NationStates Jolt Archive

The plane soared above the atmosphere, it was now in space. Although not space proper, it was still travelling at speeds well in excess of the speed of light. It was an inovation of Dimmimaran technology, made by pioneering scientists at Dimmimar's Technology centre, DERN. As it slowly started the descent back into the atmosphere, the plane's crew felt nauseated at the sensation of the extreme dive. One man however, did'nt.

Gaius Serpentius was the ruling Dictator of Dimmimar. He was quite young, only thirty two. He was 6'2, had deep green eyes and brown bushy hair. His I.Q was 213, his incredible intellect helping him rule the country. His physique was in good shape too. Everything seemed perfect about him, except for one thing.

At the age of twelve, he was blinded by an accident involving a nuclear waste truck. The truck, was hit by an oncoming car and the waste was catapulted into the field where he was walking. Doctors told him that he woulld never see again. Dr Scuiot Kirondif, performed radical new therapy that enabled him to see again. A bye-product of this, was that his eyes were infused with amounts of radiation that made his eyes constantly glow acid green. Gaius had been a staunch advocator of science ever since.

"This is Dimmimaran envoy to Mississipian control, we will be able to land in three minutes. Do we have clearance to land?"

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Ooc- Sorry for late reply, it's a good bet if it's a Saturday and I'm not here, it's because a gun show has called me away. And Sunday mornings are when I play with (go shooting with) whatever I happened to get at the gun show.


Ic-


"This is Mississippian Air Defense Command, you are cleared to land at Tennessee for primary inspection."

"Thankyou"

The radio crackled with the voice of the pilot:

"Attention all passengers. This flight will land in five minutes." The voice fizzled out.

Gaius made himself presentable and readied himself.......

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Five minutes later.....

Gaius stepped out of the plane and onto the runway.....

The Minister of Information, a one Alessandro Giulio Cesare, stepped onto the runway to greet the delegation, "Hello!" he shouted, trying to be heard over the engine of the jets around him, "Welcome to Tennessee, after we've cleared you through security, we'll move along to Mississippi."

"Thankyou. My guards carry XIM Pistols and other various knives and blades" He said gesturing to the guards. "I carry a weapon myself, I am happy to give them in if this is needed."

Cesare shook his head as the Commonwealth Parachute Infantry detachment present started to sweep their plane for anything and everything. "No, that isn't necessary, at least not yet, but if you are to visit with any of the nobility, or the royalty, you'll likely have to surrender your weapons, temporarily of course."

"That is acceptable." Gaius replied. "May I ask how we are getting into Mississippi?"

Cesared nodded as the men finished sweeping their plane down, "Yes, now that your plane has been cleared, we'll take it in..."

"Thank you very much. My pilots and staff are staying here."

Cesare nodded and escorted the man to the waiting plane. "Here, get in, we'll head for Jackson City..."

"Thank you" Gaius replied.

Gaius stepped onboard the plane. He sat down slowly, buckling himself in.....

The plane soared down the runway and gently lifted off into the air.

About four hours later, they were in Jackson City, at Fabus International Airport.

Cesare walked down the steps of the plane and looked at the Dimmimar delegates, "Well shall we go?" he asked. Then he said, in more of a commanding, yet a polite command, "This way, follow me." as he walked towards a nearby limousine.

Gaius nodded. He examined the city around him, slowly processing the information through his brain.

Nice city, a bit quiet though.

Gaius stepped into the limousine. He helped himself to one of the champagne glasses in the back, pouring red wine into it....

Cesare smiled, "Ah, enjoying yourself already I see, eh?"


The limousine pulled out and headed for the downtown of Jackson City, to the Supreme Commonwealth Senate, where the Czar was currently in conference with the heads of the senates of Namibia, South Africa, Lesotho, Angola, and Botswana, to discuss matters of counter-insurgency operations in their respective territories.

"Yes" Gaius said slyly. "It seems very surreal. The shops are deserted."

It's Sunday!

"Oh, I remember it's Sunday isn't it? And that means that the people are in church. Am I correct?

Cesare shook his head, "No, our holy day is Saturday, we are the true children of Israel, and thus our sabath is Saturday..."

"Oh sorry my mistake." Gaius said blushing slightly.

The Limo pulled up in front of the building. It was impressive, extremely impressive.

Sweet Gaius thought getting out of the car.

"Shall we go in?"

He nodded, "Yes, let's go..." as he stepped out of the limousine.

Gaius, flanked by his bodyguards, signalled them to open the doors of the building. He entered, looking aroung, holding the door for Cesare.

"So, lead the way" He said to Cesare

Cesare nodded his head as he smiled, "Yes, let's go in." He then pushed the doors open and led the way inside.


There were a half dozen or so operatives of the MSAAS inside the entrance of the Supreme Commonwealth Senate building, they were there as part of the extra security for the possibility of an imperial visit.

Gaius looked around. The guards, were as he had been informed, MSAAS operatives.

"Do I need to hand in my weapons?" Gaius asked curtly. "And when will I meet with the Czar?"

Cesare nodded his head, "Yes, I'm afraid so, you'll need to remove any knives, clubs, firearms, pens, pencils, or other instruments of death from your person... You'll also be passed through metal detectors and searched by hand before allowed to meet with the Czar... Standard security procedures..."

"Of course" Gaius said whilst motioning to the guards to give in their weapons.

The guards gave in their weapons and Gaius did likewise...

Cesare smiled, "Good, we may now proceed. Come, follow."

The men started to follow Cesare as the Minister of Information led them forward into the rotunda of the building, the acoustics such that all whispers from across the way could be heard by the men as they moved forward towards the Senate chambers.

Gaius followed blindly, absent-mindedly admiring the pictures and sculptures on the walls of the building.

Such a fine piece of architecture

"I wonder what Roger Fabus will be like" He mused to himself...

Cesare quickly walked ahead of them, "I'll go find the Czar and see if he is ready to receive visitors."

As he walked down the hall, they noticed half a dozen guards in body armor, each guard at least 6'6 or 6'8 in height, they were SRG... Armed with OICWs and MP-5s. Tough looking men that one wouldn't want to mess with.

A few minutes later, Cesare came back, "Yes, this way, the Czar will see you..."

Into the breach...

Gaius prepared himself for the meeting. His tie was straight and neat and his suit was not crinkled.

OOC:
Sorry for some of the short replies. I'll be making more detailed ones once Gaius has met Fabus......

Cesare took him all the way down the hall and to the door that opened into the private lounge the Czar was in.

He was sitting in an oversized armchair, smoking a cigar, smiling, "Ah, you must be the gentleman from Dimmimar, yes? Come in, come in."

Roger stood up from his chair, setting his cigar down as he extended his hand to shake, "A pleasure to meet you sir, you know me, yes? Czar Roger Fabus, just call me Roger, and you are?"

Gaius sat down slowly, shaking Roger's hand. Gaius sat back and eyed Roger carefully. "I envy your nation" Gaius said with a deep sigh. "You have a nice country, do not let people take it away."

Gaius face brightened up suddenly. "But anyway, my name is Gaius, Gaius Serpentius. I am the High Imperator of Dimmimar. Pleased to meet you"

Roger sat down, "Thank you for your kind words about my nation..." He took a cigar out of a box, cut it, and lit it, "Would you like one?"

"Yes, thank you" Gaius said taking one. "So, how are you?"

Roger smiled, "I am great, you?"

"A little tired I admit, the combinations of jet-lag and having to rule a country don't go down very well."

Roger smiled, "Yes, that can be bothersome, eh?"

Gaius smiled "Ah yes, I would have prefered to have been ruler during the twenties. We generally had a large empire, until the wind of change happened. The government was very much a lapdog to Britain."

"Of course, I need to restore the infrastructure of the country, but law and order is generally very good...."

OOC:
I would have shown you my new map of Dimmimar, but I can't get the forums to host it for some reason......

Roger nodded, "Yes, law and order, both are fine things to have, without them one has nothing."

"Look, anyway, the main point of this visit, was to not only thank you for your aid during the civil war, but to also improve the diplomatic overview of the new regime to the Dimmimaran people." Gaius said slowly.

"The last diplomatic contact with another nation under the old Fascist regime, resulted in the complete eradication of the Sevarisian capital."

Roger nodded and yawned a bit, "Yes, so tell me, how is the Dimmimar economy doing right now?"

"Frighteningly well. The high tax rate works, allowing the people to keep enough to get by, whilst we purchase new weaponry and Emergent Technology."

"I need to cut down on the Nuclear arsenal. We don't need one thousand five hundred ICBM's and five hundred SLBM's! Only a fraction of that would do!"

Gaius looked at a large portrait on the wall. It seemed very noble, and dignified.

"Is that Curtis Fabus?" He enquired, gesturing to the portrait.

Roger nodded, "Yes, that is my father... Anyway, your nuclear arsenal is horribly small, we have at least forty thousand ICBMS, over half a million scud launchers and nearly five million scud missiles, we also have our ICBMS with MIRVs, we have IRBMs, SRBMs, SLBMs, ALCMs, and such..."

OOC:
Isn't 40,000 nuclear weapons a bit too much?

I.C:
"Nuclear weapons are irrelevant, the fear they cause is the point of them..."

Roger grinned, "What really causes fear is something like our most recent design, the Racially Specific Biological Weapons, did you hear of them?"

"No, although we ourselves are working on blood type virus's." Gaius replied "Tell me more..."

Roger smiled, "We have the technology, indeed we have dozens of tons of actual agents, that are tailored to specific racial groups, various non-whites, Africans, Asians, Arabs, Semites, Mestizos, and then even more detailed and specific groups... The descendants of Inca, Aztec, Turks, Mongols, Somalians, and such, it's really great stuff."

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"Perhaps we could set up some kind of agreement? I would'nt mind purchasing some of these virus's." Gaius replied eagerly. "We would pay a healthy cash sum....."

Roger shook his head, "No... I'm sure you can appreciate that the virus is not for sale, yes? Sorry about that though."

"Ah, I do not mind, we would do the same with our blood type virus's" Gaius replied in an easygoing manner. "Do you enjoy hunting Roger?"

Roger nodded, "Yes, big game mostly, bears, sharks, and such. Usually with just a knife."

"Knives are good, I use short ones for bear. It is extremely dangerous, but the shortness of the knife enables you to twist through it's ribs, like this-" Gaius made a movement that gestured slitting through the ribs.

"-Then cutting the arteries and veins near the heart, or even cutting the heart."

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"Knives are good, I use short ones for bear. It is extremely dangerous, but the shortness of the knife enables you to twist through it's ribs, like this-" Gaius made a movement that gestured slitting through the ribs.

"-Then cutting the arteries and veins near the heart, or even cutting the heart."


Roger nodded, "yeah, hunting like that is great, but let's not talk about specifics so soon before dinner, okay?"

"Ah I am sorry, I forgot my etiquette. Ah, alas, for the population of bears in Dimmimar is somwhere around ninety, so I had to ban hunting...."

Roger frowned, "Ah, that's awful... We can clone bears for you, have millions in months..."

"Yes that would be nice." Gaius replied gratefully. "As much as I don't wish to appear rude, when will dinner be? I had nothing on the plane...."

Roger shrugged a bit, "I'm not sure, within twenty minutes I believe. The chef is making pheasant today, is that okay with you?"

"Yes that is fine. A fine dish, pheasant. I haven't had it since the summer of um, let me see-" Gaius thought about it for a moment. "-nineteen ninety three."

Roger chuckled a bit, "Much too long, pheasant is something one must eat more often, you'll love it, our pheasant is so much better than other's pheasant, truly an eating experience."

"Ah yes, somewhat of an aquired taste. But anyway, things are perking up for us. We may be joining the Global Dominion of Dictators against Democracy [GDODAD], have you heard of them?

Roger shook his head, "No, I can't say that I have... Tell me though, you know of Doctor Baldur von Schacht, yes? He married one of your top party officials if I do recall, Eva Khakoris, yes? Perhaps you'd like to meet with them in a while, eh?"

"Ah yes, Eva Kakoris. A lovely person." Gaius replied thoughtfully. "I'd love to meet them."

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Roger yawned a bit, "I think they're in Argentina actually, you do know that Baldur holds dual-citizenship, with Argentina and Mississippi, and he is originally from South Africa, well Namibia, but it was part of South Africa until 1990, but now both are in our Commonwealth..."

"I heard. You had some resistance in Namibia, did'nt you?"

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He shook his head, "Nothing serious enough to be called that, just a few misguided idiots, foolishly opposing us."

Gaius sighed. "Alas, for they do not see the place that they hold in the hierachy of beings."

Roger shook his head, "Yeah, sad isn't it?"

"All white men are equal, so says the bible." Gaius quoted. "But one thing that disturbs me, does Curtis and the other bunch of Mississippian scientists really believe that Mississippians are superior?" Gaius skepticised.

Roger shook his head, "No, my father only publicly believes it because perhaps a third of the population believes it, and he wants to have more influence with them. Mladic and Franz Von Schacht, I think they really do believe it, but only a few of the cabinet do, not many."

"A great man, but blinded by his power, any person will tell you that Mississippians, although a great and refined people, still are homo sapiens."

Roger nodded, "Yes, of course, of course. I agree totally."

OOC:
Where are we going with this thread? I mean this dialogue is a bit monotonous.

I had plans for a group, the DLA, or Dimmimaran Liberation Army, to attempt to assassinate Gaius, although I'm not sure how they could get into Mississippi with weaponry? Any ideas?

By the way, If Sevaris declares war on you, you have my military support....

Ooc- There are plenty of weapons inside Mississippi (over 20 billion privately owned firearms and a gun store about every 1/2 mile). It wouldn't be overly difficult for a proven right-wing white Christian male to get a weapon. But the question then is, what reason would this right-wing white male have for attempting to assassinate the right-wing white Christian male leader?

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The DLA is a far-left, communist group. It was once recognized as a party, but it was declared void by Gaius. The members have set up cells all over the world, and its hard to track them down...

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The DLA is a far-left, communist group. It was once recognized as a party, but it was declared void by Gaius. The members have set up cells all over the world, and its hard to track them down...


Ooc- Remember, with our Thought Police Technology, we pretty much determine who is really loyal, and who isn't. Those who only fake loyalty, are quietly "disappeared" from society. It's not enough to publicly love and obey the Czar and the regime, you have to in your head, in your thoughts, love and obey.

OOC:
Is there any way?

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Is there any way?


Ooc- There could be 1 or 2 perhaps, people who managed to pass their thought police scans or something of that sort. I imagine so, yes.

Gaius nodded in contempt. He took a long puff on his cigar and started to speak. The clock struck six, cutting of Gaius' speach. After the chimes had ended, Gaius returned to his conversation.

"Ah, but anyway, why did Curtis abdicate?"

Roger shook his head, "He was ill at the time, and is still somewhat recovering, he basically was under too many pressures and stresses, you know, yes?"

"Hmmm." Gaius was deep in thought.

When will dinner be?

Gaius returned to the conversation. "Yes I can understand it myself."

Roger looked over to a servant who was standing around who then nodded and said, "Ah yes, it should be ready right now, let me go check and if so, I'll have them bring it up."

Whilst Roger was out, Gaius looked around, investigating the room. It was large, nice, but a little to formal for Gaius' liking.

Umm

Gaius started to think to himself, waiting for Roger to come back.

Roger came back, with the servants in toe, each one holding a tray of food.

Roger sat down across from Gaius and said, "Okay, it's ready..."

Gaius got comfortable in his chair, whilst grabbing his knife and fork. He started to cut the pheasant, taking his time in slicing through it. He took a chunk, putting it into his mouth and chewing. It tasted delicious, Gaius was pleased. He grabbed another slice and ate, then took his drink and drank a bit of it.

So anyway, how is your life going, in general." Gaius enquired.

Roger smiled a bit and then started to eat, "So, are you enjoying the food?"

He didn't realize Gaius had asked him a question, he quickly answered, "Oh, life is great, I have a lovely wife, who has already given me one son and is pregnant with twins, my next son and daughter... Mississippi is doing fine, the crops in Mississippian Egypt and South Africa are bountiful, the oil flows freely in Mississippian Egypt and Angola, what more could I want?"

cough, cough, bump, bump, your move...

"Yes, yes. The food is good." Gaius took another mouthful, eating it slowly, he took a swig of the drink and then put it down, swallowing his food. Gaius smiled, "I myself have no wife or children. In fact, my only living relatives is my mother. She constantly implores me to marry, and I think that she is right. But for the moment, I am happy."

Gaius took another mouthful, waiting for a response....

Roger smiled, "You should really marry."

"Ah, my best friend is married and he seems happy. I need children, to love and to carry on my line."

Roger nodded his head a bit, and then smiled, "Well really, you should get yourself a wife and have some kids... If you want, some of our noblemen have unmarried sisters, fine ladies... I could introduce you to some of them if you wish."

"That would be brilliant, thank you." Gaius replied eagerly back.

Roger nodded his head and yawned a bit, "It's getting late eh? Perhaps we can continue this conversation in the morning?"

"Yes, I must get some sleep. Can I arrange somewhere for my guards to sleep?"

Roger immediately replied, "Of course, the hotel across the street, the entire first three floors are already reserved for your party, you may stay in the penthouse if you wish, nobody is using it right now, I made sure of it, it's all yours if you wish... Some of my SRG will stand guard on the roof and balcony for you."

"Thank you, that will be fine." Gaius replied. "Good night, and thank you for your hospitality." Gaius replied, a servant guiding him out of the room.

The servant led him up to the room he was to stay in. After they got there, he pushed open the door and then said, "Sir, your room... If you wish for any feminine company, food, drink, or anything, it could be arranged."

bump- Dimmimar, it's all you buddy.

OOC:
I'll rp it as gaius just getting up.

I.C:
Gaius got up, slowly flexing his muscles. He stood up, putting the kettle on and grabbing a mug. Yawning, he wandered over to his trunk and looked at what he should wear.

Black, brown or casual?

He picked up a casual shirt, his suit concealed it, but the suit could be taken off he needed to do any form of leisure activity. Gaius walked over to the phone, dialing the room service.

"Hello, this is Gaius, I was wondering whether you could please bring some teabags upstairs for me thank you."

Gaius waited, the kettle whistling in the background...

About five minutes later, they had hot steaming tea up in his room, the waiter smiled and said, "Here you are sir, anything else?"

"Not that is all, thank you." He dismissed the waiters and relished his hot tea.

He finally finished it and put the cup down on the table. He got dressed for the day, then left the room. He looked to the corridor, it branched off into two different directions, left or right? He took the left one, hoping to find somebody that would take him to Roger or someone....

There were two SRG personnel just down the hall, one appeared to be a captain the other a corporal, talking about various political issues and current events.


The captain turned and looked at Gaius, "Ah, sir, are you up already? The Czar and Czarina are still both asleep, they'll be up shortly though, although the Czarina might not be up until later..." He chuckled a bit, "I was standing guard outside their room last night, let's just say she is probably very tired, and leave it at that. You know? Hahahaha."


The corporal laughed a bit to and then saluted Gaius.

Gaius smirked. "I'll just take a wander around the grounds." Gaius walked off through a corridor. He was in the same big hall he was taken through yesterday. He sat down on one of the chairs and picked up one of the newspapers, reading it...

The title of the paper, "The Citizen's Guide" had the main headline, "Is Roger Fabus The Second Coming of Jesus Christ?"

The article went on for twelve pages, front and back, with comments from various bishops and religious leaders, asserting that Roger Fabus was indeed at least the mortal manifestation of the will of God, if not more likely the Second Coming of Christ Himself.


The article ended with some remarks from the Czar, telling people he was just a humble follower of God and not to revere him to the point of idolatry and sin, and that they should devote themselves to God first, and Czar second.

Gaius soon read the article and got back up again. He wandered around and looked to the other side of the room. A big poster with the Big Brother emblem was on it.

The thought police...

Gaius sat down again, deep in thought...

About twenty mintues later, Roger came walking by downstairs, looking for Gaius, Roger was dressed in his standard Czar's uniform, with his custom expensive leather boots and his white Czar's cap with the silver eagle. He looked ahead at Gaius, "Ah, greetings, Gaius, how are you? Did you sleep well?"

"Yes thank you. The room is very nice though."

Roger yawned a bit, "Yes, well I didn't do too much sleeping last night if you catch my drift." He smiled at Gaius, as he chuckled a bit, "You know what I mean, eh?"


Roger then looked down the hall, towards one of the dinning rooms, "So, you want to go get some breakfast?"

Gaius smirked once more. "Yes, I take it that Alice did'nt get any sleep either?" Gaius laughed. "Breakfast would be nice, thanks."

Roger smiled, and in an innocent tone said, "You know something, you're right, Alice didn't get much sleep either last night..."

He then chuckled a bit once more and pointed off down the hall, "Come, this way, breakfast awaits, you've not had breakfast until you've had a Mississippian breakfast."

"I'll take your word for that."

Gaius followed Roger, then pondered about something.

"The thought police, would they have to go through my mind?!"

Roger walked into the room and then sat down after Gaius had taken a seat.



The servants were quick to bring out the food, a typical Mississippian breakfast (at least for the upper classes). Steak, mushrooms, toast, eggs, bacon, ham, sausage, pancakes, and fresh orange juice.


Roger started to eat after Gaius had, and then asked him, "Like it? So, any thoughts on what you want to do today? Perhaps a tour of a nearby SRG base?"

OOC:
I plan to get the gunmen to shoot him en route to whevever he's going. Is that okay?

I.C:
"That would be fine, although I would like to see more of Jackson, It seems to be a wonderful city."

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What are the gunmen going to do exactly (will anybody be killed or seriously injured? Will they escape? Do you have IM so we could talk more thoroughly about this. Just so long as you don't do anything serious to my characters, I guess it is okay, if you want your guy shot up, he is after all, your guy. Just don't go shooting up my folks less of course we talked bout it) :)



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Roger smiled, "Yes, Jackson City is a lovely place, isn't it? Although it's a bit too crowded for my liking, nearly one hundred million people live in the city and the immediate suburbs, one-hundred and fifty million if you count the slightly more distant suburbs."

"Phew, Annuminatar has only twelve million people and is nowhere as large as here." Gaius replied. "But yes, visiting the base sounds nice. I have witnessed their discipline. I once went to Luxor on holiday, I could see your troops on the other side of the Nile. I think they were parading."

Gaius waited for a response...

Ooc- Check TGs, please. :)



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Roger nodded his head again, not sure what to say, so he just said, "Hmmm, sounds interesting..." then he thought of a question which might spark some conversation, "So, please, tell me, what was your civil war like? Did it leave a lot of things in ruins?"

"It was horrible. Erelion Isandorne, the former leader of the revolution was my mentor. When he died, I took over. But yes, I have witnessed death and ruin come to my country. I hate killing other Dimmimaran's, it feels terrible."

Roger shuddered as he thought about the history of the 1984 Civil War, over 500 million killed. He shook his head before saying, "Yeah, I know what you mean, back in 1984, hundreds of millions died... It was... Awful."

"Ah yes, terrible. But anyway, I also came to do something else. Although our two nation have a formal peace treaty, how would you feel about an alliance between Dimmimar and Mississippi?"

Roger was thrilled with the offer, immediately saying, "Yes, of course. That is great... Shall we write out the exact terms?"

"We could make a very quick draft in the car on the way to the base, if you wish."

Roger grinned, a bit amused by the idea, "A rough draft in the car, it'd be very scratchy, wouldn't it?"

Gaius laughed. "Well, we can always make a more refined copy later."

Roger nodded his head, "Yes, that sounds great, shall we get a pen out then?"

"Yes, I have one here." He responded, whipping out his pen.

Roger smiled as he flattened out the papers and took up the pen, beginning to write.

Within about ninety seconds, he had written two pages worth of specific alliance terms.

Gaius took the paper and had a look at it. It seemed well, but he needed to add a few more things.

"We have extensive oil supplies within Dimmimar and the newly conquered Indonesian archipelago, would you like access to our supplies?" Gaius queried.

Roger shook his head, "Normally, I'd decline, since we produce five hundred million barrels of oil per day, totally, throughout our Federation... But, we are selling one hundred million barrels to Kahta, daily... So we'll buy some off you, so we can have more overall, you know?"

OOC:
I presume they've got into the car. The DLA members will attack him on his way back from the base. Although they won't kill him. Also, shall we set out some actual terms for the alliance now or later?

I.C:
"Okay, I just wondered." Gaius replied.

Ooc- Later is fine, yeah you assume correctly.

Ic-

Roger nodded his head and took back the pen, writing a few more things down as they came up near a sharp curve in the road near a large grove of trees.

James sat down on the bench. This was indeed his hardest assignment, the laws to get inside Mississippi were draconian. He was carrying a long rifle in a sports bag. It's dynamic shape and the size of the bullets meant that it could penetrate bulletproof armour. Heaven knows how the DLA got their hands on one, but it was better not to ask. He knew his mission, kill that bastard Serpentius and get out, quickly. He had done assignments like this before, but never on someone with such a high profile. He would have to be extremely careful not to arouse suspicion and give his cover away. His actual name whilst he was here was Joseph Langdon, his fathers name. He got up from the bench and walked away, down to the city plaza, and eventually to catch a taxi.

A car brushed past him quickly, he glimpsed at it. It looked posh and royal. A thought ocurred to him. Gaius could be inside the car! After all, he had no doubts that it was anyone's apart from the Czar himself, the bigoted freak.

James walked along the road, looking for a vantage point so that he could catch them on their return journey, if they came by this route....

The driver looked around as the car was approaching the curve, a bit on edge about other drivers or trucks that were known to use this part of the road, the curve, driving on both sides. Most highways in Mississippi were 8 to 16 lanes on each side, but this was just a two lane rural highway.


The two SRG in the car, in the middle section, looked around as well, always taking in the changing scenery, looking for anything out of place.


Roger handed Gaius back the pen, before he nervously started tapping his fingers, saying, "Well, we ought to be there soon, eh? So tell me, was your nation broadcasting stuff about my friend, Baldur Von Schacht? I really don't want the man to look bad, you know?"

"Yes, there was a lot of coverage in the news, but only the Dimmimaran Times did anything really lengthy." Gaius nodded.

"You see, Dimmimar is a bomb waiting to go off, if I took away some of the outdated old concepts like freedom of the press then the outcry would topple my rule. I look at the mistakes of the past, if I slowly infiltrate my followers into the ranks of the press, then can I broadcast whatever I want to the people."

Roger nodded his head, "Hmmm, I just hope nobody here really reads that, eh? It's basically unique to your nation, right? As for your national problems, if you'd like, the SRGIO could help crush your political enemies."

"Not really, the Dimmimaran Times has outlets in most of the world, including Mississippi." Gaius responded. "The SRGIO wouldn't be able to help, I have to toe the line, the Dimmimaran Liberation Army is in stalemate with me, If I attack them, they attack me."

Roger grinned, "Yeah, that is the way to work it, if they attack you, crush them... You know what I mean?"

He sighed a bit, "Well if you need any help ever, with anything, don't be afraid to ask, we all got to take care of our kind, you know what I mean?"

"Ah, looks like we're here." Gaius gestured to the military base. The driver stopped the car and parked.

Roger nodded his head, stepping out just after his guards had, the two guards scanned the nearby woods and brush for any signs of anything that ought not to have been there.

Roger smiled as he tapped the Walther PPK in his shoulder holster, just making sure it was still there.

"Nice gun, my XIM's only a 10mm. I go for stealth." Gaius responded quickly."

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James leaned forward, slowly cocking the gun. He pulled it back. The vantage point was brilliant, he could see for miles and with his gun, he could shoot anyone, literally. All he had to do now was to wait for the High Imperator to return back...

Unlucky bastard...

Roger nodded his head again, smiling before saying, "Very nice... Shall we be on our way then?"

"Yes, lets, I look forward to this. You don't mind if I take some mental notes and apply it to my own forces?"

Roger shook his head, smiling before saying, "No, not at all, please feel welcome to... In fact if you'd like, we can get you a camera..."

"That would be brilliant, thank you. I know how to operate a camera."

Roger snapped his fingers and a nearby SRG officer produced a small video camera, a pocket sized one, it recorded to a small rectangular disk that was only as thick as a dozen dollar bills.


The officer handed the camera to Gaius, saying, "There you are sir, just press the green button and you're going, red stops, and blue pauses..."

"Idiot proof" Gaius muttered to himself. "Shall we get going then, Roger?" Gaius said....

Roger smiled as he saw Gaius seemed to be enjoying the camera, quick to reply though, with, "Yes, of course, let's go..."

As they were walking towards the base entrance, there was a patrol of BMP-3s rumbling by. There were men with AKM rifles riding on the tops of the armored vehicles, each seemed to be scanning the woods in the distance, they were paranoid men, always one their guard, even here in Mississippi.

"Why so careful? Nobody could get into Mississippi."

Roger shook his head, "Yes, I know, but still, can't be too careful."

Roger smiled before repeating himself, "Nope... Can't be too careful, can you?"

"No, sorry, I dozed off for a second their. But anyway, shall we get on with it. What's that building over there? A refactory?" Gaius gestured to the building.

Roger shrugged, "I don't know, let's go find out then, shall we?"

Roger then led Gaius forward towards the building.

Gaius walked forward slowly, pacing with his strides. He could see people through the window doing something, but he couldn't see what. Holding up his camera and walking inside, Gaius took a look around...

Roger motioned at the entire front room, saying, "Feel free to walk around at your leisure."

It appeared to be some kind of refactory cum class. He could see women cooking meals for the men. The women were being instructed by a rather tall and slim woman, she was barking out orders, and the women complied, taking the food to the men. Intrigued, Gaius walked over to her.

"What sort of place is this?" Gaius queried to the woman.

Ooc- I'm confused, what is going on here?

I was sort of going along with this seeing where it would go, but no offense, you're basically RPing what MS military bases are like, and this is NOTHING like what an MS military base is like. (Firstly, there are NO women on MS military basese except the wives and daughters of MS soldiers and officers who live on base). So please tell me what is going on, where this is going, thanks.

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Sorry, I read in one of your posts once that women cooked for the men in a military base, I simply presumed that was what it was like. Sorry if I got the details wrong....

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Sorry, I read in one of your posts once that women cooked for the men in a military base, I simply presumed that was what it was like. Sorry if I got the details wrong....


Ooc- Nah, in high school, the girls cook for the boys for breakfast and lunch, you must have read that one. :) It's okay though. Anyway, at the military bases, the male cooks and the grunts on KP handle the food, either that or soldiers just eat what their wives or mothers provide (often times mothers send warm lunches to soldiers for those weekend maneuvers in the cold rain... yah, a lot of MS guys are momma's boys)

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Okay, I'll restart this post.

I.C:
Gaius walked into the room, it seemed to be some sort of target practice area. He walked through, the room seeing the men target targets with their guns. He walked up to what seemed to be the captain.

"Hello, I just came to observe your men."

The man nodded his head before he turned to reply, "What was that sir? What are we doing? Just routine firearms practice, want to try?"

He extended a pistol towards Gaius, offering to let him try it out.

Gaius inwardly frowned. He wasn't that good at firing any kind of firearm. Yes, it paid to be courteous.

Gaius fired, four shots in rapid succession, all of them had flung widly off course and not even hit the target.

The officer stepped over to him and handed him a different pistol, a 9mm rather than the 45 he had been using, suggesting, "Why don't you try that, it's easier to handle..."

Roger then stepped close to Gaius and helped him steady and aim the gun, saying, "Just ease back on the trigger after you line up the sights... Remember, hold your breath and just ease it, don't pull..."

"Ah, yes, I'm not that good with guns. I'm a good fencer, but I need some practice with my aim."

Gaius aimed the gun. He pulled the trigger and fired, taking Roger's advice. When the smoke cleared, he had hit three out of his five shots.

"Not bad." Gaius said to himself.

Roger grinned as he looked at the target, saying, "Not bad..." Before adding, "Well then, shall we be moving along or do you want to shoot some more?"

"Lets move on." Gaius grinned.

Roger nodded his head, quickly covered his mouth to stifle a yawn, and then led Gaius forward, asking, "So, what do you want to see now?"

He motioned towards a nearby armory, then the air control tower, some hardened fighter jet hangars, and then finally to the tank garages.

"Lets look at the tanks." Gaius responded. "You must come to Dimmimar someday, In gratitude for the hospitality that you have shown me."

Roger smiled as he cracked a bit of a grin, pleased to see that his guest thought well of his stay thus far in Mississippi. Roger had always wanted to be a good host, and he felt it was great that he making a good impression. Really, he shouldn't leave diplomacy to anybody except a few of his closest family and friends, and himself. It was too fragile a thing to be left to untrained and uncultured ignorant people.

After a few seconds he replied, "Really? Sure, I'd love to come to Dimmimar, I'm sure Alice would love it also."

"Yes, I've heard that she's a charming woman. How many children do you have? I would love to meet your family."

Roger smiled before frowning a bit, "We have one... Just one." at the "just one" part was when he frowned.

But he was quick to regain his smile, saying, "We're soon to have more though. Alice is pregnant with twins, and she wants more after that still, as do I."

Gaius was a master of subtle signals and knew that it would be wise to change the subject. Gaius smiled and stopped as the large doors of the facility loomed above them.

"After you."

Roger smiled before he nodded his head and proceeded through the opened door, saying, "Follow Gaius, follow... Here we are, the tank garage..."

"Impressive." Gaius commented, looking at the barrel on one of the larger tanks. He walked around, looking at the various tanks, he had been tank division commander before the civil war.

"These are nice tanks." He added.

Roger kicked the tank lightly with his right foot. It barely made an audible sound, rather he nearly winced in pain, it was a solidly built tank.

He tapped against it softly with his hand, it was a T-98W. Finally Roger whistled before suggesting, "Hey, let's take it for a ride, eh?"

"You drive, or shall I?"

Roger chuckled, but politely so. "Since you've never driven it before, and I have, well I'm not in a suicidal mood today. I think I'll drive, okay?" he said.

"Okay then, lets get in. Gaius clambered in through the entrance hole. He frowned, this certainly looked different. He reminded himself that the last time he had been in a tank was ten years ago...

Roger started the engine and quickly called for 3 nearby SRG to join him in the tank, it required a crew of 5 to function at maximum efficiency. The bare minimum was obviously just 1, a driver, and ideally 2, a commander/navigator and the driver.


He tapped Gaius gently on the shoulder, asking, "Where do you want to go first?"

"Those fields look nice, although the trees might get in the way." Gaius replied chuckling. "But if you want to cause mayhem, go with the fields."

Roger shook his head as he maneuvered right through the trees, plowing right through them.

He was shouting, "Ye ha!" the entire time as they knocked down tree after tree.


He turned back to Gaius, "Having fun?" he asked.

"Yes, but look, I think that our maneuvering has been commended by the captain." The cpatain was laughing and saluted them.

Roger smiled before suggesting, "Hey, take the wheel why don't you, Gaius? We're in a tank, what could happen..."

He was quick to add, "Just don't steer us off a cliff..."

"I'll break a leg, or rather won't." Gaius manned the tank, sending it bumping down a rather large hill, turning around, then driving like a madman. Gaius started to laugh.

My life is perfect, what could go wrong?

Roger popped open a bottle of brandy and handed it to the gunner, who took a swig, and then passed it to the next man, and so forth. Roger himself didn't take a drink, since he'd promised Alice he wouldn't drink so early in the day. But he did pass it to Gaius, saying, "Here, drink up..."

"No thanks, I'm fine at the moment."

Roger nodded his head, saying, "Yeah, okay then... Well if you want any later, tell me."

Gaius looked at his watch.

"Goodness, It's almost four."

Roger shrugged, "Heh? What happens then?"

"Oh, sorry, a program on the television was on, The decline of our culture was on."

Roger nodded his head and smiled before saying, "Great, let's just go to the nearest estate and watch it, shall we? Nobles here are nice about letting me on their estates, they'll likely extend you the courtesy also."

"Okay then." Gaius got out and stepped into the waiting car. He held the door open for Roger.

Roger got into the car, saying, "Thanks". Right after Gaius got in, one of the SRG shut the door and then ran back into the tank which went off back towards the base.

After a few minutes, when they were approaching the building where the assassin was stationed, Gaius asked Roger a question.

"Why were you apprehensive when I asked you about how many children you had before? I understand if you'd rather not answer."

Roger sighed, "Because I'm twenty and only have one kid so far... It's a bit embarrassing..." He then smiled, "But I'm very proud I never had a kid outside of marriage and that I am not some hedonistic lustful sinner. The only woman for me is Alice and that is how it will always be."

Gaius raised an eyebrow. "In Dimmimar most parents have children in their thirty's!"

Roger chuckled, amused at the massive cultural differences, he then shook his head whilst saying, "Well I guess then things are different here, eh?"

"Yep, well lets not foc-"

Gaius was cut off by the fire of a bullet, it smashed the the window, spiralling into Gaius' chest violently spraying blood everywhere...

Roger immediately started applying pressure to the wound as the car sped off, flooring to nearly maximum speed, heading for the nearest hospital. A few SRG guards nearby in a hummer immediately opened fire on the suspected sniper location.

Roger was now giving Gaius CPR while the only guard in the car was applying pressure on the wound and pouring anti-bleeding powder into the wound to stop the bleeding.

OOC:
Tired, go to sleep, goodnight. :p

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Tired, go to sleep, goodnight. :p


Ooc- Okay, I have things to do, need to nap and then get up for night activies (If you must know, I'm going to see a play)

If you get any IM, msg me. :)

Gaius drifted in and out of conscienous, the pain of the bullet was unbearable. The bullet has shattered and lodged into various places. He couldn't move, one had got stuck into his spine. Gaius finally lost conscienous and all was peaceful...

They arrived at the hospital and quickly pushed their way by all the onlookers to get Gaius into surgery. He was in good hands, Mississippian surgeons had an excellent record.

James ran frantically, taking any path that led away from civilization. It wouldn't be long before the authorities attempted to track him down. He came to a worn path, some kilometres away from where he had shot Gaius. Thinking rationally, he jumped into a ditch and lay there, thinking about what to do next....

Immediately a platoon of Republican Guard was sent to search the entire area, leaving nothing unturned. They were using dogs and heat detectors to sense anything that was out of place.

They would have sent more men, but they would just mess up the track and the scent. Thirty was plenty, these men were trackers anyway, it wouldn't be long...

James started to fret, he hadn't counted on being captured. He knew the risks when he signed up for the job, risk of death et cetera. But he finally knew why nobody else has chosen this assignment. The DLA were counting on him to die so that they wouldn't have to pay him the extravagant price of five million Imperial Yans. At least they had given him poison though, he had no intention of being tortured. James sat down slowly, fumbling with the poison in his pocket.

He took it out and unscrewed the cap, tossing it into the ground nearby. Defiantly, he started to frantically scribble out some words on a small piece of paper.

Here I lie, a martyr for the cause of Democracy. We will liberate Dimmimar, we will destroy the bigoted regime of the Fascist scum. And when were done with them, we'll come get you!

James stood up, thrusting the poison down his mouth. It tasted bitter, like fermented oats. He could feel the numbness already, his legs wobbled and he collapsed to the ground. He felt it crawl up his waist. He tried to think.

But he no longer lived...

The RG found the body a short while after, within minutes actually, and they quickly administered a poison antidote in hopes of reviving the man.

They wondered if it would work.

OOC:
Did you have something planned for James being captured or something?

Ooc- Only if you want to do it that way.

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I would prefer him to die.

The RG kicked and shook the body after the man failed to be revived, but they were forced to admit he was dead, he wasn't faking it.

Finally one of them thumped him in the eye with his index finger, the ultimate test to determine if he was really dead.

He was...

Gaius woke up screaming. The pain shooting up his chest was unbearable. He felt horrible and knew that if he died, they're would be chaos in Dimmimar. He had not thought of naming a successor. This thought kept him going. He lay back down and waited patiently, for nothing.

The doctors were at his side, they'd saved him, but he was in pain, one of them immediately increased the dose of pain-killers that he was on. He then tapped him gently on the shoulder and said, "Sir, are you okay? Can you hear me?"

Roger was standing nearby, he quickly walked over to Gaius and said, "Great news, you're alive, the man who tried to kill you though, sadly is dead... I wish we could have captured him... Say, not that it's the best time to bring up, but we have a problem, your ambassador Joseph in Jackson City, he is doing a lot to interfere with our internal family problems in the nobility. I was wondering perhaps if we could rough him up a bit and see if that quiets him up, if not, well..."

Roger was reluctant to continue, "If not, well... We might have to ask your permission to... Permanently silence him..."

"Well, explain the problem to me." Gaius responded weakly, clutching his shoulder.

Roger sighed and then started to explain, "Well you see, Dr. Schacht is soon to have a son since his wife is due to deliver soon. But she seems to have left him. The Schacht line is near the end, so we can't allow the future of their line to just be taken away like that... Anyway, if we need to, we'd like your permission to silence the ambassador..."

"Can't we sort this out peacefully? If Eva could have some limited access to the child that would be fine and I could tell Joseph to stop protesting." Gaius replied.

Roger shook his head, "No, afraid not... See, she'd likely corrupt the boy and turn him against his father, or try to steal him away... But it'd do her no good, this being Mississippi, she'd never get out, she'd just traumatize the boy. I think we really ought to just consider elimination of Eva and Joseph as the only real options at hand."

"I'm sorry Roger but I can't accept that, Joseph and Eva have proved to be loyal servants of the regime, killing them would send out the wrong message. Also, Joseph might be the High Imperator once I've died, I'm not sure about that bit though."

Roger frowned, sighing before replying, "You know, I'm asking you this as a favor, we did save your life from that Dimmimarian terrorist who shot you... Yes, he was one of yours, they found the body within ten minutes after you were shot, I meant to tell you first thing when you came to... But anyway, please grant me this one favor and grant us your blessing to, if necessary, eliminate them, at least the woman."

"I'm sorry Roger but no. However, Eva will be placed under permanent house arrest in Dimmimar and not allowed to leave the country; ever."

Roger sighed, "I'm sorry that's not good enough... We did save your life you know, I'd hope you'd be a little more flexible."

He then suddenly suggested, "You know, there is an alternative, talk to her and convince her to go back to Baldur..."

"Um, I could but Eva is something of a hothead. Very impetuous. I doubt that I could convince her, mabye Joseph could." Gaius responded.

Roger shrugged again, "Meh... I dunno..." before he was quick to suggest, "Hey, how about we just have the memories of finding out what Baldur had done, erased out of her brain?"

"No Roger! If you erased her memories this would happen again in a few years, with disastrous affects. I'm sure that Joseph will be able to convince her."

Roger nodded his head, "Well then, I've got to make a few calls, since I had anticipated your approval of the elimination, and gone ahead and okayed Franz's plans already..."


Roger then quickly ran out of the room and started dialing on his cellular phone as he was still in the hallway, running to get outside to get better reception.

Gaius started to sit up and waited patiently for Roger.

About five minutes later, Roger came back into the room, he was shaking his head, frowning and not knowing what to say, so he just said it, "Franz tells me she's already dead and there is nothing he can do it, we're too late..."


Of course Franz was lying, he was intending to have the SRGIO go through with killing her, nobody would ever be the wiser as to when she died.


Roger then wondered if he ought to contact SRGIO Command and have them contact the team in the field, so he could hear it from the captain's mouth, what the situation was. He asked Gaius, "Think I ought to keep making calls?"

"Yes, after all, if she is dead we will need the body for burial." Gaius responded. "I can make the calls if you wish."

Roger shrugged, frowning again before replying, "Franz said nobody will ever find the body the way they disposed of it..."

"Look Roger, I think that Franz is lying. But if she is dead, then we can merely find her body, or bits of it later."

Roger nodded his head, sighing, hating to admit one of his cabinet members was a liar, "Yeah, I guess he probably is..."

"Well, lets change topics for the moment. Do you know who attacked me?" Gaius said slowly.

Roger nodded his head, "Yah, part of that terrorist group in your nation, I'm not quite sure what the name was though, I forgot..."

"Hmm, the Dimmimaran Liberation Army eh? This is worse than I thought. Roger seriously, if they managed to get a person in to assassinate me then they may have cells all over Mississippi."

Roger shook his head, "No, not likely, we do brain scans, we'd have detected it... I imagine it was just a lone nut who wanted attention..."

"Nope, believe me, the DLA don't play solitary assassination, they'd do something far more grand and deadly."

Roger shook his head, "No, no, no, they couldn't get so many in here, could they? Maybe a few dozen, not too many though..."

"Roger look, I honestly don't know how many could get in but the DLA usually give huge backup to missions like this. He would have had at least a dozen to eighty people infiltrating. At the best, they'll be easy to crush. At the worst, they'll wreak havoc."

Roger didn't seem to worried, "Never mind, the SRGIO and SRG will deal with this, in a quick and efficient manner..."

"It should be easy, just polygraph check all Dimmimaran tourists that have come in since the past month."

Roger grinned, "Ah yes... I'll issue the orders right away..."

"Well, I have to say that this has been the most eventful trip I've ever been on." Gaius laughed.

Roger chuckled as well, "Oh Gaius, you're not serious are you? I mean laughing, this was hardly fun for you I bet... Well anyway, you can have a few cars and guns to help remind you of Mississippi, okay?"

"Thank you, I shall have to return the favour sometime."

Roger yawned a bit, tired from the excitement of the day. He nodded his head lightly before saying, "Well Gaius, I need to get to sleep, okay? Can we talk more in the morning..."

"Yes, I will talk to you in the morning, sleep well my friend."

In the morning, Roger woke up at about 8 am and promptly went to see if Gaius was up yet. That is after he placed an order for the breakfast for both of them to be on the balcony overlooking the back gardens of the estate. He thought it would be a nice chance to talk to Gaius about various matters of Dimmimarian-Mississippian relations.

Gaius woke up when he saw Roger entering the room.

"Oh sorry Roger I didn't realise that I overslept." Gaius said whilst yawning.

Roger chuckled, trying to put Gaius to ease, "No need to apologize, I'm surprised you're even able to get up, after what happened the other day... But our science here is wonderful, isn't it? Anyway, do you want me to have them bring you breakfast in bed since you were so seriously hurt the other day?"

"No, I'll come. You go ahead, where are we having breakfast?" Gaius replied.

Roger replied with a smile, "The balcony on the sixth floor, it has an excellent view of the gardens behind the mansion, you'll love it, I know you will."