NationStates Jolt Archive

Aliana has long been a proud nation- proud of her Queen, proud of her people, and proud of her freedom. This pride has formed a strong sense of national unity, but it has also caused them to be rather xenophobic. Historically, Aliana has had very few contacts with outside nations, and no formal alliances to speak of.

So naturally when plans were made for Aliana to join the United Nations, it was a major event. Over the past 50 years, Aliana has been coming out of her shell, so to speak, and joining the UN was seen as some to be the final step in joining the worldwide community. Others see it as only the beginning, but either way it is cause for celebration.

And so a celebration there will be. Queen Anita the IV of Aliana has organized a royal ball, paid for out of her family's private fortune. Of course, the Queen isn't the real ruler of the country- that position belongs to Prime Minister Jacob McCarson, but she is a powerful symbol of the country's history and heritage.

Along with all the important political figures from Aliana, an open invitation has been extended to the leaders and official representatives of all United Nation countries. Although officially this is an informal party, there's great potential for alliances to be made or broken, and everyone will be watching their step.

- - -

Mika Tallaway fiddled absently with her hair, staring at her reflection in the hotel room mirror. The ball was only a block away- she had the perfect room for the event. It would start soon, too- she needed to get going.

Someone knocked at her door- no doubt her personal aid telling her she should have left ten minutes ago. She smiled, but there was no real emotion in the expression. Even with her hair done up to conceal it, the left side of her face was horribly scarred- the result of an accident six years ago- and mirrors always reminded her of this condition.

Well, that didn't matter now; she had a ball to attend.

- - -

Queen Anita IV and her family were already there- they had to be there at least half an hour early to ensure everything went as planned. The Queen looked as if she had stepped out of a portrait- her dress and makeup were straight out of the Elizabethan era. Her husband, prince Edward, looked rather less handsome; it had taken a lot of work to make him look like anything other than the ex professional chess player that he was. Their two children, Edward Jr (six years old) and Amelie (two), looked charming and sweet, but their nurse was standing by in case they decided to be on anything but their best behavior.

Amongst the first guests to arrive was the Prime Minister, Jacob McCarson, as handsome and well-dressed as ever. Terence Mason, the new ambassador to the United Nations, was also amongst the early arrivals- he'd needed a similar treatment to the chess-playing prince to hide the fact he was something of a geek.

The Prime Minister, usually brimming with charismatic confidence, was looking worried. "Where is Mika?" he whispered to his personal assistant.

"She'll be a few minutes late, Mr. Prime Minister," replied the aid. This was something of a relief to Jacob- if she'd been sick, or otherwise unable to come, he didn't know what he would have done.

B is for boing as it springs to the top
U is for unrelenting, it never will stop
M is for matchless, for it is the best
P is for passing, which it does to the rest

Bump is my story and bump is my song
I just bumped up this board, now move it along.

Detyias stepped into the grand hall, her long silver dress flowing like a veil, her long blonde hair down her back. She smiled as she greeted dignitries and other gentry, who replied with "Ambassador- we are so sorry to hear of your nations troubles.
She found the use of the word Ambassador amusing, for that was not at all what she was
Detyias smiled as she felt the pistol strapped to her thigh under her dress, the security had not dared to touch her due to Glemte Hages infamy- much their mistake,
Soon, the Hagen evangelists would strike again, and soon the true King would take power.

She smiled as she drank her wine

Erik Solar picked up a glass of wine from a tray standing on a table, he took a sip and then looked around the room of people. Everyone was wearing either suits or dresses but not Councillor Solar, no he was wearing his auto-reactive armour as was standard when a councillor went on state visits. He also knew that a squad of Naval Stormtroopers was on standby so that they could reach the building within five minutes.

But he knew that nobody would be that stupid to try anything, let alone with him, eight foot tall and wearing impressive blue armour. He took another sip of his wine as he greeted several people that walked past, the Aliana prime minster, the king and two children who obviously had to be from the royal couple.

Erik drank the rest of his wine and decided to sit down when he reminded himself that the chairs would not support his weight, he compensated by leaning against a nearby pillar and overlooking the main entrance.

Security was tight at the event, and a large group of ABI (Aliana bureau of investigation) officers were eyeing the armed Councilor with some suspicion. He wasn't alone, though- many of the high-ranking countries had chosen to provide their representatives with armed guards waiting just outside the building. Indeed, even the Queen had refused to attend without a Teflon vest underneath her fancy costume.

The Prime Minister was about to approach the Dumpsterdam representative when he was stopped by a white gloved hand on his shoulder. Mika, his scarred Chief Advisor, had arrived. "Not him," she whispered, "his country is not quite the sort we wish to trust so soon after stepping into the world."

Jacob nodded, turning about to find someone else to talk to. Mika watched him carefully, sipping from a glass of alcohol-free red wine from the right side of her mouth.

OOC: I want in!

IC: Prince William walked across to the man from Dumpsterdam, he was intimerdated by the mans appearance but not as much as other guests. He was 6 feet 7 inches himself, and the long sword that hung by his side was a reassurance, and the belt of pistols that hung around his waist.

The medles on his cheast clinked as he approched, and he found himself hating the royal dress code, for all it's magnificants he would have prefered simple jeans and trained. The white uniform was smart though and the red sash impressive, nothing better to attract women but still...

he reached the man, and realised how tall he was, very tall even for a man from Dumsterdam, he had of course reconised the uniform on sight. He coughed to attract the mans attention, once he had it he spoke, "Ah, Erik, my freind from Dumpsterdam, how splended to see you again," He knew Erik from when he had had to act as a leason between Aust and Dumpsterdam, "May I get you another glass of wine?" At this he turned anbowed to the Queen and her children. His long sword almost struck his freind.

Erik heard the woman speak to the prime minister, his hearing picking it up quite clear. He was about to step up to her when the Austian reprasentative aproached him and he quickly returned the greeting. "Prince William, it is good to see you again too and yes I would definatly like another glass of wine!" He chuckeld. "Now if you'll excuse me for a minute I am going to get some clear answers here." Erik said as he aproached the woman who his database indentified as the chief advisor.

As he stepped infront of her crossed his arms infront of his chest and looked down up her. "Care to elaborate on your statement of my country miss? And yes, I did hear that quite clearly."
Erik waited patiently as the woman seemed to think and Prince William shoved another glass of wine in his hands.

Ihaba Svetlana von Steinberg took a few more moments in the back seat of her limosine. Fortunately, she needed little more then a touch up to her make-up; her hair remained perfectly coiffed quickly into blonde wavy locks, a few silver combs holding a look used by Grecian nobility.

She took her purse – a few things, makeup, lipstick, passport, VCU Visa, “special” hair brush and comb, and Sparrow palmgun – and fiddled with her slimline silver watch. One further check of her hair – perfect - and she made her way to the festivities, the sleek black dress hugging her curves like a Porsche.

Without flourish, she presented the invitation to the doorman - "Ihaba Svetlana von Steinberg, representative from Vastiva." - and waited to be announced, allowed in, or whatever it was that protocol here called for.

((Okay, guys, I'm going to have to make a quick rule- no offensive weaponry inside the party, please. It's just not believable that the security would let people bring firearms or even knives into the same room as their Queen and Prime Minister. All countries are welcome to special ops forces outside the party, and they've probably all run their own background checks on all the other guests- it's perfectly safe. Blunt ornamental swords, maybe, but nothing more deadly- PLEASE!))

“Sir,” said Mika, stepping forward, “please understand that I mean no offense. Our countries are very different, and my country’s people are still getting used to contact with other nations. I look forward to the day when we may choose our allies freely, but for now I and the Prime Minister agree it is prudent to form ties with nations whose views on the world are more similar to our own.”

Mika smiled a rather charming smile, casually brushing back her hair for a moment to temporarily reveal her disfigurement.

OoC: I was under the impression that no one is ever allowed to carry a weapon to such an occassion? Well not that it matters to me since Erik left his weapons with the guards outside..

IC: Erik sighed. "Lady Mika, one must learn that nation's cannot be pushed into boxes and be labeled. Therefor the Dumpsterdanian Empire doesn't recognize those as such. But if you have any problems with our foreign or interernal policy I am sure either myself or the Emperor can discuss that with you should you like." He grinned as he took a sip of his wine and reminded himself of what Vespasius had said to him before he left, Once you get there Erik you'll see what a bunch of uptight snobs and aristocracy attends those kind of balls. Oh and do yourself a favour, stay away from the women, they sure as hell don't understand our kind. At that point he had just nodded to his Emperor but he knew he was about to screw up with this Mika somewhere.

OOC: Okay, sorry, jutst get rid of the pistols then.... And make the sword blunt.

IC: Rupert paused when he heard the tone in his freinds voice, he had never been the best at diplomacy, still he was right, the woman shouldn't have labled Dumpsterdam like that.

He could here the threat in those last words, and he knew that there was danger there. Erik had thought his nation had been insulted, still there wasn't anything he could do so he withdrew, sipping his wine and leant against a piller to listen to the conversation progress. He could smooth thing out later.

He sipped his wine and relaxed, watching another person be annoynced. He was near the door and he immdietly decided to talk to whoever came through. He could still be near enough to hear Eriks conversation.

The doorman took a breath and announced the next person, Ihaba Svetlana von Steinberg from Vastiva. Rupert stepped forward and to talk to the woman who he could see was quite butiful, especally the hair.

"Greetings," He said, "I don't balive that I have heard of your nation before, though I'm sure the Emporer would want to know about it, I'm Rupert by the way, Prince Rupert. He smiled flashing perly teeth.

The young Queen of Catatc... HRH Laura Jane walked poised yet her ridgid pose showed a timidness that refused to hide. Forced into the limelight after her mother's untimely death she inherited a nation before her time.

Confident and full of ability after 5 years national service, she knew she was up to the job, yet state functions were still not quite her "thing" Her face flushed slightly under the intense lights of the glittering hall.

In her long red evening gown she glided down the guilded staircase, the elaborate glittering diamonds adorning her neck drawing the eye down to detailed dress yet not retracting from her waved golden lockes and piercing blue eyes.

taking a glass of champagne she sat at the side of the room, focusing on her drink as the bubbles danced on the surface...

From the Lord protector's office the B'stardsia Ambassidor cycles to the reception. The embassy his been planning this engagement for months and since the portercabin it is based in had to be moved last month, the filing needs sorting. Feeling filing is some what below his station the ebassidor procceeds. :cool:

So it came that Lord Symthe Binger-brooke Froghouse (knight of the broken foot stool and bearer of the Imerpial cross of St. Hogmancy) entered the palace of Aliena.
:cool:

Ordering half a pint of Trampa Paiss larger, he's not made of money, and walking away before the barman noctices he straighted his pin on bow tie wiped the dandruff from his shoulders and begins to take hand fulls of complimentry matches. Seeing the proceedings are starting he straightens his nation health glasses and proceeds.

:cool:

He was important, resolute not the irrating turd of a man his civil service superiors had posted far far far away.....

OOC:Can I join?
IC:Several Current Gaurd Members(all unarmed) stomped into the ball room. Each of their foot falls making loud clanking sounds in the ground. The Current Gaurd Members were VERY intimadating. They were covered head-toe in some sort of steel armor with metal joints and this gave the appearance of them being 6 and a half feet tall. In the center of the circle was Supreme Commander Gregory of Red Tide, his light bllue eyes darting around suspiciously as he moved his 5 foot, 11' body rather stiffly, and his Wife, Supremiss Kori Anders beautiful green eyes darted around curiously, her beautiful 5 foot, 9' body moving gracefully.

Tobias Santini was late as usual, who would have thought such an important young man would be so scruffy.

Tobias was a good looking young man, still in university, he wore a crumpled tux and appeared like he hadn't shaved in a few days. His dark green eyes seemed to pierce through anyone that looked directly at him, and his scruffy hair gave the impression he was just a regular guy. Infact Tobias was the nephew of the wwa president, Isaac Israel, he was a hard working kid, top of his class in international law.

Slowly walking into the ballroom, frowning, bringing himself to look around for anyone he knew. Tobias had always hated these affairs since day one, but didn't have a choice, coming from such an honourable and important family.

He picked up a glass of white wine and sat in the corner, keeping a low profile, he was just interested in staying till the end and then getting out. As quickly as possible.

Lord Froghouse (OBF, ICH) taking a glass of chamapangne, a word he never could spell, he approaches some of the arivals. One a rather sturly chap in plate steel armor.

"so mister err? do you come her often"

"grunt"

"is that chap your brigidier or somthing old boy?"

"grunt"

"I'd better talk to him then. So mister Redtide how are you, oh and what a smashing blouse your wife is wearing!"

ok he thought that could lead to an informed discusion or a broken face. I think its 50/50 personally

OOC: 'GROAN!'

IC:Kori giggled a little bit while Gregory rolled his eyes. "Supreme Commander Gregory McKenna, Leader of Red Tide." he said introducing himself, "My wife... Kori McKenna." He said motioning to his wife, "Please excuse my bodygaurds... they arnt the talkitive bunch. CIRCLE!" He yelled the last part at the Current Gaurd members who promptly took up positions on the edge of the ballroom. "Anyways... what is your name?" Gregory said turning to Lord Froghouse.

A long black luxury vehicle pulled up to the entrance of the ballroom. Out from the driver side stepped a handsome older gentleman who wore a fine silken white tuxedo that accentuated his well-groomed head of full white hair. White gloved hands shuffled a bouquet, invitation, and very simple rose wood cane with silver handle and cap. A white cape with silver trim flowed behind him as he approached the doorman, offering him the invitation with a gentle smile.

“Ambassador Clark Avery of the Republic of the Terran Sphere, sovereign state of the Federated Klatchian Coast.”

He turned to the security detail at the door, offering the bouquet and cane for inspection, his arms rising to his sides to be helpful.

“The bouquet is but a simple gift to the gracious Queen.”

The security guards found nothing on the man. If anything, his appearance without guards would seem odd at best.

Lighting his cigar he begins to ramble,

" aah I am Lord Froghouse, order of the broken foot stool and bearer of the Imperial cross of Hogmancy, but you can call me Lord Symthe. ambassidor for B'stardsia at your survice. I use to be under-secetartry to the perminant assitant of the white fish council until I was promoted up here. So this Queen what do you think of her?"

Tobias Santini was late as usual, who would have thought such an important young man would be so scruffy.

He picked up a glass of white wine and sat in the corner, keeping a low profile, he was just interested in staying till the end and then getting out. As quickly as possible.

the young queen looked up from her drink at the young man...

"He looks almost as bored as me!" she mused as she smiled to herself.

She walked across to get some more champagne from the free bar...

Tobias caught the pretty young lady's eye, although it was a quick glance, he smiled to himself.

"Maybe this party won't be so bad after all" he muttered to himself, lifting himself from a slumped position in his chair, getting up and casually walked up to the bar.

Ordered a second glass of fine white wine, and stood next to the pretty young lady, Tobias had no idea who she was, or where she came from, but decided to try and turn on the charm.

He turned to the young lady "I'll take it you're not a fan of these parties either" he exclaimed.

"Lets just say i'm a little new to the scene..." she softly said, taking a sip from the chilled glass....

He looked up at her as she responded, astounded she even replied after such a stupid first line.

He smiled, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it after a while" he exclaimed holding out his hand for a hand shake.

"Tobias Santini" he exclaimed, "and you ?"

"after breaking in combursation to get anothe glass of "shampoo" symthe bubbles between the two flirting quests and toward the free bar.

"Hello its Symthe at you service drinks on me Har har har! (spitting as he does so) Nice to meet you all. so you in a mo!"

He lauches off knocking over a waiter

((aah, my two target people are already chatting. Gimme a moment to edit.))

ooc: Don't worry, you can always interupt.

sorry chaps hah hah!

“I understand your position, Sir, but my people are still learning the ways of the world. But perhaps, Sir, I may introduce you to our young United Nations ambassador? He, I’m sure, is wiser in these international affairs than I or our Prime Minister.” Said Mika. The Prime Minister smiled charmingly as Terence was called over and a formal introduction was made, trying to maintain the appearance that he knew exactly what was going on.

Mika politely excused herself from the conversation, leaving the mildly confused Mr. Mason alone with the Dumpsterdam representative as she called her puppet Prime Minister off as well. Discretely, she scanned the room for their first target of the night.

A WWA representative and the queen of Catatc, they would do nicely. Reminding the Prime Minister to let her do the talking when conversation turned to political matters, she pointed the pair out and he approached them, politely asking if they were enjoying themselves. Mika separated herself from her puppet for a moment, mingling and watching Jacob for an opportune time to slip in.

Outside, two very paranoid security officers were checking a certain ambassador’s bouquet for arsenic, miniature bombs, hidden SPOs (sharp pointy objects) and any microscopic alien spacecrafts that might be hidden in the geraniums.

He looked up at her as she responded, astounded she even replied after such a stupid first line.

He smiled, "Don't worry, you'll get used to it after a while" he exclaimed holding out his hand for a hand shake.

"Tobias Santini" he exclaimed, "and you ?"

I....*looking behind him*

I think someone else wishes to speak with you at present...i'll take my leave...

Wonderful to meet you i look forward to talking more...

(whispers) i'm not getting into politics with this crowd!

*offering her hand she politely dips in an informal curtsey*

I....*looking behind him*

I think someone else wishes to speak with you at present...i'll take my leave...

Wonderful to meet you i look forward to talking more...

*offering her hand she politely dips in an informal curtsey*

He looked down at his hand in embarassment, and bowed to the young lady. "Of course, we can talk soon", he smiled again.

Tobias Gently smiled at the young lady behind this mystery woman, greeting her, "Yes i am having a great time thank you, what a lovely place this is" he replied.

Sir Froghouse (OFS, ICH) by this time was very drunk and decided that to remain inconspicous he would have a sit down. Scanning the room he decided this party wasn't going anywhere and duely left.

"ThiS PartY Isn'T goinG AnY Where I tHink I'll LeaVe"

Nocticeing a military hat from one of the guests. Some miltary bigwig from Aliena.
Never leave a party without a sournineir he thought. Taking the hat he exited the building. It was dark and it had started to rain. Oh dear he said mildly bored. He had just turned the corner when it happed. A snipers bullet hit him in the chest.

"oH FaCk mE" said the drunk sir sythme with geniune shock. He was dead before he hit the ground.
:sniper::sniper::sniper:

*walking away from the impecablly dressed man she cannot fail to recognise as a politician she sits in a corner shadowed, only the gentle flicker of candlelight showing her presence*

Listening to the music she giggles immaturely at the uncomfortable Tobias trying to make yet more conversation... listening in on the earpeice she has in her ear while they stand by the bug on the bar*

Tobias tryed to keepa straight face, and keep talking to Mika, but he couldn't help but laugh as he saw an insanly drunk man steal a stuck up military leaders hat.

He couldn't help but watch as the drunk man strolled out of the building, once he had disappeared, he turned his attention to that lady again. He noticed her laughing and looking at him, heh, it was obvious she was onto his uncomfort.

Suddenly, a crack of a rifle sounded outside, everyone turned quiet .. no sign of rioting at all. Just silence.
Security personnel were everywhere, the guests just stood and looked blankly, not really knowing what to do, as the hosts assured everyone there was not a threat.

Mika was about to order some of the ABI officers to go after poor Commander Garrington’s hat, when she heard the shot. It took about thirty seconds for the implications of gunfire to register.

“Get the Queen under cover!” she told three of the guards surrounding the room, who immediately started talking to secret service operatives around the room. “Then, find out what’s happening- I want answers and I want them ten minutes ago!” she demanded, lowering her voice as she pulled out her own radio to talk directly to the head of the ABI. “Triple security outside, get the foreign ambassadors out their under cover, and if that gunshot so much as snapped a hair on one of these representatives’ heads have the gunman arrested immediately.”

"Oh bloody hell." Erik blurted out as he heard the gunshot, he inmediatly walked over to his Prince William and grabbed him by one shoulder leaving the UN reprasentative on his own. "Don't make any sudden moves, m'kay?" He whispered into the man's ear as he contacted his bodyguard section outside.

Find out what the hell is going on and find out now! He shouted to the sergeant of the squad via telepathic relay, all he got back was a "Yes" before he noticed the squad taking off in the direction of the sound.

*Shuddering remembering her own mothers untimely murder* Laura Jane walks hurredly to the stairs, her path blocked by the armed security...

Looking up defiantly, unintimidated by them....

"what's going on out there?"

A very faint frown cross the ambassadors face for an instant as the gaurds returned to him the rather droopy and pulped remains of the beautiful bouquet he had brought that after extensive probing proved to be a fiercly ordinary bunch of flowers. As he was about to enter the hall, the sharp crack of rifle fire filled the air. A quick look about as he flattened himself against a piller.

Tobias couldn't help but chuckle a little, he just stood there, watching all the frightened faces and panicking leaders, he had seen this same situation many times before.

He grabbed another glass of wine and sat down at a table in the center of the room. Pulling out his communication device he communicated to the wwa/at, standard protocol to tell them he was ok, the Alpha Teams would be dispatched for pick up a.s.a.p

Tobias had known what had happened, it was obvious the hat stealer was taken down. By who, he didn't know, but some one sure had some 'splaning to do.

Dictator Enigma checked himself in the mirror one last time as the limo pulled up before the building. He tried his best to ignore the way his guards were eying Toer Nerv, a personal gift from the nation of Merlyns. Not that Enigma trusted Toer either. It was just that he was prepared for her to try.

He smiled one more time as he admired himself. Few people actually knew what he was. His lack of apparent aging was just written off as good genes, plastic surgery, or a something else. Few people dared guess the truth, and only four of them still lived. His secret, and the secret of how he maintained control over his empire despite everything attempted and the protests of others, was one that would shock people tonight.

As the limo pulled to a stop, Enigma's guards piled out of the limo. Twelve of his best, each chosen for the ability to cause as much destruction as humanly possible, here just in case things went very wrong. Toer stepped out next, her obvious cybernetic limbs gleaming in the light and black dress providing an unusual contrast. Enigma himself was last, smiling at the guards already present from other delegations.

He approached the entrance, noting how they looked at him with suspicion. DemonLordEnigma was not a member of the UN by any stretch of the imagination. But, also common knowledge, the Free Lands of Tiamat Taveril were and they were an ally of DLE.

"I'm guessing you want to check us for weapons. Don't bother on cybergirl. She's had so many operations and alterations she could be carrying a nuke and you wouldn't detect it," Enigma said.

"And what are you doing here? This is for UN members," the soldier before Enigma said, obviously not wanting to let the dictator in.

Enigma smiled, having over an invitation and a note, before saying, "Tiamat Taveril is having internal problems at the moment and cannot attend. I was sent instead. And if cybergirl tries anything, I'll take care of her personally."

He smiles as he then walks by the guards, dismissing them. Anyone looking at his style of dress, a white tuxedo designed to hug his body, could tell he was not carrying weapons. Toer followed after a few moments, looking even less gracious after being checked by the guards at the entrance. Enigma eyed her, smiling, and wondered when she'd make her move. After all, the nation of Merlyns would make a nice addition to his own and their technology would jump him ahead several years in two areas.

Looking up, Enigma smiled at the delegates in the room. This would be an interesting night indeed.

“A gunshot was fired outside the building, m’am, we’ve been told to keep everyone in this room for your own safety. We’re investigating the details right now, m’am, and we’ll tell you everything we know as soon as we know it.” The security officer assured the young Queen. Anita IV and her family were now surrounded by tall men in dark suits, each willing to take a bullet for her royal majesty. Mika, on the other side of the room, was holding back panic and trying to prepare the Prime Minister for his address to the room as soon as they found out what was going on.

Outside, two black armored vans were parked on either side of the line to get into the party, and at least a dozen more men got out of them, each armed to the teeth and facing outwards. Only one was unarmed, and he went about trying to reassure the assembled crowd that every possible measure to protect them was being taken. Up on the roof, yet more men were scanning the area for the source of the shot.

Keith Gripper fiddled with the button on his Black fencing jacket. Watching the spectecle from the roof eating his ham sandwhich. Who was that Gunter!

"I dunno looked like an Ambassidor"

"whe are here to kill some one important not this jerk"

"he was wearing a hat"

"he was wearing a hat balls!"

He joined the blackshirt special service 2 years ago and since then he was now a mess officer. His Marksman, gunter reloaded the heavy lock.

"just get on with it gunter!"

The air echoed with the sounds of the Alpha Team helicopters, Tobias new this was his cue to leave the party.

He took of his bow tie, and stuffed it into his pocket, glanced at the mystery woman, who seemed desperate to find out what was going on and strolled up to Mika, gently asking her if he could make his way to the roof for a helo pick up.

*finding it impossible to hide her own disappointment at being treated like a "woman", frustrated that her years of military background get swept under the carpet the moment she puts on a low cut dress, she looks sharply at the security and turns defiantly to go to get another drink*

"Its going to be a long night tonight..." she mumbles.... scanning the room at the chaos and worry...noticing only a few people seem exempt from the standing rabble...far too calm...what do they know?

She watched disappointed as he walked away...

Using the chaos going on at this time to her advantage, Toer chose to strike. She spun Enigma around and punched him in the chest, a long blade extending from her wrist into where his heart would be. Then, she looked up at the brown-haired man in shock. He had not only not been affected by the punch, which would have sent most people across the room with broken ribs, but he wasn't bleeding.

"It... it can't be! You're not that advanced!" Toer said.

Enigma smiled, grabbing her by the neck, and saying, "Sarkaraset created far more than just ships and colonies, dearie. And not everything they created vanished."

Then, with barely an effort, Enigma tossed the would-be assassin back towards the doors, turning away from her to the others. His guards had orders to make sure she did not leave the building alive, so he had no worries from her. But this gunshot did worry him, as not even androids are immune to bullets.

Enigma walked over to Queen Alita and bowed to her, saying, "I am sorry you had to witness what has happened tonight. But politics being what they are, none of this surprises me. If you wish, call upon my soldiers outside the building to help. They have orders to do what they can."

((Enigma would not yet be allowed inside the building, since he arrived after the gunshot.))

Mika turned away from Jacob, looking over Tobias from head to toe, then instructing three of the guards to follow him out. “Be careful,” she told Tobias, “We haven’t caught these guys yet- I’d advise you to stay here until we have more information.”

Meanwhile, a half a dozen high-quality security cameras had caught on tape the bullet’s trajectory, and three armored helicopters filled with heavily armed military personnel were quickly honing in on the position of the two gunmen.

Mika seemed to have been bombarded with questions and requests, it wasn't looking like he was going anywhere, anytime soon.

He walked slowly back to his seat and sat down, groaning, regretting turning up to another one of these parties.

The atmosphere was tense, you could have cut the fear with a knife, Tobias wasn't one to be worried, he had years of military training under his belt, black operations, counter-terrorism, espionage. One of the top students to ever attend Icarus City Military Acadamy.

He got back on his com device "Try and find these guys, i don't have the patience to sit around all night" he moaned.
"Yes sir" replied the team leader.

Avery lightly cursed himself under his breath. That damned Ransan and Pavlich, head of the delegates core and I get sent to this backwater kingdom to show good face only to risk getting killed by a sniper... He gently brushed his tuxedo and adjusted his cape, entering the great hall, boquet of ravished flowers still in hand.

Another click claimed a guard.
"Gunter stop pissing about we have a job to do"

"I was minimizing the threat of.."

"just get it done"

He looked down at the photo graph, not here yet.

Mika seemed to have been bombarded with questions and requests, it wasn't looking like he was going anywhere, anytime soon.

He walked slowly back to his seat and sat down, groaning, regretting turning up to another one of these parties.

He got back on his com device "Try and find these guys, i don't have the patience to sit around all night" he moaned.
"Yes sir" replied the team leader.

Realising there is no time to waste wondering about the situation, it was time to find out..
"Leaving so soon? I thought the fun was only jus beginning?" She smiles wryly..

Realising there is no time to waste wondering about the situation, it was time to find out..
"Leaving so soon? I thought the fun was only jus beginning?" She smiles wryly..

"Apparantly not, as soon as i hoped" Tobias replied quickly.

"So, something you can clear up for me ... who are you ?" he enquired.

Sitting around in the same place for several minutes after they had shot an ambassador probably wasn’t a very wise move for the two gunmen. “This is the Alianan army, you are under arrest. We have you surrounded!” boomed one of the helicopter’s speakers as three such vehicles whirled closer to the top of the building.

Austin...Laura Austin...

So Mr Santini... What do you make of the commotion?

"What's there to make of it, surely you noticed that drunken fool steal that guys hat. Looks like Aliana took him out, why, I have no idea, seems a little harsh for my liking. Looks like we'll have to stay in line huh ?"

He smiled, "and you?"

“I’d like to ask, sir, that you not make such accusations of my country without information to back them up,” said Mika irritably, overhearing Tobias’ comment. “Our military has been dispatched, and apparently they now have the gunmen in their sights.”

To be honest i was otherwise... entertained... i missed the gentleman completely!

Bit harsh over a hat though...must try and behave...

*defusing the situation* i assure you it was a joke... mika?....Mr Santini was trying to lighten the situation...

Gunfire makes me a little nervous thats all...

"I apologise Miss, it was just a joke, trying to break the ice ya'know. I know your forces are doing all they can to hunt these guys down, do you have any ideas for a motive ?"

Turning to Laura, he carried on ..

"I understand, i mean, who likes gunfire. It's a horrible shame, he seemed like a nice guy. A bit off topic, but have you had any prior military service ?"

As it happens yes... 5 years as a pilot in my airforce. Much to my mothers disapproval but i feel i cannot do a just job for my country without knowing how to defend it... you understand?

She glanced around the ball room from the upper balconey, she was unnoticed...

Swiftly she removed the black catsuit, throat mike and skull cap revealing long smooth brunette hair. Out of her kit bag from under the climbing rope came a dark blue shimmering ballgown. The shadow from the balconey dissapeared...

Moments later a tall brunette emerged into the ballroom. Tall, femenine and yet powerful she glided into the centre of the confusion in search of a cocktail. Her shining hair swaying as she walked in time with the rhythm of her hips. The appearance of an innocent party goer, an image only dispelled by the look deep in her eye, her part in the mission, complete.

The Protector of Neme had arrived.

"Of course, i know the feeling. Ive been in a military acadamy all my life, wen't on to other branches of the military, but thats all hush hush. I'll take it you understand what i mean. Anyway, we can't always do as our parents tell us can we ?" he replied slyly.

Oh of course hush hush... we all have secrets... i imagine some more than others?

Disobedience is a novelty mr Santini, my mother passed away last winter and my father died during the civil war...

Another drink?

*on her way to the bar sees an aquaintance*

Ah the The Principality of Neme sends their finest...

A shadow caught Tobias's eye ... suddenly the shadow vanished into nothingness.

"I am truly sorry to hear that, it's good to see you can talk about it, you seem to be doing well, and of course, everyone has a secret."

"I'll have to take a rain check on that drink" he said glancing over to where the shadow was once again, "I think ive had enough for now."

It is a shame, it is said alcohol consumed in copious amounts has an effect similar to drunkeness... i never took you as someone who couldn't handle themselves... shall i excuse you then sir?

As her eye alights on the one noticeably cute diplomat in the room, she recognises the blonde figure next to him...

Shame. But some allies must be respected. Raiseing her glass in acknoledgement of the Queen of Cat, her eye continues on its roving path around the room.

Enigma turns and looks at the person in the shadows, watching everyone. His eyes gleam briefly as they locate her. He makes a mild salute towards the shadow figure. Then, he turns away, wondering how long this is going to last.

Enigma looks around for a mirror. The hole in his tuxedo and repairs to his electronic parts would be expensive. But all the price of dealing with the assassin and the war that would result.

"Oh bloody hell." Erik blurted out as he heard the gunshot, he inmediatly walked over to his Prince William and grabbed him by one shoulder leaving the UN reprasentative on his own. "Don't make any sudden moves, m'kay?" He whispered into the man's ear as he contacted his bodyguard section outside.

Find out what the hell is going on and find out now! He shouted to the sergeant of the squad via telepathic relay, all he got back was a "Yes" before he noticed the squad taking off in the direction of the sound.
"I'm not that stupid you know," he replied then drew his sword, blunt of course, "Shit. I forgot that my sword was blunt, still I'll just have to bludgon them to death."

He stood up from where he had been croughing under the table, and assest the situation, there seemed no visble threat nearby and he sheathed the sword, looking for the woman he's been speaking to, no sign of her. He turned back to his freind, "I'll be okay, I'm just going for a look around, okay."

Without waiting for a affermative he moved off.Towards the end of the hall, he had seen a strange shadow in he upper balcony earlyer. A tall brunette passed, him, he barley gave her a glance. Now, how to get to the upper balcony, it would be in the Queen private quaters...

He made his way to the balcony that was below the upper, and looked to the side of him, Ivy rose round both sides and cheaking that he wasn't going to be seen he jumped onto it.

It took his weight, barley. the long sword got caught in the ivy so he jettasoned it, it fell below him with a splash. He then began to climb, soon he reached the Upper Balconey and saw the cat suit, mike and skull cap. "Shit," he swore and then sawthe way from the balconey, somehow he made his way back to the ball room unseen, and then he entered making for Erik,

"There's a intruder in the building, don't tell everybody to stop a panic, but someones here, and I don't reackon there here for our good. I found there gear on the upper balconey. Throat Mike, Rope, Skull Cap, Cat suit, everything. Somones here."

It is a shame, it is said alcohol consumed in copious amounts has an effect similar to drunkeness... i never took you as someone who couldn't handle themselves... shall i excuse you then sir?

"Go ahead miss. Looks like we will be here a while, i'll be chatting to you shortly" exclaimed Tobias.

As he watched the young lady walk away, he noticed her greet another woman. This woman was a pretty brunette, he didn't notice her at the party before, how curious he thought.

He sat down again, keeping his eyes relatively fixed on the two women, pulling out his com device, he got in touch with Alpha teams again.
"Hows it going Alpha team .. any leads ?"
"That will be a negative sir, we are still searching."
"Get satellite scans, and thermal seeking. I don't care what you have to do, this killing had no apparant motive, and no apparant target. Someone is out there to kill someone important. Alpha, raid areas if you have to."

The wwa Alpha Teams were one of the worlds most elite counter-terrorism and counter-insurgency forces. Santini, had previously worked for them during his military career, they were highly funded, well equipped and one of the toughest forces in the game. They would find them no matter what.

*Greeting the brunette warmly with a friendly yet elegant embrace, she quietly whispers to her regional ally...keeping an eye on the young man with the radio and pointing him out once more...

She gets a drink as her partner glides off*

The brunette watches Prince Williams progress across the room with interest...a young prince! Tall, well built, rogueishly good looking.

Gliding across as he talks to his guard she lays a hand on his arm and purrs in his ear, "excuse me, I dont believe we've met?", and hands him a cocktail with a seductive look in her eye..

she twirls, keeping the man with the radio in her line of site, noting the way he glances at her when he thinks shes not looking...

"I'll report it." Erik said as he aproached Mika. "Mi'lday, I have had several reports from my men that there has been a break-in at the top floor. I suggest you dispatch some men to investigate." He handed her the room number and then dully walked back to the UN reprasentative as they chatted about several resolutions.

It was aparant Dumpsterdam forces were mobilizing for some reason, everyone was beginning to look suspicous to Tobias. A rush of paranoia enslaved his mind, and he scrambled to get his com unit out of his pocket.

"Alp .. Alpha team come in"

"This is Alpha team, what do you need sir ?"

"I need to know now, did you hide a cepie in building ... just in case."

"Sir, is something going on there ?"

"No .. not at the moment, but i need to know incase .."

"Well sir, there is a cepie placed in the Mens bathroom, 9mm, silenced. Third Cubacle on the left, there is a loose brick behind is all you will need."

"Thank you Alpha, stay in touch"

Tobias scanned the room again, he wanted to talk to Mika, but she was engaged. He just sat, and remained calm, trying to pre-occupy himself by playing with his phone.

ooc: Cepie is an anagram for Piece.

*nods to her brunette friend as she leaves the room, disappointingly excusing herself from the princes company...

taking out her own phone she looks across at tobias, remarking at his confusion at the unnamed text he has just received

"we all have secrets..."

Tobias looked up, Laura had recieved a message at the exact time he did ...

"Alpha .. is this line secure .."

"Yes, it should be sir .."

"What if its not soldier ?"

"Then there is a possibility that someone is reading this .."

"Well find the hell out !"

Tobias decided to make a move, he walked to the bathroom, he didn't know whether it was instinct or his training that made him wan't to get the piece, but he knew he wasn't about to take any chances.

OOC:Sorry about me... I had to leave. Anyway...
IC:As soon as the gunshot sounded, the Current Gaurd Members(the guys with the steel armor) crowded around Gregory and his wife. Their identification scanners that were built into the head armor swept the area looking for the intruder.

*giggling quetly, knowingly to herself she watches as tobias gets up*

minutes later on his re entry to the room the lights go out and he feels a soft hand on his arm

"follow me or stay with the rest of the sheep"

The words echoed through his mind before he took it in properly, he recognised the voice.

"What the hell do you want with me" he hissed. "I know you have been monitoring my conversation, and let me tell you what a goddamn mistake that is messing with a representative of wwa."

"Tell me why i shouldn't shoot you right now. Alpha Teams would be in here in a second. You think i'm responcible for what happened tonight, don't you."

Ooh temper temper... don't be mad...We are on the same side you and I.

I don't have long... Trust me.

Lets go to that chopper of yours...

If you kill me you'll never know more about me?

"And what side is that ?!" exclaimed tobias. "What about your friend ?", "If we leave now do you know how bad this will look for both our nations ?!".

He looked at her, his eyes adjusting to the darkness, he grabbed his com unit.

"Alpha Team, move now, now, now !"

"Yes sir, we will be on the roof in two minutes, go now."

"Roger that, we're moving, ive brought a friend."

Looking into his eyes she can see he is both intregued and tempted...

*As he sounds his acceptance glass breaks and smoke fills the room with flash bang grenades adding to the confusion. Chaos reigns as people run in all directions, the room a collection of screams and rushing feet*
:mp5:

You made the right choice...

Tobias looked unsure, he wasn't expecting this ... he thought Alpha would guide him and Laura out of the party silently. Not attracting any attention, but i guess beggars can't be choosers.

He made a dash to the stairs, running up to the Alpha members above, not one shot was fired, and he ordered that one wouldn't be fired. The two were halted by an unknown force .. shocked they stood and were threatened to get down on the ground. Alpha team soldiers poured into the room, it looked like a stalemate.

Gripper sees an approaching chopper from the roof opposite the palace.

"Gunter any sight of metal head yet"

"no sir"

"Shite, can you get a clear shot of those choppers"

"Well yeah but it won't do much damage sir"

"Scan the windows can you see any one. maybe if we cause a panic it'll flush some people out."

"look! in the window there is a man fiddling with a loose brick"

"Gunter."

"sir"

" eliminate him."

"Aiming up sir"
:sniper:

At this Enigma taps his wrist, now not the least bit happy. His soldiers rush in, their black Sarkaraset Assault Rifles not reflecting any of the light. Enigma looks around, noting Toer has vanished, and decides to do something unusual.

"Soldiers, get these people out alive. Let the locals know you're trying to help them. D not interfere with the Queen's guards. And get my ship to monitor these fools. We may not be able to interfere, but I want to know exactly what is happening," Enigma said.

Then, he turned and walked out, slowly, enjoying what was happening.

It is always fun to see how humans take something simple and elegant and torlet it up. Maybe I'll open up my own place after I deal with Merlyns. See how much trouble will happen then.

While walking, Enigma begins to whistle an old song, remembering days long past, and glad he had enough sense to have a second car waiting for him.

Erik was still standing, he could not be disorientated by these childish ploys and he was still seeing perfectly in the smoke and he stuffed William under a table and started for the roof top, he had to see what his team was up too.

When he started on the stairs to the roof he noticed two people, holding hands as they walked onto the roof. Erik pushed himself for the door and into the open as he stumbeld after them for a second before regaining his footing. "You two, halt! Where the hell do you think your going?" He said as he noticed the first of the ten naval Stormtroopers standing next to him as they gave him his weapons; a massive six foot blade and a pistol that looked more like a minature AT gun then a pistol.

He then checked if the couple had halted as he nodded for one of the stormtroopers to kneel and raise his LAW.

EDIT: Bloody hell World wide allies you made my freaking post obsolete! *Glares* *punches in ICBM coordinates* *hovers finger over big red button*

EDIT: Bloody hell World wide allies you made my freaking post obsolete! *Glares* *punches in ICBM coordinates* *hovers finger over big red button*

Ooops .. Sorry, i didn't mean too !

Now editted.

LOL NO! NO EDITING!

WE GET AWAY! :eek:

Damn i'm an innocent in all this... *looks at tobias...wonders....*

(But check your telegrams)

LOL NO! NO EDITING!

WE GET AWAY! :eek:

Heh !, sorry, it can't only be us two in this RP :P.

Go ahead, the both of you, the post has been editted.

[tg replied]

"I think were should relocate. I'll get into the palace and finish the job.
Gunter if metal head shows up try and kill him are master is very interested by him"

"Why"

"you should read your mission briefs more."

Gripper walked down to the elevater in to the hotel lobby. 5 minutes later he was crawling up the palaces laundry shoot. He had read the schmatics. Don't worry he thought. Soon victory would be history.

Erik stepped forward, his eight foot posture displaying much perseverance in the goals he had just set. "Now, what the hell is going on here?!" He said as he stood there with his weapons drawn. "I was expecting a FREAKING BALL with good food and drinks! And this is what I get? Jezus christ, how old are you people? Two? I'd say 3 months by the way you've crashed this party."

The RN stormtrooper patted him against his shoulderblade. "Uh sir, I think they want a explanation why your toting that breadknive and cannon, not a rant." Erik glared down upon the sergeant. Watch your words sergeant, watch your words.

He then checked if the couple had halted as he nodded for one of the stormtroopers to kneel and raise his LAW.



*Halted awaiting next reaction*

These things ALWAYS end badly...

I received inteligence something was going to happen at this... Why else would i turn up? Sure enough my suspicions were confirmed, so i was making an exit with my new friend here...any harm?

"Don't blame me goddamn it, thats what i came for. Ever since this bloody assisnation of that representative, this woman has been spying on me, tracing my calls, monitoring my communication." shouted Tobias.

"I was about to make a quiet exit with Alpha team, when she comes up with a conspiracy, and tells us were on the same side. How about she does some explaining huh ?" he went on.

"She is using my resources, for her personal gain, i don't know what in hell is going on."

ooc: As you can see, Tobias isn't as cool and calm as Laura is .. he has always been a bit of a hot head, he can't trust anyone.

K. Gripper walked through the laundry floor and selected the elevator to the office floor. Pulling out his walther he proceeds through the red carpeted corridors till he reaches the Royal arcitechts records. shooting off the the lock Gripper conceals a wad of papers in his fencing jacket. Now to leave the building and hopefully find metal head. If those damn informers were worth the price he payed.
:headbang:

Ok ok this is getting STUPID! You think i did all this? No sorry... you are not bringing me down.

All i know is my side told me to get the hell out the building as soon as that guy was shot...

I knew something was up and i received confirmation from the principality of neme.

She took my car.

I needed transport.

Mr James Bond here bragged so i traced his signal and showed he isn't the only nation with technology.

I may not be the most innocent of people here but it does not make me the guilty party.

"So missy, you are spying on us eh? And let me guess, you not here to do any harm?" Erik chuckeld at his own words as he walked over to the two standing on the roof. "You are not going anywhere untill we find out what the hell is going on. We have had an intruder on the second floor who entered with a rather stylish catsuit so if you would be so kind to both show me your invitations? Oh and sir, you too, in these days you can't be carefull enough." He said to both Tobias and Laura.

*shows shiney invite* Not on you, on my dear associate...

Welcome guest.

I will not let the past infamy of my nation bring me down tonight...And anyway, black catsuits are so last year darling *giggles wryly*

"That will do for now miss, sir?" Erik questioned Tobias.

In the time that the man was looking for his invitation he was already contacting security to have these two arrested.

Tobias handed his information, Erik snatched it from his hand and confirmed it was real.

"I know who the catsuit woman is .." mumbled Tobias ..

"Speak up !" barked Erik

"I KNOW WHO THE CATSUIT WOMAN IS" he shouted .. "I'll tell you, if you let me go and dis-engage against my troops."

"I havent come to cause any harm, i'm made to go to these things you know, but after this espionage, its standard protocol to get outta here. Please."

ooc: Reminder, if your gonna arrest me, your going to have to get past Alpha first.

"Sir, we're detecting someone with a missile launcher on the roof. I'm moving to get a good angle. II can possibly take him out with one shot to the back of the head. Your orders?" a soldier asked over the radio, which Enigma was now holding part of.

"No. Find Toer and take her out. Make it look like an accident. I want Merlyns to be unaware when we strike," Enigma said.

He frowned. Toer could not have gone out any of the entrances on the ground. So where?

Meanwhile, on the roof, Toer herself was watching the whole scene carefully. The guards thought they had it secure, but they did not bother to search very thoroughly. She looked at the one with a LAW and smiled. One attack, one slice, and she could bargain with the copter for freedom.

With that, Toer ran out, knives extending from her wrists, and sliced at the man's neck. Her reactions, due to her cybernetic enhancements, made her faster and stronger than any human had the right to be. Unknown to her was the stray sniper, one of the DLE delegation, who chose that same moment to open fire on where he thought she would be, causing the bullet to strike her in the head at the same time her blades would be slicing through Erik's spine, if they struck him at all.

"Sir, we're detecting someone with a missile launcher on the roof. I'm moving to get a good angle. II can possibly take him out with one shot to the back of the head. Your orders?" a soldier asked over the radio, which Enigma was now holding part of.

"No. Find Toer and take her out. Make it look like an accident. I want Merlyns to be unaware when we strike," Enigma said.

He frowned. Toer could not have gone out any of the entrances on the ground. So where?

Meanwhile, on the roof, Toer herself was watching the whole scene carefully. The guards thought they had it secure, but they did not bother to search very thoroughly. She looked at the one with a LAW and smiled. One attack, one slice, and she could bargain with the copter for freedom.

With that, Toer ran out, knives extending from her wrists, and sliced at the man's neck. Her reactions, due to her cybernetic enhancements, made her faster and stronger than any human had the right to be. Unknown to her was the stray sniper, one of the DLE delegation, who chose that same moment to open fire on where he thought she would be, causing the bullet to strike her in the head at the same time her blades would be slicing through Erik's spine, if they struck him at all.

OoC: I woudn't worry about that realy, the reason I use these guys in charachter RP's only since their blatant, freaking godmods!

IC: Erik easily deflected the now limp body and ran his blade through it, the cybernetic implants revealed her as something not totaly human.
He then turned to the two standing infront of him. "Tobias and Laura, both your names have been noted and your goverment is currently sending the rest of the information on you to my HUD. I will allow you to go for now but you can expect a visit from a DSS agent with a month or so."

With that he picked up the body of the woman and made his way downstairs where he dropped her body with the guy he had seen her enter with. "I do believe this is yours?"

The brunette watches Prince Williams progress across the room with interest...a young prince! Tall, well built, rogueishly good looking.

Gliding across as he talks to his guard she lays a hand on his arm and purrs in his ear, "excuse me, I dont believe we've met?", and hands him a cocktail with a seductive look in her eye..
"No," William smiled rogishly, "I don't balive we have. I'm afraid though that I don't have the honour of your name?"

He would never get it, the room exploded into light as grenades went off, he felt Eriks had begin to push him under the table, and pulled the woman with him, he smiled at her and said, "I don't balive I will get to know your name right now, wait here I'll be back." he drew the sword and went off, following his freinds footsteps.

He caught up with him on the roof, he ducked behind a ventalator and opened his phone, making a quick call to Austian command informing them of what was happening.

Then he stood as Tobias yelled, "I know who the Catsuit woman is,"

"Then," The Prince said, "Tell us who he is, and maybe we shall allow you to leave here, however I see know reason why weshould not get our host's to slap you in irons."

*stands* i think i still have alot of issues with you tobias...will you be leaving alone or do we have more to discuss?

OoC: And I have to go ladies, have fun and don't nuke me!

"Then," The Prince said, "Tell us who he is, and maybe we shall allow you to leave here, however I see know reason why weshould not get our host's to slap you in irons."

"Dumpsterdam is already letting me go ! but i suppose it won't harm anyone telling you who she is. She works for the nation Neme, not much is known about her, you can expect all the information we have on her sen't to your government a.s.a.p."

"Thank you Erik for your Mercy, i am willing to help with the investigation as much as possible."

"Laura ..." he looked deep into her eyes, she was telling the truth. "Lets get out of here, but you have alot to tell me on the way .."

As the two were loaded into the choppers, a soldier alerted the team leaders ..

"Sir, we have intercepted a transmition by some sort of assasins (sp?), they are after someone called "Metal-Head", they are in the building now .. their target could be anyone .."

"Get these two in the choppers, We will brief Dumpsterdam and Aust forces of this development."

After a long breifing, wwa alpha awaited their responce ...

ooc: Bye Dumpsterdam and don't worry, it won't escalate that far !.

Enigma smiles at Erik, who did not need to exit the building and go halfway around the block. He accepts the limp body with a nod, making a mental note to find out who did her in and give them a bonus. Then, seeing how she was damaged, he revised his note to a promotion instead.

"Thank you. The nation that sent her said she was to be my bodyguard. I have plans to make sure they become my subjects for this. The guy who pulled this off is getting a promotion for it. She tried to assassinate me earlier. Guess someone forgot to tell her that not all national leaders have to be alive," Enigma said, chuckling and indicating the hole in his body where one could see his internal circuitry. "Then again, I was built by a far more advanced civilization than the one I rule now because they got stupid before I was activated. So, how did you get ahold of her?"

OOC: Nuking? No worries. Delivering her to me did me a favor. If anything, this could lead to an alliance.

William sighed, so it wasn't so bad after all, "you may go," he smiled, "I am sorry that we could not get to know each other better, but still, I am sure we will meet again," He left the roof and made his way downstairs.

The ball room was a mess, but he didn't mind, the woman was still waiting under the table for him, and he smiled at her to, "Now, where were we? I balive I was finding out your name, I apologise for running off like that, but there was a matter to attend to." His cell phone beeped, and the looked at it, read the words on the screen, and... "Oh Shit." He turned to the woman again, "Sorry, madame for swaring but I think you should leave, it appears we have more than 1 unwelcome visitor."

"Aust and DLE forces, this guy could be after anyone here tonight, i suggest a standard flash and move operation. If Alpha Troops go from the roof down, and Aust + DLE forces move from the basement up, one of us will get him, or we will sure as hell trap him." Exclaimed Alpha Team leader.

"This shouldn't be a problem, at the moment all our figures are targets, so lets work as a team to neutralize the threat, and ask questions later."

"Do you agree?"

OOC: I don't have any forces around just the Prince, but give him some weapons and he can/will do some damage.

The prince seemed un-armed, Alpha forces handed him a state of the art, top secret wwa assault rifle (yet to be released), full armour equipment, grenades, and other essentials.

"Take Alpha Teams 1+2, go from the basement up, check everywhere, I'll be with Alpha Teams 3+4 moving down. Stay in Radio contact. Team 5 will keep guard of the two, and the helo's. More Support is on the way."

"Move out !"

Enigma picked up the radio and replied, "I agree. Attention all DLE special forces: Join in and truggle out. I want these people found. And tell whoever shot Toer they need to see me later about a promotion. Any one not a soldier or trying to kill people are priorities for evacuation."

He sighed, closing his eyes. He had expected an assassination attempt, but the assassin he expected it from was now in the trunk of his limo. Still, he was right: Tonight is interesting.

The DLE forces began to search even harder, while four walked into the room with William. Their leader, Major Bretag, looked at him and nodded. Then Bretag indicated for William and what few people were left to stay behind them.

Meanwhile, the soldier who shot Toer was making his rounds around the building, looking for signs of problems. Then he spotted K. Gripper through a window and pulled back, trying to keep out of sight, while radioing the location of the fourth intruder to the others.

"Sir !, Sir ! transmition, the assassin has been found. Third floor, he is hidden in a room, thinking he wouldn't be spotted through the window. This is direct from DLE forces. What should we do ?" Shouted the communicator

"We get down there now, joint effort to take this fool down, get interogation forces ready." Ordered the team leader.

"Go, Go, Go"

*meanwhile on the way back to her queendom laura explains exactly what is going on* I think we have alot to explain tomorrow....*laughs*

The DLE soldier waits, watching, hoping the guy is caught. Once he is in custody, off to investigate the catsuit and then this will be done. Then, a likely withdrawal of forces from this country.

It was a standard operation from then on, Alpha changed their ago to rubber bullets, flash banged the room and took him down. In next to no time he was cuffed and ready to be taken to an international jail where wwa, catatc, aust, dumpsterdam and dle forces could interrogate him, to find out what was really going on.

This was wwa cue to move out, there have been no casualties during the operation and wwa will be sending a cash transfer to Aliana for the damage done to the building.

[wwa has officially wired $20 million to the Aliana government, for repairs, and an extra $5 million in apology.]

Tobias, Laura, The assassin and other witnesses will be interrogated shortly.

ooc: I'm going now, besides this RP is pretty finished. Thanks guys, nice work ! :D

((I apologize to everyone for leaving in the middle of this- I had classes, and I'm not used to roleplays going so fast '~' Thanks for ending this so neatly, and for covering up for my absence. I'd make an end post of my own, but as you said this is kinda over.

Well, practice makes perfect, I'll try and do better next time. Thanks again
-Gryph))

"Sir, assassin captured. It appears all is wrapped up here. We suspect the source of the catsuit is benign. Orders?" came Bretag's voice through the radio.

"Wrap it up. We'll be sending money to the Aliana government in apology for this and other chaos our arrival and subsequent actions caused. It appears the catsuit got away this time," Enigma said.

He then frown, accessing his computers to wire Aliana $25 million for what happened here tonight, both in apology and for repairs. His soldiers would help in the interrogation, but the immediate concern was over. Now, he had a war to finish and another to start elsewhere.

OOC: This is wrapping up quickly. It appears everything is finished.

((Ah, one more thing))

Repairs to the buildings and surrounding area are made quickly, and Aliana gratefully sends back all extra funds not used in the repairs, along with a request to establish formal diplomatic ties and embasies in WWA, DLE and Catatc.

Queen Anita IV sends her personal thanks to all parties who helped bring down the assasins.

Ihaba stepped out of the shower, the last bits of smoke and sweat washed from her body.

On her bed, her M-TCOD downloaded the last bits recorded at the "party". On the desk, chilling, were two bottles of champagne she had "liberated" during the confusion, along with enough finger foods to make a good light night snack.

"I should be used to it," she mused to herself. "The party is crashed, the boat sinks, the event turns into a firefight. Ah well, at least it wasn't a complete loss."

She popped the cork on one of the bottles and poured herself a glassful.

"To modern international diplomacy." She drank. "Not bad. Could use a bit more atmosphere."

For the moment, she ignored the red flashing light on her M-TCOD. Another assignment would be for tomorrow. Today was for a bit of television and bunny slippers.

Unseen, a figure watched from the shadows. At last, he'd found them. Could they sense his presence? He'd been careful, he was sure of that. His hand reached inside his tux, briefly resting on the cold metal of his pistol. No - now was not the time. Besides, what was on the disc was far more deadly.

He stepped silently backwards.................and dissapeared......

((Condiville, the party is over, as is this RP...))

OOC: Not yet, theresb still the manner of the Catsuit intruder to catch.

IC: William walked behind the leaving troops, waiting for a chopper to arrive to take him to Aust. The he rembered, "What about the intruder in the catsuit!" He exclaimed, "We still havn't caught her," Then he rembered, the strange bruinett he had seen, it had been funny how she had only just arrived...

It had to be her, had to be, he turned and sprinted back into the hall.

OOC: Name, now would be a good time to post.

:sniper:

The plans were secure. After nearly getting shot by the alpha team he was lucking to remain alive. Still he had done his job. The schematics were his. Where was Gunter then. Probably dead or captued. KIA. He made a mental note for his report. No closer to metal head. The schematics would be usful. Now non of Aliena's government buildings were unmapped and what with its new policy of diplomacy who know how many nations the organization could infiltrate.The general was still alive so the distraction had failed. Well that was a lie, shooting that diplomat had sent things sky high. Good old Gunter.

Boarding a train under his alias he was leaving the country. Perhaps for him perhaps for good. But not for history. That had been secured tonight.

~Incomming electronic transmission~
An embassy exchange is acceptable. Please make it a point to send along heavily armed guards. Due to the location of our nation, we will need to transport you there. It is enough of a distance away you are not likely to have it pointed out on any map.
-Dictator Enigma
~End communcation~