NationStates Jolt Archive

OoC: Okay, for some reason AMF is withdrawing his wish to do a 1 on 1 with me (according to SS) and is now sicking SS + cronies on me.

IC:

Duniash City, Imperial Palace.

The halls of the palace lay silent at the early hours of the day, no servant walked the corridors and only the stormtroopers stationed at each door gave the impression of life here although they stood silent as statues.
Behind a massive set of closed steel reinforced doors where the men that decided the faith of the country, the Emperor, his Imperial Councillors, the Lord Commanders of each province and the supreme commanders of the armed forces.

In the centre of the dimly lit hall stood a pedestal, its blue light flicked and weaved as something adjusted it constantly to suit the current situation. The map changed to a overall map of the Damnian Region and it was Councillor Reranderas that stood up to speak. “Brothers, Lord Commanders and supreme commanders, we all know why we are here, we are here to discuss the future of this land and which steps we will take to defend it.” His voice pierced the darkness as the map enlarged itself as displayed several indicators leading to the neighbouring islands of Ramerias and the Mexica Union, lines could also be seen leading off the map, all tagged with a country name and a number indicating the amount of civilians being evacuated there.

Vollmeria(1.500.000)
Aust(300.000)
Huzen Hagen(4.900.000)
Kriegorad(2.700.000)
Farmina(50.000)
Bahbland(50.000)
Serafima(500.000)
Merchant Guilds.(3.400.000)

Reranderas continued. “These countries have pledged some sort of support to us, whether that be military or just their voice. Therefore they have been asked to take in some of our civilians in the hopes of building a new life somewhere else, should we be defeated then we can trust on our allies to give our people a new land. And while we may lay dead on the ruins of this palace, our people will live on. Should we win we will have a amount of people that have not seen the horrors of war and will certainly help to rebuild our Empire. Therefore I request that we paint our troop transports and passenger liners white, mark them with red crosses and send as much of our people away as we can.” Reranderas bowed for the rest. “That was all.” He said as he awaited questions.

Lord Commander Petreson walked into the light of the map. “And how do you expect our country to run when you send so many young people and children away?” He asked, curious about the answer.

“We will use anyone that is not able to fight in the production of food, weapons and other materials. We cannot hold back the tide so we must think of the future.”

“Very well, I have no further questions.” Petreson walked back into the shadows as Imperial Councillor Damocales brushed past him, stepping into the light as he rivalled his brother’s height and strength.

“And brother, how much vessels do you need? A hundred? A thousand? And what about the ones we cannot evacuate? ”

Reranderas seemed to bring up some numbers and statistics. “We will need half our transport fleet and maybe some charted liners. And as for the people we cannot take with us, we will hide as much people as we can, in caves, special bunkers and away from the coast. We do not want fighting near our civilians and therefore we will not arm them either, if our enemies decide to slaughter our civilians for no reason whatsoever then we too will have to resort to drastic measures.”

Alfarius nodded as he stroked his chin, he took his place in the shadows without a word as Reranders turned on his heel and looked around the room once more, there was no reply so he too walked back into the cold void of the room.

The map seemed to twitch, static lines drawing themselves over it as the Emperor approached out of the shadows, his massive armoured body nearly blocking out all the light from the holo map.
“We have put together our plans, our plans for defence and our plans for survival. Now I shall split up our forces to each corner of our Empire and withdraw from those that can do without.”

“To the Caribbean we will send two divisions, for the treachery of the Drum Gods Empire cannot be allowed to take our holdings there.”

“From Farmina comes the northern fleet, three-hundred ships and over eight divisions of men and equipment ready to stem the tide of the coming war.”

“And from the Macabees we will withdraw all our forces, one brigade of the Secret Service will stay and continue our support to our ally. 250.000 men will further bolster our defences with this withdrawl.”

“From the protectorate of Serafima will come 20 divisions and a fleet of over five-hundred ships under the command of the famed Commandeur Raditz, hero of the Wolfish blockade.”

“And finaly, from our bases in Feminany, a nation both AMF and us swore to protect will come a single mechanised division; The Steel Legion. Veterans of the Mexican wars, heroes of the Mallas debacle.”

Vespasius paused as he grinned, the map twisted and zoomed to Malas Province, a rebel province within the Empire. “And for the first time in sixty years have both I and the leaders of the rebel forces come to an agreement. The Tigers of Malas stand on our side, since they too see that if the coming tide overwhelms us there will be no hope for them either. Three whole divisions have they formed on the peninsula, the rebels that harassed our forces for so long will now work with us to stall and delay the invaders.
So my brothers in arms, do we stand alone? No, we do not, this threat of invasion has awakened the fire of patriotism in the hearts of our people. Millions stand ready to defend it and many more have their eyes fixed upon us from abroad, to afraid or in the wrong alliances to support us with troops or even words. We know of their support by just looking at their stances or by secret messages.”

The holo map changed once more, zooming out of the world display and into a list of units. “Imperial Councillors, Supreme Commanders, approach.” Vespasius beckoned to the darkness as four men and one woman stepped forward.

Vespasius cleared his throat as the holo map made a box around the first unit. “Alfarius.” He said to his brother who looked up and nodded. “I will take my forces to the north, I will man the static defences near the coast and withdraw towards the capital, burning all that we cannot take. Our enemies shall take nothing of worth.”

Vespasius turned to the second man, Councillor Reranderas . “My forces will take to the south and hold the mighty bastion of Tallarn from the enemy, our fleets must be able to sail and I have confidence that we can continue to supply our nation with goods coming through this bastion. But should the enemy break our defences I too will withdraw towards the capital, burning and destroying all that I cannot take with me.”

At that moment Grand Admiral Ulas of the Royal Navy spoke, before his time, but the was probably wiser then all of them. “And where, may I ask is Councillor Erik Solar, my Emperor?” Vespasius looked down on the grand admiral. “Councillor Solar is currently within Aust with a division of mechanised infantry to support the Austian defence. He will only be called back should the situation become dire here, I have heard that the Austians require him as a military commander and he is currently working together with Prince William to organise their defences.”

“Ah, yes, I understand.” Ulas bowed slightly, his back cracked a bit under the strain of ages but he still managed.

Vespasius continued. “My forces will hold the centre of the country, I will make sure that the already formidable defences of the capital are further strengthened and our walls reinforced. The enemy will have to lay siege and even when they breach the walls they will still have to deal with the defences of the Imperial Palace, the age old equipment is being tested as we speak and will hopefully incur great losses on the invaders.”

The Supreme Commander of the Dumpsterdanian Armed Forces stepped forward, Talas was a young man who had proven his worth with over a dozen wars. “And my Emperor, how do you require our assistance.” His hand held back, indicating towards the Supreme Commanders. “You, will coordinate our militia units Talas, we have over 6 million men from the Home Guard ready, use them the best you can in stalling the enemy and employing our scorched earth tactic. And you, Grand Admiral Ulas and Marshall Delane, you still remain in control of your respective branches; the navy and the airforce. I expect full cooperation between all of you, talk to each other and plan as best as you can. Maximize the enemies losses at the cost of as little on our side as possible, you know the plans, get out there and implement them.”

They bowed to Vespasius. “Your wish is our command, Emperor.” The words came as a unison as all retreated back into the shadows, ready to do their part.

TACCOM: Human mobilisation.

++ 17 million men ++

++ Data incomplete ++

++ Accessing information on Capital Defences ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Accessing information on “Home Guard” ++

++ Access granted ++

++ 6 million men comprising of local militia. ++

++ Accessing information on Naval and Aerial forces ++

++ Access granted ++

++ The Dumpsterdanian Royal Navy operates around 7000 vessels. ++

++ Access on Aerial forces in partly classified but it is believed that the Empire operates a rather large amount of Airwings. ++

++ Accessing information on “Lord DreadFire” ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Incoming message from System Administrator: Stop fucking around with the system, I do not want those dirty pictures on the DreadFire file again! ++

++ Session Terminated ++

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'I will not let this happen' Lavendar said from her palace intercom.
'Why is my nation being targetted, we have not even been involved in any right wing decisions therefore we would will be withdrawing from your plan' she added.

OOC: Hmmm

OoC: Okay, for some reason AMF is withdrawing his wish to do a 1 on 1 with me (according to SS) and is now sicking SS + cronies on me.

IC:

Duniash City, Imperial Palace.

The halls of the palace lay silent at the early hours of the day, no servant walked the corridors and only the stormtroopers stationed at each door gave the impression of life here although they stood silent as statues.
Behind a massive set of closed steel reinforced doors where the men that decided the faith of the country, the Emperor, his Imperial Councillors, the Lord Commanders of each province and the supreme commanders of the armed forces.

In the centre of the dimly lit hall stood a pedestal, its blue light flicked and weaved as something adjusted it constantly to suit the current situation. The map changed to a overall map of the Damnian Region and it was Councillor Reranderas that stood up to speak. “Brothers, Lord Commanders and supreme commanders, we all know why we are here, we are here to discuss the future of this land and which steps we will take to defend it.” His voice pierced the darkness as the map enlarged itself as displayed several indicators leading to the neighbouring islands of Ramerias and the Mexica Union, lines could also be seen leading off the map, all tagged with a country name and a number.

Vollmeria(1.500.000)
Aust(300.000)
Huzen Hagen(4.900.000)
Kriegorad(2.700.000)
Farmina(50.000)
Bahbland(50.000)
Serafima(500.000)
Merchant Guilds.(3.400.000)

Reranderas continued. “These countries have pledged some sort of support to us, whether that be military or just their voice. Therefore they have been asked to take in some of our civilians in the hopes of building a new life somewhere else, should we be defeated then we can trust on our allies to give our people a new land. And while we may lay dead on the ruins of this palace, our people will live on. Should we win we will have a amount of people that have not seen the horrors of war and will certainly help to rebuild our Empire. Therefore I request that we paint our troop transports and passenger liners white, mark them with red crosses and send as much of our people away as we can.” Reranderas bowed for the rest. “That was all.” He said as he awaited questions.

Lord Commander Petreson walked into the light of the map. “And how do you expect our country to run when you send so many young people and children away?” He asked, curious about the answer.

“We will use anyone that is not able to fight in the production of food, weapons and other materials. We cannot hold back the tide so we must think of the future.”

“Very well, I have no further questions.” Petreson walked back into the shadows as Imperial Councillor Damocales brushed past him, stepping into the light as he rivalled his brother’s height and strength.

“And brother, how much vessels do you need? A hundred? A thousand? And what about the ones we cannot evacuate? ”

Reranderas seemed to bring up some numbers and statistics. “We will need half our transport fleet and maybe some charted liners. And as for the people we cannot take with us, we will hide as much people as we can, in caves, special bunkers and away from the coast. We do not want fighting near our civilians and therefore we will not arm them either, if our enemies decide to slaughter our civilians for no reason whatsoever then we too will have to resort to drastic measures.”

Alfarius nodded as he stroked his chin, he took his place in the shadows without a word as Reranders turned on his heel and looked around the room once more, there was no reply so he too walked back into the cold void of the room.

The map seemed to twitch, static lines drawing themselves over it as the Emperor approached out of the shadows, his massive armoured body nearly blocking out all the light from the holo map.
“We have put together our plans, our plans for defence and our plans for survival. Now I shall split up our forces to each corner of our Empire and withdraw from those that can do without.”

“To the Caribbean we will send two divisions, for the treachery of the Drum Gods Empire cannot be allowed to take our holdings there.”

“From Farmina comes the northern fleet, three-hundred ships and over eight divisions of men and equipment ready to stem the tide of the coming war.”

“And from the Macabees we will withdraw all our forces, one brigade of the Secret Service will stay and continue our support to our ally. 250.000 men will further bolster our defences with this withdrawl.”

“From the protectorate of Serafima will come 20 divisions and a fleet of over five-hundred ships under the command of the famed Commandeur Raditz, hero of the Wolfish blockade.”

“And finaly, from our bases in Feminany, a nation both AMF and us swore to protect will come a single mechanised division; The Steel Legion. Veterans of the Mexican wars, heroes of the Mallas debacle.”

Vespasius paused as he grinned, the map twisted and zoomed to Malas Province, a rebel province within the Empire. “And for the first time in sixty years have both I and the leaders of the rebel forces come to an agreement. The Tigers of Malas stand on our side, since they too see that if the coming tide overwhelms us there will be no hope for them either. Three whole divisions have they formed on the peninsula, the rebels that harassed our forces for so long will now work with us to stall and delay the invaders.
So my brothers in arms, do we stand alone? No, we do not, this threat of invasion has awakened the fire of patriotism in the hearts of our people. Millions stand ready to defend it and many more have their eyes fixed upon us from abroad, to afraid or in the wrong alliances to support us with troops or even words. We know of their support by just looking at their stances or by secret messages.”

The holo map changed once more, zooming out of the world display and into a list of units. “Imperial Councillors, Supreme Commanders, approach.” Vespasius beckoned to the darkness as four men and one woman stepped forward.

Vespasius cleared his throat as the holo map made a box around the first unit. “Alfarius.” He said to his brother who looked up and nodded. “I will take my forces to the north, I will man the static defences near the coast and withdraw towards the capital, burning all that we cannot take. Our enemies shall take nothing of worth.”

Vespasius turned to the second man, Councillor Reranderas . “My forces will take to the north and hold the mighty bastion of Tallarn from the enemy, our fleets must be able to sail and I have confidence that we can continue to supply our nation with goods coming through this bastion. But should the enemy break our defences I too will withdraw towards the capital, burning and destroying all that I cannot take with me.”

At that moment Grand Admiral Ulas of the Royal Navy spoke, before his time, but the was probably wiser then all of them. “And where, may I ask is Councillor Erik Solar, my Emperor?” Vespasius looked down on the grand admiral. “Councillor Solar is currently within Aust with a division of mechanised infantry to support the Austian defence. He will only be called back should the situation become dire here, I have heard that the Austians require him as a military commander and he is currently working together with Prince William to organise their defences.”

“Ah, yes, I understand.” Ulas bowed slightly, his back cracked a bit under the strain of ages but he still managed.

Vespasius continued. “My forces will hold the centre of the country, I will make sure that the already formidable defences of the capital are further strengthened and our walls reinforced. The enemy will have to lay siege and even when they breach the walls they will still have to deal with the defences of the Imperial Palace, the age old equipment is being tested as we speak and will hopefully incur great losses on the invaders.”

The Supreme Commander of the Dumpsterdanian Armed Forces stepped forward, Talas was a young man who had proven his worth with over a dozen wars. “And my Emperor, how do you require our assistance.” His hand held back, indicating towards the Supreme Commanders. “You, will coordinate our militia units Talas, we have over 6 million men from the Home Guard ready, use them the best you can in stalling the enemy and employing our scorched earth tactic. And you, Grand Admiral Ulas and Marshall Delane, you still remain in control of your respective branches; the navy and the airforce. I expect full cooperation between all of you, talk to each other and plan as best as you can. Maximize the enemies losses at the cost of as little on our side as possible, you know the plans, get out there and implement them.”

They bowed to Vespasius. “Your wish is our command, Emperor.” The words came as a unison as all retreated back into the shadows, ready to do their part.

TACCOM: Human mobilisation.

++ 17 million men ++

++ Data incomplete ++

++ Accessing information on Capital Defences ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Accessing information on “Home Guard” ++

++ Access granted ++

++ 6 million men comprising of local militia. ++

++ Accessing information on Naval and Aerial forces ++

++ Access granted ++

++ The Dumpsterdanian Royal Navy operates around 7000 vessels. ++

++ Access on Aerial forces in partly classified but it is believed that the Empire operates a rather large amount of Airwings. ++

++ Accessing information on “Lord DreadFire” ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Incoming message from System Administrator: Stop fucking around with the system, I do not want those dirty pictures on the DreadFire file again! ++

++ Session Terminated ++

OOC: Hmmm

OoC: So why exactly are you quoting this entire post? Hm?

;)

Oh and Serafima, I think you better re-read, your not being attacked, I'm just withdrawing 300.000 from my half a million security force in your country.

Plus sending you around 50.000 civics.

OoC: So why exactly are you quoting this entire post? Hm?

;)

Oh and Serafima, I think you better re-read, your not being attacked, I'm just withdrawing 300.000 from my half a million security force in your country.

OOC: Because its 5am, I couldn't think of a whole post, but wanted it for later when I do post. Hope that makes sense. Hackers maybe?

OoC: Its ok, you go grab a cup of coffee and work on that post later :D

OOC: I have a single legion in your country Dump, I will have them give protection to my medical staff who will be helping both sides wounde.

IC:

We would remind Dumpsterdam, that we have a single legion in his country, which is protecting our base there. It is not involved in the current conflict, however our Medical and Religious Corps members and our Military Hospital in the base will be helping the wounded/dying from either side. We would like to make this very clear.

We would also like to welcome the Dumpsterdamian civilians to the Alpha Colony of the Guilds (OOC: my old MT home, island somewhere near Iceland if you want a point of reference), they will be safe here and will not be harmed in anyway.

Regards,

The Shadows,

********************

The Alpha Colony was waiting, it's small upkeep population were ready to welcome their long time friends and allies the Dumpsterdamians, they would welcome them down into the old Vas Urbs, the old quarters had been readied with goods, shops had been re-stocked with goods donated by the Shadowlord and the Council of 7 themselves. These would be given a Guilder rating with each Dumpsterdamian given a Guilder rating per day, they would be allowed to spend this much in the goods they required.

Several Guild Legions currently not on contract were brought back to Guild the Dumpsterdamian's with the permanent garrison of the Alpha Colony. A huge wharf had been constructed on the southern stony beach of the Colony, it would allow the ships to offload their human cargos easily and the Guild officals to process them. Huge Doomingslandian turrets covered the wharf, it would be obviously that there were a lot of weapons towards the sea and that any attempt to stop this evacuation to the Alpha Colony would be met with a huge metal storm.

Claw had been brought back down to manage the security of the Civilians, they were instructed to follow Dumpserdamian legal proceedings. An agent of the Talon, Sorry and an Agent of the Claw, Cutter were to be in charge of the security on the Alpha Colony, these two were legendary throughout the Shadow Empire for their mysterious romance while they were on a mission to kill a rogue Guild offical from leaking information on the secret Biological weapons of the Guilders.

OoC: Very well, just keep them away from the fighting and I'm not responsible for any deaths that might incurr by lauzy aiming on the enemies side.

IC:

A messenger approached the gates of the Guilds base, he rode a high speed bike with the emblem of the Royal Guard on it. He stepped off and took of his helmet. "This message is for your commanding officer, please give it too him."

He stepped back on his bike, helmet at his side, waiting to return a message.

To the Guild Commanders.

You have chosen to remain in the Empire and you have been informed of our policy with rebellious RWC troops. Although you are our ally, we cannot be too careful enough these days. But, we are equally pleased with your help in this matter and the acceptance of our refugees, the Empire greets you.

PS: Give any messages you want to send with the messenger, you are not yet hooked up to our secure network.

Supreme Commander Talas.

Alpha Colony

The people orderly left the liner, packed with their most precious possessions they walked towards the Guild Officials leading the operation. A cheery smile was seen on everyone's face and they instantly made room for Imperial Councillor Solar, who seemed to be in ten places at once all around the globe.
He approached a official. "I cannot make this long, I have to depart for Aust soon but this women." A girl with long black hair stepped in front of him she was only in her twenties or so but was wearing a uniform of the Royal Dumpsterdanian Guard. "Is in command of our civilians, Tanya is one of our beloved special operations officers for humanitarian crisis’s." Solar greeted the official and then walked back into the liner. Tanya gave the official a nervous smile. "I'm sorry, I'm very new to this and all..."

IC:

We would like assure you that we will not be attacking you or anyothers involved in this conflict unless we are attacked first, then we shall act in self-defense only. Any civilians you find still in your country are more than welcome here and they can be transported to the Alpha Colony as well.

Thank you,

The Shadows,

The offical looked rather uncomfortable... being the bureaucrat he was, he wasn't used to A) being the prescense of a beautiful woman B) being the presense of a national leader.

'Erm... I think, the Shadowlord left instructions for us regarding you', motioning them to come with him, signalling to two black uniformed women as he passed who promptly fell in behind the party, as they walked towards a set aside anti-gravity bullet train, which would take them directly to the former Guildlord's palace. The instructions left would be there and nowhere else, the offical knew...

"Oh ok, but I need to fetch my bodyguard first." She said as she whisteld and promptly a rather large snow-white tiger aproached from the crowd. How it had been keeping itself hidden nobody knew but it was large enough to be ridden if the rider was small enough. Tanya petted the creature on the top of its head and gestured for the offical to walk on who was wearily glancing at the tiger. "It won't bite, don't worry. Lord Rift found it rather pointless to give me bodyguard of naval stormtroopers for this so he gave me Revenant to guard me." She smiled as she boarded the train and sat down. "Where are we going?"

The offical gulped, he had seen Dryal but they were at least alien... this thing was all too real...

He quickly responded to her question; 'The Palace of the Guildlord's, my lady, we were directed to take any important person there by our Shadowlord, I have no idea whats there so I can't tell you anymore apart from this was a direct order, which is unusual.'

He continued to look nervously at the tiger... the two women troopers looked unaffected... 'Damned, Bridgeburners how the hell can you be so calm...' he thought to himself...

Tanya was impressed. "The palace?" She fell quiet and took a PDA from a bag that was attached to Revenant's waist, he fingers raced over the touch pads as the information about the Guilds was displayed, many of it over twenty years old. She studied the old pictures, life feeds and even satelite images and smiled. "Better then I was told by Councillor Solar, he told you lived in shacks. But I'm pretty sure was joking...I hope."

The two bridgeburners and the offical burst out in fits of laugher at that one..

Through the laughter the offical managed to say 'No, my lady we do not live in shacks... your leader jests with you. This is actually where we came from originally, our civilisation moved to the stars about 13 years ago, we are known as the Alpha Colony, whilst our Shadow Empire grows as we expand in space around our new home of Z'ha'dum. We already have a terrible reputation amongst the stars, for our activities... We revel in this, because it creates the myths we need to become the power we wish to be'

He grinned at her 'We live below ground most of the time, so excuse the halogen lighting'...

They pulled into a small gravity bridge over a huge crystal glass city, it glistened in the artificial light 'The old Vas Urbs, my Lady' and he pointed towards their destination a huge gilded obisdian and marble palace with reliefs carved into it showing huge battles and champions. It was darkly beautiful and at the same time throughly evil, 'The Palace of Guildlords, my Lord and Lady'

Tanya smiled at the trio as they exited the train near the palace, a short walk to the entrance followed and they end up what she thought to be the main entrance.
"So, we just walk in here?" She asked, doubtfully. "I'm not too fond of dark places..."

Bump for the rest of the RWC to see this.

You are no longer a member of the RWC and so we are no longer bound to protect you, however we will not let your citizens be massacred in this conflict. A massive flotilla of ships from our merchant navy and NGO's is now heading toward an assembly point off the coast of your nation. There they will begin accepting refugees from your nation for transport to Huzen Hagen. I have my fathers word that we will be able to take up to 6 million of your people. We hope that the rest of your nation will be fortunate enough to live through these dark days

Ferdinand Maticheck II
Son of the Emperor

'It is well lit, I wouldn't worry, but if you're feeling worried know that you are our guest here, nothing would happen to you or his lordship' the offical repeated in that typical bureaucrat monotone.

He led the party through several vaulted chambers each with magnificent carvings in the walls but sparse furniture occasionally a yellowishly skinned humanoid servant would amble past them.

The offical commented on them seeing the questioning eye's of the guests; 'They are called Hok'Tar, they are from one of the first worlds we conquered, they put up minimal resistance believing our Shadowlord to be their God and us to be his Angels. They consider it a great priviledge to serve us in this manner. Do not worry, they are willing servants in fact the only world and people to be so. They are treated well and are not enslaved nor given the same vein of punishments other slaves can expect. But then again we seldom need to punish one, they tend to scold themselves into perfection...'

They walked towards a set of Precious stone studded crystal doors; 'I was to take you here. Beyond these doors lies the Shadowlords old Throne Room and the chambers of the Guildlords. The two soldiers behind us will escort you further, they are the Shadowlords own, the Bridgeburners.' he informed the party.

The offical spoke a single word 'Z'ha'dum' and the doors slowly opened, revealing a magnificent room. There was a man with dark shiny skin, long ghostly white hair and eyes like two black holes, his mouth opened into a grin showing huge white canines...

To his left and ring stood two cowled figures, both also dressed in black and bearing a lighting bolt looking rune on the front of their cowls. Besides them was a mulitude of figures male and female, all with the shiny black skin and brilliantly white hair, somewere dressed in black silks, others in blood red, there was only one man in room who had pale skin that was a man to seated figures left, he had larger canines than most, pitch black hair with rose tinted glasses, wearing an old red coat with a wide brimmed red hat, with white gloves insribed with pentagrams with many arcane symbols around them. They exhibited a tiny redish glow, his waistcoat and trousers were tipped against his white shirt, red tied tie and his weighted black boots... that man looked evil incarnate... in fact the whole lot of them looked like something out of an ancient version of the court of Hell.

The central figures voiced boomed, no doubt heightened by the room's shape and construction.

'You are most welcome, do not feel afraid you may not recognise us... for we have changed, but we are the same people you knew as the Guilders. I am Shadowlord Stra'coth and who might you be?'

The questioned seemed particullarily aimed at the young woman...

Tag for possible action.

As a member of the RWC, although you are no longer a member, we also wish to help house your refugees. Simply tell us how many refugees you wish to send to our nation and we will send the required amount of ships. Hopefully after the war, if your nation fails to survive, it can be re-constituted with these and the other refugees scattered around the other nations of the world.

The Skulbots were not part of the Vastivan government.

Officially.

Officially, they were mostly dead, or serving long sentences in places where cold had new meanings.

Unofficially, the group of random hackers - some "domestic", some "imported", occasionally "...under duress" - had gelled into a semisolid organization. That their physical bodies usually remained where the HSI watchdogs could find them - and put bullets in them if need be - became a background noise.

Left to their own designs, with large amounts of currency and technology at their disposal, they had been transformed into an... unofficial method of seeking information.

Officially.

"aaaaand... we're in."
"Pssh. Again. Like they can resist nude photos."
"Shh, I'm working."
"Ten bucks says..."


TACCOM: Human mobilisation.

++ 17 million men ++

++ Data incomplete ++

++ Accessing information on Capital Defences ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Accessing information on “Home Guard” ++

++ Access granted ++

++ 6 million men comprising of local militia. ++

++ Accessing information on Naval and Aerial forces ++

++ Access granted ++

++ The Dumpsterdanian Royal Navy operates around 7000 vessels. ++

++ Access on Aerial forces in partly classified but it is believed that the Empire operates a rather large amount of Airwings. ++

++ Accessing information on “Lord DreadFire” ++

++ Access denied ++

++ Incoming message from System Administrator: Stop fucking around with the system, I do not want those dirty pictures on the DreadFire file again! ++

++ Session Terminated ++

"What the hell....?"
"Heh. <slurp> I put a rider on that I/O node a long time ago. Appears to be bearing some fruit."
"I'll say. <slurp> You want another beer?"
"In a bit, have to get some of the files dl'ed before they get DEATed."
"Yeah, what-ever..."

To Huzen Hagen

RIRIS 45 RWC INCRYPTION.

We had planned for around 5 million refugees to Huzen Hagen, but anyone else who they can take along it greatly appreciated.

Our thanks go out to our allies, live in peace and prosper.

Alfarius Damocales,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Defence.

To Wirraway.

RIRIS 45 RWC INCRYPTION.

Although we have not spoken before, an ally is an ally and any people you can take with you is appreciated. I suggest you move fast as enemy forces are approaching on our main island, doom is coming and darkness looms over our lands.

Alfarius Damocales,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Defence.

OoC: Both messages are sent on the latest RWC channels with updated encryption and strangely are sent by the minister of defence, not by the minister of foreign affairs.

IC:

Tanya gave a stylish bow, her blue mantel falling gently beside her. "I am Tanya Rift, special operations officer for the Dumpsterdanian Empire. In some way you could say, that I am the Emperor's daughter..." She didn't look any of them directly into the eyes but Revenant did, the white tiger stood there, next to Tanya staring intently at whoever was leading the Guilds now.
Tanya quickly proceeded. "I am here to help my people on my father's behalf; this official said that my orders would be here."

Farmina pledges to all efforts to Dumpsterdam, our forces are nearly finished in Sinear.

I hope you will inform of us everything our small nation can provide.

In the name of God; death to AMF.

IC:

Tanya gave a stylish bow, her blue mantel falling gently beside her. "I am Tanya Rift, special operations officer for the Dumpsterdanian Empire. In some way you could say, that I am the Emperor's daughter..." She didn't look any of them directly into the eyes but Revenant did, the white tiger stood there, next to Tanya staring intently at whoever was leading the Guilds now.
Tanya quickly proceeded. "I am here to help my people on my father's behalf; this official said that my orders would be here."

The man on the throne burst out in a loud laugh.

'Don't worry about the formality, my dear, One of your beauty is most welcome here in the birthplace of the Shadows' he said through his laugher.

'Ah Lord Solar, it is nice to meet you. But I fear you are needed on urgent business in Aust, I believe. I would wish your company for longer, since I would love to sit and chat with you about the war etc. If you would like to go now, we have a Doomsday Helicopter waiting for you, it will take you direct to Aust... you will be covered from space by two of our Battlecrabs so you will be perfectly safe. If you would like to follow the servant, indicating a Hok'Tar standing by the door way. The servant has a few presents from us for you awaiting in the Helicopter for you, they may prove useful for your war' he said.

Once this had been accomplished, Magnus got up from his rather slouched position on the throne. He walked over towards Tanya and pushed her chin up with his hand, revealing the white slighly long but sharp nails he had...

'Ah, yes you are a pretty one. You shall join us for dinner, I think. As for your people the arrangements are made for them, they shall be fine. You can stay in the Palace until this crisis is over.' he told her.

He cocked his head and asked 'Do you have anything to wear?'

...

"We understand the danger your civilians are in and we will offcourse welcome all refugees Dumpsterdam sends to the Empire. Our minister of Foreign affairs has also decided to use some of the army's transportships to help bring those who wish, to safety."

Ministry of Foreign Affairs

(OOC: Not to be a jerk but you’d have some logistical trouble withdrawing from Macabees as Pantera, McLeod, Samtonia et cetera have begun their naval assault. It’s still possible but you’d need to bring them out via air lift, just an added expense is all.)

(OOC: Not to be a jerk but you’d have some logistical trouble withdrawing from Macabees as Pantera, McLeod, Samtonia et cetera have begun their naval assault. It’s still possible but you’d need to bring them out via air lift, just an added expense is all.)

OoC: This is taking place shortly before the actualy war commences with the Macabees, most of our armed forces haven't had time to leave their transport for Macabee soil yet.

The rest can be airlifted.

IC:

Vollmeria has our thanks, please proceed with all haste to Tallarn Naval Station with anything that can float.

Alfarius Damocales,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Defence.

Alpha Colony

Tanya turned half red, as she put her hand behind her head. "I don't realy know, my father had my clothing packed together with my weapons so it'll be a hassle to find them on the ship." She walked over to Revenant who casualy yawned and gave her a push with his massive claw, the cat, wanted to play. "Revie, not now, I need that necklace." She said as she dug in the tiger's waist bag. After some vervent searching she came up with a sparkling blue necklace, ingraved with the Dumpsterdanian eagle and flame. "I'm sorry, sir but I think that this is the best I can do." She smiled as she felt her face going red again.

"This situation has gained the notice of The Watchers"

-Chairman of Wathcher's Council

DISCLAIMER: Rotovia cliams no responsability for actions of espionage, treason, herasy, crimes against humanity, terrorism or other illicit acts engaged in by the Watchers. Neither does it claim in any vicarious liablity by way of the information presented to our intelligence agencies by the Watchers.

The Coordinator made the decision to hlep take out refugees from Dumpsterdam and it had all happened very quickly from that point on, a message was relayed from the High Command to Fleet Headquarters, from there it went to the 8th Battle Fleet. The last fleet not be called on in the FSM conflict, the 8th had been gaurding Wirraway while the 4 reserve fleets were mobilized. Now that that was done they were free to be used in operations once again.

4 highspeed transport ship squadrons, nominally used to transport the 1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th Marine expeditionary forces, were quickly attached to the Battle Fleet. In must have been a record, the entire fleet was serviced, fueled and preped for departure in only 2 days, 14 hours and 16 minutes, 10 minutes later they sailed for Dumpsterdam, hoping to beat the enemy and take out the 1.5 million refugees they had room for. If anyone tried to interfere......well that was what the 8th Battle Fleet was for.

Alpha Colony

Tanya turned half red, as she put her hand behind her head. "I don't realy know, my father had my clothing packed together with my weapons so it'll be a hassle to find them on the ship." She walked over to Revenant who casualy yawned and gave her a push with his massive claw, the cat, wanted to play. "Revie, not now, I need that necklace." She said as she dug in the tiger's waist bag. After some vervent searching she came up with a sparkling blue necklace, ingraved with the Dumpsterdanian eagle and flame. "I'm sorry, sir but I think that this is the best I can do." She smiled as she felt her face going red again.

Magnus just grinned 'I'm sure if you would like we can have you puruse some of my companions wardrobes... they keep excessive amounts of clothes anyway'.

'So would you prefer to wear what you are at the moment, or would you like time to choose your preference from the ladies wardrobes?' he asked

Some chatter was evident in the background as people were obviously interested in what was going on... did Lord Stra'coth have a romantic interest in her?, might she be the last member of the Council of 7? and might she be the new Lady of Shadows?

Message to incoming Wirraway fleet.

Wolves spotted on your track Monk.Proceed with extreme caution.Watch out for our pittraps when you beat of wolves.

Tallarn Naval Station.


"I'll keep this on, its as formal as I get usualy." Tanya removed her sidearm and put it in Revenant's waist bag. "You stay here Revie, don't eat anyone!" She offerd her hand to Magnus. "Shall we go then?"

"I'll keep this on, its as formal as I get usualy." Tanya removed her sidearm and put it in Revenant's waist bag. "You stay here Revie, don't eat anyone!" She offerd her hand to Magnus. "Shall we go then?"

Magnus grinned and took her offered hand and helped her up.

He led her out of the hall with the rest of the party in tow. They went through several beautiful rooms and several pairs of Black skinned and black uniformed guards with a wounded man on a blazing bridge as their insignia. As well as being watched at all times by men in the tops of the vaults, they wore black masks over their black faces and seemed to be very agile and lithe.

The huge silver inlaid doors swung open soundlessly and revealed a huge dinning hall. In the middle was a huge circular table with a break in it at the four directions of the compass. It was a very old and dark wood, which had obviously been rigourously polished down through the centuries it had sat in the rooms of the Guilders.

Holographic candles gave it a very effective and powerful atmosphere, yellow-skinned Hok'Tar skimed about preparing the meal for their God and his angellic court.

He showed Tanya to a large comfy seat next to his own, the rest of the individuals sat down, continueing to chatter. The Reverent was quickly fetched a large bowl, where it would be fed a copious amount of meat to assuage it's hunger.

He gave her a grin as he signaled that food should be brought to his guests, he knew too well that Tanya would know be the focus of everybody in the room, nobody would not to take this opportunity not to get to know a possibly huge player in the Shadow Court.

Tanya shuffeld uncomfortably on her chair, this wasn't what she had expected and her father had not realy prepared her for this. Revenant lay at her right side, licking and touching the huge hump of meat as if he was in love with it. She smiled and petted him, the tiger purred as he licked the piece of meat like a lollypop.
She looked at each person sitting at the table, she didn't know anyone or atleast didn't recognise them from their former pictures. A steaming plate was put infront of her by one of the Guild's servants and she recognised some type of meat on it. When she sliced a part off and put it in her mouth it melted into a very spicy goo that actualy tasted good. After finishing the first course she looked around the table once more. "I think you have some questions for me, and don't give me any strange looks Magnus, my father told me about you." She gave a PDA to one servant and told it to run over to Magnus, it contained every bit of information on him. Down to the colour of his socks and his dental record.

Tanya shuffeld uncomfortably on her chair, this wasn't what she had expected and her father had not realy prepared her for this. Revenant lay at her right side, licking and touching the huge hump of meat as if he was in love with it. She smiled and petted him, the tiger purred as he licked the piece of meat like a lollypop.
She looked at each person sitting at the table, she didn't know anyone or atleast didn't recognise them from their former pictures. A steaming plate was put infront of her by one of the Guild's servants and she recognised some type of meat on it. When she sliced a part off and put it in her mouth it melted into a very spicy goo that actualy tasted good. After finishing the first course she looked around the table once more. "I think you have some questions for me, and don't give me any strange looks Magnus, my father told me about you." She gave a PDA to one servant and told it to run over to Magnus, it contained every bit of information on him. Down to the colour of his socks and his dental record.

Everybody at the table went silent... that wasn't good threatening the Shadowlord usually meant a lot of pain involved there were only four people on this table who had done and survived, Alucard Dracul, Lina Dragonis, Kalam Mekhar and Baudin Dragonis.

The Shadowlord sat there reading the information given on the device and laughed out loud the sound echoing in the hall, promply handing it over to the man on the otherside of Tanya. The man wore blood red silk and looked like he could take on an ox in strength, the scaring evident on his hands suggusted he might well have done in fact. He burst out laughing...

'I see the Dumpsterdamian Intelligence Services have some sources then... shame it was the information you gave them... eh... Kalam' he chuckled.

He promplty threw the PDA over a man wearing indentical robes but of Black silk and with a Claw Insignia on them, one from Magnus' left...

The man also read it quickly... 'Seems, they got the information we established as the intelligence about you my Lord...' he grinned like the other man... that grin was that of a predator and very dangerous one too...

Magnus grinned at Tanya... 'That was unusually feisty of anybody, but that just proves a point. You need to be like that around here. But I suppose you already know most of this court by name just not by looks. Z'ha'dum changed us... we have become the ones known by some races as 'The Ancient Enemy', we have simply taken the place of the dead race that came before us.'

He went round the table from right to left introducing the lords and ladies of the court.

The man to left of Tanya turned out to be Baudin Dragonis; Master of the Talon, the Woman next to him; his sister Lina Dragonis; Commander of the Shadow Forces, after that came approximately 40 Guildlords and ladies of the various major Guilds, then they got round to the other man who Baudin had named Kalam; Kalam Mekhar; Master of the Claw... and the man to my left is Alucard Dracul the Inquisitor-General...

Each one nodded their approval at Tanya... even if it was only out of politeness and curousity...

The servants came in with a second course a variety of meat, pastries, vegatables, nuts and breads from all over the Shadow Empire served on plates as to allow the dinners to pick and choose what they wanted.

The general hub bub of chatter resumed...

Magnus turned...

'So my questions to you... How did you become the Emperor's daughter?, Have you a partner back in your home?' he asked with a perhaps hopeful tone in his voice... if anybody had been listening they would have no doubt feinted...

"Don't mind the fact that the information is around twenty years old." Tanya coughed under her breath and rolled her eyes at Magnus.
She leaned over to pick a slice of bread from a plate and looked directly at him. "As I said before, I am as close to a daughter Vespasius will ever get. You see, he's not from this world and therefor he cannot have any kids. I am infact, a clone, a female version, but a clone none the less. You've already met Erik, Vespasius's brother and Alfarius, another clone of my father."

She smiled as she munched on the bread. "But I don't mind, apart from the way I was made and born he's still my father." She choose not to answer the last question, she knew that Marcus was on-board the liner now, off-loading her equipment together with the rest of her support personal. She grinned as she thought of her loyal aide, telling Magnus might upset him even though Tanya had no relationship with Marcus.

Magnus sighed... 'Clones... how very unusual... but still no matter' he said his facial expression changing to another wide grin...

'You still didn't answer my question did you... Do you have a partner at home, as in romantically?' he asked her in a non-boistrous form of his voice... had anyone been paying attention they would have realised Alucard was paying the conversation the fullest of attention, whilst chatting cordially to Kalam, whom he worked with...

Tanya scratched the back of her head as she went red again. "Uh no, the last guy that I dated was a total prick and my father personaly broke his legs, after the palace guards where done with him actualy. Didn't leave enough of him whole for Revie to lick up..."

Magnus broke out with howls of laugher at that one... the Revenant looked up and shrugged in a cat sort of way and went back to eating the meat...

Tanya went a dark shade of burgundy... which really stood out against the shiny black skin of vast majority of those seated.

Magnus stopped and grinned 'I know your father too well, my Talon have been after his genetic imprint for sometime in fact. We've never really had the chance to get it... but we are no longer interested in that matter.' he grinned again 'Would you be escort for this evening, then... I would be honoured if you accept'

Tanya stood up, and offered her hand to Magnus once again. "Lead the way..."

Revenant stood up as he casualy walked over to Lina and put a paw her in lap. Somehow the researchers had never realy gotten this emotional quirck out of him, attention, and lots of it too. He purred loudly as if needed to allert her with the huge paw in her lap.

Tanya gave a look back as Magnus escorted her out of the room. "Don't worry, he doesn't bite!" She grinned at Magnus. "This palace somehow reminds me of home." She said as she touched the walls and sniffed the air. "Home...."

The entire court was in a state of shock...

They had just walked out halfway through a meal...

You also had the Commander of the Shadow Forces playing with a very large cat... which both parties seemed to be enjoying... the next to rise was Alucard Dracul, who strode out of the room with Kalam and Baudin the three talking whilst carrying part of the meal with them... the rest of the room was left with having to eat their food alone... or watch a rather happy Lina Dragonis playing with a large cat... which had seemed to have taken to her...

Magnus walked out the door... he wondered what the court would do now... probably nothing and just gossip all night... although he wanted to take an image of the picture with Lina playing with a large cat... his desires led him elsewhere...

'So, where would you like to go my dear?' he asked Tanya...

"I would like to go see my people now, I promised my father I would take care of them. If you woudn't mind I would like to go see how the off-loading is coming along." She put her hand in her pocket as she noticed the lack of a PDA there. "Hm, I need to get that PDA back." She said as she thought of the locker codes that where in there.

Magnus grinned... 'Then you shall see your people'

He touched an implant behind his head and spoke some Vrari into it.

Within a few seconds a number of troops appeared behind them... all wearing that same insignia from before.

'As for your PDA, It'll arrive shortly'

No sooner had he said this then a running Hok'Tar came into view with the PDA. He knelt down and handed it to Tanya. To which Magnus uttered a few words in Vrari and the Hok'Tar seemed very jubilant as he trundled off to other tasks.

'Now shall we?' he said.

She accepted her PDA, she coudn't lose the codes to the weapon lockers otherwise her troops would be un-armed. "Yes, I'm ready lets go." Tanya lead Magnus back to the train, she always rememberd her way out dangerous situations(or what looked like a dangerous situation).

When they where on the train they followed the same route back, in the streets below the first refugees could be seen entering their new houses, hundreds of people orderly took to their new place. No shoving or pushing was seen along the line, all waited patiently for their turn.
Tanya smiled, these where her people and she kept staring down untill the train finaly passed back through the rock again and bursted into light again near the docks.

The massive liners could be seen here and something that looked like a warship, a ship carrying the Royal banner, was moored between two hulks of freighters. DRN Vengeance it read on the bow and Tanya smiled, that was her ship. She looked at Magnus. "You want to go down there or stay here?"

Magnus look happy, because she looked happy...

'Let us go down there and meet your people... I doubt they've seen what their friends really look like yet... everyone dealing with your people has been issued with sythetic skin covers to allow them to look perfectly human. However as you can see we are no longer actually human. Our scientists have found a certain agent in our body, which can only be gained by exposure to Z'ha'dum... it creates the human body into a new form... into a new creature in fact known as a 'Tiste Andii'... that is what we are now. We found an agent to stop this but too late and besides these bodies are far superior to human ones...'

He started to walk down to the landing area the guards following past the numerous Shadow Troops in the area, who all grinned and could be seen removing their skin covers... showing their white hair, shiny black skin and black eyes.

'I hope your people aren't too frightened of us, Tanya' he said taking her hand in his as they continued...

Tanya shook her head. "We live in a strange world Magnus, most of these people have either seen or talked to my father so it won't be that much of a shock." They approached the dock where the Vengeance was moored off and Tanya found her aide Marcus with her bodyguard of naval stormtroopers. Marcus was clad in full body armour only without a helmet where as the other ten or so men had full black and blue bodyarmour, all covering helmets and carrying what looked like a large infantry support weapon. "My lady are you alright?" Marcus stepped forward as he kneeled for Tanya, the other men scanning the surroundings of the dock and the civilians passing by. "We where worried that we lost you, even though you did bring Revenant along." Tanya kneeled infront of him and pulled him up. "I'm sorry, shoudn't have walked off like that but you guys where slow." Marcus threw his hands up. "My lady, we are your bodyguards, we are supposed to watch over you." Tanya grinned. "The people here are nice enough Marcus, oh and this is Magnus leader of the Guilds." She introduced Magnus to Marcus who extended a gloved hand to Magnus. "Pleased to meet you, sir."

Meanwhile a few meters away a little boy started crying, the story about "the bad guild people" his father told him seemed pretty real right now.

Magnus grinned.

'I wouldn't harm a hair on her head... none of my people would either...'

he heard the crying...

'Oh... I forgot what we look like sometimes although you'll have to get used to it I am afraid.' He gave a shout in Vrari and in a few seconds skin covers were being torn off revealing the black skin, black eyes and that white hair...

'I hope this is fine...' he said.

'I am Lord Stra'coth, the Shadowlord of the Shadows formally know as the Guilds. You are our honoured guests here, stay as long as you like.'

Bump for Dump's post...

Marcus had a surprised look in his eyes, he reached down in one of his vest pockets and pulled out what looked like a phone. "Excuse me." He said as he walked a few meters away.

Tanya grapsed Magnus's hand tightly, nearly squeezing it as Marcus returned. "The Empire is now officialy at war with the nations of; The Island of Rose, The Silver Turtle, Scandinavian States and Crazed Marines. They have begun their attack on the main island and Field Marshall Talas says that the defences cannot hold against such an onslaught. We have to assume that Gierling Station will fall within the next week." Tanya squeezed Magnus's hand tightly, she could see it all happening before her eyes and this was making her dizzy untill she finaly colapsed onto the dock. Her bodyguards coming to her aid the moment she made a move towards the dock floor.
It was Magnus who caught her, and Marcus sighed in relief as he kneeled with her. "She always did that to get her way around with me, fainting, but now she wants something I cannot give her." He took out a small datapad and touched a rune on it, the projector showed Gierling Station. "She wants her country back."

Magnus grinned again...

He gently laid Tanya on the relatively even floor and spoke in the native language of the Shadows, Vrari to himself seemingly...

'Servants will be here to attend to her shortly, she will rest and will be seen by a Physician. As for your home island, I take it there is no hope for your forces against the mass of the enemy? If there is not, then please inform your Lord that all who are wounded can be sent to our base in your country. They will be granted political asylum within our Empire as well as gaining benefits from us for their gallent service to Dumpsterdam.' he stated and asked Marcus...

As he finished a litter came running up with a Shadow on it dressed in purest white... contrasting against his black skin... several additional Hok'Tar came jogging from a slightly different direction carrying another litter obviously for Tanya...

Shelley Cornia arrived.
'This is a nice place' she said.

Cornia is national head of affairs @ Tres Bonne HQ, which is directly linked to Serafima and Sparklemist.

' this is crazy, Morgaine doesnt even have control over serafima any more Harkinnen has taken control, this is turning into anarchy ' she thought

Marcus kneeled beside her and stroked her face. "She wants the only thing I cannot give her...and why I don't know." He stood up and turned to the Naval Stormtroopers as he shouted orders in an language lost to the ages. Spread out, fan the area and make sure the people get to their houses without problems. The ten moved away without a word, it seemed the Empire liked its soldiers best when they where quiet.

Marcus turned back. "Take good care of her Magnus, we'll be having dinner on the Vengeance later on tonight and I hope that you can bring her there at eight." Marcus saluted and walked off towards the cruiser docked between the cargo ships.

Meanwhile a good fourty meters away a sergeant was handing out weapons to his platoon, they made up the entire defence force for the four million people here should the Guilds decide to do nothing in case of attack.

IC:

'We will be there, I wouldn't worry' he replied to Marcus.

'Oh, and there's no need to arm your men... it would be highly foolish for an enemy to come after you. You have our Empire protecting you.' he pointed at the huge Battlecrab in the distance.

'Thats one of around 1200 such ships... and we have bigger plans don't worry. So no nobody in their right mind will dare come here for you. Your people are safe, if Dumpsterdam falls we shall conquer a system planet for you to live on in our Empire so that you may regain your strength and one day reconquer your home.'

The Shadow doctor had finished musing over Tanya and applied a balm to her nasal area. She woke up within a few seconds... the litter awaited to take her back to a place to rest.

Tanya sat up straight, totaly bewilderd. "Where, where am I?" She asked, more to herself then anyone in particular. Marcus helped her up before he turned to leave again. "I apreciate the help Magnus, I am sure that my lord wil apreciate it too." He walked off leaving Tanya with Magnus, who reminded her of where she was and what they where doing as they made their way back to the palace.

IC:

As they walked up a Hok'Tar ran up... bowing low he whispered something to Magnus... who turned a slightly darker shade, if that were possible but it certainly looked like it... his eyes flared red for a fraction of a second...

He hissed back some instructions to the Hok'Tar... they seemed like angry instructions... and the Hok'Tar bowed low and ran off to carry out his master's bidding...

Magnus smashed his foot on the path... 'They stole the Chaos Emerald... damn them... but I will have it back... They will give me all the Chaos Emeralds... they will not stop fifty Battecrabs and 4000 Dryal.' he said to nobody in particular...

He saw Tanya looked at him in a rather funny way... 'Oh nothing... the Universe is playing one it's tricks on us again.' He moved off making their way up towards the Bullet train to the Palace.

Tanya smiled. "Hehe, I'm sure everything will be fine Magnus, just try not to fall into the I'm going to conquer the universe thingie again, you scare the crap out of me."

The rest of the trip was un-eventfull as they once more passed over the city where this time the first people where setteling into their new homes, Tanya smiled as she nearly pressed her face against the cold windows.

As they finaly reached the palace they where greeted by Revenant and Lina, Tanya petted the tiger on his head and scratched him under his chin. "I hope he's been a good boy Lina?" She asked as she kneeled beside Revenant and went through the waistbags, she came up with a small medica box where she took a pill and swallowed it whole.

Tag for a reply tomorrow

Tanya smiled. "Hehe, I'm sure everything will be fine Magnus, just try not to fall into the I'm going to conquer the universe thingie again, you scare the crap out of me."

The rest of the trip was un-eventfull as they once more passed over the city where this time the first people where setteling into their new homes, Tanya smiled as she nearly pressed her face against the cold windows.

As they finaly reached the palace they where greeted by Revenant and Lina, Tanya petted the tiger on his head and scratched him under his chin. "I hope he's been a good boy Lina?" She asked as she kneeled beside Revenant and went through the waistbags, she came up with a small medica box where she took a pill and swallowed it whole.

IC:

Magnus grinned again... 'I can't help it... it's a racial thing, The Shadows don't want Universal Domination only the descent of total chaos within all other races to serve evolution. War is the only way to truely evolve.'

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Lina grinned 'Yes, I haven't had any problems with him. He's been a model pet... he even got on with my Wolves... which was unusual, they end up killing most other creatures...'

Magnus gave Lina a lopsided grin as if making a silent joke... she promply gave him a jab in the ribs...

'Don't you dare Magnus... the last time we had a fight you only just won and i've got better' she scolded

'Yes, so i'd gathered Lina...' Magnus replied.

IC: The hour is late that this information reaches Kriegor Zan Varr's ears, he has entrusted me to inform you that you can expect major economical and medical support from Kriegorgrad...militaristic support is yet to be confirmed.

We are saddened to see that such an honourable nation is forced to resort to deporting it's peoples to allies, we will take our fill and more but you must understand, if these people are to live in Kriegorgrad, they must work, they will be put to work in the factories but they will have better conditions that the Kriegos people must endure, the overseers will not use whips upon your people unless it is a very dire offence.

While Dumpsterdam may no longer be a part of the Right Wing Collective but we know full well that Dumpsterdam only severed itself from the organisation for the greater good of the alliance.

May the gods watch over you with smiles and mercy.

Yours compassionately,

Grand Inquisitorial Lord Matthias, Keeper of the Seal, Guardian of the Tome

OOC: I may well give you military aid but I don't have the time now, sorry. Also, should I RP the Dumpsterdanian people coming into Kriegorgrad aboard ships?

Tanya's left eye twitched. "I hate these medications." She said as she watched Magnus and Lina as she got up on Revenant's back and scratched him behind the ears as she leaned on his head. "Let me know when you two are done."

High Priority Message to Kriegorgrad.

We are most pleased with your help and our people are hardworking so you do not need to worry about that.

However, we ask you to keep our escort platoons, medical staff, the sick and the young out of the factory. We have provided teachers and learning materials so our children can be taught what happend and start a new country later on.

We can only ship around half a million people at current, expect them soon.

Alfarius Damocales,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Defence.

Very well, the young, the sick and the eldery shall not be subjected to work and we wouldn't subject military units or medical units to such a mundane task as factory working. We hope that Dumpsterdam will return one day as the flourishing nation it was.

May the gods watch over you.

Yours,

Grand Inquisitorial Lord Matthias, Keeper of the Seal, Guardian of the Tome

Tanya's left eye twitched. "I hate these medications." She said as she watched Magnus and Lina as she got up on Revenant's back and scratched him behind the ears as she leaned on his head. "Let me know when you two are done."

High Priority Message to Kriegorgrad.

We are most pleased with your help and our people are hardworking so you do not need to worry about that.

However, we ask you to keep our escort platoons, medical staff, the sick and the young out of the factory. We have provided teachers and learning materials so our children can be taught what happend and start a new country later on.

We can only ship around half a million people at current, expect them soon.

Alfarius Damocales,
Imperial Councillor,
Minister of Defence.

Magnus and Lina both grinned.

'Well I suspect we had best show you your quarters, Tanya.' Lina said.

Linking arms with her in a really girly way...

Lina then struck up a chat as Magnus left to attend some business of state...