NationStates Jolt Archive

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Open to my RP "Regulars" without hesitation. All others, please IM or TG me first. This is basically just to cover experiences of folks wanting to move to the Commonwealth, and then how they feel when they get there, adapting to life, etc. And possibly foreign commie governments dumping millions of right-wing whites into my lands for me.

I ask that you send immigrants in large numbers (500,000 or 1,000,000 etc) but that you focus on RPing from the eyes of a few, a small family or something, or maybe a large family. And focus on their experiences moving and getting settled into their new homes.


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Speaking via the White Peoples Radio and Television Network, Joseph Mladic had the following to say,


"Are you tired of life in a boring and possibly left-wing land? Are you constantly looking for work? Finding it hard to feed your family? Just trying to get by? Are you a white heterosexual right-leaning Christian that supports the overall principles of the Fabus regime and will you take a brain scanner test to prove you're not a foreign operative? If you answered yes to those questions, most importantly the last one, you qualify you a preliminary immigration hearing to determine your eligibility to move to a territory of the Mississippian Commonwealth."


"Currently, we have ninety million slots open for immigrants in South Africa, twenty million slots open in Angola, twenty million open in Namibia, twenty million open in Botswana, three million open in Lesotho, two million open in Western Sahara, and one million open in Mississippian Egypt."


"For a limited time, we will pay you five hundred thousand Mississippian dollars and give you a house with ten acres of land, if you agree to move yourself and your immediate family, who must also pass the necessary tests, to one of the Commonwealth territories just mentioned. In your new homeland, you will enjoy all the great standard of living that has made the Mississippian Commonwealth the prime choice of immigrants for the last decade. Call now and ask for more information, or go to our website, The Mississippian Immigration Program is here to serve the needs of you and your family as you embark on the journey to becoming a Commonwealther."



"Good night, and God Bless."





Immigration Slots Remaining


South Africa= 89,500,000

Angola= 20,000,000

Namibia= 20,000,000

Botswana= 20,000,000

Lesotho= 3,000,000

Western Sahara= 2,000,000

Mississippian Egypt= 1,000,000

OOC: Im I one of them

The plane was ready. Engines prepped. The baggage was loaded. And, the pilot announced over the intercomm that they would now take off. Unfortunatly, no one was on the plane. And the only baggage was bags of hate mail being sent to Czar Roger Fabus. Not even the pilots really wanted to go to Mississippi, but it was their job, so they did. They began taxing down the run way untill they reached the straight-away and increased speed. A moment later they were in the air, heading to Mississippi with loads of hate mail.

The plane was ready. Engines prepped. The baggage was loaded. And, the pilot announced over the intercomm that they would now take off. Unfortunatly, no one was on the plane. And the only baggage was bags of hate mail being sent to Czar Roger Fabus. Not even the pilots really wanted to go to Mississippi, but it was their job, so they did. They began taxing down the run way untill they reached the straight-away and increased speed. A moment later they were in the air, heading to Mississippi with loads of hate mail.




As they approached fifty miles off the coast of Fabus Island, the normal air approach to Mississippi unless first stopping over in Tennessee if coming from that direction, they were hailed by Air Defense Command on Fabus Island.


"Halladi aircraft, state your course and heading, and your destination, also, what is your business..."


Almost immediately, two MiG-41 Good Ole Boys were scrambled from the secondary airbase on the south-western tip of the island to intercept the plane and escort it to a runway where it would be checked, or if necessary, just escort it away from MS airspace.

"This is AB-320-12, from the Halladi International Postal Service. We are heading to Fabus International Airport. We're carrying the weekly mail from Hallad." The pilot responded over the radio.

"This is AB-320-12, from the Halladi International Postal Service. We are heading to Fabus International Airport. We're carrying the weekly mail from Hallad." The pilot responded over the radio.




The response was immediate, the MiG-41s went Mach 4.2 until they came within range of the plane, then they slowed and matched speeds, assuming positions on either side of the jet.


The Air Defense Command then spoke, "Flight AB-320-12, you will defer your course and land at runway D on Fabus Island West airbase, follow the MiGs... Do not deviate from the path you are being assigned."

AB-320-12 followed the orders and landed at runway D.

Secret IC to Czar Roger Fabus:

"Well, we have a capitalist problem here. And a sociopathic peachtoned pigf*cker problem (ooc: it's what the Great Leader calls whites). You see, European and American tourists have flocked to our sandy white beaches and pristine jungles and then subsequently decided to live here. And also, the bastards damage the environment, demand that capitalism be enstated, slavery abolished, refuse to pay the firstborn tax and generally behave like jackasses. I request that I be able to send them to South Africa and Lesotho, all 125,000 of them (ooc:i'll pay $500,000 each, gladly too). I heard you needed more people there. I can also send military specialists to your nation to clear out the N*ggers, whoops, I mean Africans there, in the case that you can't spare the land."-The Great Leader Li.

From the Desk of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

Upon the release of information (unbeknownst to our government) in regards to your African Immigration Program, numerous members of our community (514,382) have expressed interest in moving to the Mississippian Commonwealth nation of South Africa. Nearly all of the said people are reported to subscribe to the Christian faith and of course meet your other criteria. However we feel that it is in our nations as well as our peoples best interest to employ several hundred families, chosen by the Avadrian Government, to aid in assiting the transfer of our people to their new homes. Monetary compensation would not be required for these people.

Upon confirmation of this transfer, numerous direct flights from Avadria to South Africa will be specially chartered. It is also our assumption that the plots of land will be in close proximity of each other in order to allow for a more comfortable community to help ease the transfer.

Minister of Foreign Affairs
Gerhard Norris

From the Desk of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

Upon the release of information (unbeknownst to our government) in regards to your African Immigration Program, numerous members of our community (514,382) have expressed interest in moving to the Mississippian Commonwealth nation of South Africa. Nearly all of the said people are reported to subscribe to the Christian faith and of course meet your other criteria. However we feel that it is in our nations as well as our peoples best interest to employ several hundred families, chosen by the Avadrian Government, to aid in assiting the transfer of our people to their new homes. Monetary compensation would not be required for these people.

Upon confirmation of this transfer, numerous direct flights from Avadria to South Africa will be specially chartered. It is also our assumption that the plots of land will be in close proximity of each other in order to allow for a more comfortable community to help ease the transfer.

Minister of Foreign Affairs
Gerhard Norris



"We will consider this offer and start the necessary arrangements to get the people settled on land they find suitable in South Africa. The people will be living in rural communities for the most part, farming areas. We will attempt to keep them as close together as possible."

William Fabus

ooc: What i neglected to mention.

A.) All of them are white.
B.) 90% of are Christians
C.) Most are racist, at least towards blacks.

bump.

"As added incentive, we will be offering immigrants rifles and ammunition so they can assure their own personal safety on the land they'll be receiving, since there are many tribals not happy being forced off their ancestral lands. But in actuality it was our land, they were just on it before we got there, and anyway, they shouldn't try to selfishly keep it to themselves. Any and all approved immigrants are eligible for free M-14B rifles."


Czarina Alice Fabus

Secret IC to Czar Roger Fabus:

"Well, we have a capitalist problem here. And a sociopathic peachtoned pigf*cker problem (ooc: it's what the Great Leader calls whites). You see, European and American tourists have flocked to our sandy white beaches and pristine jungles and then subsequently decided to live here. And also, the bastards damage the environment, demand that capitalism be enstated, slavery abolished, refuse to pay the firstborn tax and generally behave like jackasses. I request that I be able to send them to South Africa and Lesotho, all 125,000 of them (ooc:i'll pay $500,000 each, gladly too). I heard you needed more people there. I can also send military specialists to your nation to clear out the N*ggers, whoops, I mean Africans there, in the case that you can't spare the land."-The Great Leader Li.



"We don't want any military help, nor would we accept any. We're looking for immigrants and immigrants only."


Czar Roger Fabus

"We will consider this offer and start the necessary arrangements to get the people settled on land they find suitable in South Africa. The people will be living in rural communities for the most part, farming areas. We will attempt to keep them as close together as possible."

William Fabus

From the Desk of the Minister of Foreign Affairs

So would it be safe to assume that we can begin to inform and organize these people to prepare them for the second phase of their transfer? As well the land acommodations should be fine, given that they are indeed close together as possible.

Minister of Foreign Affairs
Gerhard Norris

"We don't want any military help, nor would we accept any. We're looking for immigrants and immigrants only."


Czar Roger Fabus

"Ok then. 125,000 immigrants are in transit to South Africa, they will be arriving via 500 TT-110 Transport Ships and 100 C-100 Cargo Planes."-The Great Leader Li.

Feeling that the environment and chances were right, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs began to distribute travel passes and tickets to all of the soon to be immigrants. A raffle was created to decide who would go when and on what flights. Then the days were given out and tickets were distributed to the passengers.

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On this particular day the Konigsburg International Airport throngs of people with a single destination flooded the concourse. A long line was formed at customs as numerous Avadrians prepared head off to South Africa. One of the people, a young man with sandy blonde hair approached the desk.

“Hagon” The young man said, cheerfully greeting the customs official.

“Sug papilen?” The customs official asked instead. She showed little emotion and merely wanted to move through as many people as possible in the shortest amount of time.

“Ja…” The young man said, fishing out his passport and other travel documents from his pocket. “Hest sug at” The man said, placing the papers down on the counter.

The official flipped through the documents, glancing up at him several times to see that things checked out. “Dod ist sug destinatzion mazen Anderlend?” She finally asked him.

“Im lousan do South Afrika fuz daet Afrikan Emigratzion Program” Mr. Anderlend said to the woman, knowing that she was expecting the answer. After all she had heard it literally at least one hundred times today.

“Bake sug lous vast fratte daet goda Krishtans.” She said, pointing over by a large gathering of people near one of the gates. “Daet londkemel vos mot findken.” The woman added in her same annoyed voice.

“Ah, dod ken ist?” Mr. Anderlend asked her, eager to know how much time he had until the plane would depart.

The woman rolled her eyes, wanting to move onto the next person. “Daet kloken ist vast” She said, pointing over by the crowd, in a very irritated fashion.

“Ah, emmel” Mr. Anderlend said before picking up his bags and heading towards the crowd of other Christians heading to South Africa.


As the clock ticked closer to four, the final ceremony for the passengers of Avadrian Royal Airlines Flight 322 (Direct to South Africa) was being prepared. A large Avadrian flag was hung from the ceiling and ran all the way down to the floor. One of military officers in charge of the transfer of citizens to South Afrika, called upon the attention of the gathered travelers.
He stood with the flag to his back, looking out at the crowd. The officer instructed them of the final procedure before they would depart. One of their final acts as Avadrians would consist of a final display of patriotism, reassuring them of their true home.

The officer turned on his heel, now facing the flag and saluted in the traditional fashion. All of the travelers responded in the same fashion although some more hesitantly than others. Then the officer began in a rather booming voice, singing ‘O Mide Avadria’ the national anthem of the Empire. The crowd was quickly swept up in it and began to sing as well, the patriotic chorus drifting through the airport and offering excellent footage for the media.

Upon finishing the emigrants collected their luggage and began to board the first flight from Avadria to South Africa.

Ooc- I can't figure out what language you use. It's not quite German, not quite Dutch, it's similar in some regards to both of them an then obviously to Afrikaans which is a blended and altered version of Dutch and German. Did you write your own language for your nation?





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The Governor-General, William Fabus, was ready to greet the arriving Avadrians at the main airport in Pretoria. He was going to usher in what he was calling, "A new chapter in South African history."


Concerns amongst the Boer community that this was simply letting more, "Rooineks" into the nation. William was quick to assure them that all new arrivals would be learning Afrikaans. He quickly called the leadership in Avadria to make sure this was their understanding as well, asking, "Hello, sir, I'd like to confirm, all the folks you're sending us, they will be learning Afrikaans, correct?"

OOC: As a matter of fact I did. I plan on posting a full list of words thus far, as well as pronunciation and the alphabet.

The phone rang at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the call was quickly transfered to the proper authority (In this case the Minister of Foreign Affairs).

"Ah yes, that was a concern some people had at first. We made sure to supply each of the immigrants with Avadrian to Afrikaans dictionaries as well as a small work book to help them out." The Minister said in response. "We figure it will give them something to do on their flight" He added chuckling.

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As it was the intent that the Ministry of Foreign Affairs had to ease the language barrier was followed through. Many of the passengers, growing bored with B-grade movies from years back, turned to their language guides to prepare themselves once they arrived. As it was, the first flight would be nearing South African airspace shortly.

As they were approaching the coast of Namibia, immediately MiG-41s greeted them, flying within a half mile of the planes, shadowing their movements. As quickly as they had appeared, they were gone, being called off after their commanders realized it was a legitimate convoy of white immigrant planes.


Suddenly though six MiG-31s and four MiG-41s from South Africa came towards them, to guide them to the final runways and make sure they got to South Africa without interference and without incident.


William Fabus was currently standing in the the P.W. Botha terminal, the main terminal, in the Jan Smuts international airport in Pretoria. He was with a detachment of SRG from the William Fabus SRG division, he was anxious and eager to greet the new-comers and welcome them into South African Commonwealth society.


He was hoping their planes would be landing in no more than half an hour, he was getting annoyed at having to answer questions from media "idiots" that he'd never even heard of before.

The two pilots looked towards each other with nervous looks at the approach of the fighter planes. However as soon as they turned away from each other the Migs had left their view, soon replaced by a larger number of planes who identified themselves as escorts.

As they neared the airport and made ready to begin their descent the pilots went through the necessary procedures to inform and secure a runway. Then when all was taken care of, the large jet dipped down and began its descent towards the airport.

Fifteen minutes after the plane landed, the immigrants were allowed to depart. The first man out of the plane was the officer who had led them through the final ceremonies at the airport. He was being installed as their 'chaperone' and would be staying in South Africa for sometime while everyone was situated.

Following him was the long stream of passengers with carry-ons in tow. The awkward feeling of being in a new environment was welcomed with open arms by each and everyone of them. Their eyes searching every inch of the airport they could see while they gathered where the officer had instructed.

The officer had spotted the man who appeared to be the official that would be welcoming them to South Africa and quickly approached him. "Mister Fabus?" He asked extending a hand and speaking in Afrikaans as best he could.

William smiled and accepted his hand, shaking warmly for a few seconds as he said in English, "Your Afrikaans is not too good, but we'll fix that. So, how was the flight?"

The officer laughed full knowing that what little he knew, he learned on the flight over. "The flight wasn't terrible, just long" He said with a rather thick Avadrian accent. None the less he was glad to be speaking a language they shared. "I'm Alexander Prast... and I'll be helping these people settle in" He said motioning over towards the crowd of immigrants he was in charge of.

William smiled as he patted the man on the back, "Well sounds great, welcome to South Africa and welcome to Pretoria, come along then, we have much to discuss, yes?"

"Ah yes of course" Alexander said. But before leaving with William he looked back towards the group. "As for them? I assume transport and accomodations will be arranged before they receive their property... or is that something they should take care of on an individual basis?" He asked, not wanting to leave the group of Avadrians stranded in a foreign country with no idea of what to do.

William quickly pointed to his assistant standing nearby, "The colonel there, he will make sure the people get where they need to go... Oh, yes, we need to sort them into families and then by desired occupation, families wishing to farm, families wishing to work in industry, enter into education, and such, have they decided what they want to do yet?"

ooc: Unlike the last guy, I don't speak Afrikaans.

100 (realized I could pack the immigrants much closer) TT-110 Cargo Ships arrived in Durban's harbor. Each cargo ship was holding 1000 white immigrants. The immigrants looked like they'd just endured the same sort of trip poor European immigrants coming to America in the late 1800s had to endure.

The immigrants had only their clothes on their backs, some even not that. Some had children, most didn't (military slave program).

Soldiers on board the ships threw a few corpses overboard.

A Pwnage representative with a clipboard (12 foot lizardman) waited for an official to come by to take the immigrants off his hands.
Meanwhile:

In Pretoria, 50 huge C100 Cargoplanes landed at the airports. They didn't use the entire airport and they didn't use entire runways either , as they all had VTOL assist. This load of immigrants were the ones who had enough assets left over (after the Pwnage government took $500,000 for their own purposes) to buy a plane ticket over.

Alexander nodded. "I believe most do have an idea... However it will be difficult to sort them into families at the time, because many of them have been split up for the trip here. We used a raffle system to decide, each individual got their own ticket, except the children of course stayed with their mothers." He explained to William. "If I was told correctly, we are running an almost constant circut of airplanes from Avadria to South Africa so we figure that everyone should be together within the next five days." Alexander added.

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Meanwhile, the crowd was growing anxious. Many of the people were looking over at the two men talking, wondering what exactly was taking so long. However others, such as Mr. Anderlend, were on their phones talking to family still waiting to arrive. Hans Anderlend was looking out at the tarmac while he talked to his wife. Their three year old son and her would be arriving in three days.

Alexander nodded. "I believe most do have an idea... However it will be difficult to sort them into families at the time, because many of them have been split up for the trip here. We used a raffle system to decide, each individual got their own ticket, except the children of course stayed with their mothers." He explained to William. "If I was told correctly, we are running an almost constant circut of airplanes from Avadria to South Africa so we figure that everyone should be together within the next five days." Alexander added.

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Meanwhile, the crowd was growing anxious. Many of the people were looking over at the two men talking, wondering what exactly was taking so long. However others, such as Mr. Anderlend, were on their phones talking to family still waiting to arrive. Hans Anderlend was looking out at the tarmac while he talked to his wife. Their three year old son and her would be arriving in three days.


He shook his head, "No, no, no, that system won't work, we don't want people assigned jobs like this is some sort of Soviet system, we want them to do what they are good at... Get rid of raffle systems, we'll figure things out for ourselves, just get the people here..."

Alexander looked at William with a rather surprised look. "No no no, the raffle system was for transport only. I can assure you that each of the people coming here was employed while living in Avadria and certainly will seek a similar job in South Africa. We're leaving jobs up to the people themselves." He said with a chuckle looking back on the simple misunderstanding. "Just please in future refrain from comparing us to communists" Alexander added with a laugh.

Alexander looked at William with a rather surprised look. "No no no, the raffle system was for transport only. I can assure you that each of the people coming here was employed while living in Avadria and certainly will seek a similar job in South Africa. We're leaving jobs up to the people themselves." He said with a chuckle looking back on the simple misunderstanding. "Just please in future refrain from comparing us to communists" Alexander added with a laugh.


William felt like an idiot for jumping to the assumption, and was quick to apologize, "I'm so sorry, I just wasn't thinking properly, please forgive me, yes communists are awful, aren't they?"

"It's perfectly fine and I would have to agree with you on communists. Terrible people really..." He said shaking his head. "Thankfully most of the world seems to acknowledge the fact that they can barely run their own governments" Alexander said chuckling.

He smiled, happy the man didn't take offense to his recent remarks, "Ah, yes, the world can be rather stupid though at times, with their constant condemnations of our nation, you know what I mean, yes?"

Alexander nodded. "Thankfully though nations like ours won't stand for such blatant idiocy and simplemindedless..." He said, then looked back over at the anxious group. "Anyways, I'm certain we can discuss the problems with communism all day, but I believe there are more important tasks at hand" Alexander said, motioning towards the group.

William nodded his head, the man was quite correct, "Ah, yes, of course. We have arranged for them to be taken to their new homes and farms via bus and some via train. This is acceptable to you, yes?"

Alexander nodded "I'm certain that will be fine." He said to William. "If you will excuse me for a moment." Alexander said before turning away from William and walking over towards the crowd.

He cleared his throat, getting the attention of the people. Then he addressed the group in Avadrian. "Net sug at lous bagdan sug gepak. Bake lousan do kastoums unt emigratzion. Sug vous bake lousan do sug houm faz onatlekal unt klatte." Alexander said, the group listening intently. Then he turned away and headed back over to William. The group of Avadrians then headed over to retreive their luggage.

"Mister Fabus, I'm certain the others were wondering when their money will be distributed to them, as promised by the deal. As well I was wondering when the firearms that were said to be supplied will be distributed. From what I've heard South Africa can have its problems..." He said, making a reference to the conflicts that have sparked in the region.

The Lizardman at Durban kept waiting. Damn, the Port Authority here must be quite slow.

Meanwhile, at Pretoria, the immigrants on the planes waited at the airport for someone to come pick them up. That and the pilots and guards on the planes would shoot them if they tried to get back on.

The Lizardman at Durban kept waiting. Damn, the Port Authority here must be quite slow.

Meanwhile, at Pretoria, the immigrants on the planes waited at the airport to pay off the Mississippians.


Ooc- It's been made clear, we pay them to come, we don't take their money. Please edit your posts, and then I'll reply.

Alexander nodded "I'm certain that will be fine." He said to William. "If you will excuse me for a moment." Alexander said before turning away from William and walking over towards the crowd.

He cleared his throat, getting the attention of the people. Then he addressed the group in Avadrian. "Net sug at lous bagdan sug gepak. Bake lousan do kastoums unt emigratzion. Sug vous bake lousan do sug houm faz onatlekal unt klatte." Alexander said, the group listening intently. Then he turned away and headed back over to William. The group of Avadrians then headed over to retreive their luggage.

"Mister Fabus, I'm certain the others were wondering when their money will be distributed to them, as promised by the deal. As well I was wondering when the firearms that were said to be supplied will be distributed. From what I've heard South Africa can have its problems..." He said, making a reference to the conflicts that have sparked in the region.



William pointed to some Commonwealth marines who were bringing in wooden crates, long wooden crates, each must have weighed two or three hundred pounds. They were each carried by two, and in some instances three marines. The cases were opened and inside lay M-14B and G-3 rifles, and plenty of boxes of 7.62mm NATO ammunition, and magazines to go along with the rifles.

ooc: edited and bump!

ooc: Unlike the last guy, I don't speak Afrikaans.

100 (realized I could pack the immigrants much closer) TT-110 Cargo Ships arrived in Durban's harbor. Each cargo ship was holding 1000 white immigrants. The immigrants looked like they'd just endured the same sort of trip poor European immigrants coming to America in the late 1800s had to endure.

The immigrants had only their clothes on their backs, some even not that. Some had children, most didn't (military slave program).

Soldiers on board the ships threw a few corpses overboard.

A Pwnage representative with a clipboard (12 foot lizardman) waited for an official to come by to take the immigrants off his hands.
Meanwhile:

In Pretoria, 50 huge C100 Cargoplanes landed at the airports. They didn't use the entire airport and they didn't use entire runways either , as they all had VTOL assist. This load of immigrants were the ones who had enough assets left over (after the Pwnage government took $500,000 for their own purposes) to buy a plane ticket over.



A South African Commonwealth officer came up to the man, smiling as he said,
"Verwelkoomt, naar Zuid-afrika, vertelt mij, hoe de vlucht is gegaan? Vertrouw ik dat het goed ging, ja"?

The Lizardman didn't even speak English... Whoops, so much for easy communication, he desperately punched his response into a phrase translator.

It came out as (translate the Afrikaans for yourself): "Ok, these are a load of immigrants, they're all yours."

William pointed to some Commonwealth marines who were bringing in wooden crates, long wooden crates, each must have weighed two or three hundred pounds. They were each carried by two, and in some instances three marines. The cases were opened and inside lay M-14B and G-3 rifles, and plenty of boxes of 7.62mm NATO ammunition, and magazines to go along with the rifles.

Alexander was surprised when he saw the crates being carried in. It certianly did seem like alot but then again they would be supplying well over one-hundred thousand families with weapons. "So are they going to distribute the weapons here?" He asked, rather surprised with the idea of doing it in such a sensative environment.

Alexander was surprised when he saw the crates being carried in. It certianly did seem like alot but then again they would be supplying well over one-hundred thousand families with weapons. "So are they going to distribute the weapons here?" He asked, rather surprised with the idea of doing it in such a sensative environment.



William grinned, "Why what better place to distribute weapons than in an airport, we do it daily if we catch folks trying to board planes without guns."

The Lizardman didn't even speak English... Whoops, so much for easy communication, he desperately punched his response into a phrase translator.

It came out as (translate the Afrikaans for yourself): "Ok, these are a load of immigrants, they're all yours."



The man nodded his head and waved them over towards the doors that would lead out and to awaiting buses.

The Immigrants trudged along to the buses, the ships departed with all haste. The captain didn't find any Mississippian territory to his tastes.

Meanwhile, at the airport, the immigrants in the planes were shoved off at gunpoint and herded by Skorpion Raiders into the terminal. Anyone trying to get back in the planes would be shot. Repeatedly.

William grinned, "Why what better place to distribute weapons than in an airport, we do it daily if we catch folks trying to board planes without guns."

Alexander stood there in a great deal of shock when William mentioned that fact. "Why in the world would you insist on people having a weapon when they fly, let alone give them weapons to take on the plane?" He asked, assuming it was more of a cultural issue, but one he was none the less curious about.

Alexander stood there in a great deal of shock when William mentioned that fact. "Why in the world would you insist on people having a weapon when they fly, let alone give them weapons to take on the plane?" He asked, assuming it was more of a cultural issue, but one he was none the less curious about.


William sighed, "Security ole boy, why security of course. What else? We trust and count on our citizens to stop any possible hijackings on the planes, although we normally make sure they are using low velocity ammunition so it doesn't cause a breach and depressurize the cabin. Also we seldom let them take RPGs onto planes."

"Ah... yes..." He said simply to humor the man. Alexander didn't see firearms on the planes as a source of preventing a highjacking, but then again it was probably he background. "Well on all of our flights, we have our Londpolzei, or Sky Police if you will, on duty. Usually one on domestics and two or three for international flights." He said, briefly explaining the Avadrian system. "But no firearms on the planes..." Alexander added.

"Ah... yes..." He said simply to humor the man. Alexander didn't see firearms on the planes as a source of preventing a highjacking, but then again it was probably he background. "Well on all of our flights, we have our Londpolzei, or Sky Police if you will, on duty. Usually one on domestics and two or three for international flights." He said, briefly explaining the Avadrian system. "But no firearms on the planes..." Alexander added.


William could sense the man was confused or at least unfamiliar with Mississippian security, but he'd learn eventually, probably. William shook his head, "Well you see, we usually have half a dozen or so DIS hired private security on each international flight."

He nodded. "Ah, so the DIS is a police organization of some sort?" Alexander asked, unfamiliar with the acronym. He then got back on the topic of their unorthodox security measures. "So why exactly do you even allow firearms on the flights? I mean... how exactly would it prevent a highjacking?" Alexander asked, knowing he might be able to answer it in some regards, but it seemed a rather radical way to solve the problem.

He nodded. "Ah, so the DIS is a police organization of some sort?" Alexander asked, unfamiliar with the acronym. He then got back on the topic of their unorthodox security measures. "So why exactly do you even allow firearms on the flights? I mean... how exactly would it prevent a highjacking?" Alexander asked, knowing he might be able to answer it in some regards, but it seemed a rather radical way to solve the problem.


William grinned, "Ah, the DIS is the Department of Internal Security, based in a command center in a rural area near Biloxi, well that is where they Command Building from DIS overall is. The DISFB and DISDB each have their own headquarters. Anyway, the Foreign Branch and Domestic Branch handle various specifics and certain activities that are often classified. The DIS coordinates all intelligence activities that deal with national security. Anyway, the guns on the planes, think about it, you're some loony with a pistol, are you going to pull it out and shout "Hijacking!" if there are over a hundred folks on the plane with their own guns?"

Alexander laughed, William stating exactly what he was thinking. "I suppose you have a point there..." He shook his head, a grin still gracing his face. "It all works in the end I suppose, we just have different ways of accomplishing it." Alexander added.

He looked over towards the line of Avadrians who had now collected their bags and were going through customs. "So, how long is the naturalization process for your nation?" Alexander asked William.

Alexander laughed, William stating exactly what he was thinking. "I suppose you have a point there..." He shook his head, a grin still gracing his face. "It all works in the end I suppose, we just have different ways of accomplishing it." Alexander added.

He looked over towards the line of Avadrians who had now collected their bags and were going through customs. "So, how long is the naturalization process for your nation?" Alexander asked William.


William shrugged, not sure how to put it, "Oh, they're already citizens, pending official confirmation of their loyalties to the Czar and his decrees. Basically, they're citizens within a week or two at the most."

Again another surprising fact was unveilied to Alexander. The system was much, much different back home. "That's... that's surprisingly quick..." He said with a surprised laugh. "Anyways, I'm certain they'll be glad to settle down here..." Alexander said looking back to the group. He couldn't help but have sympathy for the people, many of them former prisoners from the Avadrian Re-education camps that were deemed too difficult to change.

Again another surprising fact was unveilied to Alexander. The system was much, much different back home. "That's... that's surprisingly quick..." He said with a surprised laugh. "Anyways, I'm certain they'll be glad to settle down here..." Alexander said looking back to the group. He couldn't help but have sympathy for the people, many of them former prisoners from the Avadrian Re-education camps that were deemed too difficult to change.


William smiled, it was indeed quick, "Yes, you're very correct, we don't like to hassle people with delays that are pointless."

"Still... How do you know if they're truly loyal?" He asked, curious on that matter. "I mean if you were to immigrate to Avadria, it would take at least six-months, a test, then a pledge, before you're even put on a sort of probationary period..." Alexander explained. "And at that point your restricted to living the immigrant towns along the coast... But after a year or two when you're a full fledged citizen, then you're free to live where ever." He said.

"Still... How do you know if they're truly loyal?" He asked, curious on that matter. "I mean if you were to immigrate to Avadria, it would take at least six-months, a test, then a pledge, before you're even put on a sort of probationary period..." Alexander explained. "And at that point your restricted to living the immigrant towns along the coast... But after a year or two when you're a full fledged citizen, then you're free to live where ever." He said.


He smiled, "Oh, how can we tell? You'd have to ask the Department of Thought Police about that, they have the brain wave scanners..."

Alexander quirked an eyebrow. "Brain scanners?" He thought to himself, the idea sounding utterly rediculous. The only thing he could see using would be an MRI or something of the sort to see how the subjects brain would react to questions. But the way William worded it, it sounding like something out of science fiction, not to mention the fact that they were called 'Thought Police.' Alexander had a nagging feeling in his head that he had heard that term somewhere before. However he simply ignored it for the time being.

"Brain scanners..." He repeated, this time aloud. Alexander let the word hang on his tounge before moving on. "So do they actually work?" He asked William. "Or are they more of a psychological intimidation thing?" Alexander added, tacking on another part to the question.

Alexander quirked an eyebrow. "Brain scanners?" He thought to himself, the idea sounding utterly rediculous. The only thing he could see using would be an MRI or something of the sort to see how the subjects brain would react to questions. But the way William worded it, it sounding like something out of science fiction, not to mention the fact that they were called 'Thought Police.' Alexander had a nagging feeling in his head that he had heard that term somewhere before. However he simply ignored it for the time being.

"Brain scanners..." He repeated, this time aloud. Alexander let the word hang on his tounge before moving on. "So do they actually work?" He asked William. "Or are they more of a psychological intimidation thing?" Alexander added, tacking on another part to the question.


William was a bit insulted, the man was insinuating that Mississippians would waste money on machines that did nothing. But he kept his opinions on that issue to himself and politely answered the man's questions, "Oh of course they work, and how you might ask? Well I only know the basics, the brain waves are quite obvious when you're lying, this reads the waves..."

"How big are they?" He asked, making motions for various sizes with his hands. "I mean we would use an MRI machine under the same principles, but they're obviously big and you can only really use it on high profile criminals" Alexander explained.

"How big are they?" He asked, making motions for various sizes with his hands. "I mean we would use an MRI machine under the same principles, but they're obviously big and you can only really use it on high profile criminals" Alexander explained.


Fabus yawned a bit, covering his mouth as he did so, he was tired, both physically and of this man asking him dozens of questions about matters other than the topics at hand (the immigrants). But he was too polite and well-mannered to refuse to answer some questions, or to just run-off claiming to be tired, he knew this was as much a meeting of diplomacy as it was official business. It may help improve relations with Avadria.


He smiled as he said, "Oh would you like to see one? I could even arrange for you to see them use one on somebody, it's quite painless, I'd even let them use one on me."

The Pwnage immigrants in the terminal waited for William to finish with the Avadrian. William was taking a VERY long time. Meanwhile, the Skorpion officer that was supposed to handle everything was getting bored as hell.

The Avadrian was really a quite a talkative man.

The Pwnage immigrants in the terminal waited for William to finish with the Avadrian. William was taking a VERY long time. Meanwhile, the Skorpion officer that was supposed to handle everything was getting bored as hell.

Suddenly, one the Pwnage immigrants saw the G3s and M14s in the crates. He snuck around to the crates, eager to get revenge on the hated Skorpions. Seizing a G3 in his hands in his hands (ooc: I'll assume they have at least 1 Clip in them) he chambered a round and screamed "DEATH TO COMMIE LIZARDS AND THEIR SLANT EYED BITCHES!" as he shot wildly at the Skorpions guarding the immigrants.

The Skorpion Officer, (Lizard/human hybrid) taking a 7.62mm bullet to the chest (the bullet disintegrated on impact with his armor) whipped out his L22 Pistol from his holster and put 2 10x32mm rounds through the immigrant's head, one through each eye, splattering his brains over the marines guarding the crates.


Ooc- First of all, your soldiers do NOT have weapons, we dont' let anybody, especially communists, into our nation with weapons. Secondly, the magazines are not loaded, (who transports loaded guns for untrained civilians? that's an accident waiting to happen). Thirdly, a 7.62mm MS AP NATO round is designed on the "SLAP" principle, it's basically a small Sabot round, it punches through light armored vehicles, some of the rounds there are AP, some are just Ball. My next question is how does he "sneak" to a crate in the center of the terminal with dozens of marines around it.

ooc: crap, i'll redo that one then.

The Pwnage immigrants in the terminal waited for William to finish with the Avadrian. William was taking a VERY long time. Meanwhile, the Skorpion officer that was supposed to handle everything was getting bored as hell.

The Avadrian was really a quite a talkative man.


William turned and walked over to the officer, after he had politely asked the Avadrian to excuse him for a few minutes. He sighed as he looked at the Lizard, it was a freak and he didn't like it, but he quickly forced a smile before saying, "Welcome to South Africa, are all the people here?"

The Skorpion officer nodded.

"Yes, they are all here, most of them arrived in Durban earlier today by ship. This load, well, they were more willing than the ones on the ship, let's just say that."

Fabus yawned a bit, covering his mouth as he did so, he was tired, both physically and of this man asking him dozens of questions about matters other than the topics at hand (the immigrants). But he was too polite and well-mannered to refuse to answer some questions, or to just run-off claiming to be tired, he knew this was as much a meeting of diplomacy as it was official business. It may help improve relations with Avadria.


He smiled as he said, "Oh would you like to see one? I could even arrange for you to see them use one on somebody, it's quite painless, I'd even let them use one on me."

Alexander nodded with a smile. It was an interesting piece of technology he may just want to see at some point during his stay. "If you have the time..." Just then William had excused Alexander, in a perfectly acceptable fashion, to go attend other matters.

The Avadrian watched William walk away, curious as to where he was headed, however he then spotted something he shouldn't have missed. Standing in part of the terminal was a large, lizard like, creature. Something that truly repulsed him. "That thing belongs in a lab..." He muttered before walking away to take a seat on one of the benches.

Meanwhile the last of the Avadrian's were filing through Customs and they began to gather at the front of the airport. Hans Anderlend pulled his large suitcase behind him. Sitting atop it was a large bag, filled to its breaking point with various items from his home. The Anderlends, like the majority of the immigrants, liquidated all of their assets so they could start fresh (and with a nice sum of money) in South Africa.

Hans stopped with the rest of crowd near the front. No one was exactly certain where to go. Prast, who was supposed to be guiding and helping them throughout the whole affair wasn't anywhere in sight, and no one knew exactly which bus or train to take, and who was supposed to go on which. So for the time being they would just wait, as awkward as it was for the group of several hundred Avadrians.

Alexander nodded with a smile. It was an interesting piece of technology he may just want to see at some point during his stay. "If you have the time..." Just then William had excused Alexander, in a perfectly acceptable fashion, to go attend other matters.

The Avadrian watched William walk away, curious as to where he was headed, however he then spotted something he shouldn't have missed. Standing in part of the terminal was a large, lizard like, creature. Something that truly repulsed him. "That thing belongs in a lab..." He muttered before walking away to take a seat on one of the benches.

Meanwhile the last of the Avadrian's were filing through Customs and they began to gather at the front of the airport. Hans Anderlend pulled his large suitcase behind him. Sitting atop it was a large bag, filled to its breaking point with various items from his home. The Anderlends, like the majority of the immigrants, liquidated all of their assets so they could start fresh (and with a nice sum of money) in South Africa.

Hans stopped with the rest of crowd near the front. No one was exactly certain where to go. Prast, who was supposed to be guiding and helping them throughout the whole affair wasn't anywhere in sight, and no one knew exactly which bus or train to take, and who was supposed to go on which. So for the time being they would just wait, as awkward as it was for the group of several hundred Avadrians.

A large group of Angolan Mississippian whites who had fled Angola in 2004 July, when it collapsed, and moved to South Africa, dubbed, "Angolippians" were gathered at the airport, they were holding up signs, reading, "Go Back to Avadria" and, "South Africa for Mississippians, Avadria for Avadrians", some were chanting, "The country is full! The country is full!"

It was basically a typical anti-immigration gathering. Most all of the folks present were in uniforms of some sort or another as most were Commonwealth soldiers, police, or paramilitaries. Not a single one was without at least a pistol, most had rifles.

One of the men shouted through a bullhorn, "Go back to Avadria you atheist bastards!"

The Avadrians looked amongst each other obviously very nervous about the entire situation. Murmers spread through the crowd as others looked towards the crowd, no one however was speaking up although many wanted to. The South Africans obviously didn't understand the situation of the people.

Hans stood up on the balls of his feet, looking above the heads of the others in an attempt to see the group. He was surprised and frightened to see that most were in uniform and with weapons, presumably they were the people that should be protecting them not intimidating them.

A large group of men arrived from a side entrance to the terminal, most all wearing white robes and hoods, cradling various weapons in their arms, one had an M-249, another had an M-60, they were shouting, "South Africa for Mississippians, foreign swine go home!"

William walked back to Alexander, nervously whispering when he got close, "Perhaps we should have the folks move on to the buses and get out of here? I'll go talk to the leader of the crowd."


As he was moving to do that, two platoons from the SRG company assigned to duty at the airport to protect him, made their entry into the airport and put themselves between the Avadrians and the two growing mobs.

The Avadrians attention was quickly drawn to the newcomers, the sense of being surrounded quickly swept over them. Any child that was on the outer ring of people was forced towards the center by their parents, not wanting anything to happen to them if something did go wrong.

Then another group arrived, causing even more fear to run through the crowd. But this group wasn't chanting slogans or shouting for them to go home, instead they placed themselves between the immigrants and the unruly mob. To everyone's relief it seemed that the real protectors had arrived.

As well, Alexander came running onto the scene, shouting for them to remain calm. "Draenen stilen keban fad hevalk!" He shouted to the group of Avadrians. "Vet at lousan do daet onatlekal!" Alexander shouted, waving his arm in the direction he was going. He sincerely hoped that the buses were ready and waiting outside.

When the WKM and the Commonwealth soldiers saw the SRG had arrived, they grumbled a few curses and turned and left.


Outside, the other two platoons of SRG had formed a perimeter around where the first of the buses were parked and waiting.


There were more protestors outside, at least twenty thousand, crowding around the entire airport. Their faces revealed a bitter hatred and resentment, their signs varied from "500,000 a piece for this trash?", to "I've lived here all my life and never got a dime!", to "Now swim back!"


Suddenly in unison, the people started chanting, "Now swim back!" it was a deafening roar that drowned out the sounds of the planes flying overhead and of the buses idling.

The Commonwealth South African economy hadn't been doing as good as it was a few months ago and people were resentful of foreigners arriving and being given houses and money, and above all, jobs. Although there was no real job shortage, only temporary problems until the construction on the new city, Alice, could be worked out with the contractors.

The chants, at first foreign to their ears (but no doubt carrying immense negative sentiment) were quickly interpreted by one of the more scholarly Avadrians in the group and the message of what was being said again spread quickly through the crowd. The people were quick to board the buses in a hope to escape the crowds outside, however even in the shelter of the buses, the deafening roar of the crowd could be heard outside.

Many of the people, mostly mothers, alone or with their children in the country until their husbands would arrive, broke down in tears. The weight of the reality of their situation coming down on them. The thoughts and hopes of a warm reception shattered now that they saw the full amount of people who opposed their arrival. As well the intimidation of raising a family in an environment that was so hostile towards them only made matters worse.

There was a large group, about four or five thousand, all white, most of whom had lived in South Africa since before Mississippi took over, they were holding signs most of which read, "Welcome to South Africa", they weren't sure if the newly arriving immigrants would understand Afrikaans, so they wrote them in English.

They saw the new arrivals as a boost in the demographics war they had been losing for decades, even with the new arrivals, the number of Afrikaans speaking whites was still going to be outnumbered by blacks and white non-Afrikaans speakers.

But they were looking forward to having the new immigrants learn Afrikaans and many saw them as potential converts to the Dutch Reformed Church. They were even more excited when they heard they were Avadrians, and not more Mississippians, most of whom are descended from the English who they still really didn't like or trust.



The anti-Avadrians continued yelling, as loud as ever, and then suddenly they started throwing bottles and bricks against the buses. Without warning they had begun to vent their rage over the economy against the buses containing the immigrants.

The SRG was quick to respond, with Mi-24 helicopters arriving and taking up positions above the crowds, hovering with their weapons ready.

The platoons of SRG infantry on the ground began firing volleys from their rifles into the air over the heads of the crowds. While armed, none in the crowds wanted to pick a fight with the SRG, even though there were over 20,000 in the crowd and less than 150 SRG. The crowds broke into small bands and the people ran in any and all directions, as fast as they could, away from the airport.

Despite the shouting that still continued to flood the air, many of the immigrants were beginning to notice the presence of several thousand, very brave, people who were indeed welcoming them to South Africa. The fact that they were at least welcome in country by a group of people helped boost the spirits of nearly everyone in the group.

However the sound of bottles smashing and bricks thudding against the side of the bus drew everyones attention back to commotion centered around their arrival. Many of the people began to move towards the aisle for the fear of bricks breaking through the windows. Then the sound of gunfire was met with a series of screams from some of the much more panicked people in the buses. However in several moments it became clear that it was again their protectors, the SRG, that had saved them from the mob. A collective sigh of relief seemed to issue from the buses at the sight of the crowd dispersing.

On each bus, a CIC operative stepped up at the front and asked the same thing, "Who here is not with their full family that is coming? Who here has relatives yet to arrive, please raise your hand."



William walked back over to Alexander, in the terminal, and said, "Hmmm, want to go get a drink, it seems things are rather quiet, I'd give it a few months before everybody shuts up and starts accepting your people here. Times have been tough, the economy bad, they don't see why we need more people here. But you see, it's like this, we need more whites, and less non-whites, you know what I mean? So this program is great for our purposes."

Although it varied from vehicle to vehicle, at least a quarter of the people on each bus raised their hands in response to the operative's query.

Alexander nodded eagerly to answer William. "That's exactly what I need..." He said, obviously stressed by the whole situation that had erupted. Alexander listened to William give his reasons but he was still rather perplexed. "But why were they intimidating them like that? I mean everyone of the immigrants are white and I can guarantee that probably ninety-nine percent of them are Christians..." He said, throwing his hands up to suggest his hopless attempt to figure it out.

"Still... I couldn't help but notice the smaller group... the one that was actually welcoming them..." Alexander said, obviously referring to the other group of whites. "What was the deal with that?" He asked.

William sighed, "Oh, they think Avadria is an atheist state since you're not militantly religious as we are."


He shook his head, "Those were Boers, they seem to be distrustful of Mississippians, we're all descended from the English, they hate the English, still animosity over the Anglo-Boer War and then more recently, the failed English invasion attempt of South Africa in the mid 80s. Anyway, I don't know why the Boers distrust us, I've been speaking Dutch in public speeches, doing my best to learn Afrikaans, I've converted to Dutch Reformed, I mean we saved them from the ANC. I guess they were just hoping we'd let them have their own governments rather than running things for them."


He sighed again, sweeping his hand out as though he was making an "search me" gesture, "I don't know why things are the way they are here. I'd give it a few years before all the folks stop bickering about who is what nationality and they get along with true racial loyalty. Of course I plan to make English and Afrikaans the official languages, to be taught in all schools, we have to speak English because it's our Federal language and well, you know, Afrikaans, it's their language, and we're here and should respect that."

Alexander couldn't help but grin when William mentioned what they thought of Avadria. "Well... to be honest we are an athiest state, although an extreme minority of the population still practices religion although illegally. So most of the immigrants were either pulled from the re-education camps or came out and admitted their beliefs... so we figured it's the best thing to send off a good amount here." He explained, pointing down on his final word.

"As for me... I'm here to help them ease-no, survive, their transfer into South Africa..." Alexander said. "Still though, it is good to know that they at least have some friendly people on their side here..." He said, not only referring to the Boers, but also William and the SRG.

Alexander then listened as William talked about the Boers and the problems that had set in between the English and the Boer population. He was surprised at the lengths William had taken to please the Boer populace, but could see reprocussions coming from the Mississippian part of the population as a result of those actions.

Alexander nodded when William finished, noting that they should respect the language of the native people. The gesture of making Afrikaans an official language certainly did seem like an exceptional idea, however he couldn't help but wonder how the crowd that came to 'greet' the Avadrians might react to such a law being passed.

"Aren't you worried about retaliation from... from those people?" He asked, gesturing to where the mob was standing earlier.

He nearly laughed, "I'm the brother of the Czar, they won't hurt me, they'll do as they're told..."

He frowned a bit, knowing they didn't always do what they were told, "Today, I think they were just blowing off some steam, give them some time, they'll get over it and get on with their lives. Afrikaans is a fine language and it's certainly worthy to be on equal standing with English."


William walked forward with Alexander to the airport pilot's bar, where pilots who were off-duty went to have a glass of brandy or wine, and a cigar. He walked up to the the door and was immediately told, "Sorry sir, pilots only..." When the man at the door realized it was William Fabus and opened the door for him and his guest, Alexander.


The two men walked into the bar, the entire place was filled with cigar smoke, it hung around in the air as the pilots, all white males, sat in their chairs swirling their glasses of brandy. Most of the men appeared to be Mississippians or Mississippikaners (Mississippian Egyptian white, second generationers who speak Mississippikaans, heavily influenced by Afrikaans, Italian, and ME English, ME English being very distinct and different from MS English)

William patted Alexander on the back and said, "You'll like it here, let's get those drinks then, eh?"

He walked up to the bar, the man shook his head and said, "What ull it be for ya?" his accent clearly identified him as a man born in Western Egypt, who spoke only English.

William whispered to Alexander, "There were over two million Mississippian whites living in western Egypt since 1976, they left when the government collapsed and the communists took over. So there are many second generation folks from ME, this guy here is probably one of them."

William then turned back to him, "Oh yes sir, a brandy for me, and for my friend here? Hmmm..." He turned back to Alexander, waiting for him to say what he wanted.

Alexander chuckled as well when William flaunted his power over the people. "That's good to know..." He commented. "I'm certain they will get over though... unless of course they plan on being out here everyday to 'greet' each flight of immigrants. I mean we still have alot to go..." Alexander said with a laugh.

When they entered the bar, Alexander looked craned his neck to see if he could see the Avadrian pilots through the smoke. However they weren't anywhere in sight. He assumed they were fueling up and already preparing for the return trip.

Alexander couldn't help but notice the unusual accent the bartender had. He wasn't going to comment on it, but William was quick to explain things. Alexander drew his head back into a long nod when William explained the man's origin.

Then it was Alexander's time to order. Several possible drinks passed through his mind, but he ultimately decided to go along with William's choice. "I'll have a brandy too." He said in his own accented english.

William quickly downed his brandy after the man handed it to him. He had downed it before Alexander even got his glass.

As William took out a cigar, offering one to Alexander, the man placed the glass in front of him.


William nearly immediately suggested, "Alexander, may I call you Alexander? Would you like to go to a club in Pretoria, it's a sort of a club for nobles, the atmosphere might be better there, you could talk with some of the nobles about their military campaigns against the Xhosa here."

Alexander was surprised at the rate which William consumed his brandy. By the time his glass was back on the bar, Alexander's had just been handed to him. He took a fairly large drink from it, but nothing that would dare compete with William.

Alexander accepted the cigar, but didn't intend on smoking it at the time. Afterall he was still used to idea of just smoking them on special occassions. Then William suddenly began to speak, throwing Alexander off guard.

"Well, if were discussing business then it's Alexander, if not... just call me Alex." He suggested with a laugh. But then for the suggestion of going to 'nobles' club, wasn't something he was really certain about. "I'm not sure William... I'm not at all a noble" He said with a laugh. "And despite the uniform I just work with the ZKG, so I'm not much soldier." Alexander added. "Besides, this bar suits me just fine... despite the fact that I'm not a pilot" He said with a laugh.

((ZKG is the abbreviation for the Zabekaden Aledansk Gevast, or International Operations Service))

William downed another glass of brandy in the time Alexander had been talking. He smiled as he said, "Ah, you might enjoy this place, I could hook you up with some sister of a friend of mine, you might have a fun time... Anyway, there are some people who have concerns about the immigrants and what exactly their status here will be..."


While waiting for Alexander to reply, since he was sipping his drink, William downed yet another glass of brandy.

He just sat there, smoking his cigar and drinking when the cigar wasn't in his mouth and he wasn't talking.

Alexander set his glass down on the table and chuckled at William's suggestion, although he even felt himself go slightly red in the face, a rather unprofessional look, but one he couldn't help.

"Uh... sure, I'd be glad to answer any questions they might have" He said, agreeing to go to the club, but on a professional basis. Alexander didn't want to get involved in an international relationship, after all he had heard stories from some of the pilots on the trip over. As well he couldn't forget the Fallsburg incident that was on the news for several days adding another reason why he didn't want to get involved in some relationship away from home.

William nodded his head, saying, "Yeah, but hold on, I need a few more drinks..."

He downed two more glasses as fast as the man poured them, and then he stood up, patted Alexander hard on the back and said, "Great.... Let's go see who is there, shall we? I'll drive, unless you want to, or maybe my driver can drive... Hmmm."

Alexander quickly finished off his first and only glass before rising from his seat. He was still amazed at the speed of which Willaim consumed his drinks, hardly even giving himself a chance to enjoy them.

"Well... I'm not even from here and you probably shouldn't drive... so let's have your driver take us." Alexander said with a nervous laugh, not wanting William to drive after he downed that much Brandy.

William chuckled, almost a full laugh, "Hmmm, hehehe, okay, let's go then, and are you sure you don't want me to hook you up with a gal? Hey speaking of that, I've been told one of your countrymen is here with his wife, Norin Fallsburg, do you know that chap?

William staggered towards the door with Alexander by his side, he kept talking, "Apparently he is here at the Dieter Thaller estate that Dieter uses a few months each year now. It's a shame though, isn't it? He should be Norin Thaller, you know that? Thaller, it's a great and noble name. I've heard Dieter is going to offer to adopt Norin as an heir to part of the Thaller estate."

"I-I'm fine really" Alexander said refusing the offer. He still remembered what had happened to the man's house before he disappeared. Then he had reappered in Mississippi suddenly and married the woman he had met. All Alexander knew was that he wasn't looking for that kind of trouble. Besides he knew the culturally it probably would be difficult.

"I wasn't aware he was here though..." Alexander remarked, looking at William, uncertain if he would be able to make it to his car without at least falling over once. "Still, it's the man's last name, he she keep and his wife should take it, regardless of their descent" He said, giving his opinion on the matter.

William sighed as he stepped into the car, "No, no, no, Thaller is a much better family than Fallsburg, the world has heard of Thaller, who is this, Fallsburg? Man or not, their names should be the Thallers... Speaking of nobles, does your country have a concept of nobility?"

"Regardless though, Fallsburg is the husbands name, it should be kept, regardless of the families status." He said to William, again stressing his opinion. "As for my country, the only nobles are in the royal families. There are six families, including the Imperial one. They're the only nobles I suppose." Alexander explained.

William didn't want to get into an argument over a matter that neither of them was going to change their opinion on. He shook his head and said, "Well I guess that's just where we differ on the matter then eh? Well anyway, let's get moving..." He looked at the driver when he said that, before turning back to Alexander and saying, "And then we can go have a nice discussion with the nobles."



As the limousine pulled out of the airport, there was a massive anti-immigration protest right outside the airport, at least 400,000 people had gathered, most of them armed, all holding up signs that said something negative about immigrants, foreigners, particularly Avadria. One said read, "Let's nuke Avadria so they can be judged by God, the one they'll wish they'd have believed in, our God."


Another sign read, "Avadria, state sponsored atheism, USSR, state sponsored atheism, get the point?"

Yet another sign was just a picture of the Avadrian flag with a hammer and sickle super-imposed on it.

There were literally thousands of, "Now swim back" signs, and others signs of the leaders of Avadria with the words, "We don't want your atheists, understand, Comrade?" written on them.


Four entire brigades of the William Fabus SRG division, over ten thousand infantrymen and nearly five hundred tanks were amassed to keep the protestors away from the airport. There was a very visible "don't cross" line which happened to be the 16 lane highway separating the fields the protestors were gathered in from the entrance to the airport. Although they were already occupying 8 of the 16 lanes (8 going one way, thus shutting down traffic in one direction)

Although traffic was moving, but slowly, with traffic having been shifted onto 4 of the other 8 lanes not blocked.

Alexander also noticed there were literally hundreds of men in plain clothes walking around with small pads, taking down licenses plates of protestors, discretely snapping pictures with cameras, and many more were wearing hidden cameras to get live video feed back to vans nearby where they would identify who the trouble makers were.

Alexander nodded in agreement with William. They both knew it continuing the discussion wouldn't solve anything, not like there opinions mattered in the situation in the first place. Then as the car pulled out of the airport parking's parking structure, Alexander was met with another unwelcome surprise.

He looked out at the signs carried by the protestors and took a deep breath trying to keep his composure. Each word he read, each one insulting the Avadrian people and it's leaders caused a great deal of anger to build up inside of him.

He could stand the proposals to nuke Avadria and could even stomach the signs comparing them to the USSR, but when he saw the picture of the Avadrian flag with a hammer and sickle super-imposed on it he had reached his breaking point. Alexander slammed his fist against the seat of the car. He may not be an official representative of his country, but he wouldn't stand for someone defacing the flag of his nation, especially in such a manner, even though it was just a picture.

"That's it, stop the car!" He shouted, obviously angry. Alexander's hand found the handle to the door, ready to open it and step out onto the highway to confront the protestors. He figured traffic was slow enough that he could manage it.

William nodded his head, telling the driver, reluctantly though, "Stop..."


The car immediately came to a halt, right where it was. Cars behind them swerved and cars coming the other way had to swerve to avoid hitting those that had just swerved.

The end result was that while no cars hit each other, traffic was now such a mess because nobody had room to maneuver.

Alexander could care less about the cars behind them. He had seen his target. It was one of the men with the picture of the flag and the hammer and sickle super-imposed on it. He stepped out onto the road and swiftly walked towards the crowd, but still maintained a safe distance.

"How dare you deface my nations flag with that vile insignia!" Alexander shouted to one of the men.

The man immediately dropped the sign and rushed forward, it was clear he intended to attack him. He was shouting, "There's one of the communists now, let's get him!"

About a dozen others dropped their signs and rushed forward as well, following the first man's lead.

They had just cleared the freeway center divide and would be on him in less than ten seconds.

Alexander sneered when the man called him a communist. "I'm hardly a communist you uneducated pig!" He shouted, raising a fist towards the man. Despite the fact that there were at least a dozen of people rushing towards him, Alexander stood his ground. He wasn't going to give them the impression that Avadrian's were cowards.

Alexander's hand went towards the holster on his hip. He drew out his Beretta 92F and aimed it at the lead man, detirmined to stand his ground. Alexander knew that his potential action would not be well received by the armed mob, but he was going to defend himself and his country.

A nearby man with a G-3 rifle rasied it up to fire at Alexander, but before he could pull the trigger, an SRG officer had dropped the man down to the ground with a blast from a water cannon. The SRG opened fire with water cannons, tear gas, and hardened rubber bullets (designed to hurt a lot more, to get the message across more)

It was the first time the SRG had really attempted to put down a massed, armed, protest with less than lethal weaponry, they weren't sure exactly how to use the weapons, but they did their best.

People were very nervous, they didn't know what to do, if they fired on the SRG, the SRG would fire back.

William stepped onto the roof of the limousine and shouted through a bullhorn which had just been given to him by an SRG officer, "The Czar has told me over the phone, you are all to return to your homes. He will not stand for being disobeyed..."


The people, never wanting to question their Czar, immediately started to vacate the area.

Alexander heard the gunshot ring out but didn't take his eyes off the oncoming man. However the SRG opened up with non-lethal weapons and William's message from the Czar caused the mob to disperse. With a sigh of relief Alexander lowered his pistol and walked back to the car.

He opened the door and sat down on the chair, his pistol still in his hand and resting on his leg. "I'm sorry..." Alexander said, looking out the window. "But I had to..." He said.

William shook his head, "Don't worry, nothing too serious happened, eh? Now how about we get out of here?"

Alexander nodded. "Yes, that would be fine..." He said. After brief pause, Alexander returned his pistol to it's holster and sat back for the ride.

William sighed as he lit another cigar, "What a day this has been eh? I bet this makes the news around the world, although people have come to expect trouble when cultures clash, so does anybody really care anymore?"

Alexander nodded with a rather uneasy look. He didn't like the fact that it might be on the news. Chances are it would get passed to ANNC and then throughout the country. On his return he would either be at the best praised for his actions or at the worst arrested for misrepresenting Avadria. Chances are he would get the moderately bad punishment of losing his job with the ZKG.

"As a whole I don't think people care, but my boss certainly will..." He said with a sigh. "It'll either go well... or pretty bad for me when I head back... I'm really not certain though." Alexander then chuckled as a thought entered his mind. "I just hope they'll forget about it before I come back... after all I've got a month..."

William smacked him on the back in a soft and friendly manner, "I tell you what, do you want a job here in South Africa? I could get you one, I happen to know the governor!"

Alexander shook his head. "I'm fine with the ZKG for now, but if things don't work out I might just have to take you up on that" He said with a laugh, his statement a joke.

William had been curious about one thing, he had to ask it, "So tell me, if you don't mind my asking, why is your nation so non-religious?"

Alexander thought for a moment, it was really a question for someone higher up he supposed, but he knew what he was taught in school. "Well I suppose the main reason is that we look at man as being the creator. Everything from life, to medicine, to weapons, is all a creation of man. Of course for animals and plants, it is more of a matter of nature I suppose. But it has always been the governments posistion to stand against religion of any form. The only thing we worship I suppose, is the nation and the flag." He explained.

"All of the churches and other religious sights have been closed but not destroyed. Instead they're preserved as more of a museum of what went on in their. The actual practice of relgion in your own home was fine as long as you had a license and limited your group to ten people. That is until the attack several weeks ago. Car bomb killed fifty some odd people, including the Minister of Justice..." He said, recalling the events he saw live on the news. "Then they banned it all... People were arrested, thrown into re-education camps, and now a good chunk of them have ended up here." Alexander said.

William nodded his head, immediately saying, "I'd bet South Africa that it was your government that was behind that bombing... Governments always use terror as an excuse to take away the rights of legitimate citizens. They make an extremist movement up, do a few attacks, then everybody who could be a religious nut because they are religious to begin with, but are just normal folks, gets lumped into the category of extremist and persecuted. Tell me, who gained the most from the attack? Did the alleged zealots get anything other than their religion banned? The government had motive, opportunity, and probably did it..."

Alexander immediately dismissed the possibility of it being a government orchestrated attack. "It wasn't the government." He said bluntly. "It was religious extremists getting revenge. They attacked the sight of a public execution... each of the people declared Enemies of the Throne were fairly important religious activists in the country... Once they were dead the van sped towards the execution sight... plowed into the crowd... then went off..." He said, replaying the events exactly as he had seen them on live TV.

"It was motivated by revenge and hatred for the Empire..." Alexander said, insisting that the government wasn't behind it. "They could've completely banned it whenever they wanted... they chose to be leinient but radicals broke the law, then killed the Minister of Justice, and now you can't even buy a bible." He said.

William grinned, "A so-called truck-bomb supposedly, in 1995, brought down the entire Ministry of Finance building, killing over 10,000 people. The building was over 70 stories tall and designed to withstand an aerial bombardment. As for the idea that governments don't perpetrate terror on their own people... Just ask yourself, who gained the most from that attack, and then from the attack in your nation? In my nation it was my government, in yours it was your government."


He sighed as he continued to talk, somewhat sure the response wouldn't be friendly, "I'm just trying to say that your government commits terror against their own people, it's not a new concept really, not at all."

The Pwnage immigrants moved out onto the buses. The brick throwers were thankfully gone. The Skorpions were gone too, having flown away. Now... on these buses, rode members of a certain family, a family by the name of Zeke.

The Zekes were of American origin. They moved to the sunny beaches, technologically advanced cities and pristine jungles of MassPwnage and brought a seaside villa there to escape the crime, poverty and minority peoples of America. Unfortunately, misinformation about MassPwnage abounded. Despite its stunning natural beauty, MassPwnage was not a good place to live, at least for the Zekes.

The people in their seaside immigrant community were nice, polite and most importantly, white. Well, initially. The community was unhappy with the MassPwnage government, and demanded reform. The immigrants wanted less taxes, more capitalism and the abolishment of slavery. The Great Leader Li respectfully ignored them, and to punish the immigrant community, he began to settle MassPwnage's Chinese and Lizard residents into a community that was exclusively white before. When other white communities protested, the Great Leader did the same thing.

Meanwhile, in the Zeke household, Bernice Zeke gave birth to a son, John. Since John was Bernice's first child, Pwnage authorities literally snatched the growing embryo from Berenice's womb, to be raised a slave soldier for MassPwnage's military. James Zeke (Bernice's husband) meanwhile, was severely beaten by a gang of hybrid and lizard youths. Law enforcement calmly looked the other way on instructions from the Central Government.
Meanwhile, the Zeke's two children, Peter and Amanda were forced to attend a government run school, which meant that they were increasingly forgetting their English and denying the Lord, Jesus Christ.

However, James and Berenice couldn't leave. James held down a good job as a frame design engineer for a state run Pwnage automobile company (they won't let anyone without proven loyalty touch the truely vital parts) and he wasn't sure he could get a job elsewheres. Well, the Pwnage government settled that issue for them. Following an attempted slave revolt by white slaves, the Skorpion Inquisitors, leading a mob of angry asians and lizards, beat and killed whites all over the country, stole whatever they could and smashed whatever they couldn't and generally created a modern day Krystallnacht in MassPwnage.

The next day, the Great Leader, instead of killing and executing all the whites, decided to deport them to Mississippian South Africa after hearing of their immigration program. Rapidly selling their assets for large amounts of cash (thus benefiting Pwnage coffers greatly), the Great Leader packed what he could onto planes and ships and sent them off.

Now, the Zekes were on this bus. They were fortunate to have a kind nation like Mississippi, very fortunate.

The Pwnage immigrants moved out onto the buses. The brick throwers were thankfully gone. The Skorpions were gone too, having flown away. Now... on these buses, rode members of a certain family, a family by the name of Zeke.

The Zekes were of American origin. They moved to the sunny beaches, technologically advanced cities and pristine jungles of MassPwnage and brought a seaside villa there to escape the crime, poverty and minority peoples of America. Unfortunately, misinformation about MassPwnage abounded. Despite its stunning natural beauty, MassPwnage was not a good place to live, at least for the Zekes.

The people in their seaside immigrant community were nice, polite and most importantly, white. Well, initially. The community was unhappy with the MassPwnage government, and demanded reform. The immigrants wanted less taxes, more capitalism and the abolishment of slavery. The Great Leader Li respectfully ignored them, and to punish the immigrant community, he began to settle MassPwnage's Chinese and Lizard residents into a community that was exclusively white before. When other white communities protested, the Great Leader did the same thing.

Meanwhile, in the Zeke household, Bernice Zeke gave birth to a son, John. Since John was Bernice's first child, Pwnage authorities literally snatched the growing embryo from Berenice's womb, to be raised a slave soldier for MassPwnage's military. James Zeke (Bernice's husband) meanwhile, was severely beaten by a gang of hybrid and lizard youths. Law enforcement calmly looked the other way on instructions from the Central Government.
Meanwhile, the Zeke's two children, Peter and Amanda were forced to attend a government run school, which meant that they were increasingly forgetting their English and denying the Lord, Jesus Christ.

However, James and Berenice couldn't leave. James held down a good job as a frame design engineer for a state run Pwnage automobile company (they won't let anyone without proven loyalty touch the truely vital parts) and he wasn't sure he could get a job elsewheres. Well, the Pwnage government settled that issue for them. Following an attempted slave revolt by white slaves, the Skorpion Inquisitors, leading a mob of angry asians and lizards, beat and killed whites all over the country, stole whatever they could and smashed whatever they couldn't and generally created a modern day Krystallnacht in MassPwnage.

The next day, the Great Leader, instead of killing and executing all the whites, decided to deport them to Mississippian South Africa after hearing of their immigration program. Rapidly selling their assets for large amounts of cash (thus benefiting Pwnage coffers greatly), the Great Leader packed what he could onto planes and ships and sent them off.

Now, the Zekes were on this bus. They were fortunate to have a kind nation like Mississippi, very fortunate.


On each bus, there were CIC coordinators asking questions, they ranged from "Okay, who here has relatives that aren't here yet?" another question was, "Single women over 16 who are interested in meeting single white Christian males here, raise your hands..."

A few of the Pwnage immigrant women, whos husbands and boyfriends had been shot (or much, much worse) raised their hands, although some did so tentatively.

James Zeke spoke up.

"Sir, we were all rounded up and sent here in a bunch. I think I can safely say that everyone that the Pwnage government wanted here is here."

A few of the Pwnage immigrant women, whos husbands and boyfriends had been shot (or much, much worse) raised their hands, although some did so tentatively.

James Zeke spoke up.

"Sir, we were all rounded up and sent here in a bunch. I think I can safely say that everyone that the Pwnage government wanted here is here."


The men started to walk down the isles of the buses, taking down names and getting information on single women and single noblemen (William Fabus decreed that in South Africa, the only people who can marry an MS white woman, if they are foreign whites, have to be nobles)

Meanwhile, the immigrants gave out their information quickly. The men worth over 5 million (of the 25,000 that arrived on planes, around 1500 were worth over 5 million) gave their names out, hoping to find well.... **** (although they wouldn't say it out loud, out of decency).

William grinned, "A so-called truck-bomb supposedly, in 1995, brought down the entire Ministry of Finance building, killing over 10,000 people. The building was over 70 stories tall and designed to withstand an aerial bombardment. As for the idea that governments don't perpetrate terror on their own people... Just ask yourself, who gained the most from that attack, and then from the attack in your nation? In my nation it was my government, in yours it was your government."


He sighed as he continued to talk, somewhat sure the response wouldn't be friendly, "I'm just trying to say that your government commits terror against their own people, it's not a new concept really, not at all."

Alexander shook his head. "I'm positive it wasn't the government..." He said, still adamant in his position. "It was another anti-Royalist group or something... the government didn't gain much from it." Alexander said. "Private religious meetings were banned for two months and there were more police about... that's all." He said with a shrug. "I mean it didn't affect the majority... afterall only one or so percent of the population actually subscribes to some faith." Alexander added.

Secret IC:

Ten members of the JRVian National Front request entry to Mississippi. All are white, Christian, and male. Aged between 20 and 32. We thankyou.

- RS Lewis, President of the JRVian National Front Party

Alexander shook his head. "I'm positive it wasn't the government..." He said, still adamant in his position. "It was another anti-Royalist group or something... the government didn't gain much from it." Alexander said. "Private religious meetings were banned for two months and there were more police about... that's all." He said with a shrug. "I mean it didn't affect the majority... afterall only one or so percent of the population actually subscribes to some faith." Alexander added.



William wasn't in the mod for an argument, especially one that might make an international incident. He smiled and politely said, "Maybe you are right, maybe I am right, we may never know either way for sure, eh?"

After giving their information out, the Pwnage immigrants waited for what would come next.

William wasn't in the mod for an argument, especially one that might make an international incident. He smiled and politely said, "Maybe you are right, maybe I am right, we may never know either way for sure, eh?"

Alexander nodded but couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. "Again another thing we cannot seem to agree on" He said.

Alexander nodded but couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle. "Again another thing we cannot seem to agree on" He said.


William sighed, "Oh well, it's not really that big of a deal, is it? Nothing worth getting upset over, eh?"

"That I can agree on you with" He said, still grinning. Alexander then gently pressed the side his head against the window of the limo in order to get a look ahead of them. "About how much further do you think it is?" He asked, wondering when they would arrive.

William pointed down the road, "See that road there? Well we just take that road and it's six miles down the way..."

Alexander replied with a nod. He was trying to think of answers to any of the possible questions the nobles may indeed have for him when they arrived. After all he didn't want to be caught off guard by someone of high status.

Ooc- Sorry for the late reply, check TGs.


IC-


They arrived at the club, the road leading back into the woods was well-guarded, they had to be cleared through a large iron gate which had at least a dozen local police and Commonwealth soldiers stationed at it.

The gardens were arranged in a fashion so that from the air, the hedges would make the outine of the Mississippian Imperial Eagle, with the central part being the club building itself.

William smiled as he explained that fact to Alexander, "Did you know, from the air, the gardens make the outline of the Imperial Eagle?"

As they were talking and making light conversation, the limousine pulled up in front of the club and a valet stepped forward and opened the door so both Alexander and William could get out. William let Alexander exit first.

Alexander looked out the window at the security when they passed through the gate, he was fairly surprised by the numbers but assumed that it offered a good indication of the people inside.

As they continued past the gardens William informed Alexander of an interesting fact about the arrangement of the hedges. "Ah I did not know that..." He remarked as the car continued towards the club itself.

They continued to make small talk until they finally approached the building. The limousine pulled up and a valet promptly went forward to open the door on Alexander's side. He stepped out and nodded to the valet to express his thanks. The fact that he got out first made him uneasy as he was virtually helpless until William got out.

William quickly led the way into the club, walking by the front door guards as one of them moved to pull the door open for him.

They snapped to attention and saluted as he strode into the club, Alexander close behind him.


The first thing Alexander noticed was a large plaque on the wall, "Building donated by Dieter Thaller" next to which was a painting of a large owl.

There were statues of owls lining the first entrance hallway, the hallway that led back to where most of the men would be found at this hour, smoking their cigars before getting ready for dinner.

Alexander followed William, obviously noting the large collection of owl related artwork that was present. He continued to follow, not bothering to mention it for the time being. After all it was a minor detail that merely suggested that the owner must've had some sort of fascination with the bird.

"Afterall this place is in the middle of the woods... who knows." Alexander told himself. Then again he wasn't certain if he knew of any African Owls, of course he was hardly knowledgeble on the subject.

William led Alexander back into the smoking room, at least forty Commonwealth senators, all white males between 20 and 50, were sitting around very comfortably in their custom chairs and some reclined on couches. They were holding cigars in one hand and a glass of brandy in the other, each man was, without exception.


William looked to a servant who quickly offered Alexander a cigar and brandy.


One of the men, a younger senator called out, "How can we increase our profits in tobacco? We need to tap more into the youth market, I think we ought to have children's cartoons characters using more tobacco products, as it stands now, we only have about twelve uses per show..."

Alexander took the brandy as well as the cigar, but again didn't plan on smoking it. Afterall he didn't see what the special occassion was that prompted everyone to be smoking. He took a sip of his brandy before hearing the beginning of an interesting discussion.

The topic of tobacco sales came up, in particular the sale of the products to children. It was something Alexander certainly didn't agree with and didn't see the point. Afterall he was raised to believe that cigarrettes were for the poor and cigars were meant to be smoked on special occassions. And children, they just didn't smoke.

He shook his head, obviously not willing to speak up, but was curious as to what would develop out of the converstation.

One of the men started to laugh as he exhaled on his cigar, "Ah, cigarettes, they're for the young, the poor, the dumb, and then Africans, they'll buy anything! Hell, we could sell them poison and call it delicious food, and they'd go for it..."


Another man shook his head, starting to talk, "You know what, we could really increase revenues of alcohol and tobacco sales to minors if we got better advertising... Like say the Czar or Czarina, lighting up one of our cigars, or the Czarina, lying on the beach, bathing in the sun, with a bottle of our best wine nearby, eh?"


Another man sighed, "They'd never go for it, they just don't understand how the market works..."

Alexander couldn't help but smile to himself when he heard something say almost exactly what he was thinking. But the proposal made by another man was absolutely preposterous. The fact that they would be willing to sell out their leaders to feature them in advertisements was utterly ridiculous.

Alexander shook his head at that idea and took a drink from his glass.

One of the other men sitting with his legs propped up on a table, a 100,000 tailored suit on, shook his head and started to laugh. "You all ought to know what the real way to success is, put nicotine in chocolate bars... Put cocaine and opium and soda... We'll gain lifelong customers."

Alexander shook his head. The idea was ridiculous on so many levels. The candy probably wouldn't taste that great, the soda's certainly wouldn't, but it was their company and their people. Still Alexander couldn't believe the extent they were trying to go to in order to establish a strong customer base. His only conclusion was that their products were awful or their competitions were just a great deal better.

One of the men sighed, "We just can't let sales stagnate, we've increased by 15,000% since the close of the nineties, but we need to make more money... We only made a scant two trillion last year, tobacco needs to be marketed to a wider variety of folks..."

Another guy snapped his fingers, "Sell it to women, tell them it makes them more appealing and attractive, and it turns guys on, also tell them it settles the stomach during pregnancy!"

Alexander shook his head, there complete disregard towards the well being of their fellow countrymen was appalling.

"That's ridiculous..." He muttered before taking another drink of his brandy.

One of the men overheard his remark, he immediately turned to face him, somewhat outraged, but keeping a lid on the overt rage. He shook his head, "What did you just say? Boy..."

Alexander looked up at the man, rather surprised that he had heard him. He really didn't see the point of refering to him as 'boy' though, then again Alexander was probably the youngest man there.

"I said that was... ridiculous" Alexander said rather nervously before taking a drink. After all he could speak english but his accent was strong, so it was obvious that he wasn't from around here.

The man stood up and walked over towards him, he loomed over him, frowning as he asked, "You're not from around here, are you, boy? Where are you from, and who do you think you are to tell us in our own nation how to act? Do we go into wherever you're from and tell you how to live?"

Alexander looked up at the man. "I'm sorry... You're right it's not my place to question your decisions." He said, not wanting to have a problem while he was here. Alexander looked for William to give him support in these matters.

William shrugged a bit and quickly moved to stand between the two men. After he got between them, he smiled politely and said, "Surely gentlemen, a few minor disagreements over various beliefs is not cause enough to get into a fight or argument, yes?"

Alexander nodded, hoping that the man would agree.

The man didn't want to upset the governor, and he was right, there was no point getting upset over differences of opinion.

He sat back down and patted the seat next to him, saying to Alexander, in a cheerfully loud tone, "Here, take a seat!"

Alexander nodded and rather cautiously took a seat next to the man. With his free hand he straightened out his uniform to make him look more appropriate. Alexander's eyes scanned across the room trying to get a good feel for the makeup of the club members.

The man extended his hand to shake hands with Alexander, introducing himself as, "Otto Stahlecker, partner in the Stahlecker Munitions Company, and cousin of Hans Stahlecker, perhaps you've heard of him?"

Alexander shook the man's hand. "Yes I believe I have" He said with a nod.

"I'm Alexander Prast with the Avadrian Ministry of Foreign Affairs' International Operations Service." Alexander said before breaking the hand shake.

Otto smiled as he drank a gulp of brandy down and then said, "So tell me, what is it like in Avadria?"

Alexander shrugged. "Like the weather? The people? The government?" He asked not sure what context Otto's question was in.

Otto thought for a few seconds and then asked, "Why not tell me about it all, I mean give me a quick overview of your nation, if you would be so kind, please."

Alexander sighed, he had to think for a moment about how he would start things. After several moments he finally had an idea of what to say. "Hagon, Im nom ist Aleksander Prast. Im ast lod daet Empir aof Avadria." Alexander said introducing himself in Avadrian.

"Or in english..." He said, ready to give the simple translation. "Hello, my name is Alexander Prast. I am from the Empire of Avadria." Alexander said.

((A language note: 'I' is a 'ee' sound, 'O' is sort of an 'ou' sound, 'A' is a long 'A' like an 'ah.'))

The man was clearly intrigued by the language he was speaking, despite it's inherent inferiority to Afrikaans and even, yes, to English... But he had to know what it was, so he inquired, "Sir, what exactly is that language you speak? I mean what is it derived from?"

"The language is Avadrian... as for where it derives from I'm not exactly certain." Alexander said, uncertain on the exact history of his language. "I suppose it has roots in western languages such as German and English... but as I said, I'm really not certain." He explained.

Alexander then shifted in his seat feeling slightly more comfortable. However something felt odd where he was sitting. Then it occured to Alexander that he had his pocket 'Avadrian Do Afrikaans' dictionary in his pocket. He leaned to one side and produced the small dictionary.

"Here, you can have this" Alexander said, offering the dictionary to Otto.

Otto accepted the book, smiling as he said, "Thank you..."

After that, he just had to ask, "So tell me, you're from that nation where that Fallsburg character is from? Yes? My friend Dieter Thaller told me a bit about that boy, as did Gunther Thaller... Seems that he's a foreigner, shame, isn't it? You know, I mean other than that, he sounds like a good fellow."




Ooc- Speaking of that, it's your line in the Norin-Helga stuff. :D

Alexander nodded in response to Otto's question, however he was sick of being asked things about the man. Afterall he didn't see anything wrong with it and quite frankly it was old news. However he did hear about a potential ZKG investigation over the incident at the residence of Norin Fallsburg.

"I don't know much about it, but I don't see a problem with him being from Avadria. I mean it's not like he kidnapped her or anything" Alexander said.

Otto shook his head, "No, no, no, he seduced her... A fine upstanding young woman, seduced by some foreign atheist, you can of course, see how we are angry over this, yes?"

"You know what, I don't know what happened" Alexander said, fully ready to move on from the topic before it even started. "But quite frankly it is irrelevant to any matters at hand." He said flatly.

Otto nodded his head, "Yeah, I suppose you're right, if your men can't keep it in their pants, or if they can't get any Avadrian women to marry them, I guess the only thing left is they go for foreign women..."

A nearby man chimed in, "Yeah, just our bad luck they had to choose Mississippian women..."


Otto shook his head, "Now, now, let's try to be more polite, we have a guest from Avadria here..."


William smiled, a bit nervous again, he wanted to change the subject, "What say we all just have a drink, eh?"

Alexander took a deep breath trying to let what Otto said pass on by him. He held his temper and waited for the comments to finish before agreeing to a drink. Afterall he felt he would need quite a few before his time here was over.

"Please Gentlemen. I came here on buisness about the Avadrian Christians moving to South Africa. I was told that several of you had questions on this matter." Alexander said, wanting to get on the actual subject of his presence here.

William nodded his head, he did indeed have questions, "Yes indeed, I do have questions, I need to know, how many do you plan to send to us? We'd like at least ten million if we could get them..."

"I think the half million is all that is scheduled to come, I'm certain that others might be sent off, but their numbers would be less." Alexander replied, glad to get on subject. "As of right now we are sending a majority of the population through various re-education centers and those that are not up to par at the end may be sent off here if the deal is still open." He said.

William grinned, "Ah yes, perhaps you ought to stop wasting time brainwashing them and just send some folks here to South Africa, yes?"

OOC:You know what DA? I am not going to wait for a response to my telegram. If I cant join... than just ignore this post. Also... please forgive me if my names are horrible.

IC:A Unkown location in the Red Tide Capitol of Ariga.

A knock on the door, a slit in it came open to reveal two eyes staring at the man.
"Dah? Do you have a invintation?"

The man held up a paper with a white mushroom cloud on it. The slit slid shut and the door opened to reveal a man weaing a ski mask with a AEK-101 assualt rifle.

"Come on in... take the backroom."

The masked man said. The messnger stepped into a room teeming with lights. this was the nightclub section of the building. People danced, drank and talked. The messenger, a casual looking person, ignored it all. He walked past the band stage and through a door marked 'Club personnel only'.

He walked past the storehouse, past the staff room(where a couple of more men wearing ski-masks and carrying AEK-101s sat and watched TV), and into what seemed to be a deadend. Then he knocked, and the wall slid open to reveal a man wearing a buisness suit and carrying a G-36. The messenger handed a paper to the 'buisness' man. And then turned and left.

The 'buisness' man closed the secret door and walked to a group of 5 men chattering away. He dropped it on the table and the men stopped arguing. The one at the head of the table picked up and read the paper.

"Guys... it seems like the nation of Decisive Action is offering people to come to their colonies. I suggest we talk about the opportunities of this... Yorev? What is the buisness potential?"

Yoronov-the man sitting closest to the lead man-said, "The soil in one of these countries MUST be good for some planting... I hear they have legalised Tobacco inside the commonwealth... we MUST take advantage of this. Poleski... what do you think of it."

Poleski-the next man down- said, "The casino buisness varies city by city and county by county over there. However opening bars and nightclubs... MIGHT be beneficial. What do you say... Foronov?"

Foronov-the man across the table-said, "The ethnic tensions in these countries is volatile... a VERY good place to sell weapons, but... how do you see it, Loneov?"

The last man who hadnt spoken piped up, "I dont see any buisness in doing it, I hear they have machines that can read your mind over there... Anybody trying to smuggle in or out contraband has a good chance of being caught... but we'll see what the vote says, Renov?"

The man who first spoke nodded. "We shall vote on the matter... Nyet or Dah?"

"Dah" Yoronov said.

"Dah" Poleski agreed.

"Dah" Foronov said.

"Nyet" Loneov stood resolute.

"Dah, Then it is settled. Time to see 'The Boss' men." Renov got up, as did all the men and they began to go into yet ANOTHER door.

The room was pitch black. The 5 men stood stiff a little while into the room. The lights came on and there was 'The Boss'. At his side was his personnel bodygaurd, a British man named Alexis Valentine. Renov kneeled in a sign of respect before standing and saying. "Sir.. we are here because of-"

"I know." The Boss said behind his gas mask. "We will go. And I know two people who I am going to send. As well as several thousand men."

Renov kneeled again before turning and leaving. Bringing the other five with him.

Message from unknown source to Mississipian Goverment
"Our organization is willing to send 5 thousand men to South Africa. We welcome the chance and are sending our most devote christian, Sergei Leonovicth, to lead them. Despite us being Russian... we are still VERY right-wing... we shall come if you accept."

OOC:You know what DA? I am not going to wait for a response to my telegram. If I cant join... than just ignore this post. Also... please forgive me if my names are horrible.



Ooc-

You know what, my TG box was so full, I probably wasn't getting any new TGs. I just deleted a whole bunch. Perhaps you'd like to IM me next time. I will forgive you for just posting, but I will ask that you next time don't come across with such an attitude... Anyway, TG me again please, and tell me your plan and what you want to do.

I do believe I did tell you that foreign tobacco interests aren't allowed in our lands. We don't really allow foreign companies into our nations.

OOC:Sorry if my attitude came off that way, I didnt mean to sound like that... I dont have IM.

OOC:Sorry if my attitude came off that way, I didnt mean to sound like that... I dont have IM.


Ooc- NM, I think we sorted this out well enough. Proceed with your plans. :)

OOC:Thanks. Will post tommorrow. Time to go to bed here.

The Red Tidean Boeing-747 flew through the air towards South Africa. It was filled to the brim with men. All of them from The Heart of Armaggeddon. Its cargo bay had their suitcases filled with their belongings. Only Sergei and his lieutenent, Josef Zeronov, had carry on baggage. Most of it was unmarked hundred dollar bills in suitcases, 10 million dollars worth. The men were uneasy, it was their first trip to South Africa. They were all christian and mostly white. This was the first wave of 600 people. In total 5 thousand would come. The plane entered South African Airspace.

OOC:errrrrrr.... I hope you dont mind people bumping your threads... But I really want to see this continue.

The Red Tidean Boeing-747 flew through the air towards South Africa. It was filled to the brim with men. All of them from The Heart of Armaggeddon. Its cargo bay had their suitcases filled with their belongings. Only Sergei and his lieutenent, Josef Zeronov, had carry on baggage. Most of it was unmarked hundred dollar bills in suitcases, 10 million dollars worth. The men were uneasy, it was their first trip to South Africa. They were all christian and mostly white. This was the first wave of 600 people. In total 5 thousand would come. The plane entered South African Airspace.


The plane was cleared to enter into South Africa provided it followed two MiG-41s and landed at a military airbase in a rural area a few dozen miles away from Pretoria.

The plane landed at the airport without incident and Sergei Leonovicth made his way down the ladder brought too him. Right behind him was Josef Neome, Sergei's lueitenent. The rest of the men were 2 steps behind them. The thugs looked as they always do... just without the ski-masks so they wouldnt send the wrong impression. Without the ski-masks they looked more like business men with slightly dirty clothes. Sergei wore a brownish trenchcoat and sunglasses, Josef wore a grey trenchcoat, a hat, and a different pair of sunglasses.

One of the men came walking up to the men who had just gotten out of the plane, inquiring, "What is your business here, gentlemen?"

Sergei smiled and said, with a slight Russian Accent, "We are immigrants from the nation of Red Tide. We are here as part of your 'come to the commonwealth program'. It is a pleasure to meet you, mister?"

William grinned, "Ah yes, perhaps you ought to stop wasting time brainwashing them and just send some folks here to South Africa, yes?"

Alexander couldn't help but crack a smile. He as well as everyone else knew that overall, that was essentially what the camps were doing. Still he knew what they were doing was in the best interest of the people.

"We might send some more, but I think it's best to keep our own citizens... besides your people seem to think so." Alexander replied with a grin.

Alexander couldn't help but crack a smile. He as well as everyone else knew that overall, that was essentially what the camps were doing. Still he knew what they were doing was in the best interest of the people.

"We might send some more, but I think it's best to keep our own citizens... besides your people seem to think so." Alexander replied with a grin.


William shook his head, "Nah, you really ought to just send them here... We want them, whether or not the folks are admitting it now or not... Give em time, they'll come around I reckon, you know?"

William shook his head, "Nah, you really ought to just send them here... We want them, whether or not the folks are admitting it now or not... Give em time, they'll come around I reckon, you know?"

Alexander shrugged. "I suppose everything does take time... that's why were at least hoping to save some of our people before we consider sending them all off. Afterall though, they're all Avadrian's regardless of their beliefs." He said, giving the rough, general, opinion that most of the people had.

Alexander shrugged. "I suppose everything does take time... that's why were at least hoping to save some of our people before we consider sending them all off. Afterall though, they're all Avadrian's regardless of their beliefs." He said, giving the rough, general, opinion that most of the people had.


William frowned, if just slightly, shaking his head as he said, "Well see, if you brainwash them, how is that saving them? Who says they want to be Avadrians? They're whites, first and foremost. My race is my nation, you know?"

Alexander nodded, understanding William's point, but he still had different views.

"First and foremost, it's re-education..." He noted with a slight grin. Alexander knew if he were to be talking like this in front of any of the higher-ups he could have found himself in a considerable amount of trouble. "And second off, they are Avadrians, whether they like it or not. It is in their blood and in their minds whether they like it or not." He said in a rather defensive tone this time.

Alexander nodded, understanding William's point, but he still had different views.

"First and foremost, it's re-education..." He noted with a slight grin. Alexander knew if he were to be talking like this in front of any of the higher-ups he could have found himself in a considerable amount of trouble. "And second off, they are Avadrians, whether they like it or not. It is in their blood and in their minds whether they like it or not." He said in a rather defensive tone this time.


William shrugged, "Meh, they're white first and foremost, whether or not you want to admit it, they ought to be able to decide where they live... I mean even as controlling of our people as we are, about a thousand or two thousand a year leave Mississippi for foreign lands, for various reasons... Love, business demands, or just adventure... And we don't stop them, you know?"

Sergei smiled and said, with a slight Russian Accent, "We are immigrants from the nation of Red Tide. We are here as part of your 'come to the commonwealth program'. It is a pleasure to meet you, mister?"

OOC:Hem... Hem...

Sergei smiled and said, with a slight Russian Accent, "We are immigrants from the nation of Red Tide. We are here as part of your 'come to the commonwealth program'. It is a pleasure to meet you, mister?"


The man shrugged, not wanting to tell his name to a bunch of slavs, he really didn't trust Russians, or any slavs for that matter. He figured all Russians were either communists, jews posing as Russians, or gangsters. He forced a smiled before saying, "Oh, well, enough about me, let's talk about you... What brings you gentlemen here in particular of all places available?"

Sergei blinked a bit... but recovered and said, "We are mostly interested in opening up buisnesses here. Our organization are particularly interested in the weapons munfacturing and selling buisness, although we dont ignore the potential of the uranium or tobbacco buisness either. Maybe I can acquire you a XM-100 Assualt Rifle, how about at a reduced price of 900 Rubles?"

OOC:The XM-100 is a custom rifle utilised by the Red Tide Military. It usually costs 1200 rubles per rifle.

William shrugged, "Meh, they're white first and foremost, whether or not you want to admit it, they ought to be able to decide where they live... I mean even as controlling of our people as we are, about a thousand or two thousand a year leave Mississippi for foreign lands, for various reasons... Love, business demands, or just adventure... And we don't stop them, you know?"

Alexander nodded. "Oh yes of course, we allow emigration... it just takes a bit of time to do it. There's paperwork and other things to handle that usually can take roughly a year or so before you can establish a residence in another nation. Of course we made an exception for the Christians." He explained to William.

"But even after they leave the government still keeps in contact and sometimes will give out little 'presents' if you will, just to remind them of their heritage." Alexander added, explaining one of the many facets of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

Alexander nodded. "Oh yes of course, we allow emigration... it just takes a bit of time to do it. There's paperwork and other things to handle that usually can take roughly a year or so before you can establish a residence in another nation. Of course we made an exception for the Christians." He explained to William.

"But even after they leave the government still keeps in contact and sometimes will give out little 'presents' if you will, just to remind them of their heritage." Alexander added, explaining one of the many facets of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.



William smiled, not really sure what to say, he just nodded his head and said, "Ummm Huh..." before he quickly figured out something, saying, "So, do you want to call it a day, you're welcome to stay at the governor's mansion, there are plenty of spare rooms..."

Sergei blinked a bit... but recovered and said, "We are mostly interested in opening up buisnesses here. Our organization are particularly interested in the weapons munfacturing and selling buisness, although we dont ignore the potential of the uranium or tobbacco buisness either. Maybe I can acquire you a XM-100 Assualt Rifle, how about at a reduced price of 900 Rubles?"

OOC:The XM-100 is a custom rifle utilised by the Red Tide Military. It usually costs 1200 rubles per rifle.


The man shook his head, not wanting to offend the man, "Sorry, but, we don't use that currency and we don't use those rifles..."

William smiled, not really sure what to say, he just nodded his head and said, "Ummm Huh..." before he quickly figured out something, saying, "So, do you want to call it a day, you're welcome to stay at the governor's mansion, there are plenty of spare rooms..."

Alexander paused for a moment considering the offer, but finally agreed to it. "Certainly, that would be wonderful..." He said with a nod, reassuring himself of his decision. "But I would like to leave fairly early in the morning and see how things are going for the others." Alexander added.

Sergei gave a shrug, "It is okay if you dont want one... I fancy a semi-automatic shotgun myself..." he wasnt sure what to say next... so he decided to get straight down to buisness. "Are there any sheets or forums we have to fill out?"

Alexander paused for a moment considering the offer, but finally agreed to it. "Certainly, that would be wonderful..." He said with a nod, reassuring himself of his decision. "But I would like to leave fairly early in the morning and see how things are going for the others." Alexander added.



William smiled before saying, "Well then, let's go, shall we?"

Sergei gave a shrug, "It is okay if you dont want one... I fancy a triple barreled, semi-automatic, shotgun myself..." he wasnt sure what to say next... so he decided to get straight down to buisness. "Are there any sheets or forums we have to fill out?"


He sighed, "What sort of crazy gun idea is that? A triple barreled weapon just isn't practical, and how can it possibly be semi-automatic?"

OOC:There are such things as semi-auto shotguns... I dont know how they work but they just have a better rate of fire than the normal shotgun... but due to recoil their rate of fire isnt as good as a semi-auto rifle. As for the triple barrels... I remember hearing about a triple barrel... but I dont remember where.

OOC:There are such things as semi-auto shotguns... I dont know how they work but they just have a better rate of fire than the normal shotgun... but due to recoil their rate of fire isnt as good as a semi-auto rifle. As for the triple barrels... I remember hearing about a triple barrel... but I dont remember where.



Yes, but a multi-barrel shotgun, by the very nature of the weapon, cannot in anyway that I can think of, be semi-automatic. It just isn't feasible, you can quite likely have a triple-barrel shotgun that works like a break-action double barrel, snap it open, load each barrel up, close it up. But the very nature of a semi-auto weapon would make a triple barrel very difficult. But I'll just assume it's something your weapons tech guys designed and accept it, since there is really no reason not to. Just telling you it probably wouldn't work in RL.

William smiled before saying, "Well then, let's go, shall we?"

Alexander nodded, motioning towards the door. "Lead the way William..."

((Welcome back after that brief absence))

Yes, but a multi-barrel shotgun, by the very nature of the weapon, cannot in anyway that I can think of, be semi-automatic.

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Alexander nodded, motioning towards the door. "Lead the way William..."

((Welcome back after that brief absence))


William led Alexander out to the waiting car and immediately after both men were in it and the door was closed, it sped off towards William's estate.

"Do you live far from here?" Alexander asked, curious as to how far the destination would be.

"Do you live far from here?" Alexander asked, curious as to how far the destination would be.


William shrugged and pointed off into the distance, "No more than ten miles away..."

Alexander nodded and turned his attention out the window, watching the scenery as they drove towards the estate.

Alexander nodded and turned his attention out the window, watching the scenery as they drove towards the estate.


William motioned at the estate as it came into sight, saying, "Here we are..."

Alexander's eyes widened at the sight of the estate, it certainly was impressive. He had never had the chance to experience any aspect of estate life as a child, the closest thing for him being a tour of the Imperial Palace.

"Is it just you here?" Alexander asked, curious if such a big residence only housed a single person.

William cracked a slight smile as he saw how impressed the man was. He shook his head before saying, "No, my wife is here also... And we have a son on the way, well mostly she has a son on the way... Well he's our son, but she's handling getting him here..."


He chuckled a bit, somewhat embarrassed with how long he drew out that sentence when it was probably obvious that he was just trying to say his wife was pregnant and soon going to deliver.

Alexander nodded and couldn't help but grin when William tried to explain that his wife was pregnant. Of course he wouldn't laugh out of politness, but it was rather funny to him.

"I understand William and I hope everything goes well..." He said, still grinning.

Alexander nodded and couldn't help but grin when William tried to explain that his wife was pregnant. Of course he wouldn't laugh out of politness, but it was rather funny to him.

"I understand William and I hope everything goes well..." He said, still grinning.


William sensed he probably wanted to laugh, but didn't because it would have been rude. He smiled, saying, "Well then, shall we proceed on in?" As the car came to a halt in front of the main door.

Alexander nodded. He opened the door and stepped out. "Lead the way..." Alexander said, motioning towards the front door.

William led Alexander in, he immediately saw William's wife, coming to greet her husband. William lifted her up gently into his arms, kissed her lightly on the lips, and then set her back down. After which he asked, "How are you doing, dear?"

She told him how the day had gone and how she was doing as she took his coat and Alexander's coat.

William then remembered he'd forgotten to make introductions, "Oh, Sylvia, this is Alexander Prast from Avadria... Mr. Prast, this is my wife, Sylvia Katrina Fabus..."

Alexander stood off to the side rather awkwardly as the couple greeted each other. However he still handed his coat to William's wife without even knowing her name, merely adding to Alexander's discomfort. Thankfully William managed to remember to introduce Alexander and welcome him into their home.

He bowed slightly, extending his hand to Sylvia. "It's a pleasure to meet you Misses Fabus." Alexander said.

After the introductions were over, William suggested to Sylvia that she ought to go to sleep early, since she was pregnant and due to deliver soon, and needed to be rested up. She complied and walked off to their bedroom.

William then led Alexander into his private bar, propping his feet up on a nearby chair after he had sat down in the main armchair, he then offered him a drink. He smiled before say, "Well, anything you'd like? Help yourself or I can get it for you..."

Alexander pondered what he wanted, but figured he had enough to drink for the day. "A water is fine for me actually... I've had a good fill of alcohol I suppose..." He said, feeling rather awkward about just asking for water.

William nodded his head, rose, and then quickly retrieved a bottle of water for him. Handing it to Alexander, he asked, "So, what do you do for fun in Avadria? Do you have target shooting, hunting, lynching, you know, stuff like that?"

Alexander raised an eyebrow at the mention of lynching, but shrugged it off. "I don't know... I suppose there are a variety of things." He said, trying to think of things that most people do.

"I know the upper crust are big fans of horse racing... although it's very different from derby racing..." Alexander said before trying to think of a way to describe it. "...the courses are big, winding, and usually have a lot of natural obstacles and what not..." He explained, making several motions with his hands. "I myself have only done it once... and it wasn't exactly a real race either..." Alexander admitted.

"Formula One racing is also fairly popular... the rich like the drive and the commoners like to watch." He said with a laugh, Alexander himself being a fairly big fan of the sport.

"And I suppose concerts are always nice... the Royal Orchestra usually plays every other week, so there's usually something to do." Alexander said. He then shrugged, not really certain of anything else that might be worth mentioning.

William smiled a bit before making a suggestion, "So, do you want me to give you the number of some women in the diplomatic corps, they may be around here, you can use one of the guest rooms here if you want, either for sleeping or..." he grinned at this part, "anything else you'd like."

"Heh..." Alexander said, rather embarassed at the offer. "As much I hate to hear about it, my mind immediately went to the Fallsburg incident..." He said with a laugh. "So I don't think I'm exactly ready to settle down and cause a problem with a woman from another country." Alexander said.

William shrugged, "Meh, so don't go for a woman who has a lot of angry brothers, eh? Here..." he handed him a card with a number on it, before continuing, "Give it a try..."

Alexander cracked a smile at the comment but stared hesitantly at the card for a moment. He sighed and shook his head. "Ah what the hell..." Alexander said before reaching for the phone in the room. He dialed the number and waited.

When the other end finally picked up, he heard a very feminine voice, saying, "Hello... Lucille Stahlecker, who is this?"


William whispered to Alexander, "I know her from high school... She'll do you for sure..."

Alexander raised an eyebrow at William's comment. He wasn't exactly sure what to say in reply. Either way it looked like he would have to wing it, but he certainly was taken by the voice already.

"Umm... Yes, Hi Lucille... This is Alexander Prast... I'm a friend of William... and he... he referred you... to..." Alexander said, not really sure what to say. He had never solicited sex with a woman in such a fashion before and certainly didn't want to be overly direct about it. Alexander hoped that Lucille would understand what he was getting at.

She smiled before saying, "Ah, I think I know what you mean... You would like to get together and have a few drinks and maybe other stuff, huh?"

Alexander laughed, although rather nervously. He had never met this woman before and certainly didn't know what she looked like. Regardless though he felt compelled to continue on.

"Yes, exactly..." He said and turned with a glance over at William just to see if things were going okay. "I'm at William's estate and... well, from what I hear there are plenty of extra rooms..." Alexander said, feeling like an absolute moron afterwards.

William sensed he wanted to know what she looked like, he walked over and dug out his highschool yearbook, it had a picture of her, only a few years old. He placed the book in front of Alexander and pointed to it.


Meanwhile, Lucille had let out a light chuckle, which she quickly silenced, and then replied, "Of course... I'll be over in a bit, within a half hour, okay?"

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Alexander raised an eyebrow in greater interest upon seeing the photo. Of course he wasn't certain how out of date it was, and assumed it was probably a few years off. Still he couldn't imagine that she would've changed for the worse in that time.

"That'd be perfect..." Alexander said in reply.

William had since taken out a cigar, cut it, and then lit it up, and was now smoking. He had also pulled up a government website on his laptop and went to the homepage of the Diplomatic Corps, finding the profile on Lucille, he tapped Alexander on the shoulder, whispering, "Current picture, right there..." and pointed at the screen.


Lucille had replied to Alexander, "Okay then, see you soon... Bye..." before hanging up.

"Alright then, bye" He said before hanging up the phone. Alexander then looked over at the computer and saw the now familiar looking woman. He let out a fairly high pitched whistle.

"Wow..." Alexander said with a slightly embarassed chuckle. He looked to straighten his uniform, almost expecting her to arrive at any minute.

"So how do you know her?" Alexander asked while surveying his clothing.

William shrugged a bit, emotionlessly replying, "She kept trying to get into my pants in highschool, even though she was like 18 and I was only 14, she wanted me bad... Same with my brother Roger, she kept trying to get him, although neither of us ever gave in... We didn't believe in that sort of thing, you know, fornication..."

"Ah..." Alexander said, drawing his head back slowly. He wasn't going to get into the politics or reasoning on 'not believing in fornication' but instead chose to just accept William's explanation at face value.

"So how old is she now exactly?" Alexander asked, turning his head back to the monitor.

William exhaled a large cloud of smoke from his cigar before drawing in more rapidly and immediately passing it through his lungs and out through his nostrils. He'd drawn a bit much off the last drag and this elicited a light cough from him, which he quickly silenced and let roll into his reply, "Hmmm... Ah, I do believe she is twenty-two..." he said.

"I see..." Alexander said. He paused for a moment in thought. Then a smile as well as a look of surprise graced his face. "That would put you at... seventeen?" Alexander asked. He had assumed that William was older by at least a few years.

William grinned before shaking his head and saying, "Eighteen..." Quick to add, "Just recently actually, just turned eighteen a few months ago..."

"Wow..." He said, impressed at that fact. "How did you end up here?" Alexander asked, quickly adding; "If you don't mind me asking..."

He frowned as he started to explain, "Well I was seventeen when my wife and I had to flee her nation, The Burnsian Desert, we were the monarchs there... I won't go into how we rose to power, classified... Anyway, my brother thought I seemed depressed over not having any real power anymore, so he made me the governor-general of South Africa, great, eh?"

As William and Alexander were talking, there suddenly came a knocking at the door. William looked to Alexander and said, "I think that's for you... Anyway, there is a room just down the hall, third door on the left, that you can use..."

William stood up, saying, "I'm going to turn in for the night then, Sylvia and I have to be up early to meet with some generals and the Commonwealth cabinet over matters of defense."

That said, William walked off upstairs and headed for his bedroom.

Alexander nodded and then walked towards the door. He looked over his uniform once more, straightening out any wrinkles that he found. Before opening the door, Alexander ran a hand through his hair, making certain that everthing was straight. Then he took a deep breath and opened the door.

Lucille was standing on the porch twirling some of her long brown hair with her right index finger. She stopped when she saw the door had been opened and she extended her hand out, not knowing if it was the custom in Avadria for him to shake or lightly kiss her hand.

While she was wondering, she said, "Mr. Prast, I presume?" as her light blue eyes scanned him up and down, sort of sizing him up, she figured he looked handsome enough, especially in that keen uniform.

Alexander nodded in reply. He took her hand and lightly shook it, not certain how she preferred to be greeted. "And you would be Miss Stalhecker, correct?" Alexander said with a smile.

She gently nodded her head as she said, "Yes... Yes I am, shall we go inside then?"

"Certainly" He said, stepping aside so that Lucille could enter. "Right this way..." Alexander said, motioning towards the foyer.

Lucille walked forward, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She slightly adjusted her short skirt which was already so far above her knees she'd never have been able to wear it in daytime if public morality police were at and about.

She followed him through the foyer and quickly asked, "So, where to then?"

Alexander bit his lip, not really certain where to begin things. "Well... are you thirsty?" He asked, the only real thing he knew about in the house was where the bar was.

Lucille shook her head, "No, I'm good... I usually drink afterwards, if you know what I mean..." She grinned as she said that part.

Lucille shook her head, "No, I'm good... I usually drink afterwards, if you know what I mean..." She grinned as she said that part.

"Heh... yeah..." Alexander said rather uncomfortably. He shifted his weight on his feet not really certain what to do. To him however it just didn't seem proper to start an engagement of the sort without even having a connection with the woman. "So... Lucille... How did you know William?" Alexander asked despite the fact that he already knew the answer from William's end.

Lucille chuckled a bit, "Oh I'm sure he's already told you... But anyway, we were well, we knew each other from high school..."

"Ah yes, I just wanted to hear the story from your end." Alexander said. "According to William you were quite a pest I suppose..." He said with a laugh.

Lucille rolled her eyes, "Oh so that's how he tells it?" Her face gained a slight grin before she continued, "Let's just say that William must have a lot of will power, either that or he has not an ounce of testosterone in him and thus suffers from a totally non-existent sex drive."

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Alexander chuckled and certainly had a comment he could tack on, but thought it best to save it for himself, lest his host was about and overheard the remark. "I would assume the former, after all he has a son on the way." Alexander said, informing Lucille of William's good fortune.

She nodded her head and smiled, "Yes, I know that... I was at his wedding, most of my family was."

She then grinned before continuing with, "So then, where to now?"

Meanwhile on the other side of the rp....

The Pwnage immigrants began to arrive at the farming areas... (ooc: what does South Africa look like?)

What happens now?

Ooc-

Depends what part of SA they're in, are they in Pretoria or are they in Cape Town? They're both very nice looking cities, in NS under MS control that is, they've been basically restored to their former, pre-slum (pre 1994) glory. Most major cities in SA today in RL, are slums, it's a sad fact. :(

But in NS, SA is a grand place!



Ic-


One of the immigration officers shouted over the radio so all the arrivals could hear, "Who so wishes to go to the Western Cape Province and be established as a commercial farmer, that is whoever has the skills to be a success in such a job, ought to report to the buses numbered 10 through 25 right now, just outside the terminals..."

ooc: They're still in Pretoria.

Some of the immigrants got into buses 10-25, the rest, not being of farming stock, stayed around, including the Zeke family.

ooc: They're still in Pretoria.

Some of the immigrants got into buses 10-25, the rest, not being of farming stock, stayed around, including the Zeke family.



One of the officers came up and seemed to single out the Zekes, asking them, "Who are you exactly?"