NationStates Jolt Archive

At the podium in front of a crowded audience in the main square of Ceyol, the capitol city of Ceyolia, under a hot summer sun stood Wolfgang Joseph Slosovoski, dressed in full military regalia. "My people, my friends and my distinguished guests of honor, I am pleased to announce that the great burden of the tyrannical and corrupt dictator Qaulhoun has ended, and a rebirth of our great nation is upon us." The crowd erupted in applause. "The battle of Ceyol was not an easy one, but I had promised that we would recover, and we have!" He extended an arm over the newly reconstructed city, what used to be rubble several months ago. While the crowds erupted in applause he brought forward a man with a ponytail and a clean shaven face and a Ceyolian-taylored suit. "This is my good friend Jack Kavanagh. He was brave enough to risk his entire fortune, his emire, Consolidated Shipping Inc., to provide my men with the supplies they desperately needed. In honor of his duties, I appoint him head of the Ceyolian Merchant Marine!" The crowds erupted in applause again. "I would also like to extend our hand in friendship to The Dominion, who we hope shall grow to be our greatest ally."

Among the throngs, but relatively close to to Slosovoski with the other newly-appointed officials of the new Ceyolian government, stood Nevil Clavain, military advisor to Slosovoski. Few knew that Nevil Clavain was actually infamous assassin Delta One, one of the assassins who'd played a key role in wiping out the old Ceyolian regime. Clavain scanned the crowd, looking for the other man who'd assassinated a number of Ceyolian officials, the man who'd been his equal in the demise of the old Ceyolian regime...the man known as Coatl. His skills matched Delta One's own, and though the two had never met, he'd watched Coatl's feats, and he was sure Coatl had done the same. He knew to approach another assassin who he hardly knew and had skills equal to his own could be dangerous, but he felt that Coatl could make a powerful ally...

[OOC: Otagia, if you'd like Coatl to meet with Delta One, I was thinking they could discuss their hits here, and then work towards being partners, cooperating on future hits and working together.]

A man walked up the side of the stage. He was wearing a black shirt, black leather pants, and a black leather duster with the Black Wolves’ symbol on the right upper arm, a bronze belt buckle with the letters C.S.A on it, and a black cowboy hat. He had a Cuban cigar in his mouth; smoke was coming from under the hat. This man was a powerful leader. This man was the God-Emperor Count JWolf.

Two men walked behind him. Each man was in Transylvanian body armor in dark gray and black. Each man was carrying an MP-2 Eviscerator SMG. These men were Black Wolves, the private army of the Count. But they were not the only Black Wolves there, on the surround roof tops more Black Wolves waited. Some of them armed with SR-48A1 tactical rifles or M82A3 sniper rifles or AR-56 assault rifles.

The Count walked up to the podium and looked out in the crowd. “Welcome to a new Ceyolia.” he yelled as he raised his right hand in the air. “This island nation of Ceyolia is an ally of the Dominion. As I speak, people are building the ten Dominion army bases.”

“Five in the North and five in the South.” he added. “If anybody attack this island, they attack the Dominion.”

“Ceyolian, you can all sleep at night better with the Dominion watching over y’all.” he said. The Count pulled out a bottle of Vodka and two glasses. He poured some Vodka in each glasses and said “Mr. Slosovoski, drink with me. To show the strength of our alliance.” He took one glass in his hand and waited…

The Major lifted his glass. "I drink to our alliance, and to the great people of our collective nations." Before downing his shot.

The Count down his glass and looked out into the crowd. “Welcome to a new friendship, Major.” he said.

“Major and fellow Ceyolian, I would like you to be meet somebody.” said the Count. A lone man, wearing a black three-piece suit, walked on to the stage. The man was tall medium built male with light brown hair and light blue eyes. He had a full beard and he was wearing red-farmed sunglasses.

“This man with be the link between Ceyolia and the Dominion.” said the Count. “His name is Ambassador Marcellus Carson.”

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Carson. Now I feel we should adjourn behind closed doors where we can discuss matters of the state." He said adressing Carson, Clavain, and the Romanokovskis who stood behind the podium, with Mira clutching to the side of her husband.

“Yes, we do need to talk behind closed doors.” said the Count. “Led the way.” The Count and Ambassador Marcellus Carson waited to be led to a car or something.

The Black Wolves would move out of the area when the Count left. They would head to house that Count JWolf was staying in.

The group of advisors, businessmen, and generals got into a long line of black sedans. The Romanokovski's and the Mjor got into the longest limo with the Count. The cars sped onto the roads and met up with a long line of military humvees and several helicopters flew overhead. They sped off into the mountains. The cars entered into a long tunnel in the side of a mountain. The tunnel led into a large parking lot, where the vehicles parked and several men in elegant servants uniforms got out and opened the doors. The men were led into a large open foyer with an ornate Ceyolian Tiger-skin rug. The walls were adorned with the skins and heads of various wild game from the jungles of Ceyolia. The walls met with a large panel of glass that spanned the length of the room, overlooking a scenic mountain valley. "This is my pivate estate." He stretched his hands out as they entered the room. The officials slowly moved to the couches and chairs. "Benny! Fetch these wonderful people whatever they may want to drink." He sat down in a large, overstuffed armchair. "Now we can discuss business comfortably."

Should I ask for blood? asked the Count to himself. “I will take a cup of tiger blood, if you have anything.” said the Count, who took his seat a nice big chair.

Ambassador Marcellus Carson took a seat in a chair next to the Count, he pull his sunglasses in his right coat pocket and said “Whiskey, if you have it.” Mr. Carson had a Turkish accent. He was born in the city of Burgas, Bulgaria.

"We heard of your exquisite tastes, Count. Tiger blood is no trouble. And Mr. Carson, we do have some of the finest Ceyolian whiskey available."
The remainder of the room asked for their orders, and Benny dissapeared ducked behind a small bar that was tucked in a corner on the right side of the room and began preparing the drinks. He yelled. "Count, would you prefer White Bengal tiger or Ceyolian tiger blood?"

If the tyrannical and corrupt dictator Qaulhoun wants help to take Ceyloia back, and bring Ceyolia under the Frisbee Freak sphere of influence, I will be happy to send in 50,000 soldiers. I also have another 450,000 soldiers to help, but they won't be able to make it until tommorrow.

Juun, empereaoreor of da Frisbee Freaks,

IC: The Great Prime Freaken Dictator Juun wrote a letter to the Ceylonian leaders. It says this:

Deeer Ceyolain jerx.

I dun laid joor friedom, and 1 dun laik joor nyew gobermet. Peez let da old dictature bak, hoo is da ritful leedar, or face reeetahlitazion from me,

NOT Love Juun,
The Great Prime Freaken Dictator of Frisbee Freaks.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Mr. Carson. Now I feel we should adjourn behind closed doors where we can discuss matters of the state." He said adressing Carson, Clavain, and the Romanokovskis who stood behind the podium, with Mira clutching to the side of her husband.

OOC: Whoops, managed to miss that somehow.

IC: Clavain followed the other guests silently, waiting for the appropriate time to speak.

bumpadiddly

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ok. game over. Please leave this thread and erase all your posts. seriously.

OK, I'll leave. I can see noone can take a joke.

The remainder of the room asked for their orders, and Benny dissapeared ducked behind a small bar that was tucked in a corner on the right side of the room and began preparing the drinks. He yelled. "Count, would you prefer White Bengal tiger or Ceyolian tiger blood?"

“Ceyolian tiger blood sounds good.,” said the Count. “I have had White Bengal tiger blood before, so I want to try something new.” The Count waited for his drink.

OOC: Ceyolia, have all of Frisbee Freaks post took out. They are n00bish posts and this is serous RP. DAMN IT!.

Sitting near the back of the audience, Coatl smiled. Kavanaugh, head of the Merchant Marine? Well, things would be getting fun soon. Standing up, Coatl leaned on his cane and walked towards the front of the crowd. Scratching at his micro-mask, he wondered if there was anyone he knew here.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post, but am tired, and can't think of much else. Halberdgardia, go ahead and have Delta talk to Coatl if you wish, he'd recognise him, his mask is the same one he was wearing when he was doing the hits, so that the Romanokovski's would recognise him.

Sitting near the back of the audience, Coatl smiled. Kavanaugh, head of the Merchant Marine? Well, things would be getting fun soon. Standing up, Coatl leaned on his cane and walked towards the front of the crowd. Scratching at his micro-mask, he wondered if there was anyone he knew here.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy post, but am tired, and can't think of much else. Halberdgardia, go ahead and have Delta talk to Coatl if you wish, he'd recognise him, his mask is the same one he was wearing when he was doing the hits, so that the Romanokovski's would recognise him.

Finally, Delta One spotted Coatl. Wearing the same micro-mask as during the hits, he was easy to spot, despite his disguise. He slowly walked up to Coatl, and adopting a amicable tone as though greeting a long-lost friend, he said, "Hey, Jim! Jim, it's me, Nevil! How ya doin'?" He put his hand out.

OOC: Delta One was wearing no micro-mask during the hits, so if Coatl saw him at all, he'll recognize him.

Bump.

Turning, Coatl recognized the man walking towards him as Nevil Clavain, also known as Delta One, one of the assassins who had been competing with him. Delta had gotten nearly as many kills as him, which was impressive, considering the various injuries Coatl had sustained during his unusually violent streak of jobs.

Smiling, Coatl limped towards his fellow assassin.
"Nevil! I'm great! How have you been doing? I hear you made a killing from that last job!"

Turning, Coatl recognized the man walking towards him as Nevil Clavain, also known as Delta One, one of the assassins who had been competing with him. Delta had gotten nearly as many kills as him, which was impressive, considering the various injuries Coatl had sustained during his unusually violent streak of jobs.

Smiling, Coatl limped towards his fellow assassin.
"Nevil! I'm great! How have you been doing? I hear you made a killing from that last job!"

OOC: Just as a clarification, Nevil Clavain is actually another alias for Delta One, it's not his real name. I have yet to come up with a real name for him yet.

IC: "I've been doing just fine. Yes, the job paid well. Keeps a roof over the family's head and keeps the wife happy. You know how it is." Looking at Coatl's limp and cane, he affected a concerned tone. "Jesus, Jim, what did you do to your leg there?"

"Ah, this? Nothing to worry about, just a misunderstanding. Security on the last job was a little over-zealous. But it was all smoothed out when they brought me in for questioning."

"Questioning? Oh man, I can tell this is the kind of story you're going to have to tell me over a few drinks..."

“Ceyolian tiger blood sounds good.,” said the Count. “I have had White Bengal tiger blood before, so I want to try something new.” The Count waited for his drink.

OOC: Ceyolia, have all of Frisbee Freaks post took out. They are n00bish posts and this is serous RP. DAMN IT!.
OOC: I take partial responsibility for noobing back at him(I thought he was just trying to piss me off). He's not coming back, though.

IC: "No trouble at all, sir." He vanished behind the doors. Several minutes later he returned with a tray with everyone's drinks, but had a distinct limp. "Mr. Slosovoski, did you have fluffy's testosterone levels checked?"
"No, Benny, why?"
"Oh, no reason, sir." He hobbled away.

"Anyway... Gentlemen, lets get down to business. Coatl and Mr. Clavain, I wish to inform you that I would like to have both of you as private "consultants" to my administration. Presently, I have no major threats to my or my nation's security, but I feel I will have a need for a little wet works in the future. Of course, you shall be looked after for your services." He shifted and looked towards Kavanagh. "It is my understanding that your corporation, pan-Siap arms is subject to investigation for illegal transportation of arms."
"with your permission, sir, I would like to pre-empt that by moving it here and making it pan-Ceyol arms."
"I am indebted to you. Of course you may."
"Thats good. I filed the paperwork in advance. If I'm lucky, we should have no trouble, legally."
"If you do, what are they going to do? They're going through a peace movement. I don't fear a sanction, and we could beat back a blockade."
He turned to the Count, "Sir, you may be interested to know that Ceyolia has large deposits of oil in the southern regions. Under the Ceyolian Merchant Marine Act, all goods must be shipped on a shipline approved by the Director of the Merchant Marine, but we could circumvent this..."
"Actually..." Kavanagh interupted "To improve our friendship, I would be willing to ship any good from Ceyolia to The Dominion free."

OOC: They were n00bish before your post.

IC: The Count took his glass of tiger blood and took a drink. Ambassador Carson took his Whiskey and took a slip for it. “That is wonderful, Major.” said the Count. “And I would like to offer you a contract with my company, Timber Wolf Inc. TWI makes all type of stuff but there is a military department. Our famous product is the Transylvania body armor. All unit of the Dominion Army use it.”

The Count hands him a picture of the body armor. http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg

“Each suit sells for 5,000 Blood Credits.” said the Count. “This body armor is like a full body Kevlar suit. The helmet has a built in radio and a built in clean air system.”

“So, we will built as many as you want.” said the Count. “As long as you have the money.”

"I am intrigued by the armor design. I will set up contracts once I am ready to rebuild the Ceyolian Military. For now I am most concerned with setting up the new economy, so I can have the money for these devices."

Coatl turned to Slosovoski.

"That sounds good, but keep in mind I am an independant consultant. I still have my own business to look after, and will be taking contracts from outsiders still. After all, in this business, it's risky getting tied down to one employer. Too many people looking for revenge, or a quick way to get a name. And if I stay in one place, it's too easy for them to find me. I assume this arrangement will be satisfactory?"

"Its what I had in mind." Slosovoski said contently. "I will have work for you eventually, provided you don't harm any of my, The Dominion's or the Romanokovski's interests."

Coatl turned to Slosovoski.

"That sounds good, but keep in mind I am an independant consultant. I still have my own business to look after, and will be taking contracts from outsiders still. After all, in this business, it's risky getting tied down to one employer. Too many people looking for revenge, or a quick way to get a name. And if I stay in one place, it's too easy for them to find me. I assume this arrangement will be satisfactory?"

Clavain gestured to Coatl with a hand. "I am afraid I must concur with my colleague. I too am far more strongly tied to another employer, and so any work I do for the new Ceyolian regime will be on a somewhat infrequent basis, and at the discretion of my primary employer. However, provided I am allowed to come and go from Ceyolia as I please, with no questions asked, I would be more than happy to provide my expertise."

Let them stew over that one, Clavain thought. If only you knew who I really worked for...

OOC: Just FYI, Delta One is the top agent for the HCIA, or Halberdgardian CIA. Kind of throws a kink in your perceptions of him, eh? ;)

I am intrigued by the armor design. I will set up contracts once I am ready to rebuild the Ceyolian Military. For now I am most concerned with setting up the new economy, so I can have the money for these devices."

“Good.” said the Count. Then he listen to two men, they were assassins during the hit war. I will have their heads, if they do anything wrong. he said to himself as he drank for his glass.

"We will probably have use for military advisers in the future. I understand your commitment. Hopefully your employer's interests won't harm ours."

"We will probably have use for military advisers in the future. I understand your commitment. Hopefully your employer's interests won't harm ours."

"I believe that your interests and my employer's interests are rather disparate, so there should be no conflicts."

He scribbled something on a piece of paper, and then handed it to Slosovoski.

"This is my e-mail address. You may contact me there if you wish for me to provide you with my services."

Slosovoski would note that it was a seemingly normal e-mail address, but it was actually a front address for an anonymous routing system that Clavain employed; the system worked whereby all contacts would send the mail to the front address, which was scanned for viruses and other harmful programs by the staff of the service, then forwarded to Clavain's real e-mail address. His actual e-mail address was stored in a file on one of the service's numerous servers, and the file was encrypted with a 4096-bit key. No employee at the service could access and distribute Clavain's real contact information, even if they wished to, because the computer randomly assigned it the key; no human knew it, and thus no human could decrypt it.