NationStates Jolt Archive

Greetings all nations, I hope your days are going well.

I have a good offer to put forward to you good sirs and madams. My daughter Kira is in search of a husband - and along with marriage comes a link into a promising oil goldmine with alliance to the great Kingdom of Euphorictrance & The Three United Isles.

Kira (http://www.promdressshop.com/ppp/images/P675promdress.jpg)

Talifax, Helicon International Business Scraper

Richard Helicon sat in his mutli-story sky scraper, resting in the bubbeling jacuzzi as one of his various secretaries read off letters and announcements, most of which did not stir the least bit of intrest in the man. "Bahhhh.... sell the damned factory, and move the workers to our Cambodian Production site... it what? Sunofa... then rebuild in... indonesia. Oh, and remind me later of the Cambodian Incident... Mr. Ling has some explaining to do...", grumbled Helicon, as he flipped through the channels, staring at the massive, multi-big screen TV - TV, clearly bored out of his mind. "Wait, say that again? A Gold Mine and Marriage to a Princess. Grab my coat and fire up a jet... I have business in Euphorictrance."

Dearest King and Queen of Euphorictrance,

I have long searched for a woman as stunning and charming as your daughter, and believe this to be a key opportunity to strengthen ties between our... nations. Both unlimited economic and political stability will be brought to our... people for thousands of years to come. I wish to visit your lands to discuss the specifics of the arrangement, and meet your daughter. Please advise a suitable place and time to arrive.

~Richard Helicon

The Emperor of Visha heard of this proposal of Euphorictrance. Thinking on it, he remembered the Tournament being held, one prize was the hand of one of his daughters in marriage. When reading the reports, he noticed a voice, someone he knew...

''She is very beautiful.'' Prince Vega said. Vega looked at the picture of Kira that came with the notice. It was a very beautiful young lady, he felt. The Emperor nodded and said ''Well, she's looking for marriage. Are you interested, my son?''

Vega's eyes looked now at his father. The Emperor said ''There is also an oil goldmine in the notice too.'' Vega nodded and said ''You can have the oil goldmine, I only want the chance to settle down with Princess Kira.''

The Emperor nodded and began to have a notice made:

''To: Euphorictrance and those in authority
From: The Emperor of Visha

I have read over your notice and I hope Kira finds herself a good person to be with in life. After consideration, etc, I have a suitor who is interested. My son, Prince Vega is interested in this proposal. He saw the picture of Kira and remarked she had high beauty.

Vega is one of my sons, a Prince of Visha. If any marriage deal goes through, the newlyweds can live in Euphorictrance or Visha. Prince Vega is a good young man, he respects Princess Kira and would like it if he could get to visit her and meet her.

We respect any of your decisions concerning this issue. We hope you will consider Prince Vega of Visha to marry the esteemed Princess Kira. We thank you for your time in reading this.

Signed,
The Emperor of Visha''

How would Euphorictrance react?

Kira sat in the high tower of the palace, she looked in the mirror and then looked outside and sighed.

she then went down to the stables and saddled up her horse, she went for a ride to the beach and then came back to recieve two pieces of feedback.


'Invite them both, with one week intervals' she commanded to her maid.

(Which one is going first?)

Talifax International - Helicon Private Jet

"Another? Well... I assume this did look a little too easy... whom may I ask is it?", questioned Helicon as he read over some briefs on the Euphorictran Oil Fields... a very profitable venture if properly funded. "A Prince Sir... a Prince of Visha. He is known as Vega.", remarked his female secretary, sipping a bottle of mineral water. "A Prince... my God im fighting a Prince for the hand of a Princess... well... can he be bought?", grumbled Helicon, punching numbers into his lap top. "Not sure sir... I will send a proposal to the Emporer as soon as possible. Ten Million should do it?", asked the young blonde, calculating numbers instaneously. "Make it twenty. I dont want anything fucking this up... understand?", stated the man, running his hands through his slicked back black hair. "Sir... what if... what if he doesn't accept?", asked the puzzled woman. "Then call Mr. Jennings... and make him accept." The sentenced was concluded with a simple grin.

Secret Telegram to the Emporer of Visha

Dearest Sir,

It appears as if our intrests are as of the moment, conflicting. This is proving to be quite a problem for the Helicon Corporation in their quest to become intertwined with the Oil Dynasty of the Euphorictran's. We formerly request you withdraw your sons' proposal from the race, and cut all motives for attempting to do such. If it is a woman the prince needs, we can accomidate him. If you would be so kind as to accomadate my request, I will see USD $20,000,000 deposited into the Vishan National Treasury... or his majesties private back account... whichever seems most fit.

H

Kira held the phone to her ear and dialled the number for Helicons office.

'You may visit now if you wish, I will be here waiting' she said, her accent thick and slightly husky.

Secret Telegram From The Emperor of Visha

It has come to my attention that you do not want my son to be involved in the issue of Princess Kira. After consideration of the telegram you have sent me, I respectfully decline the offer. I do not think I wish to accept this offer, no matter how big the money grant would be. My son is interested only in Kira and I don't see why I should step in and eradicate any chances of even a meeting between them.

For what is to stop others from stepping in, wanting to have the hand of Kira in marriage? Can you have enough money grants to give them, so that they drop out of the race?

If you will not like me or my actions like refusing your offer, then so be it. I don't want people to think things about me, my son or the Vishan Empire.

Signed,
The Emperor of Visha

Meanwhile,
Prince Vega talked with one of his sisters before writing his own letter to Kira:

''Dear Princess Kira,

I am Prince Vega of Visha, son of the Emperor. I am the other candidate for your fair hand, next to the Helicon Corporation and their candidate. I would like to ask if I, a Prince of Visha, may depart from my homeland and come to Euphorictrance. To see you, a very beautiful young woman, would be a honor. I hope you will allow me to visit you.

I will depart as soon as I get the authority to visit your nation, in order to see you. I respect your decisions and if you choose the Helicon candidate, I hope you and him would have a prosperous marriage and life together.

Sincerely,
Prince Vega''

The Emperor meanwhile contemplated things. ''Let us see what they will do, now that I have declined their offer.''

Kira held the phone to her ear and dialled the number for Helicons office.

'You may visit now if you wish, I will be here waiting' she said, her accent thick and slightly husky.

Kira read the letter and smiled.

she replied back.

I have arranged for week long visits, I do not wish for you to compete against eachother because it doesnt give me a true reflection of you.

thank you

Bump

Greetings all nations, I hope your days are going well.

I have a good offer to put forward to you good sirs and madams. My daughter Kira is in search of a husband - and along with marriage comes a link into a promising oil goldmine with alliance to the great Kingdom of Euphorictrance & The Three United Isles.

Kira (http://www.promdressshop.com/ppp/images/P675promdress.jpg)

Our nation, descended from Australian Aboriginals and Napoleonic soliders and officers, offer to Princess Kira for a suitor, General Jacques Lacroix. Lacroix is a General in the Army and would be honored if he could meet Kira.

Telegram in reply:

we would like for your general to visit the Princess, you may visit whenever you please

Hans Beckenbauer of Skgorria has expressed interest at meeting this Kira. He is a member of the Storm Squad, an elite division of the Skgorrian Armed Forces, and is literate in several languages. He tends to cry at sunsets because they are so beautiful, and enjoys singing rousing songs or playing them on his tuba.

Telegram to all interested nations:

You may visit when you wish, you need to give us enough notice to make catering bookings etc

Telegram to all interested nations:

You may visit when you wish, you need to give us enough notice to make catering bookings etc

Beckenbauer would like to meet the Princess as soon as he could

You may visit now if you wish

You may visit now if you wish

OOC: whey! :D

IC: Beckenbauer stepped out of the private jet, sick to his stomach. Should not have eaten that shrimp... his stomach complained. However the thought of meeting the lovely Kira soon perked him up, so he brushed down his dress uniform, adjusted his peaked cap and marched over to Passport Control, his bag in one hand.
"Name?" asked the passport controller
"Hans Beckenbauer of Skgorria" he said, passing over his passport.
"Purpose of visit?"
"To woo the lovely Kira" Beckenbauer said with a smirk
Sighing, the controller handed back the passport and moved him on. He looked for some sort of representative to meet....

Telegram in reply:

we would like for your general to visit the Princess, you may visit whenever you please

General Lacroix visited Queen Sarah I before going to Euphorictrance. He landed on the nation's soil, dressed in French-Aboriginal military uniform. Escorted by several Honor Guards, he walked through the airport, admiring how things were well kept.

He expected a Euphorictrance offical to greet him, he muttered this in French. He spoke English, French and Australian Aboriginal.

There was a hooded figure at the entrance.

'Hans?' the voice asked it sounded potentially female.

'follow me....' she said, she lead him to the castle which was close to the small airport, the person took him up some stairs to a large oak door, a key came out and the door was unlocked, and the figure walked in.

seeing confusion she pushed back her hood to reveal a golden face and blond curls.

'welcome to my abode sir' she said smiling, letting the cloak drop to the floor revealing a curve hugging lilac dress.

General Lacroix visited Queen Sarah I before going to Euphorictrance. He landed on the nation's soil, dressed in French-Aboriginal military uniform. Escorted by several Honor Guards, he walked through the airport, admiring how things were well kept.

He expected a Euphorictrance offical to greet him, he muttered this in French. He spoke English, French and Australian Aboriginal.

OOC: damn timescales.....can we leave it for a few days, I am due to go on holiday and want to focus on one nation at present....thank you.

OOC: damn timescales.....can we leave it for a few days, I am due to go on holiday and want to focus on one nation at present....thank you.

Heh, sure, I can do that. Thanks for letting me in. General Lacroix hopes to meet Mademoiselle Kira.

OOC: thanks for being understanding, its jsut some ppl express interest then I never hear from them? if u regularly check your telegrams, I will message you when I come back xxxx

There was a hooded figure at the entrance.

'Hans?' the voice asked it sounded potentially female.

'follow me....' she said, she lead him to the castle which was close to the small airport, the person took him up some stairs to a large oak door, a key came out and the door was unlocked, and the figure walked in.

seeing confusion she pushed back her hood to reveal a golden face and blond curls.

'welcome to my abode sir' she said smiling, letting the cloak drop to the floor revealing a curve hugging lilac dress.

Han's jaw dropped. She was beautiful, far more so than any picture could convey.
Stop staring Beckenbauer! his inner drill sargeant yelled at him and Hans dropped to one knee, bowing his head in deference.
"Your Highness, my name is Hans Beckenbauer of Skgorria. It is an honour to meet you."
All though of bad shrimp had gone now, and with great difficulty Hans raised his head to look at Kira. For every degree he raised his head, he could feel his cheeks get more red.
"Might I just say how beautiful you are, and thank you for meeting me. I feel dumbstruck in your presence." He stammered, the last part being a literal truth

OOC: thanks for being understanding, its jsut some ppl express interest then I never hear from them? if u regularly check your telegrams, I will message you when I come back xxxx

You are welcome. Perhaps they forget or something. I will try to check my TG"s and hope I can get in this again. Thanks.

she smiled.

'it is good to have such a gentleman in this castle, there has not been one of your kinda here for a long time' she said smiling.

'shall we walk?' she asked, she went to the door and turned to smile.

My son will soon become the Emperor of my Empire. If your daughter marries him she will become the owner of the National Impirial Palace.

she smiled.

'it is good to have such a gentleman in this castle, there has not been one of your kinda here for a long time' she said smiling.

'shall we walk?' she asked, she went to the door and turned to smile.

"It would be my pleasure, your Highness" Beckenbauer gulped as he rose and followed the princess out of the room onto the high battlement. The view was breathtaking, and Hans allowed himself a moment just to gaze at the beauty of the landscape. So different from the mountains and plains of home he mused, brushing some dust off the knee of his uniform.
"Tell me Princess", Beckenbauer asked, "at what age did you start riding?"

'how did you know I rode?' she asked with a smile.

she slipped a slow hand into his gingerly.

'how did you know I rode?' she asked with a smile.

she slipped a slow hand into his gingerly.

Beckenbauer was suprised when her hand brushed into his, but it was a pleasant surprise. The smooth, warm skin felt good against his, and he had no wish to let it go.
"I saw the riding gear you had in your room, my apologies if I was too forward your Highness" apologised Beckenbauer. "I myself ride, though my steed is a bit different from what you're used to here I should imagine."

Comrade-Element-Leader-Elect Ali es Saif al Saeed grinned as he watched the Skgorrian swine in deep conversation with the princess. Soon the time would be right to further the international revolution of the working masses. For now, though, he continued to follow the couple on their walk through his Zeiss Optik field glasses. Noting the positions of the bodyguards from his specially constructed hide was child's play...

Are you meeting the Skgorrian suitor first and then the rest of us?

OOC: yes

IC:

'That is alright, I mean, yeah, I have some thin horses, heavy horses - all kinds really' she said smiling, she sat in the chair and patted the one next to her.

OOC: yes

IC:

'That is alright, I mean, yeah, I have some thin horses, heavy horses - all kinds really' she said smiling, she sat in the chair and patted the one next to her.

Sitting, Beckenbauer recalled his various rides. "You see, by some freak of nature, Skgorria still has a couple of species of dinosaur left. There aren't that many, and they're very isolated, but they are real dinosaurs. I've ridden one of them, and it was very interesting. It was part of my ceremonial training for the Storm Squad"

Beckenbauer dragged his attention back from his training to the present, with this beautiful woman. "Though I imagine riding a horse is different to riding a giant lizard" he stated with a chuckle

she chuckled at the thought.

she smiled.

'I can imagine that, I love my horses' she said almost in a child-like tone.

'thats amazing, what is your country like, is it similar to this?'

Clearing his throat, Beckenbauer looked the Princess in the eyes. I could get lost in them forever he thought, and hoped.

"Well Skgorria has no beaches, as it's totally landlocked. We do have some large lakes, but they don't have sand as beautiful as that" he gestured to a beach with white sand and deep, blue sea. "It's very flat, lots of big open plains with some large mountains, especially in the west. Rather colourless really, and cold. But I do love the snow" he smiled at the thought of snow "and we've always had a white New Year's. It's rather dull compared to here, that's why I signed up for the military you know, I wanted to see more of the world"

"Bloody hell, Saeed, they're getting on well, aren't they?"
"Aye, that they are, and, inshallah, the fascist dog will marry the oppressor, and we can do what we came to do."
"I should coco, it's boring being on obbo..."

(I apologize for not posting, RL issues knocked out my internet access for some time, and I was unable to post. Id like to pick up where I left off... can we assume I either already arrived and left by the time Skgorria has arrived, or I arrived after he left? Either way, can we continue?)

Euphorictrance - Limo Enroute to Palace

"Goddamned jet... ride took forever... please have the pilot shot.", grumbled Helicon to the man sitting to his left, a long time friend and advisor, Henry Falkon. "Yes sir."... "You know I was joking... right?"... "Oh yes... of course sir... good one."

The Limo eventually pulled up to the luxurious palace, and Helicon exited, a large smile on his face. "This should be interesting."

'yeah. my brothers did that, they all died in a betrayal mission' she said lookin sliuhtly down.

'but their deaths made my country the way it is' she smiled.

'You should stay here more often if you want soft smooth sand and crispy white snow' she said, occasionally catching his eye.

'yeah. my brothers did that, they all died in a betrayal mission' she said lookin sliuhtly down.

'but their deaths made my country the way it is' she smiled.

'You should stay here more often if you want soft smooth sand and crispy white snow' she said, occasionally catching his eye.

Smiling, Beckenbauer said "I'd quite like that, especially if I got to stay here with you."

DOLT! his mind snapped

her face changed for a split second

'we'll see yes?' she asked.

There was an debate in the Manchu-Korean royal court on what to do about the offer of a Euphorictrancean princess. Emperor Saejong II categorically refused to allow either of his sons to court Princess Kira. "Absolutely not, I will not allow a gaijin to become part of the royal bloodline" he decreed using the word left in the Manchu vocabulary from the Japanese Occupation. Eventually it was decided that his nephew Prince Pu-ch'eng would be allowed to court Princess Kira, but would the Euphorictranceans find such a delay and an inderict heir insulting?

"Yes, ah, well..." Stupid stupid stupid! he berated himself, it had all been going so well. Give her the present you stupid Bolshevik! Rumaging around in the pockets of his dress uniform, Beckenbauer produced a small box and handed it to the Princess.
"Compliments of the Leader and myself, but mostly myself" he stuttered

"Aha!"
"What, comrade Puganov?"
"Her facial expression changed!"
"Damnation! We've got to get her to marry the Skgorrian son-of-a-slut!"

she opened the box and gasped.

'its beautiful!!!' she said smiling.

'thank you'

"How will we do tha- no, emergency over, the nazi's given her something she likes..."
"Phew, I thought we might have to go in early."
"No need for that, Comrade Element Leader," grinned the observer, "it's all going swimmingly again it seems."

Beckenbauer sighed in relief, he had hoped she would like it. "The stone in that necklace goes very well with your eyes" he observed, still stunned by her beauty

'I think you should stay for the next few days, is that convenient?' she asked squeezing his hand slightly.

Taking her hand, Beckenbauer promised "Convenience is never an issue with you Princess, I am your humble servant to command" and he kissed her softly on the hand, hoping he hadn't comitted another blunder

Twiddling frantically with the long-range directional audio pickup, Puganov grinned.

"Hurrah! He's going to stay for a few days!"
"Excellent. Tell the others to prepare for an esteemed visitor," laughed Saeed, "it seems Allah shines on us still."

The observation team laughed at the private joke, and kept watching the couple far below them.

'do you ever feel like we are being watched?' she asked.

'would you like to eat?' she asked.

"Always Princess," Beckenbauer sighed, "I have no doubt there are Atopians in the hills watching us right now. Still, there is little we can but enjoy a relaxed dinner." He smiled, concealing his worries over what the observers would do next...

"He's onto us," said Puganov, flatly, "took him longer than I thought it would to be honest."
"No matter," said Saeed, "tell Black Eagle."

Morse code flashed across the airwaves, a brief communication disguised as static and picked up by radios for two miles.

No-one thought anything of it, except one man. Smiling, he adjusted his wig, checked his coat one last time, and strode out of the building, feet crunching suddenly onto gravel, back ramrod straight...

'I don't feel safe' she said.

"How we can call for help?" Beckenbauer asked, "Get down for the time being."

As they both lay down, Beckenbauer rummaged through his bag that he was still carrying and withdrew a briefcase. Popping it open, he threw away all the paper before revealing a secret compartment which contained his service pistol and a spare magazine. Chambering a round, Beckenbauer scanned around and hoped that his and Princess' feelings of insecurity were not true...

The Princess crawled along and pressed a button under the table.

'I have sent out the cavalry' she said smiling.

'we must go to the coast' she said grabbing his arm, she took him down to the tunnel, she opened the tunnel door and they ran for it seemed miles and they came out in a little cabin.

'unknown to the outside world we are invisible' she said smiling facing him, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Black Eagle stopped, dead. His jaw dropped.

The Princess had a secret escape tunnel! Brilliant, he thought, but what the hell do I do now?

Straightening his palace flunkey's attire, he crossed swiftly to the table. A button... shit, the Guard. I've got to get out of here! Turning, he walked quickly to the main exit, talking quietly with Saeed on his emergency microphone...

Drawing the Princess in, Beckenbauer kissed her softly on the lips. He was amazed at her beauty and grace, but also at her courage and resourcefulness

"Now how about that meal?" He smiled

Just as he headed for the exit a woman in tight soldier attire, she looked like she had come from a kinky fancy dress party, but she had a mean look on her face and an AK in her arms.

'May I help you?' she asked, rolling her bright red lipstick around her lips and raising her eyebrow.

Drawing the Princess in, Beckenbauer kissed her softly on the lips. He was amazed at her beauty and grace, but also at her courage and resourcefulness

"Now how about that meal?" He smiled

she smiled.

'we need to clear the area of hostiles then we will' she said smiling, she stroked his cheek softly as she engaged again in another kiss.

"Knowing the Atopians, there will be several of them, I reckon 3 at least. Tell your people to watch out for anyone distributing anarchistic propaganda or attempting to subvert the proper social order. Trust me, I've spent many years fighting those bastards..." Beckenbauer turned red, "Apologies for the swearing your Highness, and from detracting myself from the task at hand." He ran his hand through her hair, stroking it and her head, all the while looking into her eyes

"No," replied Black Eagle, "but long live Anarchy!"

Wrenching a revolver from inside his jacket, he shot himself in the head. The .35 round smashed his brain to pulp and decorated the corridor with fragments of his skull and a horrific, bloody mess. His corpse jerked sideways, the Webley bouncing off the plush pile carpet, coming to rest at the woman's feet. Black Eagle hit the wall, and slid, slowly, down it, leaving a red trail along its cream and gold surface.

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"Fuck!"
"What is it, Comrade Element Leader?"
"Black Eagle shot himself."
"Right. Well, time to fall back onto the contingency plan, I think, don't you?"
"Agreed. Inshallah, we can still be successful..."

The officer stood dazed.
'dammit, I was going to have fun with him' she said, lighting up a cigarette.

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she smiled.
'never mind, It is my fathers duty to stop all this going on- I just sit there looking pretty for him' she said, her hair was so soft and her skin so smooth and golden.

Beckenbauer nodded "A strong solitary figure is essential for the survival of a nation, I can certainly agree on that. But Princess, there is more to you than just beauty, I can see that even though we have only known each other for a few hours. You will make an excellent ruler one day" he stated with certainty. Someone with a resolve so strong would make an excellent Leader he thought

she smiled, she sat down.

'My people can control and drive that out - since my father relaxed immigration, all our jobs meant for nationals have been taken by foreigners and theres more cultural clashes and the nation is poorer than ever' she said sighing.

she was still stroking his cheek, her lips millimetres from his

Beckenbauer slipped his hand behind her head and drew her in and kissed her gently. He made no effort to pull away, leaving the interesting political discussion for another time. Beckenbauer wished this moment could never end, it was as if the world shrank down to just the two of them

When they finally pulled away from kissing, she was all tingly.
'I am not your usual princess' she added with a grin.

Saeed and Puganov stepped into the removal van, shaking hands with the black-clad men and women inside as they did so.

"I hear it all went tits up with Black Eagle," said one of the balaclava-wearing militia, "but he died a glorious death furthering the revolution."
"Indeed," agreed Puganov, "No-one could ask for more."
"Saeed," called a woman crouched by a bulky piece of electronics, "I've got a fix on them."
"Superb," grinned Saeed as he fastened his flak jacket, "tell Gorobdin to get moving. Oh, and Irina?"
"Yes, comrade?"
"Tell the Victory to stand by for an extraction."
"On it."
"Comrades," began Saeed as he raised his voice, "our sacrifices will not be in vain. Today we act, and tomorrow we win - Long live anarchy!"
"Long live anarchy!" echoed the men and women in the van, as they fastened their helmet straps and checked safeties...

Beckenbauer wondered what on earth the Princess meant, but he was feeling very hot and bothered indeed and could feel his pulse racing. This woman stirred his blood in a way no other had or could

'are you ok?'

"Trust me, I'm more than okay." Beckenbauer seized her and kissed her deeply

The van rattled along the roads at a fair pace, stopping every now and then at lights, and for other vehicles...

'we need to slow down' she said.

...and then it arrived. The doors were flung open, and figure after figure leapt out. Brandishing their weapons, they stormed through the dunes towards their objective.

Within minutes they had arrived at the hideout's door, forming a storming party around it in a fluid motion.

"Go," screamed Saeed, "go!"

Pugachevski ran forwards, attached the breaching charge, and then retreated a few paces.

"COVER FOR BLAST!" he yelled, and the nearest Black Brigaders ducked.

whoom!

The hollow thump of the explosion blew the door off its hinges, and in went the flashbangs and smoke grenades.

They popped, filling the room around Beckenbauer and the Princess with blinding light and thick, red, smoke.

Ivana rushed in, night-vision equipment clamped to her helmet. Identifying Beckenbauer, she squeezed the trigger, dropping him with barely a sound. Behind her was Slachevsky, who grabbed the Princess, and began moving.

Within five minutes, the snatch teams were back in the van and moving.

"Now, Princess," said Saeed, "we're going to go for a little ride. Don't worry, we're not going to kill you, we just want a chat. Understand?"

'right....ok....but you killed Hans'

"I should hope so," piped up Ivana, "three 7.62 and no-one's getting up from that!"
"Comrade - hush a minute," groaned Saeed, "please."
"Right. Yeh. Sorry."

Drawing a breath, Saeed continued, "Yes, we shot him. A regrettable neccessity in the circumstances, I'm afraid - and besides, he was a Nazi. At any rate, what we want you to do is persuade your government to institute a wide-ranging programme of social reform - starting with the dissolution of the monarchy and encompassing such things as free healthcare and education for all. We are quite prepared to hold you until such time as your country complies."
"Um, comrade?"
"Not now, Pugachev."
"No, comrade, you really should know this..."
"Oh very well, what is it?"
"The Victory was sunk a minute ago."
"Sunk...?!"
"Yeh. Anti-submarine warfare patrol. They're edgy after that rucus at the palace..."
"Damn! Damn and double damn!"
"I suggest plan B, comrades?"
"Agreed, agreed, tell Gorobdin..."

'I cannot agree to anything, that is my fathers department- if the monarchy is ruled out then we will surely not have a job?' Kira asked.

Beckenbauer rolled over, his body on fire. He was bleeding from the head, arm and chest and was having difficulty breathing. Atopians he thought, and winced as he felt his lung scrape against something hard. Won't last long, need help! Beckenbauer pulled down the mouthpiece from his peaked cap and gurgled "Need...help...Princes....taken....find her"

"It is precisely your father's job, and you are why he will listen. As for your job, I hardly consider prancing around in finery and having your bottom wiped by flunkeys a job. We are not concerned with the fate of your useless toil, we are concerned with the political progression of this country."

'I beg your fucking pardon' she said, she then whipped the dress off which was velcroed to her sides - to reveal a bombproof jacket, she got out two guns and shot her captors straight through the heart.

At such close range, the 9mm bullet punched through the metal plate of Saeed's flak jacket as though it wasn't there. He coughed, wetly, and fell face forwards onto the Princess. The second round spaaaanged off another Black Brigader's helmet and hit a third in the leg.

Immediately, the remaining 24 members of the Black Brigade snatch unit in the back of the van wrenched their AK-74s and AKS-74Us up to cover her.

"Mistake, bitch," growled Pugachev, as he and others leapt at her...

Beckenbauer coughed wetly, and blood bubbled up from his throat. He hoped that someone was coming to help him...

'never mess with the druids daughter' she said sharply,

she clicked her fingers and disappeared as part of her fathers wizardy traits.

She then mustered the energy to force a sonic boom on the van.

Beckenbauer coughed wetly, and blood bubbled up from his throat. He hoped that someone was coming to help him...

the officer who had teased the man who commited suicide earlier was patrolling the area where Hans was laying, she ran over to him.
'what the fuck...' she said, she managed to drag his body to the surgeons unit at the beach house.

She sat next to him all the way through the treatment.

Beckenbauer awoke one morning and bolted upright, ripping drips from his skin and sending medical equipment crashing to the floor. He turned and saw the female officer
"Where is the Princess?" he demmanded, his voice full of concern and fear

"Whaffu-" yelped Pugachev as he bounced off the side of the van.
"Where'd she go? Where the fuck did she go?"

Then the van was toppling, overturning in the wake of a sudden pressure-wave.

Kerrrr-aaanch!

Silence.

"Bloody buggering hells," moaned Ivana, "what happened?"
"I dunno," snapped Pugachev, "is everyone OK?"
"Think... aaah, damnation... I think that bullet broke my leg..."
"Semyon's hurt. Medics to him. Everyone else - perimiter around the van until we can raise Nestling."

'that I cannot tell you - she was taken and I presume she is either finding a way home or...is dead' she said, picking up the equipment - when she looked at him, she was a spitting image of Kira.

"Whaffu-" yelped Pugachev as he bounced off the side of the van.
"Where'd she go? Where the fuck did she go?"

Then the van was toppling, overturning in the wake of a sudden pressure-wave.

Kerrrr-aaanch!

Silence.

"Bloody buggering hells," moaned Ivana, "what happened?"
"I dunno," snapped Pugachev, "is everyone OK?"
"Think... aaah, damnation... I think that bullet broke my leg..."
"Semyon's hurt. Medics to him. Everyone else - perimiter around the van until we can raise Nestling."

Kira then found herself where she was taken, on the beach. She saw the beach house in the distance, she looked down and saw Han's body had disappeared, she wondered where Lang had found him............

"Then what are we sitting here for? Let's go, she needs us!" Beckenbauer climbed out of the bed. He began searching the room for his personal belongings, but could not find them. "Where is my equipment? We must go!" he stressed

Kira approached the Beach House, she walked in and gave a nod to the surgery staff. she walked in to see Lang looking anxious and Hans turfinf everything up to find something.

'is there a problem?'

"Semyon, you'll be OK," reassured Pugachev, "just stay with the medics and Ivana, and they'll get you back."
"Rubbish. Leave me here and you go. I'm dead weight."
"No you're not. Nestling's got an evac all worked out for us, and we've worked in your injury. You'll be fine. Now come on!"

The small column moved off, the last man throwing an incendiary into the van. It began to burn, brightly, chemically.

"North, Pugachev?"
"North, Gorobdin. They've laid on a nice airborne extraction for us, which is good."
"Pity about Saeed."
"Yeh. C'est la guerre. You win some..."
"...you lose some."

Kira approached the Beach House, she walked in and gave a nod to the surgery staff. she walked in to see Lang looking anxious and Hans turfinf everything up to find something.

'is there a problem?'

Beckenbauer looked up, and his face lit up. "Kira!" he exclaimed, "thank the Leader you're safe." He then paled, and sat down on the bed. "I'm sorry I couldn't protect you" he said with laboured breath, "I was trying to find my weapon and come and get you"

'no worries, my father was looking after me - but for now, you must rest' she said, tucking him in and kissing his forehead.

'thank you Lang' Kira said.

As the last Hind lifted off, powering north-east to its waiting carrier, Semyon spat out of the open door.

"We'll be back, and the revolution is inevitable..."

Just how did she escape, and what did she mean by 'her father was looking after her? Wondered Beckenbauer as he dozed, relieved that Kira was safe. He was suprised at how deeply he felt for Kira, he felt ready and willing to die for her. Such a death would surely be worthy of the heroes of our Crusade he considered. He fell asleep with an image of Kira in her beautiful dress, smiling

She smiled and stroked his hot face.

She too dozed off and woke up many hours later.

'are you ok?' she asked slowly in his ear.

"I've had worse" Beckenbauer groaned as he shifted around in the bed, "but not much worse than this." His voice was raspy, but his breathing was less laboured. "How long until I can get out of here, this isn't a very romantic setting really" he smiled, taking her hand and holding it against his cheek

'I dont mind, I don't want you to be hurt....I might need you for certain activities where you need to be at your best' she whispered - hoping to make him smile.

His eyes widened, "Gosh I suddenly feel better!" he stated. I only she hope doesn't mean something like moving logs...."maybe you could the doctors in here and unhook me from all this junk"

'not until you are fit, I will ask them' she said, she got up and walked over, she was wearing not a dress, but a formal alomost oriental looking tighter fitting dress.

the doctor came over and after checking TPR, he un-hooked Hans from the drip. and handed him his clothes.

'thank you ever so much' Kira said.

Beckenbauer was glad to see his uniform again, and noticed that the holes where the bullets had entered his body had been expertly mended. He began to put his uniform on, starting with his trouser

Kira looked out the window and waited till he was ready.

'It has been a long day, I have had the chefs prepare food back at the palace, so we shall go there and then retire to bed' she said smiling.

OOC: gtg...vvv tired xxxx

OOC: This is dead fun - sleep well :)
OOC: (again) will not be posting tonight, as RL is getting in the way. apologies :(

OOC: still interested?

IC:

The Princess is re-available and so is the alliance to our bountiful nation.

OOC how about a emperor son ?

OOC how about a emperor son ?

OOC: I am confused

OOC: I am confused
OOC sorry new pc miss my old one
the emperor of imperial isa has a son age 23

OOC: so would you be interested in introducing your son to my nations princess? it can be arranged.

OOC: so would you be interested in introducing your son to my nations princess? it can be arranged.

OOC we can but he not at home he at the International Empires Club in Blackhelm Confederacy for a wedding and well been post in Maldorians as Ambassador after it

OOC: oh, well I can arrange for her to go to him>

OOC: oh, well I can arrange for her to go to him>

OOC ok look good to me
here same back i can think of now as all info was on old pc which the motherboard dead
name:jack hellstorm
age: 23
like: book,tv,mates, his little sister, food
hates: helghan states that make up the helghan empire,his little sister same time
at all that came to my head

Kira got on the plane and went to meet with Jack, she was very nervous as she hadnt been out of her nation for a long time.

she landed and awaited his presence.

bump

OOC jack going to her now

ooc: ok :) I await your post :D

ooc: ok :) I await your post :D
here or there

OOC: how about there, it will be easier as I have another character called Talisman on there as well...see you there xx

OOC: how about there, it will be easier as I have another character called Talisman on there as well...see you there xx
ok