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Greetings, fellow Imperial citizens. This is a GIIN special report. Our great lord Emperor, Antonius I, announced earlier today his intention to marry his longtime mistress, Alexa Mariana. The ceremony is set to take place in a week, as the culmination of a spectacular three day long festival in Generia City.

This is indeed a joyous day for the Empire and her noble ruler. Let the wine flow freely as the masses dance wildly in the streets. We now return you to your regularly scheduled 'Seinfeld' reruns.

Official Imperial Statement

Emperor Antonius I, sovereign lord of Generia, has made clear his intention to enter the bonds of marriage with the noble Lady Alexa Mariana. The Empire extends her most humble invitation to all who wish to attend the celebration, which should prove the largest and grandest in recent Imperial history.

Information on security and accomodations to come as the details are made available.

Official Imperial Response

The emperor was overjoyed at this momentous occasion, and shall attend the wedding. He also inquires as to weather or not there will be a batchelor party (Human Rights Conference III, muahahaha). However, pressing matters at home may limit his stay in Generia, as currently the Empire is on a state of high alert.

Official Imperial Response

The emperor was overjoyed at this momentous occasion, and shall attend the wedding. He also inquires as to weather or not there will be a batchelor party (Human Rights Conference III, muahahaha). However, pressing matters at home may limit his stay in Generia, as currently the Empire is on a state of high alert.

Official Imperial Communique

Antonius is most pleased to hear that the Emperor will be attending, and assures you that the bachelor party will be one to remember, or more appropriately, not remember.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

I wish to congratulate my good friend Antonius not on just his return to power, but on this wonderful announcement. I too am looking forward to the bachelor party which I'm sure will be the event of the year. On that note I would like to attend this celebration.

Coordinator of the Concordiat Achilles Brown

Official Imperial Statement

The Imperial government has decided that, in light of the fact that it is not every day Antonius gets married, all guests shall be given full accomodations at the Tiberius Hotel in Generia City. The hotel is a mere two minute drive from the White Citadel, and sports the finest accomodations in the Empire.

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With regard to security, all such measures will be handled personally by the Imperial Praetorian White Guard, the Emperor's personal body guards.

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OOC: My g.f. lives in Thailand. :(

IC:

To: His Majesty, Emperor Antonius
From: President J.L.

My friend, I am elated at the spectacular news that you wish to wed. The people of Roach-Busters and I wish you and your pulchritudinous fiancée all the happiness in the world. May your union be lifelong, blessed, healthy, and satisfying. I wish you nothing but the very best, my friend.

OOC2: J.L., his wife, and 500 Secret Service agents will be attending the wedding.

Official Statement from The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose:

Me and my wife wish to attend the marriage of our close friend Antonius. We are joyous to hear that you are finally getting married. We trust the Praetonian Guard will protect us. And I'm sure this will extend the special relationship between our two nations. I hope that God blesses your Holy Union.
Sergei Ilyanov
President of The Island of Rose
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Official RB Government Statement:

We also request permission to transport 100 SAM sites and 1,000 tanks to surround the location of the wedding, as a deterrent to possible assassination attempts on President J.L., Emperor Antonius, or anyone else.

We will also deploy 75,000 combat troops (if permitted)- just in case.

The Premier and his wife are overjoyed with news of the marriage, and would be pleased to attend the event personally, if permitted by the Emporer.

Premier of the Republic
President Hunztach Windarzx

Kaiser Christian Gottschalk of Pergast shall be in attendance, and offers his best wishes to the happy couple. Accompanying him is the 3rd battalion of the 13th Grenadier Guards (OOC: 642 men, with artillery and an IFV squadron, in case anyone cares).

Emil Kaufmann
Foreign Minister

We will also deploy 75,000 combat troops (if permitted)- just in case.

OOC: :blink:

Isn't that a little overkill?

OOC: :blink:

Isn't that a little overkill?

OOC: Maybe, but better safe than sorry, right? ;)

Shah Khosru will be attending if Generia accepts his presence. Oh, and expect plenty of wedding gifts.

-Foreign Minister Piruz Savhadkohi

Official Transmission

As always, the emperor will be traveling without protection, we shall leave that up to the Praetorians. Just a note: don't be alarmed if you see a tank rolling down the street towards the wedding. *hint*hint*

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Official Imperial Communique

To: President J.L. of Roach-Busters
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Emperor Antonius is most pleased to hear that you will be attending the ceremony. We also appreciate your offer of additional protection, although the 75,000 combat troops are far from necessary. The Empire expects the festivities to go quite smoothly.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: President Sergei Ilyanov, The Island of Rose
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

The Emperor is still grateful for your support in restoring him to where he is today, and so is honored to learn that you and your wife will be in attendance. He trusts that you will find the accommodations most suitable.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: President Hunztach Windarzx, Psov
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Of course you and your wife will be most welcome to attend. The Emperor would have nothing less. We will send a car to pick you up at the airport when you arrive.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Emil Kaufmann, Pergast
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

The Emperor thanks you for your congratulations and looks forward to meeting the Kaiser personally. We welcome and are honored by the presence of your security forces.

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Foreign Minister Piruz Savhadkohi
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

The Shah is always welcome in Generia, and Emperor Antonius is most pleased that he will be in attendance on this day of days. We also welcome the wedding gifts.

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To: Emperor Antonius I of Genaria
From: Office of the Elected Leader of the Free Land of Cotland

The Elected Leader and his wife was overjoyed when they got news of the wedding, and wish to extend their wholehearted congratulations to Emperor Antonius. They also wish to be present at the ceremony, if permitted by the Emperor.
Office of the Elected Leader of the Free Land of Cotland
Relayed via communications office,
Embassy of the Free Land of Cotland

His emperorship Alexander I of the Alexian empire would like to personally congradulate Emperor Antonius on his inpending marriage, and would be honored if he would be permitted to attend. If so, would it be permisable to bring along a handfull of bodyguards?

Best wishes, the appointed parliment.



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The emperial goverment feels that is is high time to establish beneficial diplomatic relations with the great Generic Empire, and proposes that we establish embassies in each other's respective capitals.


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The Premier thought it self evident that he and his spouse would be accompanied by security but feels it is best to alert the Emporer regardless that he will be accompanied by his personal security force consisting of 15 body guards, 12 heavy security troopers, 2 sentinels, and 5 Kung-Fu masters.

The Premier of the Republic
President Hunztach Windarzx

Official Imperial Communique

To: Office of the Elected Leader of the Free Land of Cotland
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

The Emperor thanks you for your congratulations, and would be delighted if the elected leader and his wife would attend the ceremony personally.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

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Official Imperial Communique

To: Emperor Alexander I
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Emperor Antonius is thankful for your congratulations, and would be honored by your presence at the ceremony. The Emperor gives his permission for your bodyguards to accompany you. On an unrelated note, the Emperor also feels that diplomatic relations would be beneficial to both parties, and will take immediate steps to begin the process of diplomatic exchange.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

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Official Imperial Communique

To: President Hunztach Windarzx
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Your security force will of course be permitted to accompany you.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai,
Appointed Chancellor of the Imperial Congress,
Loyal Servant to Emperor Antonius I

The Emperor is everjoyed to be able to attend, and will see to it that he brings wedding gifts fit for an emperor!(wait...)

As for the diplomatic relations, the emperial goverment is very pleased about that aswell, and welcomes you to construct an embassy in our capital(see link.)

Three planes were flying into Generia. One carried the Shah and some servants, and the others carried necessary items for the celebration. Captian Bijan Taheri, the Shah's personal pilot called Generian ground control, "Ground control, this is Shah Khosru's party retinue requesting permission to land, over."

In the 79th Apartment on 5th street in Vatican City, a Selucid sat, a thousand different wires connected to him from the computers surrounding him. The wires translated infomation to his nerves, which in turn sent the messages to his brain. When the infomation that the Emperor in the Generic Empire was to be married, he sent a nural command, and the wires all drew themselves into the walls. The Selucid stood, and walked out the door. He moved through the deserted streets quickly, and arrived at the international Airport. When he arrived at the Desk, he showed his pass as a Dagashii And was immidiatly shown to a seat on the next plan to leave for the capital. He sat, and sighed in relife, his weak legs not used to so much walking. He smiled, the message he had sent before hand would have reached the Generic Empire by now.

-The Alethrians in control of Vatican City have sent a embassy to celibrate, he will arrive soon. You do not need to show him in, but he will arrive in the city none the less. If you do not wish him to stay, he will leave, but otherwise he will.

OOC Yes, I know the rules say Vatican City is Rome, the Truth is it is IN rome, but it is not the city itself. So.......

A lone C5 Galaxy landed at the airport, touching down on a private runway. The rear ramp dropped, and the wedding gift rolled down at 40 MPH, driven by Emperor Helldawg. He then drove through the terminal, confusing the majority of the guards, until they saw who was driving it. They would be used to crazy things happening when the Emperor of Doomingsland came to visit.

The Emperor and his bodyguards show up at a border crossing, packed into a a rusting,bright green hummer, and after going through the proper procedures, they begin there drive to the capital.

Three planes were flying into Generia. One carried the Shah and some servants, and the others carried necessary items for the celebration. Captian Bijan Taheri, the Shah's personal pilot called Generian ground control, "Ground control, this is Shah Khosru's party retinue requesting permission to land, over."

The radio crackled to life.

"Permission granted. Welcome to Generia."

((OOC: You should make a different thread for the arrivals and wedding))

((OOC: You should make a different thread for the arrivals and wedding))

((OOC: Why waste the bandwith?))

A modified Gulfstream V flew over the border of Generia, accompanied by 2 EuroFighter Typhoons, flying in a escort pattern. Inside the Gulfstream, wich was painted all white with the markings of the Cottish Defence Force, were the Elected Leader of Cotland, Thomas Rothsky, his wife, two secretaries and few servants in addition to a few bodyguards. The pilot of the Gulfstream, Colonel Mike Dart, called up the Generian flight control. "Generia flight control, this is Charlie Delta Foxtrot flight, requesting permission to land, over."

The Presidential Jet glided gracefully into Generian airspace heralded by the fasten seatbelt sign. Premier Windarzx slurped the last of his champagne, and bolted the remaining flakes of his salmon, pulled off his bib and buckled up. A member of his crew took his silver tray from him and strutted to the rear. He glanced out the window and saw the clouds disapearing around them as the began their desent. He let out a sigh of relief as their escort planes darted past him. "Another safe journey," he thought. He felt the jet's familiar tremble from the friction on the landing strip. The Premieress would be joining him shortly. Bussiness trips always started off feeling like a vacation, and by the end, felt like a prison sentence. He would much rather be home closely watching the election step by step. But the Nation came before his career, or that's how it worked out anyway. The plane stopped and he unbuckled himself. "off to work," he whispered to himself. He stood and put on his diplomatic smile as he walked to the ramp, flanked by his guards and an consul, "let's try to make this quick," he said briefly. The Consul nodded and picked up his breifcase. "And i'll try to make it enjoyable,"Hunztach thought to himself.

((OOC: I'll start the whole thing in a bit when a few more people arrive. Also, there's no need to request permission to land. If you already requested permission to attend, assume we're letting you land.))

A message arrives from the Empire of Risban.
"My lord Emperor Robinson Antares Scorpius wishes to attend the wedding.
-Alexander Perkins, Risban Imperial High Minister of Foreign Affairs."

A message arrives from the Empire of Risban.
"My lord Emperor Robinson Antares Scorpius wishes to attend the wedding.
-Alexander Perkins, Risban Imperial High Minister of Foreign Affairs."

Official Imperial Communique

To: Emperor Robinson Antares Scorpius
From: Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai

Emperor Antonius would be most pleased by your presence.

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The radio crackled to life.

"Permission granted. Welcome to Generia."

The planes touched down at Generia's airport. As the planes taxied to a stop and the stairs were brought in, the doors opened and two Immortals in dress uniforms stepped down, followed by the Shah, clothed in the uniform of a field marshall. Below him, staff limousines were prepared and within muinues, he was being whisked to the hotel.

Achilles Brown's B-2 ccut through the upper atmosphere as it sped towards Generia. Its stealthy design made it all but invisible to radar and Achilles loved to take advantage of it. The pilot set the aircraft on auto and the computer began to pilot the jet black flying wing in between and around the intricate air defense network surrounding the Generic Empire.

The aircraft made its descent into the capital, blasting over the White Palace at close to Mach 1 before flaring in for a perfect landing on the main runway. As the jet taxied to its parking spot Achilles grabbed the radio and mischievously asked, "requesting permission to land."

On belalf of the People's Republic of Krasnovaria, I offer warmest congratulations to His Imperial Majesty on the occasion of his wedding. Appologizing for the short notice of this reply, I accept the emperor's most gracious invitation to attend.

Dr. Garold M. Kichman
Deputy Minister of Social Coordination
Provisional Government of the People's Republic of Krasnovaria

On belalf of the People's Republic of Krasnovaria, I offer warmest congratulations to His Imperial Majesty on the occasion of his wedding. Appologizing for the short notice of this reply, I accept the emperor's most gracious invitation to attend.

Dr. Garold M. Kichman
Deputy Minister of Social Coordination
Provisional Government of the People's Republic of Krasnovaria

Official Imperial Statement

Emperor Antonius thanks you for your congratulations, and would indeed be most honored by your attendence. Hurry though, as the three day festival is about to commence.

The small Tu-124 passenger plane marked "Samalot Krasnovar" touched down on the runway. The forward door of the aircraft was opened, and Dr. Kichman stepped out onto the runway, followed closely by the air steward who carried his baggage.

To: Emperor Antonius I
From: Emperor Gerard De' Miano

I would be honored to attend the wedding cerimony and will be accompanied by my mate, Lady Brittany Garnier. I will bring you good luck and hope for your new relationship.
~Emperor Gerard De' Miano

The emperor's tank pulled into the hotel parking garage, nearly flattening a limo. The emperor jumped out, and tossed the valet parker the keys.

"Don't go joyriding with this thing, this is for your emperor." he said with a smile as he headed to check in.

To: Emperor Antonius I
From: Emperor Gerard De' Miano

I would be honored to attend the wedding cerimony and will be accompanied by my mate, Lady Brittany Garnier. I will bring you good luck and hope for your new relationship.
~Emperor Gerard De' Miano
Official Imperial Statement

By all means you are welcome to attend. With such promises, how could we refuse? Emperor Antonius will be most pleased by your presence.

In front of the hotel, the Shah's limo pulled to a halt with six staff cars and two vans flanking or covering the front and back. Out of the cars stepped two Immortals in their dress uinforms, followed by ten more, each bearing boxes full of items necessary for any good party. Finally, from the limo, the Shah stepped out, clothed in the uniform of a field marshall and being trailed by a pair of Shoobooshaaban slaves weighted down with baggage. The Shah's gilded and jeweled scimitar sheath glistened in the sun with his many medals and the golden belt he wore upon his waist.

The army helicopter circled the runway, its propellers loudly buffeting the air, obliterating the relative silence which had existed prior to its arrival. It slowly descended to the ground, kicking up massive fumes of dust particles which suffused the air in a small mushroom cloud. Huge winds billowed and swept across the runway as the doors slowly opened and a pair of stairs unfolded. Out stepped President J.L., garbed in a meticulously pressed tuxedo whose price exceeded the national debt of most Third World countries. His eyes were concealed by a spiffy pair of new shades. Flanking him were dozens of his most loyal bodyguards, armed to the teeth and bearing muscles that would have put those of professional wrestlers to shame. He lightly sniffed the air, allowing the sweet fragrance of nostalgia to drift into his nostrils. His face contorted into an expression of bemused, relaxed satisfaction. He had not been in Generia in quite awhile. Seeing Emperor Antonius, Emperor Helldawg, Shah Khosru III, and the others would be quite a treat. He entered a long, black, sleek, scrupulously polished black limo with bulletproof soundproof windows, which sped off for his hotel.

The limo carrying the Elected Leader and his wife, accompanied by three black staff cars and two police cars, drove up in front of the hotel. First, the specially trained soldiers of the Electorial Guard (bodyguards of the members of government) jumped out of the staff cars and checked the area. Only after the sweep had been completed did they let the Rothskys exit the limo. They were ushered into the hotel quickly. The 'Guard had lost an elected leader before, and didn't intend to let it happen again. When the Rothskys were inside, they started unloading the staff cars of baggage, and more importantly, presants for the Emperor and his new wife.

The pavement vibrated with each step as the entire first battalion of the Pergast 13th Grenadier Guards, in full combat gear, marched their way through the streets of Generia City. At the head of the columns, either side of the road, strode a section of grenadiers tasked with clearing the way. At the centre of the formation was a lone limo, it's cargo the most precious in all Pergast. Kaiser Christian Gottschalk, ruler of Saxony and Bavaria, the Pergastan Empire.
At last the formation reached the hotel, and battalion set themselves up for the night. The Kaiser was ushered in, accompanied by the 1st company, who would stay with him in the hotel. In his arms the Kaiser cradled a large package, wrapped up in reflective paper with a ribbon and a bow on top.

The emperor arrived at the hotel in his beaten up car, which was being driven by what may have been a body guard(although it was hard too tell, as all of the people with him including himself were dressed in rather plain, food stained clothing.They took a couple duffle bags in with them, chatting happily.

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Dr. Kichman strode briskly through the glass doors of the Tiberius Hotel. As he made his way to the front desk, he abruptly paused as a sudden realization came to him. In his hasty perusal of the small factbook that had been prepared for his voyage, it had never crossed Kichman's mind to look up what language the Generians spoke. Cursing himself for his oversight, Kichman ran through the possibilities. Russian, perhaps? He remembered enough from the factbook to know that the Generians had not had a history of particularily cordial relations with Russia, so perhaps that language would not be best to try on the desk clerk. In the end, Kichman decided it would be safest to try English. It was not a language he knew well – indeed, the same could be said for nearly all non-Slavic languages – but Kichman remembered enough from his tourist's phrasebook to piece together a little speech. Approaching the front desk, he began: "Good afternoon. My name is Garold Kichman. I am the diplomat from Krasnovaria. I have a reservation. I have two suitcases." He then stood back and waited to see the results.

I get too this soon.

Dr. Kichman strode briskly through the glass doors of the Tiberius Hotel. As he made his way to the front desk, he abruptly paused as a sudden realization came to him. In his hasty perusal of the small factbook that had been prepared for his voyage, it had never crossed Kichman's mind to look up what language the Generians spoke. Cursing himself for his oversight, Kichman ran through the possibilities. Russian, perhaps? He remembered enough from the factbook to know that the Generians had not had a history of particularily cordial relations with Russia, so perhaps that language would not be best to try on the desk clerk. In the end, Kichman decided it would be safest to try English. It was not a language he knew well – indeed, the same could be said for nearly all non-Slavic languages – but Kichman remembered enough from his tourist's phrasebook to piece together a little speech. Approaching the front desk, he began: "Good afternoon. My name is Garold Kichman. I am the diplomat from Krasnovaria. I have a reservation. I have two suitcases." He then stood back and waited to see the results.

The clerk at the desk had been deeply absorbed in a game of Tetris for the majority of the afternoon. Thus, he did not notice the foreigner when he approached the reception desk. It took three annoyed coughs from the stranger before the clerk's attention was drawn from the screen, and to the face of the foreign diginitary. The clerk was unfamiliar with the language the foreigner was addressing him in, and so, with an irritated roll of his eyes, he called for his manager.

The manager appeared from a back room, and walked over to where the clerk sat. After a brief conversation in Generian (a Slavic language, quite similar to Russian) ending in the enraged dismissal of the clerk by the manager, the manager turned and addressed the foreigner in heavily accented English.

"Good day, sir, and welcome to the Tiberius Hotel. How may we help you?"

In front of the hotel, the Shah's limo pulled to a halt with six staff cars and two vans flanking or covering the front and back. Out of the cars stepped two Immortals in their dress uinforms, followed by ten more, each bearing boxes full of items necessary for any good party. Finally, from the limo, the Shah stepped out, clothed in the uniform of a field marshall and being trailed by a pair of Shoobooshaaban slaves weighted down with baggage. The Shah's gilded and jeweled scimitar sheath glistened in the sun with his many medals and the golden belt he wore upon his waist.
The Emperor waved to the Shah as he walked into the hotel, leaving the valet parker to drive off in a tank. He wore black ceremonial armor, and his rather large scimitar was strapped to his back. At his side were two gladius' and an M1911A1. He stepped into the hotel, and walked over to the desk to check in.

The limo carrying the Elected Leader and his wife, accompanied by three black staff cars and two police cars, drove up in front of the hotel. First, the specially trained soldiers of the Electorial Guard (bodyguards of the members of government) jumped out of the staff cars and checked the area. Only after the sweep had been completed did they let the Rothskys exit the limo. They were ushered into the hotel quickly. The 'Guard had lost an elected leader before, and didn't intend to let it happen again. When the Rothskys were inside, they started unloading the staff cars of baggage, and more importantly, presants for the Emperor and his new wife.

A horde of valets appeared, flanking a well dressed concierge who approached the Elected leader. The man spoke in flowing English, with a hint of accent.

"Greetings, sir. Allow me to welcome you to Generia on behalf of the Tiberius Hotel. Please, allow me to show you to your rooms."

The valets moved to grab the luggage, and the concierge turned and walked towards the elevator.

The Elected Leader's lead bodyguard turned to the concierge and signaled that he wanted to speak with him.

One of the aides took out three hundred dollar bills, and gave them discreetely to the concierge.

"Listen. The main present for the Emperor hasn't arrived quite yet. It will be arriving in an hour or two at the airport. Do you have anywhere we can store it untill the wedding reseption?"

In front of the hotel, the Shah's limo pulled to a halt with six staff cars and two vans flanking or covering the front and back. Out of the cars stepped two Immortals in their dress uinforms, followed by ten more, each bearing boxes full of items necessary for any good party. Finally, from the limo, the Shah stepped out, clothed in the uniform of a field marshall and being trailed by a pair of Shoobooshaaban slaves weighted down with baggage. The Shah's gilded and jeweled scimitar sheath glistened in the sun with his many medals and the golden belt he wore upon his waist.

A second well dressed concierge awaited the Shah in front of the hotel, and bowed deeply as he approached.

"Your grace, his lordship Emperor Antonius I sends his greetings. For now, he has entrusted the Tiberius Hotel and her staff to ensure that you get settled into your accomodations before the arrival of an Imperial representative later this evening who will escort the various delegations to the Citadel for the start of the celebrations. Please, follow me."

The valets that stood beside the man were put in an awkward situation by the presence of the Shooban slaves. Unsure of whether to take baggage from the slaves (a faux pas, to say the least) or to risk putting off the Shah, they stood about and glanced nervously at one another as the concierge walked briskly into the hotel.

The Elected Leader's lead bodyguard turned to the concierge and signaled that he wanted to speak with him.

One of the aides took out three hundred dollar bills, and gave them discreetely to the concierge.

"Listen. The main present for the Emperor hasn't arrived quite yet. It will be arriving in an hour or two at the airport. Do you have anywhere we can store it untill the wedding reseption?"

The concierge took the bills and discreetly folded them into his jcoat pocket.

"Of course, sir. The Hotel vault is open to your use for any storage needs. You may withdraw the contents that you deposit at any time."

The army helicopter circled the runway, its propellers loudly buffeting the air, obliterating the relative silence which had existed prior to its arrival. It slowly descended to the ground, kicking up massive fumes of dust particles which suffused the air in a small mushroom cloud. Huge winds billowed and swept across the runway as the doors slowly opened and a pair of stairs unfolded. Out stepped President J.L., garbed in a meticulously pressed tuxedo whose price exceeded the national debt of most Third World countries. His eyes were concealed by a spiffy pair of new shades. Flanking him were dozens of his most loyal bodyguards, armed to the teeth and bearing muscles that would have put those of professional wrestlers to shame. He lightly sniffed the air, allowing the sweet fragrance of nostalgia to drift into his nostrils. His face contorted into an expression of bemused, relaxed satisfaction. He had not been in Generia in quite awhile. Seeing Emperor Antonius, Emperor Helldawg, Shah Khosru III, and the others would be quite a treat. He entered a long, black, sleek, scrupulously polished black limo with bulletproof soundproof windows, which sped off for his hotel.

yet another concierge stood in front of the hotel, checking his watch nervously as he awaited the arrival of his assigned charge. When the procession pulled up in front of the building he sighed in relief. As President J.L. and his entourage stepped out of the cars, he approached them and spoke.

"Welcome, Mr. President on behalf of the Tiberius Hotel and his majesty Emperor Antonius I. The Emperor has charged the hotel staff with ensuring your comfort throughout your stay in Generia, and we look forward to doing so. If you would allow us to get your baggage, you may follow me. Your accomodations are ready for you."

The aide looked at the concierge with a somewhat resigned look.

"Yes, naturally, we expect that. However... the presents we are in need of storing are each rather large. A little too large for the vault, I'm afraid... I'm gonna show you a photo of the presents, but I require your total discresion. If it's revealed, I'm gonna get one of the guards to shoot you in the toe!
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There are two of them, and they are wrapped in gift paper with a large red band around them. Do you have anywhere to store them?"

The aide pulled up another few hundreds..

The Emperor waved to the Shah as he walked into the hotel, leaving the valet parker to drive off in a tank. He wore black ceremonial armor, and his rather large scimitar was strapped to his back. At his side were two gladius' and an M1911A1. He stepped into the hotel, and walked over to the desk to check in.
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The aide looked at the concierge with a somewhat resigned look.

"Yes, naturally, we expect that. However... the presents we are in need of storing are each rather large. A little too large for the vault, I'm afraid... I'm gonna show you a photo of the presents, but I require your total discresion. If it's revealed, I'm gonna get one of the guards to shoot you in the toe!
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There are two of them, and they are wrapped in gift paper with a large red band around them. Do you have anywhere to store them?"

The aide pulled up another few hundreds..

The concierge readily accepted the money, and spoke discreetly to the aide.

"Well, it is against policy, but since it's a present for his lordship, I suppose I can allow you to use the Hotel garages out back. Just head straight through the alley down the street. There are about twenty large storage areas that should suit your needs. Numbers 11 and 17 should be empty."

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As Emperor Helldawg approached the reception desk, he was ambushed by a rather flustered concierge dressed in a tuxedo. The concierge bowed and addressed the Emperor.

"Your grace, on behalf of Generia, I welcome you to the Tiberius Hotel. Wait, wait, no. On behalf of the Tiberius Hotel I welcome you to Generia. His lordship Emperor Antonius I has...screw it. Follow me."

The Coordinator moved swiftly from his limosine into the hotel surrounded by a cohort of elite bodygaurds and few flustered aides.

The bodygaurds formed a phalanx, cutting through the crowd silently as they made their way to the reception desk. Once they had arrived the parted slowly and surrounded their charge menacingly as he spoke to the hotel worker

"I'm here to check in, the lugaage is in the back of the limo and present is on the jet, hoepfully you'll be able to bring it here, now where is my room?"

Yet again, the aide looked a little dumbfolded at the concierge.

"Yes, I suppose that will be in order. I'm just wondering which security measures you take regarding the cars.. no! I mean.. eh.. I mean..." - a bodyguard leaned over and wispered something in the aide's ear - "the presents. Yes, I mean the presents. Naturally. Yes." *looks around to see if anyone other then the bodyguard heard him screw up*
"We wouldn't have anyone doing anything with the cars, would we?" Once again, the aide put his hand in his pocket. At the same time, the concierge kept his eyes on the hand, expecting more money. You could see the greed in his eyes. So, naturally, he was disappointed when the aide pulled up a mint.

ooc: "Your grace, on behalf of Generia, I welcome you to the Tiberius Hotel. Wait, wait, no. On behalf of the Tiberius Hotel I welcome you to Generia. His lordship Emperor Antonius I has...screw it. Follow me."
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"Errr, right...dumbass." he muttered to himself as he followed the man, also muttering some things in some ancient language.

Yet again, the aide looked a little dumbfolded at the concierge.

"Yes, I suppose that will be in order. I'm just wondering which security measures you take regarding the cars.. no! I mean.. eh.. I mean..." - a bodyguard leaned over and wispered something in the aide's ear - "the presents. Yes, I mean the presents. Naturally. Yes." *looks around to see if anyone other then the bodyguard heard him screw up*
"We wouldn't have anyone doing anything with the cars, would we?" Once again, the aide put his hand in his pocket. At the same time, the concierge kept his eyes on the hand, expecting more money. You could see the greed in his eyes. So, naturally, he was disappointed when the aide pulled up a mint.

"Hotel security will handle everything. Fear nor. The presents will not be driv- er...tampered with."

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The Coordinator moved swiftly from his limosine into the hotel surrounded by a cohort of elite bodygaurds and few flustered aides.

The bodygaurds formed a phalanx, cutting through the crowd silently as they made their way to the reception desk. Once they had arrived the parted slowly and surrounded their charge menacingly as he spoke to the hotel worker

"I'm here to check in, the lugaage is in the back of the limo and present is on the jet, hoepfully you'll be able to bring it here, now where is my room?"

The desk clerk stood, bowed, and promptly called his manager. The manager dismissed the clerk and spoke to the coordinator.

"Welcome, sir. Our staff have already begun bringing in your luggage, and of course we shall dispatch someone immediately to pick up the present at the airport. As to your accomodations, this man will handle them."

The manager gestured to the concierge who had appeared near the Coordinator, and now stood looking rather frightened of the bodyguards.

"Um, right this way sir, er, sirs."

The man led the procession towards an elevator as the bellhops began to bring in the Coordinator's luggage.

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In a staff room out of sight of the guests in the lobby, the hotel lacky, Boris, was busy undressing an attractive female receptionist, when in walked his boss. Boris stood, startled, as the receptionist did her best to cover herself.

"Boris you idiot! I'm not paying you to get my staff pregnant!"

The woman hastily through on her blouse and ran out of the room.

"I have a very important job for you. Do you think you can keep your head out of your ass long enough to handle it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Some very important guests have left a package down at the airport. I need you to get it and bring it here. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Then what are you waiting for!? Go!"

Boris scrambled to his feet and rushed out of the room. As soon as the door closed, he rushed back inside, realising that he had forgotten his keys, and his shirt.

Romansch International News Agency confirms:

His Serene Highness Prince Louis II of Romanschland would like to express his congratulations on the news of Emperor Antonius' wedding . . . his daughter, Her Serene Highness Princess Stephania would like to attend and represent her father and can offer a case of the finest vintage Romansch red wine as a gift.

Romansch International News Agency confirms:

His Serene Highness Prince Louis II of Romanschland would like to express his congratulations on the news of Emperor Antonius' wedding . . . his daughter, Her Serene Highness Princess Stephania would like to attend and represent her father and can offer a case of the finest vintage Romansch red wine as a gift.

Official Imperial Statement

Emperor Antonius thanks His Highness for his congratulations. The Emperor would be delighted if Princess Stephania were to attend the celebrations. He also highly anticipates tasting the fruit of the Romansch vine.

Dr. Kichman was glad to be speaking to someone from higher up, who would likely know more about the arrangements for foreign diplomats and thus be more helpful than a desk clerk – especially that desk clerk. And so, sure that his meager little speech would be sufficient to get the point across, he smiled and replied to the manager.

"Good day. My name is Garold Kichman. I am the diplomat from Krasnovaria. I have a reservation."

A second well dressed concierge awaited the Shah in front of the hotel, and bowed deeply as he approached.

"Your grace, his lordship Emperor Antonius I sends his greetings. For now, he has entrusted the Tiberius Hotel and her staff to ensure that you get settled into your accomodations before the arrival of an Imperial representative later this evening who will escort the various delegations to the Citadel for the start of the celebrations. Please, follow me."

The valets that stood beside the man were put in an awkward situation by the presence of the Shooban slaves. Unsure of whether to take baggage from the slaves (a faux pas, to say the least) or to risk putting off the Shah, they stood about and glanced nervously at one another as the concierge walked briskly into the hotel.

The Shah looked at the Shooban slaves and began to laugh..."Take my bags, and be careful with them, I am going to send an Immortal to watch you, and if you manhandle the luggage in any way I will personally behead you. The Shah turned to the conciege and spoke. "Good day to you. I ask you show me to my accomidations and then show me around the hotel... and I must know where the bachelor party will be."

To: Emperor Antonius
From: Emperor Nikolaos

I congratulate you on getting married soon Antonius! I will be attending the wedding. I will arrive at the Tiberius Hotel in two hours by plane.

-Emperor Nikolaos

Dr. Kichman was glad to be speaking to someone from higher up, who would likely know more about the arrangements for foreign diplomats and thus be more helpful than a desk clerk – especially that desk clerk. And so, sure that his meager little speech would be sufficient to get the point across, he smiled and replied to the manager.

"Good day. My name is Garold Kichman. I am the diplomat from Krasnovaria. I have a reservation."

"Ah. Just a moment, sir. Perkins! Get over here!"

A flustered looking concierge rushed out from a back room. a ferocious argument ensued in Generian resulting in the manager's storming off. The concierge turned to the foreigner and immediately assumed a polite expression.

"The Tiberius Hotel welcomes you, Dr. kichman, on behalf of Emperor Antonius and his fiancee. Please, allow us to take your luggage, and simply follow me."

The concierge led Dr. kichman towards the elevators while the bellboys took care of his baggage.

The Shah looked at the Shooban slaves and began to laugh..."Take my bags, and be careful with them, I am going to send an Immortal to watch you, and if you manhandle the luggage in any way I will personally behead you. The Shah turned to the conciege and spoke. "Good day to you. I ask you show me to my accomidations and then show me around the hotel... and I must know where the bachelor party will be."

"Of course, your grace. Please, follow me."

The concierge led the Shah to the elevator, and after a surprisingly brief ride to the twenty third floor, led the Shah down the hall to room 236.

"This sir is one of the Tiberius Hotel's world famous suites, and will serve as your accomodation for the duration of your stay in Generia."

The concierge unlocked the door with a keycard, and opened it to reveal a stunning and spacious series of rooms.

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"I trust you shall find these accomodations acceptable, your grace. Emperor Antonius personally selected this room for you. You will find the number for room service by the telephone in the bedroom. Please, do not hesitate to ring for anything you may need. The hotel bar is located on the third floor, and is fully stocked. Everything you desire is completely on the house. With regards to the bachelor party, we have been instructed to tell you to await a phone call later this evening from an official who will give you more information on how things are to proceed. now, your grace, if it pleases you, I shall leave you to get settled. Again, if you need anything, do not hesitate to call the front desk."

The concierge bowed once more, and excused himself, after handing the Shah a room key. The other guests were escorted to their rooms and given similar speeches from the concierges.

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Emperor Nikolaos followed the concierge to the room. The concierge handed him over the keycard and left. His bodyguards, two elite trained Hoplites waited outside of his room infront of the door. The Emperor decided to go get a bath to waste time as he was waiting for the call in the evening.

Servants placed the luggage in the room's closet and unpacked the Shah's clothing. Two of the Immortals were playing poker while the Shah stepped onto the balcony to enjoy a Montecristo cigar. The wide churchill size cigar burned a sweet flame which rolled over Khosru's palate. To his side on the table, a glass of courvoisier cogniac sat half filled. now and then, he would complement the wonderful flavor with a sip of the fine cogniac. Within 45 minutes the cigar was burnt down to an inch and the crystal glass was a sip from completion. He had brought several crates of cigar for use this time around, and over 30 bottles of Remy Martin Louis XIII were sitting in a box for use during the bachelor party tonight. Hopefully, Antonius would provide women as beautiful as the concubines of the Shah's harem.

As the Elected Leader settled in in his Suite, the aides unpacked the baggage. One of them found the telephone and made a call down to the front desk.

"Hello? Yes, I'm calling from Elected Leader Rothskys suite. I want 4 kg of raw meat, preferably lamb for the small wolfes we are to present to the Emperor, 2 bottles of your finest Champagne, a pepperoni pizza with extra cheese and a coffee pot."

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai sat back on the cushioned leather seats in the rear of the luxurious black limousine. He awkwardly raised a glass of champagne to his lips, both arms draped around beautiful Generian women. It was just about 7PM.

"Your lordship, it is about time for you to make the call."

"Ah, so it is."

The Chancellor snapped his fingers, and an aid placed a silver telephone in his lap. He picked up the reciever and dialed the number of each guest in turn, beginning with Shah Khosru.

"Good evening your grace. I trust you are finding your accomodations suitable?"

Generalissimo J.L.'s limo- surrounded by dozens of tanks- arrived at the hotel. He stepped out, surrounded by hundreds of personal bodyguards, and went to go say hello to Antonius, Helldawg, Shah Khosru, and the others.

Walking toward the hotel entrance, J.L. unexpectedly bumped into Emperor Antonius.

Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai sat back on the cushioned leather seats in the rear of the luxurious black limousine. He awkwardly raised a glass of champagne to his lips, both arms draped around beautiful Generian women. It was just about 7PM.

"Your lordship, it is about time for you to make the call."

"Ah, so it is."

The Chancellor snapped his fingers, and an aid placed a silver telephone in his lap. He picked up the reciever and dialed the number of each guest in turn, beginning with Shah Khosru.

"Good evening your grace. I trust you are finding your accomodations suitable?"

"The Shah laughed, hello my friend, the accomidations are spectacular. Are you going to inform me of the time and place where the bachelor party will be occuring."

"Ah, hello, Shah Khosru," J.L. said warmly, extending his hand. "It is a pleasure, a privilege, and a great honor to see you again."

"Ah, hello, Shah Khosru," J.L. said warmly, extending his hand. "It is a pleasure, a privilege, and a great honor to see you again."

The Shah gave J.L. a firm handshake and then spoke, "It is a pleasure to see thyself as well. I hope this will turn into another Human Rights confrence. So how are things in your nation? Did the SAVAK agents' training help your new secret police force?"

The Shah gave J.L. a firm handshake and then spoke, "It is a pleasure to see thyself as well. I hope this will turn into another Human Rights confrence. So how are things in your nation? Did the SAVAK agents' training help your new secret police force?"

J.L. laughed heartily. "Yes, the SAVAK agents helped enormously. Thanks again!"

J.L. turned and saw Antonius walk over to them. "Antonius, old friend!" he said, breaking into a huge grin. "It's been awhile!" He stretched out his hand.

"The Shah laughed, hello my friend, the accomidations are spectacular. Are you going to inform me of the time and place where the bachelor party will be occuring."

"That is precisely the reason for my call. Be ready to depart for the White Citadel in twenty minutes. Two limousines are already on their way to pick up the delegates. One more thing, though. His lordship the Emperor has no idea we're having a bachelor party for him."

The Chancellor laughed.

"Yes, we told him he was going to a state dinner with some delegates from pesky U.N. nations. Will he be getting the surprise of his life. I assure you, however, that we have taken every measure into account to ensure that this is the most memorable occasion you and the others will ever experience. Should make for an excellent time, if you know what I mean. Remember, twenty minutes."

The Chancellor hung up, and made similar calls to each of the guests. In exactly nineteen minutes and fourty seven seconds, two long limousines pulled up in front of the hotel, one carrying the slightly intoxicated Chancellor Rubellai, and each full to the brim with beautiful women

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The Shah hopped into the limo accompanied with two Immortals and a single servant bearing a wooden box. The Shah turned to the chancellor, "So, how are things here in Generia?"

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Emperor Nikolaos got into the limo.

"Hello Chancellor Dmitri Rubellai." He said while shaking the chancellor's hand. He then turned to face the other person.

"And you must be the Parthian Shah. It is nice to see you."

Emperor Helldawg walked over to the group,

"Hey, guys, hope I'm not missing anything."

J.L. turned his head. "Hey, Helldawg! Long time nom see! How's it going?"

"Hello, Nikolaos," J.L. said, nodding curtly to the emperor.

"Ahhh, all's great, exept for that biggass fleet sitting on my doorstep."

OOC:They admitted you into the RP.

"Ahhh, all's great, exept for that biggass fleet sitting on my doorstep."

OOC:They admitted you into the RP.

OOC: Cool. Thanks. :)

"Hello President J.L." said Nikolaos.

He then noticed another person coming.

"So I finally meet Helldawg in person. Its nice to see you Emperor Helldawg. But shoulden't you be fighting a war now?"

"Hello President J.L." said Nikolaos.

He then noticed another person coming.

"So I finally meet Helldawg in person. Its nice to see you Emperor Helldawg. But shoulden't you be fighting a war now?"

(OOC: Actually, it's Generalissimo J.L. now, but that's okay. ;))

The Shah hopped into the limo accompanied with two Immortals and a single servant bearing a wooden box. The Shah turned to the chancellor, "So, how are things here in Generia?"

The Chancellor threw his arms into the air, tossing the champagne from his glass all over one of the women who sat beside (on) him. She sat up in surprise as she stared at her wet dress. The Chancellor answered the Shah's question loudly, a jovial expression plastered on his face.

"Hah! It's Generia! What do you expect? We're rich, we're oversexed, we eat well!"

The Chancellor turned to Emperor Nikalaos, and shook his hand heartily. He leaned forward to speak.

"Nikalaos! Good to meet you!"

The Chancellor leaned back.

"Have we got a treat for you when we get to the palace. Antonius won't know what hit him."

The Chancellor laughed as he poured himself another glass of champagne.

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