NationStates Jolt Archive

"$^!&" Felix swore as he read the information from the Vrakian Intelligence, Port Olympus did not like the Cheka. The Cheka schemed and manipulated, and quite frequently their goals were not in keeping with those of the rest of Klatch.

He did though have some connections up top now though, he picked up his phone, pressing one of a vast array of direct dial numbers, mostly to Provincial Government Ministers. This one was different though, "Ah. Inner Consul, do you have a moment?..."

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There were very few people in Dyelli Beybi who Felix Dzerzhinsky couldn't intimidate. Lunchtime O'Booze was not among them. He didn't like Dzerzhinsky, but he found the man positively frightening in his fanatacism. He was sure Felix would do anything for 'the Revolution'. This time though, the Commisaar had seemed quite reasonable.

It seemed some unfortunate Neo Tyran had ended up cosy with the Cheka, and had been arrested by Vrakians in Kyrall. The Cheka were unhappy that the Vrakians had impeded their work, but weren't going to pursue it (although O'Booze had a feeling they might be plotting some unpleasantness for the Vrakians involved), they did though, want the man released.

So O'Booze, sent a letter to the Landgravine, a positively obnoxious woman, with about as much community spirit as a hyena. O'Booze kept grudges, and she had got him removed from the Privy Council once already. He strongly suspected she'd simply refuse his request on the grounds that he'd made it. He also strongly suspected Felix would see red when he was refused.

He didn't like Felix and he didn't like the Landgravine, and they were set on a collision course. All in all Lunchtime O'Booze was having a very good day.

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To: Chairperson of the Privy Council, the Landgravine of Alcona and Hubris
From: The Inner Consul of the Privy Council.
Subject: Missing Cheka Assett in JDF Custody

It is my understanding JDF forces are currently holding a Neo Tyran citizen under the name of Lance Vassal. It has recently come to my attention that this person is also regarded as a 'friendly' by the Cheka, who had him under their protection, prior to his arrest by Vrakian forces.
The Cheka feels he would be of enormous use in diffusing the positively explosive situation in Neo Tyr at the moment, and have requested of me that we, the voting members of the Privy Council, have the man released as soon as possible. They have also pointed out to me that the only 'secret' Cheka information the man knows is the whereabouts of the Neo Tyran princess.

Regards,
Generalfeldmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze

The Landgravine looked a bit puzzled at the memo. I didn't know the Vrakians had turned over any POWs to the JDF Was her only thought. A call into the Octogon's office of POWs turned out to have no listing the individual. Obviously he had either given a false name or his name had not yet but updated in the central computer records. Of course, neither the Landgravine, nor the Octogon knew about Vassel now being a POW of the Alconian Navy.
Although they might have figured it out if O'Booze had mentioned the Klatchian Marshalls or the Federal Arrest Warrant.

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To:General O'Booze, Inner Klatchian Consul
From: Landgravine Hubris, Outer Consul
Subject: JDF Prisoner Lance Vassal
CC: Benji House, Felix Dzerzhinsky

General, first you could have made a call over to the Octogon yourself about a JDF POW. You are a memeber of the Privy Council and you do have the right.

However, they have no record of said individual in our custody. The odd thing is that the JDF presently has no record of any POW transfers from Vrakian forces to their custody. Which says that somehow he fell off the paperwork grid along with the missing documentation of the transfer. I have included with this memo an offical order allowing you to assign somone to search and find said individual in JDF custody. It only needs their name and your co-signiture.

I would suggest sending them to the JDF Office of Prisoners with some more information. Such as where Vassel was arrested by the Vrakians and where he was transfered to JDF custody.

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Vice Admiral Fitz-Hume stood on the dock in his JDF uniform and looked about. "Great a bloody back water..." Like most Olympians he really regarded himself as better bred and more cosmipolitian than the rest of the world. Which really was just an artifice of a people who had been ruled first by the Ursa lords, then the Vrakians, and now the whole damn Klatch. Being everyone else's pawns in Klatchian politics had made them even more arogant then the Vrakians.

O'Booze of course signed the papaer and sent it off, vaguely wondering who he'd get to look into this case. He didn't think Felix was lying to him, which made this very interesting. Either there was some kind of conspiracy going on, or the JDF was even less well organised than the Dyellian military during restructuring, losing a POW, it was unheard of, it was nearly as bad as losing a Regiment!

Just to jolly things along a little, he decided it was probably best to take the initiative in one thing at least, contacting the Cheka and getting a picture of Vassal sent to him. He then contacted JDF Logistics, asking that a poster featuring the photo and a small caption, reading;

"Wanted! Have you seen this man? Please ask your CO to send word to the Offices of the Inner Consul Immediately. Reward for any leads leading to the whereabouts of this man.
NOTE: This man is not to be harmed in any manner which may lead to death.";

be sent to all units that had or were currently serving in Neo Tyr. He hoped the COs would hope to sort out the myrriad of time wasters who would contact the offices, he'd probably need to take on more staff. Then again the Cheka would probably be more than happy to sort through the mail themselves...

In distant Arn-Maciska Elgiva deMa'iska, Princess of the Imperial Family (extended), First Minister of the Imperial Government, and consumer of some of the most potent coffee known to man, nodded with satisfaction at the intercepted reports coming from the IRC.

A royal intervention... who would have thought the kid would have done that...? she mused. The King-Emperor was a bit of a wild card in Imperial Politics. It was commonly considered safer not to prod him, in case he went off in an unexpected way.

Here, though, the result had been relatively good; people were getting helped, the Tyrinians were being saved, and the Empire wouldn't have the taint of slavery on its lily-white hands.

No, she thought with a snort, we don't have dirt on our hands, like the Tyrnians, or blood, like the Klatchians. No, we have water on our hands. Like Pilate... though it was a way out of that moral dilemma...
"Madam First Minister?" the voice of her secretary interrupted the First Minister's train of thought. "The Treasurer is here to see you. Again."
The First Minister sighed. Some things never ended.
"Send him in."

The Logistics officer walked down the hall and into the printing shop. A young woman looked up from the counter at the young lieutenant.

"Can I help you lieutenant?" She asked in a bright cheery voice.

"I've got to get some twelve hundread posters made..." He tossed a disk onto the counter

"What size..." the female clerk took the disk and inserted it into her terminal.

"Don't know...normal poster size..."

She looked at the photo and writing. "Well, were backed up on orders at the moment...what priority?"

"High, this came from the Inner consuls office..."

"Alright, I should have them ready for mailing by tommorrow afternoon."

"Great..."

"Well here start filling out the form..." She pointed to a small computer terminal at the end of the counter.

Lord Haart looked around for a moment. "Well, we're in an Archipelago," he muttered, referring to the small islands that were dotted around, "So I assume its Neo Tyr."

He paced for a moment. "If so, I'd assume we're somewhere in the West Seas heading... east." He said, reading the sun.

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Vassal groggily awoke in the Alconian ship and rubbed his eyes. He wasn't a morning person. He missed the start of the little conversation but he caught that he was a POW. Again. He resisted a sigh, but then heard something about, "Welcome to the United Duchies," or at least to that effect. <i>United Dutch- Alconia and Hubris. Oh God, I'm still far from Isle Vassilian...</i>

And as a completely off topic little addition, Commissar Dashwood would find Ross Kajar in the police station near the government building, reading over some paperwork.

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It was a rather common riot in Easterling. Well, perhaps not common. The crowd was larger than it usually was- it represented the growing amount of dissatisfied people. The riot was doing what all good Tyrinian riots did; one man stood on a makeshift stand and yelled propaganda while the masses periodically yelled something back. As chance would have it, however, Grant Dart was passing throught the very road. A young organizer of the rally recognized him and sprinted to his location. "Lord Dart! My lord Dart!" He called out.

Dart really wasn't in the mood for this. His little daughter, bless her heart, had a terribly sore thought and if he had his way he'd stay at home with her. The organizer smiled. "Ah, lord Dart! I'm Bernard Morton, organizer of this rally. I suppose you heard about the rally and decided to come?" He said hopefully.

"No," Dart said bluntly and coldly.

The organizer frowned briefly. "Oh...? Erm... Well, we're holding a rally. To kick out the outlanders. It's pretty big, you see." He looked down, as if to gather courage, "Erm... Lord Dart, perhaps you could speak. Say a few choice words on these Klatichans?"

Dart nodded. "Oh, I'll say some choice words all right." He said sharply.

Morton's face lit up. "I knew you would, lord Dart! Come, follow me!"

The organizer quickly led Dart up to the podium and shushed the crowd for a moment. "Everyone, we have a very special guest with us, proving that even the higher-ups hate the outlanders. It is with my honor I present to you lord Grant Dart!"

The crowd roared and cheered for a great time, while Dart rolled his eyes and taped his foot. He hated public speaking like this. The crowd settled and he picked up the microphone. "You're all a bunch of <i>fools!</i>" He yelled.

The rather surprised crowd stopped cheering for a moment, confused why Dart had had this sudden change of heart. "Dear God! All of you sitting around here yelling? It's the most damn unproductive thing I've ever seen!"

Morton gave a rather nervous laugh. "L-lord Dart, surely you know we're protesting the outland blight upon out god-given land and country!" He said, the last part directed to the crowd, to reenergize them.

"So what's the point? What are you going to accomplish? You think that because you throw out some angry words and wave some angry signs the outlanders will have a sudden change of heart and leave? Hell no! They're not going to leave for a great while, and a bunch of angry kids like you aren't going to force them out!" Dart hollered.

"I know you hate the outlanders- I do too, but right now we can't do a damn thing! So, it is rather for us to try to make things better around here. It is for us to improve our situation. The economy and Kyrall are our tasks, and they're not getting any better with you all sitting here and yelling. So run along! Get out of here! Go forth and make a better future for Neo Tyr, because you're as sure as hell not going to make one here!" He finished.

With that, he stormed off the podium, muttering something. He now disillusioned crowd lingered for a moment, tried to protest again, and soon dispersed. Grant Dart had single handedly reduced much tension in Easterling. But up on the podium, Bernard Morton had a scowl. He picked up his phone and dialed a quick number. "This is Morton," he said in a low voice, "And I believe we have found a new enemy to the liberation front..."

Lord Vassel's jailer finally got the grogy Neo Tyrian to change into the sweats and disappeared with the Lord's cloathing.

Vassel was then served his normal breakfast of bacon, oatmeal, and juice.

Two hours later the sargent reappeared with an orange colored flight suit and a garment bag. "You need to change into this for your flight..." he pushed forward the flight suit. "You have a lunchan appointment."

Thrity minutes later Vassel found himself on the deck of the aircraft carrier being loaded into a rotodyene with two guards and his new garment bag. "Have a good trip your Lordship..."

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The Cheka were watching the demonstration, the way they watched everything. The Dyellians didn't look THAT different from the Neo Tyrans, if they could lose the trademark accent, they could hang around the outskirts of a crowd. Dart was a bit of a worry, in fact they liked people demonstating. It was when they stopped demonstrating that they became a problem, and Dart seemed to be promoting a violent solution. Details of the event were quietly filed in the Easterling HQ.

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Elsewhere another Cheka agent was still feeling rather irritated, but was trying not to let it show. Dashwood found Kajar in a police Station of all places. Neo Tyrans were a bolshy lot, and she was expecting more or less the same behaviour from Kajar, and she wasn't in the mood for it, "Now before you bite my head off for being an invading Sand Rat, I've actually come to apologise for my own behaviour when we met at the docks the other day."

She said it in a rush, she clearly didn't particularly want to be talking to Kajar... it was qually clear there was something else she wanted to say, but was holding back on for one reason or another.

Lance Vassal wasn't very keen on letting go of his Fleet Commander uniform. Uniforms were a pretty important thing in Neo Tyr, and if you had one you were supposed to always keep it on and in good form. If you were a police officer on a humid Takahavano midday in the summer and were frying to death, well that'd be too damn bad because you had a uniform and you were going to wear it.

The breakfast was off for Vassal, mainly because there was bacon. Bacon was pretty expensive in Neo Tyr, something you certainly wouldn't feed to a POW. The reality he was not in Neo Tyr hadn't sunk in yet, it seemed.

The rotodyne was something he had never even seen before. Vassal had never seen anything like it in his life. Neo Tyr didn't operate any of those. He wasn't really sure on what is was for, and he certainly didn't trust it, but he had to go on it, so he did.

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Elsewhere, Haart looked around the sea. "Hmm...?" He muttered looking west. The horizon was a bit... dark. For a brief area, the hazy blue where the sky met the sea was a dark grayish blue.

He shook his head. "Well, we couldn't've asked for better weather in May, I suppose...", he said sitting down.

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Dashwood had a bit of difficulty getting into the station, but finally was allowed to see Kajar as long as there was an escort of two armed guards. The police didn't trust Dashwood at all. When she finally reached Kajar's office (A converted conference room) she would find Kajar tired and looking over a rather thick ledger.

Kajar looked up and saw his visitor, and gave a thin, tired smile when he heard what she had said. "No, no, there's no need to apologize..." He paused, trying to find a readable rank badge. Outlanders had confusing ranking systems, "... Miss Dashwood. You had every right to be angry. It is I who should apologize. I should have watched my tongue in front of you Dyellians more closely, and for that I am sorry. But I do sense that's not the only reason you're here."

300 nautical miles from Bear Island

The sizable fleet drew closer to the Tyrinian islands claimed by Vrak. No other visible forces were nearby and so the crews of the ships were in a state of semi-relaxation. Course, once they drew closer they would be ready since Neo Tyr was still considered a war zone. Accompanying and within the protective core of the fleet were several transport ships. These ships were not the usual logistical support vessels that accompanied each projection fleet, but housed several engineering battalions, heavy equipment, building materials and, it was rumoured, some extremely long-range artillery that could reach the other islands.

It was only a matter of time before the islands would be transformed into a Vrakian likeness.

"I don't know if you know this." Dashwood began,"But I'm currently the CO for the Cheka stationed on this island, however I've been recalled to Dyelli Beybi, they're sending someone new out, don't know who it is yet."

She didn't look entirely unhappy at the prospect of leaving, "Anyway, with your permission of course I was hoping to give you a liason Officer from the Cheka, just for a week or two, you know, to help keep the channels of communication open between the local Police and Dyellian garrison."

She was in fact, inventing this all on the spur of the moment, the truth was she was trying to keep a certain Commisaar out of the way until she could make sure they got a transfer back to Dyelli Beybi as well. If the situation blew up in her absence, only bad things could come of having that one lurking around...

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Meanwhile Cooper did nothing. His obsession with the Neo Tyrans being an 'honourable people' had frozen his garrison into innactivity. The Cheka meanwhile continued to send reports reccomending he fortify and consolidate his position, reports which were ignored.

Reports also went back to Cyro reccomending Cooper be sent home. The Army, which saw the Neo Tyr situation as fairly embarresing, replied that that was impossible at the time, due to restructuring, and generally turned a blind eye. In truth they just didn't want the publicity associated with a change in Commander.

Juliet Seabrook was confused. The Vrakians were sailing north, to the Isle of Bears for some damned reason. It seemed like they wanted to set up a permanent presence and with her sources it seemed like they had some sort of 'super cannon'. That’s where it became odd for her.

To Juliet, the Vrakians were powerful stupid. For some reason they wanted to keep hordings in Neo Tyr, out in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no strategic advantage. The Vrakian planners must have seen that it'd be expensive and rather unrewarding to keep Neo Tyr. Plus trying to keep permanent holdings was just poking the beehive of civilian resistance. Sadly enough, the Vrakins would soon see why any land worth living on in Neo Tyr was already urbanized to hell. Good luck with those mudslides, she thought snidely.

Yet her pompousness faded away when she realized the situation. The outlanders were going to try to stay. This was not acceptable. She supposed that Great House Seabrook would join Hemlock and Trisken to help make Neo Tyr as unappealing as possible towards the outlanders. And if those walruses tried to stop them this embarrassing occupation would take another turn for the worse.

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In Easterling, Kajar listened to Dashwood. When he heard she would be leaving, he frowned for a moment. "I see." he said simply with a hint of disappointment in his voice.

He was suspicious of this 'liaison officer' the Comis-whatever had mentioned, but didn't let it show. Although he accepted the fact the outlanders had most power better than his kinsmen, he still retained a great amount of suspicion to anyone 'different', like all good Tyrinians had these days. "If you see it best, I don't see why not." was his reply to the proposal.

"I'm putting Commisaar Baldwin under you, unless you have any problems with that?" the young Commisaar paused, considering Kajar for a moment, "You remember her, a little bit taller than me, came over from Kyrall with you."

"Anyway." she paused, considering, whether to speak her mind, then eventually deciding to, "Try not to get her killed, if the worst comes to the worst, absolutely don't let anyone take her prisoner, that would be bad for everyone."

She didn't clarify this, if Kajar wanted answers he could try to beat them out of Baldwin, "Anyway." she smiled hugging herself through the thick army greatcoat she was wearing, "I have a plane to catch, damn I'll be happy to be back somewhere where it's actually warm during the day. I'll probably be back here though, just as soon as I find where the Vrakians have put that Vassal fellow."

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There were lots of goings on in Neo Tyr. The latest news was the arrival of JDF investigators (backed up by Cheka, just so everyone knew which State was calling the shots on this one). It was a long drawn out process. They were hunting among the Klatchian units for signs of Lance Vassal. First stop was the Vrakians, the ones who were last known to have him...

Another Memo had also been sent to all Klatchian States involved in the conflict along with all JDF units;


From: The Offices of the Inner Consul
To: All Unit Commanders
Subject: Prisoners of War
In the name of the Security of the Federation of Klatch, it is hereby required that an examination of ALL Neo Prisoners of War be undertaken. ALL Prisoners of War of Noble rank are to be immediately sent to Fasta Benj for processing and repatriation. This process is necessary for the Stability of the Neo Tyran State.
A full investigation will be launched into the Military Practices of any State failing to comply. This is of extreme importance for the safety of all Klatchian forces in Neo Tyr, such a failure to comply would undoubtedly be regarded as willful endangerment of fellow Klatchians.
Regards,
Lunchtime O'Booze

OOC: Does this include Rebels caught ages ago?

The Rotodyene had approached an island, a large island about 1/3 the size of Madagascar and then landed near the south end of the island. Large feilds of cotton grew on one side while some sort of orchard with large spread trees grew on the other. Vassel was transfered to a range rover and driven about three miles.

The manor house (http://www.cancerresearchuk.org/10k/media/venueimg/BlenheimSouthfront.jpg) that they approached was obviously a magficicant construction. As Vassel arrived a butler in a formal attire opened the door,
"Welcome your lordship. Lord Bothwell is delighted that he could meet a fellow national patriot and military leader."

The butler picked up the garment bag and walked to the door. A footman took the bag. "This is Andrew my lord, He will be your valet while you stay with us." The sandy haired youth gave a short bow to Vassel.

"Andrew please show Lord Vassel to his room so that he may change back into his uniform to meet with Lord Bothwell."

Vassel was led upstairs and to a large, ornate bedroom. His valet helped him out of the flight suit and back into his uniform.

Then he was escorted back downstairs into a long, paneled dinning room. At one end was a large bay window with a smaller table set for lunch.

A huge man, six foot four with the upper body of a barrel of rum stood up. He was finely dressed in a white silk suit obviously tailor made for his frame. The man's bellowing voice seemed to fill the room without him even shouting.

"Ah, Lord Vassel welcome, Lord Bothwell at your service..." He approached and shook Vassel's hand. "Oh, before I forget." He pulled a peice of paper from his jacket and handed it to the Neo Tyrian.

"Your release papers. Seems that Felix want's his hand on you again. Personally I think he wants to feed you to a pet croc since the Deyllians are all but pulling out of Neo Tyr. Likely your Princess wouldn't play ball with a bunch of over hyper peaseants with a pentant for murdering their betters.

To: General O'Booze
From: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
Subject: Noble P.O.W.s
Under my acting rank as General of the Joint Defense Forces as part of the Neo Tyr managment plan enacted by both yours and Landgravine Hubris's signiture. I will inform you that I had a Noble of the name Lance Vassel, Lord of Vassel of the State of Neo Tyr transfered to my custody recently. Of course I also released him, as shown in the enclosed document.

Now do you wish me to re-arrest him and send him to Fasta Benji? Or maybe the Checka should just come here.

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Of course by now Felix knew by now. Felix knew five minutes after Vassel arrived where he was. And the Checka did not have any cells in the area, since it had always been hard to effecitley pentrate that rual part of Cawahaba in the first place.

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OOC: So you just let Fitz-Hume cool his heels for all this time. And JDF investigators? Who would those be? All the investigators at your desposal are Marshals not any JDF personel...you can start making them but.

Fitz-Hume walked into residence of the Princess of Neo Tyr. "Admrial Fitz-Hume of the Klatchian Federation to see the Princess."

[In the book-lined study of His Divine Worship, Theocrat of Parologicistan. The Theocrat and his Chief of Staff, Cardinal Arengorff, are discussing matters of state and drinking cognac out of enormous snifters.

The Theocrat is a dignified, kindly looking man in his early 60s, with a full head of grey hair and a moustache. He is slightly overweight but appears to be in good shape for a man his age.

Cardinal Arengorff is very think and wrinkly, and speaks with a rasp. He only has hair on the left side of his head, which he combs over the right.]

Cardinal: The press will want to know what we are doing about the Pechankan Heresy at the press conference tomorrow.

Theocrat: Its a non-issue. The Heresy only precludes access to the six highest degrees of Heaven, which is not bad as far as heresies go. And besides, we would be better off spending the heresy-fighting money on better religious education in primary schools - and prevent more heresy in the long run.

C: Of course, Your Divinity. But that is not how the public sees it. They want something done now.

T: True. We will need a distraction, I suppose.

C: Yes, and I have an idea. Do you know about the Klatchian invasion of Neo Tyr?

T: No. Should I?

C: Not really. It does not concern us at all, which makes it perfect.

[The conversation is interrupted as a young, slender and very visibly pregnant girl - she is in her late teens and has supermodel looks - walks in.]

Girl: I am feeling tired, darling. I am going to bed.

[The Theocrat rises and holds her close to him.]

T: Good night baby girl. I might up for a bit - have some work to do.

G: OK sweetheart.

T: [Kisses her forehead.] I love you.

G: I love you too sweetie.

[She leaves.]

T: [To Arengorff] You still don't approve, do you?

C: No. No Theocrat has married for four hundred years.

T: It is not forbidden by The Scriptures - and plenty of my predecessors had mistresses and children anyway. But this matter is now beyond discussion. Where were we?

C: The Klatchians and Neo Tyr. Their war has nothing to do with us, so it might be a perfect distraction to the Pechankan matter.

T: What do you have in mind?

C: We will get one of our pet reporters to ask you to comment - as one of the first questions. Respond to that with one of your rousing sermons - give them a good sermon about the evils of war. Make it long enough that once its over, there is no time for more questions.

Tell them you are sending a message to the participants urging peace, and offering to send a medical company for neutral, humanitarian purposes - and of course throw in a few missionaries - we can use overseas converts. This should get the medias attention.

T: That sounds good - but they may still be asking about the heresy.

C: Yes. But I took the liberty of asking Professor Tusangee to help us?

T: Tusangee? The most boring professor of theology in the universe?

C: That's him. Bring him to the next press conference, and when someone asks about the Pechankan Heresy, set the Professor loose. This should lose their attention.

T: That just might work. Well, I have a sermon to prepare. Good night and thank you, Cardinal.

C: Good night, Your Divinity. [bows and leaves]

T: [Pours himself another cognac] Assholes.

O'Booze was more than a little happy... so was Dzerzhinsky for that matter. With the recent accident/assassination attempt or whatever it was that had happened to the Landgravine, O'Booze had been expecting the Alconians to blatantly ignore all his requests, although apparently they were being reasonable for once, "How do you want to collect the stray?" the Inner Consul asked. He was on the phone to the Commisaar.

"We'll send a plane over, we'll drop him in Seagate for a few days, give him the five star treatment, then send him back to Easterling." Dzerzhinsky was unusually cheerful, that always made O'Booze suspicious.

"Right, fine, I'll tell Cooper he can expect the Lord Vassal in one piece after all."

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To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: The Offices of the Inner Consul
Subject: Lord Vassal
A thousand thanks! Klatch will eternally be in your debt! We have no intention of arresting the man, but if you could have him stay around until we can arrange for a pilot to collect him and repatriate him to Neo Tyr, it would be enormously apreciated.
Regards,
Lunchtime O'Booze

To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Number 36 Bomber Squadron, Christchurch
CC: Offices of the Inner Consul, Benjia House
Subject: Lord Vassal
I have been assigned the task of collecting the Lord Vassal. He will be flown to Seagate for a brief meeting with the Cheka, before being repatriated. The Dyellian Authorities wish to know when a good time to collect the Lord would be? Once it is negotiated, a copy of the Flight Plan to Jesuitlem will be forwarded to you.
Yours, with the greatest respect,
Flight Lieutenant Christian Regis.

(OOC: Dyellian Transport Squadrons are also called Bomber Squadrons. 36 is a Transport Squadron.)

To: General O'Booze
From: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
Subject: Lord Vassel

Sir, I must protest the envolvement of the Checka in this matter. The Lord Vassel is a subject of the Princess of Neo Tyr and therefore under my protection also. If the Checka feels that they have the ability to arrest, or detain, anyone within the United Duchies just because you happen to be the Inner Consul I shudder at the future of the Federation

The Checka have no legal authority here, nor are they allowed to deliever Federal Warrents. If the IIS attempting anything remotely as ridiculus as this blatent violation of state's rights upon Deyllian Territory there would be war.

Either the Checka can go through proper channels or interview him here under my protection. Otherwise, I will repatriate the Lord when I go to meet with the Neo Tyrian Parliament.

With Respects,
Lord Bothwell of Cawahaba.

O'Booze's mood sunk when he read the telegram. He'd never wanted to appoint Bothwell Regent, and now he was behaving like a typical puffed up upstart, trying to throw his weight around. He had certainly never told Bothwell the Cheka intended to arrest Vassal, mostly because that would be blatantly untrue. They were more likely to give him a medal. O'Booze was tired of ignorant Klatchians, who just generally assumed the Dyellians were up to no good on the principle of the matter. Obviously it wouldn't do if O'Booze sent a rude letter to Bothwell, but he knew somebody who could.

Adam Julius had once worked for the Ministry of the Occult, he was probably still affiliated with them. Recently though he'd ended up in Port Olympus, as the real power behind the Dyellian Keys. Julius was the real envoy from Dyelli Beybi. He was the one who negotiated all the side deals with States and Corporations. He was also the one who relayed the info onto the Keys, telling them what the Dyellian Government wanted done. He was also well known to be anti-Cheka, but highly Nationalistic. There was some suspicion he had links to the Gladius Dominii, which might go some way to explaining the anti-Cheka sentiments...


To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Dyelli Beybian Consulate, Port Olympus
Subject: Lord Vassal

It would be considered best, Bothwell, if you got your facts straight before accusing the Inner Consul of corruption.

There is no Cheka arrest warrant for Vassal. He was however working alongside a Cheka Officer from CSD-2, before being illegally arrested, despite being under the protection of Dyelli Beybi, and brought into your custody. We understand CSD-2 is most anxious to speak to Lord Vassal in regards to laying criminal charges against the persons responsible as well as brief him on the latest news from his home country.

Mr Vassal, is still under the protection of the Dyellian State, and as such any further attempts to detain him will be viewed very harshly by both the Government of that State and the Inner Consul.

This evening I will be relaying on my report on the matter to the Provincial Parliament in Cyro. Unless we see some more co-operation on your part, there will be an attached note reccomending they look into the posibility of laying charges against you for illegal inprisonment of a person under diplomatic protection.

Regards,
Adam Julius
Consular General for the United Socialist Republics in Port Olympus

OOC Note: Gladius Dominii is a conspiracy that will be expanded upon in a later thread.

To: Adam Julius,Dyelli Beybian Consulate, Port Olympus
CC: General O'Booze, Inner Consul of the Federation
Subject: Lord Vassal.
From: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr

I seem to have been misunderstood. As such I will attempt to be clearer in this matter:

Item 1:
It would be considered best, Bothwell, if you got your facts straight before accusing the Inner Consul of corruption

I did not accuse the Inner Consul of corruption. I demanded to my superior, the Inner Consul, that he stop the Checka from violating the rights of a fellow State in this matter. I also informed him that I had no intention of simply handing over Lord Vassel upon their whim and demands. Espcially since his previous request indicated the participation of either the JDF or Klatchian Marshals, as illustrated below. Although, I did deduce that it was the Checka that desired him since O'Booze is in Port Olympus but I was receiving a thanks from Benji House.

Item 2: I again quote you:
There is no Cheka arrest warrant for Vassal. He was however working alongside a Cheka Officer from CSD-2, before being illegally arrested, despite being under the protection of Dyelli Beybi, and brought into your custody. We understand CSD-2 is most anxious to speak to Lord Vassal in regards to laying criminal charges against the persons responsible as well as brief him on the latest news from his home country.

As I have no information upon this illegal 'arrest', nor its legality. I will point out that I located him as a prisoner of war which is what I was informed by the Inner Consul that you were looking for. Which does seem to fit with his apparent military duties. Now suddenly I am presented with an illegal arrest case? I would like to point out that a P.O.W. is not someone who was 'arrested'. Which says that he should have been a legal prisoner of whoever arrested him, not a P.O.W. I personally find this all quite strange.

Nor have I stopped CSD-2 from speaking to Lord Vassal. I have only refused to 'turn him over' as though he were still a prisoner, which is how the letter from the Bomber wing read. I quote their telegram:

I have been assigned the task of collecting the Lord Vassal. He will be flown to Seagate for a brief meeting with the Cheka, before being repatriated. The Dyellian Authorities wish to know when a good time to collect the Lord would be? Once it is negotiated, a copy of the Flight Plan to Jesuitlem will be forwarded to you.

This sounds as an illegal act of detention of a Neo Tyrian nobleman by the Checka recast an 'interview'. Obviously, I became concerned that an 'inteview' would become an interogation and then an arrest. It seemed odd that the Checka wished to divert a Neo Tyrian nobleman from being repatriated to Neo Tyr, as I quote my superior:

ALL Prisoners of War of Noble rank are to be immediately sent to Fasta Benj for processing and repatriation. This process is necessary for the Stability of the Neo Tyran State.....
This is of extreme importance for the safety of all Klatchian forces in Neo Tyr, such a failure to comply would undoubtedly be regarded as willful endangerment of fellow Klatchians.

Fasta Benji is Klatchian Territory, not part of the State of Dyelli Beybi. However I thought that this was a demand of the Checka and not the JDF, nor the Klatchian Marshals. His being sent to be interviewed by the Checka, an orginization not known for its treatment of noble detainees and prisoners is what I protested.

Item 3: Again I quote you:

Mr Vassal, is still under the protection of the Dyellian State, and as such any further attempts to detain him will be viewed very harshly by both the Government of that State and the Inner Consul.

As Lord Vassal is a Neo Tyrian nobleman he is naturually a leige of the Princess of Neo Tyr and therefore under my protection as Regent of Neo Tyr. I will not send him to any state, even one that declares he is under their protection, without his permission.

The assumption that I am holding him against his will is decidely slanderous. The only thing that has a grip upon him at the moment is apparently sleep and exauhstion. He fell asleep upon arrival at my home as such he has not been able to decide where he wants to go from here.

Based on the above information provided by yourself and the Inner Consul I propose the following:

Lord Vassel will remain here until he has regained his mental abilities and can make a coherent choice:

Since he is not a prisoner, suspect, or person of intrest, but a witness and victim, Lord Vassal will have the right to decide if he wishes to travel to Seagate or return to Neo Tyr with me.

The Checka may interview him here, if he decides to stay, to gather evidence in their investigation.

I can see no problems with this solution based on the facts given. Unless the Checka are saying that I am the one who issued an illegal arrest warrant? In which case I must demand that such slander be met by a duel upon the feild of honor.

To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Dyelli Beybian Consulate, Port Olympus
Subject: Lord Vassal

Since we are in the business of exploiting the fallacy of equivocation in our arguments, I fell compelled to quote your own Statement;

Lord Vassel will remain here until he has regained his mental abilities

As evidence that you are willfully holding him prisoner against his will. I am not fully informed as to your part in this, but what I do know is that Lord Vassal was arrested by a Vrakian Officer who refused to give name, rank or serial number, while being escorted to his private jet by an Officer of the Cheka. We further know that there is no propper record of this arrest in JDF records of the events in Neo Tyr. This implies that the so called 'Vrakian Officer' was likely to have been employed by some outside intelligence agency. We also know that Lord Vassal has now appeared in your custody, and you are very unwilling to release him.

The implications of this string of events need hardly be explained.

Adam Julis,
Consular General to Port Olympus

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To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Offices of the Inner Consul, Port Olympus
Subject: Lord Vassal

Your implied comment that I, the Inner Consul am a pawn of the Cheka is equally as slanderous as any implications the Consular General may have made that you are responsible for an illegal arrest warrant. As it so happens the Cheka has not been involved in any decision to move prisoners to Fasta Benj. This town was chosen as it is under JDF control, so that prisoners may be properly processed before being repatriated. The only part the Cheka played in this decision was information relayed by them to my office, stating that repatriation of the nobility would help restore stability in the Nation.

Do not think though, that your continued wilful obstruction of the Cheka's efforts will have any positive outcome on your regency. I might hasten to point out that co-operation with the Dyellian armed forces and the Cheka might be seen as a benefit, considering their prescence in Easterling, the city which is now acting as Capital for Neo Tyr. To be blunt with you, and this is advice, not a threat, if you get offside with them, they will make life very hard for you once you reach Neo Tyr.

On another note. Is there any reason you are still in the Federation?

Lunchtime O'Booze
Inner COnsul

To: Adam Julius,Dyelli Beybian Consulate, Port Olympus
CC: General O'Booze, Inner Consul of the Federation
Subject: Lord Vassal.
From: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr

First, it would make no sense to demand the removal of interference of the Checka by a Checkain puppet would it?

No, so I find that argument ridiculus to say the least. I mearly protested the sudden demands of the Checka who seemed overly egar, at the time, for his transfer into their custody and their assumption that because of your postion that they could over ride any and all.

Second, I can state that I was informed by the Naval House of Alcona and Hubris that they had a Neo Tyrian nobleman in custody. How or why he was so transfered is unknown to me. Discuss this 'Vrakian' with the Alconian Navy not me.

Nor have I stopped the Checka from interviewing at their convienance Lord Vassal. Even if he should decide to remain here, and return to Neo Tyr with me. (Again the man has made no decisions about anything as of yet)

I have only refused to hand him over, without regard to his personal desire. If Lord Vassal decides to go to Dyelli Beybi then fine, he is a free man and do as he desires. But I will give the man a chance to make the choice before I allow him to be stuffed like a sack of potatos and shipped off by a group who's history makes their present concern about a member of nobility questionable to say the least.

Which is what the Checka are demanding, they have instantly assumed his will is to return to the Checka (their hosptiality must have improved recently). And have based their accusations on this apparent point: That I must be holding him against his will since he isn't on a plane to Deylli Beybi.

The fact that I refuse to stuff a man, who can not make a coherent comment due to his apparent exaushtion, or perhaps illness (If he is not better by morning a physician will be called), into a Deyllian flying boat seems to be upsetting to them.

I was quoted as saying:
Lord Vassel will remain here until he has regained his mental abilities

please finish the quote:
and can make a coherent choice
(Edabay...nasay was his response to my last querry if he was feeling better)

As I type this he is asleep (as I have stated before). Since he is asleep, and has made no coherent comment when he attempted to go to the bathroom in a closet early this morning, I am going to let him sleep. Rather than haul his body of out bed, drag it to the landing strip and chuck it onto a waiting Dellyian Aircaft as the Checka apparently demands.

If the Checka beleive that I am holding him, against his will. Rather than the fact I am allowing him time to make up his mind, and his will, which is the case. Then the Checka can damn well fly someone to my home, and wait for him to wake up. I will readily invite one of them to see his condition. Of course by that time the Lord may be awake and able to make his choice.

-Lord Bothwell

OOC: By this time the Checka should know that Lord Vassal apparently had some wine before lunch and fell asleep. Their agent hasn't been able to spend too much time in Vassal's room, but he does appear to be quite asleep.

OOC: Kinda winding down my involvement in this thread at the moment due to real life stuff. But, if something comes up regarding the installations, etc…then give me a ring. As well, my territorial claim regarding water may vary since I don’t know the scale of the map.

IC:

The main dock was complete, and the deployment of heavy machinery and several engineering battalions was sorely needed to construct the naval base in a relatively short time. A perimeter had been already laid out and the final touches of adding machine gun nests and observation towers were now coming online. The electrified fence with regular patrols was at least in place. The durable Kravoli patrol craft were also being offloaded, having proved their worth earlier in the Neo Tyr conflict.

Other necessary buildings such as barracks, maintenance shops, and power generation were also being constructed. The rough airstrip was now being extended to well over 4 km and would be strong enough to handle the massive transports and long range bombers. In short, it would be a veritable small city.

Some concerns were raised over the general terrain but it was felt that sufficient planning and tons of concrete would overcome any obstacle.

Meanwhile, the fleet broke up into squadrons to patrol the northern waters to enforce the new directive issued from the capital.

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From Vrak Prime itself, a general statement was issued.

To: All nations
From: Vrak Military High Command
Subject: Isle of Bears

From this day henceforth the Isle of Bears is now under the Military Control Zone as per Vrakian War Booty Law #10. Territorial waters extending from 200 nautical miles from the Isle of Bears falls within the Military Control Zone. No vessel, either ship, air, or subsurface may enter the zone unless it is from an FKC state or is considered an ally of the FKC.

Unauthorized entry into the Military Control Zone will be given only one warning and will be escorted out of the zone. Failure to comply will result in an immediate upgraded response.

We reserve the right to extend the Military Control Zone borders at any time.

What usually happened in Dyelli Beybi when several parties were trying to deal with the same problem, was one would forget to inform the other, the 'Lord Vassal affair' was no exception. While the Consular General was busy letting rip at Bothwell, the Cheka was taking a very different course.

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To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Dyelli Beybian Consulate, Port Olympus
Subject: Lord Vassal

This is unacceptable. Do not think that we naturally respect you as a Westerner or because of your title. We can take with one hand what we give with the other. I will be writing to Parliament reccomending your immediate dismissal and the apointment of a new and more suitable candidate to your position.

Adam Julius,
Consular General to Port Olympus


To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Benjia House, Cyro
Subject: Lord Vassal

While I can feel little more than confusion over your obvious mistrust of what is a legitimate Security Service in one of the few Klatchian States with any regards for the rights of the individual, we will nevertheless go along with you. We are willing to fly an Officer of the Cheka over to discuss the problems which have arrisen on your ground. Hopefully this is not unacceptable to you?

As undoubtedly the Inner Consul has explained to you, the return of Lord Vassal to Neo Tyr is regarded as highly important to the stability of the Government and the safety of the Dyelli Beybian garrison at Easterling. However, before we return him to Neo Tyr, we must ensure that his prolonged captivity has not caused him to aquire any sentiments which may cause him to join the insurgency. I hope this explanation will help to give you a better understanding of the Cheka's desire to interview the man.

Felix Dzerzhinsky
Chief Constable of the Cheka

To: Benjia House, Cyro
From: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
Subject: Lord Vassal

I to would like to have discussions with the gentleman. Which is the only reason he is currently here. I have repeatedly invited the Checka to come here where they may interview him at their convenience.

You will of course understand if I was somewhat distrustful of the situation. But I am willing to chalk it up to my natural inclinations and a good dose of poor information from the Office of the Inner Consul.

I cordially invite you to send one of your agents here to calm any reservations you may or may not have upon the matter. And to also inform the Consular General to Port Olympus that I only seek to better relations with the subjects of Neo Tyr and protect their intrests as well as those of the Klatch.

Please inform me of when your agent will be arriving so that I may send a car out to pick them up. Of course they will have complete freedom, but I live in an area not well developed for tourists. As such I think it would be best if they stayed here, at my home, as my guest.

-Lord Bothwell.

To: Adam Julius,
Consular General to Port Olympus
From: Lord Bothwell

I did not ask for this postion. Nor does it removal from my shoulders make me tremble with fear. It seems strange that Benji House has willingly accepted my offer to allow a member of the Checka to visit Lord Vassal here and determine his condition, while you find that his presence in any place other than Dyellian Territory unacceptable.

I shall be forwarding this correspondance to the Junior Alconian Key, who is an accquatiance of mine. Let Parliament look upon my actions and yours, Mr Julius. I am not afraid of the spot light upon my attempts to be seen attempting to protect the rights of Neo Tyrians, and Neo Tyr. It is only in this manner that I, or any other Regent have a hope of building a constructive working relationship with the Neo Tyrian populace.

-Lord Bothwell, General of the Cawahabian Army (ret.)

OOC: Yeah, way late here. I promise I'll be faster soon, just hold out a little longer.

Also, little note to DB. You said that Nobles should be detained- dose that include Oathmen? They're pretty much Nobles in everything except for name.

Also, it amuses me to see how distrusting you all are of another. Not like it's bad, it's good writing, but its just a bit funny seeing how people who are in the same state are always at each other's thoughts. Anyway...

IC: Vassal watched the island come into view more and more. He saw fields of something below him, he didn't know what however. He slowly drummed his fingers, a rather nervous habit for him. He had no idea where he was going.

When he landed he saw some more of the area. It was rather hot, in Neo Tyr it only got like this in the south, in the Hakiri cities. He looked around and saw that the fields were made of cotton and some fruit to the other. He raised an eyebrow to see that there were neither slave nor taskmaster in the fields. A plot this size back home would have belonged to a planter of great influence and have at least five taskmasters darkly surveying the people who were considered animals.

Vassal let himself be led throughout the large manor. It rivaled his home, he thought, but wasn't a true match. He fell asleep upstairs, the combination of all the physical and mental fatigue that was piling up on him. He awoke with a shock and quickly changed into his uniform bearing the rank of Fleet Commander. He swelled with internal pride to see it fresh and crisp again.

Lance Vassal withheld his surprise when he saw the giant of a man who resided over the manor. He strode and shook hands, although his rather small hand was a bit awkward in Bothwell’s large ones. "A pleasure, to be sure. Lance Vassal, Fleet Commander of the Expeditionary Force Londinium, and House Brother to Great House Vassal." He said, getting the formalities out of the way.

The fact he was released surprised him. He was half expecting to be locked up again. Worse yet was the statement of being fed to a crocodile. Vassal nervously laughed, no knowing whether or not it was a sarcastic remark or he was destined to become dinner. He looked back up to Bothwell. "You say I'm released?" He asked in clarification.

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The Isle of Bears encampment would enter a major problem. To house the base, the ancient forests would have to have been sawed down to make room for the facilities. This made the rather peaty ground (The only reason it was tossed in the Wilderness Preservation Act) unstable without the strength of the roots. The now rainy weather, along with the melting of the snow, made some minor flooding one day, and soon a very major mudslide that could swallow the whole bay. With very little time from when this was detected to when it would act, the Vrakians would have to be very, very creative or evacuate the base as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, Sarcobess was beginning to revert back to a swampy morass, which would force the North Germinans to haul supports to keep the facilities from sinking into the swamp. History repeats itself, so they say, and the new outlanders learned the same lesson as the old one, Edmund Sarcobess, whose half-submerged castle could be seen at the north end of the island. They had plenty of time, though.

((Little note, because of the lack of space in the archipelago, most useable land has been heavily urbanized, or on rough, landlocked land))

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Fitz-Hume was allowed a meeting with Marimeta, but only under an armed escort. The Royal Apartment's first floor's reception room was crowded with several different people gossiping. The houses of nobility are where the rich people frolicked to talk about nothing, catch up on trivia, and scoff at other wealthy people whose dress is a month outdated. Marimeta hated those kinds of people, and that's why she resided one floor up. As Hume walked through the room, he would be the cause of more than one awkward silence or cold glance, as to be expected.

The two Lavian Rose agents who escorted him made neither noise nor emotion as he was lead upstairs. One of them- a female, rather uncommon for the Rose- talked quietly to a servant who opened a rather ornate door, which held Marimeta Cicily Llamanian. She was in the formal white state dress, and turned slowly to Hume. She arose from her seat and walked over. "Fitz-Hume, I assume," she said coolly, "I just received word of your arrival."

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In the police station, Kajar continued to listen. "Baldwin? Alright, I hear you."

After listening to her other comment, he slowly nodded. "Don't worry, Miss Dashwood, you have my word nothing ill will befall her."

Sensing that Dashwood was just itching to leave, and most likely never return in Kajar's mind, he nodded. "Well, I won't keep you waiting. You may leave. Be careful about that door, when it's windy like this it has a habit of slamming back when you least expect it." And if Dashwood would inspect the door outside closely she would notice a small, red stain on the door, the blood of Corporal Williams who learned the lesson the hard way and now had a cast on his hand.

Bothwell laughed at the question. "Of course your released. I can not condone whatever has recently happened to you. The Klatchians can be such idiotic barbarians some times. Please, let us discuss this as we get a decent breakfast into you."

He led Vassal over to a buffet table set along one wall. Several circular silver dishes with covers sat on it. Bothwell picked up a plate and continued talking.

"Well the reason that I asked for you to be brought here Lord Vassal was that you were a Neo Tyrian of rank who was available to me."

He picked up the lid off the first platter to reveal waffles with pecans, taking two he continued down the line.

"I can say that it came as quite a shock when I was informed a Neo Tyrian nobleman was aboard a United Duchies aircraft carrier. I am even more surprised that a Fleet Commander was in such a position."

The second platter contained a selection of bacon and ham, Bothwell took a slice of ham.

"I had a similar postion before my retirement, General and Cheif of the Grand Cawahabian Army. Unfortunatly, the Royal family suffered a severe blow during my tenure and the bloodly upstart Crawfords claimed the throne."

The third platter had several types of fruit. Bothwell placed a pile of fresh mellon on his plate.

"Well, the Checka have been demanding that you return to Deylli Beybi. I have yesterday's telegrams from them demanding I stuff your unconsious body on one of their flying death traps." He pointed to a pile of papers sitting on the small breakfast table. Bothwell walked over to the small table set in the bay window and looked at Vassal.
"No need for you to go with them if you do not want, your a vassel of the Princess of Neo Tyr, and as such I have an obligation to see that your rights are protected."

The nobleman realized that it made no sense to Vassal why he should care. "Ah, yes...important fact you'll see in the telegrams there, the twits on the Privy Council made me Regent of Neo Tyr."

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Fitz-Hume didn't really seem to mind the protective detail. Either the Olympian was too arrogant to care, or too used to living in a nation where people attepted to assasinate other people.

"Your Grace, I am sorry for the unexpected meeting. The Dyellians (aka the Checka) were supposed to arrange this meeting. I am afraid you will find that the blighters are quite lazy about anything not directly in their own self intrest." The man gave a bow to the Princess and looked about.

"I know that it is considered wrong to sit in the presence of Royalty, but I think it best if we take a seat your Grace." He pulled a fairly slim, legal sized folder out of his breif case and handed it to the Princess.

The folder was blue with a heavy clasp keeping it closed. Upon opening, the top document was made of heavy Parchment Paper is was simply titled:
Territorial Charter of the Klatchian Territory of Neo Tyr
As the Nation of Neo Tyr surrendered to the United Forces of the Federated Klatch, it is the responsiblity of the Privy Council, as the guardians of all Territory of the Klatch, to implement a sound, long term policy for insuring the security of both the Territory of Neo Tyr and the Federation as a whole. As such, upon this date, and with consultation of the Federation Parliament, do establish this Charter for the Territory of Neo Tyr for the time specified within.

Artilce I. The Federated Klatchian Coast Declares that the nation of Neo Tyr is formally a Territory of the Federation, with all the Rights and Limitations as granted by the Constitution of the Federation, and as modified by this Charter.

Article II. This Charter hearby re-establishes the Parliament and Laws of Neo Tyr, except those which are superceeded by Territorial Laws as defined by this Charter.

Territorial Laws shall be defined as Laws created by the Military Advisor and acknowledged by the Regent of Neo Tyr.

Article III. This Charter hearby estabishes the post of Regent of Neo Ty, in whom all executive and royal powers of the state of Neo Tyr shall be intrusted for the life of this Charter.

The Regent of Neo Tyr shall be appointed by the Privy Council of the Federation and can only be removed by two votes of that same body.

The Regent of Neo Tyr, upon agreement with the other members of his Council, shall veto or pass laws pomulgated by Parliament.

The Regent of Neo Tyr shall ensure the security, livelyhood and education of the Princess of Neo Tyr. The Regent is Charged with upholding the relationships between the Princess, her nobles, and her subjects. The Regent is charged with Preserving House Llamanian from all enemies both foreign and domestic.

The Privy Council of the Federation shall be considered the legal Guardian of Marimeta Cicily Llamanian until her Regina Majority. And shall appoint the Regent as their advisor in such matters including her education.

Article IV. This Charter establishes that the Parliament of Neo Tyr shall elect two Assistant Regents to the Regency Council. The Regency Council shall consist of the Regent and the Assistant Regents, and shall give advice and consent to the State Actions of the Regent.

The Council shall have no power over the Regent upon matters regarding his maintinace of Royal Duties, or his Guardianship of the Princess.

Article V. This Charter shall remain in effect until the following items have been meet.

i) Five years since the invasion of the Federation by Neo Tyrian Forces.
ii) The Princess of Neo Tyr shall have reached a legal age of majority, twenty-one years.
iii) The Princess of Neo Tyr shall have graduated with an accredited four year degree from a University as selected by the Princess and agreed to by the Privy Council. This University shall not be in the Federated Klatch or in Neo Tyr.

Article VI. This Charter delcares that the Bear Islands shall be leased to the Government of the State of Vrak for 99 years, or until the Vrakians surrender the base to Neo Tyr, which ever comes first.

We, the Consuls of the Federation, upon this date, with our signitures and seals do hearby enact this Charter for the Territory of Neo Tyr.

Victoria Wittelbach Crawford
Outer Consul of the Klatchian Federation
[Seal of Hubris]

General O'Booze
Inner Consul of the KlatchianFederation

[State Seal of the FKC]

OOC:


Also, it amuses me to see how distrusting you all are of another. Not like it's bad, it's good writing, but its just a bit funny seeing how people who are in the same state are always at each other's thoughts. Anyway...


I think you mean "throats". :)

IC:

The heavily forested islands would certainly provide some problems for the future installations. Luckily, a flat enough spot was found for the massive airstrip and the dock was nearly complete.

Several Vrakian companies, most notably Valkyrie Paper were salivating at the chance to knock down the ancient forest. But, although the Vrakians were incredibly pigheaded, they weren't stupid. Constructing the base will take time, and there would be mistakes. But, the terrain was similar to what was found along the northeast coast of the Vrakian mainland and so the situation wasn't entirely unfamiliar. True, the immediate area for the base was being razed, but only as far as needed. Not becuase the Vrakians were great respecters of wildlife but because mudslide concerns were sufficient to change the course of construction work. After all, the Vrakians had no qualms about digging out underground facilities. In fact, if they had to extend the coastline to float a secondary airstrip then they would.

Still, although the plans seemed grandiose, some of the military brass only wanted to construct a minimum amount of buildings - enough for the naval base to serve as a major refueling depot. The other islands would most likely be used for weapons testing. In the latter, patrol boats, accompanied by the looming shadow of a destroyer or two, visited each and every coastal community along the island claimed by Vrak. A squadron or two of troops would offload, march to the nearest visible point in the hamlet, and then post a large sign in both Vrakian and Tyrinian which read:

Warning!

This island is now under the Military Control Zone as per Vrakian War Booty Law #10. This island will be used as a weapons testing facility. You are advised to vacate the island to ensure your safety. The Vrakian Government will take no responsibility for those that choose to put themselves at risk.


If approached by any Tyrinians, the Vrakians would be wary and seek to avoid any verbal communication. In fact, approaching them in a suspicious manner would most likely get a person shot, but the troops only wanted to land, post the sign, and then leave.

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This comes less then a day after the bill was cleared by the House of Lords Foreign Relations Committee.

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Ooc: Bump

OOC: Finals start next week, kind of hectic. Bear with me a little more. And yeah, Vrak, that's one of the bad parts of going over it quickly in spellcheck. You'll notice I mix up 'does' and 'dose' all the time.

Also, Vrak, remember it's tricky to enter and exit Tyrinian waters, so it could be difficult to make it a major refueling depot. But where’ there's a will, there’s a way, right?

IC: Marimeta looked over the charter. Her face was set with a combination of guilt, sorrow, and a little anger. So that was it. They were going to toss out checks and balances and throw in some despotic ‘reagent’ to rule her country. She shook her head slowly. If she was lucky they’d get some apathetic old man who would let the Tyrninans go on as they had been, not wanting to delve into the internal politics of the nation.

She had a stroke of dark humor reading the part about ‘keeping stability’, she knew these outlanders didn’t give a damn about her people. They were also going to strip Neo Tyr’s independence. That would not in any way go over well, not well at all. They were going to make a naval base too, or so it seemed. Probably to keep their damn thumb pressed on her nation for a good century. The one speck of hope is that she would finally be parted from that terrible beast of a man, Solstice. That made two guardians down, and now an outland one. Finally, what was the point of her getting an education on that bill?

Marimeta sighed. “I do hope you know what your getting yourself into…” She muttered. “If you think it’s been bad here, you’ve just seen the tip of the iceberg,” she said slowly with an amount of tired sorrow in her voice. This was altogether too much for a seventeen-year-old girl to handle.

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Normally, a man in Lance Vassal’s situation would be considered a terrible traitor and anti-patriot and perhaps a betrayer of the revolution if they even so much as thought of touching four offered by the enemy in a Tyrinian’s eye. However, Vassal was rather hungry and even though there was no fish (Rather odd, no fish for breakfast in such a high-class place) he took some food and ate a little. Even though it was food it was still the enemy’s food, so he ate as little as possible.

He was rather flattered when he heard that Bothwell compared his rank to hisown. Bothwell’s sounded daunting and impressive, while Lance was just in charge of some expeditionary fleet, nothing of real value. Nevertheless, he listened on until Bothwell stated he was the reagent of Neo Tyr. Vassals disposition visibly changed, he clenched his fist quickly, his brow furrowed slightly, and he bit his lip a little. The nerve of that man to call himself king! However, not wanting to create an incident, all he muttered was “I see.”

---

Episcopal Bishop Arthur Steele died in the Cathedral in Dronor this morning. The elderly man seemingly fell down a flight of stairs and proclaimed dead shortly after. This was a major blow to Tyrinian moral, as he was a major religious figure in Neo Tyr. There was also a slew of conspiracy theories brewing that a ‘mysterious Klatachan agent’ killed him, and the people were angry enough to believe them...

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Juliet Seabrook was handed a copy of the Vrakian weapons testing warnings and shook her head. She sighed and twirled in her chair for a moment. "Willoughby," she said to her assistant, "You know what I'd want wrote up, correct?"

Willoughby sighed a little and nodded. Juliet smiled and nodded. "Good, good... I suppose you should also send it over to the Trisken. Send a runner."

Willoughby nodded and went off, secretly wishing he were the runner. God, he was always bogged down with that woman's work...

---

To: The Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Julitte Seabrook, House Sister to Great House Seabrook, and Minister of Forign Affairs.
Subject: Weapons Testing

It has come to our attention that you are starting to test weapons in the western area of the Northreach District. We would humbly advise you not to do this. There are citizens there which we don't have the means of evacuating scattered across the area. If it starts, then citizens all over Neo Tyr will surely react strongly, and with the high tensions I see that as an outcome that no one wants.

Testing weapons is a minor, short-term benefit that could result in major, long-term consequences. I have confidence you will make the right choice and not test the weapons here.

Julitte Seabrook
Julitte Seabrook

To: Lord Bothwell, Regent of Neo Tyr
From: Benjia House, Cyro
Subject: Cheka visits, Lord Vassal, the Consular General

The Consular General was given his position due to a high level of skill at blowing up bridges.

We accept most wholeheartedly the offer of hospitality for our agent. We are sending over a Chief Inspector from Military Liason who has had some previous encounters with the Lord in question. We trust that everything will go well. If there are any problems do not hesistate to contact Benjia House.

We are expecting our plane to arrive in circa 10 hours, although the pilot will contact you with more precise details as they are available.

Regards,
Felix Dzerzhinsky
Chief Constable of the Cheka

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Although no reason was given both Adam Julius and Lunchtime O'Booze had stopped responding entirely. Truth be known, both were currently feeling more than a little used by a certain Commisaar...

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And that about summed everything up for Dashwood, Neo Tyr had been a funny place, and no doubt she'd end up back here before everything ended, "I'll be careful with the door, I'll send the Commisaar right over, thanks for your time."

She left, being, as she'd said she would be, very careful with the door. Half an hour later, a pained yelp announced Commisaar Baldwin, (along with the fact that Dashwood hadn't passed on the message about the door).

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In fact Dashwood had been somewhat preoccupied. She'd just got the message she was being sent to some obscure bit of Alcona and Hubris to meet with Vassal (who she fully expected would try to kill her). It didn't really matter, she probably deserved it...

OOC: Yup, I plan to make a channel wide enough to let ships in and out. I realize that it will be somewhat constricted but I think it will work. Nothing that tons of dynamite won't cure.

IC:


To: The Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Julitte Seabrook, House Sister to Great House Seabrook, and Minister of Forign Affairs.
Subject: Weapons Testing

It has come to our attention that you are starting to test weapons in the western area of the Northreach District. We would humbly advise you not to do this. There are citizens there which we don't have the means of evacuating scattered across the area. If it starts, then citizens all over Neo Tyr will surely react strongly, and with the high tensions I see that as an outcome that no one wants.

Testing weapons is a minor, short-term benefit that could result in major, long-term consequences. I have confidence you will make the right choice and not test the weapons here.


To: Julitte Seabrook, House Sister to Great House Seabrook, and Minister of Forign Affairs.
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Weapons testing

We shall do as we please with the islands. Pray to whatever it is that you believe in that we do not seek to extend our grasp or become more...annoyed with your continued arrogance. Know your place. You are a territory now of the Federated Klatchian Coast. You ought to recognize that the President of the Klatch is now your Overlord and your allegiance to him and the Klatch in general will go smoothly for you. Offer up continued resistance either active or passive and once again our focus upon your state will yet be rekindled.

Transportation is being arranged. We trust that you will exert your influence wisely among the occupants of the islands to avoid needless deaths.

OOC: In case of some action I'm on Vrak's side and I still have forces in the area. ;)

OOC: Ak, I meant to have this up on Wednesday, but we lost our power for two days.

Also, I updated the Eight Houses on NSwiki to have some important members, which might be helpful.

IC: War weariness was hitting Neo Tyr with full force. Well, not war weariness, per say, but occupation weariness. The Neo Tyrinians were sick of it, and not of the fact that there were outlanders at the reigns of their government and their entire way of life, in their opinion, was in jeopardy; but at occupation itself. They just wanted it to go back to the old ways, where you didn’t have to worry about getting killed or if you'll have enough money to last the month. It was now a common joke that the Drake was the equivalent of 'Monopoly Money' and it was no longer a respected currency in any way.

The media wouldn't let them forget the Klatch ruled either. The television shows weren't old favorites- they were 'Filthy Alconian Propaganda'. It was summer and a single major league baseball pitch had been thrown. People whispered that the Houses were going to get together to plan some sort of coup- welcome words that were often repeated. In short, tensions were rising and were at some sort of an equivalent of a fever pitch- but with less rage and more 'just get out' attitude.

Finally, summer had arrived. Temperatures were nice and warm all over the nation and humid in the southern Hakiri islands.

---

Baldwin’s arrival was met with amusement from the officers still in the district at that ungodly hour at night. Luckily the door had only grazed her, she would be fine, but with some dull pain for the rest of the night and a nasty blood blister in the morning. The officers had informed her that Kajar was in his office on the second floor.

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To: Vrak Diplomatic Corps.
From: Julite Seabrook, House Sister to Great House Seabrook, and Minister of Forign Affairs
Subject: RE: Weapons testing

We are not demanding anything. I am simply offering some very important advice to you outlanders. If you are to greedy, stupid, or proud to take advice from the Seabrook, who have lived here for centuries, then so be it. But trust me, it could be your downfall.

You may flatter yourselves with title of 'overlords', but trust me, if you enrage the populace you will be 'overlord' no longer. The people will not stand for your foolish intolerance for long, and when they rise your forces wont stop the billions.

So go ahead, test you weapons. But if you heed our advice, needless conflicts will be avoided, which is the outcome that we both want. I still trust you will make the correct decision.

Juliet Seabrook
Juliet Seabrook

... It was obvious that Juliet was in one of her moods again.

---

Garithos Trisken and Roland Seabrook looked over the ruins of Kyrall. Scrap and devastation as far as the eye could see. Seabrook shook his head. "Well, old friend, Kyrall had finally settled. I think the fires have finally finished in the lower levers," He mused.

Trisken nodded. "That’s why we're going to clear it out now."

Seabrook turned to him with a raised eyebrow. "You think you can clear it out? We don't have heavy equipment, nor the funds to bring them over, you know that don’t you...?" He said, trailing off as a young woman approached the two. "Do you mind?" Seabrook said to her.

"Oh, forgive me Lord Seabrook," she said melodramatically, "I have business with the Great Lord Trisken." She turned to the mentioned noble with a more casual tone. "We've got the labor on the boats."

Trisken nodded somberly while Seabrook raised his eyebrow. "Labor? What do you... Oh no. Garith, you not thinking about using-"

"We don't have any other choice. Desperate times call for desperate measures-" Garithos said half pleadingly.

"Your letting this... this slaver clear out Kyrall?! Rebuild our capitol with the blood of slaves!"

"Slavery is very much legal, Roland, we need to-"

"I've heard enough! If you want to recreate Kyrall with... slave labor so be it. But know I will have no part in it. I thought I knew you better than this." Seabrook said with poison and paced off to the base camp, away from Garithos and the slaver.

The slaver chuckled lightly. "Whiny little bastard, isn't he-"

Garithos scowled, "Don't you talk to me in that tone, Oceana," he said sharply, "I hate associating with your kind in the first place. You are positive you can clear this wreck up in the time you stated.

Oceana laughed. "Of course! As we traffickers say 'Where there's a whip, there's a way'. It'll be cleared in no time with all the slaves we brought in from Hamapuri." She then signaled behind her so that the slaves would be brought in to their labor. Garithos looked over the ruins, millions of extinguished lives under it. That slaves would clear it out. He knew God would not forgive him.

Alexia Baldwin seemed to have something of a knack for just wandering into trouble, and it was quite possible she mused, that she'd have more than a sore leg if someone didn't do something to calm Neo Tyr down. Cooper would do what he usually did and just try to make himself and his garrison less observable, and generally cringe away from the Neo Tyran insults.

She knocked tentatively on Kajar's door. She found herself smiling, despite the fact that she'd just about amputated her leg in a door, "Your Lordship?" she ventured, "It's Commisaar Baldwin, ahhh, Commisaar Dashwood sent me over here, apparently I'm supposed to help facilitate your communication with the Dyelli Beybian garrison or something, she wasn't very specific... well she was sort of specific, she told me to stick to you like a limpet, and try to make myself useful while I'm doing it."

It was about then she decided she was probably sounding like an idiot and shut up, "You really need to get that door fixed by the way."

Ok... now she'd shut up.

OOC: I'm leaving to my cottage tomorrow for two weeks where I may or may not have Internet access.

IC: Archbishop Arthur Steele's successor was chosen today, Agelastus Cleaver. While Steele urged for moderation and peace, Cleaver did not. He was a fiery old man and well known for his anti-Klatch standpoint. He was reported as saying aiding the Klatch in any way was treason against Neo Tyr, yet he did not explicitly call for bloodshed. Hokuikekai Lea, High Priest in the Hakiri religion, was obviously displeased with the choice, along with many others who were pushing for some sort of compromise.

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Perhaps Cooper was doing what was best. Due to the fact the Dyellians (the Tyrinians were finally seeing the difference between the states of the Klatch)) weren't as in-your-face as the other states the Easterlineians were rioting less compared to the populace of the other islands. Yet the Dyellians weren't seen as a second Christmas either.

Nevertheless, Ross Kajar was still looking over paperwork when Baldwin came in. He smiled and set what he was working on down when she came in. "I see," Kajar said, "Well, when I get communications to facilitate, I'll tell you," he said with a small smile.

He looked down at his papers and back up. "Do you want an icepack or something to that effect for your leg?" he asked.

He looked down and up once more. "I'll be heading home soon, I just need to finish a couple of papers. I swore I'd never become a deskjob kind of person when I signed up on the force, but look at me now,” he said with a sigh. “And if you need anything else feel free to ask."

Bothwell looked over the small table at Vassel. "I see you don't like me being Regent of your nation. Which is exactly what those blasted Crawfords want." He sat back realizing that Vassal was suddenly in for a surprise.

"You see I happen to be the true legitimate heir to the throne of this fair land." He swung his hand to indicate the island. "My problem was that my fellow nobles left the Army so underfunded and weak, that I didn't have the forces to deal with the Alconian Marines. Rather than let my people suffer the horrors of a protracted war with those mercenarys I was forced to relinquish my claim on the throne."

Bothwell paused to let that sink in. "Now I have been given the task, as a dutiful citizen of the United Duchies, to be your Regent. Which is quite problematic because, no matter what, the bloodly Crawfords, those upstart mercs will win. Even if your fellow tyrrians kill me." He stopped and sipped at his juice.

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The Olympian shrugged at the princess. "Well, as far as I am concerned my job is done, but what the hell do you Tyrrians have to complain about. You've been elevated to a full Territory of the Klatch, and you will be a State in five years. What more do you want?"
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The Bothwell Manor was on the south end of the island. There were not any public airports, only a few airstrips consisting of well maintained grass with a few small quonsut style hangers about in this area. Well, there was a military base, which actually was the air controller for the nearby area, but it was a bit far from Bothwell's estate.

Baldwin shook her head, waving the offer of an ice pack away, "No, no, I'll be fine, thanks anyway."

She liked to pretend she was tough, (even though she wasn't, the Cheka wasn't exactly her career of choice), "I'll survive... Anyway I've been meaning to ask you, did you request some kind of liason? Because I'm just a little bit confused as to what I'm doing here."

"...Not that I mind at all." she added hastily, "Only, like I was saying Chla.. ahh Commisaar Dashwood was quite vague on what I was actually supposed to do, and she's not generally the vague sort."

"I'm sorry, you're busy I'll stop talking, if you want me to do anything just shout." she didn't offer to leave though. She had things she wanted to talk about, and preferably somewhere where they were no prying ears.

To: Julite Seabrook, House Sister to Great House Seabrook, and Minister of Forign Affairs
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Weapons testing

If you had not poked your nose into the affairs of the Klatch, then we believe your nation, such as it is, would not be under the heel of the FKC. Perhaps you need to realize that there are consequences to your actions. We believe that we are far wiser than you in making “correct decisions”.

We would also ask that you cease your whining when you address this department. We did you a courtesy informing you of our decision to conduct weapons testing and to offer your citizens free transport. In the future, perhaps we will not be so forthcoming unless your attitude changes.

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The main wall of the base was complete. Massive storage tanks and other assorted buildings were set up and the majority of the fleet were now anchored at the brand new docks. Of course it would go without saying that the base was fully capable of detecting most any conventional threat and housed a full division of army troops not to mention an assortment of heavy vehicles.

Still, it was primarily a naval base and given the terrain, it was not seen as needed to raze the whole island of flora and fauna.

Large transport ships drifted off the coast of the small settlements while smaller zodiac type boats alighted on the shore. A Zubr hovercraft amphibious vehicle came behind and dropped off some APCs to offer additional support. This occurred throughout the known coastal settlements and the Tyrinians were encouraged to board the ships within 24 hours. Then again, if they didn’t the soldiers and equipment would simply leave and leave them to their fate.

Back at the base, a heavy transport plane landed and discharged its contents. Unlike the others, this one contained a phalanx of researchers and some metal boxes that jumped when prodded, suggesting that some type of animal was inside.

Juliet shrugged. Although insult exchanging was a time honored Tyrinian tradition, she decided to leave Vrak alone. "Correct decisions" her foot. They were the ones who managed to kill a city during an occupation. Typical pompous outlanders. So she did what she knew best. Give the info to the public.

The public outcry was enormous, much larger than it had been. Riots, like normal, broke out across the Viridian Archepelago. The Hakiri Temple decided to reconsider the attempt at some sort of peace, meaning that in some way both of the major religions where anti-Klatch. The already high tensions increased more, but the Tyrinians, and the organized insurgents, did not truly strike. Yet.

Meanwhile, on the Island of Frost, the homesteaders didn't know what to really do. None of them really expected that Vrak would actually test the weapons they were yapping about. In the stronghold town of Den Helder an emergency and rather brief meeting of the Northreach Homestead Council was held on what would be the course of action for the settlers. The results, at the time, were unknown.

---

In Easterling, Ross Kajar listened to Baldwin. "No, I didn't request this. But I don’t mind at all."

After she remarked about being busy her ears Ross laughed. "No, no, not really busy at all," he said, returning to his work. "These papers can really be divided into two groups. The first is us police buttering up nearly every major group in Easterling for money. With the continuous decay of the government, we've had our budget slashed by fifty percent, and it's only going to go downhill from here. We need the police more than ever, with the lootings and all, but its very difficult to maintain our force with so very little money. But because these times are so economically hard, most groups wont even spare a bronzehead. I'm going over them to make sure they're okay."

He decided to continue, without looking up. "The second group are worried citizens, wanting to know about the lootings, or the Tong, or what’s happening in Northreach, or the Midlonia Hostage Crisis, or if there are slaves up in Kyrall, or if the economy can be saved or if we'll ever be independent again. I really should have someone else, like Young, take care of it but... I feel somewhat responsible for this, in an odd way."

"Ah, I'm sorry if I'm ranting. It's a bad habit of mine," he said looking up, "I'll finish up soon and go home, and leave the rest for tomorrow."

---

Elsewhere, Marimeta shook her head at the Alconian. "Fine. Your duty is finished. Now go, and trouble me no more," she said, returning alone to the other side of the room.

---

Vassal listened patiently to Bothwell and how he was the heir and whatnot. He nodded slowly. "A deposed heir? I'm sorry." It was traditional to say you were sorry in Neo Tyr, even if you had no fault in the matter.

He then chose to change the subject to more important matters, in his opinion. "So I intend that you're heading to the archipelago in person?”

"You thought of asking Cooper?" Baldwin suggested, leaning against the wall, "You know the Dyellian Government is desperately trying to look good in this situation, they'll give you all the money you want, provided you don't mind taking money from the enemy that is."

She gave him a big grin, "If there's anything I could do, I mean I can write bland statements assuring people that everything's going to be OK, and you could sign them if it would make things any easier?"

She was quite happy to wait though, as long as it took. She wanted to have Kajar's whole attention when she finally got to say her piece. Alexia Baldwin didn't know it yet, but back in Dyelli Beybi the Cheka was making moves that would in time become very bad for her.

Kajar slightly shrugged, "As long as I'm Cheif Commisioner, the police will survive. I have House Ross and Great House Kajar behind me, even if I can only give enough for the force to just get by. If Cooper wanted to donate anything, he should give it to the school systems and the public clinics. They've been hit very hard. Why don't you tell him that- you manage communications between you Dyellians and us, right?"

"No, no, you don't have to write letters," He said with a smile, "I'll probably give the rest to White to finish up. Keep him off the streets," He said in more of a hushed to, to himself.

He then stood and pushed in his chair. He pressed a small intercom. "Young, get the car ready. I'm going home." There was a muffled affirmative on the other end of the line.

He turned to Baldwin. "Do you need a ride? It's still raining outside."

"I'll mention it to him." she promised, "If people want money off him, they really only need to ask, Dyelli Beybi is a wealthy country and the State holds nearly all of the money."

The offer of a lift was welcome, and it would also give her the Opportunity to ask her little favour, she grinned despite herself, "I can't say no, never seen rain like this before."

In the Djel valley 'rain' was more of a fine drizzle that happened once or twice a year (except along the Coast), but Baldwin was from inland, up in the hills that marked the Northern edge of the valley. Dyelli Beybi was no longer just the valley. Tendrils snaked out into East Benjia where the whole Neo Tyran situation had started and into the jungles of 'New Dyelli'.

"You know where Cooper's offices are. The Cheka has an office one floor up, I'm dossing down up there." she remembered she had managed to scam a billet off Kajar on the flight over here, but it seemed inpolite to remind him, it would probably look bad for him if he had a Dyellian Political Officer camped out at his Manor.

"Hey out of curiosity, if your driver overheard something he ought not to, could he be counted on to keep it secret?" she asked, totally out of the blue.

Bothwell nodded quietly. "Well you see it is my job to er...well actually my job is to keep Neo Tyr and her Princess from running afowl of Klatchian Authority again, and to make sure your Princess is educated in how the world truely operates." He turned to look out the window. "Really, I don't want to leave here but I must discuss matters with the Princess. And of course meet with fellow nobles such as yourself, to help facilitate the next five years."

In Easterling, Kajar shrugged. "Actually, if you want to give an impression, give it to the public schools. Poor things could barely stay afloat before all this, being so underfunded. They don’t have any important families on their board so they don’t get huge donations either. They need funding much more than the force does."

Kajar frowned slightly. "You're staying in the offices? That won’t do. We have plenty of room in the manor, you can stay there if you'd like. Or is it compulsory to stay with the Checka?" He had honestly forgotten about what he had said on the runway. It wad been a long time ago, and he had a lot of work in between.

After she mentioned the driver 'keeping a secret' his face took on a somewhat suspicious look. "Yes... Young is a very trustworthy man. I have complete trust in him."

He led her through to the back door and out into the parking lot. A black sedan was waiting for them, with Young at the wheel. He opened the door for her to the back seat, and then entered himself.

---

Vassal laughed a little. "Trust me, Neo Tyr will want very little to do with the Federated Klatchan Coast after this. It really didn't care too much in the first place, or that was my impression when I left in the first place." That much was true. If Neo Tyr got a polite message saying "Please leave", they probably would. The government was rather capricious in that way.

He was rather confused about educating the princess. He was one of her few friends, and even Vassal knew she was a puppet. If Bothwell would really educate her, and more importantly give her power, it would mean the big changes she hand in mind that the Lord Protector had quashed may come to fruition. Nevertheless, he listened on. After Bothwell said his last, his facial expression changed and simply said, "I see."

---

Lord Haart stared out over the sea. They should be near Kyrall now, he thought. He had determined that this was, in fact, Neo Tyr but he really didn't know where he was heading. The fact that most fishing boats and food freighters avoided any Klatichan presence like the plague didn't help. The dehydrated food didn't help either.

He wondered how his son was handling the House's affairs. He really thought about the fate of House Haart in general, and if it could survive what was happening. He thought how the Parliament and slave trade was working without his presence. He eventually put these thoughts aside, knowing that these would be answered in due time and prepared for the worst.

OOC: Forgot about Haart there....

IC: Bothwell looked at Vassal. "Let me attempt to paint a more detailed tatical map for you. The Federation had enough foreigners dropping in unannounced and declaring their various 'good' and 'noble' intentions. They were quite fed up with things. Especially the Vrakians, the Walruses, have really become quite irate." He paused again, "If you want nothing more to want to do with the Klatchians well, Neo Tyr must serve a sort of parol period. At the end of those five years, Neo Tyr becomes a State of the Federation." He could see the argument about to occur, "And a State can leave the Federation unhindered."

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OOC:

I will take some realistic liberties (I hope) Neo Tyr. T-gram me if you want me to edit.

IC:

As usual, none of the Tyrinians on the remote islands jumped for joy nor shouted for glee when informed that their home would suddenly become a weapon testing ground. Of course, it remained to be seen as to what kind of weapons would be tested. All that the poor people knew was that it would be nasty and hence why some took the offer of loading onto the transports bound for the nearest and safest Tyrinian port that would take them.

Bitter tears wept and while the younger children didn’t understand why mommy was crying and daddy was red and had his fists clenched and why grandpa didn’t leave his house. The resentment was thick and tangible. Angry glares were exchanged with the Vrakian troops but they were unarmed for they were searched before boarding and the ruthlessness of the Vrakians spread to even here.

The last of the transport ships left and the inhabitants that remained began to wonder about their fate.

Near the naval base itself, about half of the entire naval force disengaged and began to head for Clairmont. At least over yonder was a war and they were the closest to arrive.

"Not compulsory at all." Baldwin gave Kajar an infectiously pleased grin, "But I did't want to impose or anything... truth be told though I'll be quite happy to leave the swivel chair. Cooper didn't want to billet us, thought it might upset people if they had some foreign soldier dumped in their house."

After the car door closed she meticulously fastened her seatbelt, "The Vyro folk really hate the weather here." she began on a bland note, "Funny thing is, most parts of Dyelli Beybi regularly fall to close to freezing point, but only in the middle of the night."

"No doubt sopme Dyellian has told you all about the Revolution a few years back?" she was grinning again, "Can't say I disaproved of it, Dyelli Beybi was a dreadful place before, but if it hadn't happened, and the Tzar hadn't had a very personal grudge against me, I'd be a Countess, which with the death of the Tzar's last son, makes probably the Hghest ranking surviving noble."

"Funny that." she gave a short laugh, "What with the Cheka originally being put together to destroy the Monarchy and all."

She didn't spell it all out, but it didn't require a brain surgeon to figure it out either. Alexia Baldwin was a low ranking Police Officer, it would seem logical to certain groups that she might start thinking of starting revolt. Therefore it might be a good idea to get rid of her before she did. At least that was what Dashwood had suggested, (she did always tend to think up the worst case scenario).

OOC: I just want to keep Haart alive out there. He's quite important.

IC: "We can not abandon these lands! Our forefathers sacrificed themselves for these lands! This was purchased with the blood of our people! And just because some city-folk surrender "their" land to outlanders doesn’t mean we can just let these walruses pollute and defile Neo Tyr's last frontier!"

It was a loud meeting of the Den Helder council. Speaking was the honorable Harold Byron, one of the councilmen. His bloodline was strong, one of the families that faught the Hakiri many, many years ago when Den Helder was still a functioning fortress against the native threat. A different councilman stood. "Councilman Byron, with all respect, as much as we love and savor this land we can not stay. We have been betrayed, and for that the government is at fault. But if we stay here it will be suicide. We've seen the Vrakians unbelievable foolishness and brutality in Kyrall and we will die if we stay. Fellow Councilmen, we need to have a total and full evacuation of the Trinity Isles County of the Northreach district-"

Some woman yelled "Won't anyone think of the children!?" from the large crowd watching the debate. The Head Councilman stroked his beard and thought of the important choice...

Soon after, the council recommended an evacuation, but did not force it to anyone over the age of twenty-one. A majority of the people left for Heathcote, where the Vrakians would take them. They had no future, their homes and jobs were gone. The people who remained stubbornly went about their daily routine, their fate their own.

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Kajar shook his head. "It should be nice tomorrow. Partly cloudy, highs in the high eighties, or so says the weatherman." He finished, looking out the window.

He was not prepared, however, to hear that Baldwin was a noble. From what he had heard they were all peasants, and even if he was better than most nobles Kajar still made stereotypes. "A Countess? Truly?"

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Vassal sipped whatever he had in his glass. Funny foreign beverage, he couldn't put his finger on it. "Five years? Hmm..."

He took another sip. "And so you'll let Tyr out? Just like that? For some reason I think there might be a little more to it than that." Typical outlanders. You'd think killing a city be'd enough for them but no- they strip us of our freedom an impose some foreigner on us as despot.

"Yep. O'Booze was a Baron, so was Pickelheimer, Otto Himmler, the guy who led the Revolution was a Knight Batchelor, quite a few of us ended up on the other side for one reason or another."

She grinned broadly to see Kajar so surprised, "Baldwin isn't my real name, although I was christened Alexia Lorna ap Adam, so the first name is real. I took it when I signed up with the other side. Best, I figured to be incognito, a lot of people wanted to skin a noble and any noble would do. Of course that didn't last long, Zara Alwood found me, and I was deemed too dangerous to be left running around, assimilated or not, so I ended up in this uniform."

She continued her tale, the wry grin still on her face, "One of the funny things about the Dyellian inheritance system was that bastard children also had the right to inherit, provided there was some proof who they belonged to of course. When it came out dear Mama nearly undoubtedly bore me to someone a tiny bit higher up than Father, I became a bit of a problem for the Glawis Dynasty, which is why I hopped on the Revolutionary bandwaggon."

She waited for the implications to click with Kajar...

OOC: I just want to keep Haart alive out there. He's quite important.
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Vassal sipped whatever he had in his glass. Funny foreign beverage, he couldn't put his finger on it. "Five years? Hmm..."

He took another sip. "And so you'll let Tyr out? Just like that? For some reason I think there might be a little more to it than that." Typical outlanders. You'd think killing a city be'd enough for them but no- they strip us of our freedom an impose some foreigner on us as despot.

"Perhaps, but neither you nor I are privy to the whole buisness going on behind closed doors in Port Olympus. My take is that the Alconians don't want the Dyellians to just turn you into another one of their Providences giving them another billion or so souls to fly under the their banner and fill up their armies." He paused for a second. "Legally you would have the right to leave the Federation when you become a state. By then anti-Tyrian sentiment will have died down enough in Vrak not to force the issue."

Bothwell sat back and watched Vassel drink orange juice. "Of course the Dyellians want you back. They happen to be sending out someone to take you back to Cyro...unless you don't want to go that is."

OOC: Is there a reason the Lords of War took over for Alconia?

IC: Kyrall was slowly, yet surely, being cleaned out. Slave labor teams the likes that the Archipelago had ever seen worked day and night hauling rubble. It broke quite a few laws on the limitations of slavery, but no one was watching them, they could do whatever they wanted- or whatever Garithos Trisken deemed necessary. They still weren't sure what to do with the countless tons of debits, but Tyrinians were pretty crafty, they'd probably think of something. All the while the teams hauled, and the city was on the long road to restoration.

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George Trebonius fancied himself as the greatest governor Neo Tyr had ever seen, a true statesman and champion of the people. The truth was less than palpable, as he won the election of the small Heathcote by a mere 100 votes, and due to the fact they were all cast at exactly the last minute gave him a shady air. He had a terrible efficiency record and was openly corrupt. Yet in his mind, they were all necessary evils for him to serve the people better. Most of all, he was a fool. It was an overcast day when he received word on his intercom from his secretary with the news. "Governor Trebonius?"

He looked down and smiled, "Yes...?"

"Sir, we had a group of refugees needing to seek shelter here."

He frowned, "No, no, the Kyrall survivors have already been divvied up, Heathcote already has her share. Is this a joke?"

"Not from Kyrall, sir, but the entire Trinity Isle County. The Klatch is using it for weapons testing."

Trebonius was silent for some time. "No. No, no, no. We can't accommodate that! We can hardly keep the Ciralians in line, heaven forbid all of the Trinity Isle. Just tell them-"

"Sir, with all respect, I doubt the outlanders care about anything we have to say. Good evening, sir."

Trebonius was silent. There was no way they could do this. More refugees? But that couldn’t work. Everyone would be angry. He'd be killed at the polls. He would lose the next elections and die alone on some street in Cabaret. He then clamed himself down. No, he was Trebonius the Great. He would think of something. Champions of the people always do.

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In Easterling, Kajar looked out the window momentarily at the building to his right, which was now called "Coca-Cola presents the Celsus Connor High School". Depressing. He returned to the conversation. "If you fought against the nobles, it's odd that so many would be in power, let alone alive."

After the next two things, he nodded slowly with a serious look on his face and somewhat surprised.

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Vassal laughed slightly. "Do they truly think we would go back to war with them? Neo Tyr most likely doesn’t have an army anymore. Historically, we don't often go to war. And every Tyrinian knows the futility of fighting the Klatch; they knew it even when your ships were sailing to our shores. If I know anything about my country, I know the Alconians don't need to worry about that."

Orange juice! That's what that was! Andorhol always had oddly high taxes on juices. He quickly turned his mind away from his mental achievement and back to Bothwell. "The Dyellians want me still?", he said, sounding not very surprised, "And you make it sound like I shouldn’t go."

"Well we're a realistic people." Baldwin explained, "If we wiped out all the nobility there would have been next to no educated people left. We'd have knocked off all the military officers and frankly, the Revolution would never have worked."

"Of course, it was less than half of the Nobility that ended up assimilating, and there are still quite a few at large overseas, many of whom have managed to ingratiate themselves with other courts, but enough of this gloomy talk." she smiled amicably as she changed the subject, "How've you been keeping?"

Kajar shrugged. "As well as anyone can be in this modern Neo Tyr. I've had work to keep me occupied, and the Rosses have been treating me well. The Ciralians have been pretty cordial as well, although I don't know what we're going to do with them long-term..." He said. The rain started to let up.

All the while, the landscape changed. The urban city of Easterling started to fade into apartment complexes, and then everything suddenly stopped. The buildings quickly vanished at some line into a small glade. Past it was a very large field with crops growing in it. The areas that were fallow had tents set up everywhere, from tiny one-person tents to large faire pavilions. Kajar nodded. "Ah, we're on the grounds now."

Baldwin looked at the tents, wondering vaguely if living conditions were better here or in the Dyellian garrison. "Lay on Macduff." she quoted, "Ill just follow you around, if you need anything just call I guess."

She still didn't seem exactly certain what she was doing with Kajar, Dashwood had unloaded her on him and more or less left her. She suspected she was just going to get in the way of his work. She was ready to follow close behind Kajar. As the car had pulled in the young Commisaar had tried to count how many tents there were and come up with the figure 'a lot'. She guessed there was the potential for them to turn nasty if she was caught alone, she was an invader after all. She smiled brightly despite her misgivings about the refugee encampment, "I guess I'll need to get someone to drop my stuff off... You'll have to give me warning, is there anyone hanging about who'll want to feed me to the crocodiles on grounds of my rather unfortunate ethnicity?"

"Ah Commisaar Dashwood."

"Commisaar Dzerzhinsky." she replied formally. It wasn't a formal interview. They weren't even in Benjia House, rather a rather unassuming restaurant in central Cyro.

"Flight from Neo Tyr was good I trust?" Dzerzhinsky inquired politely.

"Quite. Where's Vassal, the Alconians let him go yet?"

Dzerzhinsky shook his head, as he examined a menu, "No they flat out refuse to release him to us. They think we might execute him apparently. If you ask me they're just doing it to make trouble."

She nodded in agreement, "Can't trust the sods, I'll tell you who else you can't trust, Caroline D'Etiene. Tzarist through and through, got it straight out of White's mouth. Did you know she was quite the computer whiz, got into all our systems from the inside. Who would even think to check for someone so high up?"

Dzerzhinsky nodded gravely, "I understand the need you felt to say this straight to me." he set the menu aside, "Unfortunately you're a little late. She's in hiding, tried to pop off Zara Alwood would you believe?"

Dashwood grimaced in distaste. What was the point in holding a secret for so long if it was useless when you finally announced it?

"i'm guessing." Dzerzhinsky had picked up the menu again, "That you're tossing up between hunting down the person who sold you out, or seeking out the person you believe that you sold out? For once I'm not going to order you which to do first. The Cheka needs you to do both, and if you're settling personal scores in the process all the better for you. May I ive you some advise though?"

She nodded, waiting for her leader to continue, "My advise would be to take some 'R&R' in Cyro, I'll let you know when your fellow heads back to Neo Tyr, at which point you'll be dropped back. I've got a team from Seven hunting for D'Etiene, go home, get some rest."

She nodded. It wasn't exactly code, but if you weren't 'in the loop' you'd never understand the comment, "I will."

(OOC: I like to run all the threads together somewhat)

OOC: Damn it...it would seem that A+H's subscription to this thread was deleted. And I posted as LOW back there.

IC: Bothwell shook his head, "I have seen stranger thing occur Lord Vassel. But really, we are stuck with each other as it were. I advise your parliament how to keep out of trouble with the Klatch, and the Houses of Neo Tyr don't kill me off. I think that is quite an agreeable situation for five years. That or we just let Mildonia and Vrak haul off all your citizens into slavery. I hear that they'll use you on the Klatchian Vaadian highway project."

He paused, "Well the Dyellians said they wanted to award you something...but naturally I distrust the Checka. In the end it is your decision of how you want to return to your home. Actually I expected them here already..."

OOC: Ak, sorry. Had some technical difficulties here.

IC: For the first time since the death of Kyrall armed forces attacked the occupation forces in public. In the city of Goldonos an unruly group of guerillas came up from the undercity and attacked any occupying force they could find. They were lightly armed, without the heavy weapons the organized insurgency had. After a breif time the survivors retreated back into the undercity. They also managed to kill several policemen in the process, weakening a police force that was already on their knees.

Upon identification of the corpses, they were made up of two major groups. One were the refugees from Kyrall, the other was the Blue Crest, a reclusive fringe group which were highly suspected to have organized to nearly disastrous failed Christmas Eve bombings of 2001. Some even were wanted by the police, which could care less about convicts in this day and age.

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One way you could tell the social rank of a Tyrinian is how he ate. To the upper class, eating is an art. It is clean, quick, and most importantly soundless. Truly, if any one noble made any noise while they were chewing it would be seen as a loss of face. Lance Vassal was displaying this painstakingly formal dining process without knowing it while talking to Bothwell. After Bothwell mentioned enslavement, Vassal paled somewhat, but regained his complexion. "Ah, I see... May I ask how I would return home under the Cheka?"

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There were tents everywhere, so Baldwin wouldn't be that off by 'a lot'. The living conditions were very poor, with just enough food and medicine to go around. It was in no way comfortable but it was enough to live, at least until they cleared enough of Kyrall to head back.

Kajar looked up at Baldwin. "There are no crocodiles in Neo Tyr..." He said slowly, "But I see your point. Don't worry, you're a guest. You have the protection of House Ross. Yet I wouldn't stray too far from the manor by yourself. Better safe than sorry. Come." He said finishing.

He entered the manor. It was quite large, the largest home in Easterling. Kajar walked swiftly down some halls filled with an unusually large amount of servants to a cozy den with a few men sitting down in large armchairs talking. "Uncle Agrippa, Gentlemen, I've come back," he said just before he entered the room.

Lord Bothwell paused for a moment, if he was aware of the Tyrian eating habits he didn't care. The man was after all rightfully a King. "I have no idea what the Checka truely desire from you. You might go home as rich as midas, or as dust in the heavens from the smoke stack of a crematorium. But I have determined that you do not have to return with them. Although they keep on talking about giving you a medal, but for what I have no idea."

Eating habits varried widley among the nobility and Adel of the United Duchies. Bothwell himself was quite a polite eater and had the skill making a comment then eating a morsal as he listened. Of course the Tyrian's silence when he ate was a bit distrubing, but he was too full of himself to actually care why Vassel was acting that way.

OOC: Hmm, well perhaps we should wrap this thread up...it's sort of lanquishing about really.
Presently your so far down on the list of Federal priorities right now you can basicly run your nation again. Bothwell will likely sit around and threaten vetos occasionally and likely only strike down something really stupid so your Parliament can take over, and I think D.B. will pull out once we have the nasty little war with Midlonia.

As for the Princess well I was thinking Princeton or Oxford...although she'd likely get confused as Landgravine Hubris's daughter if she goes to Princeton.

"Figure of speech." Balwin explained the reference to the crocodiles, although in Cyro it was probably a fairly literal statement of what might happen to someone the mob didn't like.

She followed Kajar with more than a little trepidation. Then men in the 'den' somewhat worried her, and she made no attempt to follow Kajar inside, loitering by the door until she could work out whether the mood inside was hostile. It was hard trying to be inoffensive in a country where your continued prescence was highly offensive to many of the locals.

OOC; Alright, I’ll wrap up some loose ends then. I also have a few questions I’ll ask later, but for now…

Oh, and a den is a library or a study, in case you don’t use that word.

IC: Richard Solstice dusted off the shoulders of his black suit with a yawn. He had gotten word that some of the other higher-ups of House Llamanian wanted to have some sort of dialogue with him. Normally he’d send some little Lawman to take care of it, but if it was to take place at this ungodly time at night it was probably something important. His technician looked up from behind the video screen and gave a thumbs-up indicating that it was ready to go. Solstice nodded and adjusted his posture. The black screen buzzed to life showing two rather dour faces staring at him. One was Marimeta, dressed very formally as if she were meeting some foreign delegate. The other was Flax Amelius. He was obviously at Clover Island and was likewise dressed in an expensive suit. It was odd that they were looking at him with such seriousness, truth be told it was a tad unnerving. Solstice gave a nervous laugh. “Ah, Flax, Lady Marimeta, how may I be of-“

“Richard Solstice,” Marimeta interjected forcefully, “We meet under important terms.”

“You, Richard Solstice, Oathman of Great House Llamanian and Guardian to the Princess, are to be stripped of your status-“ Amelius started.

The color on Solstice’s face vanished with alarming speed. “Ah ha ha, Flax, this must be some sort of-“

“Do not interrupt,” Flax said with venom, “As I was saying you are to be stripped of your status on the following grounds. One: During the collapse of Kyrall you made no effort to locate the Princess nor confirm her safety, putting your life above hers which breaks your oath. Second: You have been extremely negligent in your guardianship duties while Marimeta has taken residence in Easterling. Three: Evidence has been uncovered that you have physically beaten the Princess beyond the point of discipline. Four: You have sullied the name of Great House Llamanian by forcing the Princess to go to war with the Federated Klatichan Coast, resulting in the mockery of the crown, not to mention a death toll in the hundreds of millions.”

Solstice was now white with fury, not shock. “Amelius, this had better be some sort of joke-“

“It is no joke, Richard,” Marimeta said now with a hint of pity in her voice. She quickly regained the strictness she had nearly lost. “Richard Solstice, under those grounds you have proven yourself not to be a friend of Great House Llamanian. As a House Sister to the most ancient and noble House of Llamanian I hearby revoke your oaths and declare you unworthy of our freindship. Good evening,” She finished and turned off the connection on her side of the link without another word, as did Amelius, leaving Solstice sitting alone, his mouth dropped open in the night.

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In the Ross Manor, Kajar continued to talk to the men for a small while about the police and the food, and left soon after. He nodded to Baldwin. “Come.” He said, beckoning her to him.

He lead her upstairs and down a corridor untill they eventually reached a door. “Ah, here it is. You’ll be staying in the green room. There’s everything you need in there- bed, restroom, some books- feel free to use any of it. If you need assistance, you can ask a servant, they’re everywhere around here. Oh, and you can use the phone to call for your belongings, if you’d like. Anything else?” He asked.

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“C- crematorium?” Vassal said with a tad amount of fear. He shook his head to erase the thought from his mind. Showing fear. Rudvich would have his neck for that.

“I see. By the by, is there any way I could secure some sort of telephone? I want to contact my family.” He finished, his formality returning quickly.

Baldwin trailed after Kajar, whistling apreciatively as he rattled off the list of facilities, "Wow, looks like you're putting me up better than how Cooper is living."

"I'll take you up on that offer of a telephone as well, although I don't really have much stuff to send over. I didn't really expect to be in Neo Tyr for long. Not that I'd have missed it, I like you Tyrians, it's so sad to see the country torn to shreds."

She smiled warmly, "Thank you. Your generosity is incredible. There is one more thing I would like to ask you though. That would be for, if you have the spare time, to teach me about your culture. I know there are always going to be people who will look at me suspiciously because of the accent and all that, but I really want to make an effort."

OOC: True about this thread, it is languishing and Neo Tyr must want his nation back! :)

I'm just doing weapons testing and finished a naval base on one of the three islands. So my profile is pretty low right now and probably won't impact anyone unless there are some political wranglings going on.


IC:

With the reinforced outer walls of the base now complete, the steel boxes were taken outside and left alone. The scientists watched with anticipation as the detonators blew the cage doors open. A squealing sound, and then pig-like beasts emerged from the cages. They sniffed the ground and soon tore off into the woods.

One scientist looked as his laptop and smiled. He turned to his colleague and commented that indeed the radio collars were working but he couldn't say how long they would stay.

OOC: Well you know if Neo Tyr does come back more regularly , DB is probably going to incorporate them into a huge Machievellian scheme that will overthrow the Government of Klatch and make the Dyelli Beybians rulers of the world! *insane laughter*

OOC: Well you know if Neo Tyr does come back more regularly , DB is probably going to incorporate them into a huge Machievellian scheme that will overthrow the Government of Klatch and make the Dyelli Beybians rulers of the world! *insane laughter*

And Jackalopes will mate with female members of the Checka to produce a new horrific offspring, the Checakalope.

OOC: Isn't that some weird rabbit thing?

OOC: It's a rabbit. With antlers. Oh, and Alconia, please do something with Haart. I just want him back in the fray.

IC: The odd pig-beasts of Vrak would have quite the compition with the bears of the Isle of bears. Grizzlies weren’t uncommon and there was always the threat of the Fangclaw. Fangclaw bears were giant beasts of legend that lived deep in the woods. It's said they could take ten gunshots without even flinching. The only one ever recorded was killed by a hunting party who gave it's skin to Great House Trisken, where the stuffed beast remains in their Great Hall today, although some taxidermists think it may just be some patchwork monster.

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FOr the first time since the collapse of the Kyrall, the parliament met even though they were without the honorable Mr. Vander-Horn, whose fate was only known by Vrak, Kajar, and Edward Birmingham. They passed some rather obvious actions. Project Cirall was approved which would pump money into the rebuilding of the city. Pressure was put on Andorhol to find more food deals abroad and a bill was passed to create more jobs, as the fall of Kyrall had very serious economic consequences. All in all, it would be nothing Bothwell would have to veto, unless he wanted to show some muscle.

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Kajar laughed slightly. "By thunder, do you'd think we'd put you in a shed? No, your a guest of the Ross family and shall be treated as such." He finished with a smile.

Kajar simply nodded after Baldwin said her second. "That’s fine. Don't worry about it."

Kajar smiled sincerely when she said her final part. "You? Well, I'm no scholar of Neo Tyr, but I can defiantly tell you the basics. If you really want to know about Neo Tyr you can talk to Hardy downstairs, he knows pretty much everything you can know about Neo Tyr."

His eyes darted suspiciously about the hallway. "Now, before I go, there are... rumors that House Ross harbors runaway slaves. Now, of course I believe it's a groundless rumor I am by law required to arrest people who actively participate in abolition. So if you get evidence that they free slaves and such and report it to the law enforcement they'll most likely be arrested, understand?" He said with a bit of worry in his voice.

"You're still too kind to me." Baldwin insisted.

:Just between you and me." she gave Kajar a conspiratorial wink, "You might want to keep an eye on the Dyelli Beybians, very abolishionist that lot."

"I might take you up on talking to Hardy, was it? Provided he isn't the sort who will instantly despise me for being a Klatchian."

"Anyway it must be getting late, and I'm sure I'm keeping you away from a well deserved bed, I won't keep you up your Lordship." she smiled warmly, "And remember, if you do find anything you want me to do, please feel free to ask me to do it. This whole liasion business is still somewhat confusing."

Kajar's generosity was not due to kindness alone. Tyrinian House culture demanded that one is to be very hospitable to any that arrived, even if they be enemies. Although Kajar was rather generous to not give quarter to a person in Baldwin's situation would be seen as a tremendous loss of face, and when incredible political weight is your birthright, a loss of face is something very hard to recover from.

Kajar gave a relived smile. "Well, I'll see if I can put a few agents on Dyelli Beybi. But I doubt I can spare them," he said with a hint of sarcasm.

He nodded once more. "Hardy wouldn't care at all. The man has practically no biases against people, which is really odd considering his background. He lives on the grounds, in the house with the white roof west of the manor in the glade. He's always open for visitors."

Kajar took a glance at his watch. "Yes, yes, I do suppose I should get some sleep, and I'll keep that in mind. Good evening, Commissar." He nodded and started down the hall.

When he was out of earshot Young ran up to him. "Lord Kajar, may I ask you a question?"

"You don't need my permission to ask a question, Young," he said without looking at the youth, his tone now steady and without emotion.

"Why are you allowing the outlander to live here? It's dangerous, Sir, considering their communist backgrounds-"

"I am aware of that, Young, but as the saying goes keep your friends close and your enemies closer. We can keep tabs on her here better than we could when she's in her garrison doing God knows what. That's why I brought her here." He stopped in front of his room.

He turned to Young and gave a reassuring smile. "Remember, Young, loyalty to the family overrides all others, and your loyal service shall be rewarded. I know what I am doing. Take tomorrow off, go fishing if you wish. Goodnight," he said turning and entering his room.

"Lord Kajar... Hrm... I still don't trust her...," he muttered and went off to his own room for the night.

Alexia Baldwin was possibly the least offensive Cheka agent in the city. It would rapidly come out she was not in fact trained as a spy at all, she was a detective. The Cheka was a huge establishment, with, in reality, only about half of the Organisation meeting the traditional description of 'spies'.

She was a bright, cheerful young woman, who hated confrontation. If anyone got aggresive or unfriendly towards her, she would apologise profusely for the slight and leave. Like most of the Dyellians had been before Cooper had taken away their priveleges of wandering about town, she seemed more interested in enjoying herself that doing any work.

It was about that time that the Dyelli Beybians decided to release Neo Tyran POWs, although any who were willing, and who passed a rigorous Cheka assesment were offered jobs with the Dyellian military if they wanted it. It was felt that that was easier than dumping everyone back into an economically fragile Neo Tyr.

Less than a week after adopting his own Commisaar, Kajar recieved an annonymous letter. It was confusing, vague and really communicated nothing;

We need to talk. Stop your car just before you arrive at home and I will find you. Try to ditch the driver, we cannot afford any careless talk.

A lone UH-1Z Helicopter passed low over a lush forest near the coast of Neo Tyr. All markings on the Huey had been sprayed over with dark grey paint, that contrasted heavily with the weathered Grey already on the air-frame.

Three black clad soldiers sat in the cargo bay with balaclava's concealing their faces. On the deck, face down, lay two haggard looking figures, dressed in drab burlap style clothes with sacks over their heads.

The pilot expertly brought the helicopter in to land in view of a small hamlet near a meandering river. The skids touched the gravel road and the two men on the floor where thrown out and the helicopter lifted into the air.

A few people milling around the hamlet moved out onto the road to see the two haggard and beaten individuals stumbling blindly down the road.


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OOC: Those were two resistance fighters we captured ages ago, thought I'd return them to make things sqaure. The remaining COH forces will be leaving Neo Tyr shortly.

Kajar was not totally sure what to expect when he read the letter. At first he thought what all Kajars thought when they received an anonymous letter- an assassination threat. Ever since the midnight stabbing of Loyde Kajar in 1973 the Kajars had obtained a very paranoid mindset; not surprising as the had made quite a few enemies. Yet after a good amount of thinking Kajar decided to meet this mystery person. He was the fastest draw in Neo Tyr, after all. He would take with him Forde Frost. Along with the Rosses, the Frosts were a old and traditionally loyal House.

He stopped his car out on the glade that marked the start of the Rosses property and told Young to go take a walk. Young quickly consented and went down the road on foot. He loitered near a small clearing. The messenger would most likely meet him there, far from the refugees and servants of the manor. Frost kept his guard up while Kajar tapped his foot, expecting the worst.

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The river the Hirgiztani came to was the Fallen Leaf, located in the rough northlands on Northreach Isle, paling in comparison to the mighty Blue River. Nevertheless, the two embittered men were found by the villagers and taken in and given a warm place to sleep. In truth, they were happy to be alive in these troubled times, but they'd never let their captors know that.

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Most sailors wanted to go home dearly, and even those who would rather stay in Dyelli Beybi still wanted to check in on their families. Most in the category were pressed, which wasn't totally extinct in Neo Tyr. Usually down-on-their-luck drunkards were pressed into naval service, but even drunkards had ties to their families. The role of the family was very, very important in the archipelago.

"It's alright your Lordship, I'm not going to shoot you." the voice carried that distinct Dyellian lilt.

The man stepped out of the shadows he had been lurking in. He had tailed the Tyrans very quietly. It was hard to make out any facial features, he was sporting an old fashioned cap which cast his face in shadows, "The name is Sebastian."

He didn't give a surname, he was wearing a great coat, which he unbuttoned now to reveal a field grey uniform and a holstered side arm, "Just a little bit of protection for if things turn nasty." he explained, "Now, I believe you are going to like this little proposition I've got for you."

He smiled, "You have something, or more someone who my Employers want, Alexia ap Adam. In return for her we offer you an end to the Klatchian occupation."

"Now." he continued, "That kind of deal very rarely gets any takers, as soon as you add some pretty girl to the mix and suddenly people go all noble on you."

The way he used noble was a way that the likes of Dashwood would bridle at, "We're not going to hurt her, she may not initially like us, but my Employers only wish the best for her."

Frost was wary at first, a trained habit. His prime task at hand was to keep Kajar alive at any cost. However, he was put down with a simple, "Peace, Forde."

Kajar turned. The man himself looked shady. Kajar thought he looked much like some thug from Hale Valley with a rather funny accent. It was quickly obvious that he was not from Hale Valley or even the Northreach District. The way he talked and stood- it all pointed to an outlander. Frost scanned the surrounding area while Kajar nodded. "Right. And I suppose you know I'm Ross Kajar," waveing his hand as a gesture of skipping his titles.

He eyed the gun well and kept his guard up. The moment he heard the word 'proposition' his demeanor changed entirely. His face melted into a complete lack of expression, he crossed his arms, and leaned back a little. The Kajars had been merchants for generations, and although he himself was a public servant, a Kajar who couldn't barter wasn't worth his salt. "I'm listening," he said.

After the entire speech he nodded very slowly. "I'm sorry Mr... Sebastion, but Commissar Baldwin is no slave- her fate is her own. She has safe haven with the Ross family and, in accordance to tradition, the protection of the Kajars. If you want... her you'll need to have her come to you herself. Furthermore, you seem to be in no place to end the occupation. Unless you reveal some means to provide this extraordinary service I can make no deal."

"Sometimes one has to do things that are the best for someone with or without their permission." 'Sebastian' replied, "I was guessing I'd get that or a very similar response, so I'm going to suggest you go back to her and ask her what she thinks is going to happen if she sticks with the Cheka, then reconsider. Neither I nor my Employers have any desire to cause harm to the Commisaar, quite the contrary in fact."

"Meet me back here, same time tomorrow and we can discuss what you've decided."

"Fine," Kajar simply said. He turned to his partner. "Forde, we're going."

Kajar made his way to the manor quickly enough. The refugee camp was shrinking as with the lessened security it made it able to evenly distribute the homeless throughout the archipelago. It was a pity they were never able to plant the garden this year, and there were large dead plots of grass where the tents were. It'd cost a fortune in gardening supplies. Perhaps the Rosses were too good. Nevertheless, Kajar returned home, said his pleasantries to Agrippa, and searched of Baldwin. "Commissar Baldwin," he began as he met her, "You seem to be well. I take it your day was fine as well?"

Baldwin was lounging around reading a book in her quarters. Since arriving at Kajar's manor and discovering she had more or less nothing to do, she'd been doing that more and more, and not wearing the Cheka uniform. The black skirt and blue jumper she wore at the moment, certainly weren't uniform. She stood up when Kajar entered, "Oh yes, fine thank you, how was yours? You're a lot busier than me. Have you found anything for me to do yet?"

"It was ordinary. The Tong are unusually quiet, odd here in Eastering. Really, you Dyellians did some good here, as the wharf district was a crime-infested cesspool and the White wasn't helping one iota. With all the newfound attention I've really been able to clean the streets."

He brushed his hair back quickly. "No, no work right now. I hear that some people want to start up a soccer league, or something, you could find some people who know how to ref you could send some over. There really wasn't an interest at all a few years back. But..."

"Mr. Frost and I met someone out today. He was a Dyellian, in fact, and called himself Sebastian. He seemingly wanted... Well, you. I told him that he would only take you by your own will. He was wearing a long coat, if that helps. Oh, yes, and he wanted me to ask of you what you thought would happen if you stay in the Checka. I'm sorry, but that's all I know."

"No doubt you'll find plenty of bored soldiers willing to Ref your matches if you want..."

Baldwin trailed off, "Sebastian? Don't know a Sebastian, and sorry the long coat doesn't indicate anything except that your new friend doesn't like the cold."

"I have no idea what will happen if I stay in the Cheka." she shrugged as if that were an end to the subject.

"... I see. Well, then I shall tell him you shall stay here than yes? Good." He shuffled a bit uncomfortably.

"I take it all the accommodations are to your liking? I'm sorry if I haven't given you much attention as you are my guest, but I'm a rather busy man. But if you need anything just ask... And do be careful, alright? There was something about that man in the woods that didn't rub off on me right.”

"I fully understand you are busy, think nothing of it, although I would be more than happy to do any of the more menial tasks you might want to pass off to a junior, I am more or less just sitting around all day. Nice of Commisaar Dashwood to give me something to do, aye?"

She gave a wry half-smile, as she continued, "And don't worry about me, I can look after myself. Any chance you might happen to know who this 'Sebastian' man is affiliated to?"

Autumn was starting yet again. The cycle of the seasons would stop for no man and temperatures began to fall up north. In the warm central islands, which Easterling was a part of, it would still be rather warm until October came around.

---

Kajar chuckled lightly. "Well, most of my work is important. I'd love to be out patrolling the streets and such but the paperwork is... Well, this is what I knew what would happen if I took the job." He said with a smile.

He then crossed his arms. "Hrnn... I'm sorry, I don't really know. He did refer to you by your proper name, ap Adam that is. Besides that, I know he was from your country and only mentioned shadowy informers. I'll ask Forde later, but him aside that's all I know."

"Not to worry." Baldwin herself, certainly didn't seem worried, "I'm just curious, I guess I was half expecting you to say it was one of White's buddies."

"I think you need to delegate more, you're wearing yourself out, get a secretary or something."

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Rumours were now circulating that Dyelli Beybi had plans to pump a large amount of money into the Neo Tyr education system, but you couldn't really be sure, certainly the Govermnet hadn't announced anything.

Today was Princess Marimeta's eighteenth birthday. Normally, she would be crowned queen, in accordance to that odd measure Solstice put forth a while back, but with the treaty on Neo Tyr the Parliament and the Princess thought it best to wait until she was twenty one to become queen, a good three years. Although she did not officially become queen, there were still minor celebrations across the land, people shot off little rockets in the street and hung flags from their windows. This was not just celebrating some birthday, but it was a remembrance they were once a great people and a great people they would become again.

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"My secretary is dead," Kajar said coldly. "She died in Kyrall. I now mainly use Young for that sort of work, but I decided it would be best to meet this informant in person."

Kajar rubbed his eyes. "And it certainly seems we'll be in this bad situation for years to come. Tch... I need a bath. I suppose I'll see you later, then." He finished, sounding rather tired.

OCC: Very sorry if this is a closed RP. I felt it appropriate to put in a good word for the Robots' Dozle War allies.

IC:

"...let it be known that the Commonwealth of Robotstan officially backs the Federated Klatchian Coast in the present conflict with Neo-Tyr..."

Parliament in Kingston, while not intending even to raise a finger in terms of military assistance or even diplomatic pressuring, still feels it necessary to give support to its old allies from the Dozle War, although there's only so much that the venerable Beaufighter and Sea Hornet can go about enforcing.

OOC: Nah it's not close LRR

"I'm sorry about your secretary, but in case you hadn't noticed you have rather a lot of unemployed people camped on your lawn." she managed to sound both apologetic and chiding at the same time, "Surely there's someone out there who would make a good secretary, and I dare say they'd be grateful for the job. If you're short on money, just send the wages bill to Cooper, I'd wager the contents of my bank account that he wouldn't even bat an eyelid."

"Sit down and relax, have a cigar or whatever you Neo Tyrans do, I'll run you a bath, then perhaps when you're washed you can tell me about your day." she smiled sweetly, it concealed the fact that she wanted something, although it could wait, wait until Kajar was more receptive.

Marimeta left the country to get her schooling today, as defined in the treaty. Her plane left quietly in the night and suffered no complications. She left the country unsurprisingly in the hands of Flax Amelius.

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"Yes... Yes, I'll get Young on that immediately. And I don’t need money," he said with a thin smile, "I am a Kajar, you know."

Smoking was pretty uncommon in Neo Tyr, as Andorhol had high tariffs on tobacco, but Kajar sat down in a soft chair. "No need. We hired quite a few servants lately, on of them will pour one. I'm fine, don’t worry."

"Well of course." Baldwin laughed, "I keep forgetting that you're rolling in it."

Smoking among the male population of Dyelli Beybi was a major problem. Dyelli Beybi farmed tobacco and exported it, as such there were no limitations on it's sale or advertising, "So what do you locals do of an evening? If this was Dyelli Beybi you'd probably be smoking heavily and drinking yourself into a coma, but nobody accused us of being the healthiest culture in the world."

"Out of curiosity, have you ever wanted to travel?"

Kajar raised his eyebrow slightly. "Your people must have a short life expectancy, with a life like that. But I digress... Well, on a normal life you would usually watch the game if it was Baseball season, have a few drinks with friends, or just stay with your family. We're a very family-based society. Oh, and if you're Hakiri you'd probably respect your ancestors somewhere in there. It's not terribly exciting, but if you want to know about nightlife you should ask someone downtown."

A servant quickly paced into the room. "Lord Kajar, how do you like your fish?"

Kajar idly looked up. "Hakiri-style. Oh, and pour me a bath as well."

The servant bowed and hopped off. Kajar turned back to Baldwin. "Travel? I've been all over the Archipelago, from Duskwood to Nochior. But I enjoy it, yes. Why?"

"Oddly enough we don't drop off dead quite as fast as we theoretically should, especially when you consider the less than fantastic diet and the polution in most of the major cities..." she laughed, "I think we're just naturally lucky."

"Oh I'm just curious." she dodged the question as to why she was asking about travel, "Ever been outside the achipelago?"

Rumors had it that some higherups in the parliment were trying to get a change in the political system and were trying to make it a federal system. They would most likely have the publics support, becuase faith in the crown was lower than it had ever been. Amelius naturally denied all legitmacy to a new system which made several citizens think that there might be more to the change than just a rumor...

Fall had arrived yet again and tempuratures were dropping all over. It had even snowed up in Northreach, or so they said.

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Kajar looked at Baldwin curiously. "No, no I have not. Hardly any nobles ever leave the country, besides old Dart and those in the millitary."

"I'm wanted back in Dyelli Beybi, no doubt coutesy of Commisaar Dashwood." Baldwin smiled fondly, it looked like she genuinely liked the other woman, "Unfortunately the Cheka have decided they know whats best for me, so it seems I may end up in the Greek Islands at least temporarily. All very hush hush."

There was someonething more to this than she was saying.

OOC: Dead? Oh, heavens no.

IC: Ross Kajar nodded his head. "I see... Well, that is too bad. At what time should we expect your departure?" He didn't seem to pry at what Dashwood was hiding; in fact it was hard to tell from his voice he noticed.

"I don't know." she shrugged, "Nobody tells me these things, I'm only supposed to be going on the mission. Why would they tell me anything?"

Baldwin laughed, "So hows the police force these days?"

OCC: Very sorry if this is a closed RP. I felt it appropriate to put in a good word for the Robots' Dozle War allies.

IC:

"...let it be known that the Commonwealth of Robotstan officially backs the Federated Klatchian Coast in the present conflict with Neo-Tyr..."

Parliament in Kingston, while not intending even to raise a finger in terms of military assistance or even diplomatic pressuring, still feels it necessary to give support to its old allies from the Dozle War, although there's only so much that the venerable Beaufighter and Sea Hornet can go about enforcing.

-Interesting to hear from them, wouldn't you say?
-Indeed. Relations have been quite distant since that war so long ago.
-Correct, Intelligence Director. But then again, it has always been a bit hard to find out what side of the fence they were on.
-Hmmmm. We still don't know much about LRR. What do we know?
-Well, they have engaged in peace operations in other theatres. Errr...they are more advanced than us, but not sure if they are of LOW level. In fact, it could be argued that few nations in this universe are capable of matching LOW...but I digress.
-We should find out more about them. Their allies, their interests, and most importantly, their loyalties.
-I shall begin at once, sir.

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To: LLR Foreign Ministry
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: your comments

It is refreashing to hear of your support during this conflict. It is unfortunate that the pakrah nation of Neo Tyr failed to listen to reason in the beginning. Then again, what can one expect from a nation of pakrahs? You would think that the collapse of their capital killing millions would make them see reason and acknowledge the superiority of the FKC.

We hope that all is going well with your nation.

OOC: Alright. I just wanted to come back and give a dignified finish to this thread that will come soon. I'd rather it have a resolution than just stay in a perpetual limbo.

IC: Winter had hit the archipelago, freezing the northern area. Even Easterling had a few inches of snow on it.

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Kajar shrugged. "Well, you know... It's been better. Then again, everything’s been better. We've somewhat recovered, but I'm afraid our limits are still well under the pre-Kyrall phase. But then again, I doubt it'll ever be that strong again."

He then stood. "Well, I should get cleaned up. There is going to be a soiree tonight, it seems. As a guest of House Ross, you'll be expected to attend. If you need anything to wear, we can provide that. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He said, heading to the door.

OOC: Alright. I just wanted to come back and give a dignified finish to this thread that will come soon. I'd rather it have a resolution than just stay in a perpetual limbo.

IC: Winter had hit the archipelago, freezing the northern area. Even Easterling had a few inches of snow on it.

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Kajar shrugged. "Well, you know... It's been better. Then again, everything’s been better. We've somewhat recovered, but I'm afraid our limits are still well under the pre-Kyrall phase. But then again, I doubt it'll ever be that strong again."

He then stood. "Well, I should get cleaned up. There is going to be a soiree tonight, it seems. As a guest of House Ross, you'll be expected to attend. If you need anything to wear, we can provide that. Now, if you'll excuse me..." He said, heading to the door.


OOC: Indeed. A very long but I'd like to think fun rp. Unless you say differently Neo Tyr, assume that my occupation of those three islands is still in effect. But generally, we have withdrawn from your internal affairs, unless of course some kind of plot is a brewin'. Time wise, I have a lack of it right now but I'm willing to go with a story just you and me in the new year regarding specifically those islands. I've got something in mind but I have to think on it a bit more.

IC:

The harsh winter was unexpected, but it involved some readjustments. Vrak was, after all, a more northern state in the Klatch and specialized in navigating cold seas and living in frigid environments.

Still, quietly and with a minimum of fuss, the initialy beefy naval force that was key to occupying the three northern islands had been reduced to one task force with heavily constructed research labs dotting the islands. One island was still used as a weapons range but activity has been infrequent as of late.

It remained to be seen what the fate of the outpost would be. Suffice to say, it perhaps meant that priorities at home were shifting and that Neo Tyr was now, instead of an object of villification, was more of an annoyance. Still, the Vrakians were an emotional bunch despite their usual calm, one would say anal, demeanor. If things remained calm in Neo Tyr, it would be unlikely that a return of Klatchian fleets would be on the horizon.

Besides, some Vrakians were already happy with what was accomplished. Abduction of scientists, military equipment, and prototypes kept the Vrakian researchers busy. The collapse of Kyrall, while unexpected, was seen as a bonus. And Vrak did send some humanitarian aid to the people of Neo Tyr, however inefficient the deliver may have been.

Back in Vrak Prime, some of the Neo Tyrinian jet planes and ships that were salvaged from the South Klatchian sea had been mounted on huge concrete pedestals. Like the Dozle monuments, they would serve as a reminder to all visitors as to the folly of opposing the Klatch.

OOC: In that note, I'll just wrap up things on my end. This was originally meant as a TG to A&H and Neo Tyr, but I have no idea if it was ever read...
Nice RP, though.

IC:
Office of the Cabinet, Houses of Parliament, Arn-Maciska
"... and so we are done with this unfortunate series of events in Neo Tyr," the speaker was the Empire's face to the world, Lady Justina Valdir, and she sounded pleased.
"Therefore I propose we send to the Chambers, and request that they endorse measure-" there was a rustling of paper as she looked it up "-CR4931, and we recognise the Klatchian rule as legitimate, and no longer a military occupation."
"Speakers against?" that dry voice belonged to the Cabinet Secretary, a pressed older man, who sat opposite the First Minister. When no-one stirred, he made a note in the ledger in front of him, and snapping his fingers at a secretary standing behind him, continued in the same voice.
"My lords and ladies, the motion is carried unanimously. Next order of business..."
The secretary silently bowed, and left the room.

Deep within the labyrinthine Houses of Parliament, the wheels of the Civil Service ground into motion, seemingly in response to the wishes handed down from above, but in reality following the instructions that First Minister deMa'iska had given them months before.

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Government Communiqué

To: Victoria Crawford, Landgravine of Hubris, Outer Consul for the Federated Klatchian Coast, or such Relevant Official of The Same.
CC: Princess Marimeta of Neo Tyr, the Foreign Minister or Relevant Official of the Same, the King of Vrak (President of the Federated Klatchian Coast)

Your Ladyship, or sir/madam,
[Your Highness, sir/madam, Your Majesty,]

It is my duty to inform you that yesterday afternoon the Archduke of the House of Lords Spiritual and Temporal recorded the passage of Resolution HL9302 authorising His Imperial Majesty's Government to implement Cabinet Measure CR4931. The Speaker of the House of Representatives passed a supporting resolution late last night, and the Cabinet Secretary has recorded the implementation of the Measure this morning.

Therefore, with the authorisation of the Lords Spiritual and Temporal, and with the support of Representatives, in Parliament Assembled, His Imperial Majesty's Government officially recognises Klatchian dominion and such sovereignty as agreed upon by the relevant parties over the Principality of Neo-Tyr and all territories pertaining thereunto.

God Save The King.

- Baroness Sophronsa Aryet, Rechtaire for Klatchian Relations, Ministry of External Affairs.