NationStates Jolt Archive

Nobody cared about the Republic, nobody. Not one single person, only some random nations but essentially, it was still an isolated city-state. It was a sad situation, so our grand Prime Minister, Cornelius Ephestian, decided to think on what to do.

"Excuse me, sir?" Said his stereotypically attractive Secratary as she knocked on the door of the Prime Minister's office. "The Foreign Minister wishes to speak with you."

"Let her in!" He shouted.

Natalie Britannica entered. "Mr. Minister, what in the Hell are you reading?"

Cornelius was holding a large leatherbound book, he looked up at Natalie. "This... is the book that all aspiring Heads of State read, this, is "Diplomacy" by Sergei Ilyanov. He was the President of The Island of Rose. It's part of his series called "How to run a Country"."

Natalie raised her brow. "Isn't that that fat man who looks like Boris Yeltsin and talks like a buffoon."

Cornelius shifted his eyes left to right. "But he's a respected buffoon! And that's what I want to be!"

"A buffoon?"

"No!" Cornelius replied. "Respected. Now, it says that the most certified way to get attention is to either destroy an entire culture, which we can't afford, or two, have a party."

"What kind of Party, Mr. Prime Minister?" Ms. Britannica asked.

"A Party that will show the glory of the Republic!" Cornelius responded in pride.

"Prime Minister, the only glory we had was taken away when decided to destroy most of our rainforests. We're as glorious as a rat." Natalie said in an exhausted manner.

"Well the beauty of it is, they don't have to know that! Now, start making invitations!" Cornelius ordered.

"Err... can we afford this?" Natalie wondered. Not thought, but asked in a wondering... way. Ish.

"Out of my pocket, yes." Cornelius responded.

"Wow." Natalie said immediately. "You're that desperate? I would make a racial comment but that would be inappropriate for the audience."

"I understand, and yes I am that desperate!" Cornelius said. "Now away! I vant to be aloon..."

"Eh?"

"I vant to be aloon...!"

Natalie nodded. "Ah, marathon oldies, I understand."

To: Earth I-XX
From: The Republic of Halisnovski

The City-State Republic of Halisnovski cordially invites Diplomats,
World Leaders, and Executive Leaders (Ministers, Secrataries, Princes),
to a Grand Ball. The dress is casual-formal, the food will be Carribean,
the music will be active so bring you dress shoes! Oh and send an RSVP.
Look... sorry if this seems corny, but I need to make ti seem happy! I'll...
pay you if you come, just come dangit! Anywho... see you there. If not,
expectadeadhorse. I love you bye!

Natalie Britannica
Foreign Minister of Halisnovski

(You can pretend you're outside the glorious Villa or... fly on in.)

Bump

James Illiad Marex had been requested to serve as a representative at the party that the Republic of Halisnovski was throwing. Wearing a seafoam green shirt and a dark blue pants, with his unruly hair even more unruly than usual, he knocked on the door of where the party was being held.

Ms. Allison Archer, Minister of the Exterior (foreign affairs), was chosen to repersent The Commonwealth of Thergo at this 'party'. With her would be a detail of 2 Military Policemen armed with SA-80's and wearing black hoodies with a large Thergonese flag [ http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v353/winfieldscott/MP3/thergo2.png on the chest and the letters MP in white on each shoulder. Allison would wear a dark blue dress.

She walked on past the secuirty at the front gate. Prime Minister Pierce was desperate to reach out to the international world.

The previous PM had left the country on a bad note with the UN and the whole world when he forged Parlimential documents making it look like the generals of the Army and Navy were clear to invade the Rebel state of Honu, and he was impeached by an overwhelming vote of 294-6 in Parliment.

The Villa... oh Hell it looked like the White House, back to the story! Natalie (the Foreign Minister) opened the massive doors of doom to let the the two diplomats in. "Ah!" She said in a fake excitementish way. "Hello, welcome to Halisnovski. I'm sorry for any trouble traffic caused you, it is rather bad, I know."

She looked at the Thergan Diplomat. "I'm sorry, but your guards will have to wait outside. They can go the massive Fort outside the city, but we're handling security, I guess we forgot to mention that."

"Granted it'd be nice if you whacked the Prime Minister..." She said under her breath. "Eh? Sorry! Come on in! You're the... Thergan right?"

She then looked at the Theaon Diplomat. In specific, the hair. "Oh dear, do you need to use the bathroom, Sir?" It's bold because she meant it in an offensive way, women need to vent ya know. "If so let one of the guards escort you."

Ms. Britannica looked at one of the Guards, who was daydreaming. "Eh?" He said. "Oh, sorry Ms. Minister."

She looked at the Diplomats in shame. "That... would be a soldier that is part of our glorious Halisnovskian Defence Force... oy. Anyway, come on in! Please!"

(Thergoian please.)

"Dismissed guards. Just make sure the guys around the streets aren't as screwed up as the ones in there, or Pierce will kill me." Allison said. She walked in. In her blue eyes you could see her strong uninterst. "Hope it gets more exiticing. Do you guys have Wi-Fi or something here? I need to keep notes and e-mail it back to Eassu [the capital of Thergo.] Prime Minister Mevoriagan's pretty paranoid after what the last PM did.

"Not at all." James replied, "Thought it's a pleasure to meet a lady who is so sharp with her wit." He entered the villa, "Might you perhaps be single?" He asked of Natalia.

ooc: Plural of Theao is still Theao.

Natalie let the two two diplomats in. "Of course Minister, we have all of the modern extravancies of life in the Villa." A pause. "And yes, but we should be expecting more people to come soon, I hope..."

He face lit up immediately, an interesting story to tell at last, a deranged Head of Country story is always good. "Prime Minister Mevoriagan? Yes I heard something happened, but we've been consolidating our holdings so we haven't had time to go international." She raised her left brow. "What exactly happened?"

She then looked at the Theao Diplomat. "Yes, but I'm not looking for anybody. The reason is... because I don't want one. Thatandyou'reugly, now then how was the trip?"

"So. Before I tell you this tale of woe, terrorism, and unfornatate timing, you have to understand the situation in Thergo. In Honu the Hispanic majoirty lives while in the rest of Thergo is French/British. This man, Manual Pierra Roya Gonzolez, leades a militant faction in Honu known as the PIH. The Libretarian prime minister at the time, Alcabias Alkamendois, didn't quite like the idea of revolution.

He pleaded to Parliment to let Thergo invade their rebel state. But Parliment had debated for months and there was no conclusion. So Alkamendois forged documents using hacked computer feads to the Generals of the Army and the Navy to look like that parliment had voted in favour of this. And an inital invasion caused many deaths. Then the hurricane came and cost the death of thousands of soldiers. He's blamed for the deaths of 543 Thergoian soldiers, 932 Honuan Civilans, 300 PIH soldiers, and approxamentily 800 of Civantais Armnince men who were allied with us at the time. He is also blamed for the loss of the carrier Titan I, very important in Thergo's history and it's military today. Also the loss of the fridget Gog Magog.

He was impaeched by Parliment and in power today is Mevoriagan. He's very paranoid about what the international world will do. So he's had us attend all meetings with full secuirty detail. Hell he's probably got a satallite over our heads the bastard." She opened her laptop at a table near the front door and an official looking program popped up on screen. "And the trip, well I was transported on some military plane that has more weapons then it does AC. There was a humvee running half the trip and no windows. So it was horrible. Damn Mevoriagan probably never had to go on one of those he wouldn't know what it's like, Once I was on the ground I could tell what a butiful country you have."

"Was just wondering as hitting on a married chick is strickly frowned upon." James replied, "And you ain't exactly the bello'the ball yourself."

Natalie looked at the Thergoian. "Yes, you might've noticed some mining work too. We're digging uranium, not for nuclear weapons of course. I mean, why have the missiles if you're not going to use them? Of course if it was me I'd have my own porta redbutton, sad really of course. Yes this is an ancient City, a trading city no less, but we can defend ourselves... to a point. A small nation with an average economy can do so much." A sigh. "But yes it is beautiful in its own urban way, you know if Ancient Rome was modern and breaking apart because of the costant erosion."

She then looked at the Theao diplomat. "Well it's either me or an angry Austrian woman who's fifty years old who thinks she's twenty. That would be our Minister of Defence by the way, she'd be here but she's... well she's doing something official. The Prime Minister should arrive any minute."

"For truth?" He asked, "Well then," He bent over, taking her hand and planting a light kiss on the back of it, "It is a pleasure to meet you, I am James Illiad Marex." He said even thought he full well expected to get slapped.

She took her hand away from James' and chuckled with a hint of irony, I don't know why though. "I would slap you, but I'm a Diplomat. So I'll restrain myself."

A pause. "Now then, I suppose you'd like to negotiate some sort of deal between our two countries?" She then looked at the Thergoian Diplomat. "Oh and you too, I suppose both of you came into this cesspool for some sort of deal? And I'm very sorry that the Prime Minister isn't here. I wonder what's wrong with him..."

Meanwhile

"Wonderful, now it's stuck..."

(I'll get things more active when more people come, it's just how I am.)

"Yes...we need assistance. I'm wondering how good your reconnissence missions are?"

"Negotiating a deal would be beneficial, but I came primarily for the party." James replied, as he grinned at the fact that he remained unslapped.

Natalie looked at the Thergoian Diplomat. "Well, good due to the fact that our reconnaisance soldiers can sneak and spy their way out of anything; here comes the bad part. They don't train per se, they use tricks, horrible weaponry, and whatnot. But it works, thanks to them we took down a Kingpin who was really affecting crime in the city, now there is no crime. Except for the usual muggings, of course..."

She looked at the Theao diplomat. "And as for your party, that's going to have to wait, and I hope you have the time." She smirked.

(Remember, invite your friends :X)

"So they use any tactics necessary to complete their given mission?" James asked about the Recon Teams, "And I have deal of time for the party and other things..." He commented in a manner that said exactly what other things he was refering to.

An aid brought the invintation to the attention of the CEO of Gowa Industries. He glanced over it quickly then shrugged. "Send one of our diplomats. Say howdy, dance, drink a little, then have him or her kindly tell them to piss off." The CEO wasn't exactly known for being nice, and today was especially a brutal day. The aid bowed and oh so uietly left. The CEO really wasn't in a good mood today.


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Ultor Corporation VIP Transport Shuttle

And that's how the Diplomat twins came to be, sitting in the back of an Ultor Corporation VIP Transport ship, entering the Krowemohian Gate Generator for Earth, or wherever Halisnovski was.

Several hours later, The Transport Ship nears Halisnovski controlled airspace, and requests permission to land. Upon recieving it, the craft disembarks its two occupents, who are lead to the Glorious Villa.

The two catgirl twins were dressed in typical Krowemohian Diplomat robes, and as they appear to be greeted by a greeter, each bows and introduces herself. "I am Nanohu Slieve, and this is my sister Fate." The sister on the right spoke. Although, since they were identical twins, all they really had to do was switch spots and that'd really confuse everyone... "We are diplomats from the Corporate..." Nanohu started...

"... Empire of Krowemoh, and we represent..." Fate continued for her sister, before letting her have reign again.

"... Gowa Industeries." Nanohu finished what she had started.



((OOC: Is the uber cute but also somewhat annoying catgirl twins from space okay?))

"Mike, did you get this?"

First Partner Jay Tyler bounded into the Gray House office where President Mike Sarzo had just finished yet another pile of legislation that awaited his signature. The weeks and months following the war took a toll on Sarzo. Legislation that was drawn up, approved by Parliament, but never submitted for Presidential approval because of the war was now hitting Sarzo's desk. Hard.

"Not another appropriations bill," Sarzo groaned. "I'm tired of having to tell the guards that $10 trillion is too much for a training budget for one branch of the military!"

"That's not what I'm talking about Mike," Tyler said. "Here." He all but shoved a piece of paper at Sarzo. Sarzo looked at the contents of the paper.

"Party, huh? Hmm, let's see." Sarzo's eyes widened and Tyler saw a gleam that had been missing from them for a very long time. Tyler looked at Sarzo and beamed.

"What is it, Mike?"

Sarzo's eyes took on the kind of playfully evil look one gets when he concocts a scheme on the order of putting melted Exlax into a flatmate's pasta dish.

"They've got karaoke. And they want me to do Stevie Nicks."

Tyler laughed. The image of Sarzo's arms fully outstretched at his sides and parallel to the ground as his hair and jacket flapped violently through the artificial breeze caused by Stevie Nicks twirls came to his head. It didn't matter whether the song was "Stand Back" or "Fall From Grace," both Stevie Nicks solo rockers. What mattered was Mike Sarzo the President of the Incorporated States was going to take a backseat to Crazy Mike, the Clown Prince of karaoke.

"Can I come?"

"Of course! Where would Stevie Nicks be without Christine McVie?"

Both men laughed hysterically.

She looked at James, the Theao. "Basically, they're usually from the ghettos. Do you realize how fast you have to be? Now imagine living that life for... twenty something years? Granted there's rarely any crime, but we do have our ghettos don't we?"

She shrugged. "Hell I was raised in one. So yes, but it works." She then looked at the cat twins. "Oh dear... a Space Empire?" She asked. 'Those are probably fake anyway...' she muttered. "Oh well, yes hello!"

"We support corporations here, they rarely have to pay taxes." She stated. "But what does your corporation do?"

(Of course, just don't make us seem like a third world nation. Behave PMT not FT :P. Sarz, enter when ya want. I post tommorrow...!)

"See. We need someone to run into a heavily fortafied base and be Eyes-and-ears for our airstrikes. You're soldiers would have a long range of airstrikes and artillery to use. But we will tell you again...this is very dangourous.

Nanohu started to giggle, placing one hand over her mouth. "What doesn't Gowa Industeries do?"

Fate started, "Gowa Industeries is the lead maker behind the Metal Fake series of Mechanized Combat Walkers..."

Nanohu continued for Fate, "... Top supplier of arms and land-based assualt armor for the Krowemohian Armed forces..."

"And second only to Vector Industeries in terms of political power. Gowa Industeries is also responislbe for orginally bringing Krowemoh..." Fate continued...

"... Out of the Post-Royal Family Chaos and shape it into the Empire it is today." Nanohu finished, as usual.

"And between you and me, for ground based operations, Gowa's Metal Fakes are far superior to Vector's A.G.W.S." Fate chipped in as an after-thought.

Again the two bowwed, Nanohu speaking. "At any rate, perhaps this may be a step forward..."

"... In developing official relations between this nation and the Corporate Empire." Fate finished for Nanohu...


((OOC: Everytime I read that, I envision Nanhu and Fated dancing around each other and making funny poses with each sentance. But, they're not... >_>
And, AGWS is pronounced 'eggs.' Like, from chickens...))

James looked at the cute cat girls that were dreadfully annoying with their double speech. "Do you have to do that?" He asked of them, "And are you here solely for buisness with Halisnovski or are you interested in buisness with others as well, and does the party hold any interest to you?"

Nanohu shook her head. Of the twins, she appeared to be the dominate. "Not really. But we like to." She was, of course, referring to their double speech. "We are also here to establish connections with others who would be interested in a relation with the Corporate Empire, not just Halisnovski."

"We're interested in the party... But, there doesn't seem to be one." Fate chipped in. Nanohu nodded, agreeing with Fate.

"There might not be music, but would either of you care to dance?" He asked

Fate opened her mouth to speak, but before a word could come out, Nanohu grabbed by her shoulder, spun her around, and made her crouch, doing likewise herself. The two held an inpromptu secret meeting right there.

"Okay, we both agree he's cute?" Nanohu whisperes to Fate.

"Yeah."

"As older twin then, I get to dance with him."

"But sister, you always have all the fun. I wanna, just once." Fate oh so softly whined. "Please, sister?" Fate gave her twin sister the cutest begging face she could muster.

Nanohu got a sweatdrop, her eyebrow twitching. "Fine." The two stood, turned around, and Fate stepped forward.

"Umh... I wouldn't mind dancing with you."

Nanohu nodded, grinning. She quickly surveys the party, trying to pick out people to pitch to.

He grinned at Fate, "Is there a particular form of dance you wish to dance or shall we improv?" He asked as he was familiar with many forms of dance, and knew he'd enjoy dancing with the cute cat girl in front of him.

ooc: Et Lingua, Krow

Sarzo walked around the room quietly as the music blared, a bit too loud for his tastes. He felt out of place among people who looked like they were anything but the political types he had seen almost every day of his life since Sarzonia gained its independence.

He came upon a large binder that was unlabeled and he opened it, noticing a collection of letters and numbers. His mouth turned upward slightly when he looked closely at the lettering and he grabbed a slip of paper and a pen and began to scribble down something from the book.

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"Ladies and gentlemen, our next singer for the night hails from the Incorporated States of Sarzonia. Here to sing one of his favourite songs, please welcome Craaaaazzzyy Mike!"

Sarzo slowly scaled the stage and walked toward the microphone as the lights began to pulse and the aggressive guitars began to chug on the recorded track. His face took on a noticeable scowl as he walked up to the mike and began singing. Before long, he'd gotten to the chorus, "Stand back, stand back/In the middle of my room/I did not hear from you, well..." and his left hand grabbed the wire that trailed from the mike down the stand as his right hand cradled the mike itself.

During the bridge, he stepped away from the microphone, stretched his arms out parallel to the ground at about shoulder height, and started a spin that brought immediate recognition from a couple of people in the audience. Both were Stevie Nicks fans, and both thrilled at Sarzo's best impression of Stevie Nicks during Fleetwood Mac's Live in Boston performance of "Stand Back." As the song began to come to a close, he added another bonus as his right leg thrust out in a kick that brought more cheers of recognition from the Stevie Nicks fans in the crowd.

Finally, when the song finished, Sarzo smiled. Crazy Mike was back in force.

Fate smiled as she let James take her hand. "We can improv." However, the good King of Sarzona bursts into his rendition of 'Stand Away.' Fate grimanced, cringing. "Umh. Okay. Not all the music will be like that, will it?"

Nonohu never let Fate out of her line of sight. Being indentical twins, neither Fate nor Nanohu liked to be far away from each other. Although Fate was pretty preoccupied with James.

Grumbling, Nanohu strides over to the Karoke draw bin, taking a slip of paper and writing her name and the song she pplanned to sing. She pulls out a small, portable computer, making sure she had the song on it first. Once it was her turn, she'd knock their socks off.

"I don't think it will." He replied, wincing at a bad note. "When the music improved, would you like to start dancing?"

The lights went dim in the Main Room. A band suddenly appeared from under the stage. Then, the lights went towards the giant stairs that let to the Hall. Then...

Da na na na na na na na na, da na na na... the Peter Gunn/Spyhunter theme started playing! And coming down the stairs? A Blues Brothers clad Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian started going down the stairs, with two bodyguards dressed as Priests (can you see the Monty Python in this?) following him.

As soon as he got down the stairs Natalie looked at him with rage, raging rage. "... What the Funk did just do? Nigga can't you see this is a Formal Party? Why in the Hell are you dressed like Dan Akyroyd?!"

"Oh dear she's gone ghetto..."

Cornelius merely posed. "Because I can Ms. Britannica, and who the Funk are you to tell me how to dress?!"

"Foreign Minister Natalie Britannica!" Natalie shouted.

"That's right, and I'm Prime Minister. What you gonna do about that, nigga?!" Cornelius said with a grin.

'Bah...' Natalie mumbled. She immediately turned around smiling in a psychotic manner. "This is Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestian, Head of the Republican Party of Halisnovski and recently elected Prime Minister, of course. Alsougliestmanalive."

Cornelius bowed. "Yes, thank you Natalie thosearefake Britannica. Anyway, I'm sorry for the delay. I might as well get the party started. Band, salsa! But first..."

Suddenly a microphone flew towards Cornelius and he jumped on the stage. "Look outside the window, barometer's risin', humid's up, why... it's rainin' men! Omigosh it's rainin' men! Omigosh! It's rainin' men...!"

Natalie bowed her head in shame. "It's bad enough he's singin' the song, but he's not even getting the beginning right..." She said, then she turned to her guests. "Err... enjoy."

(I expect you to get... insane now. Seriously, go insane.)

Hearing about The Party, Empress Serena decided to come to Halisnovski. Dressed in a Royal Blue Ball Dess. The Empress of The Hatarian Empire had come and was soon walking to President Mike Sarzo of Sarzonia. "Well, well, President Sarzo," She said. "How is everything?"

Bump

Nanohu watched the interactions between the two with... A mixture of shock and disgust on her face. Her right catear twitches furiously, This... It's just a party. I'm sure that they don't normally act like this. Just, letting loose... Yeah, of course. They're letting loose tensions, and all that. Nanohu sighs heavily.

Fate expression was a perfect carbon copy of Nanohu's. "Oh, dear me... They're only joking, right? For their sake, I certainly hope they are only joking..." She looked to James, shaking her head sadly.

James was slightly surprised at the language tossed back and forth between Cornelius and Natalia, he also found the choices of song odd.

"Anywho," He turned back to Fate, "Shall we dance?" He asked

Natalie shrugged. "I apologize for my behavior, you have to understand though. When you work for such incompetance you have to hold it in and well... it was a Party. Oh dear I'm embarrassed. Anyway-"

She turned to the catgirls o' doom. "Your Corporation handles anything? How would you like to help the City contruct the World's largest Sewer System? There are other things we would like to do with it, but we cannot discuss this in public. But let's just say that we'll need air conditioning a good place to sleep every night in these sewers." She turned to James. "And I thought you wanted to dance with me, or have your eyes wandered already?"

"What can I say, I like to dance and you were busy, also I like Fate, I've never met anyone quite like her." James replied

Natalie scoffed. "I'm sure you do. Then you'll probably sleep with her promising your eternal love, only for you to leave her a note saying you had to go but that one day you'd return! But he never returned, instead he went out with the next girl and the other until one day you had enough and you had to blackmail him of that one thing he always did... I hate you Michael!"

A pause. "Not that that ever happened to me, I heard stories. So yes." She looked at the Thergoian Diplomat. "Oh and by the way, who does the airport belong to? What nation?"

"Who in the blue hell is Michael?" James asked, "And truth to tell, I'm still a virgin." He added in response to her accusation before it devolved into a rant.

Natalie was about to apologize but Cornelius walked in on the conversation after his... horrible rendention of "It's rainin' men". At this time salsa started playing and he extened his hand at James. "Hello, I am Prime Minister Cornelius Ephestion, but call me PMC. Has Natalie been bothering all of you?"

"I have not been bothering them!" Natalie asserted.

"Well I think you've been bothering them, now go." PMC responded.

"Your mother."

"Eh?"

"Yes Cornelius, right away." She said sarcastically. And she walked.

"Again I'm terribly sorry. You're the Theao Diplomat right? James? Well, I'm glad you had the time to come. Would you like to negotiate anything or would you like to talk crap? I have time to both." He chuckled at his own joke, whether it was funny or not.

Nanohu shrugged hopelessly, waiting for Fate to send the good Prime Minister her way.

Fate nodded to James, and was about to start to dance in beat to the salsa music, when Prime Minister Cornelius came along, started to speak to James. She politely steps back and allows the big boys room to speak freely.

Nanohu catches Natalie's attenation. "Okay, I am authorized to make deals and contracts on behalf of Gowa Industeries. Shall we discuss here, or would you prefer somewhere more private?"

"Perhaps after the party we can negotiate something, and no, Natalia wasn't bothering me." James replied, "Thought right now I'm here to dance with Fate is she's still interested."

Sarzo walked off the stage after his rendition of "Stand Back" and saw PMC.

"Birds of a feather flock together, I guess," he said out loud. He pointed out a laughing Tyler. "May I present my First Partner, Mr. Jay Tyler?"

Tyler was so busy laughing, all he could do was raise his right hand slowly.

"Sorry," he said. "Just watching Mike doing Stevie Nicks makes me laugh."

Natalie looked at Nanohu and shifted her eyes. "Follow me." She led her to a hallway which twisted in all sorts of strange directions, stereotypically but eh, my Villa my hallways. She then looked to her left. "We don't really need a sewage system. As you came here you might've noticed two smaller islands and a large plain on the main island, we are not allowed to build on the plain because that's for farming."

She continued. "And the two islands are either corporation owned or rebellious. And as you can notice, we can't group all our forces into one massive Fort because; quite frankly we'd be destroyed. So, we need men, equipment, and possible funding to build a large underground base that can double as extra sewage space. It has to be able to hold everything... everything."

She sighed. "Naval ships, aeroplanes, vehicles, men, and whatnot. It can be built anywhere on the main island or city, as long as it's under and connected to the city. What do you think?"

Meanwhile

Cornelius bowed towards James. "Go ahead, have your fun with her, I'll just talk to the only two who might've appreciated my rendition of the Weathergirls." He smirked. "Cornelius Ephestian, nice to meet you two. You must be the Sarzonians, I'm glad you took the time to come. A Naval superpower I heard. How's the party?"

(Is the sewer thing a bit fanciful? Yes. But hey, it can work >_>)

Nanohu nodded slowly. "I understand. I do believe we may be able to assist in the construction aspect, and for a very nomial fee, we can supply your men with top-of-line body armor and weapons, as well as several platoons worth of Metal Fakes." She taps one finger against her chin. "Although the MechWarrior Grade Realians will have to be leased from Vector, on top of any Weapons Grade Realians you'll want, and the Ultor Corporation will likely also want a hand in the pie as well. I think a joint corporate operation is in order then." She nods firmly. "We can most definately help you in all aspects of your operation."

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Meanwhile...
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Fate nods and gives the PMc a slight bow, before turning her attention back to James. "Shall we?" She offers her hand and allows him to lead...


((OOC: This will be my last post for a while. Got things to do. I'll be back later tonight, most likely. Feel free to piggyback Fate, Theao. LAters.))

James accepted Fate's hand and, as the music began, began to dance. He let the music flow throught his body to his feet and began dancing letting the style flow from both of them in a gestalt that was greater than the sum of it's parts.

Natalie shook her head. "No no no. We just need help with the construction, we don't need any weapons or armor. Granted it'd be nice to do some projects together with the H-Corporation, which is owned by the Finance Minister's brother, but that's out of my jurisdiction."

She smiled. "But yes, you have a deal with the Republic, we'll just need to put it through Parliament but it'll pass. But what should the cost be to build a massive underground base?"

Bump

Allison was becoming increasingly bored. She looked around. "Damn orders..when I get back to Thergo I'll kill Mevoriagan." she thought aloud. She needed to find some way to enjoy herself.

Serena Looked around, Waveing her Fan. She like Parties, and this one was good. But to Make it Better, The Empress of The Hatarian Empire decided to do something she did once when she was 19 at School....Spike the Punch.

She walked over to the Punch Bolw and looked around, then She Poored a Small Bottle of Hatarian Wine into the Punch.