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The Emperor's Castle, Bahamonde, El Caudillo

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Emperor Anastasio VI stepped into the airplane just as his servants finished loading everything. He was bringing four crates of the world's finest cigars and four barrels filled with the most deliciously ambrosial wine there ever was, wine so delicious it was truly heavenly. In the back of the plane were also several crudely constructed animal cages full of Shoobans and Turtas, in case His Majesty, Shah Khosru III, felt up to a round of hunting later. The Emperor even brought his black stallion with. The stallion had been scrupulously groomed and cleaned just an hour ago, so it smelled better than a dozen roses, not like a festering pile of animal shit the way most horses smelled. Last but not least, the Emperor was bringing his wife- a Filipina native- and his sword and shield, which were rumored to have been forged by a legendary blacksmith eons ago. When all was ready, he and his wife stepped into the plane, buckled up, and the pilot took off.

Persepolis airport had been prepared for the Emperor's arrival. Hundreds of Immortals in dress uniforms of blue coats and pants with gold trim and berets stood to attention, brandishing their M-28 assault rifles and holding their shamshirs at their belt. Officers were dressed in a similar style, with their French Military style kepi hats trimmed with gold and holding their swords. The Shah himself was standing to attention, dressed in his military uniform with a cloak of gold and black velvet coming down to his ankles while the crown of Parthia stood upon his head, shimmering in the sun. The Shah's two sons, Crown Prince Piruz and Prince Sassan stood to his right and left respectivley. Behind those three, six servants carrying umbrellas with angled shafts held the sun shielding covers above their heads while the others fanned them.

The plane slowly made the descent, landing on the runway and skidding to a swift, screeching halt. PIDE agents muscled the door open and formed a protective circle around the Emperor and his wife as they vacated the plane. The Emperor waved to Shah Khosru. "Greetings, my friend, how are you?"

"Excellent, please follow me my friend." The Shah walked towards the waiting car while two servants either fanned or shaded the emperor with an umbrella. Another two servants gave the same respect to the emperess while the Immortals saluted and their officers raised up their shamshirs as the group passed through their ranks.

"Excellent, please follow me my friend." The Shah walked towards the waiting car while two servants either fanned or shaded the emperor with an umbrella. Another two servants gave the same respect to the emperess while the Immortals saluted and their officers raised up their shamshirs as the group passed through their ranks.

The Emperor followed the Shah, as the Empress giggled slightly and performed a curtsy as the servants greeted her.

"I brought some Shoobans and Turtas," the Emperor said. "I hope you feel up to hunting later on?"

A pic of the Empress (http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y160/Roach-Busters/BeautifulGirl.gif)

The servants bowed deeply towards the Emperess and then spoke, "Your wish is our command." The Shah began to enter the back of the armored limousine and spoke, "Of course I will be happy to hunt those foul beasts. It will be most entertaining."

The Emperor chuckled. "Excellent, my friend. What do you wish to discuss first? I was wondering if an exchange of military bases is acceptable? Oh, and I brought wine and cigars. Please consider them a gift."

"Thank you my friend, I always appreciate good wine and cigars, especially the wines of Spain and Portugal." The Shah smiled and then spoke, "Of course I would like to do a base exchange, if you would like one in one of my possessions I will be happy to grant it, and have you recieved some of my vessels for your navy yet?" As the royal couple stepped into the limousine, the Shah uncorked a bottle of fine wine grown from grapes produced in Shiraz, Iran and then poured three glasses and offered it to the two sovereigns before speaking, "As we head to the palace outside the city, we will be heading down the Central Persepolis highway, which should give you the ability to see some of the modern amenities Parthia has.

"Thank you my friend, I always appreciate good wine and cigars, especially the wines of Spain and Portugal." The Shah smiled and then spoke, "Of course I would like to do a base exchange, if you would like one in one of my possessions I will be happy to grant it, and have you recieved some of my vessels for your navy yet?" As the royal couple stepped into the limousine, the Shah uncorked a bottle of fine wine grown from grapes produced in Shiraz, Iran and then poured three glasses and offered it to the two sovereigns before speaking, "As we head to the palace outside the city, we will be heading down the Central Persepolis highway, which should give you the ability to see some of the modern amenities Parthia has.

The Emperor took a sip of the wine, and his expression was equivalent to a man soaking into a hot tub after a long, hard day of work. "Absolutely delicious, my friend," he said. Once he was finished with the delicious drink, he lit a cigar, handed one to the Shah, and said, "If possible, may I have my base near Persepolis?"

The Shah clipped his cigar at the point it begins to round off, lit up the blue flame of his butane lighter, and rolled the cigar around on the flame, puffing it until it was evenly burning. Then, he spoke, "Of course, that is a fine location for a base, especially for an ally I trust as much as yourselves. I would like my own base on the coast of your nation in the Mediterranian or on the Atlantic, that way, I can have a friendly refueling point for my ships." The limousine started moving, escorted by motorcycle police and M-8 armored gun systems. Two attack helicopters moved overhead, scanning to ensure the saftey of the motorcade. Motioning out the window to the glass and steel spires of downtown Persepolis, the Shah pointed out the skyscrapers of the Parthian corporations, the tallest one belonging to the Teymorian Company. Looking down from the raised highway, glittering sports cars and SUVs sat parked in front of hundreds of boutiques with names like Versace and Gucci. Restauraunts of every cuisine were filled with customers while teahouses serving the finest Persian traditional tea were being frequented by groups of youth alternating between the fine beverage and the sweet flavored smoke of the qalyoun. In front of them, as they exited the downtown and passed the high rises of the upper classes, they moved into the still trendy more middle class areas, of fine apartments and nice shops, which gradually degraded in quality of lower middle class, and then, passing over a bridge above a wide canal, the driver of the limousine turned on air filters, and closed any open windows. Smoke from thousands of factories spewed into the air, clouding the skies and wind pulled them further to the outskirts of the town. Here, a great wall of concrete stood in front of their way, surrounded by towers and a gap of earth filled with mines, they passed over the wall on a suspension bridge, hundreds of feet above the ground they could look down and see the squalor below in the ghetto as tangled streets led towards alleyways accessing more and more huts of scrap metal and broken wood. The air filters were working on full blast, filling the car with a normal scent of pine as they passed over the other side and moved into the mountains that surrounded the city.

"Thank you, my dear friend," the Emperor said. "How is the cigar?"

The Shah smiled, and then exhaled the thick smoke, "Excellent, my thanks my friend." Motioning to the window, the Shah spoke, "So, what do you think of what you have seen? Do you have any questions?"

The Shah smiled, and then exhaled the thick smoke, "Excellent, my thanks my friend." Motioning to the window, the Shah spoke, "So, what do you think of what you have seen? Do you have any questions?"

"Never in the history of our planet has their been a planet of greater glory or pulchritude than your magnificent nation," the Emperor said, deeply awed. "I find your steadfast anticommunism especially admirable."

"Never in the history of our planet has their been a planet of greater glory or pulchritude than your magnificent nation," the Emperor said, deeply awed. "I find your steadfast anticommunism especially admirable."

"My thanks go to your majesty. I have struggled for years with the leftist gangsters, and only now, do I seem like I have won against them." The Shah smiled as the car pulled through the mountains, passing by the estates of the wealthy outside Persepolis. The Shah's Palace sat only fifteen miles from Persepolis, but the drive was a fairly long one.

"My thanks go to your majesty. I have struggled for years with the leftist gangsters, and only now, do I seem like I have won against them." The Shah smiled as the car pulled through the mountains, passing by the estates of the wealthy outside Persepolis. The Shah's Palace sat only fifteen miles from Persepolis, but the drive was a fairly long one.

"Indeed, Zoroaster would smile upon your people most favorably," the Emperor said.

The car pulled off the highway, down a narrower road towards the walls surrounding Persepolis. Walls of concrete topped by barbed wire and motion activated miniguns surrounded the complex of Persepolis, a beautiful eden of lakes and gardens in the semiarid surroundings. Pulling through the gates of iron, the drive between the trees and flowers lining the road led to the central hall, there, Immortals waited at attention while the car pulled to a stop. The El Caudillo and Parthian flags were carried to the car, and then, the doors were opened by servants, waiting by to carry their umbrellas over the heads of the three royals exiting the limousine.

The car pulled off the highway, down a narrower road towards the walls surrounding Persepolis. Walls of concrete topped by barbed wire and motion activated miniguns surrounded the complex of Persepolis, a beautiful eden of lakes and gardens in the semiarid surroundings. Pulling through the gates of iron, the drive between the trees and flowers lining the road led to the central hall, there, Immortals waited at attention while the car pulled to a stop. The El Caudillo and Parthian flags were carried to the car, and then, the doors were opened by servants, waiting by to carry their umbrellas over the heads of the three royals exiting the limousine.

"So...this is Persepolis," the Emperor said. "Absolutely astonishing!"

"So...this is Persepolis," the Emperor said. "Absolutely astonishing!"

"Thank you. If you do not mind I would like to show you around." The Shah hopped out of the limousine after the Emperess and Emperor. Three servants carrying umbrellas came in quickly to shield the trio from the sun while the band played the Parthian national anthem (http://www.rezapahlavi.org/father/anthem.ram). The doors to the reception room were thrown open by another pair of servants, showing the main hall (http://www.golestanpalace.ir/images/pics/salam4.jpg) of the palace, filled with Parthian nobles and Satraps who bowed on sight of the emperor and rose only when the Shah had escorted them to the rear of the room towards the hallway.

"Thank you. If you do not mind I would like to show you around." The Shah hopped out of the limousine after the Emperess and Emperor. Three servants carrying umbrellas came in quickly to shield the trio from the sun while the band played the Parthian national anthem (http://www.rezapahlavi.org/father/anthem.ram). The doors to the reception room were thrown open by another pair of servants, showing the main hall (http://www.golestanpalace.ir/images/pics/salam4.jpg) of the palace, filled with Parthian nobles and Satraps who bowed on sight of the emperor and rose only when the Shah had escorted them to the rear of the room towards the hallway.

The Emperor, who spoke fluent Farsi and had studied Parthian history extensively, surprised by the Shah when he suddenly began singing the national anthem to the tune of the band.

The Emperor, who spoke fluent Farsi and had studied Parthian history extensively, surprised by the Shah when he suddenly began singing the national anthem to the tune of the band.

The Shah looked over shocked, as did the gaze of feigned nonchalance of the of the nobles and Immortals who were pleasantly suprised. A smile broke out on the Shah's face, before he complemented the Emperor on his language skills and offered to take him inside.

The Shah looked over shocked, as did the feigned nonchalant gaze of the nobles and Immortals. A smile broke out on the Shah's face, before he complemented the Emperor on his language skills and offered to take him inside.

The Emperor noded. "Yes, please. I would love to go inside." He smiled. "I see that you're surprised I speak Farsi, my friend. I have also read the Avesta several times and tried dozens of Persian cuisines. I am also an avid admirer of Persian poetry."

The Emperor noded. "Yes, please. I would love to go inside." He smiled. "I see that you're surprised I speak Farsi, my friend. I have also read the Avesta several times and tried dozens of Persian cuisines. I am also an avid admirer of Persian poetry."

"Indeed, it is suprising, but I am glad." Would you like me to show you around Persepolis?

"Indeed, it is suprising, but I am glad." Would you like me to show you around Persepolis?

"Yes, please." As they walked, the Emperor asked, "By the way, how many languages do you speak, my friend? I speak around 45."

"Yes, please." As they walked, the Emperor asked, "By the way, how many languages do you speak, my friend? I speak around 45."

The Shah's eyes opened up wide, and then, speaking. "Farsi, English, French, Avestan, Hindi, and Spanish. I'm pretty good with Urdu and Turkish but refuse to learn Arabic." The Shah smiled and then spoke, "Over there, if you will is the west wing, where the apartments of my family, and my guests are. Over there is the east wing, where the temporary residences of my nobles and the public areas of the building, such as the dining room. The treasury and staff quarters are in the basement. The throne room, which you will see first, is located right through the main hall. Walking up to the doors, the Shah's servants pushed them open to reveal the throne room (http://www.oznet.net/iran/golestan.jpg). The Shah then spoke, how do you like it? I think it doesn't feel complete since the Peacock throne is in the treasury vault under the palace right now. But please tell me what you think."

The Shah's eyes opened up wide, and then, speaking. "Farsi, English, French, Avestan, Hindi, and Spanish. I'm pretty good with Urdu and Turkish but refuse to learn Arabic." The Shah smiled and then spoke, "Over there, if you will is the west wing, where the apartments of my family, and my guests are. Over there is the east wing, where the temporary residences of my nobles and the public areas of the building, such as the dining room. The treasury and staff quarters are in the basement. The throne room, which you will see first, is located right through the main hall. Walking up to the doors, the Shah's servants pushed them open to reveal the throne room (http://www.oznet.net/iran/golestan.jpg). The Shah then spoke, how do you like it? I think it doesn't feel complete since the Peacock throne is in the treasury vault under the palace right now. But please tell me what you think."

"Interesting. I, too, refuse to learn Arabic. Anyway, I speak Farsi, Turkish, Spanish, Portuguese, German, French, Irish, English, Polish, Flemish, Serbian, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Thai, Mandarin Chinese, Cantonese, Vietnamese, Khmer, Lao, Hmong, Afrikaans, Zulu, Xhosa, Tswana, Ovambindu, Guarani, Tagalog, Cebuano, Ilokano, Hiligaynon, Bikol, Waray-Waray, Kapampangan, Pangasinan, Kinaray-a, Maranao, Maguindanao, Tausug, Bahasa Indonesian, Malay, Miskito Indian, Urdu, and Hebrew." He paused when he saw the throne room. "AMAZING!" He gaped, bug-eyed, breathless. "Simply...amazing."

"Interesting. I, too, refuse to learn Arabic. Anyway, I speak Farsi, Turkish, Spanish, Portuguese, German, French, Irish, English, Polish, Flemish, Serbian, Italian, Japanese, Korean, Thai, Mandarin Chinese, Cantonese, Vietnamese, Khmer, Lao, Hmong, Afrikaans, Zulu, Xhosa, Tswana, Ovambindu, Guarani, Tagalog, Cebuano, Ilokano, Hiligaynon, Bikol, Waray-Waray, Kapampangan, Pangasinan, Kinaray-a, Maranao, Maguindanao, Tausug, Bahasa Indonesian, Malay, Miskito Indian, Urdu, and Hebrew." He paused when he saw the throne room. "AMAZING!" He gaped, bug-eyed, breathless. "Simply...amazing."

The Shah spoke, "Thank you, this room was recently renovated thanks to the money we confiscated from the families of executed dissidents, before we had the families depolymerized and turned into artificial petrol and fertilizer that is." The Shah grinned and then spoke, "Please follow me, I have much to show you."

The Shah spoke, "Thank you, this room was recently renovated thanks to the money we confiscated from the families of executed dissidents, before we had the families depolymerized and turned into artificial petrol and fertilizer that is." The Shah grinned and then spoke, "Please follow me, I have much to show you."

"I heard you have many pets, which you enjoy feeding Shoobans to," the Emperor said. "You are a man with great taste in hobbies, my friend."

"I heard you have many pets, which you enjoy feeding Shoobans to," the Emperor said. "You are a man with great taste in hobbies, my friend."

The Shah laughed, "You have heard rightly, allow me to show you this one I have before we leave the throne room. Back up please from the throne to a half meter past the end of the carpet." The Shah walked up to the place the throne normally was, and then pulled a small lever, releasing a trap door which led down to a pair of snarling tigers. Two servants came in with a small Shooban child, and then, beating it senseless with a cattle prod, they tossed the child into the pit and laughed as the tigers tore the child apart.

The Shah laughed, "You have heard rightly, allow me to show you this one I have before we leave the throne room. Back up please from the throne to a half meter past the end of the carpet." The Shah walked up to the place the throne normally was, and then pulled a small lever, releasing a trap door which led down to a pair of snarling tigers. Two servants came in with a small Shooban child, and then, beating it senseless with a cattle prod, they tossed the child into the pit and laughed as the tigers tore the child apart.

The Emperor laughed so hard he nearly wet himself. "That was beyond brilliant!" he said. Then, he grabbed a two-year-old Turta he had brought by the neck, and flung it into the tigers' lair. They heard screams and watched as the Turta was torn asunder, blood spattering everywhere.

The Emperor laughed so hard he nearly wet himself. "That was beyond brilliant!" he said. Then, he grabbed a two-year-old Turta he had brought by the neck, and flung it into the tigers' lair. They heard screams and watched as the Turta was torn asunder, blood spattering everywhere.

The Shah laughed even harder, before producing a cattle prod and speaking a few words to his servants. In chains, they brought a Shooban who had just given birth to a child. The Shah hit her with his cattle prod and screamed that he would stop if she threw her own child into the pit. Obiediently, the creature cried as she threw the infant to the bloodthirsty tigers, before the Shah used his shamshir to cut her down at he ankles and send her tumbling in with her infant as the Shah laughed wildly, almost tearing.

The Shah laughed even harder, before producing a cattle prod and speaking a few words to his servants. In chains, they brought a Shooban who had just given birth to a child. The Shah hit her with his cattle prod and screamed that he would stop if she threw her own child into the pit. Obiediently, the creature cried as she threw the infant to the bloodthirsty tigers, before the Shah used his shamshir to cut her down at he ankles and send her tumbling in with her infant as the Shah laughed wildly, almost tearing.

"Oh, my," the Emperor choked, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face. "I haven't had this much fun since the first time I castrated a communist with my sword!"

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"Oh, my," the Emperor choked, laughing so hard tears streamed down his face. "I haven't had this much fun since the first time I castrated a communist with my sword!"

"Haha, I prefer to just toss their children in a pit full of flaming gasoline and see if they go try and save it."

"Haha, I prefer to just toss their children in a pit full of flaming gasoline and see if they go try and save it."

"Do you have any communists here? I'd like to try that," the Emperor said.

"Do you have any communists here? I'd like to try that," the Emperor said.

"Of course, just follow me to the garden and we have a pit just for it." The Shah halted and then spoke, "By the way, I have heard rumors of a blockade in El Caudillo, Is this true?"

"Of course, just follow me to the garden and we have a pit just for it." The Shah halted and then spoke, "By the way, I have heard rumors of a blockade in El Caudillo, Is this true?"

"No, it's not true."

{OOC: Because they didn't ask beforehand, I'm going to ignore the blockade. They should have at least asked for my permission and for details beforehand, i.e., what the waters are like around EC, my navy, etc.}

"No, it's not true."

{OOC: Because they didn't ask beforehand, I'm going to ignore the blockade. They should have at least asked for my permission and for details beforehand, i.e., what the waters are like around EC, my navy, etc.}


"Most excellent then, please observe." Two servants poured gasoline into a sunken hole about 7 feet deep lined with concrete while a Communist mother and her infant were brought out in chains. A servant handed a torch to the emperor, and then waited as the Shah tossed the infant in the pit and told the Emperor to do the honors of lighting it.

"Most excellent then, please observe." Two servants poured gasoline into a sunken hole about 7 feet deep lined with concrete while a Communist mother and her infant were brought out in chains. A servant handed a torch to the emperor, and then waited as the Shah tossed the infant in the pit and told the Emperor to do the honors of lighting it.

Laughing, the Emperor threw the torch into into the pit, and watched in amusement as the baby burst into flames, screeching like a howler monkey. The Emperor nearly wet his pants and nearly choked he was laughing so hard. The mother said, "I'll save you, comrade!" to the baby, and saluted it with a clenched fist.
"Eh, shaddup," the Emperor muttered, and booted her in the ass with his foot, sending her into the pit. Soon, both communists were burnt black and extra crispy.
The Emperor asked, "Think I can bring them back to E.C.? My dogs love extra crispy meat."

Laughing, the Emperor threw the torch into into the pit, and watched in amusement as the baby burst into flames, screeching like a howler monkey. The Emperor nearly wet his pants and nearly choked he was laughing so hard. The mother said, "I'll save you, comrade!" to the baby, and saluted it with a clenched fist.
"Eh, shaddup," the Emperor muttered, and booted her in the ass with his foot, sending her into the pit. Soon, both communists were burnt black and extra crispy.
The Emperor asked, "Think I can bring them back to E.C.? My dogs love extra crispy meat."

"Of course, I usually feed Communists to my tigers, so I don't see why not."

"Of course, I usually feed Communists to my tigers, so I don't see why not."

"Thank you, my friend."

A moment later, two servants dragged over a massive, rickety wooden cage filled with ten Turtas.

"Have you ever killed a Turta before, your Majesty?" the Emperor asked.

"Thank you, my friend."

A moment later, two servants dragged over a massive, rickety wooden cage filled with ten Turtas.

"Have you ever killed a Turta before, your Majesty?" the Emperor asked.

"Nope, are they more fun to kill than Shoobans?"

"Nope, are they more fun to kill than Shoobans?"

"They are quite fun to kill, maybe even funner than killing Shoobans," the Emperor replied.

One of the Turtas leaned forward and spat all over the Shah's clothes. "Turtaaaaaaaaa!" it cried.