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With the construction of the new Xeraphian Royal City of Ravenii complete, the Emperor, Alaric Tan'it, has decreed that there will be a Celebration Feast to commemorate and consecrate the city.

The following nations have already indicated that they will attend:

Manaque
Elyria-Lorain
Black Shadows
Xirnium
Vhammpyr
Comatica
The Grey Legions
Reloria
The Black Katanas
Mandalore Prime
The Grey Phoenix
The White-Robed Monks
Wiccan Shadows
Tarlag
The Crossman Imperium
Auralinia
Gruenberg
Spiral Sun
The Burnsian Desert
Edvardus


Ravenii is constructed of black, grey, and purple Anthurian marble imported from the planet NeoGaia in the Typhon Expanse.

There are thirty-three brand new Ambassadorial Compounds in the city, each on a twenty acre parcel of beautifully landscaped grounds. Each has a private HeloPad, an Olympic-sized pool, a primary residence, and a secondary residence for staff. There is also a barracks for security teams.

As per Xeraphian tradition, the buildings in Ravenii are no more than one story above ground, with three additional stories below ground.

Most travel around the city is accomplished via TransBeam.

In addition to the new city, there is a major military complex sixty miles west of Ravenii. It includes an AirBase and a Royal Marine Recon/Fast Deploy base.

Ravenii enjoys a new International Airport, and has the distinction of being the only city in Xeraph to have a SpacePort. The SpacePort's primary facility is sixty-fives miles up directly over the city, and it's secondary facility is adjacent to the airport.

The Emperor and Nobles of the Empire are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the celebrants, due to arrive within a few days.

The Emperor has issued an invitation to any and all nations who wish to attend the celebration.

OOC: Damn, were you always this future tech?

To Your Imperial Majesty:

I am from the Holy Empire of Edvardus and am the grandson of the current emperor, Pius XIII. He cannot make the celebrations due to his age and has sent me and my spouse, Princess Maria, in his place. We look forward to sharing this momentous occasion with you and your empire.

Sincerely,

Sandro De Luce
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

OOC: Damn, were you always this future tech?


ooc: been FT for about a year and a half, but I don't post much about it. I prefer MT w/a little PMT mixed in.

To Your Imperial Majesty:

I am from the Holy Empire of Edvardus and am the grandson of the current emperor, Pius XIII. He cannot make the celebrations due to his age and has sent me and my spouse, Princess Maria, in his place. We look forward to sharing this momentous occasion with you and your empire.

Sincerely,

Sandro De Luce
Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam

Prince Sandro,

Thank you for your message, and we look forward to the arrival of you and the Princess. If you are arriving via jet aircraft, please have your people advise ours of your flight plan. Two Royal Xeraphian Airforce Rattlesnakes will meet you and escort you to Ravenii International Airport.

regards,

Vlad, Prince of the Empire, Regent of The Grey Phoenix, in the Name of the Emperor.

ooc: been FT for about a year and a half, but I don't post much about it. I prefer MT w/a little PMT mixed in.

OOC: Oh, alright. When's this going to start?

OOC: Oh, alright. When's this going to start?


ooc: next day or so. got enough nations here to make it interesting. may have a bit of a surprise in it somewhere. nothing dangerous.

ooc: next day or so. got enough nations here to make it interesting. may have a bit of a surprise in it somewhere. nothing dangerous.
OOC: I'm not exactly sure where I left the Queen.

Oh, shit. She's still in Communist Mississippi. Or, on second thought, maybe I brought her back...

Screw it. I do hope Alaric's still in power.

IC:

The Official Royal Seat of The Burnsian Desert
Official Royal Communication

Alaric, it's wonderful to speak with you again. We've been attempting to recover from the whole facist incident, but ever since CM dropped out of world affairs we haven't had much to do in the way of foreign relations. I'd be delighted to join you in Ravenii. You'll understand if I bring some of my sons, I do hope.

Hoping to find you well,
Rachel Romalia
Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia

OOC: I'm not exactly sure where I left the Queen.

Oh, shit. She's still in Communist Mississippi. Or, on second thought, maybe I brought her back...

Screw it. I do hope Alaric's still in power.

IC:

The Official Royal Seat of The Burnsian Desert
Official Royal Communication

Alaric, it's wonderful to speak with you again. We've been attempting to recover from the whole facist incident, but ever since CM dropped out of world affairs we haven't had much to do in the way of foreign relations. I'd be delighted to join you in Ravenii. You'll understand if I bring some of my sons, I do hope.

Hoping to find you well,
Rachel Romalia
Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia


Your Highness,

It is truly good to hear from you after all this time, and I am glad that you can attend the Celebration. Please feel free to bring your sons.

respectfully,

Alaric Tan'it, Xeraphian Emperor

To Your Excellency,

I believe Generalissimo Totrue Tufaar of the Federated Republics of Spiral Sun will be able to attend.


Greyson Postman,
Minister of Information and Secretary of Communication of the Pan Galactic Confederation

To: Emperor Alaric Tan'it
From: Grand Duke Ozgood of Tarlag


Grand Duchess Ellen and myself will be arriving tomorrow for the celebration. I look forward to seeing your new city and presenting you with the statue I had commissioned for the event.
With your permission my yacht and her escorts will remain in your coastal waters until our departure time. We will be using two helicopters to transport our party to Ravenii.
Our party will consist of my lady wife and myself of course. We will also be bringing Admiral Dayron the Hero of Elyria-Lorain and Lady Stormhand who will be acting as our body guard for the event.

Until tomorrow
Grand Duke Ozgood the Third

To Your Excellency,

I believe Generalissimo Totrue Tufaar of the Federated Republics of Spiral Sun will be able to attend.


Greyson Postman,
Minister of Information and Secretary of Communication of the Pan Galactic Confederation

Minister Postman,

We look forward to the arrival of the Generalissimo. Please contact as to when and how he will be arriving.

regards,

Prince Vlad

To: Emperor Alaric Tan'it
From: Grand Duke Ozgood of Tarlag


Grand Duchess Ellen and myself will be arriving tomorrow for the celebration. I look forward to seeing your new city and presenting you with the statue I had commissioned for the event.
With your permission my yacht and her escorts will remain in your coastal waters until our departure time. We will be using two helicopters to transport our party to Ravenii.
Our party will consist of my lady wife and myself of course. We will also be bringing Admiral Dayron the Hero of Elyria-Lorain and Lady Stormhand who will be acting as our body guard for the event.

Until tomorrow
Grand Duke Ozgood the Third



Duke Ozgood,

We are anticipating the arrival of all of our old friends from Tarlag. Xeraph and Tarlag have been through much together, and I'm sure the future holds much in store for both nations. You may be pleased to know that Duchess d'Avignon-Elyrie will be attending also.

regards,

Prince Vlad, in the Name of the Emperor.

bump

Dawn was breaking over the Kirrelian mountains, the Sun bathing the lands ruled by Alaric Tan'it in a warm glow. The Emperor opened one eye, then the other, and with a bit of an effort, pulled himself up to a sitting position on the edge of his bed. He had a headache and could'nt focus for a few seconds. ' Shit...I must've had a hell of a good time last night,' he thought. As he felt around for his robe, he felt warm flesh. He looked, and the sight that greeted him brought the previous evening back to him in a flood of remembrance. Moving the covers aside, he saw that the blonde serving wench was still asleep. Hearing a noise, he glanced across the room and saw the brunette serving wench walking towards him with a plate heaped with breakfast foods. Bacon, eggs, fried potatos, beer. Beer? He grinned hugely. " Well, my dear, it seems you recall my favorite foods. Would you like to join that list?"

The brunette, Sylvya by name, bowed low. She was clad in nothing but her natural assets, and the bow almost caused Alaric to fall off of the bed. " Your Majesty, you must eat something. Today's the big day and you must get ready."

Ah yes. The Ravenii Celebration. " Sylvya, darling, I have a different sort of celebration in mind......got a minute?"

She giggled. " Now your Majesty! Enough of that! You must get ready for your guests who will be arriving within a few hours. Prince Vlad instructed me to make sure you were on time. So let's get going!"

" Yes, your Majesty. Let's get going", came a dry, somewhat sarcastic tone of voice from the doorway. It was the Prince, and he was being trailed by a half-dozen Palace servants who were carrying the Emperor's new clothes.

Alaric looked at the clothes. " You gotta be kidding! I'm not wearing that shit! Did we become the Gay Empire of Xeraph overnight?"

The Prince looked at him as would any quasi-tolerant personage. " Listen, Alaric, you have to stop wearing your battle uniform wherever you go. Your'e a fucking Emperor, not a rank-and-file soldier. And you ought to look like one!"

Alaric kept on smiling, but the smile was not in his eyes. " Listen, Vlad. You know me. I'm not some strutting peacock who is a legend in his own mind. I
AM a fucking soldier, no better than the newest private peeling potatos in the camp kitchen. If the uniform is good enough for him, it's good enough for me! Now, get rid of this pile of rags and get me my battle-harness!"

Vlad sighed, gave him a mock bow, clapped his hands, and two Royal Marines walked into the Royal Bedchamber with Alaric's battle-armor. " I knew you'd insist", said Vlad, " but I thought I'd try anyway."

Alaric laughed and gave Sylvya a good slap on her ass. " Syl, dear, wake this other one up and both of you get the hell out of here. I've got things to do."


Approximately twenty nations were attending the Celebration. 'Should be interesting', he thought.......

OOC: Should we begin RP-ing our arrivals? If so, then I won't be able to post until later tonight... maybe around ten (central) or so.

OOC: Should we begin RP-ing our arrivals? If so, then I won't be able to post until later tonight... maybe around ten (central) or so.


ooc: yes, by all means post your arrival. and that goes for everybody.

International Airport Approach Lane
Ravenii
Xeraph

At 5,000 feet over the imposing city of Ravenii, a large, black-and-red aircraft cruised in a holding pattern around a massive airport. The airframe itself was considered ancient, having been in service for over sixty years, but the inside was anything but. Having undergone numerous refits and updates, the Queen's official jet, designated universally as 'G2', was one of the safest in the sky, even boasting an emergency escape vehicle. The two pilots of the aircraft were former bomber pilots, each with hundreds of hours of in-combat flight.

"Ravenii tower, this is Burnsian flight G2, requesting permission to land, over," said one, a throwback from the TROUSRS conflict.

"Permission granted, discontinue holding pattern and begin your approach, G2. Tower out," was the reply.

After the landing, two black, unmarked Land Rover Defenders were rolled out the back loading gate of G2, one with a machine gun (currently unmanned) mounted on the roof. When they approached the security checkpoint, one of the Queen's "sons" rolled down the drivers'-side window and spoke to the soldier at the gate.

"Hey bud, we're looking for the party. Can you give us directions?"

Two Sea Stallions approached the airport at Ravenii at 3000 feet. both of the helicopters were in the markings of the Tarlag Navy.
" My Lord I still say it is a bad time for you to be out of the country" Said Lady Stormhand.
"We need friends and Alaric is one of our closest ones. If this bit of political wrangling by the Northern Colonies blows up in their faces we may need help. Replied Duke Ozgood.
The Blond woman dressed more like a fashion model then a Duchess in Jeans and a white blazer leaned forward and said. "Enough of the politics you two, this is a much needed celebration for all are peoples and talk of a war that most likely will not happen will not spoil this event."
The Duke leaned over and kissed the woman " Of course my dear you are correct we are here to give a gift to a good friend and strengthen those bonds of friendship."
Over the intercom the voice of the pilot was heard " My Lord we are approaching the air field we will be there in five minutes".
" This is Tarlag flight 002 and 003 requesting landing instructions

International Airport Approach Lane
Ravenii
Xeraph

At 5,000 feet over the imposing city of Ravenii, a large, black-and-red aircraft cruised in a holding pattern around a massive airport. The airframe itself was considered ancient, having been in service for over sixty years, but the inside was anything but. Having undergone numerous refits and updates, the Queen's official jet, designated universally as 'G2', was one of the safest in the sky, even boasting an emergency escape vehicle. The two pilots of the aircraft were former bomber pilots, each with hundreds of hours of in-combat flight.

"Ravenii tower, this is Burnsian flight G2, requesting permission to land, over," said one, a throwback from the TROUSRS conflict.

"Permission granted, discontinue holding pattern and begin your approach, G2. Tower out," was the reply.

After the landing, two black, unmarked Land Rover Defenders were rolled out the back loading gate of G2, one with a machine gun (currently unmanned) mounted on the roof. When they approached the security checkpoint, one of the Queen's "sons" rolled down the drivers'-side window and spoke to the soldier at the gate.

"Hey bud, we're looking for the party. Can you give us directions?"



Sgt. Beauregard "Bud" Stedenko threw a scathing look at the occupants of the Land Rover and asked. " Pardon me, sir, but how did you know my name was Bud? Never mind. You will be escorted to the Ravenii Hall of Lords by those motorcycles off to your left. Just follow them." He hesitated for a second, then said, " M'lady, in the name of the Emperor, I welcome you to the Royal Xeraphian city of Ravenni. Alaric will greet you personally."

Now glaring again at the driver, he snarled. " Now....move it outta here, bud."

Two Sea Stallions approached the airport at Ravenii at 3000 feet. both of the helicopters were in the markings of the Tarlag Navy.
" My Lord I still say it is a bad time for you to be out of the country" Said Lady Stormhand.
"We need friends and Alaric is one of our closest ones. If this bit of political wrangling by the Northern Colonies blows up in their faces we may need help. Replied Duke Ozgood.
The Blond woman dressed more like a fashion model then a Duchess in Jeans and a white blazer leaned forward and said. "Enough of the politics you two, this is a much needed celebration for all are peoples and talk of a war that most likely will not happen will not spoil this event."
The Duke leaned over and kissed the woman " Of course my dear you are correct we are here to give a gift to a good friend and strengthen those bonds of friendship."
Over the intercom the voice of the pilot was heard " My Lord we are approaching the air field we will be there in five minutes".
" This is Tarlag flight 002 and 003 requesting landing instructions


In response to the Tarlagian request, two F-250 Rattlesnakes took up positions on either side of the plane. " Tarlag, this is Capt. J.C. DuPuis of the Royal Xeraphian Airforce. You are cleared to land. Flight 003, you may do so on landing strip One-Beta-Xph. Flight 002, please land on landing strip Six-Psi-Xph. Transportation to the Hall of Lords has been arranged, and Alaric will greet you there. Have a nice day."

The enormous Airbus A380 carrying the Emperors son was a bit late but arrived nonetheless.

"This is Imperial II carrying the Maraquean Prince, requesting permission to land, over."

OOC: Heh, sorry for the late reply, I'm kind of in bad shape after an incident and can barely move.

The Sea Stallion carrying the Duke's party landed on the designated landing strip. The aircraft taxied to the designated area and the rear cargo door opened. A light command car carrying the Tarlagian party exited the cargo area.
The command car pulled up to the terminal and the four person party got out of the car and entered the building.
Lady Stormhand approached the first official she saw "We are here to see the Emperor".

The enormous Airbus A380 carrying the Emperors son was a bit late but arrived nonetheless.

"This is Imperial II carrying the Maraquean Prince, requesting permission to land, over."

OOC: Heh, sorry for the late reply, I'm kind of in bad shape after an incident and can barely move.


" Maraque AB A30, you are cleared to land RIA landing strip Gamma-Four-xph. Transportation to the Hall of Lords will be waiting. Tower out."

The Sea Stallion carrying the Duke's party landed on the designated landing strip. The aircraft taxied to the designated area and the rear cargo door opened. A light command car carrying the Tarlagian party exited the cargo area.
The command car pulled up to the terminal and the four person party got out of the car and entered the building.
Lady Stormhand approached the first official she saw "We are here to see the Emperor".


The "first official" happened to be none other than Ricala, King of Auralinia, the Emperor's Lord Director of the Xeraphian Space League. He was on hand to personally check the newly installed Orbital Tracker AT-111a.

" Ah, Lady Stormhand, so good to see you again. You may remember me from the last time Xeraph and Tarlag had business together. Ricala of Auralinia. I guess you're here for the Celebration. If you have no other travel arrangements, I'd be honored to escort you and your party to the Hall of Lords."

Sgt. Beauregard "Bud" Stedenko threw a scathing look at the occupants of the Land Rover and asked. " Pardon me, sir, but how did you know my name was Bud? Never mind. You will be escorted to the Ravenii Hall of Lords by those motorcycles off to your left. Just follow them." He hesitated for a second, then said, " M'lady, in the name of the Emperor, I welcome you to the Royal Xeraphian city of Ravenni. Alaric will greet you personally."

Now glaring again at the driver, he snarled. " Now....move it outta here, bud."

The driver winked at the man, then fell into convoy with the cycles. The rest of the trip passed without incident, and as the Land Rovers pulled up to the gates of the Hall, a special forces officer (referred to by the queen as her "son") popped out and manned the turret to cover the Queen, who was dressed in the old-style military formal wear from the TROUSRS conflict era, as she moved up to the doors. Another of the officers knocked three times, and stepped back, waiting for an answer.

Aboard the MPS Tuscan Sun

Alejandro sat in a chaise lounge as his 13 yr old twin sons practiced martial arts nearby.
Watching as Jaden performed a spinning back kick, Which would have taken the head off any ordinary man… But his opponent was his slightly younger sibling Jacen… Who easily sidestepped the move & counter attacked with a foot sweep… The boys were considered martial arts experts by their 10th birthday… Alejandro smiled broadly as his sons performed blindly fast attacks & counters…All in what looked a blur

Appearing at his side his Wife Jerilynn stood with her body long & lean… Marred only by the bump of a Pregnancy… Standing up his arms encircled her waist in a gentle yet firm grasp as he kissed her tenderly… Bending down… He whispered to his unborn son
“Eric… Your gonna do me proud boy!!”

As he stood back up…He heard a slight cough & turned and saw the 1st mate standing at attention… “Sire… The Captain has sent me too inform you of our Arrival in the Bay of Ravenii… We will drop anchor within the quarter hour… He has already readied your personal launch for departure at 1400 hrs… Grinning Alejandro looked up & down the deck of his personal yacht… At over 200 meters… It easily rivaled one of Mandalore Prime’s Destroyer… Triple Catamaran Hull made any cruise as smooth as a silk…
Whistling sharply…He called his sons to his side… They responded diligently
Jaden, Jacen We have arrived in Ravenii… Return to your staterooms & cleanup… Alaric is a die hard military man…So if you want wear your academy dress A’s
With bows his sons sprinted for their personal staterooms to clean & dress…

45 minutes later… Alejandro’s personal launch motored away from his moored Yacht…
Quickly crossing the 1000 yds that separated it from the shoreline… Alejandro glimpsed several Xeraphian Soldiers standing at attention… Along with several vehicles he took as his transport up to his assigned quarters…

As his sailors tied the launch securely to the dock Alejandro escorted his wife… Dressed in Dolchi & Gabana… He sons stepped up quickly & surely… Standing stolicly at attention alongside the SIGMA SIX Team…Assigned as his personal protection… Each man trained to the utmost levels of perfection…

Stepping up to the ranking Officer… A Major by the Bars on his lapels…
He coughed “Major… Thank you for awaiting my arrival”

The Major nodded and spoke “ Your Excellency… My Orders are to escort you to your quarters”… With that the Xeraphian Troops opened the doors to the vehicles sitting there as his men finished loading a small truck with their Travel bags…

Walking back to the truck…Alejandro reached in & retrieved a long delicately richly wrapped package… Which seemed to glow with his touch… Climbing in Alejandro sat down for the brief trip to his quarters…

Imperial II touched down at the designated runway. The Prince and his encourage exited the plane and walked towards the transport waiting...

"Hello I'm Prince Jovan of the Secular Empire of Maraque on behalf of my father and Empress Siv."

OOC: Xer, I'm not going to be able to post until Wednesday... sorry :(

Over Ranevii a conversation was taking place over a radio.

"Let me get this straight. I'm arriving in a Sikorsky S-65, and you didn't tell them!?!" This infuriated question came from a man clad in a trench coat, sporting a fedora. From the radio several voices responded.
"I fielded that to Zaully."
"I gave the orders to Burke to deliver it."
"I did! But someone mixed the reciepitent (ms) and the message into rations! Is it a wonder I don't eat Apollian food?"

The man in the trench coat ignored the responses, instead begining to search for parachutes.

" King Ricala it is a pleasure to see you under happier sercomstances". Replied Lady Stromhand " May I Introduce Grand Duke Ozgood and his Lady wife Duchess Ellen."
"A pleasure to meet you your Highness What I have seen so far of this city from the air it is truly amazing." Said Duke Ozgood as he shakes the Kings hand.
"Your highness If you can conduct us to see Emperor Alaric we would be in your debt."
Admiral Dayron leaned and whispered in Lady Stormhand's ear " Well after your first meeting he did not try to shoot you I guess that is a good sign".

OOC: Xer, I'm not going to be able to post until Wednesday... sorry :(


ooc: no problem. I just got in from a long weekend in the woods. don't worry, everybody. I'll post an answer to all of your arrivals tomorrow ( Tues ).

Admiral Dayron's cell phone rang in his pocket of dress uniform. "Excuse me my lord". Dayron stepped to the side for a moment and took the call.
After a short conversation with the person on the other line the Admiral stepped back to the Tarlagian party.
"My Duke that was one of Paladin Dragonblades aids, the shit is hitting the fan at the talks and it seems some nations in Reformed Oceania are starting to accuse each other of some pretty bad things".
"God Dragonblade always loved to spoil a party. You Highness, I request a privet meeting with the Emperor and his Warlords as soon as we get their the peace of Reformed Oceania and Tarlag may depend on it" Said Duke Ozgood.

The driver winked at the man, then fell into convoy with the cycles. The rest of the trip passed without incident, and as the Land Rovers pulled up to the gates of the Hall, a special forces officer (referred to by the queen as her "son") popped out and manned the turret to cover the Queen, who was dressed in the old-style military formal wear from the TROUSRS conflict era, as she moved up to the doors. Another of the officers knocked three times, and stepped back, waiting for an answer.


Within seconds of the officer kncking on the door, three Royal Marines came around a corner of the Hall of Meeting and addressed the Queen. " If your Majesty will follow us, we will escort you to the Emperor. This way, please."

As they entered the Hall, the somber hues of purples, blues, and black marble added a majestic tone to the building. A number of guests had already arrived, and all were headed towards the Emperor's private office. Evidently, there was some pre-celebration business to attend to.............

Aboard the MPS Tuscan Sun

Alejandro sat in a chaise lounge as his 13 yr old twin sons practiced martial arts nearby.
Watching as Jaden performed a spinning back kick, Which would have taken the head off any ordinary man… But his opponent was his slightly younger sibling Jacen… Who easily sidestepped the move & counter attacked with a foot sweep… The boys were considered martial arts experts by their 10th birthday… Alejandro smiled broadly as his sons performed blindly fast attacks & counters…All in what looked a blur

Appearing at his side his Wife Jerilynn stood with her body long & lean… Marred only by the bump of a Pregnancy… Standing up his arms encircled her waist in a gentle yet firm grasp as he kissed her tenderly… Bending down… He whispered to his unborn son
“Eric… Your gonna do me proud boy!!”

As he stood back up…He heard a slight cough & turned and saw the 1st mate standing at attention… “Sire… The Captain has sent me too inform you of our Arrival in the Bay of Ravenii… We will drop anchor within the quarter hour… He has already readied your personal launch for departure at 1400 hrs… Grinning Alejandro looked up & down the deck of his personal yacht… At over 200 meters… It easily rivaled one of Mandalore Prime’s Destroyer… Triple Catamaran Hull made any cruise as smooth as a silk…
Whistling sharply…He called his sons to his side… They responded diligently
Jaden, Jacen We have arrived in Ravenii… Return to your staterooms & cleanup… Alaric is a die hard military man…So if you want wear your academy dress A’s
With bows his sons sprinted for their personal staterooms to clean & dress…

45 minutes later… Alejandro’s personal launch motored away from his moored Yacht…
Quickly crossing the 1000 yds that separated it from the shoreline… Alejandro glimpsed several Xeraphian Soldiers standing at attention… Along with several vehicles he took as his transport up to his assigned quarters…

As his sailors tied the launch securely to the dock Alejandro escorted his wife… Dressed in Dolchi & Gabana… He sons stepped up quickly & surely… Standing stolicly at attention alongside the SIGMA SIX Team…Assigned as his personal protection… Each man trained to the utmost levels of perfection…

Stepping up to the ranking Officer… A Major by the Bars on his lapels…
He coughed “Major… Thank you for awaiting my arrival”

The Major nodded and spoke “ Your Excellency… My Orders are to escort you to your quarters”… With that the Xeraphian Troops opened the doors to the vehicles sitting there as his men finished loading a small truck with their Travel bags…

Walking back to the truck…Alejandro reached in & retrieved a long delicately richly wrapped package… Which seemed to glow with his touch… Climbing in Alejandro sat down for the brief trip to his quarters…



Major Collins was impressed. Not an easy thing to do, as he was a grizzled veteran of many battles, both military and political. So this was the descendant of old Eric Valtane. He'd heard Alaric talk many times about their exploits in the old days, almost 200 years ago. How they carved an Empire out of the howling wilderness of what was to become the Empires of Xeraph and Verboten Lufftewaffe. The war against the Empire of Koth in which ALaric and Eric almost lost everything. The formation of the orbital programs that set the tone for much of the world's spatial systems. The attack of the sorceror Xaltotun where Alaric almost died, and Xeraphia was laid to ruins. But they had come through all of it.

When Eric died, and his territory fell into anarchy, Alaric made moves to secure his borders with the former VL lands, and watched as the anarchy and barbarism of the feuding city-states slowly evolved into a more stable political entity.

And now, Eric's descendant, Alejandro, was here, every bit the master of his domain as was Eric. And, Alejandro was looking forward to once again meeting Priscilla d'Avignon, his distant relative, who was grand-daughter to Eric.

As the entourage entered the Hall of Meeting, even Alejandro stared in awe at the magnificance of the place. He grinned to himself and thought, 'Alaric...always the show-off.'

They were headed towards a door on the right side of the entrance to the Hall, heavily guarded. " Excuse me, Major, where is it we're going?"

" That is the Emperor's private office. He wants to meet all celebrants before the festivities begin. This way please."

Imperial II touched down at the designated runway. The Prince and his encourage exited the plane and walked towards the transport waiting...

"Hello I'm Prince Jovan of the Secular Empire of Maraque on behalf of my father and Empress Siv."


A solitary Warrior of the land of Vhammpyr bowed as the Prince arrived. In a gravelly voice, he addressed the prince. " Greetings in the Name of the Emperor, Your Grace. I am Chyhlu, Warrior of the Vhammpyrian Armed Forces. I and my men have been given the honor of escorting you to the Hall of Meeting, where the Celebration is to be held." His men, representatives of all of the tribes and clans of Vhammpyr, bowed as one to the Prince, and formed up along the lines of the markings on the tarmac. As the Prince and his people walked between the Warriors, they were aware of the size and apparent strength of these Warriors. All armed to the teeth, they presented a most fearsome appearence. Averaging seven and a half feet in stature, they were festooned with arcane symbols and tattoos. Armed with the standard weaponry of the Empire, an AK-47mkII, Glock .9mm sidearm, and a 16-inch battle knife, they each individually had their own weapons as well. One carried a huge battle-axe strapped across his back, another had a bandolier of knives across his chest.

As they approached the Command Vehicle, one in a line of armored HumVees, Chyhlu bellowed an order in a gutteral language, and the Warriors piled into the security vehicles in front of and in back of the Prince's unit.

They were on their way...............

Over Ranevii a conversation was taking place over a radio.

"Let me get this straight. I'm arriving in a Sikorsky S-65, and you didn't tell them!?!" This infuriated question came from a man clad in a trench coat, sporting a fedora. From the radio several voices responded.
"I fielded that to Zaully."
"I gave the orders to Burke to deliver it."
"I did! But someone mixed the reciepitent (ms) and the message into rations! Is it a wonder I don't eat Apollian food?"

The man in the trench coat ignored the responses, instead begining to search for parachutes.


" Um, sir, you need to see this."

" What is it, corporal?"

" Uh, sir, it appears that a Sikorsky HC is approaching RIA. Markings are those of Spiral Sun."

Lt. Col. Clem Robbins stared first at the commscreen, then up at the sky, then back to the commscreen. " A Sikorsky? Are you sure? I didn't know that any of those were still around! Get a message to those in the HC and ask if they need any landing instructions. I want to see this bird up close. It's not often that we get an antique here in Xeraph."

"Aye, sir. Attention, Spiral Sun SIK-HC-65. This is Ravenii Tower. You are cleared for landing on the HeloPad atop the Admin building. Follow these coordinates." The coordinates were sent, the corporal privately hoping that the relic had the means to accept the transmission......

" King Ricala it is a pleasure to see you under happier sercomstances". Replied Lady Stromhand " May I Introduce Grand Duke Ozgood and his Lady wife Duchess Ellen."
"A pleasure to meet you your Highness What I have seen so far of this city from the air it is truly amazing." Said Duke Ozgood as he shakes the Kings hand.
"Your highness If you can conduct us to see Emperor Alaric we would be in your debt."
Admiral Dayron leaned and whispered in Lady Stormhand's ear " Well after your first meeting he did not try to shoot you I guess that is a good sign".


Ricala bowed once to each of the guests, ending his greeting to Lady Stormhand with a light kiss on her hand. " Alaric is most anxious to see all of you. It's been too long since we've seen our old friends. Please, this way."

A squad of Auralinian Marines formed up alongside the group as they walked towards Ricala's personal vehcle. It was a slightly stretched HumVee, painted woodland camo, and armed with dual .35mm Gatling Guns. There was room in the HumVee for twelve, and the interior belied it's stern military exterior. " Would anyone care for a drink while we're enroute to the Hall of Meeting?"

They were seated on the furs and pelts of various animals of the Empire, and the quad-stereo was producing a markedly relaxing effect on all present. Few had ever seen the inside of Ric's Truck, as it was commonly called, never mind been inside of it.

There was some small talk as the HumVee raced across the airport and into Ravenii proper. Within minutes, they pulled up to the Hall of Meeting, where over a hundred Xeraphian Marines snapped to attention. The Captain of the Guard, held open the door, saying, " Welcome, your Majesty. We've been expecting you!"

Ric climbed out and said to the Captain, " I have some very important people here with me. See to it that they are brought to the Emperor's office."

" Yessir! Ladies and gentlemen, would you kindly follow me. The Emperor is waiting for you."

Admiral Dayron's cell phone rang in his pocket of dress uniform. "Excuse me my lord". Dayron stepped to the side for a moment and took the call.
After a short conversation with the person on the other line the Admiral stepped back to the Tarlagian party.
"My Duke that was one of Paladin Dragonblades aids, the shit is hitting the fan at the talks and it seems some nations in Reformed Oceania are starting to accuse each other of some pretty bad things".
"God Dragonblade always loved to spoil a party. You Highness, I request a privet meeting with the Emperor and his Warlords as soon as we get their the peace of Reformed Oceania and Tarlag may depend on it" Said Duke Ozgood.


As the Tarlagian delegation stepped out of the HumVee, the Admiral's phone beeped, and for a minute or two was engrossed in a conversation. Ricala was about to depart for an inspection of the Orbital Defense Platforms, when the Duke asked if he could have a private meeting with Alaric.

" Of course, Your Grace. I will call ahead and make the Emperor aware of your request. I'm sure he'll see you immediately. Now, if you'll forgive me, I have one more inspection to complete, and I'll be joining the Celebration afterwards." He bowed again, and was off.

As Priscilla gazed out of the window of her Lear jet, she noted how the barren desert of the Xeraphian interior suddenly gave way to the lush greens of the savanna. Off in the distance, she could see the glittering jewel that was Ravenii. It was a large city, even by Xeraphian standards. She glanced down at the info pack she had received from Vlad, and saw that Ravenii was 55 square miles in size, octagonal in shape. Thirty-three new embassies had already been constructed, as had an international airport, a spaceport, and, of course, a military airbase west of the city. Alaric had always had the knack for combining beauty with death and destruction.

" M'lady, we are approaching Ravenii Airport. We should be landing in 15 minutes."

" Thank you, Sue. I believe I'll go and freshen up." Sue Marsten was her new private secretary, and this was her first trip abroad. Her former secretary, Jan, had taken a leave of absence to get married. Priscilla missed her, but Sue was very competant.

The Duchess of the Grand Duchy of Elyria-Lorain thought about the other "celebrations" that involved Xeraph and it's ruler, Alaric Tan'it. Most of them involved some kind of off-the-wall incidents of one kind or another. Vampiric security teams "protecting" the Emperor, which usually left one or more people screaming their lives out in a pool of blood, attacks by rebel nations, and that woman from Xirnium. She wouldn't be surprised if Alaric had the temerity to invite her again. Men! Polygamous bastards! But, then again, if they weren't, then she wouldn't have a chance to corner the one she wanted.

" Sue, did Alaric let us know how we were going to get to his Hall?"

" Yes, ma'am. Apparently, we're going to be Trans Beamed directly to his private office."

'Damn him! He knows I don't like the beam-thing,' she thought. " Very well. Thank you, Sue." She turned and looked at Sue. " Sue your'e not wearing THAT to the Celebration, are you?"

Sue was sort of a Plain Jane. Conservative, quiet, not one to attract attention. " Well, yes, m'lady. Is there something wrong with my outfit?"

' Not if your'e 80 years old,' she thought. " Listen Sue. This is an international celebration of a major power's new city. The first Xeraphian city built in over a hundred years. The beige pantsuit is good for every day, but you need to lighten up a bit. Get on over to my closet and pick out a couple of gowns. We're going to a party the likes of which you won't see again for a very long time. Alaric is anything but boring."

Sue looked a little uncomfortable, but there was a definate gleam in her eye. She had heard about Alaric Tan'it and his men. " Very well, m'lady.....and thank you. I understand that none of the Emperor's men are........attached?"

" You understand correctly, my dear. All bachelors. All very powerful rulers. All filthy rich. And each and every one of them are notorious womanizers, so be wary. Any one of them will have you bent over a table in no time if you don't keep your wits about you."

Sue's face turned red. " M'lady! "

" Just remember, Sue. They don't call it the Barbaric Empire of Xeraph for nothing."

" Alaric, the Duchess is about to land. Any special orders?"

Alaric grinned. " Yeah, I can think of a couple of special orders, but I doubt the Duchess would appreciate them." The Duchess Priscilla d'Avignon-Elyrie, ruler of the Grand Duchy of Elyria-Lorain. The Emperor let his mind wander for a few seconds, remembering the last time he saw her in a formal gown. What there was of it. He had no doubts that she would once again treat him to a stunning ensemble as she had in Xirnium.

" Have they requested any special needs, captain?"

" No, sir. She's not bringing any security with her as she has made it plain in the past that you are more than enough security for her." The captain's eyebrow was slightly raised, and a shit-eating grin was on his face.

" Indeed. Now if your'e through, make sure she gets top consideration while she's here. I want her seated on my left, with Alejandro on her left. You say she has no security? What about the Brujah I sent her all those months ago?"

" Well, sir, " the captain responded, " you know as well as I do that they are never far away from those in their charge. I'm sure they'll be here in one form or another."

" Yes, yes, quite right. OK, let's get this show on the road. The first celebrants will be here in a few minutes. Although none of them will be in any danger here, I want a show of force to ensure that they will be relaxed enough to enjoy the proceedings. Are the Marines and Warriors in position?"

" Yessir. Twenty thousand Royal Marines from Xeraph, Auralinia, and The Black Katanas are at attention on the parade grounds to the north of the Hall. Five hundred Spiders are guarding the approaches to the Gates of The Palace grounds, and a battalion of the ShadowGuard from Black Shadows are tucked away in the woods surrounding the Hall. The Vhammpyrian Warriors are stationed in front of and surrounding the Hall........as discreetly as a Warrior can be positioned."

" Very well. As the guests arrive, I want to meet them here before we all proceed to the Great Room."

"Yessir. There is one thing, sir. King Ricala has relayed a message from Duke Ozgood about a private meeting with you."

" That's fine, captain. The Duke and his people are good friends. We'll accomodate them. Is there anything else?"

"Not at this time, sir."

" OK, so get the hell out of here and see that your men are on their best behavior."

" Yessir."

Within seconds of the officer kncking on the door, three Royal Marines came around a corner of the Hall of Meeting and addressed the Queen. " If your Majesty will follow us, we will escort you to the Emperor. This way, please."

As they entered the Hall, the somber hues of purples, blues, and black marble added a majestic tone to the building. A number of guests had already arrived, and all were headed towards the Emperor's private office. Evidently, there was some pre-celebration business to attend to.............

The Queen walked behind the Marines, her own escorts trailing a respectful eight feet behind her. Her weapons rattled against one another, a saber and a gold-plated, mother-of-pearl-clad QSZ-92 handgun. As they strode through the beautiful hallways, she picked up her stride a bit and whispered to a Marine,

"Listen, I don't know if you handle these kinds of things or not, but I need to talk to Alaric, personally, at some time during this party. Can you orchestrate that for me?"

" Um, sir, you need to see this."

" What is it, corporal?"

" Uh, sir, it appears that a Sikorsky HC is approaching RIA. Markings are those of Spiral Sun."

Lt. Col. Clem Robbins stared first at the commscreen, then up at the sky, then back to the commscreen. " A Sikorsky? Are you sure? I didn't know that any of those were still around! Get a message to those in the HC and ask if they need any landing instructions. I want to see this bird up close. It's not often that we get an antique here in Xeraph."

"Aye, sir. Attention, Spiral Sun SIK-HC-65. This is Ravenii Tower. You are cleared for landing on the HeloPad atop the Admin building. Follow these coordinates." The coordinates were sent, the corporal privately hoping that the relic had the means to accept the transmission......

"You're not getting cellular phone signals again, are you?" The trench coat clad man asked the pilot, approaching the radio. Listening for a moment, he instructed the pilot to follow the instructions.

Major Collins was impressed. Not an easy thing to do, as he was a grizzled veteran of many battles, both military and political. So this was the descendant of old Eric Valtane. He'd heard Alaric talk many times about their exploits in the old days, almost 200 years ago. How they carved an Empire out of the howling wilderness of what was to become the Empires of Xeraph and Verboten Lufftewaffe. The war against the Empire of Koth in which ALaric and Eric almost lost everything. The formation of the orbital programs that set the tone for much of the world's spatial systems. The attack of the sorceror Xaltotun where Alaric almost died, and Xeraphia was laid to ruins. But they had come through all of it.

When Eric died, and his territory fell into anarchy, Alaric made moves to secure his borders with the former VL lands, and watched as the anarchy and barbarism of the feuding city-states slowly evolved into a more stable political entity.

And now, Eric's descendant, Alejandro, was here, every bit the master of his domain as was Eric. And, Alejandro was looking forward to once again meeting Priscilla d'Avignon, his distant relative, who was grand-daughter to Eric.

As the entourage entered the Hall of Meeting, even Alejandro stared in awe at the magnificance of the place. He grinned to himself and thought, 'Alaric...always the show-off.'

They were headed towards a door on the right side of the entrance to the Hall, heavily guarded. " Excuse me, Major, where is it we're going?"

" That is the Emperor's private office. He wants to meet all celebrants before the festivities begin. This way please."


"Hmmmmm"...."Well Madam"....Alejandro sprouted as he kissed his wife's hand...
"Jaden, Jacen stay with your mother... Get her to the Suites safely"... With a quick look of disappointment which barely crossed their faces before disappearing & being replaced by stolid looks of determination, Both boys moved to each side of their mother & each proferred their arm like true nobles...Turning to his SIGMA SIX Teamleader..."Commander, Stay with them I'll be safe here in Alaric's Chambers"...Thumping his chest with a clenched fist the Commander nodded & with quick sharp moves relayed the message to the rest of the team which fell in place around his family... Grasping the package in his hands... He turned back to the Major & nodded... "Ok Let's go"... With that they moved past the security checkpoint & deeper into Alaric's personal domain...As they walked down down the sterile dimly lit hallway...Alejandro begin to think..."Ok Alaric...What's up???"... Multiple images flashed thru his head as he attempted to guess what Alaric had in mind for this meeting... As usual thoughts of Alaric's Poker losses came to mind...."Well maybe the dodgy son of a bitch, Intends to pay off his poker debts to me??"

The Queen walked behind the Marines, her own escorts trailing a respectful eight feet behind her. Her weapons rattled against one another, a saber and a gold-plated, mother-of-pearl-clad QSZ-92 handgun. As they strode through the beautiful hallways, she picked up her stride a bit and whispered to a Marine,

"Listen, I don't know if you handle these kinds of things or not, but I need to talk to Alaric, personally, at some time during this party. Can you orchestrate that for me?"


Lance Corporal Geros Pavlos was a bit startled when the Queen whispered her request to him. No one above the rank of Colonel had ever given him much notice. But, he knew the Emperor. And with as much bravado as he could muster, he said, " Yes, ma'am, I'm sure I can get word to the Emperor that you need to see him personally, and I'm sure that such a loyal ally as yourself will not be kept waiting."

The entourage continued towards the Emperor's private office, where there were two dozen people crowding the doorway to the anteroom. " Please wait here, your Majesty, and I'll see what I can do." Pavlos ducked behing a beautiful tapestry depicting the Emperor's first hunt for the Black Lion of Xeraph, and found the hidden door leading directly to Alaric's private quarters. He was momentarily surprised by the appearence of one of the Emperor's Brujah, but the vampire stepped aside as the young soldier rapped on the office door.

The door flew open, Alaric standing there with a frown on his face, which instantly changed as he saw who it was. " Welcome, Geros. You know you don't need to knock."

" Yes, normally, m'lord, that would be true. But with all the bigshots in the Hall, I thought I'd better be a bit discreet."

" What can I do for you, Gero?"

" Alaric, Queen Romalia has requested a private audience with you sometime during the course of the festivities tonight. She didn't say why, but she looked very serious."

Alaric thought for a moment. " Very well. Please tell her that directly after I officially open the Celebration, I will meet with her."

" Will do, sir." With that done, he hurried back out of the hidden door and found his way to the Queen and delivered the Emperor's reply.

Alaric was pleased with Geros. He had watched him grow from a little boy flailing about with a wooden sword to one of the finest swordsmen, marksmen, and tacticians in the Empire. Only a few knew who he really was. Only a few knew of the hidden door. Those few were family......

"You're not getting cellular phone signals again, are you?" The trench coat clad man asked the pilot, approaching the radio. Listening for a moment, he instructed the pilot to follow the instructions.


As the Sikorsky lowered itself on the roof of the Hall, a platoon of ShadowGuard trotted towards the ancient machine. They stopped at a barked order, and formed a line perpendicular to the hatch of the HC, awaiting it's occupants.....

"Hmmmmm"...."Well Madam"....Alejandro sprouted as he kissed his wife's hand...
"Jaden, Jacen stay with your mother... Get her to the Suites safely"... With a quick look of disappointment which barely crossed their faces before disappearing & being replaced by stolid looks of determination, Both boys moved to each side of their mother & each proferred their arm like true nobles...Turning to his SIGMA SIX Teamleader..."Commander, Stay with them I'll be safe here in Alaric's Chambers"...Thumping his chest with a clenched fist the Commander nodded & with quick sharp moves relayed the message to the rest of the team which fell in place around his family... Grasping the package in his hands... He turned back to the Major & nodded... "Ok Let's go"... With that they moved past the security checkpoint & deeper into Alaric's personal domain...As they walked down down the sterile dimly lit hallway...Alejandro begin to think..."Ok Alaric...What's up???"... Multiple images flashed thru his head as he attempted to guess what Alaric had in mind for this meeting... As usual thoughts of Alaric's Poker losses came to mind...."Well maybe the dodgy son of a bitch, Intends to pay off his poker debts to me??"



The Sentinel blocked Caesar's progress down the hallway. In a startlingly human voice, it said, " Please identify yourselves." Alejandro and his men stared at the Sentinel for a long minute before answering. There wa sno doubt in anyone's mind that if this thing were attacked, the attackers would be dead within 60 seconds.

It was 7'2" in height, clad in black KevIIIa armor, and it's titanium chassis gleamed dully in the dim light. In one clawed hand, it held a Staff from the forests of Wolf Island, a staff once wielded by the most fearsome sorceror of the Kothian Empire. It was the only one like it in existence, and the Sentinel was one of three who knew how to use it. The other two were Abbot Merton of The White-Robed Monks, and Alaric himself.

His other hand....arm, actually.... was a .35mm Gatling Gun capable of firing 225 rounds per second. Perched on both it's shoulders was a laser that could pierce five inches of steel plating.......at the lowest setting. Where it's face should have been, there was a multi-faceted orb reminiscient of the eye of a fly, only this orb was made of the rarest man-made ruby. The orb served as the Sentinal's info system.

One of Caesar's men opened his mouth to provide identification when they heard a voice say, " Well, it's about fucking time you showed up, asshole. I've been dealing with conspiracy theorists and whining women all friggin' day! I need a couple of beers, but I waited for you. Now, get your ass in here and let's get some serious drinking started."

Alaric grinned hugely and suddenly laughed out loud as the two men gave each other a bear-hug with much back-slapping following. Alaric snapped a word to the Sentinel, and it repositioned itself against the wall of the hallway. It went into Chameleon Mode........and virtually disappeared.

As Alaric and Alejandro entered the Emperor's inner sanctum, he called back to Alejandro's guards. " Don't worry, gentlemen. I'll have a servent bring you a case or two. Would you prefer the servent be a blonde, brunette, or redhead...................?"

"Dont bring forgein weapons near the 'copter!" The trench coat clad man shouted to the soldiers. "It's defense mechanisms don't like it."

OOC: I'll just assume that we're in the hall, waiting for the opening words.

The Sentinel blocked Caesar's progress down the hallway. In a startlingly human voice, it said, " Please identify yourselves." Alejandro and his men stared at the Sentinel for a long minute before answering. There wa sno doubt in anyone's mind that if this thing were attacked, the attackers would be dead within 60 seconds.

It was 7'2" in height, clad in black KevIIIa armor, and it's titanium chassis gleamed dully in the dim light. In one clawed hand, it held a Staff from the forests of Wolf Island, a staff once wielded by the most fearsome sorceror of the Kothian Empire. It was the only one like it in existence, and the Sentinel was one of three who knew how to use it. The other two were Abbot Merton of The White-Robed Monks, and Alaric himself.

His other hand....arm, actually.... was a .35mm Gatling Gun capable of firing 225 rounds per second. Perched on both it's shoulders was a laser that could pierce five inches of steel plating.......at the lowest setting. Where it's face should have been, there was a multi-faceted orb reminiscient of the eye of a fly, only this orb was made of the rarest man-made ruby. The orb served as the Sentinal's info system.

One of Caesar's men opened his mouth to provide identification when they heard a voice say, " Well, it's about fucking time you showed up, asshole. I've been dealing with conspiracy theorists and whining women all friggin' day! I need a couple of beers, but I waited for you. Now, get your ass in here and let's get some serious drinking started."

Alaric grinned hugely and suddenly laughed out loud as the two men gave each other a bear-hug with much back-slapping following. Alaric snapped a word to the Sentinel, and it repositioned itself against the wall of the hallway. It went into Chameleon Mode........and virtually disappeared.

As Alaric and Alejandro entered the Emperor's inner sanctum, he called back to Alejandro's guards. " Don't worry, gentlemen. I'll have a servent bring you a case or two. Would you prefer the servent be a blonde, brunette, or redhead...................?"



OOC: Actually my Men escorted my family to their suites…. But I’ll compensate…

Walking down the hall… Alejandro heard footsteps echo behind him… He turned and saw One of his men… Sprinting to catch up…Coming to a stop abreast & behind Alejandro…
The trooper lowered his head & thumped his chest… Alejandro grunted…”Damn… I should have known she’d send one along”… Turning around he bumped into something solid enough to cause him to stumble…At the same time a booming voice stated “Please identify yourselves." His Trooper grabbed his arm & Instinctively grabbed for his firearm… A massive Mauser 960 Python… A sidearm capable of punching a hole into an armored vehicle at 400 yds. As he began to Utter the ID code… Alejandro raised his arm and stopped the trooper from fully retrieving his sidearm… “HOLD” was all he uttered…
Taking a step back…He glanced up & down at the walking mountain of metal…Suddenly a door opened behind the sentry & Alaric shouted out "Well, it's about fucking time you showed up, asshole. I've been dealing with conspiracy theorists and whining women all friggin' day! I need a couple of beers, but I waited for you. Now, get your ass in here and let's get some serious drinking started." Smiling Alejandro sidestepped the Sentry deftly & entered Alaric’s inner sanctum… Glancing back he ordered the trooper to stand at ease…Turning back around…Alejandro uttered “HOLY SHIT…Alaric, What in the fuck inspired you to create that monstrosity”

Alaric grinned hugely and suddenly laughed out loud as the two men gave each other a bear-hug with much back-slapping following. Alaric snapped a word to the Sentinel, and it repositioned itself against the wall of the hallway. It went into Chameleon Mode........ and virtually disappeared.

As the door clicked shut… He turned an spotted the wetbar… Striding across the room… He grabbed two glasses added some ice & grabbed a bottle of the Glengarry Black Label he had given Alaric 2 yrs ago… Sitting down he filled both glasses up… Sitting the bottle down… He picked up his glass & downed it in one gulp….
Clenching his teeth he hissed….”Damn that’s some good shit”…

“So who’s all invited to this little hoe down????” He asked Alaric as he filled his glass to the brim again… Sitting back he nursed this one…

"Dont bring forgein weapons near the 'copter!" The trench coat clad man shouted to the soldiers. "It's defense mechanisms don't like it."


" Sir, there's a guy on the Sikorsky yelling something about inherent defense mechanisms. Tractor beam?"

The captain sighed. " Yes, corporal, the tractor beam. Turn up the shield strength vector so as to totally contain any possible misfire. And let that guy in the rain coat know that we will do our best not to blow him up, but that he must make an effort to neutralize any defense mechanisms on board that helicopter."

" Yessir. Tractor beam initialized. Shield vector adjusted." He then opened hailing frequencies to the Sikorsky. " Spiral Sun, this is XSL Central Tower. Be advised that your auto-protect weapons have been contained within a contained vector field. We will allow your craft to land. Tower out."

OOC: Actually my Men escorted my family to their suites…. But I’ll compensate…

Walking down the hall… Alejandro heard footsteps echo behind him… He turned and saw One of his men… Sprinting to catch up…Coming to a stop abreast & behind Alejandro…
The trooper lowered his head & thumped his chest… Alejandro grunted…”Damn… I should have known she’d send one along”… Turning around he bumped into something solid enough to cause him to stumble…At the same time a booming voice stated “Please identify yourselves." His Trooper grabbed his arm & Instinctively grabbed for his firearm… A massive Mauser 960 Python… A sidearm capable of punching a hole into an armored vehicle at 400 yds. As he began to Utter the ID code… Alejandro raised his arm and stopped the trooper from fully retrieving his sidearm… “HOLD” was all he uttered…
Taking a step back…He glanced up & down at the walking mountain of metal…Suddenly a door opened behind the sentry & Alaric shouted out "Well, it's about fucking time you showed up, asshole. I've been dealing with conspiracy theorists and whining women all friggin' day! I need a couple of beers, but I waited for you. Now, get your ass in here and let's get some serious drinking started." Smiling Alejandro sidestepped the Sentry deftly & entered Alaric’s inner sanctum… Glancing back he ordered the trooper to stand at ease…Turning back around…Alejandro uttered “HOLY SHIT…Alaric, What in the fuck inspired you to create that monstrosity”

Alaric grinned hugely and suddenly laughed out loud as the two men gave each other a bear-hug with much back-slapping following. Alaric snapped a word to the Sentinel, and it repositioned itself against the wall of the hallway. It went into Chameleon Mode........ and virtually disappeared.

As the door clicked shut… He turned an spotted the wetbar… Striding across the room… He grabbed two glasses added some ice & grabbed a bottle of the Glengarry Black Label he had given Alaric 2 yrs ago… Sitting down he filled both glasses up… Sitting the bottle down… He picked up his glass & downed it in one gulp….
Clenching his teeth he hissed….”Damn that’s some good shit”…

“So who’s all invited to this little hoe down????” He asked Alaric as he filled his glass to the brim again… Sitting back he nursed this one…



" Ah, nothing like a single malt Scotch. And whattya mean why did I create that monstrosity? I didn't......old Eric Valtane did. That monstrosity is one of 50,000 VLAI Sentinels I bought from him about 20 years before he died. I bought them at the same time I bought 50,000 ViZAI Paladins from ViZion. I use them both for security of government buildings and foreign embassies. The Paladins have been on the battlefield only once, against Xaltotun's Harpies. The Sentinels have never been engaged in battle, although I have considered it. My Spiders are the ones who have kicked ass many times. I have 12 million of them. Wouldv'e had about 7 million more if that dickhead Ghengiz hadn't hijacked the StarShip carrying them from NeoGaia and crashed it into Ricala's capitol. I'm considering combining the clones I got from you with the Spiders to form a First Strike Assault Corps. Shock troops. Fast, deadly....and expendable." There was a knock at the door. " Sonofabitch! What now?"

A guard poked his head into the office and said, " M'lord, Duke Ozgood is here and would like to have a minute of your time."

" Ah, yes. The Duke. I'd almost forgotten about him. By all means, send him in."

" Sir, there's a guy on the Sikorsky yelling something about inherent defense mechanisms. Tractor beam?"

The captain sighed. " Yes, corporal, the tractor beam. Turn up the shield strength vector so as to totally contain any possible misfire. And let that guy in the rain coat know that we will do our best not to blow him up, but that he must make an effort to neutralize any defense mechanisms on board that helicopter."

" Yessir. Tractor beam initialized. Shield vector adjusted." He then opened hailing frequencies to the Sikorsky. " Spiral Sun, this is XSL Central Tower. Be advised that your auto-protect weapons have been contained within a contained vector field. We will allow your craft to land. Tower out."

"It's more of a gravitonic warhead." The trench coat clad man said over the radio, as he opened a compartement in the back of the helicopter. "Pretty much, if some hostile personnel board this thing while Spirilian personnel are absent from a certain perimeter, it makes half of the hemisphere pretty much 'dissappear'."

OOC: As in the North-Eastern Hempishere, etc.

"It's more of a gravitonic warhead." The trench coat clad man said over the radio, as he opened a compartement in the back of the helicopter. "Pretty much, if some hostile personnel board this thing while Spirilian personnel are absent from a certain perimeter, it makes half of the hemisphere pretty much 'dissappear'."

OOC: As in the North-Eastern Hempishere, etc.


With that piece of information, the captain immediately ordered a TransBeam lock put on the HC. If that warhead showed the slightest intention of arming, it would be beamed 30,000 miles out into space.

" Sir, would you please identify yourself?"

"I am Generalissimo Totrue Tufaar, of thhe Federated Republics of Spiral Sun." Tufaar replied. "And if you don't mind I would like to send for whoever assigned my to this copter, so I can beat them to death."

"I am Generalissimo Totrue Tufaar, of thhe Federated Republics of Spiral Sun." Tufaar replied. "And if you don't mind I would like to send for whoever assigned my to this copter, so I can beat them to death."


" Generalissimo, that won't be necessary. If you wish, we can Beam you directly ot the Hall of Meeting, and make any repairs to your craft you deem necessary."

" Generalissimo, that won't be necessary. If you wish, we can Beam you directly ot the Hall of Meeting, and make any repairs to your craft you deem necessary."
'It probably is necessary.' Tufaar thought to himself before replying, "That will be good. Is there a room I can change in? I often will put my uniform away, when I'm in a helicopter or plane, to prevent scorch marks."

'It probably is necessary.' Tufaar thought to himself before replying, "That will be good. Is there a room I can change in? I often will put my uniform away, when I'm in a helicopter or plane, to prevent scorch marks."


In resonse, Tufaar found himself in a dressing room on the third floor of the Hall. " Generalissimo, you are now in the Hall of Meeting two floors above the reception area," came a voice from a speaker in the ceiling. " When you are finished dressing, a Vhammpyrian Warrior will escort tyou to the Emperor. If you need anything, just speak out loud, and it will be provided for you."

In resonse, Tufaar found himself in a dressing room on the third floor of the Hall. " Generalissimo, you are now in the Hall of Meeting two floors above the reception area," came a voice from a speaker in the ceiling. " When you are finished dressing, a Vhammpyrian Warrior will escort tyou to the Emperor. If you need anything, just speak out loud, and it will be provided for you."

Putting down a suitcase he was carrying, Tufaar took out his uniform. He put on an asparagus green uniform, a combination cap with a golden sun and spiral on it, a fair sized ribbon bar (used as a keyboard), and a black swagger stick, with an emerald on the tip. He took a swig from his silver hip flask, bearing the same golden symbol from his hat. He placed his other set of clothes in the suitcase, carfully moving his Presidential sash. Holstering a S&W Model 686, Tufaar took a double take. "Vhammpyrian?!?

Putting down a suitcase he was carrying, Tufaar took out his uniform. He put on an asparagus green uniform, a combination cap with a golden sun and spiral on it, a fair sized ribbon bar (used as a keyboard), and a black swagger stick, with an emerald on the tip. He took a swig from his silver hip flask, bearing the same golden symbol from his hat. He placed his other set of clothes in the suitcase, carfully moving his Presidential sash. Holstering a S&W Model 686, Tufaar took a double take. "Vhammpyrian?!?


The door chimed, and as it opened, Vhammpyrian Warrior Hychglyu bowed before the Generalissimo. " Sir, I have been ordered to accompany you to the Hall of Meeting. The Emperor is awaiting your presence." Through a set of scarlet feral eyes, Hycglyu watched the representatve of Spiral Sun.....

Keeping his eyes closed to avoid them being seen, Tufaar put on his dark sunglasses. Moving his mask that was slightly riding on his neck his turned to the Vhammpyrian, clicking his heels, he brought up his right, balled fist to his right shoulder. 'Red eyes...' Tufaar thought to himself.

Keeping his eyes closed to avoid them being seen, Tufaar put on his dark sunglasses. Moving his mask that was slightly riding on his neck his turned to the Vhammpyrian, clicking his heels, he brought up his right, balled fist to his right shoulder. 'Red eyes...' Tufaar thought to himself.


The Warrior stepped aside to let Tufaar out of the room, then took up position two paces ahead in order to lead him to the Hall. As they strode down the dimly lit corridiors of purple and grey marble, the sound of many voices grew louder as they progressed. In another twenty paces, they emerged in a cavernous room populated by dozens of dignitaries who gave them scant attention. The Warrior said, " If you will continue straight across the room, you will come to a table laden with food. If you wish, have something to eat, and then proceed to the Emperor's office. I will be near if you require assistance." He bowed once more to the Generalissimo, and merged into the crowd.

Ignoring the buffet, Tufaar headed strait to the Emperor's office, while humming Dixie.

Ignoring the buffet, Tufaar headed strait to the Emperor's office, while humming Dixie.


A guard opened the door to Alaric's office, Alaric thinking it was Duke Ozgood. Instead, a curious little man in the uniform bearing a sun and a spiral motif entered. The Emperor, Caesar Alejandro,and the recently arrived Duchess of Elyria-Lorain waited for the man to introduce himself.

"Good day, I am Totrue Tufaar, and you would all be...?" Tufaar asked, placing his swagger stick under his arm.

OOC: Tufaar is over six feet tall. Also, the symbol is my flag, for future reference

"Good day, I am Totrue Tufaar, and you would all be...?" Tufaar asked, placing his swagger stick under his arm.

OOC: Tufaar is over six feet tall. Also, the symbol is my flag, for future reference


The Emperor stood, looked down on the.......General.......and made the introductions. " General, may I introduce Duchess Priscilla d'Avignon-Elyrie of Elyria-Lorain, Caesar Alejandro Valtane of Mandalore Prime, and I am Emperor Alaric Tan'it of Xeraph. The gentlemen entering the room behind you are Lord Sethanis of Black Shadows and Prince Vlad of The Grey Phoenix. I understand that you had a bit of a situation earlier with your helicopter?"

"Since we are using titles, I am the Generalissimo of the Federated Republics of Spiral Sun." Tufaar said, eyeing the other people. “And I believe we all have situations at times, and I’m sure you all know the trouble bureaucrats, mechanics, and underlings in general, can be.

"Since we are using titles, I am the Generalissimo of the Federated Republics of Spiral Sun." Tufaar said, eyeing the other people. “And I believe we all have situations at times, and I’m sure you all know the trouble bureaucrats, mechanics, and underlings in general, can be.


Sethanis asked, " Having problems with your logistics people?"

Sethanis asked, " Having problems with your logistics people?"
"Yes, it's kind of become a hobby of the bureaucrats, plantation workers, The Accomplices, and just about every other person in the P.G.C." Tufaar gritted his teeth. "They especially enjoy drugging me."

Priscilla sat waiting for this curious Generalissimo to answer. He had an air of distraction about him, as if he were incapable of focussing on a thought for more than a few seconds. Then the door opened again......and the evening started to get seriously strange.

She had seen a good many odd things in her life, most of them having something to do with Xeraph, and this was no exception. What walked through the door was another in a long list of weird happenings in the Xeraphian Empire.

The....thing....had a basic humanoid appearence about it, but you could tell it wasn't human. Or at least most of it wasn't. It stood about five feet tall, it's..skin?..had the look of oily black satin, and it's appendages where there would normally be arms were reminiscent of long lumps of dough. It's only clothing was a single skirt-like rag that hung from waist to floor. Embedded in the skin of it's upper chest were emeralds which flashed in no apparent order once every 30 seconds. It's face looked human enough, but the hundreds of tiny pins protruding from the back of it's skull ended all semblance of humanity.

" Ah, Direktor Sird67", said the Emperor. " I'm glad your'e here. I was about to let these good people in on the newest addition to the Empire. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the head of our newest annexation, Sird67 of The Dominion of S3 Mech SuB Terran."

"Yes, it's kind of become a hobby of the bureaucrats, plantation workers, The Accomplices, and just about every other person in the P.G.C." Tufaar gritted his teeth. "They especially enjoy drugging me."

The others looked at each other as if to say, " What in hell is this guy talking about." Sethanis spoke up. " Sorry, General. Perhaps I didn't understand. You are the head of a country, but the various departments of your government are against you? And they drug you?"

The others looked at each other as if to say, " What in hell is this guy talking about." Sethanis spoke up. " Sorry, General. Perhaps I didn't understand. You are the head of a country, but the various departments of your government are against you? And they drug you?"
"It's in the job description. Plus it's still better than what happens to some other heads of government and state. I'm pretty sure Emperor Serra Kraust has something to do with it."

"It's in the job description. Plus it's still better than what happens to some other heads of government and state. I'm pretty sure Emperor Serra Kraust has something to do with it."


Sethanis folded his arms and took a very long look at the Generalissimo. " Sir, if I may be so bold, but this is unlike anything we've encountered before. And believe me, we've been around the block a few times. What is it your'e doing here in Ravenii, and what, if anything, do you want?"

This is when Sird67 went psycho. He glanced at the Generalissimo, and the lower portion of his arms suddenly rippled with fire. As the covering on them began to bubble and liquify, all could see that underneath the doughy substance was a metallic skeletan which was beginning to glow a bluish-yellow glow. Sird had still not spoken, but now turned his face towards the Generalissimo, raised his arm, and a shot of pure light came from the tip of his fingers, enveloping the Generalissimo. The other arm was pointed towards the ceiling, and the beam that came from it was a dark green, which silently burned a hole in it.

As soon as the hole was large enough, Sird67 pulled the Generalissimo towards him, fastening him to his back with the metal cords that appeared from a small raised section of Sirds belt. In an instant, they were through the hole and gone.

For a good two minutes, no one said a word. Vlad finally broke the silence. " Alaric....what the fuck was that all about? Where did they go? Do you realize that that guy is a representative of a foreign government? Is he dead? SAY SOMETHING!"

Alaric had been leaning against the wall the entire time Sird67 was doing his thing, apparently unperturbed. The Duchess was hiding under the desk, and Alejandro was staring around, wide-eyed. " Relax people. I don't have the time or the knowledge to fully explain what happend here, but in a nutshell, here's the story."

" About two years ago, one of my archaeologists found some evidence...ancient evidence...that the old Kothians had found a way to seperate a person's psyche from his body. Some call it the soul. They found that if they could reprogram a person's psyche, that they would be able cure whatever it was that ailed the person. It worked, and it worked so well that the military got hold of it and enslaved the entire populace by creating an artificial world which the people thought was real. For ages, only a handful of people knew about this, and so the Kothian Empire grew strong because the people were deceived into thinking that the way they were living was reality. Then we came along........and you all know that story."

" The bottom line is that I have created an entire race and nation of Sirds who are what I call SuB Terran Mechs, a combination of AI technology and Alejandro's clones. They are human in only the smallest sense of the word, and their purpose is to rip through the veil of conventional sanity and insert an entirely new slate of consciousness. A slate that we will control. And before I hear the objections, just think about what this would mean for the fight against terrorism. We'd get them and provide them with an 'acceptable reality', one that is non-violent and productive."

Priscilla had come out from beneath the desk. " So what about the Generalissimo? Where is he?"

Alaric smiled. She was quite beautiful, even if a bit disheveled. " Oh, he's still here. He's just temporarily in another plane, parallel to this one. He'll be back in about, oh, five minutes. Hopefully changed, and a man at peace. See, here's the deal. Sird67 recognized a psychotic aura, and because of his programming, acted. Simple."

Sethanis spoke up. " Simple my ass. This had better work or our ass is in a sling."

A light began to glow in the middle of the room. They were about to find out if their collective asses were about to be placed in a sling..............

A guard poked his head into the office and said, " Milord, Duke Ozgood is here and would like to have a minute of your time."

" Ah, yes. The Duke. I'd almost forgotten about him. By all means, send him in."

As the guard excused himself… Alejandro Noticed Duchess Priscilla d'Avignon-Elyrie of Elyria-Lorain enter the office.. He sat there nursing his 3rd glass of Glengarry Black Label Whiskey since he entered… Nodding his head to signal he registered her presence… He sat back his head & vision swirling a bit…”Damn” he muttered I don’t remember this stuff being so powerful…”Whew”… Shaking his head to clear his thoughts He saw a gentlemen enter followed by two others he recognized as Lord Sethanis of Black Shadows & Prince Vlad of The Grey Phoenix.
Sitting there he heard Alaric address the man as General…
Getting up he excused himself & went into Alaric bathroom to splash some cool liquid on his face… As he got up he stumbled for the briefest of seconds… Thinking quick enough to make it look like he tripped on a small statue sitting near the couch… Excusing himself Alejandro locked the door behind him & leaned over the sink…. Turning on the cold water…He splashed some on his face… Almost instantly some of the fogginess disappeared… Grabbing a wash clothe he got it wet & sat on a conveniently placed chair, Where he placed it across his face… After a few seconds… He reached into his pocket & pulled out a small vial.. Popping one of the pills… Alejandro sat back for a few & let the quick acting drug to enter his bloodstream…

Getting up Alejandro noticed that everything became very clear… “Got to remind myself to give the Scientist Caste of raise… These hangover pills work wonders”
As he left the room he noticed a rather peculiar figure standing in the door… Bringing up memories of a project his scientist had worked on several years ago to keep the fatality rate of MP troops down…

Suddenly Alaric piped up…” Ah, Direktor Sird67", said the Emperor. " I'm glad you’re here. I was about to let these good people in on the newest addition to the Empire. Ladies and gentlemen, may I present the head of our newest annexation, Sird67 of The Dominion of S3 Mech SuB Terran."

Quickly yet with a regal air…He crossed back over to the couch & sat down next to his Niece…Suddenly all hell broke loose... Alejandro sat there stupified
wondering if those pills had actually worked or maybe he was dreaming this when Alaric begin to speak...

OOC: Sorry, but am I still in the room? It's some godawful hour here and I just got back into the country... I can't make sense of anything right now.

'This will probably mean war.' Tufaar thought to himself, typing on the keyboard that is his ribbon bar.

OOC: Sorry, but am I still in the room? It's some godawful hour here and I just got back into the country... I can't make sense of anything right now.

ooc: you had just entered the Hall, and were on your way to Alaric's office for a private meeting.

'This will probably mean war.' Tufaar thought to himself, typing on the keyboard that is his ribbon bar.

ooc: why? you are normal now. no more drugs, no oppression....you should be grateful instead of hostile.

Sethanis folded his arms and took a very long look at the Generalissimo. " Sir, if I may be so bold, but this is unlike anything we've encountered before. And believe me, we've been around the block a few times. What is it your'e doing here in Ravenii, and what, if anything, do you want?"

This is when Sird67 went psycho. He glanced at the Generalissimo, and the lower portion of his arms suddenly rippled with fire. As the covering on them began to bubble and liquify, all could see that underneath the doughy substance was a metallic skeletan which was beginning to glow a bluish-yellow glow. Sird had still not spoken, but now turned his face towards the Generalissimo, raised his arm, and a shot of pure light came from the tip of his fingers, enveloping the Generalissimo. The other arm was pointed towards the ceiling, and the beam that came from it was a dark green, which silently burned a hole in it.

As soon as the hole was large enough, Sird67 pulled the Generalissimo towards him, fastening him to his back with the metal cords that appeared from a small raised section of Sirds belt. In an instant, they were through the hole and gone.

For a good two minutes, no one said a word. Vlad finally broke the silence. " Alaric....what the fuck was that all about? Where did they go? Do you realize that that guy is a representative of a foreign government? Is he dead? SAY SOMETHING!"

Alaric had been leaning against the wall the entire time Sird67 was doing his thing, apparently unperturbed. The Duchess was hiding under the desk, and Alejandro was staring around, wide-eyed. " Relax people. I don't have the time or the knowledge to fully explain what happend here, but in a nutshell, here's the story."

" About two years ago, one of my archaeologists found some evidence...ancient evidence...that the old Kothians had found a way to seperate a person's psyche from his body. Some call it the soul. They found that if they could reprogram a person's psyche, that they would be able cure whatever it was that ailed the person. It worked, and it worked so well that the military got hold of it and enslaved the entire populace by creating an artificial world which the people thought was real. For ages, only a handful of people knew about this, and so the Kothian Empire grew strong because the people were deceived into thinking that the way they were living was reality. Then we came along........and you all know that story."

" The bottom line is that I have created an entire race and nation of Sirds who are what I call SuB Terran Mechs, a combination of AI technology and Alejandro's clones. They are human in only the smallest sense of the word, and their purpose is to rip through the veil of conventional sanity and insert an entirely new slate of consciousness. A slate that we will control. And before I hear the objections, just think about what this would mean for the fight against terrorism. We'd get them and provide them with an 'acceptable reality', one that is non-violent and productive."

Priscilla had come out from beneath the desk. " So what about the Generalissimo? Where is he?"

Alaric smiled. She was quite beautiful, even if a bit disheveled. " Oh, he's still here. He's just temporarily in another plane, parallel to this one. He'll be back in about, oh, five minutes. Hopefully changed, and a man at peace. See, here's the deal. Sird67 recognized a psychotic aura, and because of his programming, acted. Simple."

Sethanis spoke up. " Simple my ass. This had better work or our ass is in a sling."

A light began to glow in the middle of the room. They were about to find out if their collective asses were about to be placed in a sling..............


The light continued to grow, until it was almost unbearable to look at. Abruptly, the light faded, and the Generalissimo stood in the exact center of the room. Looking around, he opened his mouth as if to say something....

"Why the hell was I strapped on that thing's back?!?" Tufaar bellowed.

With the construction of the new Xeraphian Royal City of Ravenii complete, the Emperor, Alaric Tan'it, has decreed that there will be a Celebration Feast to commemorate and consecrate the city.

The following nations have already indicated that they will attend:

Manaque
Elyria-Lorain
Black Shadows
Xirnium
Vhammpyr
Comatica
The Grey Legions
Reloria
The Black Katanas
Mandalore Prime
The Grey Phoenix
The White-Robed Monks
Wiccan Shadows
Tarlag
The Crossman Imperium
Auralinia
Gruenberg
Spiral Sun
The Burnsian Desert
Edvardus


Ravenii is constructed of black, grey, and purple Anthurian marble imported from the planet NeoGaia in the Typhon Expanse.

There are thirty-three brand new Ambassadorial Compounds in the city, each on a twenty acre parcel of beautifully landscaped grounds. Each has a private HeloPad, an Olympic-sized pool, a primary residence, and a secondary residence for staff. There is also a barracks for security teams.

As per Xeraphian tradition, the buildings in Ravenii are no more than one story above ground, with three additional stories below ground.

Most travel around the city is accomplished via TransBeam.

In addition to the new city, there is a major military complex sixty miles west of Ravenii. It includes an AirBase and a Royal Marine Recon/Fast Deploy base.

Ravenii enjoys a new International Airport, and has the distinction of being the only city in Xeraph to have a SpacePort. The SpacePort's primary facility is sixty-fives miles up directly over the city, and it's secondary facility is adjacent to the airport.

The Emperor and Nobles of the Empire are eagerly awaiting the arrival of the celebrants, due to arrive within a few days.

The Emperor has issued an invitation to any and all nations who wish to attend the celebration.

This sounds nice. I'm in.

George of Arawakia looked at himself in the mirror. ''This is a nice uniform for the trip to Ravenii.'' he said. He wore a Arawakian uniform and fixed himself up when he noticed one of his daughters, the 18 year old Elizabeth.

''Hello, Elizabeth. How are you on this fine day in Arawakia?'' George said, giving his daughter a family embrace. ''I'm good, dad.'' Elizabeth said. George and Elizabeth would be going to the celebration together.

The Arawakians said bye to George and Elizabeth, as well as their other family members. They boarded a plane and went off to Ravenii.

When they landed, George came out first, followed by Elizabeth. He helped her off and George looked around. ''I feel like Peter in Europe (Peter the Arawak, a historic Arawakian figure)''.

George and Elizabeth would wait for an offical to greet them, trying to be respectful. George looked and said ''This is a nice city. Very well kept.'' Elizabeth looked around as well, saying similar things. She was a beautiful young woman, and George a handsome man himself.

And now we wait.

"Why the hell was I strapped on that thing's back?!?" Tufaar bellowed.


ooc: read the post. you had a psychotic aura and so were cured.

OOC: I believe it would be better if Tufaar could get the answer IC, so he can give a... proper response.

OOC: I believe it would be better if Tufaar could get the answer IC, so he can give a... proper response. And No, he was not.

[QUOTE=Arawakia]This sounds nice. I'm in.

George of Arawakia looked at himself in the mirror. ''This is a nice uniform for the trip to Ravenii.'' he said. He wore a Arawakian uniform and fixed himself up when he noticed one of his daughters, the 18 year old Elizabeth.

''Hello, Elizabeth. How are you on this fine day in Arawakia?'' George said, giving his daughter a family embrace. ''I'm good, dad.'' Elizabeth said. George and Elizabeth would be going to the celebration together.

The Arawakians said bye to George and Elizabeth, as well as their other family members. They boarded a plane and went off to Ravenii.

When they landed, George came out first, followed by Elizabeth. He helped her off and George looked around. ''I feel like Peter in Europe (Peter the Arawak, a historic Arawakian figure)''.

George and Elizabeth would wait for an offical to greet them, trying to be respectful. George looked and said ''This is a nice city. Very well kept.'' Elizabeth looked around as well, saying similar things. She was a beautiful young woman, and George a handsome man himself.

And now we wait.[/QUOTE



They were there for just a minute or two when two fully armed Humvees pulled up in front of the newly arrived guests. A Lt. Col. jumped out of the Hummer, saluted, and asked, " To whom have I the pleasure of speaking, sir? And where are you from?"

OOC: I believe it would be better if Tufaar could get the answer IC, so he can give a... proper response. And No, he was not.


Prince Vlad looked amused. Evidently, the trip to a parallel universe didn't have the effect that Alaric hoped it would. " You, sir, are back in the Emperor's office. Would you care for a drink?" He was all but laughing out loud at this point, and the others were grinning from ear to ear. All but Alaric, who was alternating between being pissed that the Sird67 didn't work and being somewhat relieved that the Generalissimo was back in one piece.

" Mr. Totrue, do you remember any of the previous 15 minutes?"

[QUOTE=Arawakia]This sounds nice. I'm in.

George of Arawakia looked at himself in the mirror. ''This is a nice uniform for the trip to Ravenii.'' he said. He wore a Arawakian uniform and fixed himself up when he noticed one of his daughters, the 18 year old Elizabeth.

''Hello, Elizabeth. How are you on this fine day in Arawakia?'' George said, giving his daughter a family embrace. ''I'm good, dad.'' Elizabeth said. George and Elizabeth would be going to the celebration together.

The Arawakians said bye to George and Elizabeth, as well as their other family members. They boarded a plane and went off to Ravenii.

When they landed, George came out first, followed by Elizabeth. He helped her off and George looked around. ''I feel like Peter in Europe (Peter the Arawak, a historic Arawakian figure)''.

George and Elizabeth would wait for an offical to greet them, trying to be respectful. George looked and said ''This is a nice city. Very well kept.'' Elizabeth looked around as well, saying similar things. She was a beautiful young woman, and George a handsome man himself.

And now we wait.[/QUOTE



They were there for just a minute or two when two fully armed Humvees pulled up in front of the newly arrived guests. A Lt. Col. jumped out of the Hummer, saluted, and asked, " To whom have I the pleasure of speaking, sir? And where are you from?"

''I am George of Arawakia, and this is one of my daughters, Elizabeth.'' George said respectfully. ''We have come for the Ravenii Celebration.'' George stated, so to tell the man why they were there.

Perhaps the man would escort the Arawak guests to the Celebrations.

[QUOTE=Xeraph]

''I am George of Arawakia, and this is one of my daughters, Elizabeth.'' George said respectfully. ''We have come for the Ravenii Celebration.'' George stated, so to tell the man why they were there.

Perhaps the man would escort the Arawak guests to the Celebrations.

" On behalf of the Emperor, I welcome you. Please climb into our transports, and I will be happy to escort you to the Hall of Meeting. Alaric will be most pleased to see you."

George and Elizabeth did so, and within minutes, they were standing in front of the massive doors of the Hall. Two Vhammpyric Warriors appeared, bowed, and one said, " Please follow us. The Emperor is within minutes of giving his opening address." The Warriors led the pair inside the building and then to a long table piled high with many kinds of prepared foods. " Please help yourself. If you are in need of assistance, let us know." The Warriors again bowed, and departed.

Alejandro sat there...Staring at the entity which had by now reappeared... Looking over at Alaric... Alejandro got up walked over to Alaric's desk...Poured himself a shot of whiskey downed then said Fuck it... And grabbed the bottle of Glengarry Black Label & proceeded to drain it down in one long pull...

setting the now empty bottle down...Alejandro looked over & saw the Priscilla still had a shocked look on her face... With that he grabbed another bottle of Liquer.. & two glasses with ice & sat down beside her...pouring her a glass of Scotch... He poured himself one...Drank it...Then took a long pull off the bottle...

Prince Vlad looked amused. Evidently, the trip to a parallel universe didn't have the effect that Alaric hoped it would. " You, sir, are back in the Emperor's office. Would you care for a drink?" He was all but laughing out loud at this point, and the others were grinning from ear to ear. All but Alaric, who was alternating between being pissed that the Sird67 didn't work and being somewhat relieved that the Generalissimo was back in one piece.

" Mr. Totrue, do you remember any of the previous 15 minutes?"
"Totrue is my first name, Tufaar is my surname. I remember stabbing something, and are you TRYING to make me lose control?!?" Tufaar seethed, taking a glass of whiskey. "Whos bathtub did this come from?"

The Queen strolled casually down the hall, taking in the beautiful stonework and statues that lined it. She paused at a few and read the descriptions engraved into them, to the chagrin of her entourage. But, "the Queen roams where she pleases" and they had no control over it. After about five minutes, she finally arrived at the door to Alaric's office. Nodding at the Queen, one of her officers knocked heavily on the door, making a slight indentation with the steel knuckles of his gauntlet. She looked sternly at him, and prepared to pull out a medium-sized Burned Note from her purse...

[QUOTE=Arawakia]" On behalf of the Emperor, I welcome you. Please climb into our transports, and I will be happy to escort you to the Hall of Meeting. Alaric will be most pleased to see you."

George and Elizabeth did so, and within minutes, they were standing in front of the massive doors of the Hall. Two Vhammpyric Warriors appeared, bowed, and one said, " Please follow us. The Emperor is within minutes of giving his opening address." The Warriors led the pair inside the building and then to a long table piled high with many kinds of prepared foods. " Please help yourself. If you are in need of assistance, let us know." The Warriors again bowed, and departed.

George and Elizabeth thanked the Warriors and they looked around. They took some food and sat down somewhere, talking about their surroundings and stuff. They did not mind interacting with others (I guess others can talk to them if they wish to).

They looked around, looking at things like the other people who were there.

A Note- I guess if you guys want, you can interact with my guys.

After the Commotion Alejandro got up…. Thanks to those pills any effect the alcohol might have had was mitigated…

Excusing himself he left Alaric’s Office & with his Bodyguard in tow…Made their way to the suites that were assigned to Him & his family…

Walking in…His wife came out of the dressing room wearing another designer dress… His twin sons… Were just entering from the Rec Room… Dressed in their Academy Class A’s
Each was wearing their Sashes denoting there class rank…. They also wore their Dress Swords along with a personal sword… Signifying them as Royalty…

Smiling he leaned over & kissed his wife before reaching down to ruffle both boys hair… Which didn’t make them happy…

Going into the dressing room… He changed into his formal clothes dictating his rank & status

He wore the Dress Uniform of a General of the Mandalorian Army… With Numerous medals adorning his chest… Reaching down he grabbed his sash & tied it around his waist… Before grabbing his swords & securing them around his waist…. Standing there he smoothed out his uniform… With that a knock at the door… “Enter”

His butler entered & announced that the Festivities were beginning… And that a motorcade had arrived to take him & his family to the celebration…

“Thank you.. Charles”

With that He left the dressing room & Went out with his family & got into the motorcade & began the all too short trip back to the celebration….

ooc: OK, everyone. sorry about the delay. I wasn't able to access the forums for almost 2 weeks. mods evidently straightened it out. will be posting shortly.