NationStates Jolt Archive

Virginia smiled, "Ah well Mr. Fallsburg, when you have proof, call me at this number..." she wrote her number down on a card and handed it to him, and then she stood up, excused herself out, and then walked off to the car where her room was located.

Norin laughed and tucked the card into his coat. He then shifted in his seat to watch the scenery pass by. Norin then checked his watch to see how long it would be. He debated on just going to his room for a nap until they arrived.

Suddenly Norin felt a very strange sensation and before he knew it, he was walking to his room, he really didn't know why. The door opened automatically for him, and then it shut and closed, locking as though by itself... The drapes and curtains were down. There was somebody in the corner of the room, he stepped out the shadows and smiled, "Ah, Norin, how are you?"

He recognzied the man, well the thing, as Gregory.

Norin's mind felt fuzzy while he walked, he was going somewhere and faintly knew why but couldn't make the connections. Then he was in a room and saw it.

"You..." He said curling his lip. Norin was able to put the situation together. "Why did you bring me here...?" He questioned. "Why can't you leave me alone...?"

Gregory smiled as he pressed his hand down, making Norin sit in a nearby chair, he chuckled lightly, "Ah Norin, sit down..."

His tone and face went serious as he started to talk, "I happy to know you have some plans to expose my existence, and that you plan to get children by Helga and then steal them away to Avadria... That's very bad of you, do you know that? What you mean to do would be a crime..."

"Oh yes, and certainly wasn't a crime to kidnap me..." He replied with bitter sarcasm. Norin folded his arms across his chest, sneaking his right hand in the coat, and near the pistol. "You shouldn't be concerned with my affairs Gregory..." He said, looking straight at him. "Face it... you messed up big in Avadria..." Norin said with a sly smile. He was being foolish, Norin knew that very well. But he had to prove himself and get Gregory out of his life.

Gregory smiled and made Norin draw his gun out, then he forced Norin to turn the gun toward his own chest... Gregory grinned wide as he made him start to ease his finger back on the trigger. Finally, he chuckled as he made him stop within a fraction of an inch of pulling the trigger totally, "Well Norin, would you like the papers to say "Idiot foreigner commits suicide?" if not, then don't even think about trying to expose me, kill me, or harm me, you'll do nothing to me, understand?"

Norin again curled his lip, trying to remain strong after the scare. Gregory obviously had him beat. "Fine..." He said, giving in. "Just leave me and my family alone... Me, Helga, all of the Thallers, and all of the Fallsburgs..." Norin said, making his demands. "Just leave us all alone..."

Gregory frowned, "You want me to leave your parents alone? Well I can promise not to kill them again..." He started to chuckle, as he made Norin throw his gun to him. Gregory caught the pistol and tossed it out the window after he opened it, shutting it once he'd tossed it out... He then smiled, "Well Norin, what now?"

"W-wait... y-you killed them...?" He asked, an overwhelming sense of worry flooded over him. His shoulders felt heavy, his stomache weighted, and his mind was cloudy. Norin could care less about the gun. He wanted to know what happened to his parents.

Gregory smiled and tossed him something, a wallet, it fell open in front of Norin, he saw his father's ID was in the front pocket... Gregory chuckled, "I guess you inherit that now, eh?"

Norin felt weak. He was looking at the picture of a happy looking elderly man, with gray hair, around the picture was all of the data prominent on the Avadrian identification cards.

However Norin changed the feeling of absolute hoplessness into rage. "You monster!" He shouted before leaping from his seat. Norin clasped his hands around Gregory's throat and squeezed hard, applying pressure with his thumbs on the lump in Gregory's throat.

Gregory threw his arms back and Norin flew back across the room, impacting hard against the wall. Gregory smiled as he focused his mind to force Norin to stay down on the floor. He smiled, "Relax, your parents are alive, and well... For now at least... I decided you should have to do a favor for me, if you do it, they'll be okay... They're not dead, but they might say accidentally be shot in the face unless you do as I say... Are you listening?"

Norin was breathing heavily but managed to remain calm. He was just relieved that they were alive. However he was annoyed when Gregory had decided to use them as pawns for some undoubetly sick plot. "Fine... what is it?" Norin asked waiting to hear.

Gregory smiled, "Good... Good, listen carefully... I know you are going to the embassy, you are to get all the records on my existence, and bring them to me, I'm going to see what they know about me and then destroy the records, all of them, completely... So you make sure all the records of me are gone, and then we're okay..."


Ooc- Be back in probably 3-5 hours, sometime later tonight.

Norin nodded. It was an easy enough task, the Embassy probably had very little on Gregory himself, other than the paper. However the Avadrian's at the embassy were well aware of what had happened. They had merely refused to release information on the story until they were contacted by Norin.

"No problem... just how can I trust you...?" He questioned. Although Norin knew very well that he was in no posistion to bargain.

OOC: The Embassy officials could easily enough put two and two together and figured out that the battle in Amhurst was with Mississippian's who abducted Norin and Helga. They figured it out by accident through the two nations news papers.

Ooc- Be around for about 30 more minutes while I eat.


Ic-

Gregory smiled, "Well then, do we have a deal? ALL information on me, this will require you to sneak back into Avadria and steal a large number of documents... If you're not up for the task, I could just kill a few thousand soldiers in your nation to get into the bases in question."

"I assure you there is most likely very little information... but I couldn't possibly get it all..." He said, aware of his limitations. "Audio from the police cars, potential video from them, as well as video from the soldiers will be near impossible to get. I can't buy up every newspaper in the country either, or get the tapes from the news..."

Gregory frowned, "No, of course not..." He then had the most devious grin Norin had ever seen, "But you can get me to your emperor, and I can make sure he covers this up nicely and tells the public it was all just a madman's idea of the joke, a hoax..."

"Th-that's impossible..." Norin said, not even considering the idea. "No one sees the Emperor except the Chancellor... he's a very private man..." He said, explaining about the Emperor. "There's not a chance that he would just grant an audience with a lowly Diplomatic Assistant like me... Let alone a foreigner..."

Gregory sneered, "Well the emperor must certainly live somewhere... You shall tell me where he lives, I imagine it is a secret bunker somewhere... I'll just drop in unannounced, I'm sure he won't mind too much."

"Well... As far as I know he lives in the Imperial Palace..." Norin said, feeling very uneasy. "It's the center piece of Amhurst... And certainly isn't hidden... it's just not open to the public... as well it's under extremely heavy guard..." He couldn't believe that he was betraying his Emperor like this, despite the fact that it was all public knowledge. "I doubt you'd be able to go near him... let alone find him in the compound..."

Gregory chuckled and started to laugh before he regained his composure, "I'm sure your emperor isn't guarded nearly well-enough..."

Norin shook his head. He knew he was pale and could feel himself shivering. The last thing he wanted was the life of his Emperor in his hands. "Dear God... just don't harm him..." Norin pleaded, he found himself oddly enough using the word 'God' while when he pleaded. To him it just seemed fitting for making his case.

Gregory grinned, even more devious than he had before, "It all depends on if your emperor is cooperative or not... If he is, then he may escape with his life, if not, than he shall become your ex-emperor." He chuckled at the last part.

Norin shuddered. He didn't know what to say. Baiziel was a hero and well revered. Of course he had an heir, but the people of Avadria wanted Emperor Baiziel Alexander to continue his reign for many more years.

Gregory made Norin rise and sit back in the chair, he then walked over and patted Norin on the back, "Don't worry Norin, you'll be okay... Well as long as you do as you're told... Oh and if you betray me or attempt to stop my plans, I'll kill you, your family, your emperor, all his heirs, and then I'll take Helga for myself..."

"I-I won't I swear..." Norin said. The Emperor was a brave man, a stong man, he had survived a great many ordeals, and Norin knew that he would be fine. He was still frightened that the lives of so many rest in his hands.

Gregory patted him on the head, "Good boy, see that you don't... Well, good bye Norin, I'll talk to you later..." He chuckled, "Sorry about this, but I can't have you following me." He then smashed his fist into the side of Norin's temple, instantly rendering him unconscious.

Gregory left the car and a few minutes later jumped off the train as it was going over a bridge over a river.


Norin awoke four hours later as the train was pulling into Jackson City.


Ooc- Back in a while.

Norin awoke, dazed but well aware of what had transpired hours before. He got up from the room and left for the main car, noticably shaken. Norin knew he couldn't barge into the embassy and shout about a plot to kill the Emperor, he would have to keep quiet about those things until he was certain that everything was safe.

It was up to the Emperor and his wisdom to save his own life.

Ooc- It's your embassy and so they're all your characters. I could hardly RP what they're doing... But..


Ic- As Norin got near his embassy, he finally noticed there was something going on, there were roadblocks of BMP-3s and T-98 tanks setup about three blocks from his embassy, all blocking off the roads to the embassy. He could just about see the embassy. He shouted to a man, asking what was going on. The man chuckled, "Some embassy of some rogue state, the government is raiding it to search it for foreign operative and sensitive documents... They'll be done in a few hours..."

OOC: I didn't expect you to do my staff.

Norin sighed. "This so damn ridiculous..." He muttered before taking a seat on the curb. His best bet would be to wait.

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Inside the embassy however, things were frantic.

"What the hell do you think you're doing!" Shouted a firey young man. He was dressed down for the job, in a just a white button-down, khaki's and a black tie, but he still demanded to be respected.

"You are invading Avadrian land, stealing Avadrian property, and showing absolute disrespect towards our nation!" He shouted at the officer in charge. With each point he made, the man thrust his middle finger towards the officer to emphasize his anger

"I at least demand a resonable explanation for why this is happening!"

OOC: The Ambassador is named Coen Troda, he is the son of Field Marshal Erwin Troda, who is one of Alexandria's most repsected military leaders, next to August Kurgen. Bio of some sort on all those people when I have time

The officer, a young chap wearing camo shorts, swiftly moved over to the man and brought his heavy wooden club down on his head, shouting as he did it, "Clear the way!"

Two other officers pulled the dazed man up and handcuffed his hands behind his back before tossing him into a police wagon with other Avadrian embassy staff.

One of the officers spotted Norin and suddenly shouted, "You there, don't move!"


Three officers in camo shorts started to run to where Norin was sitting on the curb.

Coen's vision was blurred and he felt weak, the next thing he knew he was in a van, sitting across from his secretary and other staff memebers. He squinted and cleared his vision, surprised to find that he was cuffed.

"I demand to know what's going on here!" Coen shouted from the van. His secretary tried to tell him to quiet down, but her efforts were futile. "I demand to know!"

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Norin saw the man and stood up, raising his hands above his head. He wasn't sure what to do and certainly wasn't going to run. Norin could hear a man shouting from the van and wondered what was going to happen to him.

In the van, one of the police officers who had been leering at the secretary, moved over and lifted her up onto her feet and chuckled as he said, "Come along, we're going for a walk." He started to drag her out of the van.

One of the other officers who had also stepped into the back of the van, took his club and looked at Coen, then he suddenly brought the club down over his back, shouting, "Don't ask questions, spy!"


The three officers approached Norin, surrounding him and telling him, "Lay down flat on your stomach, hands on your head."

"Vanessa!" Coen shouted to his secretary. However he was cut off when he was smacked in the back with the club, he gritted his teeth.

Meanwhile Vanessa tried to resist the soldier, she locked her knees together and tried to drop herself to the ground. She knew what was probably on the soldiers mind.

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Norin obeyed the officers and slowly lay down on his stomache, not taking his eyes off the guards. His hands were on his head and he was ready to obey the officers orders.

The police officer dragged the secretary out of the van and pushed her along towards his nearby squad car.

The officer still in the van sat down next to Coen and smiled as he said, "So, how long have you been a spy?"


Norin was quickly handcuffed and then callously tossed into the van.

"I've never been a spy!" He shouted back at the officer. "I'm a diplomat and the son of a very prominent family!" Coen shouted, paying on attention to the addition to the van.

Norin had entered the van, his head hung low. It was obvious to the other Avadrian's that another one of them was added to their group.

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"Let go of me!" Vanessa shouted. She squeezed her thighs tightly together and gritted her teeth. "Let go of me!" Vanessa again shouted. "Help!"

The man frowned at Coen, "Just tell us what you know about Project Gregory and we won't have to kill you and your entire staff, you're spies, we know it."


One of the police, only about nineteen years old glared at Norin, "You, boy, what do you know about Project Gregory?"


The officer backhanded the woman in the face and gave her a stare that literally scared her to death, he whispered in anger, "Are you going to cooperate?"


Meanwhile, a few blocks away, Gunther Thaller had been in the area for an early lunch and had heard about some commotion at the embassy, he was making his way to where the embassy compound was.

"We aren't spies and I have no idea what you're talking about. We are all diplomatic officals!" Coen shouted, trying to make his point. He didn't know a thing that the police officer was talking about. Coen heard Vanessa scream and demanded that she be released. "What the hell are you doing to Vanessa! Bring her back immediately!" He shouted.

Norin took his opportunity to speak up after Coen's outburst. He had heard Vanessa's cries for help and wanted to do something but was powerless. Norin was well knew he was reduced to dirt when a triggerhappy nine-teen year old cop was calling him 'boy'.

"Well..." Norin began, looking at the floor of the van. "I don't know a thing..." He said shaking his head and then looking up at the man.

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Vanessa's eyes widened after she was slapped and fear graced her face upon the threat. Tears began to form in her eyes. She couldn't beleive what was happening.

However Vanessa wasn't going to submit to the man. Obviously he wanted something and she wasn't going to be much use dead. Without responded to the assailants question, she slammed her knee into her his groin, hoping to crush all of the desire in him.

The officer in the van looked at Coen and shrugged, "Ah, he's just going to have some fun with her, won't do anything too bad though..."

The cop smiled as he spat a stream of tobacco juice into Norin's face, "That's right, boy, you don't know nothing."


The man laughed as she kneed him in the groin, he chuckled, "Cup, always wear one for tactical work such as embassy raids..." He slapped her again in the face, "Well, what now, woman?"


Meanwhile, Gunther Thaller was about two blocks away from the embassy, seeing over fifty police cars and two tactical command mobile trucks (Bus size) and a few police wagons. He knew something serious was going on.... There were large crowds of people walking up and down the streets, the lunch break for the workers, it was going to be pain to walk those two blocks.

"Leave her alone!" Coen shouted, standing up in the van. "She's a government offical!" He shouted again. Obviously he cared alot about her, whether as a concerned co-worker or intimate lover, it was unclear.

Norin meanwhile cringed as the juice hit his face. He had no way to wipe it off and merely had to baste in the humiliation of the situation.

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Vanessa gasped when the man said he had a cup. She then suddenly felt a hand smack across her face and she cringed from the blow. "Help me!" Vanessa again shouted. She knew there was nothing she could do and was hanging to to some invisible thread of hope that could save her. "Maybe this is why people believe in God..." Vanessa thought for a fraction of a second. She again screamed for help.

The man smashed Coen in the face with the club, sending a stream of blood and more than several of his teeth flying out of his mouth. "Shut the fuck up!" he shouted with full force as he smashed him in the stomach with the club.


Suddenly a pistol went off and the officer hovering over the young woman collapsed to the side, shot in the stomach. He was moaning in pain...

A man in a Republican Guard general's uniform walked up, it was Gunther Thaller. He lifted the woman up and dusted her off, "Ma'am, are you okay?"

Coen collapsed to the seat, beaten and dismayed. He heard the sound of gunshots and feared the worst had befallen Vanessa.

Norin had sunk his head low while Coen was beaten, he couldn't bear to see it. However he raised it when he heard the gunshot, something was obviously going on.

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Vanessa looked up at Gunther frightened, not sure what to do. "N-no... not at all..." She said, her eyes beginning to well up. All she wanted now was to go back to her warm home in Avadria and escape the backwards world of Mississippi.

Ooc- Wrong name, Helga is nowhere around here... :)


Gunther looked down at the man, and frowned, "What were you doing?" The man immediately replied, "Arresting her, nothing else sir..." He glared at her, "She can confirm that for you, right?" he gave her the sort of "go along with it or I'll kill you" look.

OOC: I-I have no idea what you're talking about... :D

Vanessa looked over at the man with a disgusting look. "He tried to rape me... He took advantage of me while I was cuffed." She said ratteling her arms so the cuffs could be heard. "I was arressted before he took me out of the van... you can ask the others in there..."

Gunther kicked the man down onto the ground as he tried to limp into a standing position. The man started shouting, "She's a lying whore!"

Gunther pressed down with his boot on the man's body, holding him in place before sending a 45 caliber round into the front of his head, blowing his brains out all over the pavement. Some of the blood and tissue splattered on the woman.

Gunther removed her handcuffs after he took the key from the man's body.


He fire three times into the air, "Attention police, release all of the Avadrians and then vacate the area... You have five minutes, or else you will wind up as this man here..."


Within five minutes, all of the Avadrians were released, the police were gone, but with them they took virtually every filing cabinet, box of papers, computer, disk, etc, within the embassy.

Gunther walked up to Coen, "Sir, do you need an ambulance?"

He finally saw Norin, "Ah Norin! How are you?" he asked, walking away from Coen before he could reply about the ambulance.

Vanessa gasped when Gunther suddenly shot the man in the head. She was not prepared for it at all. This put her even more on edge and she broke down sobbing.

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Coen nodded, although he figured his need would be fairly obvious. However he found himself completely ignored as the Mississippian approached the Avadrian who had just shown up all of a sudden. Coen would've been surprised at the name Norin, making the association with the man in the news, but he was in too much pain and just wanted to get patched up.

Norin looked at Gunther as if he was joking. "What the hell happened here?" He asked Gunther. However before he could respond Norin added. "Get him an ambulance..." Norin said, motioning towards Coen.

OOC: I'm done for the night

Gunther nodded, picking up the phone and calling an ambulance, using an RG and WKM secret code word to get preferential treatment. About two minutes later, an ambulance arrived.


Gunther walked back to the woman and patted her on the back, "Ma'am, will you be okay? Are you in need of an ambulance?"

"N-no... I'm fine... thank you..." She said with a weak smile, her cheeks moist from her tears. Vanessa bit her lip and stood up after a short pause. She dusted off her skirt and took a deep breath and exhaled. The young woman then walked over to the curb and took a seat, just wanting to be alone for the time being.

Coen on the other hand was greatful to see the ambulance arrive. In the time for waiting he had fought the pain and managed to collect all of his teeth and held them tightly in his hand.

The medics stepped out and helped him up into the ambulance, giving him a shot of morphine as they sped off to a nearby hospital.


Gunther walked up and gave Norin a friendly on the back, "Ah brother, how are you today?"

Norin gave a tired smile in exchange for the pat. Although by Gunther's question he seemed to be completely oblivious to what had just happened at the embassy.

"Not the greatest..." He said with a weak laugh. "I want to get in touch with my folks and clear things up... but then this..." Norin said shaking his head. "And now the Ambassador has been hospitalized... And his father throws around alot of weight back home..." He said, cautioning Gunther.

Meanwhile the staff of the embassy waited around in the compound, not wanting to step another foot on Mississippian soil. The feeling of complete shock, like that of someone who was robbed at gun point, had setteled in. The staff members did not know what to do, their Ambassador was gone, their files, books, and tapes. Everything.

However the guards managed to stay busy and were quick to grab their weapons. They stood behind the front gate on Avadrian soil, in full DCS kit and kept watch, hoping that the police wouldn't come back like that.

Gunther sighed, "Well, do you have business at the embassy to tend to yet?"

Norin mentally shook his head. Gunther was a good man but he seemed a bit thick. "Well yes of course... Except the Ambassador is in the hospital, all of the computers have been taken and just about all of the papers... I can't really accomplish anything now..." He said, obviously frustrated. "And after that bloody train ride... I get this..."

Norin glanced over at the embassy. He could see the black tip of the Avadrian flag waving from behind the concrete wall. He wanted so badly to go in and made it his chief goal to set foot on Avadrian soil before he left the city.

Gunther shrugged, "Well then, shall we go find you a hotel in the city, you can stay at the hotel I'm at... My room is basically twelve rooms, the penthouse, so you can use one of the rooms if you want... The embassy should be open tomorrow probably, your ambassador seemed fine, nothing too serious... I've had much worse."

"I can't thank you enough Gunther..." Norin said with a smile. "You're a great man... And I'm sure Coen will be fine... just incredibly angry..." He said with a laugh. "Who knows... maybe the morphine will keep him calm and he'll forget everything." Norin added to the joke.

Gunther chuckled as his limousine pulled up, he stepped in, beckoning for Norin to follow him.

As soon as they sat down, Norin noticed there were three young women in the back, each one sitting as close to Gunther as they could get.

Gunther smiled, "Ah Norin, how rude of me, these are three of my wives... Aleksandra, Dunja, and Clara... This is Norin, my soon to be brother-in-law."

The women smiled at Norin, "Hello Norin." they all said in unison.

The limousine started to drive off towards the hotel.

Norin shifted uncomfortably in his seat. The whole situation in the limousine put him on edge. A man with three wives, they all said hello at once, and to top it off they were technically his sisters in law.

"He-hello" Norin said meekly. It was all too wierd for him. "S-so... um... Gunther... when did you meet these three lovely ladies..?" He asked, trying to strike up conversation.

Gunther smiled, "Ah, they were put into contact with me by the Turkish government, they're all Serbs and Austrians... You should see the rest of my wives.. I have a total of eight..."

Norin quirked his eyebrows when he said that he had a total of eight wives. "Well... I imagine things must be interesting at home..." He said with a laugh. Norin couldn't begin to imagine eight women nagging at him to do something or spend time with one but then you're not doing enought with another. "They must all be lobotomized..." He thought to himself.

Thaller smiled as he started to speak, "I am going to make it my goal to personally expand the Thaller family exponentially... That is why I need so many wives."

Norin nodded. "I see..." He said still nodding his head. Norin was now running through the math in his head. Gunther having eight wives and Helga said that most people had over ten kids...

He couldn't help but whistle out loud, eighty children was quite an impressive number.

"How exactly do you plan to keep track of everyone..?" Norin asked laughing.

Gunther shrugged, "I'm a noble, I have guards and servants that will help keep track of the children later on... What about you, do you know Helga wants at least twelve children..."

Norin couldn't help but roll his eyes when Gunther mentioned that Helga wanted twelve children. "Yeah... yeah I know..." He said with a sigh, not caring if he was offensive. Twelve was absolutely too much for him to comprehend.

"Actually though... I'd rather keep it small, ideally three kids at the most..." Norin said, adding; "I could settle for four I suppose... but I wouldn't dare go any higher..." He shook his head. "I can't imagine keeping track of twelve kids..." Norin said with a laugh, trying to lighten the mood.

In actuality he thought any more than three children was absurd. It was already one above the legal limit in Avadria and he certainly would have when they returned but he figured strings could be pulled.

As well Norin wanted to have a close family, one where he knew his children and didn't have guards or servants raising them. He figured at the most he could manage with three kids by himself, but two was the ideal number.

Gunther chuckled, "Ah don't worry, you'll enjoy having twelve children... Anyway, you'll fit in better in Mississippi if you do as the Mississippians do..."

Norin laughed weakly and mentally rolled his eyes. "Yes, I'm certain I will..." He said, an obvious lie. "But I don't want to fit in one-hundred percent..." Norin said with a laugh. "I'm still an Avadrian you know..." He said with a simle and a pat to his chest.

Gunther nodded and dismissed the women to go up to the middle section of the limousine. They promptly did so, each one kissing him before leaving. He put the privacy separation window up and frowned at Norin, "Norin, brother, an anonymous letter came to me earlier, stating that you plan to leave Mississippi in a few years, abducting whatever children you happen to have by Helga... Is this true?"


Norin immediately realized who must have sent the letter...

Norin laughed it off, using what information he had at his hands to explain the situation. He swatted his hand in the air as if he was hitting away the letter.

"Gunther, honestly... I've heard about those stories the Mississippian media had published... It's probably some reporter whose forgotten their scruples, looking to make a story..." Norin explained, feeling satisfied with his story.

He knew that Gregory would have to be silenced at one point in time. Things were beginning to get out of hand.

Gunther smiled, "Well brother, make sure you don't do anything like that." He chuckled, "If you ever hurt my sister, I'd kill you..."

He then immediately changed the subject, "So, what do you want to do later tonight, listen to a Mladic speech?"

Norin laughed, well aware that it wasn't a joke.

"Umm... well, I'm not sure..." He said shrugging. Norin hadn't a clue of what there was to do in Jackson City. He figured that if he was with Gunther, Gunther might as well lead him. "...If that's what you're doing..." Norin said, clueless as to what else he would do.

Gunther nodded, "Yes, well we can see the city and have some fun, don't worry... We'll have a good time..."

Norin grinned. "It sounds good..." He said with a nod. "It's good to spend time with you brother... and again, thanks a million for saving our asses back their... I can't understand why they took all of that stuff..."

Gunther nodded, "Yes, yes, Norin, so tell me, do you have any plans to marry any other women in addition to my sister? Because I can tell you right now that if you do, you'd better scrap them... You're not a noble and thus you don't really have the right to take multiple wives..."

(OOC: Sorry to butt in, but DA, please check your telegrams. Thanks!)

Norin's jaw dropped, an action that seemed to be common for him while he was in Mississippi. "I-I... you've got to be joking..." He said with an uncomfortable laugh. "Did he honestly think that?" Norin asked himself.

"I never had any plans to marry more than one woman... I never even considered it, let alone let the thought cross my mind..." He said, still surprised that Gunther had asked him that. "I told you, I'm still an Avadrian..." Norin added with laugh, trying to lighten the mood, and steer things away from such an awkward topic.

Gunther shrugged, "Sorry, I just thought perhaps you might be... Ah well, nevermind..."

He smiled and patted him on the back, "Don't say that though, you're as Mississippian as any of us here in Jackson City..."

His face suddenly lit up, "I know, tonight we're going kluxing..."

Norin smiled weakly. "Great..." He groaned mentally.

"Sure... sounds good... I guess..." He said, not exactly sure what Gunther meant by the act of 'kluxing' itself. "Umm... what exactly do we do..?" Norin asked.

Gunther smiled, "Well we police the streets, make sure anybody out is keeping with the morality laws, we are doing a door to door charity drive for the winter relief fund for the armed forces in Ohio and the mountains of Kentucky... Our soldiers have very poor winter clothing because it was never believed they'd need any... The insurgents in the mountains of Kentucy and the northern regions of Ohio are better equipped for winter fighting than we are... But we've been hammering them pretty hard."


Gunther then nodded and smiled at the same time, immensely pleased about what he was about to say, "We also help those in need, if we see wrongs, we attempt to right them. I guess it's a sort of idealism, we donate food, clothing, money, and firearms to those in need. Men that rely on hunting to feed their families, we make sure they have plenty of firearms and ammunitions to keep putting food on the table. Men that rely on farming but can't afford to pay for a field of workers, we gather a unit from nearby klaverns and help them harvest their crops... Why when the great floods of 1997 and 1998 hit, we helped build over twenty million homes for those who were made homeless by the floods. That is what it's all about."

Norin nodded with a smile. They seemed like a nice group, morally well and with good intentions, but charity work was something Norin never really liked. Then again though he figured that it would let him see Mississippi through the eyes of one of them.

"You know what Gunther, that sounds great..." Norin said with a smile. Sure he hated charity work but at least he'd be able to see what the nation is actually like, although charity and protecting the morality of the citizens didn't mesh with his idea of a night on the town.

Gunther nodded and smiled, "Great, and afterwards, we can have a nice time in the lounge of the hotel, with some cigars and brandy, eh?"

Ooc- Be back in about 2/4-3/4 of an hour.

"Sounds great..." Norin said enthusiastically. He really truely was looking forward to spending time with Gunther. Norin saw Gunther as someone he could really call brother without reserve. Gunther had seemed to have Helga's and his best interests at hand and certainly managed to pull him out of a few tough spots.

"But what time exactly are we going to go... uh... kluxing..?" Norin said, checking his watch.

Gunther smiled, "As soon as it gets dark..."

"Why wait until it's dark..?" Norin asked quizically.

Gunther smiled, "Because that's when the torchlight processions are the best..."

Norin nodded in agreement to the statement noting that Gunther was definately right on that one.

"I agree" He said with a smile. "If I'm thinking of what you're talking about, we have similar displays on the Emperor's birthday... All of the government and major military personell as well as some choice civillians all parade-" Norin cut himself off. "Sorry I got off topic..."

Gunther nodded and then suddenly the limousine pulled up at the hotel. Thaller stepped out and waited for Norin to join him as he stuffed a wad of chewing tobacco into his mouth. He then tossed the pouch to Norin, "Try some, it's good." He spat a large stream of juice out and started to walk towards the hotel's front door, the doorman promptly opened it.

Norin caught the pouch and looked at it blankly. "When will they understand I don't like this stuff..." He thought before handing the pouch back to Gunther. "No thanks... I don't care for the stuff..." Norin said as he followed Gunther in.

Gunther shrugged, not sure as to why Norin didn't want any... They were in the hotel know, and the three of Gunther's wives were with him as well. They finally made it up to the penthouse.

Gunther immediately sat down, one of his wives removed his boots after he put his feet on the nearest coffee table. Another of his wives took his cap and jacket off, another one put a cigar in his mouth and lit it for him. Finally, the one who took his boots off brought him a drink while the one who took his cap and jacket brought his slippers and silk robe, while the one who got his cigar prepared his WKM robe.

Norin sat in a chair across from Gunther and watched while his wives prepared everything for him. It truely was amazing how they worked, it was like clockwork. He sat awkwardly while they did their job and he rapped his fingers on his leg. "So... is this your personal penthouse?" Norin asked as he surveyed the room from his chair.

Gunther shook his head, "No, but I am the only one who ever uses it... I have it reserved all year around because I am in the area so often?"

Norin shrugged. "So basically it is yours..." He said. To him it was close enough. "I mean I don't see a huge difference between renting it all year and buying it..." Norin said. "And besides it sounds better to say it's yours..." He added with a laugh.

Gunther nodded as one of his wives started making him a sandwhich, while another rubbed his shoulder, while the third had her hands down his pants.

Gunther shrugged, "Eh, yeah, it's a nice place, eh?"


He chuckled, "Well Norin, would you mind going downstairs for a while and say coming back up here in about an hour?"

"Oh for God's sake..." Norin said to himself, looking away from Gunther. He got up and faced the door, not wanting to look at Gunther given his current state. "Yeah, yeah, gladly..." He said before heading to the door. Norin opened it and shot back "Have fun!" with a grin on his face. He closed the door and proceeded downstairs.

About an hour later, Norin walked back up and knocked on the door.

Gunther opened the door and had a wide grin on his face, his silk robe was loosely covering him.

He whispered, "Come on in Norin, come on in... You'll have to excuse my whispering, the women are all tired out..." He smiled, "I'm sure you know why..."

He walked over to where some of his clothes were and started getting dressed with Norin standing there in plain sight. Norin was a little jealous, Gunther was in his mid forties and was in far getter shape than he was in, and Gunther was more "endowed" than Norin.

Gunther finished getting dressed and then slipped into his WKM robe, adjusting the hood as he looked in a mirror. He turned to Norin, "Shall we go then?"

Norin walked into the room hoping that they would be able to leave soon. Wandering around a hotel for an hour wasn't his idea of a good time. Norin stood standing somewhat impatiently, his hands in his pockets, and bouncing on the balls of his feet. He was anxious to leave.

Then suddenly Gunther stripped down not fourteen feet away from him. Norin turned away, but he had seen everything. However Norin was surprised to see how physicially fit Gunther was compared to him, but then again Gunther was a soldier and Norin essentially lived at a desk. Regardless he had seen his step brother in a state that he never wanted to again.

"Ugh... God..." He muttered, as he stood, now facing the door. "This day can't get any better..." Norin told himself sarcastically.

After Gunther adjusted his hood, he took an AKM rifle with a folding stock out from a nearby closet and slung it over himself so he could carry it at the ready in front of his chest.

He started to walk out of the room "Norin, let's get moving, okay?" he said as he left and entered the elevator.

Norin followed suite, however he was confused now. "I thought we were doing some sort of charity work... why the hell do you have a rifle?" He asked, puzzeled at everything. Norin had a feeling this would be much much different than what he was expecting.

Gunther nodded, "Sometimes we have to arrest some bad apples, but mostly we just do charity work, so we may not need weapons, but we'd be carrying them anyway, so why not eh?"

They walked outside and Gunther jumped into the bed of a white pickup truck... He helped Norin get in.

There were large signs on the side of the truck that read, "The WKM is watching you." and one read, "Be a man, join the klan"


Gunther had a large bag of money in the bed of the truck, they were going to donate to area churches.

Norin hopped into the truck with Gunther. The signs let alone the whole thing began to make him feel uneasy. Costumes, weapons, money, it was more like they were going to rob a bank than do charity work.

But on the topic of weapons Norin had to speak up. "Uh, Gunther... do you think I'll need a gun..?" He asked feeling somwhat unsure.

Norin thought back to the pistol he was given on the train, but that now was lying somewhere next to the train tracks in God knows where.

Gunther shook his head, "Nah, you'll not need a gun, we've got you covered..."

The truck started to ride off down the street.

Norin sighed as he looked down the street, the wind blowing through his hair. Inactuality Norin would have felt much safer with a gun, for all he knew he was going to be in some sort of danger during this activity.

They arrived at a large residential neighborhood. It appeared very affluent from the looks of the houses (mansions)

Norin looked over at the front door of the nearest house, he saw two youths about sixteen each in black Fabus Youth uniforms, they rang the doorbell, when the rich lawyer who lived there came out, the one youth cheerfully said, "Winter relief fund, help out the army in ohio!" The man frowned and started to close the door.

The other youth chuckled, "Donate a lot, or you might get shot!" The man promptly tossed a large wad of 1000 dollar bills into their donation box and then they smiled, thanked him, and proceeded to the next house.


Gunther smiled, as he noticed Norin was watching, "Aggressive techniques always work best, eh?"

"You're modern day Robin Hood's..." Norin remarked, somewhat distastefully. "Begging from the rich with threats of death..." He continued to watch the proceedings.

Thaller nodded, "Ah yes, but don't worry, we get enough donations, they're just being more aggressive than normal because they're so eager..."

Norin nodded, amazed that they would let that kind of thing happen. "Threats for money" He couldn't believe it.

"How much do you usually get in a night..?" Norin questioned as he looked across the neighborhood. He would imagine they would gather a significant sum givin the obvious price of the homes.

Gunther shrugged, "We usually take in at least ten or twenty million on collection nights... We also have numerous members who happen to be CEOs of major Mississippian companies, they donate hundred of billions a year..."

Norin whisteled at the impressive number. "So where does all your funding go? I mean you're collecting to give your soldiers winter clothing, but you seem to get plenty enough as it is..." He asked curiously.

Gunther nodded, "Yes, we have lots of money, we donate a great deal to churches, schools, war widows, and such."

He nodded. "Yeah, but why does the money for the war effort need to go through your organization first?" Norin asked. "Couldn't the government just tax the buisnesses or force a collection program of some sort..?" He asked with a shrug. Norin continued to watch the Fabus Youth go from house to house making collecting money, sometimes with threats, sometimes without.

Gunther chuckled, "No, we don't force anybody to do anything they don't want... We're much more civilized than that."

"Ah..." Norin said tilting his head back as he said so. "Yes, of course..." He added as he watched the Fabus Youth threaten another resident into donating. "Still... some sort of Military Support Tax could you know... reduce the man-power it takes to collect money..." Norin said, bringing up his idea, which was based off of the Avadrian wartime policy.

Gunther suddenly raised his rifle up and fired a burst above the heads of a few people walking by, three men and two women, the men had no weapons, and the women were not wearing their black garments. He shouted, "If your women dress likes whores, foreign soldiers might try to take them, and you have no guns to stop that! You should keep them dressed modestly and carry guns to defend them! Be lucky I am a Mississippian soldier and not a nig--r militiaman from Africa! Get guns, and have them cover up!"

The men nodded and then they and the women flagged down the nearest taxi and left the area.


Gunther chuckled as he jumped out of the truck, "Ah Norin, some people just need to be reminded of the right thing, eh? Anyway, here we are..." He took the bag of money in his left hand and set his rifle into the bed of the truck. Norin looked up, it was a baptist church.

Norin watched in a confused state as Gunther fired above the people's heads to warn them. He figured that someone would get hit by the stray bullets. Norin listened intently to the warning seeing nothing wrong with the state of the people, however he figured that Mississippi had a different definiton of a whore.

Then disembarked the truck with Gunther and stared up at the Church, the sight of one still surprised him. "So, what are we doing here?" He questioned, taking note of the bag of money.

Gunther smiled, "Donating, money, now keep quiet while we go inside, it's a church you know."

Gunther and twenty other WKM members dropped their masks out of their hoods, adjusted them, and then walked into the church and the preacher smiled as they entered, the entire congregation of five thousand turned and looked at them. The preacher nodded, "Ladies and Gentlemen, children of God, look at these generous men that are here to give to the cause of God. Let us thank them."


The preacher led the congregation in a prayer to bless the WKM. He then spoke, "The ranking officer of this faithful band of men, shall speak to us. He wishes to remain anonymous as he says fame is not a pious virtue."

Norin was amazed when he entered the church, seeing all of the worshipers, the preachers, he had never seen an active, organized, religous meeting. Sure he had been to the Avadrian Cathedral and the several other churches still left standing, but they were all converted into mueseums, the interiors a reflection of their former holyness.

Norin felt awkward during the prayer, but remained as respectful as possible. He couldn't help but feel somewhat giddy as he stood in the middle of what his government strived so hard to crush. Norin almost wanted to reach for his phone (which of course he left in Avadria) and call the RPSD and inform them of the church. However he realized he had no phone and he wasn't in Avadria and merely watched the proceedings.

Gunther walked up and handed the preacher the bag of 5 million dollars, the preacher smiled and warmly accepted the bag. He addressed his congregation, "I accept this most generous gift, a gift given to us by the White Knights of Mississippi, warriors of God!"

The congregation said in unison, "God Bless the White Knights!"


Gunther started to speak, never removing his mask as he spoke, "Citizens of Mississippi and children of God! We are locked in a struggle against evil, sin, the unbelievers grow in numbers daily! Yet we remain a beacon to the faithful of the world! It is imperative that you join us in our struggle so that the rising tide of satanism and perversion can be stopped before they consume our nation and our ideals. Our enemies want it so white children and colored children are thrown into the melting pot of integration, out of which would emerge a race of mongrels!"

The congregation gasped as he said, integration, and, and then again as he said mongrels.


He paused for a few seconds to gather his thoughts and think of what else to say.

Norin bowed his head while Gunther spoke, feeling somewhat uncomfortable. He was obviously one of the non-believers that Gunther was talking about. However Norin thought it was somewhat ridiculous by saying that their enemies wanted them to force them to interbreed, either way he wasn't going to say a thing about the whole night, other wise risking death, or he figured at least a severe beating if he was lucky.

Gunther kept talking, "They want to force our women to provide sinful services to their soldiers, the new world order elite will make our womens slaves in forced brothels! Being ravaged by dozens of jew and negro beasts each day..." He frowned, "Forgive my harsh language about those matters, there are women here, but the word must be spread! We must make our people aware!"

Norin rolled his eyes as Gunther spoke. He couldn't believe that people were taking these things in. Then Norin realized he was in a church. "These people will believe anything..." He told himself as he continued to listen to Gunther's so called speech.

Gunther started to speak again.


"There have been cases of abomination and feminist perversion in Mississippian Egypt and Western Sahara...

Zionism and the New United States (ooc- A few states in New England that kept the old US ways after the mid 70s breakup of the USA) are responsible for what is happening in the Commonwealth. Yes, we say this without hesitation. New America is responsible for what is currently happening in Western Sahara They want to attack it, just as they are planning to attack every white Christian country. They have a schedule and a plan; each white Christian country will be attacked in turn.

They fight our women and the morals of our youth by sending their women, because their ends justify their means. They sent a large group of Jewish and other women to white Christian countries in order to spread abomination. Yes, they have spread abomination, using all means. They have even sent many of their women to commit abomination acts in the white Christian countries. They started to succeed by establishing associations and organizations run by so-called Christians with the support of the infidels of the world, under slogans of women's rights. Their "women's rights" means that women leave their house naked...

They are attempting to confuse women as to their natural roles and their propers places! Women are not meant to work outside of their home unless of dire emergencies, and even then, their husband or guardian must approve the work, and it cannot interfere with their family duties. Women must be at home to greet their husband when he returns, she must have his food ready for him, she must not be stuck in rush hour traffic returning from a job she should not even have in the first place... Hiring a maid and a cook is not the same... They must prepare his food themselves, not relying on maids and cooks to do their own duties.

Many of the women who were lax in this respect paid a steep price: families were destroyed and marital trust was betrayed when the wife failed in this respect. When a maid enters our households, we must set red lines for her. A maid is forbidden to have dealings with the husband. The wife should be the one who serves food to her husband. She must sit down and serve him his food. She should act with tenderness so that he eats. She should smile while he eats and keep quiet while he sleeps. A wise woman makes sure she is the one who serves the husband.


She does not necessarily have to prepare the food, but she must be the one who serves it in order to be blessed. She must be the one who supervises the preparation of the food. One often hears men boast of their wives' food. This is meaningful.

And you, the man, if you have a wife who serves you and gives you food and drink, you must behave towards her as the laws of God dictate. You must be forthcoming with praise and thanks. You must praise her in detail: For the presentation, for the taste, for the fragrance, for the color and for the preparation of the food. Women love praise.

Sometimes a wife is at home but when the husband arrives, she shows no interest in him. Worse than that: Sometimes the husband comes home and his wife is out. She went to the neighbor or to the market. She is not interested in her husband and his welfare. Worse still are those women who receive their husbands with a long face. She meets him in order to give him a list of complaints: the eldest boy broke another window, the second hit his sister in the eye; your sister said so-and-so; your mother did so-and-so. This man regrets even coming home.


Guardianship, of men over women, is one of man's rights. He has these capabilities. But we live in times in which groups in the nation have become subjugated to the heathen countries. They have demanded equality between man and woman, but there will never be equality, because equality can only exist between two similar things. You can compare a car can to another car, but you cannot compare a car to a fridge.

Man and woman are not equal. One of the wonders of God's creation of Man is that there are over a hundred differences between men and women: in their way of thinking, in the size of their brains, in the means they use for thinking, in every thing, small or large. God created man to perform certain tasks and woman to perform other tasks.

The Lord created the woman in such a way that she does not feel secure unless she is protected and safeguarded by a strong man. Some say that a woman who tells other women that "my husband does not interrogate me. I come and go and he never interrogates me" hides defeat in her soul. She is aching within herself, because a woman loves to be in the company of a man with a personality, a man who forbids her to leave without his permission. His protecting her is proof that he loves her."


Gunther paused to catch his breath as the congregation started to clap, all the men, and all the women, were giving him a standing ovation.

Norin listened intently to Gunther's speech. There certainly were points that he agreed needed to be prevented, such as the section about the men returning to an unwelcome household. However Norin disregarded most of the speeches content. It didn't exactly affect him, but he could understand why the people were so moved by it. His brother-in-law was an excellent orator.

Gunther nodded as the people stopped clapping and he started to speak again,

"We have been told time and time again by the infidel nations of the world that our women are oppressed because they are required to wear garments to cover their bodies... I would like to ask you, in Mississippi where less than two thousand rapes occurred over the last two years, or in the United Kingdom, were over three-hundred thousand occurred in that same time frame, from that, tell me who is oppressing women? Over forty percent of the women in some Eastern European nations live in abject poverty... Less than two percent of Mississippian women are counted as poor. We provide for the welfare of war widows and those women who fall on hard times. We take care of our women.

The infidels nations of the world will condemn us for our laws that allow a husband to discipline his wife... I will admit, yes, even I use beatings, but they are symbolic beatings, you must not beat for the sake of beating or with intent to inflict harm... If you have caused blood to be shed, or broken a bone, you are being brutish...But if you arrive home and dinner is not prepared, and your wife objects to the reasonable demand to start preparing it, then the mild slap should be sufficient to correct her behavior, just as with a child or a dog, occasionally physical reminders are needed to get them to do their required tasks."


Gunther paused for a few seconds again to gather his thoughts.

(ooc- Gunther's views aren't representative of the WKM, he spent a large amount of time in Syria, Jordan, Saudi Arabia, and Iraq, and his beliefs have been influenced by his experiences in the muslim world)

Norin listened intently to Gunther's talk on the Mississippian ways of disciplining women. He couldn't think at point in his life were he would hit a woman. Norin reflected on the fact that women in Avadria seemed to be treated with much greater respect, either way it didn't matter. This was Gunther's country, Gunther's people, and their way of life. He wasn't going to question it.

OOC: Sorry for the pauses and breaks in posting, I've just been busy as of late.

Ooc- No worries. :)



Ic-

Gunther kept talking for a few more minutes, he finished up with a tearful plea, "But people of Mississippi, our way of life is being threatened, secret societies such as the Masons, the jewish banking cabals in the foreign nations... The purity of our race is no longer guaranteed for future generations..." He paused, "I promised myself I'd not make a speech in a church, but I must admit now, what better place to preach political activism for God! I want you all to get out there and do God's work! Be a man, join the klan! Praise God!"

The people all stood up and started cheering. Hundreds rushed forward asking questions about to join or eager to renew their already existing membership.

Norin backed himself up when the mob rushed towards Gunther. He didn't have any plans of joining but at the same time could understand the local's reasoning for being so enthusiastic. Norin watched the mild chaos unfold, it was rather exciting to see.

Gunther spent the next two hours handing out information, taking membership renewal dues, and talking to people about why they should join up. After that, he and the other WKM shouted, "Praise Jesus! Hail Fabus, the one who does the will of the Lord here on Earth!" before they formed into a single file line and filed quietly out of the church. Gunther discretely beckoned for Norin to follow him outside and back to their truck as the others went to their own vehicles.

Gunther jumped into the bed of the truck and helped Norin get up. Gunther removed his hood as they were driving away, "Well Norin, what did you think?"

Norin followed, glad to be out of the church. "That certainly was interesting..." He said. "I've been in churches before, but I've never seen them in session... It really was something..." Norin remarked.

Gunther nodded, "Yes, don't worry, I'm going to sponsor you for membership into my church and then my WKM chapter... You'll love it!"

Norin bit his lip when Gunther made the offer. He said it was interesting, not that he wanted to be a part of it. "Well... I appreicate that, but I don't plan on joining... I'm not a really religious person..." Norin admitted, feeling awkward about the whole thing.

Gunther chuckled nervously, "Ah, you're a funny man Norin, but really, when do you want to be baptized at my church? Is this weekend okay?" His tone revealed it was more of a command than a request.

Norin laughed in a fashion eerily similar to Gunther's just moments before. "Maybe you misunderstood me... I'm not a religious man Gunther... I don't plan on being baptized..." He said sharply. Norin knew he easily could've played along and been one of the rightous, God fearing, followers, but he couldn't lie to himself and the others like that.

Gunther frowned, "Norin, I'll be frank, you are going to get baptized and you will make it a point to raise any children you have with my sister in the Southern Baptist church, okay? I don't want my nieces and nephews burning in agony in the pits of hell because you stopped them from being in God's good graces..."

Norin rolled his eyes. "It's hard to burn in a place that doesn't even exist..." He muttered, his attention focused on things outside the truck. Norin would go along with the charade, but planned on giving his children some proper education at some point in time.

Gunther slapped him in the face, not hard, but not terribly soft either, enough to get the point across, he then shouted, "Don't insult God, please brother, for the sake of your own soul, repent and be saved!"

Norin curled his lip and glared over at Gunther when he was slapped. "Save myself from what!?" He snorted, challenging Gunther. "If God wanted me to be saved he would give me a sign! Hell he'd give the whole damn world a sign!" Norin shouted, fed up with the religious talk. "Let God himself strike me down this instant, then I'll repent..." He spat out, obviously irritated by the entire subject.

Gunther shrugged, "Norin, please, as a favor to me, for the sake of the children... tell me, if the children are brought up to be be moral Christians, and they die, and there is no God, did their living a righteous life hurt them? If there is a God and they live the right way and worship him, then they are set for paradise... But if there is a God, and they don't believe in Him, then what? Consider it, an insurance policy, okay? Just keep them covered, and keep yourself covered, you're a good man, I don't want to see you in hell." As he said that last part, he put his hand on his shoulder and with his other hand patted Norin's back, "Okay, brother?" he said with a smile.

Norin nodded, feeling somewhat beat. Gunther had a very good point and Norin wasn't going to fight it. "Yeah... fine... however they aren't going to be indoctrinated as much as everyone else..." He said, coming to a compromise. "As for me, well I don't want to lie to you... no matter what I can't see myself 'finding the light of God'..." Norin said lowering his shoulders. "And if I do... chances are I won't accept it..." He added, sounding slightly upset. Norin knew that alot of his life in Mississippi was going to depend on his religious beliefs, but he wasn't willing to falsly convert for it. After all, he was still planning on returning to Avadria.

Gunther smiled, "That's good enough, fair enough, brother." as he warmly hugged Norin.

Norin returned the hug and smiled weakly. He had a feeling he would be working hard to defend his heritage in the time to come. Either way he wanted to push the recent confrontation out of his mind and was curious what was next on the agenda. "So where are we off to next Gunther..?" Norin questioned watching the surroundings as they drove past.

Gunther smiled as he put a 100 round drum magazine into his AKM, "We are going driving out into the country, some hippies are stirring up trouble, hippies and so-called pacifists..."

Norin shifted uncomfortably. Sure he hated the likes of those people and couldn't help but chuckle and at the same time feel disgusted when there were reports of such groups being caught by the government. However the last thing he wanted to do was kill someone. "Y-you're gonna kill them..?" Norin questioned, obviously uneasy with the idea of it.

Gunther smiled, "Only if they aren't really pacifists."

"So... you're just breaking them up right?" He asked, feeling slightly more at ease, but also longing for a firearm. "And if they attack... then you'll merely defend yourselves... right?" Norin questioned.

Gunther nodded, "Yes, they only get the bullets if they ask for them... And if they attack us in any regards, that counts as asking..."

Norin couldn't help but laugh slightly. He didn't like the idea of running in and gunning them down, but if it was in self defense, well that couldn't be helped. "What should I do if I come under fire?" He asked, slightly worried.

Gunther reached into a bag and took out standard SRG body armor, Level IV overall when the ceramic plates were added in, he then handed Norin a tactical kevlar helmet with a faceshield... "But those on", he said, as he got the plates for the vest out and handed them to him... He then took his WKM robe off and put his own body armor on over his camo BDUs.

Norin removed his coat and began to put the body armor on. He realized how ridiculous he must look, wearing a suit and body armor. Either way, it'd keep him alive. "What about a gun..?" Norin asked. "I want to be able to defend myself, not just get shot at..."

Gunther handed him a Walther PPK 380 pistol, and smiled, "Do you know how to use it?" he asked.

Norin gripped the pistol and examined it, making sure he was comfortable with it. "Of course..." He said, making sure it was loaded. Norin slipped it into the previously vacant shoulder holster. He crossed his arms across his chest as they drove on, certain that the night could get very interesting.

As they started to approach a wooded area, Gunther ducked down low into the truck and took the safety off of his rifle... Suddenly the trucks came to a sudden halt, the men pulled kevlar balaclavas down over their faces and slowly dismounted the trucks, climbing down over the sides.

Gunther made a hand motion to Norin for him to quietly follow.




Ooc- More to come shortly. (Later tonight)

Norin flicked the safety off on his handgun and hopped off the truck. He crept, doubled-over, towards Gunther. Norin could feel his heart pounding with nervous excitement. The whole experience was taking him back to his years in the service.

Suddenly the calm silence of the night was shattered by a shotgun blast, it was buckshot, it landed square against somebody's chest, but his armor stopped it cold. The men returned fire their rifles and SAWs, cutting down all the vegetation in the immediate area. After about sixty seconds, twelve hippies came out of the bushes with their hands in the air.

The band of paramilitaries began to tie the hippies hands behind their backs while a few of the men started to make nooses.

Gunther smiled and handed a rope to Norin, "Hey, make a noose, would you..."

Norin caught the rope and looked at it blankly. "I'm not an executioner, I don't have a clue in the world how to tie one..." He said before handing it off to someone he felt would have a better idea as to how to tie the noose. Norin of course knew exactly what was to happen, the hippies were going to be made examples of.

He couldn't say he fully supported it, but he had always been behind the executions in Avadria (although he did not always approve of them). The hanging of the pacifists couldn't be any worse than the execution of the tweleve faithful not a week or two ago. Although the hippies certainly weren't going to drive an explosive laden van into a crowd of Mississippians... he hoped.

Gunther shrugged, and sighed, "Norin, you don't like this, do you?"

Norin returned the shurg. He had conflicting views on the whole matter. "I-I don't know... I guess I don't understand the circumstances... I mean are these people dissenters? Do they refuse to pay taxes? I mean, why are we going to kill them?" Norin questioned. "Heh, It would've so much easier for me if this had ended up in a gunfight..." He had said with a laugh. That statement obviously justified his conflicting views on the matter. "I mean you just shoot them, knowing only they attacked you and now they're dead..." Norin again shrugged. "I don't know... When in Rome do as the Romans do..." He said, pulling out that cliched line.

Gunther suddenly dropped the noose he was holding, he shouted, "Let them go, we don't want my brother-in-law to get the wrong impression, and view us Mississippians as violent brutes..."

The men let the hippies all go, but not without first roughing them up a little, and shoving them around.

Norin and Gunther were getting back into the truck, Gunther chuckled, "Well, that was awfully merciful of us, yes?"

Norin was confused. He wasn't sure if this was just some cruel joke by Gunther or that he really meant it. Either way he wasn't sure how he felt. Sure the people were let go, but they were hippies. "Wait... don't let them go!" He pleaded. "Just arrest them... you don't need to kill them though. I'm certain they'll get their due in prison." Norin suggested.

He couldn't stand to see people like that go, but he didn't necessarily want them to die for no reason. Besides, anyone can be transformed into a valuable member of society with the proper 'education.'

Gunther nodded and then radioed in for a police wagon from a nearby town to come to arrest the lot of them, all twelve or so of the hippies were then taken away to prison after the wagon arrived about forty minutes later.


Gunther smiled at Norin, "Well brother, shall we head on out? My estate isn't too far from here, you can use one of the guest rooms if you want... Thanks for that good advice earlier, you passed the test, you did the right thing..."

Test? Norin thought to himself. He should've seen it coming, but either way it didn't matter. Norin nodded at the idea of heading off for Gunther's estate, after all it had been a long day, perhaps too long. However there was a certain thought nagging him as he climbed into the truck. "And what If I had failed your little test?" He asked with a curious grin, eager to learn what Gunther had planned if he had indeed failed.

Gunther shrugged, "Eh, nothing, just wanted to see if you were the sort who would mow down a bunch of people for no real reason..."

"Ah" Norin said, tilting his head back as he said so. "Only in war" He said laughing. Norin changed the subject as his mind went back to what had happened early that day and the initial plan of his. "So how far is your estate from the embassy?" He asked. "I'd like try and get there as early as possible tomorrow."

Gunther shrugged, "I'll have a helicopter take you to the embassy later, it's a good ways away..."

As he was thinking of what to say next, he finally pointed at the gate of the estate, "We're here..." he said as they passed through the guarded gated, two tanks moving their main guns into the air as his truck approached.

Norin noticed at least thirty ZSU-23-4s and a few dozen stationary SAMS.

"Are you sure we'll be safe..." Norin joked as they pulled in. His eyes were fixed on the tanks. "Goddamn... do the Thallers have a personal army?" Norin thought to himself as he saw the other defenses. "What's with all the hardware..?" He asked. "I mean, does your family have many enemies or something?"

Gunther nodded, "We'll be fine here..."


After they arrived outside the house, two squads of ten guards moved out and around the limousine as Norin and Gunther exited it.

Gunther walked inside, with Norin right behind him, he tapped Norin on the shoulder and pointed to one his eight wives, a young girl about nineteen, he whispered to Norin, "I was thinking about what I said earlier, you could have several wives if you want... Why don't you go spend sometime with some of my wives and see how fun it is to have many wives..."

Norin quirked an eyebrow. He wasn't quite sure what he was suggesting. As well the idea of multiple wives was beyond him for the most part, however if he were to stay in Mississippi it could always be a possibility he figured.

"W-wait... what are suggesting?" He asked cautiously, assuming it was another test of some sort.

Gunther shrugged, "No, I know what you're thinking, this is no test, not really anything other than an offer to have a good time, if you want..."


The woman he had pointed to wrapped her arms around Norin and suddenly kissed him lightly on the lips, whispering, "Want to go upstairs?"

Norin stood there for a moment, biting his lower lip as he considered the offer. A lot had happened in the day and he certainly needed to take his mind off of possibly betraying the Emperor, the raid on the embassy, and besides, it would almost be like an odd sort of revenge for what Gunther had done while in Avadria. "Certainly..." He said in response to the woman. Norin looked over at Gunther, just to make sure it was okay.

Gunther jumped when he heard Norin say, "Certainly", he shouted, "Ah ha! You show your true colors!" he calmed slightly, "Nah, I'm just kidding, don't worry, but really, I have no problem with you being with other women, brother, but you are not a noble yet... You must behave properly as a prospective noble would and ask me for assistance when you are confused on matters..."

Gunther shrugged, "So, Norin, do you want me to swear you into the nobility right now?"

Norin jumped when Gunther had accused him. He paused for a moment recovering from it and laughed nervously. Norin then considered the thought of becoming nobility. He was certain that there was a definate catch to though. "Well... what's the catch... Certainly there's some underlying clause right..?" Norin asked with a laugh, though he was totally serious.

Gunther shrugged, "No catch really, just if people ask, tell them you were always a noble, I don't want people to think my sister is marrying a commoner... No offense."

Norin nodded. "Ah... I see, well then... I'll gladly become a noble..." He said with a smile. Sure he was just fullfilling a complete lie but either way, if it made Gunther happy and helped smooth things over he gladly would do it. As well Norin was somewhat eager to head off with the wife that had come onto him.

Gunther nodded and then administered the oath to Norin, after which he smacked him on the back, "You're a noble now, brother!". (Gunther basically well fill the papers out, and pay the fee, for Norin to be an official state-recognized noble. You can buy a title of nobility, but they aren't cheap)

The woman smiled at Norin, "Well, shall we get going upstairs then?"


Ooc- Be posting on and off, sort of got work to do, and sort of tired, and sort of sick, and sort of hungry. I'm busy, tired, hungry, and sick, and the only thing that seems to relax me tonight is reading good RPs or writing posts. But I'm losing some of my focus tonight. We shall see how many replies I can get in...

Norin nodded and followed the woman. He was still amazed with the estates that the Thallers had. Norin had never been inside a house that large before and still couldn't grasp the size of the structure. Either way he had business at hand. "So... What would your name be?" Norin questioned, feeling somewhat awkward given the situation and the fact that he never knew her name.

OOC: No problem, I understand completely. Hope you feel better though.

She smiled, "Doris, and you are Norin, yes?" she said, standing outside her bedroom door... She grinned, "Well, shall we?"



Ooc- Does Norin happen to know that less than 5% of the Mississippian nobility practice polygamy, and Gunther is frowned upon by many fellow nobles for doing thus, or that Helga is quite against polygamy... Or does he just not care. :D

Norin nodded and opened the door. "After you Doris..." He said holding it open.

OOC: Not a clue in the world. He assumes that it must be common with Mississippian nobility and although it is fairly unfaithful, he technically isn't married to Helga, so the guilt is a bit less.

She led him into the room, holding his hand as she walked inside.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, "So, Norin... How long have you been in Mississippi?" she asked.

Norin sat down beside her. "Oh.. Only a few days I suppose..." He said, not really sure anymore. So much had happened in his first full day that it seemed like a week. "I would assume you are a native Mississippian, Doris?" Norin asked.

OOC: I think it was two days, I'm not really sure anymore, but almost positive that it was two.

She shook her head and sighed, "No, I am originally from Serbia..." he could tell she missed her homeland. She smiled before contiuning, "My government arranged for me to be married to Gunther, he is a great man, yes?"

"Ah" Norin said thoughtfully. Interesting that there was something they could relate with. "Yes, yes, Gunther is a fine man..." He said nodding. Norin had heard about arranged marriages, but was surprised to actually meet someone who had been involved with one. "So, Doris... I have to ask, Is that your given name? Or did you go by something else before moving?" He asked, curious if she may have changed it to fit in more.

She shook her head, "No, it's always been my name... So you're marrying Gunther's sister, yes?"

"Yes, Helga, she is a great woman." Norin said with a smile. He felt more guilty now of what was to come as they talked about Helga. "She's a lovely woman, she really is..." Norin said.

Doris nodded, "Yes Helga is nice, she and Gunther aren't on the best of terms though, he is a bit pushy and bosses her around like a parent bosses around a child..."

Norin couldn't help but chuckle. "Yeah I know..." He said, recalling his abduction from Avadria. "He certainly can be... But I think he has good intentions, he probably just wants what is best for her" Norin remarked

Doris nodded and then put her arms around him, gently kissing him, whispering, "Shall we?"

Norin hesitated but finally returned the kiss. "Yes, lets..."

OOC: We all know what happens from here

About an hour later, there was a knock at the bedroom door, it was Gunther, he chuckled, "Hey Norin... Helga is waiting downstairs to talk to you... She was in the area and called dropped by... She wants to speak with you..."

Norin felt his face go pale. "You've got to be kidding me..." He was quick to rise from the bed and get dressed, he checked himself in the mirror to make sure he was composed. "How the hell could she be 'in the area?'" Norin thought to himself, after all it was quite a long train ride for him to arrive here to begin with. Either way, she was here and he had to make himself presentable.

He straightened his clothing and then headed downstairs to see Helga.

Helga was sitting in a chair, she seemed tired, she smiled when Norin came down, "Ah, Norin dear, I heard about the trouble at the embassy and so I just had to come see you to make sure you're alright..." She got up, walked over to him, wrapped her arms around him, and kissed him, whispering, "Are you okay, dear?"

"Yes, I'm perfectly fine dear" Norin said, returning the kiss. "Ambassador Troda suffered a broken nose I believe, but he should be okay by tomorrow." He said, reassuring her of his safety. "Are you okay Helga?" Norin asked, concerned about her well-being. For all he knew, Gregory was stalking her, waiting to strike.

She nodded, "Oh yes, I'm fine..."

Helga yawned, "So, do you want to go back up to your room? I'm sort of tired..." She then grinned at him, "But maybe not too tired that we might find something to do first..."

"Oh boy..." Norin remarked to himself, mentally groaning. He was awfully tired from his previous encounter and certainly didn't have the vitality today to go another round. "I'm sorry Helga dear... I'm awfully tired from the days events... And I'd also like to get up early and try to get to embassy early." Norin said, not technically lying. "If you'd like you could always come with me to the embassy, then you can show me around if you'd like... although Gunther did give me a fairly good tour" He said with a smile.

Helga nodded, "Okay, we'll turn in early and both get up early to head to the embassy, okay?"

"Superb" Norin said, just before yawning. He stretched his arms and then looked back up at the staircase. "Well... would you care to lead" Norin said with a laugh. He knew if he would lead he would get himself.

Helga nodded and walked up the stairs, leading Norin to the room that she used when she was staying at the house, she opened the door and took Norin inside.

She then shut the door, put her arms around him, and kissed him while whispering, "Are you sure you're that tired?"

Norin bit his lip as he debated it for a moment. "Well I suppose I'm not that tired..." He said with a grin, returning the kiss.

She smiled and kissed him back, "Shall we?" she asked.

Norin smiled and kissed Helga. He laid her down on the bed, kissing her once more before beginning...

When they were finished, Helga smiled at him, "That was great, Norin..."


She then yawned and asked, "What are your plans for the morning, shall I wake you up at a certain time?"

Norin wasn't certain on the exact time, but still wanted to be up fairly early. "Oh... about nine-thirty should be good..." He said, nodding to reassure himself of his choice. "I figure we could get breakfast in the city and then head over the embassy afterwards..." Norin suggested with a smile.

Helga nodded, "Yes, of course, I'll see you get up right at that time then, Norin, dear..." She smiled kissing him one last time before she fell asleep.

Norin as well dozed off not long after Helga. However he was troubled. Norin didn't know anymore what he wanted. He loved Helga, he loved everything about her, but he wanted to be home as well. Sure he could adapt over time, but he still wanted to see Avadria once more. Besides he had hundreds of loose ends to tie up. Regardless though, Norin was either a guest or a prisoner in Mississippi, it was up to him to decide which.

The next morning, at precisely nine-thirty, Helga was gently whispering in his ear, "Norin, dear, wake up, wake up..." She then gave him a soft kiss on the forehead, "Rise and shine, dear." She said, a little louder than her previous attempt to wake him up.

Norin groaned before opening his eyes. He never really was a morning person. As well Norin had felt like he was back home while he slept, his mind telling him that he would be going to work, not that it mattered, because he would've been late as it was.

Regardless though, Norin awoke in the bed at Gunther's estate, Helga beside him. Norin smiled before yawning. He sat up and strechted several times before rising off the bed. "Well then... I suppose we should get ready, we've got an important day ahead of us." Norin said with a smile. He already knew what to expect when they arrived and while he worked to get everything straightened out and Helga's presence would probably help him out. Besides she could come in handy when he explains matters to his parents. They could at least get to know her.

Helga smiled, kissed him, and then went off to shower. When she finished doing so, she dried off and got dressed for the busy day that lay ahead. She walked back into the bedroom, Norin was getting dressed as well (assumed he showered in another bathroom whilst she was showering)

She looked at him, "Shall we go then?" she asked.


Gunther was downstairs smoking, and he had a helicopter waiting for them outside.

"Let's" Norin said to Helga. adjusting his tie. He was dressed in the same suit as yesterday, although he had made it his priority to get it cleaned when the arrived home. Thankfully it was, as he certainly wouldn't look professional going to embassy dressed like a vagabond.

"Morining Gunther" Norin said as he went downstairs. As they approached the helicopter Norin commented to Helga: "So is this how you arrived?" He asked, curious if this was the 'broken' helicopter from her estate.

She shook her head, "Yes, Gunther was nice enough to have a helicopter sent to get me, seeing as mine is broken. Wasn't that nice of him?"


They both got into the helicopter, about twenty minutes later they were at the embassy.

Helga stepped out and waited for Norin to join her and then lead the way inside.

Norin disembarked from the helicopter. They were now standing on land that was legally Avadrian. He coudn't resist but to kneel down and touch the ground once. The government had gone through great lengths to make the embassy as Avadrian as possible. As many things as legal were imported from Avadria, be it plants, grass, dirt, and the building materials. For Norin it was a beacon of civilization in a strange new nation.

He got up off the ground and looked towards the archway at the entrance. A large Avadrian flag was waving in the now gentle breeze, as was the flags standing at the fountain near the front. Norin couldn't help but smile proudly as he looked around. He felt that he was at home.

Regardless of his pride though there was buisness he had to attend to. He took Helga's hand and kissed her gently on the lips. "Well then, let's get going" Norin said, leading her towards the entrance.

Once inside, Norin was greeted by a member of the security force. A young man of about twenty-five, serving out his time the safest way as possible.

"Sir, I'm going to need to see your identification" He said, sounding stern and authoritarian. It was obvious he had been preparing for encounters like this.

It was very often that Avadrian's visited Mississippi, especially with the Rouge Nation status. However one glance towards the bulliten board on the wall, revealed a newspaper article stating that the status had been lifted. As well there were several clippings about Norin's kidnapping.

"Yes, certainly..." Norin said as he fished through his pockets for his wallet. He soon produced the wallet from his pockets and withdrew his drivers license. The soldier looked it over and cleared him along towards the elevator.

"Third floor, end of the hall" The young guard said, directing them towards the Ambassador's office.

The first floor of the embassy was merely the entrance and a parking garage, while the second was the staff quarters, kitchen, and recreation room. The third floor was reserved for the ambassadors office and was once several rooms filled with file cabinets brimming with documents.

Norin entered the elevator and held the door for Helga.

Helga smiled, "Thank you, dear." as she walked through the door and waited for Norin to take her to where they were going.

Norin tapped the third button and the doors closed. A gentle patriotic tune played in the elevator, which Norin gently hummed. Then on the second ding the doors opened, presenting them with the third floor.

It was simple, bland hallway. The only real sign of life coming from the office on the far end. Norin led Helga towards the office, casting his gaze in the other rooms that lined the path. Some of the door's windows were smashed, loose papers on the floor, obviously the aftermath of the raid yesterday.

However the ambassador's office managed to stay in good shape. Norin opened the door and was greeted with the sight of the ambassador's secretary Vanessa, who appeared to be expecting them. She had been buzzed earlier of their arrival by security so she was certain to not get caught in her usual bored state.

"Welcome Mr. Fallsburg, Ms. Fallsburg" She said, unaware that Helga was a Mississippian. Security hadn't bothered to check her, assuming that she was Norin's wife. As well both she and the young guard hadn't bothered to recall, let alone assume that the man known as Norin Fallsburg, was the unidentified government offical, kidnapped by the Mississippian government.

"Please have a seat." She said, motioning to a small leather couch. "Ambassador Troda will be with you shortly." Vanessa said with a smile.

Across from the couch was a small coffee table stacked with various literature from Avadria. A copy of the Amhurst Chronicle, only a week old, several copies of The Empire, as well as A Pictoral Guide to Avadria: By James B. Arvanas. Also the small television in the corner was tuned the Avadrian International Broadcasting Agency's news show. The matter at hand was merely the day's current news.

Helga sat and waited... After about twenty minutes, she leaned over, whispering to Norin, "How much longer do you think this wait will take?"

"Soon..." He said, sounding somewhat irritated. Norin was busy catching up on activities back home and was thumbing through and issue of The Empire. After several minutes the silence was broken by the sound of a door opening. Ambassador Troda stepped out to greet them...

OOC: I'm not sure how good the Mississippian doctors would be for treating the broken nose, so I'm not sure what the condition of it would be. So if you could fill me in on that, that would be great.

Ooc- Mississippian doctors (except those who are "faith healers" can treat about anything, we have twenty years of top data gathered at no concern to those we experimented on)


Ic- Helga looked at Norin, "Norin, what is that magazine you're reading, is it about Avadria?"

"Ah, yes... It's mostly a news maga-" Norin was saying before the Ambassador interrupted.

"-Mr. Fallsburg" The Ambassador said, sounding surprisingly cheerful, although somewhat congested. The door to his office was open inviting them in.

"Ah, Mr. Troda, terribly sorry. I was just explaining to Helga here about The Empire" He said, holding up the issue. It then became obvious to Vanessa and Coen that Helga was indeed a Mississippian, or at least she wasn't Avdrian. Nearly every citizen read the magazine, it was immensley popular and managed to cater to almost every audience. Then again it was a fairly thick volume and could cost a good chunk of cetina to get consecutive yearly subscriptions.

"It's a news magazine mostly... Updates about the army, the government, biographies, editorials... many many things..." Ambassador Troda said as he led them in. "Please, take a seat..." He said motioning to the chairs.

Norin sat down in one of the chairs and handed the magazine to her. He wasn't exactly sure whether they would handle matters in English or Avadrian and didn't want her to be too bored. Norin did assume though that more delicate information would be handeled in the native tounge.

"Gut du ponen sug missen Thaller, Im nom ist Coen Troda." The Ambassador said to Helga, a grin on his face. Norin was grinning as well, curious as to what her reaction would be.

((Pronounced: Goot doo pounen soog, mizen Thaller, eem noum eest Couen Trouda))

Helga had learnt some Avadrian since she'd been with Norin, she a fast learner, being able to fluently speak at least twelve different European languages, and reading several classical languages. She sat and listened to them talking, but made it seem she was mostly focusing on reading the magazine. She wasn't spying on them, she was just curious what they were saying.

They could tell by her reaction that she must've known some basic Avadrian, at least enough to get by and decided to carry matters now at least, in english.

"Well Mister Fallsburg, I received a call from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs only a day or two ago about your kidnapping as well they faxed a photo of you for identification. The Ministry assured me that you would try and contact us by any means during your quote 'stay' in Mississippi. And I must say I'm glad to see that you are in good health."

Ambassador Troda said, with the tone of both a buisness man and that of a caring father, although he was no more than a year or two older than Norin.

"Thank you Mister Troda" Norin said, shifting in his seat. His eyes caught the current page in The Empire which highlighted the governments ongoing efforts to crackdown on the various religious groups in Avadria.

The four page article displayed pictures of the churches, cathedrals, synogouges, and the few mousqes converted into museaums for the general public. As well it featured dramatic photos of a raid on a small home in Konigsbridge as well as pictures of the imprisoned faithful being loaded on trains bound for the re-education camps.

Norin knew it might not go over too well with her, but it was his country's way, not hers.

"First and foremost I was wondering if I would be able to get in contact with my relatives..." Norin said to Coen, already certain on the response.

"Of course..." The Ambassador said, sliding the phone towards Norin.

"And second I have other buisness I'd like to discuss with you concerning more personal matters..." Norin said, sounding somewhat grim.

"Yes, yes, and let's not forget the paperwork" The Ambassador said with a laugh. He was obviously in good spirits, but was still resentful of the whole raid. All of his books and important documents had been confiscated. The Embassy was lucky to still have their coffee table literature.

Helga listened, but didn't comment, instead continuing to read the magazine, while they talked.

"Well, I suppose you should call first and get that out of your system..." The Ambassador suggested, pulling the cordless phone from it's charger. Norin took the phone and dialed the out of office number, the international number, the provincial code, and finally the number for his parents home. After several rings, Norin finally reached his father.

"Hago Maden!" He said cheerfully in Avadrian. However after the exchange of greetings the conversation changed gears into english.

"Yes I know, I'm okay... don't worry..." Norin said. Suddenly he jerked the phone away from his ear, the sound of his mother blasting through the receiver.

"Oh Norin Thank God you're alive..." She said from their house's second phone. Mrs. Fallsburg was obviously too overcome with joy and relief to catch her slip up with the mention of God. For all she knew an overzealous MP on the street could've heard it and decided that they needed to be re-educated.

"Yes, don't worry mother..." Norin said, comforting her.

"What happened..." His father asked while his mother listened intently.

"It-it's a very long story... I don't have time to explain it all..." Norin said, his father trying to interject before Norin cut him off.

"Listen... I have some very important news..." He said somewhat hesitantly. Norin glanced over at Helga and smiled.

"What, What is it..?" Both of them asked.

"I-I'm getting married" He said, almost certain that he could her his mother faint.

"R-Really?" His father asked, sounding somewhat surprised.

"Yes... to a Mississippian woman, named Helga Thaller..." Norin explained and before they could respond he continued. "Listen, I need you to get that little black address book, call up all the people on the second page and tell them that you're all going to Mississippi for the wedding.... It should be in a week or two..." He explained to them.

"Listen, Listen I love you both very much bu-" Norin was about to say, hoping to end the conversation. However his mother suddenly interjected, asking if Helga was present.

"Yes, Yes..." Norin said with a groan. He covered the transmitter and said to Helga.

"My Mother wants to talk with you..." Norin said, rolling his eyes. "If you wouldn't mind?" He said, handing her the phone.

"Helga!?" His mother could be heard through the now uncovered transmitter. She was waiting for Helga to take the phone, assuming it was already against her ear.

Helga smiled, "Yes, Mrs. Fallsburg? this is Helga Thaller... Hello, it's great to finally get to speak with Norin's parents. I hope we can meet shortly."


She waited for a reply.



Ooc- The parents will certainly have heard of Herman Von Thaller, he is the leader of the VG, the Pope of the DA Roman Catholic Church, and the world famous fighter ace (he is also chief of air force of DA, and the Minister of Religion) Gunther Thaller is a top ranking general, world known for his insulting remarks on international media. Gunther is also well-known for his role in the Volunteer Guard.

"Yes, Yes, how are you dear..?" She asked in a somewhat annoying yet motherly tone. "Is Norin treating you well? He isn't seeing other women is he? How has he really been? Is he eating well? Has he been sick-" Mrs. Fallsburg asked, her barrage of questions ending through Mr. Fallsburgs interjection.

"Edna, leave her alone, Norin's fine..." He said, reassuring his wife.

"When are you coming to Avadria?" Mrs. Fallsburg asked, however limiting herself to just one question.

Helga smiled, "I am well... Are you okay? Norin is treating me excellently... No he is not seeing other women. He is really fine... Really... He is eating fine, I cook well for him. He is not sick, he is in perfect health, he is able to..."

She trailed off there, deeming it not necessary to inform Mrs. Fallsburg of her son's sexual prowess and ability to keep it going for nearly two hours.

"Anyway, us coming to Avadria? I was rather hoping you'd consider coming to Mississippi, my brother, Gunther Thaller, will fly you and any of your relatives to Mississippi, at his cost, and he'll also put you up in his estate and let you stay as long as you'd like, even after the wedding... You may tour our lovely country and be treated as guests of honor."

Mr. Fallsburg groaned at the thought of spending an extended amount of time there. He had read about Mississippi, about their absurd laws, and religious devotion. "I don't need them trying to finish me off..." Mr. Fallsburg thought to himself while his wife replied.

"Oh yes dear, of course. I mean we are going to the wedding after all. But still, we'd love you to see more of Avadria. It really is a wonderful place you know..." Mrs. Fallsburg said cheerfully. Of course she couldn't say whether or not they would be treated as guests of honor as that was for a government official to decide, not a couple of retierees.

Helga smiled, "Of course I'd love to come to Avadria with Norin and visit it again... It was so lovely the first time I was there, I look forward to seeing it again."

"Good... good..." Mr. Fallsburg said, cutting in for his wife. He sounded somewhat irritated all of a sudden.

"Listen, It was lovely talking to you but can I need to speak with Norin." He said, it coming out almost like a command.

Helga nodded, "Yes, of course, here is Norin." She handed Norin the phone, whispering, "Your father wishes to speak with you."

bump

Norin took the phone from Helga and stood up out of the chair.

"Hello?" He asked somewhat hesitantly as he began to walk around the room while he talked.

"How are you doing Norin?" Mr. Fallsburg asked, the question oddly out of place as they had covered all of that already. As well his father had a dark, serious tone about his voice

"Yes, I'm well..." Norin replied

"At daet religik manen draekus?" His father asked, the conversation switching over to Avadrian. The matter was a bit touchy but it was something his father needed to know, especially before coming to Mississippi.

"Ja, at emig..." Norin replied, glancing over at Helga.

"At emig maken sug religik manen." His father asked, his voice still deadly serious

"Ja. Andou Im losun 'klanning' west makidenssek." Norin said with a laugh as he mentioned last nights events.

"Ja, dod ist manen nom?" His father replied, actually laughing at Norin's reply

"Ah, ssusen. Manen nom ist Gunther Thaller." Norin replied, again glancing over at Helga.

"Joben Im, Daet Gunther Thaller?" His father asked, somewhat astounded. He had only read a little on Mississippi and had heard of Gunther Thaller, but hadn't made the connection with Helga being his sister.

"Ja, Ja. Unt Manen ist gut manen... Fad Gunther dodan aof religik
ist bawen" Norin replied with a laugh, although spoke softly into the phone just in case Helga knew enough to catch that remark.

Ambassador Troda covered his mouth as he chuckled at Norin's remark. He certainly didn't want to be rude but he felt it to be true.

"Ja, Im dod. Mississippi ist bawen." Norin's father replied, laughing with Norin.

"Ja. Legan Maden. Im losan hom-" Norin said, now more serious and definately more quiet.

"-Taem!?" His father interjected, elated with Norin's decision.

"Im naet dodan. Naet net, fad hage daet dre, unt Im losan west im kiden
unt im wossek." Norin replied, now in the corner of the office, speaking softly still.

"Ja. Ant ist gut Norin. Stilen keban Norin unt lib." His father replied caringly

"Ja Maden, Im ast." Norin said in return, his voice now at a normal level.

"Gut Norin... gut... Mado" Mr. Fallsburg replied as he said goodbye.

"Mado Maden... unt emmel..." Norin said, nodding his head as he said his goodbye.

"Mado unt sug dind..." His father replied finally before hanging up.

Norin turned the phone off and set it on the charger.

"Emmel, Manen Troda... " He said, unaware that he was still speaking Avadrian.

"You're welcome" Troda replied in English, chuckeling. He had brought Norin back to reality.

"Any ways, I'll go get the paperwork we need you to fill out. We should have a few copies stashed away somewhere... I just hope the police didn't take those as well..." Coen said with a laugh that was laced with resentment.

OOC: I'll post a translation to the phone conversation in just a moment.

OOC: Translated Phone Conversation Between Norin and His Father

F: Are the religious men everywhere

N: Yes, they are

F: Are they making you a religious man

N: Yes. Yesterday I went 'klanning' with my brother-in-law

F: Yes, what is his name?

N: Ah, sorry. His name is Gunther Thaller

F: Excuse me? The Gunther Thaller?

N: Yes, Yes. And he's a good man... but Gunther's understanding of
religion is backwards

F: Yes, I know. Mississippi is backwards

N: Yes. Listen father. I'm going home-

F: When!?

M: I don't know. Not now, but in the year, and I'm bringing my kids
and wife

F: Yes, that is good Norin. Stand strong and live.

N: Yes father, I am.

F: Good Norin... good.... goodbye

N: Goodbye Father... and thankyou

F: Yes, you're welcome

((Just a note for the pronunciation with Avadrian. The 'ss' are a 'z' sound, that's the major thing I felt I should explain))

Ooc- Herman Von Thaller is the pilot, Gunther Thaller was a pilot from 1982-1985, but he never was an ace. Gunther is mostly well-known for his role in the VG.


Helga looked at Norin, "Are you done talking, Norin?"


Helga kept her smile, knowing most of what he'd said, but not wanting to let him know that she knew.

OOC: Ack, got the names confused... I'll edit that section out.

Norin nodded to Helga and smiled. He sighed while the Ambassador left the room to go find the paperwork.

Norin rapped his fingers against his leg. "So... find any interesting articles?" He asked, pointing to the magazine.

Helga frowned, "Norin, we need to talk, in private... Okay?"

Norin nodded he could tell something was wrong. "Yes, alright... I'm sure Mr. Troda might be awhile." He said nodding. "We can talk in the hall." Norin suggested as he rose from his chair.

He led them out of the office and informed Vanessa of their brief absence. Norin then led her into the hallway outside of the office. "Well... what is it you need to talk about?"

Helga started to speak in rather fluent Avadrian, translating in English to loosely, "Norin... Why do you find it necessary to speak with your father in Avadrian, if you want to plan something and hide it from me, speak in a language I don't know, okay... And I have no plans to reside for any prolonged length of time outside of Mississippi..."

Norin was surprised at her manipulation of the language. Either way he knew what he planned and certainly wasn't going to back down. Besides he could also manipulate the english language fairly well. "Because it's a personal matter, as well my parents are very traditionalist... My father fought to preserve the Empire and nearly died because of it... The last thing he wants to see is the language die..." He shook his head. "

And I wasn't hiding anything from you. As for going to Avadria withen in the year, well I want to bring you and our kids there... We don't have to stay long, only a month or two... besides it'd be good for all of us. You can't expect me to stay out of my native land for the rest of my life... Besides a vacation every once and a while couldn't hurt you know" Norin said with a smile, hoping he had smoothed things over. He figured that if he couldn't run away with the children to Avadria, a two-month or so trip each year would be a good compromise.

Helga sighed, "Norin... I want more than just one or two children, at least six no fewer... I'd much prefer nine or ten... But I guess it's ultimately up to you how many children we have... But if were to have more childre, there'd be more birthdays and such to celebrate, your parents in Avadria would get to see them more often, thus we'd have to go to Avadria more often, perhaps as much as a fourth of the year... Does that sound fair?"

It was obvious what she was suggesting, if they had more children together, she'd not object to prolonged trips to Avadria.

Norin debated it, the thought certainly was tempting now. Still he couldn't grasp the idea of ten screaming children running around him. Norin bit his lip as he thought about then a grin appeared across his face. "How many children would it take for us to permanently live there?" He asked with a laugh, obviously trying to lighten the mood. His joke also hinted at the fact that he would most likely agree or at least compromise more.

Helga frowned, not wanting to make such a compromise, but wanting to keep Norin pleased and happy, "Eight... Is that sufficient? But we have to spend at least two months a year in Mississippi or one of his territories... There are so many territories, we can spend two months a year in a different territory each year, it will greatly enhance the childrens cultural literacy and appreciation of fine culture..."


Norin knew that basically, most of the Mississippian territories were almost clones of Mississippi when it came to culture. Except for Western Sahara, where the plantation society had sprung up, and Mississippian Egypt where they even had their own language (Mississippikaans, a blend of Mississippian Egyptian English, Afrikaans, and Italian) and a few of the other possessions where different white nationalities lived (South Africa, Botswana, Namibia, Angola)

But all of Mississippi's North American possessions were largely clones of Mississippi. Only in Africa did the Mississippian colonists develop into truly unique cultures. Far away from the influences of Mississippi, often left to their own devices from homeland policies of neglect and a distant hand of control.

His eyebrows rose in surprise. "H-Honestly?" He said, still not able to believe it. "So if we were to have eight kids, we could live in Avadria... and then travel to a Mississippian country for two months a year?" Norin asked, making sure he understood everything correctly.

Then the thought passed his mind that eight was alot, so he decided to throw another chink into the deal. "I can agree to that if we lower the number of kids to six. If you can do that then I will fully be willing to have the wedding here, in a church, and within the the week..." Norin said with a glowing smile.

Helga shook her head, "Seven... Not one less..."

NERDS! Hahahaha!

"Deal" Norin said, offering his hand to make it offcial.

She shook his hand, and then wrapped her arms around him and kissed him. When they were done kissing, she sat back down, "Well Norin, what now? Is your embassy business concluded yet?"

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Almost if on cue, Ambassador Troda appeared in the hall way answering Helga's question for him. "Found the papers Norin..." He said, raising a manilla folder in the air. The Ambassador entered the room and headed for his office, Norin and Helga following.

Norin took a seat in the same chair as before, Helga in the one beside him.

The Ambassador cleared his throat before handing the short stack of papers to Norin. "Here you are Mr. Fallsburg... These papers will make sure you aren't considered a kidnap victim any longer, as well as smooth that whole mess out. As well there are the necessary travel documents required for your stay in a foreign land." He said, gesticulating with his hands.

Norin raised up an empty hand, the ambassador quickly catching on and handing him a pen.

"This shouldn't take too long..." Norin said to Helga with a smile. He proceeded to fill out the forms, a process that only took him twenty or so minutes.

Norin finished the stack, signing his name on the bottom of a document and closed the folder. "Done..." He said, handing the folder back to the ambassador.

"Thank you very much Mr. Troda" Norin said extending his hand across the desk.

The ambassador complied, shaking his hand. "That's what I'm here for..." He said with a chuckle. "If you ever need anything while you're here, don't hesitate." The ambassador said with a friendly tone.

"I won't" Norin said before leaving the office.

They left the room, hardly paying attention to Vanessa, who was 'busy' playing a card game on her computer. Then again though, the Avadrian embassy in Mississippi wasn't very active. The staff was surprisingly laid back than any other embassy workers Norin had ever seen.

"So... what should we do next?" Norin asked Helga when they boarded the elevator.

Helga shrugged, "That's your call I suppose."

An audible ding rang out when the elevator reached the first floor. The doors slid open, revealing the simple lobby. Norin walked out still thinking. "I really couldn't say... Again I'm not too familiar with the place..." As they approached the exit, Norin noticed that guard was checking another couple. The people were older, definately in the later part of their lives. The thought came to Norin that they may have been some sort of religious Avadrian tourists. He didn't know and quire frankly didn't care.

They left through the exit and were now out on the embassy's grounds, the sound of water from the fountain and the noise of the city filling the air. "Well... I suppose I'd like to see some of the city..." Norin suggested, looking across at the front gates.

Helga smiled, "Well, Norin, how would you like to see the Department of Commonwealth Affairs and the Supreme Commonwealth Senate, where all Commonwealth nations send senators to debate issues concerning all commonwealth nations. Also you could see the Czar if you really wanted to."

Norin was surprised that she could manage to get him into such places. As well even grant him an audience with the Czar, whom he of course had seen before, but hardly on a personal basis. "Well... th-that would be wonderful... Are we going to take the helicopter... or go by car?" Norin asked, unsure if everything was nearby or not.

Helga chuckled, "The Czar lives over two hours away by helicopter, and his estate has over ninety thousand guards, two thousand tanks, and thousands of air defense weapons... They've pretty much sealed the estate down for the time being... He owns over one hundred and twenty square miles of land... But he is currently in Jackson City, at the Department of Commonwealth Affairs... We can go see him right now if you'd like..."

bump- I'm still up for a while, watching Terminator 2, so I may make a few replies for a while, but not sure how long or how many... I'm sort of in my "Winding down" for the night mood, about to go to sleep soon.

"Yes Yes, of course..." Norin said, although he was somewhat apprehensive about seeing the Czar. Afterall it was his actions alone that got Avadria put on rouge nation status. Then again though, the Czar agreed to Helga's departure from the meeting in Western Sahara. He just hoped that the Czar would be a fairly good mood.