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Astoria Mansion, Astoria Park, Glyn

The Most Supreme Dictator paced around his new mansion in deep thought. He walked up to a mirror and practiced saying hello. He practiced is laugh and he also practiced his speech. Although the MSD had spoken in front of Majesto countless times, never before have so many important national leaders come to Majesto and met the MSD face-to-face. Although he was looking forward to the day when he could finally open Majesto to the world, he was looking on the day with some fear.

After he got setted down, he selected the menu for the night's dinner banquet. He also ironed out the day's entertainment. The menu would be a choice between a 16oz Efnian Strip Steak, Chicken Marsala, or Scorpion Fish. The day would feature, among other things, military displays, fine music and dancing, and a tours of Astoria Park and the newly constructed government buildins.

1 Police Plaza, Astoria Park, Glyn

As the Most Supreme Dictator prepared for the Glyn banquet, the Majestoian National Police also prepared. They cordoned off Astoria Park and throroughly searched all buildngs and areas that would be open to the delegates.

Police brass also finalized the security procedures for the day. Although the park itself would be closed to general traffic, the south entrance would be the only one open to local traffic. Civilan vehicles [containing delegates] entering the park would need to be inspected by police for explosives and weapons. All vehicles will then be parked in a location away from Astoria Mansion. Commerical vehicles, including trucks and vans, will not be allowed in the park while government officials are at the banquet. Before entering Astoria Mansion, all people, including government officials, will pass through a magnetometer. Lastly, police helicopters will close the airspace above the park to all air traffic. There will be one company of General-Assaulters from the People's Army on location and thirty fighters will be on highest alert.

Secret IC:

Headquarters of Front for a Democratic Majesto

Located in a small, dark, dank basement of a Glyn Apartment, members from the small pro-democracy group, Front for a Democratic Majesto, assembled and discussed their upcoming plans. Although the group consisted of less than fifty members, they were all eager and willing to get Majesto transformed into a democratic state.

Since it was so dark in the basement room, it was impossible to make out the faces of the men but they could be easily understood. "This is our chance to make our message known to the world. Representatives from major regional and international will be in attendence. A voice echoed from the side, "Who and how? The same voice as before answered, he was obviously the brains behind the operation. "I want to take out the Crown Prince of Hamptonshire. It will be better than killing the MSD himself. Everyone knows Hamptonshire and their Crown Prince. There was a laugh. "How the fuck are we going to kill the fucking Crown Prince of Hamptonshire? Jesus Chrirst, are you freaking insane? There's be cops up my ass and around the corner." The boss answered, "Relax man. I'm thinking of either setting up some kind of diversion so we can get a man inside the park. Hell, mabye we should ambush the CP's car on the way to the event." He laughed.

OOC: This has been discussed with Hamptonshire and he agreed on the CP's death. Also, relax. No one else will die or will be injured in this RP except for the CP. Don't let this discourage you from sending someone. This thread is dual purpose, it helps me open my capital city and it also helps me kill the CP. You can sign up to participate in this RP here (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=367260)

The Crown Prince had just finished a speech to the "Businessman's Association of Greater Wessex". He was tired and needed to rest. God damn, this campaign is going to kill me, he thought to himself as his car sped to the airport. He didn't like the idea of leaving Hamptonshire in the middle of such an important event, but his uncle asked him to go as a personal favor.

"It'll do you good, Louis." the Grand Duke said over the phone.

"Uncle, please...I like Majesto, but I can't leave now. Senator Flint has all the charisma of a boiled potato."

"Please, go."

As always, Louis couldn't say no to his uncle. He knew that Reginald Leopold wouldn't be around for very much longer. At age seventy-seven life was starting to catch up to the Grand Duke. His hands would shake, his vision was going, and the sparkle that once consumed his eyes was slowly going out. Louis knew that he had to fight against the Hamptonshire First Policy not only for the future of Hamptonshire, but for the legacy of his uncle. The entire mantle of the House of Pytor-Hampton, the family that has ruled Hamptonshire for a thousand years, rested solely on Crown Prince Louis Cessar's shoulders.

As the Crown Prince's car pulled onto the tarmac, he looked around. When he got out of his car he paused, closed his eyes, and just listened to the wind blowing. As he boarded the plane something inside of him forced him to look on last time at the landscape.

As the plan lifted off a feeling of uneasiness came over the Crown Prince. He just dismissed it as 'banquet jitters'.

(A 747 High in the Sky)

Ambassador Alexej Brezhnecov. A new man in the Foreign Ministry and anxious to get promoted. He was 33, young for the Ministry. He had a western look to him, though he was Russian of course. He was wearing the standard suit that came with the Foreign Ministry, I mean, it was a Banquet might as well look good.

But even though he looked good, he was nervous. Important leaders, royalty was coming. And who was this? A small Ambassador in a beureaucracy of Ambassadors in a Socialist nation. But it still didn't matter, any wrong move he made and it would be blamed on the Island. So now, he had to watch his mouth and his head.

"My God..." He said. He looked at the laptop on his lap, it was a Dell, though I don't know the specific name. "Royalty, national leaders, and other important people. Oy..."

He looked at Majesto's profile in his computer.



The Autocratic Collective of Majesto is a massive, safe nation, renowned for its punitive income tax rates. Its compassionate, cynical population of 1.585 billion are ruled by a mostly-benevolent dictator, who grants the populace the freedom to live their own lives but watches carefully for anyone to slip up.

It is difficult to tell where the omnipresent, corrupt government stops and the rest of society begins, but it juggles the competing demands of Law & Order, Education, and Social Equality. The average income tax rate is 100%. A powerhouse of a private sector is led by the Uranium Mining industry, followed by Book Publishing and Beef-Based Agriculture.

Same-sex marriages are increasingly common, cars are banned from built-up areas, the latest Harry Potter book is a bestseller, and the government is seen to favor Catholics. Crime -- especially youth-related -- is totally unknown, thanks to the all-pervasive police force and progressive social policies in education and welfare. Majesto's national animal is the Kitty Kat, which is also the nation's favorite main course, and its currency is the Majo.

(Region: The New Commonwealth) (UN Member: Yes) (UN Delegate: Yes) (Threat to TIoR: Unknown)

Alexej gulped. "Oooh, dictator... well, at least I have a minimal chance of getting shot." He chuckled, and then he shrugged. "Ah... I wonder when we'll get there..."

He looked his window, a blank expression on his face as he laid his head on the window. A smear. "Gah... sunny day..." He went back to Majesto's profile. He closed the window and went back to doing important things.

((OOC: All right Majesto, start seeing the Rosian plane))

TAG, will post later.

The Xavio jet flew out of the airport, its passenger the High Councilor of Phoenixius. It was the first time that the High Councilor had been out of the country since entering power, but the fact that Majesto was in the same region as Phoenixius helped calm him. The flight would only take a few short hours, thanks to the short distance between the two nations, plus the capabilities of the jet he flew in.

That meant that he had to read up on all those leaders that were coming, in a short amount of time. One name stood out, and that was of the Crown Prince of Hamptonshire. Though not having any direct contact with him, the High Councilor had heard a lot about him.

IMPERIAL AIRBASE OUTSIDE IMPERIA CITY. 0800 HOURS
A convoy of three limousines and four vans, escorted by eight black Lincoln Navigator jeeps drove to the airport. Guards on the compound gates saluted as the convoy drove by. The convoy stopped near the imperial B747. A red carpet was laid between the limousine and 747, and praetorian guard troopers in full parade uniforms were standing next to the carpet.

A praetorian opened the door of limousine, and Emperor Martinus and his wife Empress Juliana stepped out. From the other limos stepped out high minister of foreign affairs Scorpius Braca, minister of foreign trade Angelus Summers and minister of administration of imperial court Antonius Clavonius. The Imperial couple walked to the airplane, and bodyguards and the ministers followed. After that ,various servants exited the vans and walked inside the plane. The plane drove to the runway and took off, escorted by four NIRAF(New Imperial Roman Air Force)F-22 fighters

General Pociengel, General Vien, General Scherf, and General Rosenthal all decided to meet in 133733 Mc 1337 1337 and head to Majesto from there. The four generals all got into their fully equiped Raysian Su-37-1820 E-Type VTOL dogfighters (they were all piolts for at least 5 years) and they flew off in Delta formation hoping to be able to land at the park to both show off like leaders on the 1337 3mpir3 like to do, to give them the quickest way to leave, and help fight if anything came up...they're all well prepared if not they'd stop at the airbase and get a ride from someone.

Astoria Mansion, Astoria Park, Glyn

As the hour grew closer to banquet time, the MSD looked at his watch and called Air Traffic Control and told them to deliver the following message to the planes of arriving delegates:

You have now entered Majestoian airspace. Welcome to the Autocratic Collective. It is asked that all foreign fighter planes back off and remain outside of of our airspace. Momentarily, a single Majestoian F-32 will appear to your rear to ensure that you safely reach Glyn. As you draw closer to the Auocratic Airfield in Glyn, you will be contacted again and will be given clearance to land.

Upon landing, there will be a Majestoian limousine waiting for you if you are in need of transportation. However, you will be escorted by police for the duration of the ride regardless of mode of transportation. Thank you for visiting Majesto and enjoy your stay.

[OOC: I think we can safely skip to your leaders in their limousines now. It'll help speed things up a little bit.]

Alexej Brezhnecov was safely in his Rosian Limosioune, there was no Embassy in Majesto so he actually had to stay in a hotel. How tacky. He looked outside at the beautiful buildings the park. And then his laptop, Majesto's profile was still on his laptop. He was going to meet a man that could kill him if he does one wrong move.

After a few minutes, the Limosioune arrived at the park, the door opened, and Alexej Brezhnecov stepped off to see the crowd.

"Hello Majesto..."

"Your Highness, here are some late edition newspapers fresh off the wire." an aide handed the Crown Prince a small stack of papers with newly published articles concerning the ever intensifing campaign in Hamptonshire.

Taking the papers in one hand, the Crown Prince gathered up what few belongings he brought with him. He was stopped by a military aide. "Sir, we'll take that. You just have wear your protection." The military aide was referring to the heavy bullet proof military uniform that was custom made for him. Whenever he attended public events he was forced to wear the heavy uniform as well as a very large grey cape, also bullet proof, weighing nearly sixty pounds.

After struggling with his bulky protective garments he was ready to leave the plane. Since high-level Hamptonian officials frequently traveled to Majesto, an entire motorcade was stored at the Hamptonian Embassy. Four identical armored black limousines acted both as decoys and as transportation for the entire staff. Ten armored SUVs carrying embassy security personnel, Royal Marines, and in the case of the Crown Prince's Motorcade, Omega Guards. In this instance the Majestoians would provide five police cruisers as a escort force.

When the plane's door openned, four elite Omega Guardsmen rushed out to open the door of one of the waiting limosines. Surrounded by security personnel, the Crown Prince was quickly rushed into the waiting vehicle. His staff quickly filled the remaining vehicles in the motorcade. The Crown Prince settled in and began to read his news reports as the motorcade made its way out of the airport.

Since the Majestoians wouldn't close the highway the SUVs formed a protective multi-lane box around the four armored limosines carrying the Crown Prince and his staff. Even though his security personnel hated being on the highway, the Crown Prince liked it. He found highways to be oddly comforting.

Ellias Aubec leaned back in his limousine - it was wierd being out of the country officially, but he was enjoying it. People were deferential to him, and gave him all the attention that was part of being a head of state. He was glad he had his head diplomat here bring along his motorcade rather than use the Majestoian supplied one. The limousine entered the highway, following a large motorcade with several SUV's running guard.

Astoria Mansion, Astoria Park, Glyn

The MSD had just finished putting his suit on when an aide walked in to the room, "Dan? The delegate from the Island of Rose is here now." The MSD was looking into a mirror when he got the message - he closed his eyes. His palms became sweaty and he had to unbutton the top button and loosen his tie. The MSD walked down the stairs and out to the front of the Mansion to meet his first guest for the day.

As he walked over to shake the delegate's hand, his mind went blank. He mumbled to himself as he saw the delegate, "Oh fuck, I forgot his name. Bretscovia, Bretskovlia, Bratscolf, oh Jesus why me?" He smiled sweetly at the delegate and firmly shook his hand and again realized that his palms were sweaty. "Hi there, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Brets... Brets... Brestcoff? I'm so sorry. Well anyhow, let's go over to the magnetometers and check you out. We can't have any weapons now, don't want anyone to get hurt." The MSD let out a chuckle. "Tell me, how was your plane ride?"

The M1, Oustside the Airport

A small group of five men from "Front for a Democratic Majesto" were quietly waiting in the back of a white panel van alongside the highway. They had put a special police sticker on the van to designate it as not abandoned so they wouldn't be bothered. The driver of the van was a buff man in his early 30s with dark hair. After about a half hour of waiting, someone from inside the van spoke up, "Here, I can see the cops coming down the highway now." The driver started up the van and prepared to pull out into traffic when the motorcade passed in a blur. "Oh Lord, there must be a whole convoy there." As they sped up and tried to get along side the motordade, a police car quickly swerved over into their lane and tapped the brakes. When the van moved over a lane, the cruiser moved over a lane. They were effectivly stuck behind it, helpless. THe driver spoke up, "Bah! We'll need to do this later. I hope security isn't this tight all day."

Ellia Aubec leaned back in his limousine - it was wierd being out of the country officially, but he was enjoying it. People were deferential to him, and gave him all the attention that was part of being a head of state. He was glad he had his head diplomat here bring along his motorcade rather than use the Majestoian supplied one. The limousine entered the highway, following a large motorcade with several SUV's running guard.
As the MSD was talking with the delegate from TIoR, another aide walked over and interuppted the MSD. "I'm terribly sorry Sir. We have word that the High Councillor from Phoenixius is enroute to the Park right now. He's arrived in Majesto safely." The MSD nodded to the aide and apologized to the Rosian (Right?) as they continued twoards the magentometers.

Astoria Mansion, Astoria Park, Glyn

The MSD had just finished putting his suit on when an aide walked in to the room, "Dan? The delegate from the Island of Rose is here now." The MSD was looking into a mirror when he got the message - he closed his eyes. His palms became sweaty and he had to unbutton the top button and loosen his tie. The MSD walked down the stairs and out to the front of the Mansion to meet his first guest for the day.

As he walked over to shake the delegate's hand, his mind went blank. He mumbled to himself as he saw the delegate, "Oh fuck, I forgot his name. Bretscovia, Bretskovlia, Bratscolf, oh Jesus why me?" He smiled sweetly at the delegate and firmly shook his hand and again realized that his palms were sweaty. "Hi there, it's a pleasure to meet you, Mister Brets... Brets... Brestcoff? I'm so sorry. Well anyhow, let's go over to the magnetometers and check you out. We can't have any weapons now, don't want anyone to get hurt." The MSD let out a chuckle. "Tell me, how was your plane ride?"

Alexej chuckled. "Alexej Brezhnecov good sir." He went over to magnetometers and let out a laugh. "Usually Rosian delegates come with weapons, but we didn't this time." He sighed in his own head. Wow, I guess not all Dictators are heartless whores. Eh... He thought.

He took a deep breath. "Reminds me of the Island. It's all so clean and amazing. We use nuclear power, do you?" He chuckled. "I bet you do. Anyway, the Capital looks beautiful and I hope we get to see it on the way more. But I need to talk to you about something more important soon."

Alexej chuckled. "Alexej Brezhnecov good sir." He went over to magnetometers and let out a laugh. "Usually Rosian delegates come with weapons, but we didn't this time." He sighed in his own head. Wow, I guess not all Dictators are heartless whores. Eh... He thought.

He took a deep breath. "Reminds me of the Island. It's all so clean and amazing. We use nuclear power, do you?" He chuckled. "I bet you do. Anyway, the Capital looks beautiful and I hope we get to see it on the way more. But I need to talk to you about something more important soon."
"Alex-Ja Brez-Ke-Nov... Brez-Ke-Nov... Brezhnecov." The Rosian Delegate walked through the magnetometer without a problem. "Ah, that's wonderful... As a matter of fact, we do use nuclear power. One of my biggest industries is Uranum Mining. You see,I didn't want to build oodles of nuclear weapons so I decided to make the switch to nuclear power to keep our Uranium industry strong. However, our clean air can also be attributed to mass transit. If you ever take a trip into a city, you'll notice that there are a lot of pedestrian areas and bus lanes." They walked into a sitting room with a fireplace. "I think we should wait here for the rest of the delegates. Take your shoes off, make yourself at home. Would you like a drink?"

Apart from a few nonconsequential cars coming a bit too close to the Crown Prince's Motorcade, the trip down the highway was smooth and fairly relaxing. Louis was able to catch up on the daily news reports and his staff brushed up on the profiles of the other attending VIPs.

The limo's driver came over the car's communication system: "Sir, we'll be at the park within moments."

Major Herbert Jameston, the Crown Prince's Chief of Security, went over a few final details with his boss. "Highness, Captain Witcomb and I will be coming in with you. We'll be unarmed, save for a few composite protective devices. The rest of the security team will be outside of the Park...just in case."

"There's no need to worry Major," the Crown Prince said as the car came to a stop, "I've been to Majesto dozens of times before without so much as a hint of trouble. Why would anything happen now?"

"Alex-Ja Brez-Ke-Nov... Brez-Ke-Nov... Brezhnecov." The Rosian Delegate walked through the magnetometer without a problem. "Ah, that's wonderful... As a matter of fact, we do use nuclear power. One of my biggest industries is Uranum Mining. You see,I didn't want to build oodles of nuclear weapons so I decided to make the switch to nuclear power to keep our Uranium industry strong. However, our clean air can also be attributed to mass transit. If you ever take a trip into a city, you'll notice that there are a lot of pedestrian areas and bus lanes." They walked into a sitting room with a fireplace. "I think we should wait here for the rest of the delegates. Take your shoes off, make yourself at home. Would you like a drink?"

Alexej sat down, of course he didn't really take off hsi shoes it's rather rude. "We don't have public transit per se, we have free cars." He grinned as images of SUVs with machine guns came to mind. "Free cars and dangerous roads. Those things are armed to the teeth. So usually driving on a Rosian road is an adventure, that's why most people walk." He sighed. "Well, since we're here, I guess I might as well bring something up. You're the Delegate of The New Commonwealth, Sergei is Consul of The New Roman Empire. Most of our allied nations are in your region." He cleared his throat. "So I propose we have some sort of alliance...."

The Phoenixius convoy pulls into the park, stopping at the check point on the perimiter of the park. Ellias Aubec gets ou, and walks toward the magnetometers. "Nice to stretch our legs after that long journey, hey?" Ellias asks one of his guards - they had been close friends for years now.

The High Councillor and his guards pass through the weapon check with no incident, and carry on towards where the banquet was being set, guided by a Majestoian aide.

"Well you see, Alexej... Do you mind if I call you that? You can call me Dan or MSD, whichever you prefer. I think formality is really too overrated sometimes. You need to be laid back and go with the flow. Anyhow, sorry. An alliance? Well, I mean, I can't see why not. But there is one problem. The New Commonwealth is chock full of buerocracy and government. I'll be sure to put in a good word for you but you'll really need to discuss this further with the Crown Prince or the rep from Tenarius. I wish I could help you more, sorry."

An aide walked in with the High Councilor from Phoenixius, Ellias Aubec. "Oh, wow! Hello High Councillor, it's nice to see you. Allow me to do some introductions, I'm the MSD and this is Alexej, the ambassador from the Island of Rose." The MSD looked out the window. "Is that the pope? What the fuck?", obviously refering to the size of the convoy. An aide quickly whispered in his ear. "Pardon me. Let's go out and meet the Crown Prince now, it looks like he's arrived."

Alexej nodded. "Of course. Sergei hasn't even run this through the Roman Senate yet. We're just doing this in advance. Buerocracy is annoying really. We had two Consuls, one for war and one for Internal Affairs. It was so complicated we settled for one."

He chuckled. "Yes of course you can call me Alexej, Rosians hate formal events really, ask the Crown Prince." He let out a smirk. Rosian-Hamptonian relations were good, but their culture could be no farther apart. "I guess we'll wait then."

He shook the High Chancellor's hand. "Hello sir. I hope we can all enjoy ourselves." He stood up. "Yes let us meet the Crown Prince!"

"Alright, sir. You can come out." the Major said as he stuck his head into the limo.

Straightening his cape and brushing back his hair, Crown Prince Louis Cessar (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v114/hamptonshire/art03c_big.gif) slowly came out of his armored car. Like a flash of lightening, fifty armed Royal Marines and Omega Guardsmen rushed to form a circle completely around the Crown Prince. Even though he had to walk no more than eighty feet to reach the magnetometer station, law dictated that he always needed to be under the maximum protection possible.

As the cloud of armed men slowly walked toward the edge of the park the Crown Prince and his two senior bodyguards prepare themselves for what is to come.

Alexej, its so nice to meet you. I hope you don't mind me calling you that. I hope we can get to know each other quite well. Ellias shakes Alexej's hand. I would ery much like to meet this Crown Prince, as I've never met him in person before.

The MSD walked out with the Phoenixian and the Rosian and walked up to the ring of security around the Crown Prince. The guards never moved. The MSD scratched his head for a second and looked a little confused. "Um... Do you mind?" No one moved. "Hey stupid." The MSD laughed, but the guard, who was armed with a HR-42 SABR assault rifle, blinked and cringed for a second. The ambassadors, which were right behind the MSD, looked at eachother with a sense of fear. "Aww come on Louis, this really isn't helping things. Louis? I can't even see you. Come on, come out. We don't bite." The MSD lauged. "Oh hey there Dan, sorry. Ok guys, it's all right. You can let me out now."

The army of security parted and the Crown Prince walked out. They shook hands and huged eachother. "Don't you get claustrophobia in there? Sheesh. Look, it's a pleasure to see you Louis. It's been a little while, you're looking a little worn out - you should be like me really. It's great not having to campaign for office. Everyone seemsed to chuckle at the comment. "Ok, gee... Allow me to introduce you to everyone here so far. This is High Councillor Ellias Aubec from Phoenixius and this here is Ambassador Alexej "I have a really, really long last name" from the Island of Rose." Handshakes were exchanged all around.

The group exchange more introductions as they moved over to the magentometer station. "Ok Louis, knowing you, you've probably got a whole armory inside that goddam cape." He then looked over at the two guards, "They probably have bazookas in their back pockets. Come on, take them all out and go through."

Alexej chuckled. "It's Brezchnecov. It's not hard, Bresh-ne-cov. Okay?"

He looked at the heavily armed guards and laughed at the irony. "Geez, aren't you supposed to trust foreigners?"

He walked up to the biggest guard there was. He looked up at the man and scoffed. "Our Rosians are better."

He looked at the MSD. "I think they have bazookas in their bazookas."

The Crown Prince looked grimly at the MSD. His eyes were set in a cold stare and his mouth was firmly closed. Very quickly, though, Louis broke into laughter.

"It's been too long my friend." he warmly said to Daniel. Leaning in he whispered "Don't even start with me about the guards. If it wasn't for my uncle's wishes I would have come alone."

The Crown Prince quickly dismissed all but his two senior bodyguards which at this point have given their weapons over to the now dismissed guards. The two Omega Guardsmen submitted themselves to the security scans while the Crown Prince introduced himself to the other VIPs.

Turning to two men, the Crown Prince bowed, swept his cape backward, and stared 'laying it on thick'. While most Hamptonians were stuffy and ultra-conservative, the Royal Family was almost notoriously moderate and easy going.

Warmly reaching out to both men he says: "Ambassador Brezchnecov, High Chancellor Aubec, it's a pleasure to meet you.

It's a shame that I haven't been able to meet you before now. I hope you can forgive me for the guards. The Grand Duke is always concerned for my safety and the Royal Senate has found it 'proper' to place me under an ever increasing security shield."

The Crown Prince then began the process of going through the security scans.

"Welcome Crown Prince, its a pleasure meeting you. Seems like all us national leaders prefer things laid back, which is fine by me.

Alexej walked up to the Crown Prince and shook his hand. "I hope relations between our nations prosper." He scoffed. "Let's just ignore the fact that we couldn't be farther apart."

Alexej walked up to the Crown Prince and shook his hand. "I hope relations between our nations prosper." He scoffed. "Let's just ignore the fact that we couldn't be farther apart."

Still going through the scanning process, the Crown Prince returns the handshake.

"Our two nations have a relationship built on a solid foundation of trust and friendship. The specifics of our relative societies only add to the 'special' nature of our friendship.

On a slightly personal note, I would like to visit The Island of Rose. I've always wanted to see your homeland."

((OOC: I want him to visit it too, but he's going to die!))

Alexej chuckled. "I hope you enjoy. If you come you need to loosen up of course, Hamptonians always seem to hate he trip. Or at least that's what rumor says."

He looked over at the Crown Prince's guards. "Do you have a tank too?"

((OOC: I want him to visit it too, but he's going to die!))

Alexej chuckled. "I hope you enjoy. If you come you need to loosen up of course, Hamptonians always seem to hate he trip. Or at least that's what rumor says."

He looked over at the Crown Prince's guards. "Do you have a tank too?"

"It's one of life's great ironies that those Hamptonians that your Government would know of are the most conservative and xenophobic people Hamptonshire has to offer.

I'm sure I would have the time of my life visiting your fine nation."

The Crown Prince laughed at the Ambassador's question, "No, no...but you should see my uncle's security detail. He practically carries a batallion with him to go to the bathroom."

"It's one of life's great ironies that those Hamptonians that your Government would know of are the most conservative and xenophobic people Hamptonshire has to offer.

I'm sure I would have the time of my life visiting your fine nation."

The Crown Prince laughed at the Ambassador's question, "No, no...but you should see my uncle's security detail. He practically carries a batallion with him to go to the bathroom."

Alexej rolled his eyes. "Wow, and the Hamptonians like xenophobics? That is ironic."

He chuckled. "If you do visit my nation, I hope you're used to the nudist beaches. It scares off the Hamptonians usually."

He raised his brow. "A batallion? Hell, Rosians rarely come with guards, not even the President. That's some paranoia."

Alexej rolled his eyes. "Wow, and the Hamptonians like xenophobics? That is ironic."

He chuckled. "If you do visit my nation, I hope you're used to the nudist beaches. It scares off the Hamptonians usually."

He raised his brow. "A batallion? Hell, Rosians rarely come with guards, not even the President. That's some paranoia."

"I've seen my share of nude people. I was in the Royal Army, I rose to the rank of Field Marshal. If I can shower with three hundred other men and women on the battlefield, I can handle people on a nude beach."

The Crown Prince was becoming a little upset with the length of the security scan, "The Grand Duke is under the tightest security possible. He has a 20-foot exclusion zone around him at all times, three divisions of highly trained assault troops to protect him, and enough hardware to supply an invasion force. Hamptonians value security and order.

The safety of the Homeland and of the Grand Duke come before all else."

As the Crown Prince reached the end of the scanning process, Louis and his guards had to walk through the magnetometer. "Ok you two. Hold on a second. Louis, come right on through." The MSD then looked at the guards, "You guys need to go through as well." As the Crown Prince walked through, the MSD smiled, "Alright Louis, let's go have a drink." However, a Police Officer stationed at the magnetometer spoke up, "I'm sorry sir, the Crown Prince has set off the magnetometer." The MSD looked puzzled, "No... This must be a mistake. Louis, walk through again." Again, the little light flashed on the magnetometer. "Ok Louis, take the tank out of your back pocket please." The MSD rolled his eyes.

Alexej gasped. "My God! Three Divisions?! They are paranoid."

He laughed as the magnetometer went off. "Well... somebody's armed to the teeth."

"Daniel," the Crown Prince laughed, "it's only my body vest."

The Crown Prince unbuttoned his outer jacket and removed several fasteners from the inner body armor covering. He openned up a velco pouch showing an armor insert.

"It's a steel sandwiched between two layers of ceramic ballistic tile. It covers both my back and front. It provides me with protection from a wide variety of assault rifles."

He cleared his throat. "If you want...you can have one of your security agents 'pat me down' for weapons."

Just as the Crown Prince finished his offer, Major Jameston made his way over to the Prince. He certain did not like the idea of a foreigner touching the next Grand Duke of Hamptonshire. Crown Prince Louis noticed the displeasure of the Major and with a slight hand gesture, he waved him off.

The MSD walked over to the Crown Prince and felt his armor. "Wow Louis, this thing has to be at least two inches thick. God, this must have cost a fortune." He then ran his hands over cape, "I don't believe it, this thing weighs a ton. You sure do go to the extreme about these sorts of things." The MSD closed his eyes for a second, "Pat you down? Oh, I don't know. Eh, we've known each other long enough. Let me ask you straight out, do you have any weapons on you? And then let me take a peek inside of your mini tank and see. I think that should suffice, we're all good friends here."

Refering to his uncle, the Grand Duke, Louis opens up his cape and vest for inspection. "Reginald doesn't skimp when it comes to protecting his family."

"I don't have any weapons with me. That is unless you call my disarming wit and intellect a deadly weapon."

Louis openned up his outer jacket, a "simple' Royal Army dress uniform jacket, and brushed aside his heavy cape to allow the security personnel to perform a very detailed visual inspection.

"Alright, come on Louis, enough of this." The MSD ushered the group back to the sitting room. "Would anyone like a drink while we wait for the rest of guests to arrive?" I have some pretty nice stuff you know," he said while pointing to tbe bar over in the corner. The MSD looked at the Crown Prince, "Are you going to wear that stupid dress all day Louis? You're making me very uncomfortable with that on. Jesus, we're not even outside."

And so abit of Rosian wit came out. "Humor them. Make them feel important, I don't know why you need to wear the cape, unless you have a subconcious problem with yourself."

He chuckled at his own joke. "I jest."

"I'll take an iced tea." the Crown Prince said as he entered the room.

"I'm fine Daniel. I'll take off the cape while I'm inside, but since I'd have to take off my uniform to remove my body armor, it'll stay on."

With great care Louis removed the cape. It was very awkward and it required him to side step out of it. After taking the cape off he noticed a coat rack in the corner of the room. He walked over, luging the sixty pound lump of armor, and placed the cape on the rack.

With all that weight off his shoulder, he walked back to his three other VIPs with a bounce in his step.

"Ambassador Brezchnecov, may I ask when President Sergei will grace Hamptonshire with a visit? The Grand Duke..." in the middle of his sentence the coat rack holding his cape fell. The cape made a loud *thud* when it hit the floor.

Alexej shrugged. "I'm sure the great President Sergei" He said this with a bit of sarcasm. "Will visit you soon, he is busy with regional affairs. We're setting up an entire Regional Armed Forces which you should hear of very soon." He stretched his arms as he saw the cape fall. "Hm, somebody's got a hard on."

"Looks like your cape could hold itself up, Louis! I'll take a capuccino please, extra chocolate thanks. Seems we are a bit early, or are the other delegates late?" The High Councillor goes over to the destroyed coat rack, takes a quick look, and then places hs coat on the back of a neaarby chair. "Shoddy workmanship there MSD, you should get some new contractors for your furniture."

"I'll take an iced tea." the Crown Prince said as he entered the room.

"I'm fine Daniel. I'll take off the cape while I'm inside, but since I'd have to take off my uniform to remove my body armor, it'll stay on."

With great care Louis removed the cape. It was very awkward and it required him to side step out of it. After taking the cape off he noticed a coat rack in the corner of the room. He walked over, luging the sixty pound lump of armor, and placed the cape on the rack.

With all that weight off his shoulder, he walked back to his three other VIPs with a bounce in his step.

"Ambassador Brezchnecov, may I ask when President Sergei will grace Hamptonshire with a visit? The Grand Duke..." in the middle of his sentence the coat rack holding his cape fell. The cape made a loud *thud* when it hit the floor.
The MSD walked over to the coat rack and kicked the cape, which still hadn't lost its shape. "Ouch. Heh, well, there's goes the coat rack. I'll just throw it on a chair." The MSD went to throw the cape over this shouder to put it on a chair. However, it wasn't going as planned. "Gee, this is pretty heavy." He called over two of his servants who gave him a hand to carry it over. "Alright guys, I need to go make a few phone calls. I think I should go and see where everyone else is. If they're running very late, we'll just start the day without them. I'll be right back. If you need anything, the bar is over there in the corner, you can all help yourslef. A servant will probably come around in a few minutes with some munchies in case you're hungry. If you need anything else, feel free to ask a servant." The MSD walked snapped his fingers and walked out of the room.

[OOC: I need to go as well ;). Hopefully, everyone else will arrive soon so we can get down to the nitty grity.]

With slight embarassment, the Crown Prince watched as the cape was moved. "Alright Daniel."

He returned to his previous conversation, "Excuse me?"

The four General's landed simoultaniously on the runway all the while keeping in formation. The General's head toward the limo and hop in. "AHHH...luxury." "Where's the bowling alley?" "Let's go...I heard there's a bar" all Generals "A BAR!!! DRIVER DOUBLE TIME!"

With slight embarassment, the Crown Prince watched as the cape was moved. "Alright Daniel."

He returned to his previous conversation, "Excuse me?"

Alexej repeated his statement. "Your cape, it's hard. What did you think I was saying?" He laughed. "As I was saying, Sergei is pushing for a Regional Defense System. I'm sure you'll hear about it in a few months when it is completed." He looked as the MSD left. "Don't you love those incredibly long names that just increase your ego?"

Alexej repeated his statement. "Your cape, it's hard. What did you think I was saying?" He laughed. "As I was saying, Sergei is pushing for a Regional Defense System. I'm sure you'll hear about it in a few months when it is completed." He looked as the MSD left. "Don't you love those incredibly long names that just increase your ego?"

The Crown Prince decided to ignore what just happened. He continued on-
"The Government of Hamptonshire and the Regional Government of the New Commonwealth will be looking forward to hearing more about your regional defense system. Perhaps you would like to tour some of the Commonwealth Defense Network (CDeN), the NC's regional defense system. It's been around for decades and has cost hundreds of billions if not trillions to build, with construction still continuing.

Once the MSD left the room, he continued, "I love them. My official title with all my Royal Armed Forces ranks and noble titles contains over five hundred letters, but I like to be simple. When I was Prime Minister, I was called Prime Minister. When I was forced out of office I went back to being called Crown Prince." He sighed, "'Tis the nature of politics."

Alexej chuckled. "Hell, that's where we got the idea. Of course this has to be passed by the Roman Senate. And it will be a small force stationed in Nova Roma, the capital of the region."

He raised his brow. "Five hundred letters? Hm, the President's current name is, President of The Island of Rose, Executive Power of The Rosian Government, and Consul of The New Roman Empire. Shorter, but long." He chuckled. "But we call him Mr. President." He shrugged. "Politics, don't remind me. Rosian politics are becoming insane. the Red Party and Corporate Party are starting to agree on more issues everyday and the Fascist and Militant Communist Party are getting friendlier with each other."

He shrugged again. "Bah, politics."

"I would love to give you a tour of the CDeN facilities - my nation was instrumental in the design and construction of it, so we know pretty much all about it. Not to boast. We have even recently installed a defence system to take out super-heavy dreadnaughts, like the Doujin-class ship. Ellias takes a sip of his drinnk that was handed to him by a servant. "We in Phoenixius like to keep things short and sweet, so no long and fancy titles for us, just High Councillor for me."

Alexej chuckled. "Hell, that's where we got the idea. Of course this has to be passed by the Roman Senate. And it will be a small force stationed in Nova Roma, the capital of the region."

He raised his brow. "Five hundred letters? Hm, the President's current name is, President of The Island of Rose, Executive Power of The Rosian Government, and Consul of The New Roman Empire. Shorter, but long." He chuckled. "But we call him Mr. President." He shrugged. "Politics, don't remind me. Rosian politics are becoming insane. the Red Party and Corporate Party are starting to agree on more issues everyday and the Fascist and Militant Communist Party are getting friendlier with each other."

He shrugged again. "Bah, politics."

"You want to talk politics, you don't even know about strange bed fellows. The Nationalist Union and Republic Party have joined to form a near ultra-nationalist, militarist, xenophobic coalition. The odd thing is that the Nationalist Union supports a monarch with near dictatorial powers while the Republic Party supports a limited, and in cases a non-existant, monarchy.

The moderates have joined together but their leaders have all the charisma of a bar of soap. If it wasn't for my broad public support, the Central Coalition and People's Front would be steamrolled by NURP at every term."

He paused, "The NC has also formed a Regional Security and Compliance Force, which Hamptonshire heads. Perhaps you can also adapt that for your region."

Alexej shrugged. "Yikes. That is bad. Thank God the Feudal stage of our History passed." He chuckled. "Ah charisma. Sergei has it, Robert has it, the Major has it, hell even Adolf has it." He was obviously talking about the party leaders.

He raised his brow. "No thank you. We're planning for 100,000 men, 50 ships, and two fighter wings as our Regional Army." He chuckled. "Small, but they'll be well trained and will just be used as a Quick Reaction Force."

He shrugged as he heard the High Chancellor's remark. "Bah, Doujins. Dreadnaughts are overrated. Carriers are the future, but these bastards rely on their massive guns." He scoffed. "Ha! Doujins... then again, I only studied Naval Tactics in my University."

"I share you views - I personally prefer smaller, more compact ships for our fleets, hence why our largest carrier holds only 30 aircraft. It allows for us to get very close to the shore, increasin the range of our aircraft." Ellias turns to the Crown Prince, "Do we actually have any units in the RSCF yet? I don't think we have at the moment."

"I share you views - I personally prefer smaller, more compact ships for our fleets, hence why our largest carrier holds only 30 aircraft. It allows for us to get very close to the shore, increasin the range of our aircraft." Ellias turns to the Crown Prince, "Do we actually have any units in the RSCF yet? I don't think we have at the moment."

"At the moment the RSCF itself only has two squadrons of Royal Navy surplus F-40s and three decommissioned Stalwart Class Frigates. However, due to the current crisis in Praetonia several hundred naval warships, airplanes, and tens of thousands of ground personnel have been pressed into the service of the RSCF.

The RSCF won't get off the ground as an independent force until the Department of Revenue gets us our money."

Looking around for a servant, he spots one: "Can I get my iced tea now?"

He looked at the servant. "And some milk for me."

Alexej looked over at the Crown Prince. "Department of Revenue? Damn, that's some regional bureaucracy you have there. I mean, we had two Consuls, one for war and one for internal affairs, Sergei was the second." He chuckled. "The Consul of War, Shessara, behaved bad as in, did not listen to Halladi law. After an extensive trial in Shessara's land, he was found innocent." He sighed. "Even though there was an insane amount of evidence against him." He chuckled. "So the two Consul system was removed and here we are. Now Sergei's trying to get every regional member in the Senate."

He yawned. "Bah. Even stranger, we're in the middle of the Med."

Queen Sarah III was not in a good mood. A freak snowstorm had grounded all planes at the palace's personal airport, and she had been forced to drive way out of the way to reach an open airfield. The accomodations had been less than pleasant, but at least she would arrive soon, better late than never.

A light clicked on overhead as the plane came to a full stop. The doors hissed open and the dozen Royal Guards stood. Each wore suits of ultra-heavy RM-19 Templar Armoured Suits, and loosely held an R-38 Assault Rifle. She had insisted that the security precautions were unnecessary, but her Aide, Minister Nakumo, had insisted.

Standing up, she exited the plane; it was rather bright compared to Tenarius--which was continually covered in dark clouds and pattering rain--but it had a cheery atmosphere. Quickly the Queen made her way to the motorcade waiting, hoping she wasn't as late as she felt. She got into one of the two limos waiting, hoping she wouldn't be too late.

Shortly after, the motorcade hummed to life and departed, heading for the arranged Banquet. Sarah made sure she looked presentable; she had chosen a moderately elaborate green dress for the ocassion. It was trimmed with gold thread, but besides that it was not too blatantly upper class. She also wore a pair of white gloves; they made her feel somewhat tacky, but they were comfortable and she was not overly concerned with her appearance at the moment.

"Your Majesty?" a voice interrupted her. She jumped, completely failing to notice the three men in dark suits sitting across from her.

One of them leaned forward, smiling slightly. Dark sunglasses covered their eyes, and each one had a simple, hard to detect earpiece. She also noticed the slight lump under their jackets, the telltale sign of a hidden firearm, probably an R-7 9mm semi-automatic.

"What are you doing here?" She demanded, frustrated by their sudden appearance.

"My name is Colonel Seimi, I have been placed in charge of your security, and the three of us shall be serving as your bodyguards." The middle one said.

The Queen shook her head in despair. "Nakumo must be pretty paranoid to send the MIB's to protect me. I've gone on trips to other nations before Seimi, why are you here all of a sudden?"

The Colonel smiled slightly, shrugging disarmingly. "I just follow my orders your Majesty, I don't ask questions about why I am protecting the most valuable monarch since the days of Nuriko I and Neikun VI."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "You mean that you think I'm getting weak and incompetant in my old age? It has been almost 50 years since I was crowned Queen, since my mother died. You don't see me withering up yet, do you?" she demanded.

Seimi shrugged innocently and leaned back, his smile having faded into an emotionless frown. "No your Majesty, I do not."

The Queen sighed and looked out the tinted window. It was far from the truth, despite the old age of 65 she continued to serve her nation faithfully. She had led them through the Kalish Freedom War, she had led them into the New Commonwealth. Her body had slowly began to age under the influence of stress, but she still remained healthier than most people her age, and intended on fighting for as long as she could.

They were making good time, it wouldn't be long before she arrived at the park. Smiling slightly, she triple checked her appearance; it wouldn't do to give important members of the region a bad first impression.

OOC: BUMP, did I kill this thread? =(

The motorcade carrying NIR delegation drove from the airport to the park. The motorcade was composed of five limousines, ten SUV's and six vans, all armored.

The MSD walked back in a few minutes later. "My apologies there guys. I had to make a few phone calls to the rest of our guests. Let me give you all a run down. Queen Sarah got stuck in a storm, but she's on her way to the park now. The crew from New Imperial Rome in on the highway now and the 1337 Generals are somewhere on the highway. All I could hear was squealing tires. Heh." The MSD walked over to the bar and picked up a lemon-lime soda. "Well look, I don't feel like waiting around for them all day. I think we should start the day's events soon. Where would we all like to go first?"

Down the street from Astoria Park

The five men sat quietly in the van, thinking of a plan. "What do we all want to do? We can't sit here all day you know." One of the men in the back of the van snapped his fingers. "Why doesn't someone create a diversion? Huh? One of you could walk to the front of the gate and pull out a pistol - mabye shoot a few shots in the air, look a little disgruntled. Huh? They'd all swarm from the gate and arrest you. While all the hubbub is going on, a few of us could sneak in." Another voice beckoned in, "Yea, alright, sure. They'll lock the gates up and blow your brains out if you tried that. That sure as hell ain't gonna work. Why don't we try going in through the sewer?" There was some mumbling in the van. "No, seriously. I mean, if we put an amber light on top and put on some reflective vests, who's going to bother us? All we need to do is pop off the manhole cover and we can send the weapons down in a tool bag or something. Then, we'll pop up in the park someplace - mabye in a corner or something, and go from there." They all nodded in agreement and the driver started up the van, "I know of a good supply store a couple miles away. We can pick up a few jumpsuits, some road cones, some amber lights, and some other official looking stuff. Let's go."

[OOC: Sorry for the delay.]

Finishing off his iced tea, the Crown Prince rather off-handedly says, "I'd like to start soon, too. Honestly, some people can be inconsiderate."

He stopped, he didn't mean to say that outloud. Hoping that no one noticed, he spoke up quite loudly, "I'd like to see the park."

Alexej chuckled. "Yes the park. I saw it on the way here, I'm sure it will be very beautiful."

He sighed. "I guess not all Dictators destroy their environment." He gasped. "Oops, I'm sorry! Sorry sir! Don't kill me!"

He started pacing back and forth. "Rosta'll have my head!" He said as he paced.

"Heh, you can tell that to General Pociengel when he arrives." The MSD laughed and shook his head. "Oh gee... You want to see the park? That seems like a very nice idea. We'll walk down to the Autocratic Office Building first. I actually have a very special surprise for everyone attending. Besides, I'd enjoy a little bit of fresh air now."

The MSD headed twoards the door but then suddenly stopped, "Oh, Louis, do you want me to fetch your cape for you?"

Alexej chuckled. "Yes the park. I saw it on the way here, I'm sure it will be very beautiful."

He sighed. "I guess not all Dictators destroy their environment." He gasped. "Oops, I'm sorry! Sorry sir! Don't kill me!"

He started pacing back and forth. "Rosta'll have my head!" He said as he paced.
The MSD slowly moved forward and reached inside of his suit jacket. Alexej's eyes grew wide and the room grew silent. The Crown Prince tried to intervene but the MSD put his hand up in his direction. He stood right in front of Alexej and his hand slowly began to move. The people in the room were terrified. The MSD quickly pretended to draw a weapon and pretended to shoot Alexej right through the heart. "BOOM! You're dead." The MSD fell to the floor in laughter.

"Heh, you can tell that to General Pociengel when he arrives." The MSD laughed and shook his head. "Oh gee... You want to see the park? That seems like a very nice idea. We'll walk down to the Autocratic Office Building first. I actually have a very special surprise for everyone attending. Besides, I'd enjoy a little bit of fresh air now."

The MSD headed twoards the door but then suddenly stopped, "Oh, Louis, do you want me to fetch your cape for you?"

"Oh, a surprise." the Crown Prince said with a bit of excitement.

"I'll just get my cape, wait a minute please."

Louis walked over to the chair and with some effort picked the heavy armored cape back up. In a feat of athletic prowess, he tossed the cape over his head and let it fall on his body. He shifted it around and clasped it to his uniform.

Slightly out of breath, he walked toward the door. "Ready."

Alexej jumped. "Ah!" He then found out it was a joke, sighed, and joined in on the laughter. "Damn you scared me!" He said, but it was too funny. He stopped after a few minutes, cleared his throat and got himself into an upright position. "Let's go..."

Alexej jumped. "Ah!" He then found out it was a joke, sighed, and joined in on the laughter. "Damn you scared me!" He said, but it was too funny. He stopped after a few minutes, cleared his throat and got himself into an upright position. "Let's go..."
"Yes, I think it's time to go," the MSD said while still chuckling. "I sure hope no one saw that. It would really hurt my identity as a tough guy." The MSD shook his head and laughed. "Alright, the Autocratic Office Building is just a short walk down the road. Are we all ready? Like I said, I have a surprise planned there for all of us." The MSD glanced over at the Crown Prince, who was still puffing lightly. "Louis, are you up to a walk? I can get some transportation over here if you'd prefer it."

"Yes, I think it's time to go," the MSD said while still chuckling. "I sure hope no one saw that. It would really hurt my identity as a tough guy." The MSD shook his head and laughed. "Alright, the Autocratic Office Building is just a short walk down the road. Are we all ready? Like I said, I have a surprise planned there for all of us." The MSD glanced over at the Crown Prince, who was still puffing lightly. "Louis, are you up to a walk? I can get some transportation over here if you'd prefer it."

"I'm fine. I could run laps right now." the Crown Prince recovered his composure. "I can still run a mile in under nine minutes with all my body armor on."

"Alright then, come on everyone. Let's go across now." The MSD and the other national leaders walked out the front door and down the road twoards Great Autocratic Avenue, the main road through Astoria Park. They were flanked by dense clusters trees on both sides and the trees grew thicker as they neared the avenue.

The Queen's motorcade rolled up to the entrance of the park. Slowly it rolled to a stop. The Queen clicked the door open herself, noting that the three MIB's rising to follow her. Shaking her head, she raised her hand irritably.

"Colonel, I don't really like the fact that you are here. It is an insult to Daniel's security, and I do not like offending a nation as important as his. Leave your weapons here, and please keep your distance." She said, her tone that of annoyance.

The Colonel hesitated, then nodded slowly and reached into his jacket, removing a handgun. His two lackeys did the same, and then took a small ultra-compact pistol and knife out of their pant legs. Setting them down, they made to follow her. Shaking her head irritably the Queen departed from the limo.

Sergeant Major Ryukame Retsuko was waiting, and bowed to her. "The Royal Guard will remain here, as per your orders. If anything happens your Majesty, we will be there to protect you; you can count on it."

Sarah smiled and nodded, trusting them completely. "Don't worry Ryu, something tells me this will just be another ordinary day."

OOC: Gotta run, will be back later.

As the MSD and the other national leaders were walking down twoards the Avenue, Queen Sarah's limousine pulled up. Bowing, "Hello there Queen Sarah. It's a pleasure to see you. From what I understand, you had a rough trip. I thank you for still coming." The MSD looked around for a second, "Heh, no security Your Majesty? You should have seen this guy arrive. You'd think he was preparing for amrmageddon," he said while playfully putting his arm around the Crown Prince. "Anyhow, look, I really should send you through security but we're running late as it is. We were on our way to the Autocratic Office Building now, are you up for a small walk? There will be refreshments when we get there."

The Queen smiled and bowed back. "It's good to see you again. And please, there is no need for the official titles. As a matter of fact, my sec-"

There was a thump as the three MIB's emerged from the limo. Colonel Seimi stepped up behind her, a whopping 6 foot 8 inches tall; not only did he dwarf her, he made her look like a midget.

The Queen shook her head. "Ryu!" she called to one of the SUV's nearby. Immediately Sergeant Major Restuko jumped out, the heavy ceremonial Templar armour glittering in the sunlight. He was careful not to cross the boundary into the park, and was unarmed. "Yes your Majesty?"

"Ryu, make sure these three men are thoroughly checked and have NO weapons of ANY sort before they follow me. Make sure you take the long security precautions."

Colonel Seimi's emotionless face turned into a scowl as a mere NCO pulled and his companions off to be examined thoroughly. Sarah shook her head apologetically and walked towards the group.

"So sorry, shall we depart?" She asked.

"My Cabinet thought it would be prudent to send three of their best Special Ops units to protect me. As if a half-platoon of Elite Royal Guard wasn't enough. I'm just glad the Royal Guard listen to me before anybody else, makes it easier to keep paranoid government officials off your back." She stated.

The High Councillor acught up with the MSD, "Sorry about that - went to make a call, and then you had all dissapeared.

The motorcade carrying the Emperor, HM(High Minister) of Foreign Affairs, HM of State Finances and Administration and Minister of Foreign Trade stopped outside the park. A man wearing black suit, sunglasses and hands-free radio stepped out and walked to a nearby police officer:"Excuse me. I am agent Gracchus from the Imperial Internal Security Agency of New Imperial Rome. Where are the majestoian state leaders

The Roadblock at the Park Entrance

The police officer nodded to the agent. "You need to drive up the avenue and make the third left. That'll be Astoria Mansion. Everyone should be in there. I'll radio up so someone will be there to greet you." During the brief conversation, some police officers and a dog quickly scanned the vehicle for explosives. They then gave the officer up in front a thumbs up. "Alright sir, sorry for the delay. Enjoy Majesto!" He then moved the barricades and waved the limo through.

One Block From the Park Entrance

The white van pulled up to the curb and all five men got out of the van. They switched on an amber light on their room and carefully set up some road cones and placed a "Men at Work" sign down from their site. One of the men lifted the manhole cover open and put it aside. He looked down, "Ho fuck! It's dark down there! Whoa!" Another shook his head and talked in a baby voice, "Woaaa... It the baby scared of the dark? Boo hoo." He smirked and whispered, "We've got guns, remember?" After going back into the truck, the five men emerged in five minutes with five duffle bags and slowly decended down the manhole.

With the MSD

"Ah, sorry about that High Councilor. Let's go now, I don't want to put off my big assignment." The MSD waved them along and they all walked down the road twoards the avenue, disccusing various things as they walked. At the avenue, they made a right and walked down twoards the Autocratic Office Building. Following directly behind the groupwere three golf carts, two had police officers on them and one was staffed with paramedics. The MSD turned his head twoards the noise and looked twoards the leaders, "Heh, I you'd think we were heading out on an expedition or something. You all don't mind do you?"

The Crown Prince took a deep breath of sweet, fresh air. "I love it, couldn't be better." Louis said, he didn't even notice the golf carts behind them.

To the right and left of the Crown Prince, ten feet behind him, his two Omega Guardsmen were carefully watching the environment around them. Even with all the Prince's body armor, he could still be severely injured.

Underneath the Park, in a Sewage Pipe

"Aww... for Christ's sakes, why the hell did you have to pick the freaking sewer." Everyone else nodded their head. "What a big bunch of babies." Then a rat ran across the beam of his flashlight. He stopped instantly, "AAH!" Everyone else laughed when someone else told them to stop. "Enough already. Don't fuck this up, we only get one chance. This is about a half mile in. We should get out now. Let's all run through one last check." Each man doublle checked their weapons: an R-36 Assault Rifle, R-7 Vercho Handgun, and made sure they each carried their standard frag grenade. One man double checked his R-81 Sniper Rifle and smiled. "If you don't mind, I think we should all say a prayer now. This is it. There's no turning back from this now." However, someone else already up on the ladder opening the manhole. He shouted down, "Fuck the prayer, all that can save us now is a few well placed bullets. Throw me up my rifle!" He kissed it and opened the manhole cover.

Great Autocratic Avenue

"Well Louis, how's your campaign going?" The Crown Prince squinted for a second and though, "Well, it's an uphill battle but I'm fairly confident I'll get my message across to the people of Hamptonshire in the end. Remember, the only vote that counts is the final one." At this point, all eyes shifted forward in terror. The MSD and Crown Prince glanced at each other and the MSD yelled out, "Gun! Gun! Everybody down!" However, the Crown Prince's large, unweildy cape slowed his reaction time and he was hit in the head by a sniper's bullet and he immediatly fell to the ground. The sprays of bullets from the assault rifles zipped and zoomed widly in the air and hit the MSD twice in the leg and once in the arm. As the MSD himself fell, he yelled out, "Louis! Louis! No! Louis!"

Captain Williams and the Major quickly lept to action. The Captain ran forward to place his body on top of the Crown Prince. The Major hit the "Panic Button" calling for the motorcade guards and ran over to the nearest golf cart.

As the Captain ran to protect the Crown Prince the bullets forced him to tuck his head as far down as possible. When he finally hit the Prince he just tackled him to the ground. The same thought played over again and again in his mind, Protect the Prince. Without his gun or any other weapon to fight back, all the Captain could do is shield the Prince. As bullets began to strike his back and legs he began to pray. Between the hot, electric jolts caused by the bullets Williams could feel himself grow colder.

As Williams was on the Prince, the Major ran over to one of the Majestoian Police Officers. Without saying a word he just punched the man in the face and took his sidearm. The Major looked around to find the source of the gun fire. Spotting the men behind some trees he aimed the pistol and began to fire back. He tried to run over to the Prince but ever time he left the protection of the cart, the assassins would shoot him.

"It's...alright...sir." Captain Williams managed to whisper to the now dead Crown Prince.

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Just outside the park

The "Panic Alarm" sounded...the entire motorcade lept into action. Fifty heavily armred Royal Marines and Omega Guardsmen began to sprint to the Crown Prince's position. The Majestoian guards tried to stop the horde at the gate, the guards will quickly knocked unconscience. The quarter mile from the gate to the scene of the shooting would take the men nearly two minutes to run.

The vehicles of the motorcade started their engines back up and their drivers radioed for assistance. Private Jason Harris, a driver for one of the SUVs, knew that the Royal Marines would take at least three minutes to reach the Crown Prince. Private Harris turned on the engine and promptly drove the SUV into the park. He was by himself in the car, but he could help retrieve the Prince.

Soon after the gunshots began, the police officers jumped out of their golf carts and began to fire their pistols wildly down the avenue, in hopes of driving back the shooters. A Hamptonian knocked one officer down as he ran by and took his weapon. The guards at the blockade swung around in terror and also began to run twoards the action radioing command with the message, "SHOOTING! SHOTS FIRED! SHOOTING!" However. two of the shooters managed to run out from behind the tree and hop down into the manhole in an attempt run back to their van. During the comotion a black SUV teared through the roadblock at the front gate and the roadblock officers turned their machine guns on the speeding SUV. However, they were terrified to see that the glass did not shatter.

Back at the shooting scene, the MSD lay on the floor next to the lifeless body of the Crown Prince, who was now shielded from the gunfire, which thankfully subsided. However, the MSD managed to reach for the hand of the Crown Prince, which was as cold as ice. He kept saying, "Louis, Louis, wake up Louis. Please Louis wake up." He shook his hand around and did not get any resistance. He clenched the hand tighter and began to cry uncontrollably as he looked down to see the pool of blood on the floor. He tried to say the Our Father, but he could not stop crying.

"FAN OUT! Secure the Prince!?" a Royal Marine lieutenant screamed as the fifty guards came on the scene.

The Marines and Guardsmen began to open fire with their heavy assault weapons when a speeding SUV came up from behind. The black SUV pulled up ahead of the firing Marines and drove up in front of the body of the Crown Prince.

"Hold your fire! MARINES, take left, take right!" the lieutenant yelled. Twenty of the men went left of the SUV and twenty went right. The remaining ten ran to the body of the Crown Prince. One of the Marines pounded on the armored window of the SUV. Slightly paniced, Private Harris fumbled with the door controls. Once the door popped open, the Marines went for the bodies of the Crown Prince and the Captain. The MSD had a firm grip on the Prince's hand; after several commands to let go one of the Marines grabed the MSD by the wrist and with all his strength he yanked the MSD off Louis.

Alexej looked as the Crown Prince was shot. "Those fuckers!" He started looking around for the source of the gunfire. They didn't want him dead so that was an advantage. But it went by so fast it didn't matter. He looked on the body of the dead Crown Prince. "Those bastards! Sergei must know...."

He took out a cell phone, his cell phone. The conversation was short and sweet. "Louis is dead, Hamptonshire must know."

Of course Sergei did the nice thing and informed the nation of Hamptonshir. Now it would mourn.

To Grand Duke Leopold-From President Sergei Ilyanov:

The Crown Prince has been shot by assasins in Majesto. We don't know who
they are. We are not kidding, contact the Majestoan Government.
-President Sergei Ilyanov of The Island of Rose

((OOC: Crap post, but meh))

As the MSD lay in the middle of the street clenching the hand of the Crown Prince, a black SUV sped up the avenue and blocked everyone from the gunfire, which was now isolated between police and the gunmen. Seconds later, a small army of Hamptonian guards ran down from the Astoria Mansion and fanned out around the bodies of the MSD and Crown Prince. A soldier ran over to the CP and tried to pull him into the SUV but noticed the MSD's hold. After three requests for the MSD to let go, he pulled the CP into the SUV and the MSD's hand fell to the floor and splashed in the blood.

As the SUV peeled out down the avenue twoards the park entrance with the driver, CP, and Captain inside, it swerved wildy around an army of five police cars and two ESU trucks that were turining onto the Avenue. Above the park, two police helicopeters convereged in and focused their spotlights on the gunmen.

With the Crown Prince and Captain in the SUV, Private Harris sped to the Hamptonian Embassy in Glyn. All Hamptonian Embassies were equiped with an emergency hospital unit and were staffed with Royal Marine doctors. Once the SUV bounded out of the park, the rest of the motorcade escorted it on its ten mile journey to the Embassy.
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With the SUV gone, the Royal Marines no longer had any cover. It didn't matter to them, though. Whipped into a blood furry by the assault on their Prince they fired at everything ahead of them that moved. They emptied entire clips of 9mm rifled bullets from their SABRs. Once they ran out of those they switched to their 20mm grenades. None of them noticed that the return fire had stopped; they just released everything they had.

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With the SUV gone and the Marine providing covering fire, the Major ran to the open sewer, picking up a sub-machine gun someone had dropped. He jumped down the manhole and ran after the two attackers. They fired back and struck him in the leg. As he stumbled and began to trip he let loose with his submachine gun, stopping only when his face hit the raw sewage.

[OOC: Sorry! I need to go now. Since Hamp's posts are fairly openended, I'll leave it as it is for the moment. I'll definatly be back on to catch up/continue before I go to bed tonight! :)]

--- Great Autocratic Avenue ---

Sarah had been admiring the local flora when the completely unexpected happened. In a blur both Louis and the MSD were on the ground, and she felt herself slumping to her knees. Searing pain jolted her senses and she forced herself to rely on battle instinct to evaluate her condition. She didn't even realize that she had cried out, or that she was now falling to the ground. What she did realize was that she had suffered at least three bullets to the abdomen and two to her leg. A sixth bullet had lodged itself in her shoulder, practically immobilizing her.

A slight smile played upon her lips; she had served her country well, at least her death would not be in vain.

--- The Queen's Motorcade ---

Sergeant Major Ryukame had just finished checking Colonel Seimi. It was a good thing the Queen had them checked again, because the clever bastard had managed to hide an ultra compact pistol inside the layers of his jacket.

That's when the bug implanted in the Queen's dress picked up the sound of gunfire an instant before it went off. The cries of national leaders fell upon deaf ears, as Ryukame had already left protocol behind and seized his R-38 assault rifle. Only one cry of pain reached their rage-filled ears, and that was that of the Queen.

In mere seconds, the three MIB's had seized heavy R-9 12.7mm Pistols and the Royal Guard had retrieved their own weapons. Piling out of the SUV's and spare limo, the soldiers of the Royal Guard forgot all of the rules regarding security, desperate to save their queen.

OOC: Damnit, didn't realize the last post I read was the end of Page 5.

IC: The Royal Guard arrived a little after the Prince's Marines. Despite the weight of their armour, they had sprinted the entire way, fueled by their rage. Upon reaching the scene and spotting what little return fire there was, the sounds of the gunfight instantly escalated as the heavy-grade R-38's fired upon their assailant's location. 12.7mm bullets screamed from their weapons as they charged towards the bushes, eager to find revenge. The MIB's instantly rushed towards the fallen body of their monarch, emotionless faces hiding their grief.

Sergeant Major Ryukame broke off from his main force and gently turned over the body of Queen Sarah III. She was alive, but fading quickly; he knew there was nothing his medical training could do for her. "Colonel, get some fucking doctors here NOW!" he shouted at the leader of the MIB's, completely disregarding rank.

The return fire faded, yet still the Hamptonian forces fired, unleashing everything they had. The Royal Guard, despite their anger, thought a little more logically about the situation. Ryukame called for a halt in fire and signalled that Fireteams Bravo and Charlie should stay and defend the Queen. He then signalled for Fireteam Alpha to follow him, slinging his rifle over his armoured shoulderpad.

Ten of the Royal Guard charged the manhole, noticing one of the CP's bodyguards had the same idea in mind. Only one thing was left in Ryukame's mind: vengeance.

[OOC: It's nice how all you slobs left the poor MSD lying on the sidewalk in tears and a pool of blood. You'd think you'd at least acknowledge the fact that he's been shot. Yeesh.]

As the gunfire ceased and the dust settled, foreign officials and foreign security officers were seen running around Astoria Park in search of the gunmen that killed the Crown Priince and wounded two major heads of state. Limousines and SUVs could be seen all over the area as governments tried to get accountablilty and secure the area. However, whether purposly or in the heat of the moment, the Most Supreme Dictator was overlooked and he remained on Great Auocratic Avenue in shock lying in a pool of blood crying and convulsions were setting in because of the massive blood loss.

In planning for the banquet, the MSD overlooked personal security measures and he was not escorted by a Majestoian bodyguard. In fact, he was only spotted by a paramedic triaging the scene. As he rolled the body over he yelled out, "Jesus! Someone come quick! It's the MSD and he's been shot!" He immediaty checked the MSD's ABCs and began rescue breathing. A nearby police officer grabbed the First Response Bag from his squad car and gave it to the paramedic who managed to contain the bleeding and give the MSD fresh oxygen. The Most Supreme Dictator of Majesto was on his way to a local hospital in the back seat of a police car escorted by a city paramedic.

1 Police Plaza

1 Police Plaza, the headquarters of the Majestoian National Police Force, high ranking police brass were scrambling to secure the park and lock the area down. Off duty police officers were called to work and squad cars were sent to cordon off the area around the park in hopes of catching the gunman. They also called the Internal Security Agency, an specialized investigative and police team under the direct control of the Most Supreme Dictator, for assistance.

Great Autocratic Avenue (Again)

Three of the gunmen died instantly upon being shelled by Hamptonian grenades and the ground around them was scorched black. The two gunmen that fled back into the sewage tunnel were not lucky either. One Hamptonian and ten Tenarians (OOC: I suppose??) scurried into the tunnel after the two. One of the gunment briefly paused to fire at the guards and he was killed instantly, ripped apart by massive amounts of gunfire. The other gunman, not wanting to meet the same fate, continued running to the van.

[OOC: News reports here: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=368511]

"Alright, pull back to the Embassy." an Omega Guardsman yelled to all the Hamptonians on the scene.

As quickly as the shooting stopped all the security personnel left the area for the safety of the Embassy. Those that were injured were carried away by their comrades. Ten minutes after the first shot was fired, the motorcade left the park.

OOC: Gah, too late.

IC:

The High Councillor rolled out from under the bush after the bullets had stopped hitting the ground near him. AS the firing broke out, he had left under the nearest bush, hoping to get some visual cover - it seemed it had worked as he only had a few minor cuts and bruises from the fall.

He looked over towards where the SUV was racing off, and then noticed the MSD, lying in a pool of his own blood. Seeing a paramedic helping him, he walked over to help get the MSD into a vehicle to take him to the nearest medical facility.

Twenty minutes into the ordeal, four black sedans two black SUVs pulled up in Astoria Park and twenty-six special inspectors from the Internal Security Force, the Most Supreme Dictator's personal police and investigative force jumped out. ISF inspectors are hand selected by the MSD from the ranks of the armed forces and national police. High ranking ISF members have authority over some of the most decorated miltary personnel in Majesto.

Chief Inspector Neville Richenson, one of the most powerful people in Majesto, walked around one of the SUVs and held a briefing with his men. In a deep, monotone voice, he ordered his men, "Clear this park of everyone and secure all of the evidence. Have the police set up a hard perimiter 1000 feet all around. Check on the safety of all remaining foreign nationals in the park and escort all heads of state to the black room of the Armed Services Offices. That is a direct order from the Acting Adminstrator. MOVE OUT." The twenty-five men carried out their task as quickly and smoothly as possible.

OOC: Eh, sorry, I was going to have one of the MIB's notice him, but I forgot.

IC:

--- Great Autocratic Avenue ---

Colonel Seimi erupted into a barrage of swearing, then slammed his fist into the ground. A slight trickle of blood scarred his knuckles. Queen Sarah III had just died...

OOC: Sorry for the shortness, dinner is ready and I have to run.

The High Councillor was ushed, along with the other heads of state, to the secure room. The High Councillor was extremely upset that his first foreign outing had ended in tragedy, with the Crown Prince dead, and unconfirmed reports that the Queen of Tenarius was also dead. Maybe he was bad luck to other national leaders?

Five minutes after recieving their order from the Chief Inspector, they reassembled back at the SUV - which had since been converted into a small command post. "Status report." Another Special Invesigator stepped forward, "The park is clear and police are maintaining a perimiter. Heads of state have been secured." Neville jotted some notes down on a yellow legal pad. "Good work men. Now, I need every piece of evidence in this park bagged, numbered, and collected. Go over this place with a fine tooth comb, don't leave any stone unturned. This is what we live for men. Move out." Again the Special Inspectors moved out smoothly and rapidy as if they had been preprogramed beforehand.

Black Room, Armed Services Offices

Gregory Quentin, Lesser Dictator of Glyn, and now Chief Administrator of Majesto was sitting in the Black Room, a large planning/strategy room in the third basement of the Armed Services Office. The room, newly built, was well fortified against attack and was one of the safest places in Majesto at the moment. When the remaining heads of state entered the room, Gregory stood up and shook their hands. "Hi. My name is Gregory Quentin - the Chief Administrator, Temporary Dictator if you will. Look, this may not be the best place to be but you'll all be safe and can get a shower, a hot meal, and some clean clothes right now." Gregory pointed to the corner of the room. "There is a telephone over there if you need to contact your home nation and tell them you're ok. It's not encrypted or anything, but it's still a telephone. Look, I'm terribly sorry about this whole situation, but we're doing the best we can to get to the bottom of it and bring these bastards to justice." He scratched his head, "Sorry, I need to go now. I'll come back in a little bit and see how you all are."

[OOC: Time for bed now. Bye. :)]

The Emperor and his delegation have left Majesto due to security circumstances. The Imperial News Agency has had hard time convincing people that the attack was not targeted against the Emperor.

All Around Majesto

The Majestoian Police quickly blockaded the greater Astoria Park area. All vehicles were funnled out of the area on a few major roads and each vehicle was inspected thoroughly by the police.

The Chief Administrator, Gregory Quentin, quickly issued emergency edicts that immediatly grounded all air traffic in Majesto and suspended the people's rights of speech, assembly, and press. Public transit systems in major cities came to a halt and the MajWay, the major thruway system in Majesto, was closed into and out of Glyn and checkpoints were set up at various points on the system. The edicts also enacted a curfew in Efnian, Ralum, Glyn, and Torcairn - the nation's largest cities. Since it was obviously an act of terror, the government could not risk leaving any more avenues open to attack.

The Chief Administrator put the Dictator's Army into active duty in the nation's largest cities to assist in law enforcement and curfew enforcement. He also called up the People's Army to assist in securing other vulnerable sites around the nation. The soliders were given orders to shoot curfew breakers and other law breakers on sight if they resisted arrest.

The Chief Administrator also notified all national televison and radio stations to break programming and/or news immediatly upon request. He also said that he would make an official announcement to Majesto and the world within the next few hours.

OOC: well it would appear that my absence of the last 2 days has just closed this on me...oh well my guys will still show up for the hell of it...mostly because they're drunk and want to do stuff

OOC: Bump, I'll reply to this later, I'm having trouble bringing my thoughts into words on this one. The jist of what I want to post is bringing the present members of the Royal Guard into this investigation if at all possible. That alright with you Mr. M.?