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OOC: See this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=491764)thread to join. I'm playing as if I have a billion pop, it's close enough.

A Message to All Nations

The Democratic Republic of Hamilay is proud to announce its bicentennial anniversary and the billionth Hamilayan citizen born. To celebrate this momentous event, representatives from all nations are invited to set aside their differences for a period of time and join the celebrations in Sayenna on the 14th of August. Foreign dignitaries will enjoy a state dinner at the Presidential Palace. We hope this occasion may build stronger ties between our great nations.

Sayenna, the capital of the Democratic Republic of Hamilay

The President of Hamilay was tired. The last two weeks had been hectic chaos of preparing for the celebrations. Hamilay united had finally held together for two hundred years. On top of that, the population count at last year's census had finally hit ten digits. As a consequence, in four days on the 14th of August foreign dignitaries from all over the world would be arriving at the Presidential Palace for a state dinner. At the moment they were already flying into Sayenna. The President was not concerned with populations or anniversaries: he was a practical man. But the people and the government wanted this to happen, and he would see that it ran smoothly.
"Mr President?"
The President was jolted out of his pondering by the appearance of Robert Fletcher, the Foreign Minister.
"Hmm? Wha?... oh, it's you, Bob. What is it?
"The first delegation has arrived at the airport."
"All right, I suppose we'd better do the polite thing as planned. Let's roll."
The President got into his limousine and escorted by two IFVs headed for Sayenna International Airport. He looked out the window at the Republican Guard Elite Corps drilling in the square of the Presidential Palace, the tanks patrolling up and down Embassy Row and a pair of Zenith helicopter gunships flying overhead, and hoped it would be enough to make this thing run smoothly.
He sighed and turned on the car's television.

Unfortunately, all the extra security was not going to keep this running smoothly.

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Now?

Not yet. There are others coming, and they too shall be struck down by our righteous wrath.

Soon, then?

Yes, my son. Soon, and then the unbelievers shall tremble, the world across.

Angua Mobius was in Byrriliums Armoured Limo, with two massive men in black suits and dark glasses sitting either side. sitting on seats either side and opposite her were the other dignitaries selected to attend on behalf of Byrrilium, and their respective bodyguards. there were Troop Crawlers in front and behind, forming a convoy on the way to the Palace. it wasnt that Byrrilium didnt trust hamilay, but you dont take several island nations that had been warring for as long as anyone can remember and form a nation from them without being heavy handed on the law enforcement. the bodyguards were there to protect each islands dignitaries from each other as much as they were to protect them from assasins.

there was a widescreen TV showing El Presidente himself propped up against one wall. he had insisted in calling before the event to straighten things out.

"now, people, i want this to go smoothly. Hamilay is a Friendly nation. the last thing we need is a repeat of the Irken Empire formation ball." that had been a disaster -two of byrrilium's diplomats had started fighting and had to be dragged away by peacekeeping forces. the tabloids hadnt left it alone for weeks. "so you go into the conference, you make like happy families, you show the world that Byrrilium is a nation that WORKS."

"Angua, you are in charge. if anythng happens.... you are responsible. do i make myself clear?" "yes, El Presidente..." she had been one of the dignitaries to give an ambasadoor a black eye after one of her punches missed another if Byrriliums diplomats, and El Presidente had docked her pay for a month for it. not that it mattered. the embassy was ell expenses paid, but to a Byrrilic citizen... to be scorned by the goverment was the worst thing imaginable.

El Presidente steepled his fingers. "good. hopefully i am being too cautious. now go, and make me proud!" the limos pulled into the drive for the palace, and Angua readied herself for the worlds press. today would be a day to remember...

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A Mationbuds registered Diplomatic Armored Limo pulled along the driveway . The 3rd door opened and 2 Secret Service Men stepped out , wearing Formal Clothing topped with shiny shoes and a tie . However under each officer's suits , they carried Submachinguns for security .

They then opened the 2nd door to reveal a woman in her 40s . Though old , she still had a great shape and a polictical mind , which enabled her to become the Grand Advisor or Secretary of State . Kierra flashed a wide smile as she strode through the doors , shaking hands and congratulating every Hamiaian Official present ...

Fortunately or unfortunately for the delegates, the world's press at this occasion consisted of one reporter and camerman who could barely see, since their vision was blocked by half a dozen Republican Guards. The Hamilayan news agencies had been strictly instructed by the administration to keep the arrival of the delegates a low-key affair. They would get their chance in the media spotlight in a few days when the celebrations began. The President walked quickly through the front entrance of the Presidential Palace and hastily adjusted his tie to try and hide the fact he had had to run all the way from the Palace garages.

"Secretary of State... Kierra? Delighted. Welcome to Hamilay. If we shall wait for the Byrrilium motorcade to pull in, then perhaps we shall take a tour of the Palace whilst you are here, and then some food and refreshments. Afterwards, we'll show you to your hotel we've designated for the delegates, although of course you are welcome to change it if it is not satisfactory. However, I don't think you'll find Sayenna Republic Hotel unsatisfactory."

He smiled. "If no one has any objections?"

one of the troopcrawlers pulled in first, followed by the limo and another crawler bringing up the rear. the limo came to a halt, and one of the doors opened. one of the Anguas gorrila like bodygaurds emerged, temporarily eclipsing the sun and staring down distainfully at the Hamilian President. eventually deciding him to be of no real threat, he cast around the surrounding area, noting the other gaurds, and stepped aside to allow Angua to exit, quickly shielded from behind by the other bodygaurd.

as the other dignitaries emerged, with much difficulty, seeing as the bodygaurds were trying to protectivley smother them, Angua strode over to the president, with the bodygaurds flanking her, and gave an elegant bow. "greetings, Mr President!"

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Kierra gave a bow to the Hamilian President .

"Excellent . We accept . Now that the Byrrilium motorcade has arrived . It would be good to take a combined tour . I would also like to take this opportunity to come to our Billion Pop Celebration Parade . Which will start when we reach 1 Billion Pop ."

"We graciously accept your invitation. We will look forward to visiting Mationbuds in the future."
The President turned to Angua Mobius. "Greetings to you, Ms Mobius. Welcome to Hamilay. I was just discussing today's agenda with Secretary of State Kierra here- from Mationbuds. If it's acceptable to you, I would be happy to give you a tour of the Presidential Palace whilst we're here, and then escort you to where we've booked rooms at for the delegates, Sayenna Republic Hotel. If you'll follow me? This is the entrance hall here, as you can probably see. The mural on that wall over there has an interesting history; it was commissioned by..."

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sorry... i dont know where to go on form here... it is YOUR palace after all...

I'm too lazy to RP the tour, lol. It won't be of any consequence.

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Kierra shook hands and welcomed the Byrrilium Ambassador .

"Welcome . I see that this celebration is rather ... well planned . Let us start the tour ."

"... and now, back through this side door here, we have that old, familiar feeling; here we are back in the entrance hall. So that's about it. I hope you enjoyed the tour, and I am sure that you are overjoyed that this old man has finally finished his inane ramblings about history," the President laughed. An aide hurriedly walked up to him and whispered in his ear; he frowned.
"I am sorry, but it seems I will be unable to accompany you to your hotel. More delegates are arriving, and you will understand that I have to go and greet them. Sayenna Republic Hotel is Number 23 on 7th Avenue. Straight down the road leading to the Palace, and take the seventh left- no surprises there. I will not keep you any longer. Farewell for a day or two, and once again, enjoy your stay in Hamilay."

The journey from the airport through the city and to the Palace had been a pleasant one for Sir James Wolf. The vehicle he was riding in was one of the famous Elusion Class Vehicles from DMI, however, it had been modified for more comfort, worthy of a diplomat of the state. Fine leather adorned the seats and a full media interface was set up so that the diplomat could stay in touch when he was abroad.

Two guards sat up front in the same vehicle with Sir Wolf, though there were another ten in the vehicle directly ahead and behind his. It was a standard escort for senior diplomats from the Dominion, and no matter how good a nation's security was, they would be there protecting their man.

The series of cars pulled up into the Palace's long driveway and stopped near the entrance. Eight of the guards stepped out the vehicles at the same moment and quickly scanned the area for threats before making a human barrier around the door of Sir Wolf's car. They stood facing outwards in two parallel lines as the innermost man opened the door and out stepped James Wolf...

[ooc: Ugg… I am tired – poor post, but I figured I might as well get something up now.]

Angua bowed again to the president. "why thank you sir. im sure that everything will be perfect. i will proceed there directly." she turned and walked back towards the limo, which had just pulled back up to the entrance along with its escort, without caring about the rest of the digniatries. her two bodygaurds were attempting to protectivley smother her wile at the same time not actually killing her, and wouldnt stop intill she was back in the limo. the gaurds were very jumpy and eager to get away - one of the other bodygaurds had to run to get in the limo as it sped away. (like i say, its not like we dont tust you... we're allways like this...)

the hotel had been stripped by the Byrrilic security teams, much to the annoyance of the hotel staff. all they had left was the bare walls (the wallpaper had been steamed off while looking for traps) and a regular, no frills bed, delivered especially from the embassy. but angua didnt mind. for a Byrrilic goverment employee, it was luxury.

all the dignataries had seperate rooms, and there were gaurds on every door - to people walking down the coridoor they would have seen a parade of black suits all the way down. the guards were a little to vigilant - they had chased off the maids when they tried to enter - but so far, nothing bad. maybe this thing would go off without a hitch...

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Kierra beamed . It had been 30 hours since she last slept and she was suffering from Jet Lag . She was delighted that she could return for a peaceful sleep . After giving her words of thanks and congratulating all foreign dignitaries before walking towards the driveway , where her armored BMW Limousine was waiting , escorted by 2 Merc SUVs , each with 4 Secret Service Agents .

She stepped into the spacious limo after the door was opened by her assistant . The limo then sped off for Sayenna Republic Hotel .

The Maraquean representative was quite late but eventually the enormous Airbus A380 landed at the airport, with a Bentley Arnage RL waiting on the tarmac to be driven to the hotel.

Several dozen Maraquean Imperial Guardsmen were waiting outside. Half a dozen Imperial Guardsmen ran down the stairs to secure the area before the Representative walked out of the plane.

As the Representative descended the stairs he was followed by two Imperial Guardsmen, as well over twenty on the ground keeping a lookout. Once he entered the armored Bentley Arnage RL the car took off, followed closely by two Mercedes-Benz ML63 AMGs, which were also in the front.

Once at the hotel, Kwabena Ayo walked inside the hotel flanked by dozens of Guardsmen. Walking down the hallway to his room, he couldn't help but notice the abundance of suited men around the hallway. "And I thought my security detail was a lot." He muttered to himself as he entered the suite.

The sweltriong heat of the Novan summer englufed the city of Novesia, only a chill sea breeze provided respite for the stalwart citizens, and in the shaded corridors of the Tower of Destiny, that great building walked a man.

Enshrouded in a short cut tunic to knee height with shortened sleeves, black with a few strikes of blue, the summer uniform for government officials, the figure ambled down the corridor ensconsed by an entourage of equals and subordinates, the figure of Hugoro sarestus, his blazing red hair at stark contrast with the cool darkness of the corridor, bledning in perfectly with the light teeming through the tinted windows.

"Thank you for that update, be sure to alert Valcus that he may need to excercise more than his usual subltly, what else Tomiran?" he sighed, his brow shimmering slightly with a slight sheen of sweat, as he cast his gaze to the young assisstant.

"Ah, yes minister, the nation of Hamilay has issued an invitation to celebrate their billionth citizen, they have specifically requested our presence." looking slightly sullen, he had stammered over the pronunciation of the nations name, casting a bare glance at the minister he took releif in the kindly, almost parental expression on the ministers face.

"Send Ambassador Vrazxim, and Sriharcul Artles Vaocullan, Minister Izalien Permitting of course." with a slight chuckle as he finished the order, "go Tomiran, give her this note," as he idly folded up a slight slip of thickened paper to the young man as he with customary politeness saluted before speeding off to find her within the massive building.

"Vice Minister Zendal, brief me on the fallout from that imposter in Torontia, how badly have relations been set back..."

A Day Later

A Diplomatic Parridigram escorted by a Quartet of NMAAD-221-D Tokon Model D's came soaring out of the Novesia Canyon wall Air facility, reserved for the government's personal use, the formation aligned itself fully before being met by a Quartet of Hijir Savrozar's and abruptly sped off into the bright day sky, leaving the swealtering heat behind them, the delegation somewhat releived to be escaping the hottest summer on record, for what would surely be light releif, soon to land at the nation of Hamilay, and once more the outside world would encounter the enigmatic Novan stock face to face.

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OOC: Sorry about the delay. Damn school starting again :(

IC

"Novacom Diplomatic Flight, this is Sayenna Air Traffic Control. You are cleared to land; please take Runway Two. Representatives will meet you in the terminal building."
The President's car pulled up outside Sayenna Intl and he walked briskly through the terminal doors. Damn, why did I bother to take the full breakfast today? Delayed everything.
"Ah, Mr President- you're here. We were beginning to think you'd forgotten about us."
"Oh, I'm sure the Vice President can handle some scary foreign dignitaries on his own. Anyway, am I too late to catch the Maraqueans?"
"Sorry, I just saw them to the hotel about ten minutes ago. We've got the Novacom delegation heading in now, air traffic just cleared them through or so I'm told. They should be here soon."
"Hmm, Novacom? I've heard a little. This should be interesting."

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"Hello, wakey, wakey, we're here."

"Ughng...what the hell did you wake me up for?"

"We've reached Hamilay, madam" Supreme Councilor of Foreign Affairs Kaname Chidori was woken up by her closest aide; and she was accompanied to Hamilay by Orville Malone, lowest ranked member of the COFA, and Yuzu Kurosaki, Head of the Foreign Protection Agency.

"Dear Tyth, let me sleep. I'll get there eventually."

"Very well, madam."

Outside was Sayenna, the large military presense in the city was actually homey and warm to the delegates; it reminded them of New Hivez before the war ended.

Orville Malone was the only representative on the plane who decided to fully wake up and greet the Hamilayan government, a single, unarmed APC had been flown in earlier by the VAF, painted especially for the occasion. On the side, it read in English, Russian, and Japanese, "Official Vuhifellian Mission to the Democratic Republic of Hamilay, Congradulations on 1 Billion Citizens."

"Where to, sir?"

"You know where..." he said sleepily. It had been a one day flight, and no one on the plane knew how to sleep while a plane was moving, so they stayed awake for 24 hours, doing nothing to keep them occupied, the result of which was a very sleepy diplomatic mission when they landed.

"You know where, Presidential Palace, you're being paid by how little time you can take me there, and by following the speed limit, so hurry and drive already."

The Foreign Minister's mobile phone rang.
"Y'ello? Minister Fletcher, Foreign Affairs, how can I help you?"
"Colonel Avens, sir. Mr Minister, Vuhifellian diplomats are on their way to the Palace. The President is still at the airport, so..."
"... oh, he wants me to do the formalities? Bah, he's probably sitting in the gold club lounge, sipping tea and laughing his ass off. All right, fine. Notify the Palace staff and inform them of the details. I'll be down in two minutes."

The Novan Delegation's Transport had by now been met by another pair of Parridigrams and several more Tokon's and Hijir's, as they went into land, the bright slight seemingly absorbed by the black metallic hulls of the 3 craft, with a silent hiss and a slight tremor the 3 craft landed, the Tokons would perch themselves next to the Parridigrams, staring round like eagle eyed hawks at the surrounding area, while the Hijirs were motionless, like eternal statues off a forgotten people.

Out of the Center and left transports, Several guards filtered out while to the right, down it's gangway came Ambassador Vrazxim padding almost casually down, with a confident gait and a professional posture he idly took in his surroundings, as he and the Sriharcul Vaocullan, exchanged a few choice words in that unknowable language, Novan. Taking no notice of the guards as they surrounded the pair and the other personell accompanying them, sweeping forward like a tidal storm at a brisk pace they entered the airport, not even batting an eyelid at the blast of cool air, their Summer Garb both casual and formal all at once rippled gently in the breeze, the guards themselves wore no expression, their helmets, with their strange faceplates portrayed a face that looked both humourous and stern at the same time, and one in particular, bare headed, in a similar garb as the Sriharcul, exuded an aura of paranoia as he walked behind the delegation, reaching up to don his own headwear, a simple tightfitting cap called a Zalmurn.

The Ambassador himself, a tall man with a head of flaming red hair, that clung to his head in a short cropped style, and cerullean blue eyes in slow motion, yet missing not a detail as they swept over the area in those liquid depths a keen intelligence stirred, an unknowable expression played about his handsome features, as he seemingly finished his leuisurely conversation with the Sriharcul, and switched over to english in a strange clipped accent,

"Novacom Ambassador Metolonus Vrazxim," he declared in a voice filled with a strange intonation, before gesturing to his companion with a strange handsignal, "and Sriharcul Artles Vaocullan, Pleased we are to be here, we look forward to the state dinner and it's accompnaying niceties,"

he finished, his voice still echoing throughout the immidiate area, while the Sriharcul his head tilted slightly nodded politley as he shifted his footing almost imperceptibly.

Czar Vladimir Gorlokovich was in a bad mood. This wasn't unsual. Owning a country which at its highest temperature only reached 15 degrees Centigrade wasn't exactly relaxing. But his mood was even worse today for he, his second-in-command High Commissar Dimitri Kierskenov and his Chief Advisor Nicholas Borshevsky were crammed together in the freezing stealth plane "Whisp". Despite being a very successfull stealth plane, it didn't exactly have first class accomodation. Most of the space was taken up by the Military-grade helicopter crammed in the back with all the Imperial Guards. And the plane's exoskeleton barely insulated the inside from the freezing cold.
"Извинение меня, сэр. Мы иметь соприкосновение*." the Communications Officer suddenly said, looking up from the screen. Vladimir looked up.
"Хороший. Носить включенный**." he replied quickly. The Com Officer immediately sent a transmission to Hamilyan Air Control.

"ATTENTION HAMILYAN AIR CONTROL. THIS IS THE PEOPLE'S REPUBLIC OF KOMYUNIZUMU'S AIRCRAFT WH15P ESCORTING THE KOMYUNIZUMU DELEGATE. REQUESTING PERMISSION TO LAND."

*Excuse me, Sir. We have contact.
**Good. Carry on.

As the APC pulled up in front of the Palace, the Councilor got out on his own, without waiting for the driver to open the electronic doors formally. He was dressed in a Councilor's elaborate foreign missions robe, on it, were depictions of famous battles and scenes of Vuhifellian history, along with various images of local myth.

The driver of the APC, fully clad in a VA combat suit, quickly saluted the Councilor before escorting him to meet the Palace staff.

"Greetings everyone, I'm Orville Malone, the other dignataries are sleeping back at the jet...ehhh..." He scratched the back of his head, like one would do when they didn't know how to say something, "I hope the festivites have not begun yet?"

OOC: Everyone's here, so it seems we're just waiting for our terrorists to show up, he said he'd post soon.

Sayenna Intl. Airport
The soldiers standing guard shifted uncomfortably at the unusual Novan delegation. The President shifted uncomfortably too, although he didn't show it.
"Ambassador... Vraxzim? Vrazxim?" He stumbled over the odd pronunciation.
"My apologies. Welcome to Hamilay, and we hope you will enjoy your stay. We have designated a hotel for the diplomats, if you have no objections. There are cars waiting outside."

Presidential Palace
The Foreign Minster, dressed in a nondescript black suit, walked up and shook his hand.
"Welcome to Hamilay, Mr Malone. The festivities haven't started yet, things will get going in a day or two. Jet lag, mmm? The hotel assigned to the delegates is here-" he handed the Councillor a map- "so if you wish, I can send transport to the airport."

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Great !

"A Pleasure, I azzure you," the ambassador replied, casting a glance around the terminal building, eying up the architectural style, and contemplating the society that created it, the lessons here may prove useful in the comming meetings. "Yes of course," his shoulders shook slightly, as if with a slight chill.

"Mantendran, Ykeion drtzin Mon, Volokoto Xolost" the Srihacul chanted, stepping forward at an incline, his voice low and full of inflections and strange intonations, the cryptic Novan language as songlike as ever, full of bizzare pronunciation, never before heard, as he addressed his charge. his red sleeves billowing gently in the air, as his eyes shifted ever so slightly in the direction of the nearest guard, abruptly the entire formation began moving, and the Ambassaodr, giving a strange gesture, crossing his chest with his left hand, with his right clenched loosely behind his back, as he billowed away, at a brisk pace, the long hanging tunic's of the guards rustling gently, a seemingly sombre train of black with red highlights, offshot starkly by the ambassadors blue substitue for the red element. "Until the Festivites Oreth President," Vrazxim called back, his voice emenating grandly.

after much dismanteling, studying, security checking, reassembling in the wrong order, dismaenteling again and ressembling in the wrong order a different way, and finally settling for a patch job with lots of glue and duck-tape, a webcam and monitor were FINALLY allowed into the room of Angua Nesbit so she could have a video confrence with el Presidente. noweve,r the security checks had taken longer than had been anticipated, and now it was 11:00PM the night before the Event.

knowing how much arguaing, complaining and petty fights would break out and waste even more time if he tried to get all the diplomats together, El Presidente had settled for just talking to Angua. for the best really, as she was the only one he really trusted after recent events...

even through the lo-rez, fuzzy screen it was plain to see that he was near the end of his tether, and for someone who is usualy as unflappable as el presidente, this was a worrying sign. "... keeps getting worse and worse... the rebellion's blown way out of proportion scince you left, angua, and the BPBN" (the Byrrilic Peoples Broadcasting Network) "are having anightmare of a time keeping everything under wraps.. i dont know whether we really should any more...the Empire is in ruins, the Erenstag is in flames and what little sanity our fellow empire-members had in the first place is allready slipping away... theres allready signs of a squabble between Kinstoniadromesburg and the PXD, and... well, if this idiotic rebellion goes on for much longer im going to have to break off from the empire before we get dragged into it..."

angua bit her lip. byrrilium had been part of the Irken Empire pretty much scince El Presidente united the entire country... if they were abandoning it, then things were getting bad. "but el presidente, surley the "mperial Gaurd..." she began. "the imperials are no more Angua... after the Emporor went missing most of them went AWOL, and what few units remain are currently getting stamped into the rubble back in their own country... we're on ourown now, and that is a scary prospect. which is why what happens tommorow is so cruicial! we need Hamily as an ally... we're going to ennd up in a whole mess of trouble when we break off, and, well... i need to know that we have friends out there."

"which is why your going to make small talk tommorow, make a few nudges... we need into hamilay's reigon, their a progressive country and allthough i do the best for my people but god knows we cant stand up to the rebels who blew up the Erenstag... ive got the Dept of Secret Projects And Shiny Things working double overtime, but still... offer technology, offer exports, offer everything you can... you country i depending on you, Angua, understood?" she nodded. "hrmm.. ill take that as a yes... sorry to put so much on your shouldiers but... if its any conselation..." he hesistaed. "yes, el presidente?" "... its a hell of a lot worse back here. Peace through power."

the screen went blank. not the most reassuring of speeches, but desperate times...