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OOC: In light of this being Decemeber 31, shall we do something?

The Empire of Layarteb officially invites all heads of state to a gathering in New York City tonight at 8:00 P.M. (EST). Formal wear is required.

OFFICIAL ANNOUNCEMENT

Please come and celebrate the New Year in the fabulous Layarteb City (New York City) tonight and honor the end of a year of strife and take steps to usher in a year of tranquility.

The Emperor of Layarteb looked down at the action sheet. The title read: "Decisive Action Officially Disbanded" He smiled. Not a moment too soon. I knew that country would implode on itself. He looked over the action sheet of Kahta, the new occupying country on his border in Ohio. Interesting. Very well. He looked at the clock, 1:22 P.M. There were 6 and a half hours to go and he hoped leaders would attend.

President Roman Black of Colodia will perhaps attend, seeing as how the party would be at 5:00 PST.

However, President Black is a very busy man and may not even show up. It depends on how his agenda for the day goes. You know how it is, projects to turn in, people to see....

Governors of Virginia and West Virginia will also attend. As well as the Mayor of Washington D.C.

We should like to attend as well- we can fly up from Baltimore this evening.

-Alec and Yuna Mannerheim

Both of your invitations are expected. This will be a giant party and thus all are welcome.

Statement from the Office of the Executor

"I will be attending, although I may be delayed since the leadership of Tyrandis is trying to decide what to do with the POWs of DA that we had taken during the brief invasion of Angola. Everyone is agreed that they shall die a slow, horrible death, but the current debate is between torture with sharp, pointy objects or being shoved alive into an incinerator."

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Executor Xavier Davidson
Executor of the Imperium

Excellent.

"His majesty, the Emperor of ITD, also wishes to send an envoy ." - Official Message -

"His majesty, the Emperor of ITD, also wishes to send an envoy to discuss the future of the, now, powerless Fabus family." - Official Message -

Earth II.

-Official Statement-

The Holy Republic of Hawdawg would like to send a delegation to attend this gala. All of our State Representatives will be dressed according to the standards stated. In addition, we will send a strolling Mariachi Band to help with the entertainment.

Sincerely,

Josey Wales
Prime Minister
Holy Republic of Hawdawg

Emperor Thra regrets to inform all involved that he will not arrive. While he cannot personally attend, his younger sister and Magistrate of State, Kressi Thra, shall attend. She will arrive with no less than a dozen Imperial Royal Guards. Security is essential to all meetings, afterall.

Regards,

Kircer Danton
Magistrate of Foreign Affairs

Emperor Thra regrets to inform all involved that he will not arrive. While he cannot personally attend, his younger sister and Magistrate of State, Kressi Thra, shall attend. She will arrive with no less than a dozen Imperial Royal Guards. Security is essential to all meetings, afterall.

Regards,

Kircer Danton
Magistrate of Foreign Affairs
Of course, several Secret Service agents of Colodia will be guarding the President at all times, as well as snipers on the roof. And then there will be fake guests that are agents in disguise.

And we're even considering a couple of Black Hawks. And perhaps 2 Colodian infantry per door.

The President is very important. He is the whole reason why Colodia has grown so powerful so quickly.

All of these invitations are acceptible.

His Excellency President Thomas Davis would be delighted to attend, as well as Honorable Harrison Rutledge, Governor of North Carolina.

Elected Leader Thomas Rothsky of Cotland will attend the party, but later. First, he has to celebrate the New Year in Cotlandstad, where the time at the writing moment is 23.09 (PM).

When he arrives, he will take along 2nd Company, 1th Infantry Brigade (Electorial Guards) for protection, because of the ongoing conflict in Swaziland. He also hopes to have a chance to discuss the conflict with the Emperor of Layarteb, should the opportunity arise.

Happy New Year from Cotland to everyone that is partisipating.

The Emperor inquires as to the size of the protection force?

The Emperor inquires as to the size of the protection force?

One company = 190 soldiers armed with FN Five-seveN, XM-8A2 PDW

OOC: It's January 1th in Norway. Happy New Year.

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Oh yeah. That's fine.

Well it's 5:00 PST

President Black, Governor Nuevo, Governor Jeb, and Mayor Alexis arrive in the Presidential helicopter, a grand black airplane bearing the Colodian colors yellow, red, and blue. They are immediatly escorted to the gathering by 20 Colodian soldiers and 40 Secret Service agents. Although several agents were already planted inside the party beforehand, surveying the crowd. One agent even muttered that it would be pretty ironic if all the non-political guests were all agents daring each other to make a wrong move

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The galla had begun. Dignitaries from all across the globe and even the Empire itself were gathered, taking their turns going in. Metal detectors had been set up and security was phenominal. Rumor had it that Black Forces were operating but nobody could seem to figure out the truth of that matter. Inside the music was playing and 12-hour forray was filling up.

The Waldorf Astoria was a beautiful hotel. The entire hotel had been rented out for this event and all of its ball rooms were full. The main course was being cooked and the drinks were flowing, alcoholic and non-alcoholic.

Secret IC

The Emperor was ready to make his entrance. He was in the biggest VIP suite on the top floor with his associated forces. Black Forces were in the building, all around. Military forces were also around the hotel. It was the perfect opportunity to destroy those that opposed him but he saw this as a new occassion, with a different purpose.

OOC: Not pointing this to you Layarteb, you just made me remember

IC:

The Colodian soldier, Colonel Morris, went up to the stand and microphone to address the party members

"I would like to remind everyone of Colodia's policies toward assasinations, attempted assasinations, and so-called "accidents" on the President. Following the identification of which nation or peoples was responsible for such an act of hostility, war will immediatly be declared upon. In addition, this entire building will be blocked from every entrance and exit, save for the Layarteb leaders. 4 Black Hawks are currently above this building and are ready to destroy it need-be. Colodia does not take anything lightly. Thank you, and have a great new year."

Elected Leader Thomas Rothsky was in the Cottish Electorial Plane, a modified Concorde. It was the only way he could manage to be both in Cotlandstad and in Layarteb City in time for the new year to come. As the plane carrying the Cottish head of state and the follow-plane, another Concorde carrying the rest of the Security contingient, approached Layartebian airspace (300 kilometers out) in Mach 2, the pilot, Colonel Jesse Petrov, called up Layartebian Air Traffic Control.

Col. Petrov: Layarteb Control, this is Cotland One and Two carrying the Elected Leader and his party for the new years celebrations in Layarteb City on the personal invitation from the Emperor. Requesting permission to enter Layartebian airspace and land in Layarteb City.

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OOC: I'll have to read and RP more tomorrow.. eh, I mean later. It's 3 AM here now, so I'm off to bed. Good night, and have a happy new year. Best of wishes to all of you. :)

Reichschancellor Einheit received the invitation 4 hours before midnight.

He sends the following message to the Emperor:

I will be there. It will be excellent to see my old friend once again. I hope you do not mind: I will be escorted by 12 ESPK Guards. I will see you soon.

A Concord jet lifted off from the Hochreich International Airport in Vienna, Austria - headed for New York City...

- N.G.

The Emperor was on his way down when the news brief came in. "What now, I'm late!" He turned to his aide. "You know how I feel about being late!"

"Yes sir. We just have a brief from Colodia."

"What does it say?"

"'I would like to remind everyone of Colodia's policies toward assasinations, attempted assasinations, and so-called "accidents" on the President. Following the identification of which nation or peoples was responsible for such an act of hostility, war will immediatly be declared upon. In addition, this entire building will be blocked from every entrance and exit, save for the Layarteb leaders. 4 Black Hawks are currently above this building and are ready to destroy it need-be. Colodia does not take anything lightly. Thank you, and have a great new year.'"

"Very well. Issue this statement: 'If any action of violence occurs tonight the nation of representation will face severe penalties. However, if any harm comes to the Waldorf Astoria from any country, that country will face the severest of consequences as this is a national land mark for our Empire and our great history.' Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Let me get the hell down there!" The Emperor took the service elevator to the main ballroom, where he'd travel through the kitchen and the main hallway to behind the band stage. The lights were dimmed and the music cued up, The Imperial March. He ascended the stage with lights on him, smiling, this being his first outing in years. He waved and turned, the clapping deafening but not impeeding on the music.

After three minutes it calmed down and he tapped the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen. Distinguished guests. Heads of state. Geniuses!" The crowd roared. "Today is a great day. We usher in a new year and a new attempt at life. Tonight is a night of peace. Funny coming from me don't you think?" A chuckle filled the ballroom. "I welcome you all into my house as guests and as guests there shalt be no fighting. Except maybe over why Layarteb City is the greatest city on Earth." There were more chuckles. "Leaving that aside let us enjoy the night and the new year. But let me also give homage to the most current of current events. The dissolution of the government of Decisive Action could not have come at any time sooner. The threat on our and I know many of your borders is no more. Expansion of other countries is golden. So let us celebrate. To humanity!" He raised his glass and a deafening roar filled the ballroom again as cheering, claps, and the music began. The event had begun...

His Excellency Thomas Davis, the President of Yerffej walked toward the door.

"Name and country?" a guard holding a clipboard asked.

"I am Thomas Davis of Yerffej," he said, swelling his chest and trying to look as dignified as possible.

"You're on the list, but we'll need a fingerprint scan to make sure you're him."

Without talking, Davis placed his hand on the transparent scanner. He saw words going across the guard's small palm pilot.

"Yep, you check out. I'm going to need all of your people to pass through this doorway, if you please," said the guard.

Davis began to stride through, but was startled when alarms began sounding just behind him.

"Sir, you need to remove your sword and place it on this table," said the guard, hesitantly.

Davis scowled. "I cannot. I am required by Yerffian law to wear it at all times in public."

"I'm sorry, sir, but we can't allow weapons in the ball room. You'll need to remove it."

"It's not coming off, so I think you need to back down and let me in," Davis loudly proclaimed, growing angry.

"Sir, there is no need for you to raise your voice," the guard said, just before whispering some words into a reciever on his wrist. "I'm going to need some backup. Please alert the Emporer that there's been a disturbance at Gate 3A."

The Emperor was pulled away from a stellar conversation about the theory of the creation of the moon. "What now!"

"Sir. There is a problem at Gate 3A."

"What now?" He sighed, Can't we have one normal night!

"Sir, Thomas Davis of Yerffej wants to wear a sword."

"And..."

"And sir the no weapon policy."

"That applies to hand guns and such. Swords are ceremonial."

"Yes sir." The aide called down to the Gate to allow Thomas Davis to wear his sword.

"Now getting back. What ocean did you say?" The Emperor rejoined the conversation.

Davis simply glared at the guard following his acknowledgement of the mistake, and strode into the ballroom confidently.

He slickly maneuvered around the small groups of people before seeing the Layartebian Emperor, apparently engaged in a conversation. He was listening intently to the speaker. No matter.

He approached with a cry of "Emperor!", and just as he turned towards Davis, Davis unsheathed his sword and in one quick motion brought it up and then down, straight towards the Emperor's scalp.

It stopped centimeters from his head.

"Haha! My friend!" He resheathed the sword and punched the Emperor in the sternum, knocking the breath out of him. "I still haven't yet thanked you for your gracious transfer of South Carolina and Georgia to my control! So kind." He hit him again.

As Thomas Bjorn sat with the Hawdawg delegation, he couldn't help but notice the "No expense spared" celebration he was attending. Tables were decorated with fine linens, pearls and jewels bearing the official crest of the Emperor and bottles of the finest Liquors. As he turned he caught a glimpse of the Emperor moving into the room to mingle with his guests. The night was young, Thomas thought, I will introduce myself to the Great Emperor when he makes his way to this side of the ballroom.

As the music played a familiar site came to his eyes. The Mariachi's had arrived. Although they where late, apparently from the extra security screening, they would put on a festive show for sure. The house band was just about to start a new song when the Mariachi's started with there familiar yell. "Aye yie yie" and into song they went. The yell scared some of the dignitaries, not used to traditional Spanish style music, but they would come around. Yes tonight would be a night to remember.

As the Emperor moved towards the Hawdawg group hob-knobbing with the guests, Thomas pulled a sealed envelope from his jacket. Reaching out with his right hand he stood to shake the hand of the man who had an omnious presence in the room.

"Greetings Emperor, Prime Minister Wales sends his best wishes for a safe and bountiful new year. My name is Thomas Bjorn and I have an important dispatch for you form the Prime Minister. It is an inviation to exchange embassies, but I won't dull you with talk of business tonight, for this is a night of celebration. Thank you for having us at your gala sir." With that Thomas new to say no more, people in power cherished the ability to take a break and enjoy themselves.

The Emperor maintained cool and calm. In his hand was his M33A3 Pistol, drawn quickly from his pocket. It was on three round burst and one squeeze would put three .40 S&W bullets into the heart of Thomas Davis. With his left hand he grabbed the sword. "You forget Mr. Davis. I too was a military man." He let go of the sword and took the gut punch, putting his pistol away. "The offer is of no problem. We thank you for the return." He motioned to the three men with their MP5s drawn. "Men, it's of no problem." They are the three immediate bodyguards of the Emperor, another two dozen within visual range throughout the party.

The Emperor moved away and met Thomas Bjorn of Hawdawg. He recieved the envelope and smiled. "I'll have this reviewed immediately in the morning. Enjoy yourself and do accept our thanks for your attendance." The Emperor slipped away and joined more crowds.

Davis slightly smiled to himself, and nodded approvingly. He turned to Rutledge, Governor of North Carolina.

"I like that man. Don't get on his bad side."

He walked away and began to mingle.

After having cleared security, the Reichschancellor burst into the room causing quite a raucous. Standing at 6'7" and 290 lb., he was a giant of a man, and on occasion absolutely loved a good party.

As soon as he rushed in, he screamed, "GOOD EVENING EVERYONE! EMPEROR!!! MY OLD FRIEND!! Who is this monkey beating on you?"

He hurriedly walked to the Emperor and embraced him.

Einheit then removed a 4-gallon bottle of champagne from his long overcoat, and popped off the cork, sending a stream of bubbles into the air.

He poured the Emperor the first glass, and then one for himself...

"A happy New Year's to you all from North Germania!"

He glared uncertainly at Davis.

- N.G.

Davis heard the rukus across the room, and realized it was North Germania's leader. As he walked by, Davis was sure to give him a particularly dirty look, and allowed the Reichschancellor to see him. He shook his head disapprovingly and looked the scum up and down. When the Reichschancellor began walking towards him, he felt a small thrill.

How he loved encounters. Perhaps he could even use his sword...

The Emperor sipped a glass and took note of the situation. He glanced over at one of his guards and gave a look. Seven Black Ops men were within 20 feet of the two converging men, each of these seven soldiers armed and with a perfect angle of shot. If anything were to happen, things would occur. The party raged on, a mere 90 minutes until the countdown.

OOC: Hehe, this is great.

Layarteb, check your TG's (concerning something totally different).

Kressi Thra sat at a table, casually sipping a rather poor-tasting champagne. The various guards that had arrived with her -- the elite Imperial Royal Guardsmen -- milled about the room. She stared off and on at her personal associate, Ryle Dorenno, who sat opposite of her at the small table.

"Find whoever it was who brought this miserable champagne and give them hell. This is the nastiest drink I've ever had," she commented to him. "Don't they know they're supposed to take off their socks before they step on the grapes?" she said cynically. "I don't even know why I came."

"Neither do I," Ryle said. "You've done nothing but bitch and complain the entire time since we boarded the flight."

"Maderic owes me for this, that's for sure," she replied. "This little gathering is rather dull, don't you think?"

"I have no real problems with it. There's a plethora of people to associate with. Not to mention a vast array of some of the most attractive women I've ever seen," he responded as his brown eyes followed the skirt line of an unknown foreign girl as she moved about the room.

"When you have urchins like Yerffej's Davis in the room, I don't consider it a well-rounded crowd," she said with contempt.

Ryle frowned. "What's wrong with him?"

"Have you had your head in the sand, you dolt?" she questioned. "That...that....argh," she paused angrily. "He's so slimy, he defies a proper word to describe him. His nation tried to intervene in the Colerican Insurrection and openly supported the rebels."

"Such an elitest attitude you have, my dear," Ryle replied.

"I'm not your dear. And if I come across as an elitest that's because I'm surrounded by imbeciles," she stated in a fiery, arrogant tone.

She's acting strange, Ryle mused. Must have had too much to drink.

OOC: Hehe, this is great.

Layarteb, check your TG's (concerning something totally different).

yes I saw. Concerned elsewhere right now.

President Black walked over to the Emperor

"Great party. It's a pity things didn't go so well in Delaware for you and in Maryland for us, isn't it?"

The President sipped some more wine

"Yeah....maybe next time we'll threaten nuclear war...hey is it hot in here or is that just me? Yeah it's getting hot in here..."

The Agents to his right muttered to the President, "Sir, your getting drunk."

"COLODIA WILL FALL BEFORE I'M DRUNK!" the President shouted back and the Agent quietly shut himself up before making another huge scene

"So anyway..." The President was drunk but he still continued, "...what say we make threats, eh? I have enough nuclear weapons to flatten ALLLLLLL of Maryland and to turn it into the most greenest land in the world, and that green won't come from plants!"

Governor Nuevo of Virginia came to his aid and politely excused the both of them to the bar to have some coffee.

Vichy France would like to send Michel Barnier, Minister of Foreign Affairs, to this gathering. Our leader, Cesar Soubeyran, is leading the fight to consolodate power in Botswana, and he is unable to attend.

OOC: Vichy, consider yourself there from 9:00 PM onward

The Emperor looked at the President. "Shalt we lay the Sevarian situation to rest? It is a new year. Our mutual enemy is no more."

"Five, four..." The countdown began. The Emperor smiled and cheered with the guests in the ballroom. "Three!" He kept thinking, Would this year be any different from the last? "Two! One!" And then it began, the barrage of fireworks. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They all shouted.

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FYI I wanted a pic of the towers but couldn't find any. I'm sorry America.

OOC: Vichy, consider yourself there from 9:00 PM onward

The Emperor looked at the President. "Shalt we lay the Sevarian situation to rest? It is a new year. Our mutual enemy is no more."

"Five, four..." The countdown began. The Emperor smiled and cheered with the guests in the ballroom. "Three!" He kept thinking, Would this year be any different from the last? "Two! One!" And then it began, the barrage of fireworks. "HAPPY NEW YEAR!" They all shouted.

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FYI I wanted a pic of the towers but couldn't find any. I'm sorry America.

I think you should know that last comment was not appropriate nor appreciated.

I think you should know that last comment was not appropriate nor appreciated.

What a picture of the towers with fireworks behind them? As a New Yorker I'm apalled that anyone would consider such a picture inappropriate. The buildings still stand in the memory and heart of me and 8 million others. They should be glorified as symbols of the country and not finding a picture of such glorification is disappointing and I apologize to America for not being able to give due respect to such monuments.

I think you should know that last comment was not appropriate nor appreciated.

OOC:I thought it was both.

IC: Michel watched as the leaders and officials of various nations celebrated the coming of the new year. He was hardly the same. More than anything, he was worried. He knew he had to keep a tough face infront of some, and win the trust of others, both things not quite easy to do.

As he thought, and walked, he bumped into a table with a balanced glass display on it, which promptly fell over and shattered on the floor. He looked at it dumfounded. "Ehm...Mes apologies..." He said, to nobody in particular.

The party continued into the night. The hours ticked by the and luxury flowed. No expense was spared and this $10M occassion was well worth it.

Michael J Feldinchii had arrived late, he also brought his Daughter Diana N Feldinchii. Not to the Province of New York, but to the party. There was a major mix up at first at the Airport named " Layarteb IAP ". There was a security mix up. President Feldinchii had also brought 3 Guards, and it didn't spark the Airport security happily. But everything was settled after several hours when Feldinchii finally proved he was a guest and good friend of The Emperor. They would have arrived not so late, but Diana was distracted by all the beautiful sites. Around 1 - 2 AM Layarteb time, they arrived. They were greeted peacefully, unlike the Airport security.

Diana soon spotted some Champaigne, and soon after she had her share she was soon spotted chatting with various people. President Feldinchii found his way to The Emperor how ever.

" Greetings friend, I am sorry I am late. I would like to let you know that I have brought my daughter ........ " Diana is off chatting about " ...... who seems to be bussy talking her lips off. Anyways, how are things? I also heard about victory twards Decisive Action and Kahta, I would like to congratulate you. "

She even had them stop at the memorial of the famous WTC towers that were destroyed 9/11/01. Known as 9.11 in New York.

Un-serious IC:

The United Empire of Colerica wishes to know what this "9/11" was and what occured on this day.

OOC: Very few nations in NS follow real-life events so making references to real events, such as the horrific tragedy that took place on September the Eleventh, is lost on In Character posts. To my nation, there is and never has been a nation known as the United States of America. It doesn't exist. Thought I'd mention it. :)

As Michel helped clean up the glass mess, agains the insistance of the maids who told him he wasnt needed, he saw a most beautiful woman. He straightened his tuxedo, and made his way toward her, interrupting the conversation she was in, though waiting for her to finish her sentence.

"Salut" He said, then realizing english was the language she was speaking. "I mean, hello. My name is Michel...Michel Barnier, I am the foreign minister of Vichy France. May I ask what your name is?"

ooc: HA PEOPLE DIED IN TOWERS....ok sorry uncalled for....

Nero Trotsky the Emperor of Nerotika FINALLY arrived at the part in the late time of 6:54 GMT. Nero Trotsky was followed by 14 unarmed gaurds who pretended to have guns in their hands. Nero looked around feeling as if people were just staring at him and his 16 year old unarmed guards. He scanned the crowd and said clearly.
"What its not like the airport here was going to let me have guns brought in jeez....well while im here and everyone is looking at me....where is the hookers?" Nero laughed a little then grabed some beer sence he never drank fancy shit. He sat down as his gaurds ran around saying bang bang at each other as they hid behind the crowd of people.

OOC: 9.11 did not happen for us. The WTC still stands.

Un-serious IC:

The United Empire of Colerica wishes to know what this "9/11" was and what occured on this day.

OOC: Very few nations in NS follow real-life events so making references to real events, such as the horrific tragedy that took place on September the Eleventh, is lost on In Character posts. To my nation, there is and never has been a nation known as the United States of America. It doesn't exist. Thought I'd mention it. :)

OOC: Which is why I edited it before you quoted me lol.

What a picture of the towers with fireworks behind them? As a New Yorker I'm apalled that anyone would consider such a picture inappropriate. The buildings still stand in the memory and heart of me and 8 million others. They should be glorified as symbols of the country and not finding a picture of such glorification is disappointing and I apologize to America for not being able to give due respect to such monuments.
OOC: Sorry, I thought you was glorifying 911.

OOC: Sorry, I thought you was glorifying 911.

Lord no and whoever does should be made to suffer horrible, horrible, horrible things...

Lord no and whoever does should be made to suffer horrible, horrible, horrible things...


Burned slowly while being tainted by kerosene? Then thrown out into a roofless glass room out in the desert for 2 weeks, then back in the fire?

Burned slowly while being tainted by kerosene? Then thrown out into a roofless glass room out in the desert for 2 weeks, then back in the fire?
We had a traditional torture method for those accused of high treason 80 years ago before the Colodian revolution.

The police would cut out the criminal's eyelids, tape him down securely at sunrise so that he gets a clear view of the sun for as long as possible, and litter the floor around him with a variety of insects and arthopods. After 2 days of this, and without giving the criminal no food or water or any help in particular, he would be set free.

After the revolution, such a punishment was deemed inhumane and now we resort to locking away criminals in a 5x5 cell for the rest of their life.

Elected Leader Rothsky arrived at the ballroom along with his entourage just as the new year ticked in. He was handed a glass of champagne, and set off to find the Emperor.

Alec and Yuna Mannerheim finally arrived, two hours late. It had been snowing in Baltimore, and traffic was piling up at BWI.

When Alec stepped in, he saw the Layartebian Emperor and the Colodian President. He whispered to Yuna, "Probably plotting our demise in North America." Yuna replied, "Alec, don't be so paranoid- it's a new year- I think they'll probably let it go, now that Mississippi has all but collapsed."

Alec and Yuna walked over to them. He was hoping to perhaps catch the Colodian President in a good enough mood to perhaps buy D.C. from him. Alec whispered to Yuna, "Baby, if I'm being an asshole- kick me in the groin, will ya?" Yuna let out a slight chuckle, "Will do, Alec, will do."

The fireworks exploded all night long, sending tons of Chinatown's famous product into the sky, turning the dark night into a glowing occassion. It hadn't looked like this since Independence Day and before that since the war. They went on until 1:00 A.M., a full hour after the New Year rang in. The party would keep going until 8:00 A.M. though the Emperor fully expected people to start leaving by 4:00 A.M. at the latest.

Rothsky walked up to the Emperor with a glass of Champagne in his left hand. The right was extended in order to shake the Emperors hand.

Rothsky: Emperor, how do you do. I'm sorry I'm late, but you know how it is, leading a country and all. - he smiled and continued - I'd like to discuss the situation in Swaziland with you if you have the time.

The Emperor nodded. "I have a private table on the balcony. Shalt we reside there?"

The Emperor nodded. "I have a private table on the balcony. Shalt we reside there?"

Rothsky: Yes, that would probably be the safest. I don't see the Moronyickan leader here, but who knows where the enemy has spies.

Rothsky waited for the Emperor to lead the way.

They ascended to the balcony, the party raging below with no idea to what was going on at the top of the balcony. "So what is on your mind sir?"

They ascended to the balcony, the party raging below with no idea to what was going on at the top of the balcony. "So what is on your mind sir?"

Rothsky sat down and ordered a scotch from a waiter. Then he looked to the Emperor.

Rothsky: Well, I was merely wondering about the Layartebian involvement in the Swaziland conflict. Our sub-crews have picked up something that might be a Layartebian submarine, but they aren't sure. The enemy aircraft carriers were damaged by Layartebian weapons that had to be launched from a submarine. So that leads me to the question my admirals keep asking themselves. Do you have a new submarine type of some sort operating down there? The subs we have there aren't sure whether its friend of foe. They litteraly have their fingers on the trigger.

The Elected Leader took a small pause to sip at his whiskey. Then he continued.

So, if it's yours, maybe we could coordinate operations down there. Please let me know about any ideas you have.

"A Layartebian submarine you say? No I'm afraid not. I don't know what types of weapons you could have picked up that are distinctly ours. As you are aware our subs use a modified Mark 55 ADCAP II but it carries the same signature as a Mark 48 Mod 6 ADCAP so there is no distinctly Layartebian weapon that we employ. We use the same types of submarines as you, Seawolfs and Virginias.

"I have been monitoring the conflict closely though and I must say, whoever is down there firing has a pretty awful intellect about them to take out the carriers. Satellite photographs have shown that one is significantly damaged and the other is moderately damaged, from the way she is listing." He sipped his scotch. "Perhaps one of your submarines may have gone rogue? Though I doubt such. I would inquire as to the possibility of other forces in the area."

Rothsky looked puzzled.

Rothsky: As you know, we have 4 Virginias down there. Everyone reported in over UHF an hour ago. It might be a Germanian sub, but I doubt it. As for the mystery sub, I'll tell the men not to fire unless fired upon.

Rothsky took another sip.

Anyway, we are sending another 4 Virginias and 2 Seawolfs down there along with a sub tender from the subbase we've constructed in the Lakshadweep islands. The base became operational two days ago in case you didn't know.I don't know which forces you have down there, but should you send subs or ships, they can operate out from our base there.

"Satellites are beautiful sir. Yes we are aware of the base there. As for our presence. We will not interfere in this conflict unless we are directly attack in any of our lands."

"Satellites are beautiful sir. Yes we are aware of the base there. As for our presence. We will not interfere in this conflict unless we are directly attack in any of our lands."

Rothsky: Pardon me, I didn't do that well in Geography in school. I just got a B. I can't seem to recall where the nearest Layartebian territory is. Maybe you could help me out.

The Emperor laughed. "The nearest territory is in Europe in Kaliningrad. That is an autonomous republic. But our actual empire exists in the Western Hemisphere in Central America, North America, and South America.

Nerotikan Emperor Nero Trotsky looked around at everyone. He sat down on the ground with his beer in his left hand. His right hand sat in his right pocket of his jacket. In his mouth was a lit cigarette that was kinda crumpled. His hair was a little messy so an easy look at him could give off the wronge idea that this man had no leadership what so ever. He watched everyone jumble about. His own gaurds had left the party out of free will to go some where less boring. He just sat there hoping to get into a cheap fight or sumthing.

The singing, dancing, and partying raged on down below the balcony. Throughout the hotel the party kept going. It was 2:02 A.M. and many of the guests had been up for hours upon hours upon hours. It was waning down, although minimally.

Rothsky smiled at the Layartebian Emperor.

Rothsky: So Kaliningrad is merely a... shall we say, protectorate? We have heard a lot of different reports coming out from there. Something about genocide and such. But I'm not going to try to dictate your politics sir. I have enough with my own.

He took another sip and a relieved breath. He'd asked what he came to ask, and gotten a new bit of intel. Were the Layartebian satellites so good that they had picked up the construction work on the remote Indian island? At least they are on our side, the Elected Leader thought. He looked at his watch. 2.03 AM. Too late, or too early, to talk politics. He shifted the theme of the conversation.

Rothsky: So. How are your family? All well, I hope?

OOC: My Emperor has no family but it's cool, honest mistake nobody knows it. Let's keep going no need to edit or change.

The Emperor straightened up. "Kaliningrad is an internal affair. I'm glad you realize that. As for the family. If only I had one sir."

Carl Vanderhoven, third most influential member of the Council of Thirteen, acclaimed Foreign Minister, and the highest-ranking immigrant sat back, sipping a glass of the champagne that had been so graciously provided and chatting with the captain that had accompanied his security detail. There was, quite frankly, nothing to do.

No hosts to thank, as they were all somewhere outside. No foreign delegates to talk to, as he had no idea who they might be and they still were lingering at their tables. No dancing for Vanderhoven, with his knees. All in all, for the first half hour or so, the party was exceedingly dull. Until finally something happened that he was waiting for.

As the Kaiser and wife of said Kaiser of Sevaris stepped into the immense ballroom, Vanderhoven politely broke off the conversation with Capt. Montoya and moved to intercept the couple. Samtonia needed to talk with foreign heads of state and these were some that Vanderhoven had elected to approach first.

Accosting them momentarily, Vanderhoven smiled warmly. “Ah, my fondest welcomes from the government of Samtonia. I’m Minister Vanderhoven and I greet you, Kaiser Mannerheim and Mrs. Mannerheim.” Shaking Alec’s hand firmly and bowing to his wife, Vanderhoven continued.

“Kaiser, Samtonia has something we feel we need to discuss with you, between our two countries. I apologize for intruding into the party, but the entire Council would prefer if I talked with you here. If she wishes, your wife is happy to join, but I know if I had a choice I wouldn’t!” laughed Vanderhoven.

“So, Mannerheims, what say you? A quick conferencing session, I promise.”

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Carl Vanderhoven, Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC: My Emperor has no family but it's cool, honest mistake nobody knows it. Let's keep going no need to edit or change.

The Emperor straightened up. "Kaliningrad is an internal affair. I'm glad you realize that. As for the family. If only I had one sir."

Rothsky: Oh...

Rothsky's face became red instantly.

My appologies sir. I thought that you might have one. But don't worry. I'm sure you'll find miss Right someday.

But speaking of you. How are you? Not you, the political figure, but you, the person.

"Fairing well good sir. I can't complain of bad health. Running this Empire isn't exactly a very relaxing job but hey someone has to do it." He laughed. "I hope you to are in good health? The last thing I need is to try to establish relations with yet another leader." He chuckled. I haven't slept a day in years. F****** medical proceedure that I wish I wouldn't have had done! He thought to himself as he sipped the last of his scotch. "How do you find this party?"

Rothsky: Well, I think that I've entered the mid-life crisis. I have a sudden urge to go out and buy a Harley and just cruise around from time to time. The 'Guards won't let me. Not that I have the time anyway. I'm ruling almost 300 million people who have the power to overthrow me every 4th year. But life is good. I'm in good health. Thanks to the damned job, I've quit smoking, and almost never drink alcohol anymore. And the best part of the job is that I have a hell of a lot of toys to play with, if you know what I mean.

He laughed, partly because of the joke, partly because he was dead tired after first 4 hours in the situation room in the underground bunker in Cotlandstad, then 9 hours of new year celebrations all over the country complete with speeches, then a 4,5 hour flight from Cotland to Layarteb City, then at the party. The alcohol was also starting to take it's toll.

Rothsky: The party's a blast. I don't know how it was before I got here, but it seems that is just keeps getting better, just like life.

"Indeed sir indeed. Congradulations on quitting smoking. I hear it's bad for you." He laughed. "I too rarely drink but on such occassions as this." He put his glass down and overlooked the balcony. "What's scary right? Tonight all of these men and women are here. The sun will rise and the sun will set today. That never changes. But what will change are these people. Maybe alliances will be created from tonight? Maybe they will be broken. But each and every person here tonight will go home with a new bias of the Empire of Layarteb." He turned back to the Rothsky and smirked. "Thus far nothing has occured, nothing that would cause me any grief. May the sun rise this morning without incident."

Rothsky raised his glass and uttered the famous words:

Rothsky: Hear hear.

Just then, a large crash could be heared. All the security personell of the Elected Leader rushed forward to protect the two heads of state, when someone yelled in Cottish:

Someone:Sorry. My bad.

The "someone" was a Cottish soldier who had accidently knocked over a vase, which had gone right in the floor and crushed, and stood next to the vase with a really goofy face. The Captain in command rushed forward along with three other Cots and dragged the private along into another room.

"I see the alcohol has taken its toll on others as well." The Emperor laughed and watched as one of the security personnel overlooked the crashed vase. "You need not worry about it. We have allocated a significant portion of these party funds to 'clumsiness.'"

Rothsky: You must appologise for the soldier. I don't know how he got into the Guard, but I'm not willing to bet money on him remaining there. But where were we? Oh yes. The possibilities of alliances being made. Yes, I hope too that the new year will bring with it peace and stability to the people of my nation and your people in Kaliningrad. And, hopefully, to the world as well.

"Ah Kaliningrad. Are you aware of what a Phyrric Victory is?" His smirked turned to a stern look of regret.

Nero looked at the people around him. Leaders of random nations. He just chuckled then sipped his beer. Still sitting on the ground he pulled out another cigarette and lit it up with a light that had the nerotikan flag on it. He fliped the light and threw it back into his pocket. He sat agenst the wall for awhile then got bored...very bored. He pulled out a small knife and just toyed with it.

"Ah Kaliningrad. Are you aware of what a Phyrric Victory is?" His smirked turned to a stern look of regret.

Rothsky: No sir, I'm afraid I don't.

OOC: Nerotika all firearms were seized upon coming into the place. Swords were kept for ceremony but not firearms.

"A Phyrric Victory comes from Ancient Greece. It's when you win a battle but lose so too many forces to call it a real victory. It's a victory through disaster. You should take note as to why I have mentioned that in respect to Kaliningrad."

ooc: awww didn`t read that...ok make it a knife lol....

OOC: Nerotika all firearms were seized upon coming into the place. Swords were kept for ceremony but not firearms.

"A Phyrric Victory comes from Ancient Greece. It's when you win a battle but lose so too many forces to call it a real victory. It's a victory through disaster. You should take note as to why I have mentioned that in respect to Kaliningrad."

Rothsky nodded in understanding.

Rothsky: I see. So what you are saying is that while you have control over the land, the population is still resisting?

Doing the best he could at sneaking, the Reichschancellor quietly walked up behind Mr. Nero of Nerotika.

He wrapped a huge left arm around his shoulders and finished off his 4-gallon bottle of champagne.

Reichschancellor Einheit: "Where's the Emperor, Nero? And where's the damn vodka? I got lost in here and that Yefferjiggary character keeps eyeballing me."

Mike Feldinchii's eyes were just wondering around various people. He suddenly spotted something verry verry strange.

President Mike Feldinchii: Umm, Reichschancellor Einheit...may I ask what the hell you are doing to Emporer Nero Trotsky.

Mike's mind: I think they've drunken so much they've mistaken each other for hookers...

Nero's eye's were reddish and he looked sligtly to the left of the reichschancellor when he spoke.

Nero Trotsky:Ha like I know. Oh and get your drunk ass's off me eh mate....ey hows ye been doin...i`ve been fine meself but a wee bit on the sick side if ye now whats me be talken bout. And 'er vodka aint here. Least from what i's know's. And whens did you's get 'er yerself a twin?

OOC: Since I don't see any replies in 36 hours, I'm just going to put this to rest.

People were still partying at 8:00 A.M. though not many. Most had been in bed for three hours or more throughout the hotel. It was a night without incident. There were a few conflicts but nothing severe, nothing that a single security guard couldn't handle. The Emperor left at 6:35 A.M. and went immediately to his office where he began a new day of work, particularly meetings.

It was a hell of a new year and now only time would tell...

RP officially closed
Good job, I enjoying this one. Thanks to all who participated.