NationStates Jolt Archive

"Oh..." The Sutan said, "well I guess we'll just have to wait and see."

"Not for long though." Tufaar said. "The dining room is just around the corner."

"Eat the dog? I've never eaten dog but then again I don't intend to have my people see me as a great leader that eats dog!"said the president. "perhaps some steak would be good! I've got some meat in the limo in a fridge, I'm also a cook aswell a leader" says President Bauer.

"So what's on the menu then?" Questiones the Dictator.

Remembering anti-human slave treaties, his large profits from indentured servitude, and the Accomplices lack of morals, Tufaar asked, "Are they human? Perhaps they can help the military." He had also remembered the F.R.S.S. army's extremely realistic training.
"Well, what sort of labor would they be doing? I would liike to know.

"Well, what sort of labor would they be doing? I would liike to know.
"...You'll be payed, so what does it matter? You'd kill them anyway." Tufaar answered.

"So what's on the menu then?" Questiones the Dictator.
"I believe they're serving poultry today." Tufaar answered.

"My children will be joining us momentarily. Maraque just isn't safe right now so I had them come here."

"Their not spoiled, are they?" Tufaar asked.

"They're adults. I don't think I spoil them anymore, if I ever did." the Emperor said, with a grin.

"It still happens. Supposed adults can have playboy lifestyle, sucking up tens of thousands." Tufaar said after a pause.

"My children don't engage in such vile lifestyles."

"I don't think they would. An apple doesn't fall far from the tree." Tufaar replied.

Moments later, the Emperors children arrived, giving $4,000 at the door.

Jovan, Deric, Krister and Siv walked through the door, each leaning down to hug their father, Krister getting his coat stuck on a part of his fathers wheelchair.

"I'm glad you made it safely." The Emperor said to all of them. "You must be hungry, dinner?" he said to them.

"You're right. However, I would like to know to make sure they are doing some hard labor of some kind.
Moreover, how much would the Empire receive, anyway?"

"You're right. However, I would like to know to make sure they are doing some hard labor of some kind.
Moreover, how much would the Empire receive, anyway?"
Become extremely nervous at the possibilty of his slave trade, and the people who recieve them, and for what uses, Tufaar said "92 cents a pound not including bones, I mean!... "

"Your children are lovely, Emporer. It is a pleasure to meet you all." He said, facing the group.

"Oh, so i suppose your 'Gaurdians' just stare people down and scare them away?" The Sultan replied, "And if not, how do they protect your 'community'?"


Chrystaia answered. " No, no one is 'scared away'. You can't be 'scared away' from a place that you are not aware even exists. That is how we're protected."

"Then why don't your Guardians go on these journeys? And what would our 'violent societies' have to offer you anyway? Why did you come here specifically? Why not to to the UN headquarters or something?"

" Because the Guardians guard, not travel. As I said, we came here as part of a random path we're following. This looked like an interesting place, so we stopped in."

"I believe to join this club, you have to give your homes coordinates, and to build trust, said coordinates are free for members to see." claimed Tufaar, pointing the gun at the brats.

OOC: Tufaar doesn't have a holster with him, He got it from the gun shed, as mentioned. He brought it out to show how effective the Club's security is.


" We're not joining the 'club'. We're just passing through. "

"Since they are a peaceful race, how do you think the citizens of Wiccan Shadows would react if we hold them for ransom? Wouldn't they have to pay because they have no military or anything to stage a rescue?"


All four ladies stared at the speaker simultaneously. " With all due respect, before you took a half-step towards us with malicious intent, you would be transferred to a place far from here, where you would have ample time to consider the error of you ways. In due time, you would be returned to to your people."

"Your children are lovely, Emporer. It is a pleasure to meet you all." He said, facing the group.

"It's quite the pleasure meeting you as well." Said Jovan, the second oldest of the group, at 24 years old. They each gave their welcome as well.

" We're not joining the 'club'. We're just passing through. "
OOC: Then get out! Most people have headed to the dining hall anyway.

The Sultan heard shouting from the lobby and excused himself from the dining room. "I hope there is no trouble here?" He asked.

The Emperor and his children made their way to the dining hall. They found seats and sat down.

Taking a seat at the table, Tufaar waited for the meal.

" If I may I'll be in the kitchen making BBQ ribs, my guards are starving, anyone else want ribs?"said the president.

Before heading to the dining room, Tenarius turned and addressed the Wiccan fools.
"Your ways of peace and love talk to a large idea of those foolish ideas of liberalism! I cannot believe such a society can exist among humans.
My government, where I run the Empire, is naturally superior.
Now, my little fairies, if you'll excuse me, I will have some shark and swordfish to comtemplate."

Before heading to the dining room, Tenarius turned and addressed the Wiccan fools.
"Your ways of peace and love talk to a large idea of those foolish ideas of liberalism! I cannot believe such a society can exist among humans.
My government, where I run the Empire, is naturally superior.
Now, my little fairies, if you'll excuse me, I will have some shark and swordfish to comtemplate."

" Well, m'lord Tenarius, on that note, we'll take our leave. Blessed Be!"

In an instant, the ladies were gone, leaving behind the scent of fresh-cut roses.

"Che, what fools."
Tenarius put out the cigar, and turned to the Sultan.
"That would come to about 50,000 denari. I'll accept that."

The Emperor and his children were being surprisingly quiet for people who haven't seen each other for months on end. Surely there had to be something they've seen, done, or something of the like, but they all remained quiet at the dinner table. The Emperor looked at each of them sternly, with a look of "well aren't you going to say something?" but they couldn't read his thoughts, so they remained quiet.

"Anybody want ribs, there delicious" asked the president who came out holding a huge plate of BBQ seasoned ribs. Who then sat down and ate some ribs with his guards. "last chance for ribs people" says the president.

"I'll take a few." The Sultan said, snatching the last three off the plate. "These are delicious."

"I'd suggest the parrot." Tufaar said, eating a wing.

Two Gunships baring the Black Eagle of Zamnitia touch down just outside, the Consul of the Armed Republic of Zamnitia a country of some 300 million steps out and is surrounded by six Harbingers (elite guards) holding assault rifles and wearing Kevlar body armor, eyes probing for any danger to their beloved leader. He paid the necessary entrance fee and gave a courteous smile to all of its inhabitants before taking a seat.

The Dictator watched six alert-looking guards enter the room, folowed by a man who appeared to be their leader. As the man smiled to the crowd, the Dictator said,"Hello there, who are you?"

Motioning for the guards to leave the blonde haired blue eyed Consul stood up from his chair, "My name is Matthew Tyre Consul of Zamnitia. You probably haven't heard of the region but we have had minor trouble there lately with the old government, and when my administration took over we decided to break our isolation from the foreign world." He said offering him a handshake.

"I'm afraid I can not shake your hand without risking the possibility of crushing it. You see, my scientists have been experimenting with cybernetic technology and there are still a few kinks in it. I am the Dictator of Skillcrossbones. It is a pleasure to meet you."

"Cybernetic technology eh? Now that's an interesting idea, so far we have been using genetic manipulation on most of the army including my guards over there and myself," he said pointing to the black garbed Harbingers eyes focused on The Dictator and yet still scanning the surroudings, "I dont think you will crush my hand, with the work my scientists have done." He said laughing but putting his extended hand back into his pant pocket, "But anyway what is good here?"

"Actually, I'm not quite sure. I guess what ever you order thay will make. I suppose its the same as their drink policy. If they don't have it they will send out for it," said the Dictator as he leaned back in his chair. His hand twitched and shattered the glass he was holding. "Damn, it happened again!" exclaimed the Dictator as he summoned over an employee to clean the glass and bring a napkin.

Two employees comes over one to clean up the mess the other for the Consul's order.
"Sir have you decided?"
"Yes I think I will have a couple of lobster tails and a 9 oz. filet mignon, that flight made me hungry, also bring me your highest quality Cognac. As for my men let them order whatever they want."
"Yes sir."
Turning back to the seated Dictator and taking a seat, "So what's new on your side of the world?"

"I would like some spring water, along with shark and tuna."

The Emperor ordered a simple steak, while noticing the new arrival. "Hello. My name is Stephen Norris, the Emperor of Maraque. It's nice meeting yet another esteemed leader."

"Always a pleasure to meet a fellow leader Stephen."

And these are my children, gesturing towards the four young adults. They kept quiet, with a slight sigh from the Emperor. "They're being a little difficult today, it seems I wasted my time raising them." The Emperor said, looking at them all with a harsh look.

"Children can be dificult sometimes I have two myself a son of 18 and a daughter half that, their are good times and bad times but mostly I only remember the best times." He said smiling.

"Such a shame my children are being this way. One of them, after all, is going to rule after me. Not a way a future leader should act."

That made at least one speak. "I'm Siv." The Emperor's only daughter said. "How are you today?"

"That's better." The Emperor thought to himself. The three boys still kept quiet and to themselves.

"Hello Siv, I am doing fine, thank you for asking." Turning to the Emperor, "How old are they?"

Lt. Col. Haz Blik jumped down from the old JEEP CJ-5 and looked the place over. It was kind of a fancy-shmancy place. Lots of plate glass and potted palm trees. Real slick. Probably cost ten bucks for a beer.

" Corporal, just hang loose here for a few minutes. I wanna check this place out."

" Yes sir. Uh, sir? Do you think me and Albee here could grab a beer.....or two?"

" Yes, corporal. I'll relieve you when I get back. Be careful here. There's a lot of smooth talkers in a place like this. Don't antagonize any of the other nation's guards. There's only the three of us."

" Yes sir."

Blik strolled towards the bar, his anticipation of an ice-cold cool one making him step a bit more quickly. He shouldered his rifle and bellied up to the bar. " Bartender! Two Millers and keep 'em coming!" He downed one quickly, then started on the other. As he looked around, he noticed all kinds of characters in the lounge. Kids, too. And lots and lots of armed soldiers, both inside and out. Well, he wasn't looking for trouble, just a few minutes to relax before he headed back to report to the King.

"18, 21, 24, and 26." (OOC: Krister, Deric, Jovan and Siv, respectively) The Emperor said.

"Pity my son may be too young for you, I assure you he is quite good looking just like his father." He said laughing, glancing over at a man drinking at the bar. "My daughter is Eva and my son's name is Alex." The food comes just at this time "you all are welcome to join me at my table. However I apologize if I eat quick, I have a rally I have to prepare for."

"That'd be nice." The Emperor said, making his children get up and follow him to the table.

"What's the rally for?"

Nodding in appreciation and gesturing to the lavish seats the place had provided.

"A trifling war," he said sitting himself. "Some upstart in a neighboring country took a few steps out of line and attacked a tanker of ours, apparently my men killed his father when I took power and he harbours a grudge against me, the people already cry out for war, I will just convince them to yell a little louder, show off our power and whatnot." Finishing he took a sip of the strong Cognac.

"It should not last more than a month anyway the country is small and he is losing public support by the hour. I am hoping to end it without many casualities after all many of the citizens are our brethern."

OOC: Anybody know what happened to our host, exponent?

The sultan finished the ribs and walked over too his body gaurds, he instructed them to tell the other gaurds they could take a break for food. after that he headed back to the President to camplement him once more on his excelent cooking.

"I hope everything turns out well for you." The Emperor said. "I've found holding grudges against people takes too much energy. I used to hold grudges quite often in my early years as Emperor."

Blik decided that as long as he was here he might as well grab something to eat. " Bartender, could you rustle me up a double buffalo burger? Extra onions and mushrooms, please."

The bartender punched it up on the register. " How you gonna pay for all this, soldier?"

Blik reached into his pocket and pulled out a handful of gold coins, tossing two of them on the bar. " This should take care of it, no?"

The bartender stared at the gold coins, eyes bugging out. " Them real, soldier?"

" Solid gold. Why, isn't it enough? I knew this place was gonna be expensive."

" Soldier, those coins will buy you all the burgers you can eat for a week. Beer, too."

" Well, in that case, cook me up two more and toss a six-pack into the order. And keep the rest for yourself."

" You got it, soldier. Comin' right up."

"I dont hold grudges either, after I took power all those that I disliked met with unfortunate accidents or fled the country," he said eyes twinkling, "I keep my friends close and my enemies in the ground." He said chuckling as he dipped a lobster tail in butter.

"Who's the soldier that forgot to pay the entrance fee?" He said looking over his shoulder as two of the Harbingers watched the soldier closely, they were suspicious of military types not baring the black eagle of Zamnitia.

I saw a couple more of them outside," said the Dictator while picking at a tray of orderves.

Chancellor Blackhelm walked into the club, looking horribly dissheveled. "Gentlemen, while you have been here, a horrrible plague was raging through Exponent. Paradise City was spared, but only by a military quarantine. The nation of Exponent has become renamed the Blackhelm Confederacy. All former agreements will still be kept. We will be in need of aide to recover from the epidemic, as there are still villages afflicted. Thank you"

"Oh my goodness. Anything you need Chancellor, Maraque will gladly help." The Emperor said, shocked at the news. His children noticably shocked aswell.

"I hope you aren't suspecting any of us of bringing the disease here," said the Dictator, "and if there is any way I can help, I would be happy to. Would any of us be allowed to leave, since the city is quarantined and everything?"

"My power to do anything is limitless without communication to the Empire. However I'm sure some top government officials in Maraque have heard of this disaster and have contacted, or will contact you soon."

"Yes, we have already recieved word from your Vice Emperor, thank you. Now, I am sure that there are many people in here I must meet. Please, introduce yourselves. Also emperor, have I missed any important treaties?"

"No. Not that I'm aware of." The Emperor said.

"These are my children; Siv, Jovan, Deric, and Krister. They arrived just under an hour ago." The Emperor said, gesturing to them.

"Greeting Chancellor, you are still a chancellor, right? Anyway, I am the Dictator of Skillcrossbones. As I said before, our nation would be more than happy to help you. I was shocked when I heard the news."

"I will do my utmost to wire you some aide, perhaps some of my scientist's can be persauded to look away from our own borders to help out a bit. However I have pressing matters of state, so I will be taking my leave if it is allowed. My apologies for not being able to stay and help. By the way the name is Matthew Tyre of Zamnitia."

"Greetings, and a delayed welcome to Paradise City. Dictator of Skillcrossbones, do you have a name. Also, if you have any questions, I will b glad to answer them"

The Consul quietly left the restaurant followed shortly by the Harbingers, and stepped into the pelting rain. Moments later the engines of the gunships could be heard warming up as the multiple turbine egines spun lifting the Consul into the air.

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"No. Not that I'm aware of." The Emperor said.

"These are my children; Siv, Jovan, Deric, and Krister. They arrived just under an hour ago." The Emperor said, gesturing to them.

The Chancellor smiled at the children. " I am sure you will love it here in Paradise City. The beach is not to far, and Imperial Park is one of the largest amusement parks around." Looking back to the Emperor "How is the seccesion going, are things getting back under control?"

"Things are getting worse. The Tri Towers in Super City were attacked with biochemical agents. We've foiled other attacks, but there are massive riots throughout much of the secceeding territories. We caught two terrorists, and we may have found the President-At-Large, but we're not so sure yet."

"Dear God. How many were killed in the Tri-towers?"

"I don't have specific numbers, but around 60, and 300 or more were injured." The Emperor said.

"I had imagined higher numbers. It is still a tragedy none the less. Unfortunatly, we are not in a position to be aiding anyone right now, I hope you understand. I do apologize"

"No need to apologize. We're able to handle it. Investigators from two foreign nations are helping the investigation and have helped us tremendously."

"we have a rebellion in Divinity. We request military support from the Paradise Pact members, as our nation is unable to because of the plague. I am greatly ashamed to sound so needy, but we are a destroyed country."

"we have a rebellion in Divinity. We request military support from the Paradise Pact members, as our nation is unable to because of the plague. I am greatly ashamed to sound so needy, but we are a destroyed country."

ooc: any stats on the rebellion?

"If I know my cabinet as well as I think, they should be sending anything you need as soon as humanly possible." The Emperor said, feeling quite awful not being able to handle anything from here.

No. Not that I'm aware of." The Emperor said.

"These are my children; Siv, Jovan, Deric, and Krister. They arrived just under an hour ago." The Emperor said, gesturing to them
Even though he personally disliked children, Tenarius had to be polite.
"Greetings, children. I hope you enjoy yourselves here."
Finishing the meal, he relaxed and watched the others talk about some rebellion.

Upon overhearing about the rebellion in Blackhelm, Blik downed the last of hs beer and headed out the door. Lord Blade would need to hear of this.....

OOC: Demon, they're his children, but by age they're barely 'children' at all. :p

The Sultan was shocked by the chancellors story. "Of course DT will honor the pact. We haven't been spending much money latly and have plenty of surplus to help you. We'll start with sending 5 billion dollars in aide money and i will be sending as many medical personnel as i can find, along with the Armed Forces. They are mostly trained in urban warfare and gueruilla tactics, so i think they will be most appropriat for helping restore order."

"Thank you Sultan. I have not spoken with you in a while. Can I buy you a drink?" Lucius said. He was desperatly looking to get his mind off of the chaos in his nation.

"Sultan, I hear that you have been searching for an undercover cartoonist. My nation would be willing to participate in the hunt for her."

"What's this about an undercover cartoonist?"
Tenarius inquired, right before his cell phone rang.
Answering it, he talked with someone for several minutes, then hung up.
"My apologies, Sultan. I regret that half of the Praetorian Guards are busy at the moment, but there is always the possibility of 100 Blackwolf Guards to hunt down this liberal thug."

"A liberal thug huh?"said the president."Now who can this thug be? I can always help, my army of U.S. Marines are starting to become too big so... you can borrow some if you want!"
*cellphone rings* "excuse me"
*talks into cell* *ends call*
"It seems my nation has just declare war on another nation, that invaded our territorie, half of my Marines are dead out of 1 million" whispered the president in a grave tone.

"It seems that if anyone offers to help, they will suddenly be invaded and unable to help. However, I will still help both the Sultan and the Chancellor," said the Dictator. "My troops, although well trained, have not been in a full scale war, and the search for the Cartoonist and her followers will be good practice."

"Great, all your help is welcome, she has certainly stirred up quite a bit of trouble." The Sultan said, "the sooner we can get her off the streets, the better."

OOC:If you want to post in the actuall thread, here it is: Political Cartoonist Stirs Up Trouble in DT (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11057655#post11057655)

The Consul of Zamnitia walked back into the bar with a enegetic look on his face the ever present Harbingers following him silently. His eyes still contained the fierce pride as they always did but today they burned anew. He strode along the tables and picked out the one he was sitting at the day before.

"Espresso sir," one of the waiters offered.

"You read my mind," Matthew said reaching for the small cup.

As he looked around he saw familiar faces from his visit a little more than a day ago, along with a diverse array of new ones. They all looked deathly serious, a man he recongnized to be the Sultan of the DT had a determined look about him that radiated royalty.

He decided to wait quetly, perhaps the situation would unfold for him, besides best not to get mixed up in affairs such as the one going on without being asked. He sipped his espresso in silence as the waiter brought him a menu.

The Chancellor saw this new proud man walk in, and walked over 2 him. "Hello sir, and welcome to my city. You look happy today, care to tell?"

OOC: does Titawon and Spiral Sun still go here?

OOC: I can be here, if you need me for something.

"When issues resolve themselves I deserve to be happy do I not," he said laughing giving a cheery smile.

"My troops were moblized for war against a neighboring country who's leader had funded a terrorist operation on our shipping lines, however during my national rally a couple of patriots parted the crowd carrying a limp body, and lo and behold its the opposing leader." Matthew said pausing to take a sip of the espresso.

"My troops were able to take the country wiht no casualities, we were basically welcomed in. Have you ever heard of a war that lasted less than 24 hours, inconcievable," the grin immediately left his face and a look of seriousness overshadowed it.

"What's going on with the Sultan over there?"

OOC; I still come her.

"Well that is good news. Tell me, who was this other nation?"

"Some young upstart named Charles Trivon took over a small country named Asilah recently. It was an area that fell into dissaray during the revolution that made our great country, however now they are once again part of the Zamnitia Empire," he said summoning the waiter over with an outstretched hand.
When the waiter had taken up his cup and taken his order Matthew continued,"But anyway enough about our meager internal affairs, what is happening in DT?

The Sultan overherad a conversation mention his countrys name, he excused himself from the president and walked over. "Hello, I am The Sultan of DT. I couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Lately a radical reformer has been causing a lot of distress in my country. She is proficient in the use of demolitons and rifles. She is apparently trying to influence the overthrow of the government. Several nations here have offered help, but her actions become more extreme with every attack." The Sultan said with a sigh.

OOC:Political Cartoonist Stirs Up Trouble in DT
(http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11057655#post11057655)

"Well I can help out a bit, my army has already been moblized for a prior engagement that worked itself out. I could spare about a division or two for your protection if you would allow it."

ooc: in the Zamnitian military a division consists of 500 infantry

"Excellent news! General Blueshield has reorganized part of the army. They are heading up to aide the foreign soldiers in Divinity. I hope this all ends soon"

A tall slender man about 5"9' tall came inside the club.

"Mr. Blackhelm? Hello. I'm a Representative for the Secular Empire of Maraque. Emperor Stephen Norris seems to have died. His plane crashed after taking off from Paradise City to attend to matters back at home. His plane went down 25 minutes from Maraque in Maraquean waters."

"Dear god.....I..I feel terrible. Is there anything I can do for the family. If I can be of any assistance, please..let me know."

"The family is doing fine considering. Reasons for the crash are still unsolved, but we're getting closer to the cause."

The Chancellor, visibly distraught, sat down at the bar and ordered a scotch. Then he began conversing with the nearest honor guard officer.

"How sad, I only met the man once but he seemed like a genuinely good person, if there is anything I can do please do not hesitate to ask." The Consul said leaning back in his chair non-chalantly.

The Sultan sat down at a table and ordered some onion rings from the kitchen. His plane crashed, thats awefull he thought. Mabey i should take a limo back...

Magesha and Kiku walked in. Magesha was all smiles, and Kiku seemed happy, though, with that mask, who could tell?

"Wonderful news my friends. Minister Kiku has agreed to become my Empress!" Magesha said.

"Well finally, good news! Everyone, a toast to Mageasa and Kiku! Where is the wedding? We would be honored to have it here"

"That has yet to be decided." Kiku said.

"Strongest drink you got." Magesha said in response to the offer.

"Well, what the hell. You can't change the past." he stood up and join everyone else in the toast.

Sure ya can!" Tufaar claimed. "You just haven't been trying hard enough."

"I think here would be lovely. Course, our six children will have to come, and a Monk, but that's it. My 133 adopted children shall just have to stay home." Magesha said.

OOC: You din't think he actually fathered 139 children, did you? :D

Another tall man wearing an all black suite and an earpiece walks in, paying the $1,000 at the door.

"Mr. Blackhelm? Yes, I'm an Imperial Secret Service Agent for the Secular Empire of Maraque. I'd just like to inform you that investigators have found out that the plane crashed because someone unauthorized to work on the plane was granted access. It seems this was a staged assassination attempt. It appears as though Imperial I was tampered with before the flight here to Paradise City, and was meant to go down over Maraquean waters on the way back."

The man stood before him for his reply, then swiftly left the club to never be seen again.

"Well, do they know who did the sabotage?"
Tenarius thought a minute, smiled, and said,
"Right now, in retaliation for the rape of a foreign royal, I have begun furthering my elmination of the Muslim religion. I'm quite pleased that now over 25% have been neutralized"
He smiled, and lit another cigar.

"We would be glad to host it. Feel free to invite as many people as you want, We have more than 1 floor, and if you wish the ceremony can be held on the golf course." The Maraquan man then approached and spoke to him. The Chancellors face fell deathly grim. "I..I should have done something. That plane was in Paradise City for weeks. Somebody should have seen it! Why didn't anybody see anything wrong with the plane!" Blackhelm then excused himself, and went up to one of the private rooms. Obviously, he was taking the death personally. "I swear, whoever did this will pay" he muttered.

The Consul leaned back in his chair as the conversation shifted to the wedding. He raised his glass in a silent toast and drank the chilled wine down, it was his second cup he could not have another without risking his senses. Sitting he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Pulling it out in one quick motion he flipped it open immediately recognizing the ID and brought it to his ear and was greeted by a raspy voice.
"Hello Consul Tyre there has been a slight problem."

"Actually, we could do it in a few days. I have an aging uncle That needs to be flown out to take the place of my honorably deceased parents, and Kiku's parents still live. I'm sure the barman could provide the necessay tea. I think outdoors would be better though. Then there's the after party, we'll need a good local caterer. Any suggestions?" Magesha asked.

Kiku sighed. That tone meant he had already made up his mind.

"Oh, dont worry about the food. I will have the best chefs in the Confederacy here. But I do have a question. Will Kiku take off her mask for the ceremony?"

"Why? Its not necessary. We kneel and show our deep respect to our parents, to the ancestors, and to the guardians. Then we serve each others parents Tea. They accept and give us Red Envelops filled with Cash and precious Heirlooms. After this ceremony we are married and everyone drinks and parties all night long. During this long party, I change outfits several times as a symbol of my status and wealth. It is also at this time, that guests provide gifts if they wish, also presented in red envelopes." Kiku said.

OOC: And that's the basics of a normal chinese wedding.

"Well, it sounds like it should be a good time. Chefs have ben called for, and the golf course is being decorated. Now I have one question Emperor...Chiken or Fish?"

"And wine from the lower valleys of Zamnitian aged prefectly, truly the best in the world and I will not take no for an answer, I will have them shipped out in the morning. Do you want white or red?"

"Chicken. And Red Wine, for Red is the color of happiness and celebration." Kiku said.

"I didn't realize we were having this so soon. I wil send for my best suit immediatly." He body gaurd turned away and dialed aa number on a cell phone. Soon the fastest plane in DT was speeding twoards Paradise City with the suit securly fastned in the overhead compartment.

"Wonderful!, I am half chinese, i shall say i will be dressed in my bestest suit!, oh and here is your lucky money in a red envelope!"

(For real i am really chinese in real life :p )

Kiku thanked him and put it in a pocket.

Magesha walked away, and pulled out a minature device that looked like a cell phone, but really wasn't.

Planet of the Black Lotus, far far away...

Three elderly people are escorted to a waiting shuttle. It is the latest model, and is known as the flying grasshopper. It surges into space and takes off at great spead, heading for the club.

OOC: Well, I hope Wikipedia got the basics right. That's all I'm going with. If I would have been able to find Japanese and a few other asian countries, i would have mixed them into one unique style.

A large tabby cat stalked passed the surprised guards and walked straight to the Imperator of the Lotii... It deposited the sealed red envelope of bonds and securities by the suprised Kiku before disappearing into the crowded club.

The following news report went across all television screens inside the club...

BREAKING NEWS

ATRONS, MARAQUE (6/13/06) - The Maraquean government has just released a statement that says that Emperor Stephen D. Norris is actually alive.

The statement claims that the news reports of his death just hours after the accident were conducted by false information and that the Emperor is indeed alive.

Tonight he is a patient at Kingdom City Hospital, the most sophisticated and highly advanced hospital in all of the empire. The statement describes his condition as "critically unstable" and say his chance of survival is 25%.

He is suffering from a fractured skull which resulted in massive swelling and bleeding in the brain. He is currently in a medically induced coma. His daughter that assumed the throne just last week will resume power until further notice.

Into the club walks a woman wearing a dress made entirely from living plants. It is no thincker than a regular dress, but it is not simply cloth. It seems attached to her body. Not a peep of flesh can be seen below her flesh or above her knees though. She has red hair flowing into Green at the bottom. With her comes a man looking alot like her, Obviously her sun. He's wearing bright flashy clothing, much like an entertainer. He pulls a Bankdraft out of his pocket good for an EFT of 1,000 dollars.

The woman walks over to a bar stool and sits down. Her son sits beside her and entertains himself by playing with lightning, darting between his fingers.

The Chancellors face lit up. "Thank God" he thought looking at the TV. "Somebody contact the family, I dont know what to tell them, but say something. And I want the best doctors in the Confederacy over there. I hope to God he survives"

Looking back down, he saw the bizzare new guests and was taken aback. "Erm..Hello, and welcome to the Empires Club. I'm..uh..Chancellor Blackhelm, and you are?" he saidm staring wide eyed at the lightning passing between the mans fingers. "I must say, that is a lovely dress"

"Deuce, quit that, your scaring people." The woman admonished.

"Yes mother." he said he said in a voice that clearly said he was having fun and didn't want to stop.

She stood up.

"I am Lady Ri-an, head of The Ministry, and therefore ruler of Ri-an. This is my Son, Deuce." She said. She bowed.

"Hi." he said, holding out his hand.

OOC: He looks like Michael Jackson before his Child molestation days when he was still cool.

Swirling a glass of Cognac as the Consul watched the television he spoke to himself, "25% isnt that great but I am sure he will pull through, but it will be up to his children to rule in his stead and they never struck me as having a firm enough hand to lead a country."

Looking over at the strangely dressed but beautiful woman scolding a yonger man, most likely her son, he got up and introduced himself, "My name is Matthew Tyre of Zamnitia miss, it seems you are just in time for a wedding."

Turning to Kiku he spoke softly, "The wine is on its way, a couple of our most vintage bottles, truly it is a delicious brand, we are world famous for it."

A tall slender woman entered the club; "charge my credit card if you will please." The woman said.

"Is Mr. Blackhelm here? I'd like a moment with him." The woman said. The woman just happened to be the Emperor's mute daughter that was in here days earlier.

"Thank goodness the Emperor is still alive. I wonder who gave the media this false information?" Questioned the Dictator while eyeing the two peculiar people who walked in the door. "Who are they? The man reminds me of Michael Jackson, before his child molestation days."

"We're still investigating that, but the crash scene was near a public beach so anyone could have just ran to the media and said "the Emperors dead!" and it could have spread as truth from there." The Empress said.

"Shame it took over a week to get it out that it was false."

"I am Lady Ri-an, this is my son, Deuce. It is a pleasure to make your aquaintence. It took us awhile to learn of a place like this, but came when we did. Rarely do we manage to leave the realm of our own nation. Heck, I had to sneak past my guards just to get here. The 9 guardians would have an Apopelectic Fit if they new I slipped past them. And about my name, Lady is my first name, Ri-an is my last, though many simply call me The Lady, or Ri-an." Lady Ri-an said.

Deuce meanwhile had wandered over to Magesha and Kiku.

"Emperor? Minister? I haven't seen you since I helped you fight off that sorry sucker trying to smash your world." Deuce said.

"I..I thought you couldn't speak. This day is filled with surprises, your father is alive, mutants, your'e speaking. Well, it is fantastic to hear about your father, and best of luck in his recovery."

"Thank you." Kiku says in response to the wine.

Magesha turns to Deuce.

"What the Deuce are you doing her Deuce? your not going to burst into song again are you? I still haven't quite been able to restore order since your last concert. Ahh but diffrent circumstances. Come, you must stay and sing at mine and Kiku's wedding." Magesha said.

"I..I thought you couldn't speak. This day is filled with surprises, your father is alive, mutants, your'e speaking. Well, it is fantastic to hear about your father, and best of luck in his recovery.""Ah, Mr. Blackhelm, just the man I wanted to see.

I just want to personally thank you for sending those doctors, they've been helpful in his recovery. Also I'll be sticking around here a bit."

"Of course. Any member of the Emperors family is always welcome here. So tell me, what exactly happened on that plane?"

"Maybe I'll sing of Chaos and confusion, make things a little intresting." Deuce said with a mischevious glint in his eye.

"Nahh, I couldn't do that to you. At least not on your wedding. Now the day after, I ain't gonna make no promises if you catch my drift." Deuce said. Then, in keeping with his rather chaotic nature, he just suddenly walked off.

He walked over to the dictator of Skillcross bones.

"So where are you from? I'm Deuce, talented artist extrordinare from far far away." he said

"A terrorist cell connected to the President gained access to Imperial I several hours before take off from Super City International Airport. They planted a sort of bomb that was to be triggered when the plane took off from Paradise City back to Maraque, approximately 25 miles or so off the coast of Maraque.

The plane is inspected and luggage is loaded on board several hours before the flight, so investigators believe who ever planted the bomb was impersonating a luggage handler and gained unauthorized access through their connection to the President.

When the Imperial Guard on board Imperial I heard and felt the initial explosion they placed my father inside a capsule that ejected him outside of the plane before it actually hit the water and exploded. This capsule was not immediately found, and that is when the rumors of his death started to spread.

The capsule was found 14 minutes after impact, and he was taken to Kingdom City Hospital in secret for security and safety reasons."

In the sky a modified Lamba-shuttle lands and opens it doors.

Two men in dark blue Uniforms step out and spread to both sides of the open hatch one then stands to attention and say "all hail Emperor Belcameron II of the Phenixican Empire and it's colonies"

A man who is about 30 steps out slowly in a Dark blue&gold Uniform with a dark Cape flying with the wind.

When he reaches the bottom of the hatch he says in a Cold and serious voice "Wait with the ship guards, i have business to attend to".

"I would be pleased to help in any way if you want".

Really? asks the president. "good to have you on the team then" exclaims the president.

After finishing another whiskey The Sultan glanced around the club. What his eyes met with was a wee bit shocking. He rubbed his eyes and looked again to find they were still there. He look down at his empty glass and said to the bartender, "You couldn't just cut me off?" before walking off to the bathroom.

OOC: do I simply assume the proper time has passed and begin the ceremony, or what?

OOC: yea, i hav no idea how a chinese wedding goes, i was waiting for you to start, everything is set up on the golf course.

"I must admit President rescent events have left me a little ignorant. If you could please explain in more detail i will be able to get what you need from the Empire Resources".

"So where are you from? I'm Deuce, talented artist extrordinare from far far away." he said
"My Dictatorship is located on a ring shaped space station far from here. The station is of an odd design, the land where people live is facing the inside, and the rest is just dull gray metal. Air is kept in by an artificial atmosphere, and everything else is boring technical talk. It seems as though you aren't a very good singer, are you?"

At the appropriate time...

Magesha and Kiku walked forward slowly to a special area where his last living older relative was seated, and Kiku's parents where seated. They were sitting to the north. Magesha and Kiku bowed deeply, then kneeled, and pressed their foreheads to the floor. then they turned, and did the same to the East, the South, and the West. Then they stood, pored three servings of tea, which were then served to their parents. Their parents took the tea, and in return, gave them each a bulging Red envelope.

A bell rang somewhere. They were married.

OOC: short, simple and sweet, but that was all I could find. Oh well.

IC: Kiku backed off.

She reached up to her Mask made of fine China.

She pulled it up, and off, revealing that she was a beautiful woman approxamatly the same age as Magesha. her black hair fell down to nearly her waist adding a nice contrast to her Red robes. she smiled, and Magesha and Kiku embrased. Her mask dropped, and shattered, ending one life, and beginning another.

"My Dictatorship is located on a ring shaped space station far from here. The station is of an odd design, the land where people live is facing the inside, and the rest is just dull gray metal. Air is kept in by an artificial atmosphere, and everything else is boring technical talk. It seems as though you aren't a very good singer, are you?"

"Oh, that bit about Order and Chaos? its as simply as the nature of Creation itself. I am a lesser entity of Chaos. My powers depend entierly upon Music, namely what I am listening to. As a result, I can sing and perform remarkably well. That Chaos happened, because my Father, a being once known as the Shadowlord attacked the emperor's nation, merging with the evil spirit of the Dark Star Wormwood, and was threatening to destroy Magesha's world. I sang of Chaos, and the Laws of nature were lifted. The spirit world went into a state of complete confusion, and Wormwood lost its ability to progress. It took sometime, but the Laws of Nature were restablished.

But that's my power. I could sing of Thunder and lighning, and I could spawn from my song, a massive thunderstorm inside this very room. I could sing to you of a bright summerday, and take you back to the days of yore, when life was carefree. I could do many things." Deuce said

After Emperor Magesha's wedding.

Deuce and Lady Ri-an clapped politly along with the other guests.

"So we can finally see her face. That was a beautiful ceremony. Now people, the food is just over there." the Chancellor said, a tear in his eye. He then approached the couple, and handed them a money filled red envelope. "I hope this is right" he said.

Empress Kiku took it, and bowed slightly in return.

They lead the way to the feast.

Magesha held the chair out for Kiku, and pushed it in for her afterwards, then took his place beside her. He looked like he planned on staying there for a long time.

"Deuce!, you claim to be so good, show us your talent with song, and back up your boasting." Kiku called.

Deuce nodded. he spun around and became the spitting image of Elvis presly. He then proceeded to sing Love me Tender. Musical accompanyment came from somewhere.

Love me tender,
love me sweet,
never let me go.
You have made my life complete,
and I love you so.

Love me tender,
love me true,
all my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin' I love you,
and I always will.

Love me tender,
love me long,
take me to your heart.
For it's there that I belong,
and we'll never part.

Love me tender,
love me dear,
tell me you are mine.
I'll be yours through all the years,
till the end of time.

(When at last my dreams come true
Darling this I know
Happiness will follow you
Everywhere you go).

The Consul claps as Deuce finishes singing. "The boy is good you have to admit."

The KLM empire started firing nukes at them! bi bi

Who? Us?
The Sultan came out refreshed and gave the couple a red envolope full of money as the singer finished up his song.

Deuce spun around again and resumed his original form, which resmebled a medly of many diffrent noted stars of entertainment history.

He launched into a song with words that could not be writ upon any page.

The air got visably brighter, and grew sweeter, not the sickening sort of sweet, but the sort of sweet that was invigorating, even energising. Its effects would be felt by everybody, as their bodies actually healed themselves very slightly, with the over all effect of feeling a number of years younger than they really were. This effect would last about 30 consecutive hours.

Deuce stopped singing.

"That's my gift to you old man, I think you'll be needing it." he said with a mischevious grin on his face.

"Ahh, yes. Allow me to give you something not of a physical nature as well. Being the spirit of a world, it is something which only I can give." Lady Ri-an said.

She closed her eyes. Although she remained seated, she also seemed to stand, walk over to them, and enter their bodies.

"If you ever need help, simply call, and I shall come to you swiftly." She said.

Magesha turned to Deuce.

"I am Emperor. The day I need such help from you is the day I retire from the Throne, because clearly I will be too old to be fit to rule properly. When that happens I'm going to hunt you down and pay you back 1,000 times over for that." Magesha said with an equally mischevious grin. Deuce had once helped Magesha fight off a terrible menace, and the two had become good friends.

Kiku nodded.

"I look forward to regular visits." she said.

Magesha turned.

"So, where is this fine feast?" he asked out loud.

bump

"Ah yes, the feast" Chancellor Blackhelm said. "Just that way, in the great hall"

The hall had 10 large tables set up. It overflowed with the finest foods from all around the world. Outside, on the golf course, even more buffet tables and dining tables were assembled.

"Hey, now this is a feast." Deuce said.

"Indeed, I Pray they have not taxed their resources terribly." Lady Ri-an said.

Magesha and Kiku strode over to the feast.

"Oh darn, a feast, guess i'll have to change into something a bit more apropriate." She said dryly.

She wasn't gone more than five minuetes when she screamed.

Something appeared, and it was not pretty, nor was it happy.

"The Agreement she made for her life is voided, she broke the terms. The agreement was to marry a man for what he was, not what he had given her. You are emperor, it is obvious she cannot love you for who you are, only what you are. Your children by her will now die, living you heirless, and she will become naught but a pile of ash." It said, it had one big eye, and rough skin. From it issued a dark vapor from which many sharp claws sprang. Its only hand was squeezing Kiku tightly, slowly killing her.

Magesha stood, and unsheathed his Katana.

"Unhand my wife, or I shall unhand you." He said in a very threatening manner.

OOC: Bit of history, Kiku is now 43. When she was 20, The oni incursion incurred, to spar her own life, she agreed never to show her real face to anyone, however the Kami interferred, and said that if she marries someone she loved and truely loved her, than she could remove her mask forever. Magesha has 7 children by blood, all seven with her, all others, are only by adoption. This Oni is quite clearly wrong, as Magesha and Kiku love each other in the truest since of the word. Feel free to join in the fight.

"What..the..hell?" the Chancellor asked, rising slowly from his seat at the table. General Marcus Blueshield had come to the feast as well, and he to rose, medals clanking about as he did so. He drew his firearm, as did the Honor Guard around the room.

The elderly general pointed his silver .50 Kraven sidearm at the monster. "Unhand that woman" he announced. The guards quickly circled the beast, with their AR22A3 rifles ready, aimed at the beast. "I will not ask you again"

The Chancellor looked on in shock. "How did this thng even get in here?" he thought to himself.

Deuce stood.

"Dis be plum wrong. We're plum peacefully enjoyin' ourselves, and you's mosey on waaay down in and crash de party. Slap mah fro! Now Ah'm goin' t' gots'ta git trigga' happy" Deuce said in Jive. He spun around and was wearing a trenchcoat. He opened it to reveal more guns than was absolutly neccesary and pulled out a pair of Ak-47's.

Lady Ri-an just sighed.

"Demons, will they never learn. To answer your question Chancellor, that, Oni, as they call it is a Demon. It has magick powers, and probably used them to bypass your security. You gentlemen seem to have this, I shall wait behind to heal any who get injured." She said.

Deuce strode forward to join the Chancellor's men.
"Drop de mama, now!" he said.

The Chancellor shot a look at Lady Ri-an. "What..How did you know..I never asked anything" he said.

I learned Psionic powers from the Aquamarinians. That thought was floating on the surface of your thoughts, and I heard it as plainly as if you had spoken it outloud.

OOC: To avoid that in the future, simply post that its a private thought, and ICly, it'll be beyond her reach.

OOC: I dont really mind, its cool she can read minds, but i did say he thought to himself.

One of the Honor Guard advanced up to the beast. "Lets just put the nice lady down, a'right?" he said.

A isa dropship landed outside the club and out gets three woman and one man
they walk up to the guard at the door.
o shit not you again said the guard when he saw it was wolf u not here to start a war are you ? ask the guard to wolf.
no iam here for r@r with the three lovely ladys and i need one room to stay in
an you can see all so that my wovles are not here as they at home and the only weapons i got on me is my 48mm w4 handgun and 9.99mm w130 rifle and the ladys all have a w4 in their handbags.
ok sir thank you for that er want you need four rooms sir? ask the guard
no one is ok said wolf who gives the cash fee of 40000 to the guard and walk in carrying the bags and leading the ladys.
the guard turns to his mate did u see those woman i tell i be happy with them in my bed.
yer me to luckily S.O.B said the mate.

"Those weapons will have to be left here, you can have them when you leave" a guard said to wolf.

The Consul Tyre nodded to his Harbinger guards, the men moved forward slowly weapons drawn aimed at the beast their Prosthetic eyes lining up the shots, the Consul continued to sit non chalantly with a glass of Zamnitian wine in his hand. Whispering to his men, "Do you have a clear shot?"

"Yes sir," his earpiece returned their voice so none others could hear.

The Consul's eyes turned to the demon. "A fight with a demon is not something that I wish to go forward with, but if it doesnt release the girl open fire."

"Ms. Ri-an will bullets even affect this thing?" Tyre said pulling a military issued hand gun from his coat pocket.

ok i will have to place them in this metal carrying -case as all isa military weapons are DNA coded an would kill some one who is not the owner what the hell who shooting?
OOC i like to help kill the demon? so if that is ok let me know an i have wolf run off to were the shooting is came from to help.

The black fog swirled around Kiku taking her away.

"You'll have to kill me first." It said.

It let out a deep growl, and cracks opened in the earth, a bunch of skeletons clawed their way up from the underworld, and ran at everyone besides Magesha. Each skeleton was using a leg bone like a weapon.

Magesha moved in close, and his Katana moved like a blur.

The Oni roared in pain, and fought back, words cannot describe the ferocity and intensity with wich these two fought, one for love, one for hatred. If anyone looked, they would find Magesha's Katana was glowing.

OOC: Go ahead. I can promise you will at least have a large number of skeletons to entertain yourself with. Since I get on at diffrent times than everyone else, feel free to take both sides of the battles with skeletons, just make it entertaining.

"Ms. Ri-an will bullets even affect this thing?" Tyre said pulling a military issued hand gun from his coat pocket.

"It depends upon what its made of. Demons have regenerative powers, and things like a simple bullet will not kill it easily. If it is made of pure Silver, knowin in the Magickal world as Mythril, then It will invalidate the Regeneration in the areas it touches. however, there is one other thing that I can do to help." She said.

She closed her eyes, arms spread wide. White Energy spread from her, and touched everyone's gun. Each bullet they fired would bear her holy enegy as a World Spirit upon it and thus inflict Damage that could not be regenrated by the Demon, or the skeltons it had summoned forth.

The rest was up to them and their aim.

She looked at the skeletons approaching her. She laughed. She pointed at them. They suddenly crumbled to ash as a volcanic eruption opened beneath them. both skeleton and Lava disappeared a second later.

"Kill that son of a bitch!" General Blueshield shouted, before firing his gun, the recoil knocking his hand up alittle, but he was strong enough not to have the gun go flying. The Honor Guard began pumping bullets into the beast, as others got stuck in hand to hand combat with a group of skeletons that seemingly came out of nowhere.

The Chancellor had no idea how to react right now. "Uh..Lady Ri-an..help" he said nervously.

Wolf turns to the three ladys you to stay here.
With stand rifle/grenade launcher assualt rifle in hand turns and runs down the hall.
On arriving on the scene of the carnage raises his rifle and lets rip a steam of tarydium crystal rounds at a bunch of skeletons who were trying to sneak up behind the chancellor.
As the last spent case hits the ground so does the rifle as wolf reliezed he could not use the 30mm grenade launcher at the demon as to many people were close to it so he pulls out his one of akind clear blue sword bayonet made out of refined glass ore and charges to wards the demon.
Fighting skeleton with his sword bayonet an kicking and punching like a master of the master arts expert long the way.

ooc this gooding to be fun.oh and the imperial isa weapons are modify copy of the isa ones in killzone. but wolf has modifyed his to his liking and can we please have the master demon call for more skeletons as well other demons.

The Dictator strolled out to see many of the guests fighting a demon. "What's going on here?" He questioned, and quickly pulled out his two pistols and approached the crowd.

OOC: Would blaster/laser, FT type weaponry have any effect on the demon?

OOC: I don't know, what would FT weaponry do to common human bone? Ash usually blows away in the wind. Since everyone's having fun, I'll let it drag on, just remember, Magesha and the Demon are embroiled in hand to hand combat, which means that you had best be snipers with them shots at the Oni, or you'll end up killing Magesha.

Magesha Kicked the demon, it took to wind and flew outside, Magesha followed.

From where the Oni stood, Came a massive Worm. It writhed and convulsed in pain. It looked at all the people and roared. Eating soothed its pain. So it lashed out at the nearest group of people.

OOC: Ri-an, take it away, its a D&D Fiendwurm. You know more.

OOC: Right, once and for all, all weapons can do atleast minamel damage, due to Ri-an's holy blessing spell. The Profane and the Profound are basicly elemental opposits. Also I'm not the best at Fiendwurms. I ate the group of adventures I was DM'ing.

IC: Lady Ri-an stood, and stood infront of the entire group. She Spread her arms wide, and the air shimmered infront of the entire group of defenders.

"Shoot and do not fear the Jaws of the Worm, it cannot hurt you. No matter what, don't stop shooting." She said.

Deuce dropped his weapons, and walked outside the sheild.

one could almost hear the old Disco hit "Kung Fu Fighting" by Carl Douglas playing. Deuce adopted a well known Kung Fu stance, and awaited the worm.

IF someone was looking they would have seen wolf with his rifle following Magesha and the demon outside and if some was close to him they would hear him muttering i may not know this mans name but going to watch his back becouse someone has to.
Outside wolf was pouring round after round into demons and skeletons alike.
A portal openned letting out more skeletons wolf takes aim switching the switch to the grenade launcher and pulls the trigger a second later boom 40 of them are in litte pieces next second wolf is surrounded 400 to 1 odds that wolf liked.

The Worm hiccuped and minor oni came spewing out of its mouth, skeletons stopped appearing.

OOC: Same rules for weapons apply, everything can do minor at least thanks to Ri-an's blessing spell. However minor Oni (Demons) are tougher to kill requiring more hits, and have a better chance of injuring you. The Worm cannot hurt you directly Ri-an will have to post about the shield vs. the demons (Oni).

The Shield held strong against the demons, until they started ripping into Ri-an. Deuce walked over, and unleashed a marvelous flurry of Kung-fu moves agai nst the demons, the Worm, and anything else that came near her.

OOC: I thought about it last night Here is the following:

One skeleton equals two well placed MT gun shots to the head, or one FT gun blast to the head, or for both, removing 2/3rds of its skeleton.

One minor Oni is worth 30 MT bullets, 20 PMT/NFT shots, or 10 FT weapon blasts. Deuces fists are magickal in nature, and it takes 5 strikes from his fists to kill a demon, and he was just rippin skulls of skeletons. while shooting at others.

Magesha's Major Demon which is not as strong as they get, trust me, is worth 300,000 bullets, MT 250,000 NFT/PMT, 200,000, FT or 100,000 hits with Magesha's Katana, due to its Strong Holy ability.

The Worm, is half of Magehs's Demon.

The Dictator crouched behind some debris, wondering why he didn't bring some guards. He peered over the debris and watched the fight, realising he would probably hit Magesha, so he slowly walked closer but a skeleton sprinted for him and he unleashed a hail of fire on it before it could get closer. He decided it would be safer to stay back. :mp5:

The Honor Guard in the hall were quickly outnumbered, but refused to call reinforcemnts from the barracks across the street. They did not know what they were fighting, but thought they could probably handle it. One of the men was badly wounded when a skeleton caught him in the back as he was firing at the worm. Gen. Blueshield was almost out of ammo for his gun, but continued making wel placed shots to the skeletons heads.

Outside, four guards, guns raised, approached the demon that Magesha was fighting. "Look, lets do this nice and easy, just let the lady go with her husband, and leave"

"What a marvelous wedding" Chancellor Blackhelm said.

Lady Ri-an was weakened, and nearly dead from the demon attacks.

"Great sacred protector of the weak and innocent, I call upon thee to us from foul Hellspawn." she called out. Her words were heard everywhere, accross the street, thoughout the city, aroung the planet, accross the Galaxy, throughout the universe and beyond.

Then, something felt, diffrent. A strong sense of peace, and holyness. Then, a great white flash happened, and in their midst, was a being in great shining White Silver Armor, wearing a Gold Chain around his neck, with a holy symbol upon its medallion. He was seated upon a Horse, but not just any horse, it was a Winged Unicorn, known by some as an Alicorn, it was pure white, and seemed so Noble and majestic, as to put all other horses to shame. A Holy Aura visably eminated from him and his War Alicorn, and it was white, and blindingly so.

All the demons and the worm hesitated in fear. The man drew his Greatsword, made out of the same material as his armor. From it to, the Aura came.

Then the Alicorn stood upon its hind legs and kicjed forelegs, while letting out a feirce cry, and sread its wings wide, the man spread his arms wid, and both went black, creating a symbol that looked like a Winged Cross against a great white backround.. Then they charaged the Fiend Worm, going back to white.

Sign up New Britannian Empire.

OOC: You just walk in, pay the membership fee, and start chatting, all done ICly. Of course, the thread starter has the right to refuse membership or change the rules, but he (She?) hasn't yet, I don't think.

The Grand Duke of Toremal walks in, with his twelve toadies - he doesn't need guards, as everyone loves him. He sits down, and says a very interesting thing...
"Are there any other Grand Dukes round here? I'm sick of puffed up Sultans and Emperors."


You can see I've have such an imagainitive mind to think of that amazing post.

OOC: He

A guard walked over to the newcomer. "Where do you think your goin pal. Ya didn't pay. And there is a private party in the Great Hall, don't know i your allowed in."

We are not amused
Our payment was predone by the ducal bankers. and if there's a private party, than I'm a royal party-pooper.

"Ya gotta pay at the door my man."

A fat jolly blue man sat on a cloud in front of the great hall. He grinned wide, and his grin resembled nothing so much as a cresent moon. He grinned so wide, his eyes were nearly shut, and they too, resembled cresent moons. He watched the guards and newcomer with intrest.

Tufaar finallly regained conciousness, awkened be 'Kung Fu Fighting'. Grabbing a candlestick. He rushed into a noisy area, roaring,
"What's going on here?!" Turning to a man on a cloud, he asked,"You Buddist?

A nearby Honor Guard saw him. "Generalissimo, long time no see, how the hell are ya and where ya been?" he said, extending his hand with a big friendly smile.

"Me? mo, my name is not Buddist, though I know Buddah, we talk religion on sundays over a cup of tea. I am the smiling Kami of the Waning moon, he who smiles so wide, his eyes are almost swolen shut in merrirment, but you can call me Mochi. I'm just watching the good emperor fight the Oni, so that I may bring back his kidnapped wife after his inevitable victory. Incidently good sir, you may wish for mor than a candle stick if you plan on fighting in there. That won't do much more then irritate the Oni inside. Here, try the Moon bow, it requires no arrows, just draw the string." Mochi said.

He flashed a big green, and a Bow was in his hand. He drew it back, and an arrow made of clouds and moonlight appeared. He fired it at the Two oni inside, and it struck Magesha's Oni, opening a terrible wound. Mochi handed it over as though such bows were common occurances.

OOC: This ends with Ri-an's next post. I have it all worked out.

"People tend to drug me a lot." Tufaar said, shaking the honor guard's hand. "The gun shed still functional?"

"Yes sir, you know how to get there or you need me to take ya? And if you are wondering why I am not in the Great Hall, they deliberatly said 'no backup', I don't no why though."

OOC: Epic post: Nations of Lotus and Ri-an are both represented herin. Permission of TBLS has been granted.

IC: Magesha had been fighting the Oni long and hard, and he had it almost beaten, Mochi's arrow caused it to convuls, and in the process knock a great wound into an unprepared Magesha. It looked bad.

Then, He stepped forward. The Oni and the Fiendwurm both stopped cold. This was a being from a higher order, the highest of authorities. But he was only one man, and an alicorn. Surely if they fought together they could win.

They both charged, and the man drew his blade. If it was just pure speed, or something else, it was not certain, for it seemed to fight them both at once. The Alicorn pummled them both with its hooves, and beat them about with its wings, and The man sliced them apart as easily as a heated knife went through butter. Soon, it was over, and they were dead.

Deuce slowly approached the man.

"You need not fear me, Deuce Ri-an, for despite your lack of obedience to the law, you are still a good person, and I can see your name still writ in the book of life." The man said. There was an authority in his voice, no one could question.

"Thanks, and, uh, is it over? and, who are you?" Deuce asked.

"To answer your first question, I must first apprehend the one who originally caused the Oni incursion, the one who made Empress Kiku wear that mask, and the one who sent that same demon and the Worm back today. They are all one and the same, and He shall pay for his sins, Kami or not. for your second, turn back the pages of time to the lost civilization of Warhaven, I was once a citizen among them, one of the most well known, and most respected,. but sadly, I got lost in the Migration. I am none other than Rahegalhoff, most favored servant of Warfare, and honored paladin, though a higher authority has called me to service now, plus now I'm a real Paladin." Rahegalhoff said.

Deuce stepped back in shock.

Magesha tried to stand, but could not.

"Tell me who this Renegade Kami is, and as soon as I am well, I shall wage war upon the Kami themselves until I see this one punished." He said.

"Peace, Emporer. That task is not for you. There are many hurt, I say to them, be healed." Rahegalhoff said.

The White Aura filled the entire Paradise club. All who were sick, injured, disabled, or in any way not whole, were healed, and once again made whole.

Mochi came riding over on his cloud.

"Emperor, I came as fast as I could, i heard what happened, and listen, we'll find Kiku don't you worry." Mochi started.

Rahegalhoff simply grabbed Mochi by the throat.

"Ack! peace good warrior, I bring you no harm." Mochi cried.

"You have brought many innocent people harm, and as the protector of the weak, and innocent, I must protect them from you, thus your very presence brings me harm. Do not lie to me again. Do not lie in my presence again. In fact, you'll find your unable to ever lie again. You have hurt many, and killed many more, some with your own hands. The Charges against you are many and great, but I leave you to the justice of your own kind. I hear O-kagachi wants to handle the matter personally." Rahegalhoff said.

From out of the Shadows, many hands flew. Rahegalhoff threw Mochi at them, and they caught him and carried him screaming into the shadows, never to be heard from again.

Then from out of the Shadows came a woman, wearing a white mask, with no mouth, only a pair of wyes. She was as the night itself, for that was all that could be seen. It grew noticably darker.

Magesha kneeled.

"Milady Myojin of Night's infinite Reach. I am honored by your presence." Magesha said.

"Rise magesha, for I bring you your wife. You wanted the task of punishing a Kami, but I set you this task instead, Return after a time to your world, and build for us, a universal Honden, a great Honden, a mighty Honden, where all Kami can come and be worshipped, and where all can come and worship all Kami. Make it grander than even your own palace, and you shall be well rewarded." The Night said.

Kiku stepped out from behind the Myojin, wearing a lovely black Silky dress with Gold splashed accross it.

The Night left.

Rahegalhoff stayed.

"My time is soon over, for there are many who need help, and many, who must be punished. But before I go, does anyone posses any questions they wish to be answered? Ah, yes, Deuce, I never answered your first question, it is over now. Nothing more remains to be done." Rahegalhoff said.

There was a collective "What the fuck?" from all of the Honor Guards. General Blueshield damn near had a heart attack, and dropped his gun, as well as his jaw, when the knight slashed the demons, then threw Mochi into some sort of portal. Chancellor Blackhelm finally spoke. "Excuse me gentlemen, but can anybody in here tell me what the hell just happened?" A guard then shouted "And why the hell did you kill the little cloud guy??"

"Your questions can both be answered easily. Mochi was a Kami, what you might call a God, much like Lady Ri-an and Deuce, only he wasn't satisfied with being a minor aspect of a greater Kami. Many years ago, he plotted and conspired to greatness, by overthrowing the throne of Magesha's Empire. By doing this, his Empire would collpase in confusion, but to do it, he needed a strong force, and so he turned to the Oni, known also as Demons. The Oni were only too anxious to raid the physical world, and so he opened a gateway for them. The Oni spilled forth, into the Physical world, and killed many, and brought great tragedy. But Magesha is a strong leader, and he rallied his troops, and fought the oni, eventually sealing them back in the Spiritual world from whence they came. During the War though, A young woman by the name of Kiku was caught and cursed to die childless by a demon, it was one of many tortures. Mochi knew her path though, and knew ttoday itself would come, that her and Magesha would fall in love, he didn't win his war, but he could at least have a handle on the Empire. So he used his power to allow to live a normal life, so long as she always hid her face. Thus he thought, they would never truely fall in love, and thus Magesha would die without heir. He was wrong, they met, and here they are, with children. They did things backwards, but they did it. Mochi was upset though, his plans were crumbling, and so he sent the same demon after her, but there were too many people willing to help Magesha, so he dug up a common Earthworm, cast many Demonick Magicks upon it, and turned it into the Fiendworm you saw here. Now, he must pay for his crimes, but he is not dead, not by my hand. O-kagachi plans on keeping Mochi alive for a very long time, just not in the most pleasant of conditions." Rahegalhoff said.

In a trendy part of downtown Paradise City, a new lounge has opened, where leaders of the worlds great Empires can come and relax, talk about political matters, and keep out of the eye of the media. Chancellor Blackhelm welcomes all of you Empire builders to come and join.

I am a newbie here and I am wondering if I could join. Can I send someone over? I may not be an empire, I am the nation of Cambodia but I would like to join in. If I can not, I understand fully.

OOCi just had wolf came here on r@r but to go with the story i changed my story so here goes.
Wolf steps forward i have three questions.

one! why did my gods send a messager tell me to come back to the club as a mission is here and not tell any body that i was sent?

two! why do i feel much stronger then i was when i got here?

three! way did i have the urge to protect that man wolf points at magesh by myself and out numbered more than i have been fighting the helghan troops and i don't know his name was that the mission that i was given?

"I'm going to drop the rest of the chandeliers on them. Cover me." Tufaar told an honor gaurd, before heading up the stairs.

"Well that was an interesting end to an interesting day," the Consul said putting away his semi automatic pistol back into his coat pocket. His guards barrels were still smoking as they rebounded from the fantastical site. They held their weapons at the ready still surrounding their leader as he walked back inside, "I don't know about any of you but I could use a stiff drink after that." The Harbingers said nothing.

"The offer extends to anyone that is still alive down there, he yelled out before walking away, "Thank god those strange people were here otherwise I would have to reveal Zamnitia's true glory, just another of our secrets that will be harder to control now that we have become internationally active." He mumbled to himself walking back inside, knowing why his predecessors had isolated his country.

" I agree with the consul. This has been a rather..different day. A round of the best Confederate whiskey we got!" the Chancellor announced.

Emperor Jovan came down from his room, hearing all the noise. (OOC: yeah, he arrived quietly, and Siv left, lol.)

"Sounded like a war zone down here." Jovan said, as he ordered a drink. "Looks like it, too."

"The Empress had to leave, she's due to give birth some time soon, and I'd like to thank you very much for those doctors Mr. Blackhelm, my father awake from his coma because of them."

"I am very glad that my people can be of assistance. That is excellent news. Tell me, will your father being coming back anytime soon?"

"It's very possible. Doctors say it'll take some time to make a full recovery but expect him to." Jovan said, taking a sip of his drink, while sitting down.

"Well, then, my time is up." Rahegalhoff said. Starfire trotted off, and as they went, they disappeared.

"Well, that was very unexpected. What was it?" Questioned the Dictator while sipping on his drink and inspecting his weapon.

"Let's see if this kills the remainder of, whoever it was." Tufaar thought, hammering a candlestick at the support of a chandelier. "I love this part of the job." He murmered, the chandelier's wire's snappig.

wolf walks out one hour later the imperial god of war spoke to him an said all the answers wolf need to know and give him a sword made of gold/titanium/steel as a gift.
wolf walks over to the bar the barman hands him a glass of confederate whiskey. thanks said wolf.
the three ladys walk over to wolf at the bar half way to the bar he turns to them an says to all three merry me?
the ladys stop look at wolf and looks at each other not saying a word.

"For some reason, I have the feeling those stupid Isans are back."Tufaar mused, as the chandelier crashed.

OOC he just like to have a war well tufaar he can just piss off he is nuts.
sorry but iam not going to play that game.

The ladys and wolf keep on looking at each other not a saying word.
wolf turns an orders a bottle of black label killingmoon brandy and four glasses.
Wolf pours the bottle into the glasses
The ladys move and sit down next to wolf an take one glass each an sip at the drink and thinking if they should say yes or no.

OOC: Of course he's nuts, he's clinically insane! Also,are you from a country that doesn't speak English? Even if you are, I imagine the other languages have proper grammer, and such.

OOC: Of course he's nuts, he's clinically insane! Also,are you from a country that doesn't speak English? Even if you are, I imagine the other languages have proper grammer, and such.
OOC: Thanks for telling me.
My country language is ancient egyptian ,english second
and can you please call us imperials not isan thank you.

IC: wolf pours his third glass as he waits for the lady to say yes or no.
seconds after pouring it he drinks in one go and gets up turns to them and says iam going to the shooting range.
wolf walks by the great hall as a chandelier hit's the floor what the fuck said wolf he looks in oh is that all an heads back on walking to the shooting range.

The Consul stepped over the broken glass, carefully finding a way back to the bar, "a confederate whiskey on the rocks," he said to the barkeeper, "and get my men whatever they want."

After getting his drink he walked over to the longue and slouched over in a leather recliner swirling his drink between sips. His mind screamed out at him despite his calm look, those things that he saw, he did not believe they were products of the Father, however he could no be sure without looking through the third eye and seeing their weaves, no he could not not with that woman, Ri-an there, her powers, or at least the technique were foreign to him too.

Deuce was the most interesting find there, he could not quite place his technique as well. "It seems perhaps that this little club's members are very interesting....interesting indeed."


ooc:
the father is the name for the God that the Zamnitian people believe created the world, though the worship his two sons, Marius and Ulysses more than the god himself (more on request)

OOC: If he wants, he can talk to them, they'll discuss their powers.

The Lamba shuttle of the Phenixican Emperor yet again arrives.

he steps out in a hasted manner and tells his guards to follow.

"Sorry i have been absent there was a rebellion that needed destroying" as he said this he was low in spirit the Empire was crumbling this was the fifth rebellion this year.

He looks back at his shuttle with the Symbol of the Empire of it's wing the golden horseshoe with a dot in the middle representing Protection and defence.

"whats wrong Emperor?" said one of the Royal Guards i look back at him "nothing please lets go inside".

OOC: Thanks for the offer I will take it up, but currently I am moving so I wont be able to get on the computer for about a week or two, so I wont start that now.

After his second whiskey and a nice steak the Consul had had enough and was eager to return to the Imperial mansion in the Capital at Tyrphen.

He had much to think over for the past couple of hours, and paid his respects to the newly married couple in the Zamnitian way, a necklace for the wife and a ring for the husband, both of the highest quality and craftsmanship, they were both of gold and had a single stone, Asen Jade for the woman, and for the man something of power, he believed a blood ruby was apporopriate.

As he boarded the gunship, he let himself fall asleep, when he returned to the capital there would be much to do.

I approach the bar and say "Whiskey straight" when the drink is handed to hm he sits on the stool.

Should i ask for help? he thought 'NO' came the reply in his head Phenixican's do not allow Foreigners to aid them it would be a disgrace to the Empire and it's citizens.

I stand up and againts the wishes of mind i said "Emperor's of the Universe i beg of your attention i need help in putting peace back into my Empire otherwise Anarchy will dominate my Galaxy. I want anything Troops,supplies anything that can help put down these rebellions onice and for all".

He thought to himself, how could he disgrace the Empire if it didnt exist.

" We're always willing to lend a hand, we'll send both the 13th and 14th military arms to help." Lady Ri-an said.

The Chancellor heard him make his announcement, and walked over to him. "Well my friend, I dont believe we have met" he said extending his hand. "Although we are not a nation capable of space travel, I believe it would be an amazing experience for my men if you could transport them to your planet, and they could fight alongside your troops."

Deuce was nearby too.

"We'd be happy to assist with that, that and anyone else in a similar situation. Don't let lack of transportation stop you." He said.

The Emperor Shakes hand with the Chancellor.

"I will need the Imperial Courts and the Senates approval The empire would have more then enough Transports infact my own Royal Fleet is in Orbit around this planet right now".

I wasnt used to this i spent most of my time in power adding space to the Empire and had little time for Galaxtic Politics i left that to the Senate which most likely explains why we are in such bad shape.

"From this location it will take several Days to reach Phenixican Space at maximum speed so tell me how many troops you have and i will get the transports you need from local Merc's".

"Hello. The Dictatorship would be happy to lend some troops to help. I am the Dictator of Skillcrossbones, and I can have 500,000 Clone Troopers ready for battle right when you need them. I can also supply you with vehicles, fighters, bombers and transport them myself. Can you give me the location of Phenixican Space? My troops are loading on to transports, and will leave ASAP."

"This truly will be a fantastic experience for my men. I will send 250,000 men, 1500 T-72's, 700 XM-1 MBT's, 500 T-308 LBT's, and 200 BM-21 multiple rocket sytems. I am looking forward to the experience my men will recieve from fighting on another planet."

"What species are these rebels?" Tufaar asked, returning from above. "Everyone here should know of that, so all can keep their best interests in mind."

A tall, skinny man walked into the club. His pale skin clearly showed he didn't get outside much. Before anyone could stop him, a briefcase, filled with the neccesarry entry fee, appeared as if from no where and droped into a gaurds hands. The man preceded to the bar and ordered a drink. Had anyone been playing close attention (and was able to view the seventh plane), they would have noticed a tiny, marble sized orb appear to the left of the mans ankle and zoom around the room before returning, shining a dull yellow, and promptly dissapearing.

"If anybody needs me, I will be looking for the bomb shelter." Tufaar announced, having gotten a bad feeling.

A tall, skinny man walked into the club. His pale skin clearly showed he didn't get outside much. Before anyone could stop him, a briefcase, filled with the neccesarry entry fee, appeared as if from no where and droped into a gaurds hands. The man preceded to the bar and ordered a drink. Had anyone been playing close attention (and was able to view the seventh plane), they would have noticed a tiny, marble sized orb appear to the left of the mans ankle and zoom around the room before returning, shining a dull green, and promptly dissapearing.

"Excuse me for a moment Emperor. Hello, I am Dictator of Skillcrossbones, & who are you?"

A tall, skinny man walked into the club. His pale skin clearly showed he didn't get outside much. Before anyone could stop him, a briefcase, filled with the neccesarry entry fee, appeared as if from no where and droped into a gaurds hands. The man preceded to the bar and ordered a drink. Had anyone been playing close attention (and was able to view the seventh plane), they would have noticed a tiny, marble sized orb appear to the left of the mans ankle and zoom around the room before returning, shining a dull green, and promptly dissapearing.

Lady Ri-an noticed and yawned in a rather bored fashion.

"You some sort of vampire?" Tufaar asked the pale man.

"Hello. Prime Minister actually. Nice to meet you. I go by John." He noticed a strange looking woman across the room yawning at him. Despite his initial offense at here body language he was almost blinded by her aura on the other planes and instantly marked her as one of great ability. he also noticed a young man with the same wonderful aura, and one mans sword shinned with one too.

"No." he said trying to hide his distaste at the comment. "I just don't have many opportunitys to get out. I have a demanding job."

"Which is...?" Tufaar asked, while thinking, 'Why don't these people get masks, and makeup, like me?'

During the battle that had taken place earlier, The Sultan had fought with a simple pistol he got from his gaurds. Meanwhile the gaurds fought with their rifles. Now he had just gone to meet a new member when he overheard Tufaar ask him if he was a vampire. The Sultan clearly saw the mans embarresment by the question and stopped short to listen.

"I am the Prime Minister of the newly emerging British empire." he replied.

Tufaar polished the candlestick he grabbed for a weapon, as he waited for the response. "Goodday Sultan." Tufaar greeted, turning to the leader of the Deserted Territories. Hearing the skinny man's reply, Tufaar burst out laughing.

"May I inquire as to what is so funny?" John said, becoming more annoyed every time the man spoke.

"New... British... Empire! Ha ha!" Tha's a good one. But seriously..."

"Tufaar, mabey you should sit down. And take that candlestick with you. Several gaurds have gathered behind you." The Sultan interjected, pointing behind Tufaar.

"It is no joke, I assure you." John said finishing his drink and standing up.

Without waiting for the man to reply, John turned and walked to a secluded corner of the club. He sat in a dark booth and ordered another drink. He started to talk to an ant on the table. When he finished talking the ant raced off to do his bidding, as if it wasn't really an ant, but something more...

Deuce sat down at the table.

He seemed to embody Chaos itself, though weakly, and it seemed as though he were a highly skilled entertainer.

He had no look to himself, he always seemed to reselble some one else. Currently, he wore a red shiny leather jacket.

"So, I here you come from a newly emerging british empire. How's it hanging, I can always recognise someone else who has a gift. My name's Deuce, and I'm a minor Chaos God for the good side and my powers are influenced by music and are based there in. What about you? what can you do?" he asked.

wolf walks in looks over at tufaar thanks back to last time and says to himself nutter.
walks over to bar and orders a brandy well he says to the three ladys whats it going to be.
they all look at him and say yes.
well i'll be i'am getting marryed heres to me.
wolfs turns to the crowd in the room and says a toast to me i'am getting marryed.

"Tufaar, mabey you should sit down. And take that candlestick with you. Several gaurds have gathered behind you." The Sultan interjected, pointing behind Tufaar.

Indeed four guards had gathered behind Tufaar. "Put the stick down, sir" one said.

Chancellor Blackhelm approached the new man with an extended hand. "Hello, and welcome to Paradise City. I am Lucius Blackhelm, and you are..?"

Turning first to Duece, John spoke, "Well, I don't exactly have a 'gift,' per say. I was just lucky enough to be picked at a young age to become a magaician, and be tought how to summon the many demons that dwell in the Other Place. Using pentacles, incense, and incantations, I can summon these spirits to do my will. Of course, I do not use them to harm people. At least not the innocent ones." Then he turned to the other man and spoke as he shook his hand. "Hello. I'm John Mandrake, Prime Minister of a new British Empire. After the commoners in London revolted against the magicians, we were forced to flee. We have started our own new nation in hopes to preserve our way of life. Summoning demons that is. For instence, I just dispatched an imp to fetch me some supplies, as I need to summon another demon. Do you have a private room with hard floors I may use? Akragog will clean it up when i've finished" he said while making a small motion with his left hand. Crouched on the back of the booth behing him, a demon appeared. At first it appeared to be gargoyle, but it quikly changed shape and became a average looking man in a black suit. It jumped down into the booth and assumed a sitting position opposite John. "Do not be alarmed, he will not hurt you."

"Be careful what you look for, you may find it. My powers are inborn with them. My mothers the one who yawned at you. She is the physical Manifestation of the Spirit of an Entire World, and thus a small part of the Mother Spirit of Creation itself. My Father was a Moon Spirit who turned to evil ways, called on The God of Infinite Nothing, the Very opposite of The mother Spirit, and eventually The God of Infinite Nothing took him when he died." Deuce said.

"Well John Mandrake, it is a pleasure to meet you. You have a room, and I believe it has hardwood floors, just upstairs, here are the keys" he said with a smile, holding out a set of keys. "This place has certainly shown me more than I bargained for"

*out of character* sorry had to do some other things.

*in character* "Good then get your men to the landing dock on this planet and i will get the fleet to pick them up. also all citizens of the Empire are Phenixican the Rebels are simply Colonial rebels seeking independence. Which logically we dont want to give" i pull out a small dymond device the Leaders look at it waiting for it to do something it starts to shine then a Galaxtic map appears with a Red tinge covering about 45% of the Galaxy "the red is our Empire most rebellious activity is taking place on the Fertile world of Druk. the Colony of Druk is inhabited by Primitive life. The colonist themselves are seeking to create there own Empire. We cannot let this happen the Druk are well armed there ships are plenty and they have a firm hold on the worlds that they have and the support of there populations".

The Map zooms onto several Systems about eight "these are the planets under there control we would normally just send a fleet under the local governor to crush the rebellion but the governor started it in the first place.
We attack Druk first since it is the Rebellions capital say what you want but i need a quick result it cannot be halted. All the Shuttles you need are now at most spaceports on this planet".

The map switches off "this battle has to be won otherwise neighbouring powers will take advantage and invade"

(I will start a new forum if anybody is interested go to the link that i will soon put on this topic)

I head back to my Lamba shuttle and it takes me back to my capital ship i was going to win this nomatter what.

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Join me as we Destroy this rebellion and all who support it.

"I could tell you two had magical origins, your auras shine as bright as the sun on the first few planes. And Akragog says they are even brighter on the higher planes. You are not ones I would wish to cross paths with on the battlefield."