6'6 giant of a Czar. Roger's words hit into him like steel, "What'd you say? Atheist fuck!"

(King) "I said, ‘Maybe if you pray, then god will allow them into Kahta.’"

Roger pulled him away from the wall, still holding him in the air, his legs dangling above the floor, and then suddenly Roger slammed him back into the wall, "You sassing me, boy?"

(King) "You asked me a question. Now let me go now, or I can assure you that Mississippi will no longer get anything from Kahta."

Roger suddenly and immediately dropped him, Sam impacted hard against the floor. Roger smiled, "I let you go, just as you wanted, boy."

(King) "Now get out. I'm leaving now with Victoria."

Roger shook his head, "I don't like you, boy, I'm going to give you a fair warning." He glared right into his eyes as he helped him up, "You so much as harm a hair on her head, do anything that harms her reputation, or her children, and I'll fucking kill you myself." With that said, he gave the king a strong shove and he ended up flying over a drawer and crashing down against a pile of books.

Roger chuckled, "I was just giving you a boost towards the door, help you leave sooner..."

(King) "Say goodbye to 5 million barrels of oil per day."

Roger's tone suddenly changed, "Forgive me Sam, I don't know what I was thinking, I don't feel well..." He managed to vomit into a nearby trashcan (he is good at throwing up at will) "I must have drank too much, please don't hold this against me, I've always liked you..."

(King) "Get. Out. Now."

Roger quickly walked out of the room, Victoria, who was walking back into the room asked him what was wrong when she saw he had bile dripping down his mouth. He held his stomach and muttered, "Oh, oh... It hurts, your husband, he got mad and took a swipe at me, I don't blame him though, I must have not bowed enough for him... It's okay, don't worry."

(King) "I hate that man."

Victoria came back in the room and shut the door, she immediately gave Sam a glare, "Sammy! Why on earth would you try to beat up my brother?"

(King) "What the hell are you talking about?”

She frowned, "Roger was walking out of the room, holding his stomach, he'd just thrown up... He said you tried to attack him, you got mad with him, slugged him a few times in the gut, why?"

(King) "He forgot to mention when he threw me across the room into those books, and when he grabbed me by the throat and lifted me into the air. Then after I threatened an embargo of Mississippi he made up some lie about being drunk even though I couldnt smell anything on his breath."

She frowned, "Roger drinks Vodka, it has no smell..."

(King) "He's a a nut. He's never coming to Kahta."

(King) "He is the exact reason why I do not trust the SRG."

She chuckled, "Oh Sammy, just admit it, you can't get along with my family because you hate them, and my family is usually easy to get along with, but they can be a pain... I think you two just need to try harder to get along, please, for my sake... I'll talk to Roger later, okay?"

(King) "We are leaving now."

She sighed, "But Sammy, father isn't stable yet, can't we stay a few weeks until he is okay for sure?"

(King) "No. I'm never coming back here. The weather sucks, the people are all retards, and everyone believes in god."

She frowned, "I am from here, am I a retard? By the way, we have no retards, they are deported at birth and given up for foreign adoption, we have only people fit to live here... Believing in God has never been a weakness for me, God is a source of strength..."

(King) "I want to fucking leave right now."

She looked at him, "Then do it, I can find my own way back. Don't let me keep you from a good time of insulting God in Kahta. Go, I am not leaving father's side until the doctors are sure he will be okay."

(King) "Yes I am."

She sighed, "Please stay, just a while longer... I don't... I don't want to be away from you, but at the same time, I need to stay with my father, don't you understand? Please Sammy, don't make me choose between the two of you."

(King) "Make your choice on your own. I'm leaving."

Victoria shook her head as she gently tugged on his sleeve, "Please Sammy, stay, don't go, please."

(King) "I am leaving right now. It is clear I am not welcome here, nor do I want to be here."

She frowned, "Sammy, please, please." By now her tone was one of pleading.

(King) "I am leaving. “

He grabbed his bag full of clothes and walked out the door, going downstairs to his car.

Roger was standing in his way, "Hey Sam, where you off to?

(King) "Kahta."

(King) "Now get out of my way."

Roger didn't budge.

(King) "Move now."

Roger smiled, "Okay." he slightly moved his shoulder and then wiggled his foot, "Happy?"

Sam backed off and pressed a few buttons on his cell phone signaling that he needed assistance.

Within seconds 24 PP agents were on the way to the room.

The SRG headed them off, two hundred men lining the massive dining room.

(King) "Let me go now."

Roger slid his jacket off and then rolled his sleeves up, clenching his hands into fists aimed at Sam, "Come on boy, let's go, bring it..."

Sam reached into his pocket, pulled out his cellphone and dialed in a few numbers, this message was instantly sent, and if Sam did not check in within 15 minutes to fire a nuclear attack.

(King) "Roger, if you do not allow me to go, I am prepared to take down your entire country."

Roger smiled, turned around, and then with the full force he could put into it, he punched Sam right in the face, then he put his jacket back on and turned to leave... "That is for the fascist women you allowed to be raped, I know it was your plan, get the fuck out of my house, and stay out of my country."

(King) "Go fuck yourself."

Roger turned around and punched him in the face again. This time he ran him into the wall and kept hitting him, punching him in the face and stomach until a few minutes later when Victoria came downstairs from the noise, she was shocked at what she saw, and immediately shouted, "Roger, get off him!"

Sam passed out.

Roger immediately stopped, and dropped the king, who by now was unconscious.

Roger spat in his face and walked away, telling Victoria, "He started it, he insulted our honor, he had it coming." She slapped him a few times, he did nothing to stop her, letting her hit him, then he walked away.

She ran to his side and started crying.

He woke up about 13 minutes later.

The first thing he noticed was Victoria was hugging him, still crying, and then he noticed he had tobacco juice spat all over his face.

Sam woke up, and grabbed his cellphone, and quickly called in. "Cancel the launch. Arrest all citizens from Mississippi, and stop oil from going there."

Victoria hugged him, "Oh Sammy, are you okay? What happened with you and Roger? I told you to try to get along, what happened? Did he start it?"

(King) "He stopped me from leaving. I told him to leave, and all of a sudden he attacked me. Your country is going to pay for this." Sam stormed out of the room and went downstairs.

Sam stopped on the steps of the palace, turned around and spat on it, leaving some bloody spit on the ground.

She followed closely behind him, "I'm ready to go back to Kahta with you... I want to go with you, Sammy, I want to go with you..."

(King) "Good, because that cocksucker is going to pay."

She frowned, "Please Sammy, don't make it any worse, try to work this out with him... Did he say why he hit you?"

(King) "For something that I had no control over. For some reason, he doesn’t like countries with judges. Particularly senile ones, which I have no control over"

She frowned, "So it is true, you're going to let them get away with rape? Roger told me something about that.... Is it true, say it isn't, it isn't, is it?"

(King) "I didn't know about it until after it happened. The judge has been dismissed. The punishment was doled out 3 hours after sentencing. I was sick that day, look at the official records."

Victoria nodded and they both got back into Sam’s limousine, the ride to the airport a few miles behind the mansion was a quiet ride. Indeed neither said a word until they were back in Kahta. Victoria had never trusted anybody over a family member before, and now was no exception, whatever happened though, she still loved Sam, but she didn’t believe a word he was saying about the rape incidents or about who started the trouble with Roger.

The events above were meant to span the time of Curtis being diagnosed as ill and nearly dying (early September) and then about late October early November.

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