NationStates Jolt Archive


Feast of the world in an untouched land- Attention all!

Raven corps
28-11-2006, 01:15
The mansion was a full buzz as the servants scrammbled to make the mansion ready for the incoming guests. The ball room was arranged and the solid gold ornaments on the walls, chairs, and tables where polished. The Dimond glasses in the studies where dusted and polished. Colderon walked around them pointing out anything that was out of order. The solid black marble floor was waxed and polished, and the painting where leveled. All the lights where replaced and Wine celler was opened.

" Colderon sir, we found that the wine celler hasn't been opened in along time and it seems that the wines inside are well aged and would sell for atleast 300,000 USD in any market, and that the least expensive wine you have, are you sure you want to open some of these." asked an attendant as she looked over the wine cellars inventory.

" I am quite aware of whats in that cellar...I PUT THEM THERE!" screamed Colderon as he finished inspecting the bar rooms liquor bottles.

The attendant lowered her head and left without saying anything. And she left to get the selected wines.


In the stables the legions of Pure white Stallions where brushed, bathed and pamperd with fragrence and they had thier manes cut and styled. They where given fresh apples and grains, and where given pure platanium shoes, with Dimond studded neck braces. Thier teeth whited and cleaned. Thier hoves craved and painted with Ornate paintings. with 13 attendants per horse they had no wants or needs.

" You know its bad when, these horses get a better treatment then we do." said one of the attendants as he brused his horses back.

" Yea, but I can complian, if I was to go back to my nation I would be living worse then I am now" said another as he fed a horse a fresh red apple.

" You may think this is good, but I know better" said the other attendant as he put the brush away.

The shipments of fresh foods and meats had arrived and where sent to the chefs stations for inspection. The kitchen was dressed for the best of show. The knives where titainium and polished, along with being laser edged.

" These blueberries have frost on them, They will not do! I need them right from the bush. Bring me a bush!" screamed out the lead chef in Colderons staff as he tossed perfectly fine blueberries out in to the trash compactor.

" Sir were are we going to get a bush now?!?" asked one of the assistance as he looked over the shipment manifest.

Colderon was pleased to see everything going acording to plan, everything except one thing... the Kornosian Blood wine. The wine of choice of Colderon. A thick favorful wine that is made from the Musken grapes that are watered with blood. A wine that cost about 3 million a bottle. It was late from the shippment. but this was a trival matter and he must get to writting the letters.
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 01:37
Colderon entered his study and sat down at his large cherry maple desk and pulled out cotton paper with the Raven corps symbol embrasded in gold. He dipped a Blue crane feather into pure squid ink and began to write:



Official Letter of Colderon Jason Zion

To all who have expressed wishes to attend,

To all of the VIPs who have been sent as diplomats, dignitaries, or are coming as leaders of your fine nations. I wish to officially invite you to my mansion. Inclosed in this letter is the following:

Dress code
Location of my Mansion
And your official letter of invitation

The dress code for this gathering is, as I am sure most of you have guessed, is formal for the dinners and ball. Although you may bring an assorted woredrobe for your pleasure while enjoying my island. I wish to express my concern that this island is cold but has no wind chill factor, due to its location. So please pack accordingly


The location of my island is a mystery to most of this world, and I wish to maintian that location status. So, inclosed is the location of my Sail boat armada which will farry you in from the location I have supplied. Rest assured they are the best on the high seas.



( last page)

( the last page is printed with gold flaked ink )

Official letter of Invitation:

When you arrive to my island, present this letter to the islands coast guard, this will give you unrestricted access to my island.
Nova Aquaria
28-11-2006, 01:54
"Honey, look-"

"It seems we've been invited to a winter island, Adrian. Anna can take over for a few days."

"Well, it sure beats vacationing at some embassy. Let's go then."

And so, the Imperial couple left the palace. Several minutes later, they arrived at their own personal airport. They spent the usual time waiting, and soon were off. They flew down from NYC- all the way being followed by an army of papparazi- to the nearest place to the mansion they could go without travelling by boat. Many hours later, they arrived at port. The boat was beautiful. Full white, gigantic, three stories high, pools, jaccuzis- all for a short voyage. The couple climbed the gangplank into the floating mansion. "Make yourselves comfortable, sir and lady," said a guard. The two walked deeper inside, eventually coming to a game room. They then sat down with their bags, and began to 'chill'. The Emperor had a friendly bet going with a state governor on a football game, so he flipped through the channels. Meanwhile his wife called home to check on the baby.
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 01:59
OOC: ( I know, I know)- Try to put a lot more detail into thier geting to the boats, I'll take over from the boats part.


The boats admiral stood atop his bridge, the cool sea air making his beard sway back and forth. His starched stance, gave away his old past as a warship captain. He years on the open sea made him a perfect admiral for Colderons sail boats fleet.


" Admiral sir, We have heard of that this invitations have been sent, we should start to see the VIPs arrive soon" Acounced one of the boats seaman.

" Thank you, Prepare the vessels, we may be shipping out soon." replied the Admiral

" Aye sir." said the seaman as he rushed out to the docks to spread the Admirals orders.
Pan-Arab Barronia
28-11-2006, 02:11
Cadence Niels read the invitation with interest. Well, I've done enough work and deserve the time off. Maybe I'll take Richard with me... Cadence and Richard had been seeing each other for over a year now, but, with the recent action in Bosnia, coupled with tensions mounting in Al Khamali, they had seen less and less of each other. She picked up the phone. "Put me through to the Admiral."

The Admiral had been on inspection when the phonecall came. "What is it this time?" he wondered - he had been bombarded lately, with orders from Strategic Command.

"Bryer speaking"
"Well hello there, sweet pea"
"Cadence! How are you?"
"Not too bad honey, considering. I've got some news for you here - we've been invited to Colderon's mansion in Raven Corps for a weekend!"

Raven Corps. He had heard the name once or twice before, most notably for their most recent invasion of Galation, in a spectacular military maneuvre, which was, in his opinion, only marred by their excessive use of Nuclear Armaments.

"But what about leave? I can't just-"
"Sorted it with Strom. You're coming."
"Oh. Well then, I'll catch the next plane into Misenae! See you there sweetie."

10 Hours Later

The Atlantic Skies Presidential 737 took off from Misenae, headed for a secret location in Raven Corps. From there, they would be transferred to the sailboat which would drop them off at Colderon's private island.

As they entered Raven Corps airspace, and the plane dropped a wing to enter the traffic pattern, they could see the landscape, looking like something out of a fairytale. Snow was everywhere.

From disembarking a plane, they were rushed into an armoured limousine, and, after what seemed to be an hour sliding on the ice, they arrived at the boarding station. Build of wood, yet marvellously detailed, they stopped for a second to admire the architecture.

Cadence shivered as they boarded the boat, having shown the rather impressive-looking guard their invitation. It was freezing! Lucky for Richard, he had his dress uniform on for greeting Colderon, which luckily came in two styles - winter and summer. He saw Cadence, dressed in just a cashmere cardigan:

"Well, he did say it was going to be cold."
"Uh-huh."

One of the guards offered Cadence his coat. She took it gratefully, wondering if the soldier himself would freeze. He answered her question quickly:

"M'a'm, I've been working in this weather for many a year. Believe me, this is mild."
"Mild! Good Lord!"

They found the boat to be all they wanted and more - fit for royalty! With a gigantic bedroom, butler service, and projector and screen for television, they were shocked. At 3 stories tall, it was bigger height-for-height than their 737 they had travelled in. As they strolled the expanse that was the living room, Cadence muttured to herself "remind me to put these into the budget next month".
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 02:22
"Honey, look-"

"It seems we've been invited to a winter island, Adrian. Anna can take over for a few days."

"Well, it sure beats vacationing at some embassy. Let's go then."

And so, the Imperial couple left the palace. Several minutes later, they arrived at their own personal airport. They spent the usual time waiting, and soon were off. They flew down from NYC- all the way being followed by an army of papparazi- to the nearest place to the mansion they could go without travelling by boat. Many hours later, they arrived at port. The boat was beautiful. Full white, gigantic, three stories high, pools, jaccuzis- all for a short voyage. The couple climbed the gangplank into the floating mansion. "Make yourselves comfortable, sir and lady," said a guard. The two walked deeper inside, eventually coming to a game room. They then sat down with their bags, and began to 'chill'. The Emperor had a friendly bet going with a state governor on a football game, so he flipped through the channels. Meanwhile his wife called home to check on the baby.

As the Family settled into the room and got comfortable the Admiral entered. He was a tall man with a grumpy look upon his face. His foot step sounded like bricks hitting the floor. As he entered the center of the room he spoke with a booming voice


" Welcome!, I am Admiral Nicholas Tervilo, I will be the commanding officer on the voyage. Let me be the first to welcome you to the Wave Razor. I hope you will enjoy your time abord my vessel. Please enjoy our bar, and if you are looking for a game we haveall of them in our package. Please enjoy yoursleves."

And with that he left to see if anyone else had arrived
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 02:34
Cadence Niels read the invitation with interest. Well, I've done enough work and deserve the time off. Maybe I'll take Richard with me... Cadence and Richard had been seeing each other for over a year now, but, with the recent action in Bosnia, coupled with tensions mounting in Al Khamali, they had seen less and less of each other. She picked up the phone. "Put me through to the Admiral."

The Admiral had been on inspection when the phonecall came. "What is it this time?" he wondered - he had been bombarded lately, with orders from Strategic Command.

"Bryer speaking"
"Well hello there, sweet pea"
"Cadence! How are you?"
"Not too bad honey, considering. I've got some news for you here - we've been invited to Colderon's mansion in Raven Corps for a weekend!"

Raven Corps. He had heard the name once or twice before, most notably for their most recent invasion of Galation, in a spectacular military maneuvre, which was, in his opinion, only marred by their excessive use of Nuclear Armaments.

"But what about leave? I can't just-"
"Sorted it with Strom. You're coming."
"Oh. Well then, I'll catch the next plane into Misenae! See you there sweetie."

10 Hours Later

The Barronian Airways Presidential 737 took off from Misenae, headed for a secret location in Raven Corps. From there, they would be transferred to the sailboat which would drop them off at Colderon's private island.

As they entered Raven Corps airspace, and the plane dropped a wing to enter the traffic pattern, they could see the landscape, looking like something out of a fairytale. Snow was everywhere.

From disembarking a plane, they were rushed into an armoured limousine, and, after what seemed to be an hour sliding on the ice, they arrived at the boarding station. Build of wood, yet marvellously detailed, they stopped for a second to admire the architecture.

Cadence shivered as they boarded the boat, having shown the rather impressive-looking guard their invitation. It was freezing! Lucky for Richard, he had his dress uniform on for greeting Colderon, which luckily came in two styles - winter and summer. He saw Cadence, dressed in just a cashmere cardigan:

"Well, he did say it was going to be cold."
"Uh-huh."

One of the guards offered Cadence his coat. She took it gratefully, wondering if the soldier himself would freeze. He answered her question quickly:

"M'a'm, I've been working in this weather for many a year. Believe me, this is mild."
"Mild! Good Lord!"

They found the boat to be all they wanted and more - fit for royalty! With a gigantic bedroom, butler service, and projector and screen for television, they were shocked. At 3 stories tall, it was bigger height-for-height than their 737 they had travelled in. As they strolled the expanse that was the living room, Cadence muttured to herself "remind me to put these into the budget next month".


The Admiral made his grand appearance to the couple as they made thier way into the room. His uniform very dressed unlike the normal SF that where used to invade Galation. It was well tailored and fi well with his body. Tall and starched he walked i the room and gave his normal annoucement

" Hello and Welcome to the Wave Razor. I am Admiral Nicholas Tervilo of the Raven corporations SF. Personal Sailmaster of Colderons Island sail boat fleet. I hope everything is well with your rooms and suits. And if I may say so my self it is only a taste of whats to come during your stay with Master Colderon. If you need anything Please dont wait ask anyone of the Seaman aboard and it will be thier purest honor to assist you. I am sorry about the short welcome, but I have some matters to attend to."

the seaman behind him dressed in well tailored suits stood ready to accept thier commands.

" Sir more are expected shall we ready to others?"
asked another seaman

" Good Idea, Ready The Highwind, and Ice cutteras well" rodered the Admiral as he walked to his bridge to give Colderon his report.


" Sir we have welcomed the first of the VIPs, I have ordered the readying of the The Highwind, and Ice cutteras." repotred the admiral

" Good see to it that all is well for my guests." ordered Colderon as he put the radio away.
Nova Brittanica
28-11-2006, 03:49
Democrat Party Headquarters, Temporary Presedential Palace, Drakeston

It was a cold, snowy day in Nova Brittanica. President George Lincoln and his wife sat on the porch, discussing the invatation, "I stand firm on this Esmerelda, we cannot take this opportunity to feast ourselves while thousands are starving. My mind is made up, we will send General Frederickson, the principal of the Nova Brittonian Diplomatic Academy, and his top three students. They will leave at once, via luxorious blimp."

One Hour Later, on the Blimp

The principal of the Nova Brittonian Diplomatic Academy, Erik, was teaching the students everything he thought they would know. Henry, Madeline, and Jonathon were being taught archery, horse riding, blackjack, chess, everything that was possibly going to happen. Meanwhile the general was brushing up on recent wars and other political actions lately.

Two Hours Later, Drop Off Point

"I am coming with you!" Exclaimed the head chef of the blimp, Charlie. "This could be my only chance to cook for such an international meeting! I will not pass up this chance!" Erik, the self proclaimed leader of the party, didn't want to slow the blimp down, let the chef on the boat. The small boat was then lowered down, with its six extremly diverse passengers, to the water to await pick up.
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 03:59
It just so happened that the blimps boat landed in water that was in the pathway of The Highwind, the second sail boat that was chartered to be in use. As the Highwind passed by the Captian called out to them


" Would it be to much to ask to know wether or not you are to being going to Master Colderons party?"

If they where they would be brought aboard ASAP. Colderon would be very angry if he knew his guests where left in the water. The Highwind pulled up next to the Blimp boat and a landing platform was lowered to bring them aboard.

The captian awaited them atop of the landing platform.
Nova Brittanica
28-11-2006, 04:14
The Highwind

The small party of Nova Brittonians climbed upon the landing platform. Erik stood at the head of the group and talked with the captain, "Yes, we are here for the party, as we are the group from Nova Brittanica, representing our nation in these troubled times." Out of his coat pocket Erik produced the invation, still as beautiful as when it was written. "So, to the island then? Thank you good man."
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 04:20
The Captian looked over the invitation and nodded for the group to go inside.
As the captian followed the group he annouced that the Highwind was going to link with the Wave Razor and await the rest of the VIP before going.

" I am sorry for the delay, Colderon has expressed concern that all VIP arrive at the same time. He wishes to meet everyone as they come off the boats. He wishes to show the he see us all as equals and not to show any kind of favoritism."

the captian showed the group to thier rooms and living space for the time being and left them to discuss thier plans amoung themselves.
Aqua Anu
28-11-2006, 04:38
The Queen grinned slyly. She wanted to get her only daughter away from the buzz of turmoil and let her relax a little, and she knew Subaru would of course intice with her soft spoken and sweet voice.

"Darling...It seems we've just recived an invitation to attend a formal gathering."

"Mother I'm pleased but we are preparing for war here, you think it's wise for us?"

"I think it's wise for you my dear. You've been pouring your self over this situation for weeks, you're looking awfully pale, I think you need a break, have some fun."

"But mother..."

"I know you are the heriss to the throne, and you need the experience, but you have plenty and you will get plenty more. I'll stay and watch over this situation were in. Please baby, go and enjoy your self. You may just find some handsom young prince to marry. Or a commoner. And you may just kill three birds with one stone, if you know what I mean. "

"All right mother. Where is this gala?"

"Raven Corps."

"Mother they sell Bio-weapons, after my intense criticism of LifeWyze how will it look if I attend by yet another discraceful weapons dealer. "

"Baby, don't worry so much. I feel the sameway as you do now there will be other nations there, if anyone asks you came with a freind or something. Now please go relax enjoy, talk some business if you want but I don't want you collapsing in the War Room Again."

"All right."

"Atta girl."

She hugged her daughter tightly.

"I'm not too crazy about the cold weather though."

Mikaux chuckled. "Don't worry, we'll have some heavy clothes for you when you leave."

NAVY I


The young princess departed on the Royal Navy I, the offical naval craft of the Queen and Princess.

According to the invitation she would be picked up by a ferry of the nation to escorte them to their semi-invisible nation.

She took a deep breath as it began to get cold, and went back inside the cabin.

"Will you be needing anything miss?"

"Hot tea please."

"Certianlly."
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 04:49
" Sir we have a ship on radar looks like its headin for us. Shall I ready the second suite for them sir" asked a seaman as he looked at the Radar

" Yes. I hope they will not mind leaving thier own boat, to come to ours" said the Admiral as he stepped outside of the bridge to the walk way that gave him full view of the outside. Clouds had begun to form a semi- dimming layer above them and gave the area a grey color.

The Admiral was a seasoned seaman and spotted the boat as it came in to the docks waters. So he stepped back in and hailed the vessel...


" This is Admiral Nicholas, of the Raven corporation SF. Sailmaster of Colderons sailboat Fleet. If you are here for the ball and feast, please dock your vessel and come to the Wave Razor and have your invitation in hand"

He placed the radio back to its cradle and listened for a reply.
Aqua Anu
28-11-2006, 04:55
"This is Diplomatic Vessel 345689 Navy I we are preparing to dock up with you at this time, we are coming from the south and should at 45 degrese, over."
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 06:06
The Admiral replied

" Continue on your course, we will ready our ship for a ship to ship transport"

The Admiral turned around and barked out his orders. The tall man barked like a grenade going off. His voice alone commanded respect of his seaman. The strached old man was grumpy loking and could stare downan army by himself

" All hands to your stations, I want this vesel ready for port side transport"

After he ordered the seaman ran to their places getting everything ready for the newcomers
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 20:29
With the Preparations for the party almost complete Colderon now set out o find out what happened to his 2.6 million dallor bottle of wine. It was the rarest wine to be produced and was virtually unreplacable. While COlderon sat at his deskhe picked up his phone and called the Vineyard.

" Thank you for calling, this is Alex Ostria, How may I help you?" asked the one who picked up.

" Help my name is Colderon..( Alexs blood ran cold). I recently bought your 10th bottle of your Kornosian Blood Wine. It was to be here for my party about 3 days ago. Where is my WINE!?!"

Alex didn't kow what to do or say. He flipped through the shipment logs to ensure that the wine left on time.

" Colderon sir, our logs show that you wine was sent to you on time, there must have been a problem along the way. I will track this down ASAP." replied Alex hoping that Colderon would not want his head for the wines missing status.

" You have until tonight to ensure that my wine gets to my hands. If it doesn't get to my hands by that time, I will take your vineyards for myself!" said Coldern as he slammed the phone on to its cradle

Alex swollowed and ran to his boss, the owner of the company, and told him about everyhting that happened. the owner and oldman, listened and told alex what to do.

" The guards have a GPS tracking system on them, turn them on and find out where they are. Then make sure they get moving. If they dont tell them that Colderon can have there heads as retribution."

Alex nodded and ran off to find the guards and wine. He walked into the computer room and located the trackers. The GPS showed the guards to be close to the docks.


---- Colderons docks- Articia Island

The Convoy arrived at the docks just as the heard thier tracking devices turn on. They knew that menat that a cleint was not happy. The team that guarded the the crate pulled the truck right next to the Wave Razor and called over some seaman to help move the 200 lbs crate to the mian living room. The seaman ran over to help with the crate..... as they knew what was inside. The ships guardsran out to ensure nothing went wrong.

" Listen this wine st make it to Colderon tonight do you understand! screamed one of the gurads as his signed over the crate to the ships crew.

" Gotcha. Glad to see you guy got here before we left. " said a seaman

" Trust me.... So am I!" said the guard as they loaded up the convoy and left. The ships guard then escorted the crate to the living room where some of the VIPs hwere already at.
The Kraven Corporation
28-11-2006, 22:27
Kraven Subjugator Class Super Dreadnaught - "The Dark Throne II"

The bow of this mighty vessel rose out of the waters, the nose then crashing down, causing white froth of the waves to cascade across the deck and outwards back into the sea, the massive golden eagle that stared down into the waters, a symbol of Kraven arrogance, glistened in the early morning light, the droplets of water along its long carved wings that stretched from the bow to the Anchors that lined the side…

The proud vessel ploughed on forwards, cutting through the waves like nothing was there, this 1.1km vessel of pure Kraven power made little effort of parting the water, the only noise, that of the massive nuclear reactors that thumped away, powering the ship onwards…

The vessel made no signal, no mention of its arrival, just the sinister appearance of this mighty symbol of Kraven Oppression, was Kraven invited? Was it here in good will? Or was it here to gate crash…

Helghan sat in his Command chair, it was a massive leather chair, and contained controls for various functions about the bridge, he could view radar readings, and communicate to other ships of the fleet…

Helghan rose up, his servo motors of his legs whirred as they powered him upwards, he turned towards a young officer, a Kraven Military officer, no older than 27...

“Prepare my personal craft, we will make the docks in one hour” His voice was cold and metallic, his voice box long since destroyed by the corrosive power of the acid bath…

The young officer nervously turned towards him, fear creeping across his soul, like he was staring into the unholy cybernetic eyes of Death itself…

“As you wish, Reichmarshal…”
Raven corps
28-11-2006, 23:27
OOC: reword this to make him arrive at the docks of the Sailboats.
Clandonia Prime
28-11-2006, 23:39
The massive Super Danskeran Class submarine moved into the docks near Colderon, it began its surface preparations. Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus was preparing in his ready room, preparing to go putting the finishing touches to his formal uniform. Putting down his Glock pistol into the small locker, he straighted his cap. A young officer knocked on the door,

'Come in' said the commander.

'Sir the vessel has surfaced now, the Ravens will be picking you up from there. I have instructed the Marines to follow you.'

'Good, if you need to contact me do not wait one moment if its from the Empire. If its from my ex-wife say I'm busy, got it?'

The officer smirked, as did the commander. Waiting for a bloody sailing boat, very poncy for a high ranking Clandonian officer. In usual circumstances the submarine would near beach itself, then deploy RIB's to get to sure with Marine escorts, A more dignifying aproach but beggars can't be choosers when it came to delegations.
Theao
29-11-2006, 00:21
Nadia was laying on her bed with her eyes closed listening to the stereo blasting out music when she was disturbed by a knocking. Flicking the off button on the remote, she got up to go see who it was. "What is it dweeb?"
"Is that any way to talk to your favorite brother?" Michael asked with a smirk.
"You're my ownly brother, what do you want?" She commented with a bit of a growl as she knew he knew she didn't like being distrubed while listening to her tunes.
"Mom and Dad want to talk to you."
"Fine. I'll be right there."

The siblings and twins headed off to the living room to see what was up.
"Ah there you are. We got an invitation to a dinner, but as both of us are busy we were wondering if you'd take our places."
"Sounds interesting, who's it with?"
"A few other heads of state, the host is Colderon of Raven Corps."
"Sure. Are we to take anything special?" Michael asked
"Yes, we have a few gifts picked out already. You'll have two members of Silver with you as well."
"Off with you now, you need to pack for three days."

The two nineteen years olds returned to thier respective rooms to pack and prepare. Heading to the private 'port, they boarded one of a trio of planes. It was a secruity measure to reduce the risk of any terrorists or foreign powers of taking a shot at the royals.

A number of hours later

The aircraft touched down along the runway that adjoined the sailship's port. Putting on a coat, Nadia and Michael disembarked followed by a man and woman, the two members of the Silver company. Following the four were a trio of porters carrying a number of bags and packages.

Nadia looked around for a greeter so she could present the invitations and get on the ships.
Blackhelm Confederacy
29-11-2006, 00:56
Jack Phoenixclaw was both the Chairman of the Griffincrest Board of Investors as well as something of Griffincrests public relations man and ambassador. He was tall, charismatic, and rather good looking, and on top of that very persuasive. He took off his cowboy hat for a second to scratch the top of his head and then emerged from the bowels of his yacht, stepping up to the deck of the ship and taking in the surroundings. Colderon's island was like something from a fairy tale, snow covered, pure, beautiful. It was nothing like the Confederacy he left behind, and he was glad.

He then looked down, straightened his tie, and checked his watch. "Right on time" he thought to himself, before ducking back into the ship to escape the cold. Down a short, well decorated hallway he found the solid oak door to hhi scabin and entered it. A fire was going in the fireplace, and unless you were told otherwise, the room could pass for a study in some mansion. Jack poured himself a glass of bourbon, and then cracked open a book on the customs and culture of Raven Corps. "Better get to know these boys" he said aloud, then took a sip of his drink and began reading.
New Nicksyllvania
29-11-2006, 01:24
The Great, Infinately Glorious, Absolutely Just and Righteous Emperor of Nicksyllvania, Drakkgon, Razgalth, Calassia, Moquia, and Supreme Comrade Generalissmo of Administrative Affairs of the Nicksyllvanian Empire, and Supreme Minister of the Imperial Socialist Party of Nicksyllvania, Nicholas M. Sawatsky came out of the Imperial Jet, dressed in the his finest Military Parade uniform, Navy Blue, with red trimmings and shashes, with a miriad of golden buttons and ornaments on a Overcoat of a German style. Medals and awards covered his left chest, presenting at least twice as many medals as anyone else in his entourage. .
"Bloody hell, its cold"
stated the Emperor an aid quickly went into the jet and fetched a fur jacket, made from the pelts of 1000 ferrets. "I'm much more used to warmer and artificial climates, not snowfilled wasteland"
"Oh tough it out, how can anyone respect an Emperor who can't even take a bit of cold"
the Grand Duke of Drakkgon sardonically replied, being the Emperor's 3/4 brother and having a high status, he was one of the few individuals who could talk back to the His majesty, without eating a bullet.
"Watch it, especially when we're at the party, you are to be subordinate to me in the face of others, or so help me, I will put you up against the wall. Your lucky you're even accompanying me to this considering the many times you have insulted my reputation in front of the Supreme Council"
"Tis my duty m'lord, as Duke and as a sibling"
As they left the jet, their aides promtly saluted and took off, leaving the Emperor, and the Grand Duke of Drakkgon who then proceeded to the dockyard to the sailboats.
The Transylvania
29-11-2006, 02:51
The Count got an invite to some hoe down hosted by some dude from the Raven Corp, so being somewhat friendly he got ready to head to this feast on the island owned by that dude called Colderon. Unlike doing the normal thing and taking a boat to the meeting spot, the Count had a better idea. Use a cargo plane to fly in then drop in on the dock to the sail boats. So, he got some things ready and call some folk to come with him. Then head towards the cargo plane to head toward this meeting dock.

All that happened about ten hour ago, right now the black C-13 JackRabbit supersonic cargo aircraft with Dominion marking was flying into the area. It moved to the right high and got ready to drop its cargo.

In the cargo hold, the red light were turned on and the Dominionites got ready to jump. The Count (http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5993/countjwolf6xn.jpg) in some black leather pants and a tight black long sleeve shirt looked up at the cargo head and said “Tell the pilot to radio the people down there that they will have some company in a few.”

“Yes, milord.” said the middle aged man, who heads up to the pilots and tells them. The message was radioed down that the Count and a posse of others would be coming.

Back in the back, the door was opened and the light turned green. The plane was at the right speed and everybody was ready. Their parachutes on their backs and black full face helmets on their heads. Their clothes and other things were in four feet by four feet by two feet green crates that are stacked on each other two high . The crates were on sleds that could hold eight crates and their were two sleds in the back with the crates tied down with their own parachutes.

The Count stood at the bay door and looked back at the others. “Let’s do this with some style.” he said then placed his helmet. Then he did a fallen angel move and exited the plane.

The rest followed one-by-one with the sleds coming out last with their parachutes being opened as they left the plane. Some heavy rock was playing through their helmet radios. The Dominionites were doing this the crazy way.

After some time of free fall, the Count pulled his ripcord and glides towards the Earth. The rest began to pull their ripcords. Everybody could see the dock from here and a lot for other things. The Dominionites glides towards the ground and the dock to their guest.

Some time later, the Count’s feet touched the dock and his parachute hit the ground behind him. He undid his straps and got that big thing off of his back. The helmet was the last thing off and he placed that on the ground. The Count looked out at the people in front of him.

“Greetings, I’m the one and only Count JWolf.” said with a smile that showed off his fangs. He pulled the invitation out of a hidden pocket in his pants and hands it to the near Raven Corp guard.

Dominionites started dropping out of the sky after that. And one-by-one they did what the Count did by undoing their straps and taking helmets.

The Count‘s posse had General Rudolph Falke (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RudolphFalke.jpg), the Wolf General of the Beta Division of the Black Wolves, General Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg), leader of the 1st Blood Wolves and Death of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, the former Shadow Fox and assassin, White Cobra (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/WhiteCobra.jpg), Fang (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Fang.jpg), one of the five founder members of Tiger Force in the 1st Blood Wolves, and the last one was the seven foot tall Trevor (http://img210.echo.cx/img210/1180/trevor6lb.jpg).

But many people don’t know of Fang, of Dawson being part of the Four Horsemen or that the Four Horsemen exist, of White Cobra and of Trevor. Only a few within JWolf's circle know of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. Ah this meeting would be fun.

As the rest packed up their parachutes, the two sleds hit the dock near them.
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 08:00
Nadia was laying on her bed with her eyes closed listening to the stereo blasting out music when she was disturbed by a knocking. Flicking the off button on the remote, she got up to go see who it was. "What is it dweeb?"
"Is that any way to talk to your favorite brother?" Michael asked with a smirk.
"You're my ownly brother, what do you want?" She commented with a bit of a growl as she knew he knew she didn't like being distrubed while listening to her tunes.
"Mom and Dad want to talk to you."
"Fine. I'll be right there."

The siblings and twins headed off to the living room to see what was up.
"Ah there you are. We got an invitation to a dinner, but as both of us are busy we were wondering if you'd take our places."
"Sounds interesting, who's it with?"
"A few other heads of state, the host is Colderon of Raven Corps."
"Sure. Are we to take anything special?" Michael asked
"Yes, we have a few gifts picked out already. You'll have two members of Silver with you as well."
"Off with you now, you need to pack for three days."

The two nineteen years olds returned to thier respective rooms to pack and prepare. Heading to the private 'port, they boarded one of a trio of planes. It was a secruity measure to reduce the risk of any terrorists or foreign powers of taking a shot at the royals.

A number of hours later

The aircraft touched down along the runway that adjoined the sailship's port. Putting on a coat, Nadia and Michael disembarked followed by a man and woman, the two members of the Silver company. Following the four were a trio of porters carrying a number of bags and packages.

Nadia looked around for a greeter so she could present the invitations and get on the ships.

As the couple arrived to the docks a seaman of the vessel approched them and kindly inquired as to thier invites. The guard was polite and welcoming to the newest arrivals. His posture was set and his suit pressed. He was top of the line.

" Hello and welcome to Colderons sailboat fleet. I will be your escort to the vessel, may I see your invitation?' asked the seaman.
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 08:07
Jack Phoenixclaw was both the Chairman of the Griffincrest Board of Investors as well as something of Griffincrests public relations man and ambassador. He was tall, charismatic, and rather good looking, and on top of that very persuasive. He took off his cowboy hat for a second to scratch the top of his head and then emerged from the bowels of his yacht, stepping up to the deck of the ship and taking in the surroundings. Colderon's island was like something from a fairy tale, snow covered, pure, beautiful. It was nothing like the Confederacy he left behind, and he was glad.

He then looked down, straightened his tie, and checked his watch. "Right on time" he thought to himself, before ducking back into the ship to escape the cold. Down a short, well decorated hallway he found the solid oak door to hhi scabin and entered it. A fire was going in the fireplace, and unless you were told otherwise, the room could pass for a study in some mansion. Jack poured himself a glass of bourbon, and then cracked open a book on the customs and culture of Raven Corps. "Better get to know these boys" he said aloud, then took a sip of his drink and began reading.


A seaman came to the room the Jack was currently reading in. He wondered if Jack knew that the book he was reading was nothing more then an old book from when Raven corporation was based on a nation. The book was very old.

" Mister Jack I am seaman First class of the Raven corps SF. I can gt you a more up-to-date book about our corporation if you like?" asked the seaman
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 08:25
The Great, Infinately Glorious, Absolutely Just and Righteous Emperor of Nicksyllvania, Drakkgon, Razgalth, Calassia, Moquia, and Supreme Comrade Generalissmo of Administrative Affairs of the Nicksyllvanian Empire, and Supreme Minister of the Imperial Socialist Party of Nicksyllvania, Nicholas M. Sawatsky came out of the Imperial Jet, dressed in the his finest Military Parade uniform, Navy Blue, with red trimmings and shashes, with a miriad of golden buttons and ornaments on a Overcoat of a German style. Medals and awards covered his left chest, presenting at least twice as many medals as anyone else in his entourage. .
"Bloody hell, its cold"
stated the Emperor an aid quickly went into the jet and fetched a fur jacket, made from the pelts of 1000 ferrets. "I'm much more used to warmer and artificial climates, not snowfilled wasteland"
"Oh tough it out, how can anyone respect an Emperor who can't even take a bit of cold"
the Grand Duke of Drakkgon sardonically replied, being the Emperor's 3/4 brother and having a high status, he was one of the few individuals who could talk back to the His majesty, without eating a bullet.
"Watch it, especially when we're at the party, you are to be subordinate to me in the face of others, or so help me, I will put you up against the wall. Your lucky you're even accompanying me to this considering the many times you have insulted my reputation in front of the Supreme Council"
"Tis my duty m'lord, as Duke and as a sibling"
As they left the jet, their aides promtly saluted and took off, leaving the Emperor, and the Grand Duke of Drakkgon who then proceeded to the dockyard to the sailboats.


The Captian of the Highwind met the Emperor and the duke at the boarding platform. He was well dressed and was an impossing figure. He looked them over and asked for thier Invites.
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 08:32
The Count got an invite to some hoe down hosted by some dude from the Raven Corp, so being somewhat friendly he got ready to head to this feast on the island owned by that dude called Colderon. Unlike doing the normal thing and taking a boat to the meeting spot, the Count had a better idea. Use a cargo plane to fly in then drop in on the dock to the sail boats. So, he got some things ready and call some folk to come with him. Then head towards the cargo plane to head toward this meeting dock.

All that happened about ten hour ago, right now the black C-13 JackRabbit supersonic cargo aircraft with Dominion marking was flying into the area. It moved to the right high and got ready to drop its cargo.

In the cargo hold, the red light were turned on and the Dominionites got ready to jump. The Count (http://img375.imageshack.us/img375/5993/countjwolf6xn.jpg) in some black leather pants and a tight black long sleeve shirt looked up at the cargo head and said “Tell the pilot to radio the people down there that they will have some company in a few.”

“Yes, milord.” said the middle aged man, who heads up to the pilots and tells them. The message was radioed down that the Count and a posse of others would be coming.

Back in the back, the door was opened and the light turned green. The plane was at the right speed and everybody was ready. Their parachutes on their backs and black full face helmets on their heads. Their clothes and other things were in four feet by four feet by two feet green crates that are stacked on each other two high . The crates were on sleds that could hold eight crates and their were two sleds in the back with the crates tied down with their own parachutes.

The Count stood at the bay door and looked back at the others. “Let’s do this with some style.” he said then placed his helmet. Then he did a fallen angel move and exited the plane.

The rest followed one-by-one with the sleds coming out last with their parachutes being opened as they left the plane. Some heavy rock was playing through their helmet radios. The Dominionites were doing this the crazy way.

After some time of free fall, the Count pulled his ripcord and glides towards the Earth. The rest began to pull their ripcords. Everybody could see the dock from here and a lot for other things. The Dominionites glides towards the ground and the dock to their guest.

Some time later, the Count’s feet touched the dock and his parachute hit the ground behind him. He undid his straps and got that big thing off of his back. The helmet was the last thing off and he placed that on the ground. The Count looked out at the people in front of him.

“Greetings, I’m the one and only Count JWolf.” said with a smile that showed off his fangs. He pulled the invitation out of a hidden pocket in his pants and hands it to the near Raven Corp guard.

Dominionites started dropping out of the sky after that. And one-by-one they did what the Count did by undoing their straps and taking helmets.

The Count‘s posse had General Rudolph Falke (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RudolphFalke.jpg), the Wolf General of the Beta Division of the Black Wolves, General Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg), leader of the 1st Blood Wolves and Death of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse, the former Shadow Fox and assassin, White Cobra (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/WhiteCobra.jpg), Fang (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Fang.jpg), one of the five founder members of Tiger Force in the 1st Blood Wolves, and the last one was the seven foot tall Trevor (http://img210.echo.cx/img210/1180/trevor6lb.jpg).

But many people don’t know of Fang, of Dawson being part of the Four Horsemen or that the Four Horsemen exist, of White Cobra and of Trevor. Only a few within JWolf's circle know of the Four Horsemen of Apocalypse. Ah this meeting would be fun.

As the rest packed up their parachutes, the two sleds hit the dock near them.


The seaman clapped as the Count made his grand enterance to the docks. The Admiral stepped out of the bridge and gave a small clap. With a swift hand motion he signaled the ships guards to retrieve the invites.
Theao
29-11-2006, 13:18
"Of course." Nadia replied as she pulled out the invitation. The nineteen year old blonde shivered slightly as a gust of wind caught them. "Is the weather like this frequently?"

Michael on the other hand had looked over the boats. He was a sailor himself, amature of course and in the old school, but was wondering if he figure out where the island was based on where they'd started and the various other bits of data he could pick up on the journey to Colderon's isle.
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 20:01
"Of course." Nadia replied as she pulled out the invitation. The nineteen year old blonde shivered slightly as a gust of wind caught them. "Is the weather like this frequently?"

Michael on the other hand had looked over the boats. He was a sailor himself, amature of course and in the old school, but was wondering if he figure out where the island was based on where they'd started and the various other bits of data he could pick up on the journey to Colderon's isle.

The guard laughed as he looked at the invitation from the lovly young girl. Her comment made him think of the first time he had ever been here.

" Ma'am I would have to say this is how it always is here at the docks... but trust me it will be a lot better when we get to the island" said the guard as he stepped to the side to allow the two walk past and climb aboard the Wave Razor

He walked with them as they climbed aboard and where met by the Admiral. the Admirals stanch posture and over all grumpyness, was quickly over shadowed by his light attitude and positive outlook. His attitude being based on the fact that everone had arrived in shape or form and the journy could now begin. With the highwind going to pick up the Clandonia Prime VIP they would lionk up and continue on thier trek.

" Hello I am Admiral Nicholas Trevilo, Sailmaster of Colderons Sailboat fleet. AS the last of our VIP we are now about to set sail. Please make your self comfortable, and feel free to do anything you wish while aboard my vessel."

With that the Admiral left the newest arrivals, He then went to the bridge and got on the Intercom. He was to announce that a dinner would be provided in the mian dinning room located on the top deck.

" Hello everyone, this is the Admiral speaking. We will be shipping out soon, and it is my pleasure to invite you to the top deck for a dinner. As well you may look at the sites as we leave" with his announcement he placed the intercom mic down and picked up the radio to Colderon

" This is Admiral Nicholas, we have picked up the rest of the VIPs and are going to be shipping out in about 10 minutes. "

" Good, make sure all is well with them while they are aborad your ship Nick. I dont want a single complaint!" said Colderon as he put the radio away.

The Admiral smiled as he knew how much the party meant to him. As he put the radio down he made his way to the top deck to make sure all was well with the dinner.
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 20:05
The massive Super Danskeran Class submarine moved into the docks near Colderon, it began its surface preparations. Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus was preparing in his ready room, preparing to go putting the finishing touches to his formal uniform. Putting down his Glock pistol into the small locker, he straighted his cap. A young officer knocked on the door,

'Come in' said the commander.

'Sir the vessel has surfaced now, the Ravens will be picking you up from there. I have instructed the Marines to follow you.'

'Good, if you need to contact me do not wait one moment if its from the Empire. If its from my ex-wife say I'm busy, got it?'

The officer smirked, as did the commander. Waiting for a bloody sailing boat, very poncy for a high ranking Clandonian officer. In usual circumstances the submarine would near beach itself, then deploy RIB's to get to sure with Marine escorts, A more dignifying aproach but beggars can't be choosers when it came to delegations.


The sub that Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus had come on was found and the highwind dispatched asmall vessel to retrieve him. It was small abou the size of a family boat, and it would do to pick his up and bring him aboard the Highwind. The little boat tugged its way to the sub and made its hail

" This is the Highwind 2 we are here to pick up a Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus. AS in terms with the party he has been invited to... Over"
Raven corps
29-11-2006, 20:11
Kraven Subjugator Class Super Dreadnaught - "The Dark Throne II"

The bow of this mighty vessel rose out of the waters, the nose then crashing down, causing white froth of the waves to cascade across the deck and outwards back into the sea, the massive golden eagle that stared down into the waters, a symbol of Kraven arrogance, glistened in the early morning light, the droplets of water along its long carved wings that stretched from the bow to the Anchors that lined the side…

The proud vessel ploughed on forwards, cutting through the waves like nothing was there, this 1.1km vessel of pure Kraven power made little effort of parting the water, the only noise, that of the massive nuclear reactors that thumped away, powering the ship onwards…

The vessel made no signal, no mention of its arrival, just the sinister appearance of this mighty symbol of Kraven Oppression, was Kraven invited? Was it here in good will? Or was it here to gate crash…

Helghan sat in his Command chair, it was a massive leather chair, and contained controls for various functions about the bridge, he could view radar readings, and communicate to other ships of the fleet…

Helghan rose up, his servo motors of his legs whirred as they powered him upwards, he turned towards a young officer, a Kraven Military officer, no older than 27...

“Prepare my personal craft, we will make the docks in one hour” His voice was cold and metallic, his voice box long since destroyed by the corrosive power of the acid bath…

The young officer nervously turned towards him, fear creeping across his soul, like he was staring into the unholy cybernetic eyes of Death itself…

“As you wish, Reichmarshal…”



As the Kraven vessel cme ino veiw the Admiral looked out side to see it. It was an impressive vessel one that the Admiral would have been proud to command. He looked around and barked out the orders to make ready the ship to take aboard the Kraven VIP. The ship hands scrammbled about getting everythig ready.

The Admiral stepped outside to get a better view of the ship that the VIP had arrived in. Large and power, it had a striking resemblance to the Raven corps "Silver Talon" the ship that the old Admiral had commanded. The Admiral looked on and only waved his hands to the vessel, and went back inside to get out of the cold. He made his way to the enterance to be ready to welcome the Kraven VIP.
New Nicksyllvania
29-11-2006, 20:44
The Captian of the Highwind met the Emperor and the duke at the boarding platform. He was well dressed and was an impossing figure. He looked them over and asked for thier Invites.

The Emperor snappped his fingers, the Duke immediately procurred the invitation and handed it to the Captain. Even before the Captain received the invites, the Emperor had started moving up the platform and into the ship, before taking a drink out of a silver canteen. Leaving the Duke to do the talking.
Shazbotdom
29-11-2006, 20:54
SECRET IC:
ENCRYPTED DIPLOMATIC MESSAGE
http://usera.imagecave.com/CaptainDeath/Flags/shazbotdomflag.jpg
TO: Leadership of Raven Corps
FROM: Mr Larry Williams, Minister of Foreign Affairs

We regret to inform you that due to the cold war conflicts with the Corporate Alliance, we will be unable to send someone to your feast. We send this memo with our sincere appologies and hope to make it up to you as soon as possible.

We do however ask how much longer it will take for the ships that you promised us to arrive with the list. The Supreme Emperor is getting anxious and we don't like upsetting him. Last person who upset him wound up in the stockade for 3 days before being whipped with a thick tree branch.
Clandonia Prime
29-11-2006, 21:03
The sub that Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus had come on was found and the highwind dispatched asmall vessel to retrieve him. It was small abou the size of a family boat, and it would do to pick his up and bring him aboard the Highwind. The little boat tugged its way to the sub and made its hail

" This is the Highwind 2 we are here to pick up a Lt. Commander 'Undead' Lazurus. AS in terms with the party he has been invited to... Over"

'Roger that.' Came the reply, as the Commander climbed down the ladder to the boat from the submarine. Saluted by the Marines in full combat gear who were stood to attention on the wet deck, he saluted back.

'Well let's get this party started!' Thought Lazurus as he climbed into the small boat, it was dwarfed by the shear size of the Clandonian super submarine.
The Transylvania
29-11-2006, 21:27
The seaman clapped as the Count made his grand enterance to the docks. The Admiral stepped out of the bridge and gave a small clap. With a swift hand motion he signaled the ships guards to retrieve the invites.

The Count in the middle of repacking his parachute, smiled at the clapping from the seamen. He did come in with some style. It would have been cooler, if the people on the ground saw all the moves they were doing during their free fall.

After his parachute was packed, he placed it and the helmet near first sled. He kneed down and undid the clamps to the straps holding the crates in back. He pulled the first crate off and placed it on the ground. He opened it and took out his black leather duster then put it on.

He flipped his black cowboy hat into the air, which lands in his right hand. He placed that on his head and closed the crate. Each crate had their names on it.

The last thing was Blue Angel, his blue hilt katana, which was between the crate next to a white Cobra head hilt katana. The Count put the sword in its place on his back and walked over to the near Raven Corp guard.

“Got anybody that can help us load those? “ he asked.

Behind him, White Cobra placed his katana on his back and helped the other get the crates ready to be transported.
Blackhelm Confederacy
30-11-2006, 02:22
A seaman came to the room the Jack was currently reading in. He wondered if Jack knew that the book he was reading was nothing more then an old book from when Raven corporation was based on a nation. The book was very old.

" Mister Jack I am seaman First class of the Raven corps SF. I can gt you a more up-to-date book about our corporation if you like?" asked the seaman


"Please, just Jack, no need for the mister. Anyway, there is no need to we should be docking soon:

No sooner had he said that then the ship had pulled into port. One of the crewmen threw down the ramp from the side of the ship, and then called for Jack, who excused himself from the Raven Corps seamen, and then began to head out to the deck, and then down the ramp to the dock.
Theao
30-11-2006, 02:55
"Ma'am?" Nadia asked slightly indignent as it implied she was old.
"Please excuse my sister, she's a bit touchy at times." Michael commented as they quartet boarded the vessel.

They then got directions to their quarters, and after storing both the gifts and luggage and splitting up. Nadia headed to the room to catch a few Zzzz assisted by music while Michael decided to wonder to see who some of the other guests might be.

Sure the gifts were labled but that didn't help with putting faces to the names.
Aqua Anu
30-11-2006, 05:43
The Admiral replied

" Continue on your course, we will ready our ship for a ship to ship transport"

The Admiral turned around and barked out his orders. The tall man barked like a grenade going off. His voice alone commanded respect of his seaman. The strached old man was grumpy loking and could stare downan army by himself

" All hands to your stations, I want this vesel ready for port side transport"

After he ordered the seaman ran to their places getting everything ready for the newcomers


They docked up together and Subaru stepped off the boat. She had a jacket on, which wasn't much for the cold.

"Presenting Princess Subaru Akoowa of the Queendom of Aqua Anu."

"Thank you but that wasn't needed Jiles."

"It always is ma'am."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Subaru Akoowa."
Pan-Arab Barronia
30-11-2006, 15:30
Whilst Cadence relaxed, the Admiral went on deck to take a look around. All around were trees, snow, more trees...far from the often blistering heat of Pan-Arab Barronia - the winter uniforms only ever came out for a month or so, or when serving further north.

Cadence was listening to Sarah Brightman, which was being played through the room's in-built speakers. This ship was truly the lap of luxury.

She got up, feeling famished from the drive to the docks. She headed up to the top deck, where dinner was being prepared for the VIP's. She found herself staring at what was truly organised chaos. Waiters and sailors were rushing around attempting to make sure the table was laid in time for setting off.

As she stared at the hustle and bustle a young man appeared beside her, who could have been no more than twenty years old. She introduced herself. She was, after all, here to encourage Pan-Arab Barronia's international relations!

"Good afternoon young man! As I don't believe we've met, I'd like to introduce myself. I am Cadence Niels, Prime Minister for Pan-Arab Barronia. I'm here with Admiral Richard Bryer, who has - rather conveniently - sloped off." She laughs. "And you are...?"
"I'm Prince Michael Theao. My sister's taken off as well. It's nice to meet you miss Niels."
"Ah! I wondered who the young couple were! Well, we should certainly try to get seats near each other - get to know each other better over dinner..."
Theao
30-11-2006, 16:11
"I'm Prince Michael Theao. My sister's taken off as well. It's nice to meet you miss Niels."

He looked out at sea for a few seconds before replying, "That would be nice, thought I wouldn't want your companion to think I was stealing you. He'd get jealous."

ooc: In general, it's not always a good idea to put words into another character's mouth. Quote has been editted for character.
Raven corps
30-11-2006, 19:13
The Emperor snappped his fingers, the Duke immediately procurred the invitation and handed it to the Captain. Even before the Captain received the invites, the Emperor had started moving up the platform and into the ship, before taking a drink out of a silver canteen. Leaving the Duke to do the talking.


The guard looked over the invite and gave it back to the Duke. It was not yet time to keep them as the would once again be lookled at on the Island.

" I hope you and you Royal partner will enjoy your time aboard our vessel" said the Seaman as he turned to walk with the duke to the platform. Anyone below could not see the chaos of the dinner being made, but they cold sure hear it. The sound of plates and cklinging knives was loud enouh to be heard aywhere really.

" We had beter hurry dinner is about to be serverd" said the seamna as he help the Emperor and the Duke onboard.
Raven corps
01-12-2006, 00:17
'Roger that.' Came the reply, as the Commander climbed down the ladder to the boat from the submarine. Saluted by the Marines in full combat gear who were stood to attention on the wet deck, he saluted back.

'Well let's get this party started!' Thought Lazurus as he climbed into the small boat, it was dwarfed by the shear size of the Clandonian super submarine.

The boats staff finished retreiving the commander and began back to the ships. The journey would be hshort and dinner would be waiting for them as they retuned.

" I hope that our having o get you in this rather small vessel is not to demeaning?" asked one of the Seman as they approched the Highwind
Clandonia Prime
01-12-2006, 00:20
The boats staff finished retreiving the commander and began back to the ships. The journey would be hshort and dinner would be waiting for them as they retuned.

" I hope that our having o get you in this rather small vessel is not to demeaning?" asked one of the Seman as they approched the Highwind

''It certinally is a bit of a change from being on one of the Super Danskerans. They are truely massive, one of the largest submarines in the world not been tested yet in true combat yet... It will be interesting to see its full potential one day, I look forward to this dinner, a week of tinned food on the Super-Danskeran even with the high Clandonian Navy food standards will be a nice change!''
Raven corps
01-12-2006, 00:22
"Please, just Jack, no need for the mister. Anyway, there is no need to we should be docking soon:

No sooner had he said that then the ship had pulled into port. One of the crewmen threw down the ramp from the side of the ship, and then called for Jack, who excused himself from the Raven Corps seamen, and then began to head out to the deck, and then down the ramp to the dock.

The Admiral met him as he came out and walked on to the iced dock. The cool wind was picking up as the clouds over head began to strengthen. And every now and then a snow flake would fall.

" Hello Jack This way, We have dinner waiting for everyone. And if you be as so kind as to make your way there soon. I would hate to tell Coleron that someone didn't make it to dinner." said the Admiral as he shook jacks hand.
Raven corps
01-12-2006, 00:30
They docked up together and Subaru stepped off the boat. She had a jacket on, which wasn't much for the cold.

"Presenting Princess Subaru Akoowa of the Queendom of Aqua Anu."

"Thank you but that wasn't needed Jiles."

"It always is ma'am."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Subaru Akoowa."

The seaman welcomed her, as the Admiral was attending to other dueties at that time. The deck was still in chaos as the dinner was neared in its completion. The tables where set and the ships would soon begin thier voyage.

" Hello ma'am, I am seaman first class, Personel attendant to Admiral Nicholas, He wishes to express his deepest apologies for welcoming you personelly" said the seaman as he took her hand to help her onboard.



''It certinally is a bit of a change from being on one of the Super Danskerans. They are truely massive, one of the largest submarines in the world not been tested yet in true combat yet... It will be interesting to see its full potential one day, I look forward to this dinner, a week of tinned food on the Super-Danskeran even with the high Clandonian Navy food standards will be a nice change!''


The seaman laughed with the comment of the Commander. He has heard many claims about the world biggest and most powerful. He always got a chuckle out of them. He didn't know much about subs, he was a sailboat tech, and he could not begin to rebut. So he only listened as the Commander spoke. But as they came up to the Highwind, the smell of the first class food hit all thier noses. Making the jaws of the Seaman lock up with the mouths excitment.

" Ok sir here we go," said the seaman as a landing platform came to the small craft.

As it came in the seaman made it a point to let the Commander up first.
The Transylvania
01-12-2006, 00:54
The Count in the middle of repacking his parachute, smiled at the clapping from the seamen. He did come in with some style. It would have been cooler, if the people on the ground saw all the moves they were doing during their free fall.

After his parachute was packed, he placed it and the helmet near first sled. He kneed down and undid the clamps to the straps holding the crates in back. He pulled the first crate off and placed it on the ground. He opened it and took out his black leather duster then put it on.

He flipped his black cowboy hat into the air, which lands in his right hand. He placed that on his head and closed the crate. Each crate had their names on it.

The last thing was Blue Angel, his blue hilt katana, which was between the crate next to a white Cobra head hilt katana. The Count put the sword in its place on his back and walked over to the near Raven Corp guard.

“Got anybody that can help us load those?“ he asked.

Behind him, White Cobra placed his katana on his back and helped the other get the crates ready to be transported.

The Count look back at the Raven Corp. guard, straight into his eyes. “Did you hear me?,” he said in almost a dark and lifeless tone, “Got anybody that can help us load those crates? They have our clothes in them.”
Raven corps
01-12-2006, 00:59
The Raven corps seaman quickly ran to the Counts crates. Not out of fear from him, but from what Colderon have have done to them if the count tells Colderon.

The Seaman where fast with the job. Picking then up and taking them to the Counts room.

One of the ships commanding officers walked out to apologize to the Count for how long it took for his servioce to come.

" Hello, my name is First Fleetman Marko, I would like to personelly like to apologize for my mens sloppy, and punishable actions. I assure you they will never be seen here again."
The Transylvania
01-12-2006, 01:54
The Count just smiled at what this Marko, he picked up his parachute and helmet. “I think they are a little deaf. Or maybe our entrance had them in shock,” he said, “Well no harm done, no harm done.”

“Later, Mr. Marko.” said the Count with a smile and heads onto the boat. Behind him came General Rudolph Falke, who smiled as he passed by Marko, followed by Dawson, who had a lifeless look on his face.

White Cobra came after them and with his mask on his face, nobody could see what his face looked like. Fang followed behind him and looked at Marko in the eyes with his own red eyes, blood red eyes.

The last to pass Marko was the seven foot tall walking fur ball, but don’t call him that or he would eat you. Each one with thier parachutes and helmets.

They all followed behind the seamen to their rooms for the trip to the island. A few of them would get dressed to met with Colderon, like Dawson and Falke.

In Dawson's room, he gets out his Dominion Dress Uniform of the Armed Forces (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DDU.jpg) and start putting it on. The uniform had his rank, his medals and a path of the 1st Blood Wolves (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/1st.jpg) in the upper right arm of his coat.

Falke on the other hand was a member of the Black Wolves, so he got into the Black Wolves Dress Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWDU.jpg). It didn’t have ranks, or names, but it did have the Black Wolves symbol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWSymbol.jpg) on the upper right arm of the coat.

Fang just put on a black cloak and didn’t do anything else. White Cobra didn’t care and stayed in his winter camo type set of clothes. Trevor just put on a brown fur jacket and looked the mirror in his room. “What the **** am I wearing this for?” he asked himself out loud. He pt that back up and took out his brown leather duster out and pull it on. “That‘s better.”
Blackhelm Confederacy
01-12-2006, 02:29
"Ya got a quicker way to get up to the house, or is it a walk?" Jack asked the Raven Corps Admiral
The Kraven Corporation
01-12-2006, 19:19
Helghan’s personal craft pulled up against the Docks, it was a largish gunboat, and as usual sported many weapons, like a floating porcupine it leered menacingly towards the dock as the Capitol Police Trooper manoeuvred it into position, the hull was a drab military grey and a large banner flew from the mast above the bridge, it was a fist with small skulls around the base of it, backed by two Hammers, the Flag of Helghan’s elite 141st Sturmpanzer Battalion…

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v399/HorusGodEmperor/Sturmpanzer141.png

Within a few minutes the Craft touched the dock, and two crewmen jumped down onto the floor below and moored the vessel to the vast steel bracers that lined the dock… a gang plank was lowered and then within a few minutes, the steady rhythmic thump of Capitol Police marching permeated the dock area…

One after another, in perfect time, each swing was matched and each foot fall was in exactly the same style as the previous Troopers…

Helghan followed behind, his footsteps were slow and careful, his cybernetic legs were powering him along, the steady whirr of servo motors produced a noise that was distinct over everything else and his breathing was steady and sounded almost laboured…

The Capitol Police stationed themselves along the dock sides, weapons held ready as Helghan stood at the other end awaiting a Raven Corps ambassador or some other dignitary that was tasked with meeting him…
New Nicksyllvania
01-12-2006, 21:00
The guard looked over the invite and gave it back to the Duke. It was not yet time to keep them as the would once again be lookled at on the Island.

" I hope you and you Royal partner will enjoy your time aboard our vessel" said the Seaman as he turned to walk with the duke to the platform. Anyone below could not see the chaos of the dinner being made, but they cold sure hear it. The sound of plates and cklinging knives was loud enouh to be heard aywhere really.

" We had beter hurry dinner is about to be serverd" said the seamna as he help the Emperor and the Duke onboard.

"Of course, Of course" replied the Emperor, "Airplane food, no matter how well made tastes wretched, as a result, I'm a bit famished"
Clandonia Prime
01-12-2006, 21:17
The seaman laughed with the comment of the Commander. He has heard many claims about the world biggest and most powerful. He always got a chuckle out of them. He didn't know much about subs, he was a sailboat tech, and he could not begin to rebut. So he only listened as the Commander spoke. But as they came up to the Highwind, the smell of the first class food hit all thier noses. Making the jaws of the Seaman lock up with the mouths excitment.

" Ok sir here we go," said the seaman as a landing platform came to the small craft.

As it came in the seaman made it a point to let the Commander up first.

'Thankyou.' Said the commander as he walked onto the island from the land platform already the smell of food was in the air. Thinking to himself he wondered what was on the menu at the feast.

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Back on the deck of Clandonian submarine the Marines wre looking at the Kraven gunboat. Waving and smiling at the Kraven sailors wondering what they would do and if the spoke English or not, they adjusted the straps of their battle gear and continued on their patrol of the massive submarines deck.
Raven corps
01-12-2006, 23:12
"Ya got a quicker way to get up to the house, or is it a walk?" Jack asked the Raven Corps Admiral


The Admiral looked at jack and smiled and only replied with a smiple sentence

" 2 people know where this Island is me, and Colderon. And yes this is the only way. Colderon diesn't want any poplutats anywhere near the island."

As the Admiral finished he looked out side as he heard the sound of the over paraded CP of Kraven. The CP extremely, well trained soldiers reminded him of the Raven Corps SF. Even thier armor, although different, had many similaities.

The Admiral Excused himself from the Bridge so he could welcome Helghan to the party. AS he walked out he could see hi as he looked around the area. The Admiral Couldn't resist...

" Nothing like what your used to I am sure. Of course this is nothing compared to what is to come. You must be Helghan, From the Kraven Corporation. I am Admiral Nicholas Trevilo, Sailmaster of Colderon Private sailboat fleet. Welcome to Artica Island, Please come aboard, we have dinner ready, and It is the wishes to have everyone present before we begin. Do you have your Invite?"


AS he finished speaking with Helghan, he saw the Clandonia Prime Commander walk on to the docks.

" If you would please excuse me." said the Admiral as he walked off to see the Commander and get his invite. For once this was done they would start with dinner and the voyage.

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Pan-Arab Barronia
04-12-2006, 13:26
He looked out at sea for a few seconds before replying, "That would be nice, though I wouldn't want your companion to think I was stealing you. He'd get jealous."

Cadence smiled. "You're sweet, but if he was that jealous, he wouldn't be in the navy! Besides, we're here to develop our...ahem...international relationships, or at least, officially, we are." She lowers her voice to a whisper: "We're just here for a holiday to be honest. It's getting a little stressful back home."

OOC: Theao - noted with apologies and thanks.
Theao
04-12-2006, 13:37
"Ah. I have to plead ignorance on the attitudes of members of a combat navy. We don't have a navy back home." He commented as while a capable sailor, it was through the cooperation of a fellow nation rather than because they had a coastline of thier own.

"If you are interested in talking politics, I must remove myself from your crosshairs and redirect them to my sister. I'm not the heir, and for that I am quite grateful. If you don't mind me asking, what is the situation that is causing you stress?" Michael asked looking at Cadence. He didn't like politics but that didn't mean he was in anyway ignorant of them.
Pan-Arab Barronia
04-12-2006, 13:58
"Ah. I have to plead ignorance on the attitudes of members of a combat navy. We don't have a navy back home." He commented as while a capable sailor, it was through the cooperation of a fellow nation rather than because they had a coastline of thier own.

"If you are interested in talking politics, I must remove myself from your crosshairs and redirect them to my sister. I'm not the heir, and for that I am quite grateful. If you don't mind me asking, what is the situation that is causing you stress?" Michael asked looking at Cadence. He didn't like politics but that didn't mean he was in anyway ignorant of them.

She waved it off. "No matter. People often have opinions of Richard, but, once you get to know him... As for the stress...well, where do I begin! There's Bosnia, Al Khamali...such is war. Richard's been away for months now - this is the first time we've seen each other in weeks! Plus, with his line of work, I can hardly ask what he's been up to lately, can I? Plus the President is lost in Al Khamali somewhere - the A380 he was travelling in was shot down by militants...not nice. He's out there somewhere. I can't tell you much more than that for obvious reasons, but it's something Richards been assigned to." She sighs. "Running a country isn't easy you know. Give your sister all the support you can - she'll need it!"
Theao
05-12-2006, 00:10
"It sounds like you have had a stressful experiance recently." Michael commented, "I can see why you decided you needed a stint of R&R."

Looking out over the side of the ship, he added, "Please don't consider me sarcastic but that's a given. Unlike a large number of royal families, ours has never had any serious disputes or even minor disputes."
Raven corps
09-12-2006, 05:52
The Admiral was not a man who liked to listen in on conversations, but thgis one was over heard. The Admiral walked up and pretended to be handling the dinner arrangaments.

--- (" It seems tha the VIPs from Pan-Arab Barronia, are currently engaged in a conflict.... Colderon will want to know of this development")

The Admiral listened only for a few seconds and moved on back to the bridge, As hewalked in he called Colderon...

As Colderon replied he gave a quite yet stern...

" This had beter be important..."

The Admiral Simply replied..

" Sir, it seems the VIPs from Pan-Arab Barronia may be involoved within a conflict. I thought this may be of use to you."

" This may prove helpful, thank you Nick." said Colderon as he hung up the phone

The Admiral walked over to the P.A. intercom and annouced that the dinner was ready on the top deck....
Theao
10-12-2006, 05:51
"Nadia." Maria said as she tapped the princess on the shoulder, "It's time for dinner.
Blinking a bit as she opened her eyes, Nadia flipped the off button to the presently playing song. "Alright, any indications of formal or informal?"
"Unfortunately, no."
"Then informal it is." Was the reply from the formal disliking princess.


As Nadia and her bodyguard got ready down below, Michael looked over at his companion.
"It seems that they've decided to feed us. Shall we go see what's on the menu?" He asked as he offered his arm to Cadence.
Clandonia Prime
12-12-2006, 20:23
'So who might you be,' said the Clandonian Commander as Helghan appeared.

Quite a sight to Lazrus what had happened to that poor man? Other guests that the Commander knew such as the Transylvanians and that guy called Jack from the Griffencrest Corporation
The Kraven Corporation
12-12-2006, 20:28
'So who might you be,' said the Clandonian Commander as Helghan appeared.

Quite a sight to Lazrus what had happened to that poor man? Other guests that the Commander knew such as the Transylvanians and that guy called Jack from the Griffencrest Corporation

Helghan turned towards the Commander, his cybernetic eyes focused upon his face while the rythmic breating of Helghans artificial lungs permeated the air...

His voice sounded like those of the Capitol Police only with sutble tones that could be assumed to have once been those of a human...

"I am Reichmarshal Helghan, Master Reichmarshal of the Kraven Secret Police..."

Helghan didn't respond to the Raven Corps admiral, but simply boarded the vessel followed by his Capitol Police escort, from there he took up a position near the window, where he stood and gazed out to the sea, his Capitol Police guard stood in various places around the room, constantly on guard and watching for any assassination attempts...
Clandonia Prime
12-12-2006, 20:33
I'm Commander Lazurus of the Clandonian Lazurus Fleet. Our military had admired the Kraven forces for their effiency and we have based several of our stratergies from tactics deployed by your armed forces in the past.

I also belive you are currently at war, I belive one of the companies in my nation may be supplying the slave army of the Leafanistan Mafia.
Theao
13-12-2006, 00:57
"So we have Kravenites on board. This will be annoying." Maria muttered to herself as she spotted the Kraven representative.

"Wonder how beef those troopers are. Would be interesting if they were, but for now it's time to eat." Nadia thought as she spotted the Capitol Police, giving them a brief once over before continuing to the dining room.
Maldorians
13-12-2006, 01:41
The Mandalore strode into the Meeting chamber along with his military advisors for another budget plan. They talked about the CA, the wars, and any other international events.
Suddenly, the doors burst open as a young messenger boy by the name of Fred rushed into the room along with a small letter.

"Sirs! It is a message from The Kraven Corporation."

The Mandalore snatched the letter, ripped the edge open with a letter opener, and scanned through the message. He nodded and reread it.

"Gentlemen, this will have to wait. It seems that I'm going somewhere."

He then picked up his briefcase and strolled out of the room...
The Transylvania
14-12-2006, 20:45
The arrive of the Dominionites to the dinner on the massive sail boat wouldn’t be as flashily as they arrived at the dock, but it will be a show to the ones that know of Domininites or don’t know of them. Everybody should know who the Count is and what he looks like. The only other Dominionite that the other could maybe know was the poster boy of the Dominion Armed Forces, General Ronald Dawson.

As he walked into the room, the Count looked around at everybody and anybody at it. He did smell the blood of a killer in the air. ”Kravenites…” he said under his breath.

The others, General Rudolph Falke, Dawson, Fang, White Cobra and Trevor, looked around before moving away from their lord. The seven foot tall Trevor stood by his lord, his master.

OOC: Guys, fill free to talk to anyone of them. Pick somebody and I get them to talk for you.
Raven corps
05-06-2007, 19:53
The Admiral walked into the room where everyone was sitting and waiating dinner. He saw all that were attending and started his rounds of metting the guests. The first was The Count.

" I wish to inform you that Colderon was pleased to your comming and sent for a new bottle of Kornosian blood wine to be sent for you. shall I have a glass brought to you?" he asked while sitting down at the head of the table which was close to the Counts seat..

The Servants where busy like always, making sure everyone was attended.
Raven corps
30-01-2008, 20:22
As dinner went on the captain awaited for everyone to arrive at the table as long as he could, without letting the food become cold or untasteful. As everyone made their way to the table the captian go up and made a toast.

" On behalf on the Raven corporation, and my employer- Colderon Jason Zion I would like to officially welcome you as guests. I hope this feast with my employer can bring about a new era for our people and companies, that will last lifetimes."

After giving his short yet sweet toast speech he raised his fine rystal glass full of the finest wine ino the air and took a sip.