NationStates Jolt Archive

The Palace had been cleaned to bottom. Only the finest wines from around the globe were imported. The tables were set, and the chefs were ready for about any order on the planet. The plates ans utensils were made of silver and gold. World class muscicians were flown in. The waiters were trained to perfection. Exactly 5,552 guards were outside, with a further 400 lightly armed guards inside. And to top it all off, a giant 100 foot christmas tree stood in the heart of the ballroom.

For you see, the time had come for proud Emperor Adrian I's gala, in celebration of the birth of his son. The following invitations were sent to just about every leader on the globe; and it read:

Leaders of the world,
I would be honored for you to attend my gala in celebration of the birth of my son, Emperorite Adrian II, on the evening of the 29th of November.
Dinner will be served.

Hoping to see you there, and happy holidays,

--The Imperial Family of Nova Aquaria

All VIPs were to arrive at NYC Imperial Airport, and to take a limosine to the celebration. Planes on their way would be allowed to have an escort of three fighters untill they reached Aquarian waters, and then the Nova Aquarians took over. A limit of 30 additional guards was requested, and all guests (sadly) had to submit to a security check upon entrance.


Prohibited list: Ambassadors from Emperor Nero
(OOC: When you begin RPing, please start by arriving at either the party or the airport. This may continue into tommorow. Also, Duackquackmuse, if it's of use to you the palace has a secret underground monorail system, lightly guarded, that is accesible from a sewer.)

Bump!

Cameron the leader of Camgo would be glad to join.

"This is Imperial I carrying the Emperor of Maraque Jovan Norris. Requesting permission to land. Over.

"This is Imperial I carrying the Emperor of Maraque Jovan Norris. Requesting permission to land. Over.


This is control tower at the IANYC- Permission granted. Over.

OOC: I'm so corny.

The Royal airliner was in approach to Nova Aquaria, flanked by two fighters. As the airliner crossed the border, the two RAF jets retreated, and the jet signalled to the ground below.

This is Royal Air Force One, requesting permission to land, over.

The Royal airliner was in approach to Nova Aquaria, flanked by two fighters. As the airliner crossed the border, the two RAF jets retreated, and the jet signalled to the ground below.

This is Royal Air Force One, requesting permission to land, over.


This is control tower at IANYC, permission granted, over.

The Imperial I Airbus A380 was approaching the designated runway, and begun its descent to Nova Aquaria.

"Emperor we'll be landing momentarily." His assistant Tatenda said.

"Thank you Tatenda. I haven't been out of the country in a long time. I almost forgot how to present myself to an international crowd." The Emperor said with a laugh.

"You'll be great, I am sure my lord."

"We'll see, Tatenda. We'll see."

The plane had successfully landed, and the Emperor departed, walking through the airport with Tatenda and two guards to a waiting limousine which would take them to the celebration.

This Carrier 1 permission to land.

(OOC: I’ll skip the whole “Permission to land? Over.” “Permission Granted. Over.” “The royal family landed and got into the limousines…” exchange and just arrive at the ball since it was stated in the first post that I could do so.)

The King along with the Queen and their two sons approached the security check of the ball. While the King was annoyed that he had to be checked, he understood that in these turbulent times nations who might even be slightly ticked off at any one of the members in attendance would send assassins. He therefore submitted to the humiliation.

The King, as usual, was dressed flamboyantly and superfluously. He wore and enormous golden crown that was slightly too large for his head and walked with a jeweled cane that seemed to protrude out of the appendage of gold and gems that were his arms. Additionally, he had donned a fur coat so large that it was made from the furs every animal killed by royal hunters between the years of 1979 and 1992. All together, the ornamental ensemble made him appear about four times his normal size.

The Queen wore her normal blue dress and bonnet, which was all covered in sapphires. The two sons were fitted in full military regalia, complete with officer’s coats, silver epaulets, plumed shakos, and perfectly weighted sabers.

The King came with a mission: to improve relations with the Nova Aquaria/Scandinvans/Granate crowd, who were rumored to be involved in prestigious dynastic expansion through marriages. It was important to the King to be on their good side and maybe score some dynastic expansion for the Salisburys.

OOC: I am not Raven corps, I am just a good friend that has two sides to my assasins society. The black agents and the Rogue- who work for Colderon. We have an understanding that its ok for me to RP his company alittle if it fits with his plans."



Agies heard the announcement of the Ball to be held by Nova Aquaria. And since the Imperial family did come to Colderons Ball it was only proper that Colderon send one of his own. Aegis was his right hand man, no other man held as much power as he did compared to Colderon himself. He was to act as the Corporate Represenative to the Nova Aquarian people and government. He long past blanketed with wrong doings, and war. He was a sight to behold. His body sustianed by a suit of black armor. Reminants of his Black Agents history, and his curse for leading the Civil war of assassins that almost completely wiped out the Black agents Society. The injuries his took in his quest bound him to the armor he so tried to destroy.

Colderon was unable to attend in person due to other obligation, so he sent Aegis.

" Aegis I have received the invitation to the Nova Aquaria ball. As you know I will be unable to attend the ball. I will be sending you." said Colderon as he looked over reports form the Garrisons.

" Sir I hope you understand that I will not be looked upon as a humble guest and I will be watched continusly. " said aegis as he stood still and motionless infront of Colderons Desk

" I am not sending you as an assassin, you are going as a rep. No fighting will be required here." replied Colderon as he looked back up at Aegis

" If you wih it." said Aegis as he turned around and walked outside, followed by two other Rogue agents. His long black cape flowing behind him. Aegis did not bending to the will of anyone, but had no choice when it came to colderon, for it was Colderon who keeps him alive.

Aegis walked over to the front desk and retrieved the invitation for the ball. If he was going to pass as a fancy Executive he had some work to do. He walked out and got into an orca which was waiting for him on the back side of the Building. AS he got in he commanded the SF pilot to fly to his house of Rogues,the Rogue agent h.q. AS the orca arrived he walked off the platform and was welcomed by his legion of Rogue assassins. They knelt down to him and bowed thier heads as he passed. Aegis was not one to trifle with. Even for an experienced assassin, they would be no match for Aegis, a former Family assassin of the Black agents. Aegis entered his quaters and began to polish his armor to make it appear as a more ceremonial type. Lucky for him he had attachments that made this easy.


AS he finished he walked back out and put on his helm, an ornate helm that covered his entire head leaing only his eye open to normal sight. His face has been disfigured in the fight with the newest Black agents leader.

He walked back to the Orca and ordered it to fly to the Nova Aquaria airport called IANYC. It seemed to be he place most of the VIPs had gone.


AS the Orca arrived it landed and waited for a transport to arrive. After a small wait one came and Aegis walked out of the Orca. His large size, and armor made him a very impossing person. He stood about 7 foot tall, and had the build of a heavywieght boxer. His breathing assisted by the armor, gave him a sound that would rival Darth Vader in creepyness. AS he approched the transport, he waited for his dorr to be opened. But the door was not opened upon his arrival to it. He only looked over at the attendant and the attendant make quick work of the door.


AS Aegis got in he made no sound and kept the only visable eye closed. the Driver didn't look long and started quickly for the palace. Aegis was not eager to mengle with the People of this ball. He was not the most formal of people, but he had his orders.

AS they arrived to the Palace Aegis walked up to the check point and stood ready to be searched.....

"Ok I can see him now, you guys wait where we agreed. Tell Gary we are going in." Luke closed the phone then, rolling over, he opened up the back of it and ripped out Gary's crude tracking devices. He's not keeping tabs on me tonight. Luke was also away that once in range of the palace's intelligence systems that tracker would easily be intercepted and they would be found. Indeed they probably had ways of finding out where each dipolmat/foreign royal was just by their mobile phones. Luke chucked it into a hedge.

Charles was standing by the dustbins, appropriatly dressed in the palace security guard's uniform. However this was a costume that, once closely looked at, wouldn't pass for any security guards uniform. He was well aware that here, the uniform was to specific to copy. The uniform wouldn't get them far, but it stopped him from being questioned. That's when he saw Luke, who was clamly walking across the backlawn towards him. When he got to him Charles handed over another uniform and told him to change.

"Good to see you mate. Where do we go in" There were so many other questions Luke wanted to ask but he knew this wasn't the time. Charles pointed to a small window 100 yards away, and they began to walk towards it.

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Kate Sharle got out of her Duckquackmuse special limozene. She had come unarmed as requested by the President, but she was not happy about this.
The palace was magnificant and was decorated beautifully for the occasion. Impressiveshe thought. As she made her way up the steps she only hoped everything went without a hitch. There had been some unrest in duckquackmuse recently, some unamed terroists wanted some unknowm demands to be met. Claiming that no-one listened to them. This had been the governments main worry recently and she the foriegn minister felt that foreign relationships were being ignored
hopefully we can come out of this with some new friends...

The Emperor glanced at his watch. 6:12, it read. The VIPs were just arriving at the palace. The King of Cotenshire and his family had just arrived.

"Welcome, my friend," he said as he passed through the gates to the ballroom. And through a window, he could just make out several others vaguely.




OOC: All your planes have permission to land.

bump

As Katie Sharle continued up the steps she got a call. She had to take it. She stood at the bottom of the steps talking into her phone for half an hour whilst other VIPs ascended towards the palace. Eventually she got away from the phone and went up to be greeted by the emporer

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said and stuck out her hand.

As Katie Sharle continued up the steps she got a call. She had to take it. She stood at the bottom of the steps talking into her phone for half an hour whilst other VIPs ascended towards the palace. Eventually she got away from the phone and went up to be greeted by the emporer

"It's a pleasure to meet you," she said and stuck out her hand.

The Emperor, being the charmer he is, kissed her hand and said, "I'm honored. Welcome to my ball."

The Emperor, being the charmer he is, kissed her hand and said, "I'm honored. Welcome to my ball."

Katie smiled. If it was not for the charm she would have highly dissapproved of the sentiment. She wondered into the first extravegantly decorated room, leaving her bumbling assitant to "deal" with the coats.

The food was marvellous, beautifully laid out canapes. Katie did not normally approve of such effort being put towards something that was going to be destroyed, but nontheless enjoyed tucking into the many varieties available. She could only wonder what it would be like back in Duckquackmuse without her, she saw herself as the only unbureaucratic level-headed person in the government and she was probable right.

Katie smiled. If it was not for the charm she would have highly dissapproved of the sentiment. She wondered into the first extravegantly decorated room, leaving her bumbling assitant to "deal" with the coats.

The food was marvellous, beautifully laid out canapes. Katie did not normally approve of such effort being put towards something that was going to be destroyed, but nontheless enjoyed tucking into the many varieties available. She could only wonder what it would be like back in Duckquackmuse without her, she saw herself as the only unbureaucratic level-headed person in the government and she was probable right.

OOC: Remember, you promised none of my royals would be killed/raped etc. Also, I'd prefer the palace not destroyed, damaged is okay though. Wait, is this being plotted by your gov't?

The limo carried Supreme Prophet Sedo Eternus and two of the Templar; the elite units of the Dracun Armed Forces. It was with great desire that he had wanted to come to this ball though the escalating conflict in Dyelli Beybi had threatened to hold within the walls of his palace. He had managed to convince his security forces as well as the Council of Prophets to temporarily take control of the conflict in Dyelli Beybi if something happened in the time Sedo was away. He had promised that relations with other leaders would increase in a positive way and that he would attempt to pursue an agreement with Nova Aquarius.

But, the real reason was that before his seventeenth birthday he wanted to get out and meet other leaders before he was stuck in his country for the week long celebration and the months before planning every detail. It was also not common knowledge that he was only sixteen and would probably be regarded as a child which would be frustrating but, he was certain he would prove all otherwise considering his extensive training and education that had started at birth along with the other "candidates." Not to mention he doubted anyone would say anything with two bulky and fearsome guards over him. Guns or no guns Sedo had to admit they scared the crap out of him he could only imagine others.

The Limo pulled up to the steps of the palace and the Templar opened the door and stepped out and gave an all clear sign for Sedo to step out and it took his breath away. It was beautiful to him much more than any other leader because he had not known any other city other than Drakata. The white city (Drakata) was impressive when he was little but, it eventually lost its amazement after being in there all of his life. This was new and exciting to Sedo and he had to be budged to continue on by his guards, "Sir, we should keep moving."

Sedo stuttered initially, "Yes...yes sorry, come along."

Pulling his hood up he wrapped the pure white robe around him and marched up the steps. The amount of white Sedo wore was unbelievable as it was the official color of his the Prophets and the Supreme Prophet had to wear it at all times as well as the scared mask which was a polished silver. One day I want to see everything with my own eyes and not through this metal, he thought to himself.

"Sir, you're going to have to remove the mask," Called one of the armed men at check point.

Sedo looked at him oddly, "My mask?"

The man replied evenly as if he was warned not offend anyone, "Yes, sir... everyone must be checked and we don't what is in that mask."

The Supreme Prophet didn't know what to say, he realized he was still naive about security threats other nations faced in such situations, one of his templar answered for him though thankfully, "This is Supreme Prophet Sedo Eternus of the Dracun Imperium; it is in our religion that he cannot take off the mask until it is removed from him after he passes on. If you insist on making the Supreme Prophet remove his mask we ask to speak to your either your commanding officer or preferably your majesty as it is a very sacred custom to our people."

The man turned obviously to do one of the two...

[OOC: Figured this would be a logical problem :P ]

OOC: I am not Raven corps, I am just a good friend that has two sides to my assasins society. The black agents and the Rogue- who work for Colderon. We have an understanding that its ok for me to RP his company alittle if it fits with his plans."



Agies heard the announcement of the Ball to be held by Nova Aquaria. And since the Imperial family did come to Colderons Ball it was only proper that Colderon send one of his own. Aegis was his right hand man, no other man held as much power as he did compared to Colderon himself. He was to act as the Corporate Represenative to the Nova Aquarian people and government. He long past blanketed with wrong doings, and war. He was a sight to behold. His body sustianed by a suit of black armor. Reminants of his Black Agents history, and his curse for leading the Civil war of assassins that almost completely wiped out the Black agents Society. The injuries his took in his quest bound him to the armor he so tried to destroy.

Colderon was unable to attend in person due to other obligation, so he sent Aegis.

" Aegis I have received the invitation to the Nova Aquaria ball. As you know I will be unable to attend the ball. I will be sending you." said Colderon as he looked over reports form the Garrisons.

" Sir I hope you understand that I will not be looked upon as a humble guest and I will be watched continusly. " said aegis as he stood still and motionless infront of Colderons Desk

" I am not sending you as an assassin, you are going as a rep. No fighting will be required here." replied Colderon as he looked back up at Aegis

" If you wih it." said Aegis as he turned around and walked outside, followed by two other Rogue agents. His long black cape flowing behind him. Aegis did not bending to the will of anyone, but had no choice when it came to colderon, for it was Colderon who keeps him alive.

Aegis walked over to the front desk and retrieved the invitation for the ball. If he was going to pass as a fancy Executive he had some work to do. He walked out and got into an orca which was waiting for him on the back side of the Building. AS he got in he commanded the SF pilot to fly to his house of Rogues,the Rogue agent h.q. AS the orca arrived he walked off the platform and was welcomed by his legion of Rogue assassins. They knelt down to him and bowed thier heads as he passed. Aegis was not one to trifle with. Even for an experienced assassin, they would be no match for Aegis, a former Family assassin of the Black agents. Aegis entered his quaters and began to polish his armor to make it appear as a more ceremonial type. Lucky for him he had attachments that made this easy.


AS he finished he walked back out and put on his helm, an ornate helm that covered his entire head leaing only his eye open to normal sight. His face has been disfigured in the fight with the newest Black agents leader.

He walked back to the Orca and ordered it to fly to the Nova Aquaria airport called IANYC. It seemed to be he place most of the VIPs had gone.


AS the Orca arrived it landed and waited for a transport to arrive. After a small wait one came and Aegis walked out of the Orca. His large size, and armor made him a very impossing person. He stood about 7 foot tall, and had the build of a heavywieght boxer. His breathing assisted by the armor, gave him a sound that would rival Darth Vader in creepyness. AS he approched the transport, he waited for his dorr to be opened. But the door was not opened upon his arrival to it. He only looked over at the attendant and the attendant make quick work of the door.


AS Aegis got in he made no sound and kept the only visable eye closed. the Driver didn't look long and started quickly for the palace. Aegis was not eager to mengle with the People of this ball. He was not the most formal of people, but he had his orders.

AS they arrived to the Palace Aegis walked up to the check point and stood ready to be searched.....

...nova...

Charles deftly lifted himself though the window and into the storeroom. Luke swiftly followed. They stood still for a momoent to make sure they had not been heard. Luke then flash an infared light across the lawn to where Gary and the others were to let them know they were into the palace safely.

"Ok, there are many rooms to the palace we simply have to move round them until we find the one where our precious foreign minister is." Charles hissed. "And the more other foreign delegates in their the better, lets make this dimplomatic hell for our government."

OOC: Would anyone like to volunteer any members of their nation (delegates or assitants) to be in the room they take? They will not be harmed, just for the RP's sake?

OOC: you can try to take Aegis

OOC: you can try to take Aegis

OOC: Thankyou he shall come to no harm...can't do it now though but tommorrow my terroists shall take one room. Does anyone else mind being in the room they take?

"Officer Klain, what do we do, Sir?"

"Hmmm... we wouldn't want to offend anyone. Have him pass through an X-ray. Then bring in a bomb dog, if he doesn't smeel anything let him in."


OOC: Pic of palace, taken several days ago, guards hidden for pic, since then it has snowed:

http://www.romanticasheville.com/Biltmore/biltchristmasbig2.jpg

OOC: Thankyou he shall come to no harm...can't do it now though but tommorrow my terroists shall take one room. Does anyone else mind being in the room they take?

I'll let you take several of my state governors:

I'll even let you assasinate one, maybe one that makes a break for it..
Joseph Lenine, Governor of Maine
Ally Dove, Governor of North Carolina
Harold Smith, Governor of Texas
(I'd prefer you to take a small room full of art, you could say the hostages were browsing around or something to that effect)

"We sould have taken a plane..."The Leader of Usea Spoke. "I'm Sure we'll not be late.We wanted you to be safe since the attacks on the capitol.", His Advisor said.There ship just happend to be a SUS Destroyer. After a bit,They got to a port closest to the ball."I knew we'd be late,We sould have taken a plane." They finally arived, a bit late, As the Usean Leader entered the buildings check point.

Salutations.

While not normally interested in balls, Nick F., the current CEO of Aerospace Logistics, expressed desire to visit the Royal Ball held by Nova Aquaria.

He will arrive at the airport in his personal fighter, with two personal attendants/guards following in disarmed planes.

Please respond if you agree.

Respectfully,
Jonh Stanley,
Attendant.


[OOC: Duckquackmuse, our people are too combat-obsessed, so capturing him won't work, but he will conveniently turn out not to interfere. ]

Your leader's proposed method is fine by all means.

--Emperor Adrian I of Nova Aquaria

OOC: Is the Empressa at the Ball? If she is, does that mean my Spec. Ops are there as well? Just wonderin.

No. She's out in the city tonight. Some of your useful men are her new bodyguards. She's pondering her new husband. She's at a vacation house for a few days.

“Good day,” said the King to the Emperor, nodding his head slightly.

The Queen, noting that the King had completely forgotten that the reason this ball was held was for the birth of an heir, quickly added, “It is so great to hear that you have a new son. I am sure you are very proud and excited.”

The King, who had seen many disappointing monarchal residences throughout his life, was pleased to see one that was more to his tastes. It was a great feat that the Nova Aquarians had accomplished in building something that the King liked. The King whispered in Prince Peter’s ear: “Once we get back home, make sure to get the Royal Architects to research this place and the style of the era that it comes from. I want a building similar to it but four times this size, and I don’t care if I drain the royal treasury and the coffers of every lord in Cotenshire.” Peter nodded in agreement.

Prince Leopold, who was annoyed at the King's obvious favoritism towards Peter, then walked up to his father. “Well,” he started, “are we just going to stand here this whole time?”

“Once the Emperor is done greeting all his guests, I will seek a conversation with him. He will be charmed by my comely wife and I will see if he has any children to which we can marry you.”

“So that’s what this is about?” asked Leopold in a melancholy voice, as if he had expected that this was his father’s purpose but was hoping against vain hope. “What if he has no available daughters?”

“I will bring up a trade agreement or something.” Growing tired of his son’s inquisition, he added, “I am an experienced diplomat. I will be able to improvise and work something out. Now you go off and look at something pretty.”

With an angry sigh, Leopold sharply turned and walked off into the palace to find some wine and look around.

(OOC: Duckquackmuse, I’ll have Prince Leopold go into the room that you are going to take.)

The limousine finally arrived at the Palace. The Emperor made a sigh of anxiety before his guards opened the door.

"Here I go..." he said to Tatenda. The Emperor and Tatenda exited the vehicle and stopped at the checkpoint.

"Please empty your pockets and take off any jewelry you may have." The guard at the checkpoint said. The Emperor took off his cuff links, his white gold and diamond encrusted watch, and his platinum wedding ring. He emptied his pockets, which contained his wallet with about $10,000 in Maraquean currency and several thousand in exchanged Nova Aquarian currency.

Tatenda took off his obviously expensive watch, which was about all the jewelry he had on him, plus his PDA and cellular. Both men were frisked and let go.

"Our things will be put in safe keeping I assume?"

"Yes sir." Said the guard, and they were on their way.

The men ascended the stairs, and entered the Palace; an enormous brown stoned castle-like estate that the Emperor particularly appreciated, per his love for architecture. They finally were inside and were equally impressed.

The Tilean Dalharuk (Literally translated as Son/Heir) arrived in his personalised armourse Limo. It was a simple black Limo with the Tilean Flag on the bonnet but it was heavily armoured, impervious to all but the very heaviest machine gun fire.

He got out, wearing a very stylish Tuxedo, he smiled and shook the hand of the man who had come to greet them, aware he was just staff but the Dalharuk has a reputation for greeting all people the smae, regardless of rank, it was a policy that occasionally left a few aristocratic noses out of joint. His wife exited the car on the opposite side, she wore a skin tight black dress with low cleavage that left very little to the imagination. She was a lovely woman of 22, Dark hair and eyes and the perfect oval face. She smiled and bowed her head to the attendant and then took her husbands arm, who put his hands in his pockets and walked casually up to the main palace.

It was apparent that the Dalharuk has chosen to leave his sword at home as he was clearly unarmed but to muscular men arrived shortly afterwards in a black Sedan and followed him. To the untrained eye, this man just looked like a well to-do businessman with his lovely trophy wife, but the Dulharuk and his wife had married for love and it literally radiated off them. As they approached the castle it was hard to tell that they were the Heirs to a powerful Shogunate.

The Emperor greeted his guests with a "Pleasure to see you" and a handshake, with the occasional kiss on the cheek (for females). Dinner was soon to be served, so the guests where called into the dining room next door. Waitors dressed in tuxes began to take orders. There was no menu- guests could chose any dish in existence. The Emperor and his Empress decided to split surf and turf. After dinner, the Tilean Ceremony would take place, and then- a night of dancing.


OOC: Duckquackmuse, could you announce the hostage taking when they're dancing?

OOC:
For future reference:

Emperor Adrian I of Nova Aquaria, Currently Age 37:

http://www.etuxedo.com/images/a6parma.jpg


Empress Annalise I of Nova Aquaria, Age 38 (at a casual party before pregnant):

http://www.greatboyfriends.com/photos/member/249144.jpg

The Dalharuk was pleased to greet the emporer personally shaking his hand as if they were old friends, even though they had never met. He sat in his place and relaxed, re-arranging the cutlery to suit his needs. He would no doubt attract stares from surrounding aristocrats as his mannerisms were distinctly common.

His wife smiled and made small talk with the guests that were close to her, she was as charming as she was beautiful, dazzling the staff with her wit as well as provoking some haughty laughs from several guests

Emperor Jovan greeted the Emperor. "Thank you for the invitation. This is a lovely home you have here..." Emperor Jovan said, while going towards the dining room, finding a seat and sitting down with Tatenda.

The waiter came, and the Emperor ordered seasoned salmon with steamed vegetables, along with a white wine. Tatenda ordered king crab legs and a baked potato, with a Greek salad on the side.

"Compliments to the chef." The Emperor said to the waiter, sipping on his white wine and talking to Tatenda.

"Officer Klain, what do we do, Sir?"

"Hmmm... we wouldn't want to offend anyone. Have him pass through an X-ray. Then bring in a bomb dog, if he doesn't smeel anything let him in."


OOC: Pic of palace, taken several days ago, guards hidden for pic, since then it has snowed:

http://www.romanticasheville.com/Biltmore/biltchristmasbig2.jpg


Aegis waited to know what they planned to do. But as fate would have it they ran him through a metal detector. He had to laugh as they asked him to remove all metal items. Aegis only placed his hand in the basket and said

" I dont think you have enough room."

The Metal Guantlet that helped to make up his armor suit would make the metal detector go crazy. And to mention he had metal bones replace ones he had lost. Not to mentionthe bulets and sharpnel that laidened his body.

And the Bomb dog would only smell metal, as that all that Aegis had on him.
Aegis looed at the security and reassured them..

" I have to say, you can trust me. If I was carrying a weapon your would see it. Not to many places to hide them if I am wearing armor. As for a bomb, I dont like them not my style."

"Keep an eye on that one," said Master Chief of Imperial Security Samuel Galence. His Cheif Offiver nodded, ordering some guards to keep an extra close watch on Aegis. The guards, mostly 6'5'' 275 pound men of pure muscle, armed lightly with stunguns, began to watch Aegis quite closely.

And as his guest finished up, they proceded next room into a large stage, where the Tilean's ceremony was to take place. Imperial nurses brought the young Emperorite down from his room. He would only attend this part of the ceremony. Annalise was a very atteintive mother, but tonight she required some help.


OOC: I've got 2 available daughters:
1 12 year old
1 8 year old
Both upstairs tonight.

OOC: Duckquackmuse, could you announce the hostage taking when they're dancing?

OOC: Sure thing.

IC: Having broken in and entered a relatively unroamed corridor of the palace Charles and Luke started scouting for a room. As they were wondering around the less busy areas a bell rang, resounding thoughout the many halls, diner was soon to be served.

"During diner, we find a place. All the security will be where the royals are." Luke said, "Also we should find a room which has a lot of cultural improtance for maximum effect." Charles nodded and began to search.

After a few minutes they came to a room full of art. This will be perfect Charles thought a gave Luke a nod. "I leave it to you to get The Foreign Minister in here."

OOC: The terroist wait until the diner is finished. Nova, could:
Ally Dove, Governor of North Carolina
Harold Smith, Governor of Texas
make their way to the arts room during the dancing, and any other leaders who don't mind being taken hostage...

As the rest of the guests proceded to the ceremony, two did not. Ally Dove, Governor of North Carolina, and Harold Smith, Governor of Texas (wuth rumors of a relationship between the two) sneaked away and began to roam. The Emperor wouldn't notice; and wouldn't mind even if the truth was known, he was an understanding man. They walked a little, untill discovering a cavernous artroom, about 80 feeet high and roughly 1000 square feet. They walked in, and suddenly, behind them, a noise was heard. The two looked around..

As the royal family sat down at the table, they looked around at the other guests that had arrived. As usual with these diplomatic events, there were the creepy fellows, and others who had no sense of decency (“That one man over their looks like he found his wife whilst raiding a brothel,” whispered the King, snickering with distaste), and others still who had a look of an intense martial lifestyle, as if every waking hour of their lives had been used to turn them into killing machines. All in all, no different from any other foreign event the King had been attended.

The King tapped Peter’s shoulder, and asked, “I’ve noticed a lot of people here are wearing these bracelets that look like they clocks on them. That would be a nice thing, would it not, if I could have a clock on my arm?”

Peter sighed. “They are called wristwatches. You’ve seen these kinds of things before. Remember when Jan Sebastien visited, he had a watch that he kept in his pocket. These watches are mounted on the wrist. They are really nothing new. Even many people in Cotenshire are getting them now.”

“How come no one tells me about these things?” lamented the King. “If it were not for that slip Arthur made a while back, I would not have known about the marvelous invention called the fax machine. I don’t see why everyone does not have fax machines. Mine is quite useful,” said the King rather loudly, hoping the leader of some other nation might hear him boasting about the technological might that he had acquired in his fax machine.

While trivial banter continued at the table, Leopold was wandering the halls of the palace. He eventually found a room that was interesting enough to stop. It was full of art, and while it was nothing compared to a piece by one of the masters from the Harrogate Academy, it was more interesting than anything else he had seen thus far in this new country.

bump, Where's Duckquackmuse? I won't be around much- I have to go take my SAT :( I'll see you all at 12:30 pm US eastern time.

As the rest of the guests proceded to the ceremony, two did not. Ally Dove, Governor of North Carolina, and Harold Smith, Governor of Texas (wuth rumors of a relationship between the two) sneaked away and began to roam. The Emperor wouldn't notice; and wouldn't mind even if the truth was known, he was an understanding man. They walked a little, untill discovering a cavernous artroom, about 80 feeet high and roughly 1000 square feet. They walked in, and suddenly, behind them, a noise was heard. The two looked around..

Katie Sharle had to excuse herself from the proceedings as her phone rang yet again. She went around the corridors talking to her secertary. By the time she hung up she found that she had no idea where she was, lost in the cavernous rooms of the palace. She looked around for someone to help her find her way back. Then she heard voices in a room as she walked passed, she went towards them.

She entered a medium size room full with art, with Ally Dove and Harold Smith talking.

"Hello, could you tell me the way back to the main hall?"

Charles and Luke where hiding behind a particulary big piece of art. "Holy fuck, we didn't even have to lure her here!" Luke whispered.
"Lets go," Charles said. They swung round the corner armed with HK MP5k PWD-N's 9mms. They shot a round into the ceiling.

"GET DOWN! GET THE FUCK DOWN! ON THE FLOOR YOU SON OF A BITCHES" Luke shouted while Charles secured the door. Luke went over to the three dimplomats a pushed them to the floor. "Ring them C" he said to Charles. Charles rang the others:

"Get here quick, security will be coming." He said down the phone, surprisingly calmly. Luke couldn't be bothered to ask him how they hadn't been detected by Charles's phone.

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"Lets go boys," Gary said to his small team of five. They ran across the lawn towards where Luke and Charles had entered....

OOC: You should catch them going across the lawn. ;)

"You! HALT! HALT!"

A squardon of 10 guards screamed at once.

A warning shot was fired. The men continued running. The guards loaded their rifles, 2 guards each aimed at each man's heart, and fired their .50 guns.

[OOC: Sorry for not writing this in time - assume the first part was some time ago.
P.S. Cotenshire, bravo!! And especially for the last post. Not many, unfortunately myself not included, have the talent to mock their own characters this well. ]


Three fighters landed at the Nova Aquarian airport. Nick, just 30 years old, exited his Raptor over the cockpit, trying not to look too hasty, as his age already created not very serious impression. It was a little hard, as the plane was really designed to jump in and out, but at least it was more presentable than flying one of the still experimental fighters. In the excessively meritocratic community of Vault 10, where a personal fighter was like sword, armor and horse in the medieval times, showing off mastery and willingness to risk using the latest models added respect to the officials, but on the international stage it would only be taken as light-minded. He went to the already prepared limousine with his attendants to change his flying suit for a civil one.

Nick was long going to visit a few countries to establish diplomatic relations and just take a look around, and the royal ball seemed a good chance to meet multiple leaders at once in not too formal environment. Well, not the best one - sitting together in a sauna with beer, and, optionally, girls - but at least without journalists making a hundred photos for each word.


As his limousine arrived, Nick proceeded to the palace, taking out four guns from different places on the way and handing them to the guard, who didn't even have time to stop and search him further, used to a much slower pace. The castle was spacious, not as much as some he had seen, but way more
han the usual corporate buildings.

Nick took his place at the table, next to the Cotenshire delegation, his attendants left back somewhere in the castle - he wanted to establish relations here, not to sit between the guards. Nick hid the smile upon hearing about the fax machine. "Well, at least not every king pretends to live in the sixteenth century" - he thought, and prepared to follow the others.

Bump- waiting for Duck's response.

"You! HALT! HALT!"

A squardon of 10 guards screamed at once.

A warning shot was fired. The men continued running. The guards loaded their rifles, 2 guards each aimed at each man's heart, and fired their .50 guns.

Gary heard the warning shot, but continued to run regardless. The men around him fell down and he then tripped, falling with them. The sirens moved in, lights glaring, shining in his eyes. He put up his hands, hoping they wouldn't shoot. They know what to do.

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Luke was placing the explosives on the door (enough to blow out the room, and possiibly more) when he heard the shots. Shit he thought. He turned to Charles who was standing over the hostages.

His phone call. They got intercepted...in more than one way. Well, we have a secure situation here; lets continue with the plan.

"We are undetered." He spoke into the survalence camera and smiled. Then turned to Charles, as the voices approached.

Bump- waiting for Duck's response.

Sorry, it appears I come online when you go offline.

Gary heard the warning shot, but continued to run regardless. The men around him fell down and he then tripped, falling with them. The sirens moved in, lights glaring, shining in his eyes. He put up his hands, hoping they wouldn't shoot. They know what to do.

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Luke was placing the explosives on the door (enough to blow out the room, and possiibly more) when he heard the shots. Shit he thought. He turned to Charles who was standing over the hostages.

His phone call. They got intercepted...in more than one way. Well, we have a secure situation here; lets continue with the plan.

"We are undetered." He spoke into the survalence camera and smiled. Then turned to Charles, as the voices approached.


"Move and we'll shoot!" spat Commander Shandez. Elbowing the man in the stomach, the other guards ripped him from the ground. "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" the commander yelled. The man did not answer. The commander punched him in the jaw, knocking out two of his teeth.


"What the hell! Men to room 218, NOW!" screamed a man attedning the cameras. At the same time, 100 security guards, 30 of them snipers, 40 bomb diffusers, 20 hostage negotiators, and 10 lightly armed guards. Emperor Adrian was alerted of the situation...

The Dalharuk heard the faint gunshot, he had been trained to be observe such things since he was a baby, he smiled and excused himself from the table and walked out to a balcony, seeing the lights shining onto the lawn without being able to see what they were pointed at.

He spoke to a nearby attendant "Whats going on?"

"Everything is fine Sir! Just a misfire. Please return to the auditorium for now."

A guard was sent to alert the Emperor. The announcement would come soon.


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"Ladies and Gentlemen, I must interupt the ceremony for a moment. Currently, we have a bit of a situation with the plumbing in this wing. Several art rooms have flooded. Men have taken several hostages. EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL. They can cause you no harm, only some of my government's people have been reported as hostages. I also think that there is a minor gas leak. I'm terribly sorry, but we must move the ceremony back some, towards the center of the building."

The guests where rushed into the center room, which doubled as a disguised bomb shelter. Gas masks were hidden under the seats. Should things turn nasty, the guests would be told. The Emperor "had to run off to do some emergency paperwork".


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"Move in," said officer Mclendon into his speaker. About 20 bomb diffusers where positioned around the rooms, in the balcony of the next room. Also, there where hostage negotiaters. They were almost impossible to spot. A giant archway connected the two rooms. Outside, about 10 snipers had their guns laser pointers fixed on the hostage-takers. The light was special, only the complicated diffracters inside the men's goggle's could see the light. The men inside knew the phone line- they just had to call.

Charles heard what he could best describe as a "major cafuffle" outside. He took one of The Nova Aquarian men and put a gun to his head.

"DON'T DO ANY SHIT" he shouted. Better make sure they new he was serious, he slowly went to the phone dragging the man with him. He very very slowly picked up the phone and it began to ring...

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Katie lay on the ground watching the two men. She was shaking, trying to keep her composure. She had never thought this movement "Brothers of the Ducks" had been serious. She watched as the man picked up the phone and hoped for the best.

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When the phone was eventually picked up Charles said.

"Why'd it take so fucking long for you to pick up the phone, eh? Trying to pretend you don't care that we have your FUCKING diplomats at gunpoint? EH?" Charles tried to calm down. Luke was giving him an odd look, almost a worried one. He waited for the voice on the over side to reply...

OOC: I'm not godmoding by saying it took you a long time to pick up the phone, it is the terroist's state of the mind and stress levels that is effecting is sense of time.

"Okay, what do you want?" Negotiators said in a soft voice.


"What do we do?" said Commander Smith to Commander Adams.

"We could shoot them both in the head if we wanted too, far faster than their reflexs pulled any switch."

"That been proven?"

"No, but it's an estimate. I usually make pretty damn good estimates."

"I say, if they are preparing to fire, shoot. If not, don't, I'd like to see these guys blasted* for an Imperial offense."

OOC: There's two terrorsits, right?

"Blasting" is how Nova Aquaria kills it's terrorists, either they are dropped into a room full of carnivorous ants from a door in the ceiling, and the ants eat them alive, as they are to weak from the fall to move, or they put into a room and stereos blast a total of 500 decibals into the room, killing them instantly.

the President of Duckquackmuse pulled up a chair infront of the Webcam.

"OK recording" A little bleep went of and the President began to address the little camera.

" To the Emporer, I have just recieved news about the hostage situation at the ball. I am personally very concerned for the welfare of Katie Sharle, our Foreign Minister who is now a hostage. We can talk more extensively later, but I would like to stress that we do not want you to compromise her safety in anyway. When the demands of the terroists "Brothers of the Ducks" come through I hope we can negociate with you furthur."

The message was patched through to the Nova Auqarians.

A message to the Ducls:

When the demand comes trhough, we will work with you to acheive these terrorists goals.

Announcement of the Ministry for Defence

This morning, HHM troops paradropped over the site of the Royal Ball, and the entirety of Alpha Wing (six squadrons) has been scrambled, circling over the ball. More will be disclosed a later point in time.

Charles after getting the go ahead read out his demands:

"The Brothers of the Ducks demand that they become a recognised party in the government, with seats and a voice. We want $200,000 to start a campaign for ducks and our party. We want militarty backing, we want re-election of the government. We want bills to be passed to protect Ducks and other animals in Duckquackmuse. We want-no- DEMAND that Duckquackmuse WITHDRAW from the NEA and NEAMC, both organisations which do nothing to protect Ducks and other animals.

And we want a jet out of here. With all these things will shall back down. The terms are negociable at this stage, but any messing and its out the window.

There will be more attacks and displays of our displeasure across Duckquackmuse. We have been ignored and ridiculed for too long!" The phone was slammed down.

The President of Duckquackmuse had heard all of this and sent this video message to Nova Aquaria

"This is ridiculous! These men are clearing insane. We have Animal Protection Bills in place already! What they want is OUT OF THE QUESTION. A party and seats in Parliament? Without being Democratically voted in? Never. A jet? The money we can reach, but withdrawing from our alliances, its not possible. Military backing? We aren't going to sponsor such acts?

Nova Aquaria, we need to formulate a viable plan to neutralise the present situation without any casualties. I do not know the geography of the building, please send us plans for my strategists as hastly as you can. Also can you please tell us your own plans for removing the criminals? WE want a least one alive, I believe there was another band of them caught on your ground. If any survive from that band then please feel free to terminate the men inside. But we must have one alive. Try and not make martyrs out of them.

What say you?" The message ended. The President awaited the reply.

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Gary slowly came to his knees and a figure came towards him, gun in hand, casting a shadow over Gary. Gary put his head down as he was bundled into a van, a driven away. To where he didn't know but he presumed for questioning in the palace...

OOC: I apologise for lack of postage (busy life these past few days, I've been in a play.)

SIC to president of DQM:
When they surrender, we will grab one. We will pay the demands. Personally, I would lie, saying they have a seat in parliament. Once they come out, we will grab one. If not, we will shoot down their jet, which will have quite conveniently a bomb on board, to explode as soon as they are out of my borders.

--Emperor Adrian I of Nova Aquaria

To British Londinium:

What is the purpose of your fighters in our territory? We shall shoot them down without an explanation.
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200,000 dollars was wired into the brothers of Ducls account. The rest was up to Duackquackmuse.

The President smiled. "Make the phone call."

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The phone rang. Charles let it ring 4 times and picked up.

He listened for a while, and heard about the demands. They made no changes, and simply met all of them.

The President said in the message to kill the terroists as soon as everything was in order.

Charles opened the door and stood behind it gun pointed at Katie Sharle as she slowly exited the room. The Nova Aquarian Diplomats stayed lying in the room.

Luke went out first, gun still trained on Katie, as Charles followed...

The jet was rigged. Upon five minutes of flight, it would explode. The plane awiated the terrorists outside... Snipers were trained on the terrorists, as medical temas treated the govenors.

The next day a statement came from the President of Duckquackmuse:

"Your reserve and control in this time of need was much appreciated. We would like to thank you for your help, and for saving our Foreign Minister. With their leader now detained in our prisions The Brothers of The Ducks have lost motivation and hope, all rebellion has been stamped out.

We hope our friendly relations prosper in the future. Anything you need, just give me a call."