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Ptolemais was a very busy city this Sunday as the delegates of the various nations of the world made their way to Ptolemais for the Free-Trade Conference that was to be held in Alberton in the North-East. Of course before anyone could discuss Free-Trade, there would have to be the overnight rail journey from Ptolemais to Alberton.

Ptolemais International Airport was naturally a scene of very high security. The Northern Terminal had been sealed off for the use of the delegates coming to Ptolemais and the main road between Ptolemais International and the Central Business District had been closed. The skies were screaming with the sound of fighter jets watching for anything out of place. The navy was patrolling the seas to the west and watching. Even the army were marching down the streets - just to make sure that no-one would cause trouble. Police vehicles were screaming next to ROAD CLOSED signs.

At the Central Ptolemais Depot, the train was being prepared. No doubt it would be the very essence of luxury; two electric locomotives at the front, and twenty-four first class carriages, with a cargo/guards van in between the locomotives. It would show to the world that the Empire could do things in style.

However, it was time for the delegates to arrive – all the paperwork would be in their sleeper compartments, ready for them to peruse over this coming evening.

OOC: It is still possible to sign up, just head to the sign-up thread over here http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521962, however, once the train leaves, it will be impossible to let any more delegations in.

"Ptolemais International Airport this is Vetakan Delegate 605 do you copy?"

"Request Permission to Land Delegate 605 Out" spoke the Pilot over the Radio.

The Vetakan Bombardier Challenger 604 with its F-22 Raptor Escort took up a holding pattern just outside of the Empires Airspace to avoid causing an International Incidents.

"Ptolemais International Airport, this is Wagging Skies N877039er holding at airspace boundary with our delegation onboard. Permission to enter and land?" Similarly, the Il-86 Camber with the Wagdoggie Commerce Secretary, Celine Longtail, aboard waited with its squadron-strength escort of Su-27SM Flanker-Bs. The fighters would need refuelling soon, and although odds of a Nicksyllvanian attack on this delegation were low due to the obvious diplomatic consequences of such, they couldn't be entirely ruled out either...

The ISK-210 was fast, agile, and spacious. It was the pinacle of the Imperial Aircraft Companies efforts to build a modern transport plane. It was quite shiny, with its new coat of paint.
It was not, however, fuel effecient.
"DGNT flight 12 requesting emergency landing clearance. This is DGNT flight 12 requesting emergency landing clearance. We are critical on fuel, repeat, fuel levels are critical. Please advise. Over."

Roger Burke, the Tolvanic Minister of Commerce, stepped off the ramp of his VC-12 transport onto the the tarmac at Ptolemais International Airport. Burke and his entourage of two aides and four guards headed for the two SUVs the Ministry of Commerce had rented to transport them to the train depot.

"This is the Ragnarok asking permission to drop of the delegates for the Free-Trade Confrence." The captain of the Ragnarok said. The Super Dreadnaught was slowing down to come into port. The captain knew the water wasnt deep enough. The delegates would be going by air the last little bit to the train.

"Vetakan Delegate 605, Ptolemais International Airport does copy. Turn to heading 080 and proceed with landing procedure for runway niner romeo. Do you copy?"

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"Wagging Skies N877039er, Ptolemais International Airport does copy. Turn to heading 130 and prepare for landing procedure at runway 18 charlie. Do you copy?"

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A few minutes later

"DGNT flight 12, Ptolemais International Airport does copy, prepare for emergency landing procedure at runway 21 whiskey at King Ptolemy Air Force Base. Do you copy?"

"Handing over to frequency 108.10 (King Ptolemy Air Force Base frequency). Do you copy?"

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"Good morning Ragnarok, we grant you permission to drop off the delegates. Inform the helicopter that they will need to use frequency 114.65, the Ptolemais Air Space frequency. The nearest helipad is in Parliament Buildings, across the road from the Central Station."

"Roger that Ptolemais International Airport turing to 080 and beginning landing procedure. I have a message from our delegate, Will a Mr Peterson be at the delegation if so we have a Letter from the President For him?"

The Bombardier Challenger 604 made a successful landing at the airport and taxied to its pre-designated hanger where the Vetakan Delegation prepared to disambark and meet their Welcoming Party. From everything the Delegation had read by all accounts this land was trully beautiful. Eventually the Bombardiers Door opened and the Delegation descended to the floor waking towards their welcome party the delegation of 6 People where made up of Vetakan Trade and Customs Secetary Helen Jones and 5 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman. Helen smiled, offered her hand and began:

"Hello its pleasure to meet you? I understand we are heading via Train very elegant I must say is their any paperwork that is required of me?"

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"Wagging Skies N877039er, Ptolemais International Airport does copy. Turn to heading 130 and prepare for landing procedure at runway 18 charlie. Do you copy?"

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"Roger that Ptolemais International Airport, we read you five-by and copy. Turning to heading one-three-zero and preparing for landing at runway one-eight charlie. Beginning landing procedures...

The Il-86 made a textbook landing at the airport and Commerce Secretary Longtail's delegation: herself, three aides namely Kathy Burns, Melanie Straw and Joseph Deckes, all stepped out and surveyed the beautiful city surroundings from the tarmac. These three humans, the first brunette being bespectacled and average in almost every way, the second cropped-blonde almost a textbook "power girl" by manners and bearing, and the third sandy-haired man almost too new to really seem he belonged here were he not in the were-tigress's tow.
And she was beyond mistake, her hair as white and closely worn as the fur she wore on full-moon nights when she transformed into a full-on female Siberian White Tiger. "That reminds me," she whispered absently to herself, "I'll need an almanac soon. The train may have things covered in the front car, but still..." She was always self-conscious about her nature, since she knew most parts of the world still regarded were-bestiality as a sickness at best; or a sign of demonic influence at worst, and often enough too even if false in her experience. "Come on! We need to hit the train. Deckes?" She asked the proverbial "awestruck newcomer" at this international conference of great import, of which there always had to be at least one present.
"Y-Yes Comrade Secretary?" Deckes was newly inducted to the People's Revolutionary Party, still not weaned entirely off the hardcore Maoism that served as the initiation doctrine for new members before they learned the more pragmatic approaches of Deng Xiaoping and such. But more than anything, he was simply the usual combination of youth and overeagerness that had to be molded into a useful bureaucrat in time; and diplomat here, too.
"Prowl the newsstands with Comrade Straw and find me an almanac. I'll need to know more about when I'll be... unavailable for whatever nighttime calls or such might come that particular night." She didn't have to elaborate about what she meant.
Melanie protested a bit, feeling this task an insult to her social-climbing status; an odd girl, really, in a Maoist party. Sometimes she seemed more fit for the stuck-up Stalinists and Vampires in the Noble Revolutionaries, or even as a puppet of the equally stuck-up Elves and their conservative pawns in the Greenwood Coalition. "Comrade Secretary, surely Comrade Burns is more..." But a quick glare from the Commerce Secretary, mustering all of her inner feral command even if still in human form, silenced the pseudo-socialist social-climber and the delegation headed off to go through the necessary customs and declarations before claiming their baggage and racing for the train...

"This is DGNT flight 12, acknowledged. Be advised, diplomatic personell are on board. We will proceede as advised."
The DGNT plane whirled around, making a beeline for the advised runway.

"So as you can see in chart eight, Lady Peñalver, our population growth is projected as accelerating as the new tax cuts come into play. Our unemployment rate is a bit higher and our GDP per capita still a bit lower then preferable, but with the sheer size of the market we offer, we should be able to put considerable weight behind our requested concessions at this conference."

Sir Rowe paused, a look of thought on his face.

"That is, of course," he continued, "not even beginning to take into account the high average education levels of our population and the relatively high level of disposable income available in spite of the mediocre GDP per capita, which swings things further in our favor."

Lady Diana Peñalver, the Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs, nodded as she studied the charts and tables on the wide flatscreen display mounted on the wall before her. She and Sir Timothy Rowe, Secretary of Economic Affairs, were the Democratic Colonies' selected delegation to the Free Trade Conference at Alberton, and were currently en route to Ptolemais via supersonic Concorde.

"I wouldn't worry too much about our weak GDP per capita number," said Lady Peñalver. "According to some, GDP per capita is a rather poor estimate of a nation's economic prosperity - not an opinion I share, but this opinion does seem to be somewhat popular among the hard socialist officials, of which hopefully there will be at least a handful at the conference; most likely from the United Socialist States of Wagdog or the Socialist States Union, I'd imagine."

"Ah, yes," nodded Sir Rowe. "Marilyn Waring's (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marilyn_Waring) model? Not precisely the best economic theories, I think, but you are correct, those theories do cast our figures in a more positive light. I don't know if the officials in Wagdog or the Socialist States Union subscribe to those ideas, but I suppose we'll find out soon enough."

Sir Rowe and Lady Peñalver continued to discuss plans and talking points, potential problems and possible solutions as their Concorde transport and its fighter escorts continued towards Alexandrian Ptolemais.

Sir Rowe was an older man, a career economist with a preference for Keynesian theory. In his eighties, his skin was wrinkled and his hair was thin and white. Sir Rowe was a man born during another era, but his intellect and dedication made him valuable enough to be worthy of his post as Secretary of Economic Affairs. Lady Peñalver, in contrast to her partner in the two member delegation, was one of the new generation of government leadership. Young, intelligent, and charismatic though she was, however, as the relatively unexperienced and only recently appointed Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs, Lady Peñalver was clearly the follower of the pair.

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The sleek white Concorde stood out among its fighter escorts. While the 16 Beholder (http://z13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=1673&hl=) fighter interceptors were dull gray machines bristling with sharp edges and pronounced protrusions, the Concorde clean edged and brilliantly white. The Concorde, not like the fighters, was smooth and natural in its shape, gentle in its curves - a far cry from the harsh and spartan lines of the Beholders. The name of its mother nation was stenciled cleanly along the fuselage of the supersonic transport, with its flag in its bold colors on the aircraft's tail.

As the Concorde approached Ptolemais International Airport, its fighter escorts peeled away as one, raising their noses and climbing, for the Government of Alexandrian Ptolemais had prepared their hangers not at the international airport, but at the Air Force base some thirty miles away. The Concorde was without escort as it continued on its decent towards the solid ground of Ptolemais International, and landed without incident.

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The six members of the delegation's protective detail stood ramrod straight in a single line against the wall, opposite a separate line formed by the four administrative and personal aides of the delegates. They were inside the Concorde, next to the primary exit of the aircraft, a single wide door that was attached to a self contained extending stairwell. The aides watched with idle interest as the protective detail strapped on body armor and DCP-101 (http://z13.invisionfree.com/The_NS_Draftroom/index.php?showtopic=3022&hl=) sidearms beneath their suit jackets, but soon had their attention diverted as Sir Rowe and Lady Peñalver approached.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the pilot informs us that we will be completed in our taxiing momentarily," said Sir Rowe as he adjusted the cuff links on his finely tailored suit. "As we discussed, I will be the first to exit the aircraft, followed by Lady Peñalver, followed by the protective detail, followed by the aide staff."

"Try to look sharp," said Lady Peñalver. "We're not sure, but the press might be waiting for us, in addition to whoever is representing Alexandrian Ptolemais."

"Wont this be fun?" Derrick asked looking out the window of the helicopter. He welcomed the peace promised by the confrence after several weeks of conflict with the rebels.

"Itll be a nice change not having to worry about neing assasinated." Empress Kristina Schraepl II said looking at him. The helicopter held only them and the pilots.

"Thats for sure, and maybe now ill be able to finish the writing of my book." The head of her Imperial Guards said. The past year he had been working on a new book about the ways of war. She had little intrest in it. "Besides, this can help bolster the economy even more. We will be able to crush the competion from Arbiters with little worry.''

"Always scheming." She said simply. The city grew larger and larger and the pair got ready to meet with some of the others that were going to the confrence.

"Good morning Ms. Jones; I hope it is Ms. Jones. Yes, there is a Mr. Peterson in this conference, he, along with the other convenors are at the Parliament Buildings awaiting the delegates from the other nations - the security forces felt it was safer to keep everyone there than at the Railway Station. The only paperwork that needs filling is this customs form; we just need it for the protection of the Empire's environment. Once that is filled, would you mind walking with us to your limo which will take you to the Parliament Buildings. I must also apologise, I am Sergeant Fredericks and this is Sergeant Thomas"

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The two security forces members were slowly walking through the Northern Terminal when suddenly they came across a small group

"I believe you are the Wagdoggie delegation. It seems that you are looking for an almanac; unfortunately, this entire terminal has been closed except for delegates. Sorry for being so impolite, this is Sergeant Smith and I am Sergeant Hunt. I'll get one of the Parliamentary Messengers to bring a selection of almanacs. Also, we need to fill out the customs form; we just need it for the protection of the Empire's environment. Once that is filled, would you mind walking with us to your limo which will take you to the Parliament Buildings - it is opposite the Railway Station and everyone is gathering there for security reasons."

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"DGNT flight 12, this is King Ptolemy Air Force Base. We understand that you have diplomatic personel on board; the Air Force will ensure that you get into the city centre on time for this evening's departure. Unfortunately, due to your situation, we needed you to divert to the Air Force Base. Continue landing procedure as advised, do you copy?"

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Sergeant Beasley and Sergeant Livingstone were standing at the terminal when they saw the Democratic Colonial Concorde land

"Well, it seems that is us, let us just not forget our manners, after all, we need to look good to the world.

As Tolvanic SUVs pulled up to the nearest Customs checkpoint, Burke read over his notes for the conference. Burke had served as chair of the Economics and International Business Department at the prestigous University of Brayton prior to joining Prime Minister's Shaw's cabinet as Minister of Commerce, an immensely powerful position in the very capitalist Commonwealth. Burke had always been a staunch advocate of free trade and was strongly opposed to tariffs in any form, hopefully this conference would give him the chance to meet someone who shared his views, he was looking for co-author for his new book anyway.

OOC: Err, Tolvan, the Empire shares only one land border quite some distance (about 10,000km) from Ptolemais. Sorry for any nations that haven't seen this already, but Ptolemais is essentially only accessible by air or sea.

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The heavily guarded Parliament Buildings shone like a jewel. Every single one of the one million stones seemed to have been polished. The helipad was immaculate and awaited for the Shakal helicopter.

"Good morning, Your Majesty, I am Sergeant Cunningham and this is Sergeant Bloomfield. I trust that you enjoyed the beautiful view of the city and the voyage over here. If you would not mind coming along to the Great Hall where all the delegates will congregate prior to the train journey later this afternoon. I believe that you are the first delegate to make it to Parliament Buildings."

Amee sat opposite the Officer in the Cormorant, somewhat unsure of herself. She was given only a days notice regarding the Trade Conference, and was still busy cancelling meetings via her PDA. Dressed in the textbook navy blue business suit and skirt, she was out to make an impression that Pan-Arab Barronia meant business. Looking out the window, she could see one of the 6 escorting Raptors. Two VC-10s was following some 500 miles behind, ready to fuel the Raptors for the home journey.

Just about everything in Pan-Arab Barronia was to do with navy blue. The Officer sat opposite, for example - his dress uniform was navy blue. The aide accompanying her - his suit was navy blue. It was scary, quite frankly.

Just as Amee was contemplating the meaning of it all, the co-pilot leant through the dividing curtain.

"Miss Melisande, guests, we're approaching Alexandrian Ptolemais, we'd like to suggest that you apply your seatbelts. Weather seems fine, so we should have no trouble with the landing. Thankyou."

As the seatbelts clicked into place, Amee could hear the pilot arranging approach.

"Ptolemais International, this is Papa Alpha Niner Niner Two Bravo, is type Cormorant, requesting type B aerospace transition with intention full stop. Confirm airspeed five niner zero IAS, altitude flight level ten."

As the aircraft descended toward the traffic pattern, the passengers could see the city out of the porthole windows. The Parliament Buildings gleamed in the distance, by far the most striking building seen.

[QUOTE=Alexandrian Ptolemais;12505845]"Good morning Ms. Jones; I hope it is Ms. Jones. Yes, there is a Mr. Peterson in this conference, he, along with the other convenors are at the Parliament Buildings awaiting the delegates from the other nations - the security forces felt it was safer to keep everyone there than at the Railway Station. The only paperwork that needs filling is this customs form; we just need it for the protection of the Empire's environment. Once that is filled, would you mind walking with us to your limo which will take you to the Parliament Buildings. I must also apologise, I am Sergeant Fredericks and this is Sergeant Thomas"

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Miss Jones followed the Armed Guards to the Limo and eventually to the train station. On arrival at the train station the luggage was loaded up and Miss Jones Began:

"Thank You Gentleman your escort was most proper. Good Bye, Good Life"

When safely aboard the Train Miss Jones found it to be amazing it was like the Orient Express but with more Class. Jones completed the waiting paperwork and returned it to the nearest official. That she could find eventually she returned to her room and spoke with her Chief Guardsman:

"Have any of our Firends sent a delegation?"

"Yes Ma'am the Wagdog" replied the Guard

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The two security forces members were slowly walking through the Northern Terminal when suddenly they came across a small group

"I believe you are the Wagdoggie delegation. It seems that you are looking for an almanac; unfortunately, this entire terminal has been closed except for delegates. Sorry for being so impolite, this is Sergeant Smith and I am Sergeant Hunt. I'll get one of the Parliamentary Messengers to bring a selection of almanacs. Also, we need to fill out the customs form; we just need it for the protection of the Empire's environment. Once that is filled, would you mind walking with us to your limo which will take you to the Parliament Buildings - it is opposite the Railway Station and everyone is gathering there for security reasons."

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"Why I thank you both, Sergeants Smith and Hunt. Yes, our job just became much easier. I'll have to keep tabs on the weather here and all, you understand..." I sure hope these guys were briefed about me, Commerce Secretary Celine Longtail didn't want to cause a stir or incident before things even began, after all. "Come on Comrades; Burns, Straw, Deckes... now." She made no bones about who was in charge here as far as the delegation was concerned.
As the peanut gallery ambled over to various degrees of grumbling, mostly from the frustrated blonde Straw, Longtail continued. "Ah yes, the customs form. I can assure you first that none of my asssistants or myself have our weapons. Our security detail," she pointed to the grey-suited State Security agents who struck a typical appearance for such near the plane some ways back, motioning them over at the same time, "Has all the weapons detailed on our application, and no more. Anything else you would like us to declare?" Her voice betrayed some anxiety in her thoughts. Hopefully the list of things wouldn't get too personal now...

In the air, SSU Delegate Nicolai Petrovsky, questioned to his Personal Assistant.

"Dmitry, you know who is going to assist the conference?"
Said Petrovky.

"Yes sir, the nations of Vetaka, Wagdog, Pan-Arab Barronia, Tolvan, Shakal, and many more. The Minister of Trade and Customs, will be hosting the conference, sir."

Reported Petrovsky's Personal Assistant

"Ptolemais International Airport, this is SSU PS-90A requesting landing permission, over."

Radioded the Pilot.

"Ladies and Gentleman, we are approaching Ptolemais International Airport, please fasten your seatbelts for landing maneuver, Thank You."

Ptolemais International Airport

The small jet hit the runway two nights prior to the beginning of the free-trade conference. Jench tended to have stomach problems during long flights and he needed the extra day to rest. All ten passengers jolted as the rear wheels of the aircraft hit the runway, and Jench let out a sigh of relief as he felt the forward wheel balancing out the aircraft on level ground. He was about to say something when he was jolted forward as the pilot put on the screeching breaks. It wasn't something to be mad about, as Jench attended flights all the time, but it was a minor annoyance that made him hate planes. The nine guards seated around him - quite unnecessary, he thought, but Fedor had insisted - stood as the plane came to a halt in the middle of the tarmac, and a bit thereafter the small center door opened and revealed a neat staircase which had been placed against the frame of the aircraft.

Jench was escorted down the staircase and led to a black sedan waiting for him. He entered, but his guards did not. The guards, instead, took three 4x4 sport utility vehicles and provided a mobile escort in front of and behind the sedan. As Jench entered the vehicle he was surprised to find an economic attaché, and a friend of his, sitting there. This man had been sent to work at the embassy in Ptolemais and report back to Fedala the economic status - almost every country in the world had one.

Jench smiled, outstretched his hand, and asked, "Any changes in those coming?" Nations were still announcing the arrival of their own ministers and advisers and what not.

The other man nodded, "Praetonia and Skibereen, to name two."

Jench nodded back and answered, "Good, at least we will know some people at this conference, and we know this isn't totally a waste of time." He was referring to the fact that the Empire had had some experience dealing with free-trade between both Praetonia and Skibereen. If those two were at the conference it was likely that the Empire could get an agreement between at least some of the nations present.

Jench turned away to look at the different buildings pass by as the car accelerated. He turned towards a cooler in front of him and took out a bottle of fine wine. After the cork was out he poured the wine into two wine glasses and gave one to his friend. Smiling, he said, "A brindis to another long conference."

The Whyatican jet set down one night before the conference began, which was later than the itinerary of the junior Minister. He wanted to be there three nights prior, but a revised schedule had been set to him from the senior Minister and his word was essentially law. So, they made it with one day to spare. It was a relatively smooth landing, especially for the older jet the Minister was using. The plane essentially skidded to a halt, with the Imperial Guards nearby getting up and motioning to the Minister so they could escort him out of the jet and into a waiting car.

Minister Kelso did not care for the escort - who was going to assassinate the junior Minister of Finance at a trade conference? The Guards suspected the Communists might have something up their sleeves, but they always suspected the Communists. He had argued with the senior Minister about it, who eventually ordered him to be escorted by the Guards. He quietly entered the sedan unaccompanied by his guards, which took a larger truck following him.

He did not speak to the driver and the driver did not speak to him, just drove him to the site of the conference. As of then there was no Whyatican embassy in Ptolemais which was slightly odd, given the fact that there was a Whyatican delegation at the conference, but that problem would be dealt with in the future. The car stopped, and the Minister nodded to the driver before getting out.

The Guards quickly dispersed from their truck, forming themselves behind and near the Minister as he walked into the hotel where he would be staying. Kelso was quite thankful that the Guards were not staying in the same room he was, but in the adjacent one. Still meant they would be watching over him 24/7, which was one of the perils of working in the Ministry of Finance.

He cracked open a beer that he had brought along with him and took a swig once he got into the quasi-privacy of his hotel room. To another long, boring conference.

OOC: Err, Tolvan, the Empire shares only one land border quite some distance (about 10,000km) from Ptolemais. Sorry for any nations that haven't seen this already, but Ptolemais is essentially only accessible by air or sea.


OOC: My delegation's plane landing in my first post, I forget to RP the landing approach and everything. Sorry for any confusion it caused.

"Show us the way Sergeant Cunningham." The Empress said. Derrick got out of the chopper carrying a bag and a suitcase. The Empress stretched as the Ptolemais soldiers turned around to lead them to the Great Hall.

Derrick looked at her and got a better grip on the bags. He felt so out of place not being inside a Pascrier (Shakal Word For Tank). He kept his eyes wide and surveyed the beautiful city not speaking a word.

"Papa Alpha Niner Niner Two Bravo, type B aerospace transition granted. Turn to heading 100 for landing on runway niner charlie, do you copy?"

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"Damn it"

"What?"

"The limo took the wrong turn and it seems that the Vetakans have boarded the Alexandria Express"

With that, Lieutenant Adamson ran across King Ptolemy Avenue and went into the station, looking for the Vetakans. Soon enough he was in the Alexandria Express and came across Ms Jones

"Ms. Jones, my apologies. The limo made an incorrect turn earlier and you have boarded the Alexandria Express - there is another Ms. Jones that is in first class on that train. We will need you to come with us across the road to the Parliament Buildings, where the Shakal delegation are already waiting for later this evening - the Station does not close for us until 4pm. You may think that the Express is impressive, but ma'am, our train is the best in the Empire."

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"Ms. Longtail, if you do not mind us calling you that, the customs form will be all - it is mainly regarding foodstuffs and plant materials; not so much weaponry. We do understand about the need to keep track of the weather; especially in Alberton - it is a very beautiful place; if it was summer and this conference were not occurring, you would be seeing surfers and people enjoying the beach as well as the history. It is certainly much better than the dreary weather down here. I have been told that there may be one day available for exploration; oh, don't worry about safety, the area will be shut off.

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"SSU PS-90A, turn to heading 265 and prepare to land on runway 27 lima, do you copy?"

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Sergeant Dasher and Sergeant Burns were making their way up to the Bradley Hotel in New Ulster Avenue. The Macabeean delegation had spent the night there as they had chosen to arrive earlier - to adjust, so the Sergeants were told. They were told that Room 2435-2440 was where their delegation could be found. Naturally, they were to escort them to the Parliament Buildings where everyone would mingle before the journey.

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Along with Sergeants Dasher and Burns were two other Sergeants - Sergeant Stock and Sergeant Fowler. The Whyatican delegation had also spent the night before the conference in Ptolemais. For the four Sergeants, New Ulster Avenue was much different to King Ptolemy Avenue - New Ulster Avenue had been left reasonably open to general traffic and the hustle of a Sunday could be heard - tram bells competiting with the sound of buses roaring and the hum of cars.

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"This is the vehicle of Mr. Burke I believe - you can go, however, don't forget these instructions. Turn left here and head onto Urban Route 24; at the Emperor George Helios Avenue turnoff, turn left and continue until turning right at Dolphin Road and proceed until you turn left into King Ptolemy Road - the big neo-gothic building on the left with the massive clock tower is the Parliament Building."

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Anna Morgan was nervously waiting along with the other four members of the Imperial Delegation. They had figured out that the Great Hall of Parliament would be the best place for everyone to gather; it was large enough to seat a thousand people in an official banquet, although today, it was more snacks of all types along with alcoholic and non-alcoholic beverages from the entire globe.

"Your Majesty, I believe. Welcome to Ptolemais, I hope that you have enjoyed your trip here and that you are impressed by what you have seen so far. Here is His Majesty the Emperor, next to him is James Ward, the Prime Minister, then the Leader of the Opposition Oliver Peterson and finally Victoria Hawke, the Opposition Trade and Customs Spokeswoman. The other delegates have not arrived yet, however, feel free to have a snack and a drink."

"Papa Alpha Niner Niner Two Bravo, type B aerospace transition granted. Turn to heading 100 for landing on runway niner charlie, do you copy?"

"Roger wilco Ptolemais Control. Heading 100, landing runway niner charlie."

The Cormorant landed with a screech on the perfectly black tarmac of Ptolemais International. Taxiing to the designated parking space, the whining of the engines gently came to a stop.

"Ma'am, guests, if you'd like to gather your things, we're just lowering the stairway now."

As Amee steps onto the tarmac, blinking furiously due to the change in light, she is aware of someone marching toward her. As this person isn't in the usual flourescent jacket, it can't be ground crew...

The Day of the Conference-
5:30 AM(Local Time)
Ptolemais International Airport

Commercial Flight 233 From Skibereen to Alexandrian Ptolemais via Standard international routes.

Dr. Halligan remained blissfully unaware of the mundane details of pilots landing in a commericial airport.

He sipped a cup of piss poor airline coffee laden with a fine Irysh whiskey (Skibereenian Distilled) that kept in a flask in his jacket.

"A great opportunity we have here, my friend, many governments we have as of yet no direct ties to economically."

His assistant merely nodded and continued on with the briefing of the registered delegates, and on cultural issues so that Dr.Halligan could avoid any 'flubs' which might cause him embarrassment, Dr.Halligan was a devil for details and he dispised men who took no effort to learn the foriegn culture...in his words "They choose to demonstrate a desire to remain stagnant and stupid".

It was Dr.Halligan's understanding a car would be picking them up from the airport.

As the plane taxied from the runway to the terminal the Dr. prepared hmself by straightening his suit, checking his shave, and reveiwing back the hours of cultural data that his dilligent assistant had been bracketing him with during the flight.

Halligan was one of those men who rarely needed to be told anything twice.

He and his assistant aquired their modest luggage and worked their way to where they might meet their drivers.

Minister Burke read over the economic data about the various nations taking part in this conference that his aides had prepared for him before they departed.

Soon after leaving the airport the two SUVs pulled up to the Parliament Building. Burke and his aides, laong with two guards got out, as the other two guards drove off to park the vehicles.

"Thank you very much." The Empress said politely. The Empress greeted the Ptolemais government officials as Derrick stood behind her and set the bags off to the side for the moment.

"You have a beautiful capital sir." Derrick said to the Emperor. "Although it cant compare to Shakal City." The Empress coughed and Derrick silenced himself. The pair wandered slowly over to the snacks and drinks.

"What was that?" The Empress whispered quietly to Derrick.

"I was just being honest." He said taking a piece of fruit and trying it. "Mmm. Much better than rations." He said in between bites.

"Remember, Diplomatic." Kristina Schraepl II said quietly. She scanned the drinks carefully. "Whats Chateau De Biblok?" She whispered looking at the bottle.

"Its obviously some sort of fine wine." Derrick said looking around the hall.

"I hope they have some less formal drinks." The Empress said setting down the bottle and looking for something more casual. She saw the bottle of plain Whiskey and laughed internally at how this would look.

"I thought we were supposed to be diplomatic." Derrick questioned.

"Ill just have a little." She said. Derrick rolled his eyes.

"Just make sure you do." He said going over to look out the window at the city. One hand behind his back the other leaning on the large windowframe. The Empress picked out the bottle and took a large drink. He worries way to much. She thought also going to observe the scenery.

Sergeant Bradley and Sergeant Burton were on the tarmac, watching the Pan-Arab Barronian delegation arriving at the airport

"Good morning, Amee; I am Sergeant Bradley, and this is Sergeant Burton. Excuse my poor manners, we were not briefed on your last name. If you would not mind filling out this customs form; mainly environmental stuff if you understand, and then coming with us to your limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings - there will be some snacks and various beverages and a chance to mingle and gather

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Sergeant Melrose and Sergeant Jenkins were scanning the Central Airport Terminal. Unlike the North Terminal, this terminal was busy due to all flights being diverted there. Before long, they came across a pair of men lugging around some baggage.

"Dr. Halligan and your assistant I believe. Good morning, I am Sergeant Melrose and this is Sergeant Jenkins. If you would not mind, we will help you with your bags. You have already done the customs clearance; that's good. If you would not mind coming with us to your limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings; there are some snacks and beverages there."

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Sergeant Hoffman and Sergeant Griffins were escorting the Tolvanian delegation.

"Well, Mr. Burke; here is the central rotunda - there are twelve paintings depicting the important points of the Empire's history here, from the landing right through to modern times. If you wouldn't mind coming down this passage, here is the portraits of the Emperors and Prime Ministers, and through that door is the Great Hall; where there are some snacks and some beverages."

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"Why thank you for the compliment. Of course, as they say, beauty is in the eye of the beholder; although I do have to admit that the capital has become run down in recent years; it is becoming more and more difficult to maintain the old buildings - it would involve closing down so many streets and so on - we can only do it in the Christmas holidays."

"Thank you Sargent," Dr. Halligan handed the Sargent a small bag, a simple black duffle. He retained a small black brief case "Papers, you understand." He said as made a mock gesture of clutching the briefcase to his chest.

He was older, though difficult to gauge as the man appear fit and kept a cleanly shaven head, the sargent could see the man be easily 60-70 years old. Though his eyes were very alert and very sharp a dark brown so as to be almost black and clearity to them that many men his age would not have.
He had the look of a soldier...(making an assumption of Sargent Here) Though Sargents Melrose and Jenkins had both been briefed and understood that Halligan was about as far from as soldier as one could be...so the display was perhaps a physical manifestation of focus and acumen.

Dr. Halligan's assistant Peter Mi'Koku was however an interesting contrast. The man was dark skinned, or rather he was nearly blue he was so black. The whites fo his were shown brightly as he surveyed the airport, according to the dossier on this man he had indeed been a soldier. An officer in what was Skibereen's ruling political party. He was retired, and while Dr. Halligan said he was not coming with a gaurd, it seemed unlikely that a former officer would take a job as an Economist's assistant...even the foremost Economist of a nation.

He was unlike the rumors of many of those of african descent from Skibereen a very short man, as far as men go. He was perhaps 5'6" maybe 5' 8". His build was slight, if a Black Skib could be guant this man certainly was. He was all sinew and bone. The sargent would notice immediately his flat knuckles, and crooked nose. His hair was cut short and it revealed a web of scars across the man head. His fore arms were exposed as the man wore more casual clothing then the Dr.(A custom in Skibereen--Assistants never out dress there employer no matter how casual he dresses-I doubt your soldiers would know that) his exposed fore arms were a patch work of defensive wounds, and what appeared to be deliberately placed scars to form elaborate patterns.

Peter spoke "Excuse me, I will carry the Doctor's bags. That is part of my job." his accent was thick, a mixture of West African dialects and Gaelic, with what seemed a touch of French. He was not rude or harsh of tone but there did seem to be a resoluteness to the statement.

...of course, no gaurd was ask to have his hands full, so there went that theory...

"Peter, we have spent several hours going over the various cultural idiosycracies we might encounter. You see Sargent, in Skibereen if someone is doing their job, you never offer to help. It is considered an insult. If Peter and I were on vacation then he would certainly hand the bags, but he veiws the bags at this point as his responsibility. Giving them over to you would be giving over his responsibilities to another man..." the Professor looked amused "Most men in Skibereen would rather lose a hand then fail to up hold their perceived responsibilities."

The Assistant Peter only held his bags and his position, and said "Yes".

Once the luggage was placed into the man's hands and on his shoulders they made their way to the limo.

Both Dr. Halligan and Mr. Mi'Koku were very impressed with the lack of Security around the airport. As they exited the building they took a moment to look around at the people and the scenery.

"You see Sargent in Skibereen a military presence is required to form a parameter around the airports...opposition politics in Skibereen is dangerous enough that it is very common for aircraft to be shot down, by other parties.

As well as on the street, the National Police Force would more then likely be more like your National Gaurd or equivalent, for the equal of my position from this nation to go to Skibereen he would ride in a limo with close air support and no less then an Army Company as an escort.
For someone of more importance, I could only hazard a guess. It is always pleasant to be in a place where there is not a bullseye on my companion's back. I luckily am not a target of political rivalries, because of my opposition to the entire system. However Mr. Mi'Koku would be a prised head on any man's wall."

With that last statement the assistant's face split wide in a smile of bright white teeth as began to speak of fighting opposition forces and laugh through the retelling.

They entered the limo with Peter Mi'Koku explaining the scars that were received involuntarily.

Sergeant Bradley and Sergeant Burton were on the tarmac, watching the Pan-Arab Barronian delegation arriving at the airport.

"Good morning, Amee; I am Sergeant Bradley, and this is Sergeant Burton. Excuse my poor manners, we were not briefed on your last name. If you would not mind filling out this customs form; mainly environmental stuff if you understand, and then coming with us to your limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings - there will be some snacks and various beverages and a chance to mingle and gather

"Of course. It's really no problem, by the way, although my surname is Melisande. It's a pleasure to meet you, by the way. This is one of our Economic Junior Ministers, Mister Steven Nash. And our guard, Lance-General Robert Fallows."

Following the customs form carefully (as she was used to doing), Amee added the relevant details - name, country of origin, etc - and handed it back to Sergeant Bradley.

"So, gentlemen, lead the way. Care to tell me a little more about Alexandrian Ptolemais while we walk?"

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"Ms. Longtail, if you do not mind us calling you that, the customs form will be all - it is mainly regarding foodstuffs and plant materials; not so much weaponry. We do understand about the need to keep track of the weather; especially in Alberton - it is a very beautiful place; if it was summer and this conference were not occurring, you would be seeing surfers and people enjoying the beach as well as the history. It is certainly much better than the dreary weather down here. I have been told that there may be one day available for exploration; oh, don't worry about safety, the area will be shut off.

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This pair seemed odd to Secretary Longtail. They missed my 'weather' reference completely; typical, typical human asssumptions. But then again, they caught the safety precautions right, so hmm... She decided to let the matter drop. "Nothing to declare, except for perhaps sufficient credit and debit cards to buy whatever of the articles you mentioned needed here, ha ha!" She guffawed at that. "I agree we should be on. After you, officers." The delegation picked up its few bags and decided to make haste. Preparing a presentation on Wagdog's trade policies within the context of its avowed 'market socialism' to please the Allanean representatives present; or at least keep them from denouncing as 'communist vermin' who were actually among their better customers as far as she knew simply because of the war against New Nicksyllvania. They especially better not use that phrase on me! Her body language would betray a wounded thought, although hopefully not why or over what, as she ambled towards the officers with the aides and security in tow...

Sergeant Melrose carefully took the small bag, while Sergeant Jenkins continued with the conversation.

"Apologies if we insulted you; our briefings have been extremely brief and there has been little talk of cultural customs - we have been told to be as non-insulting as possible."

"Alright, that is interesting - about Skibereen I mean. Here, the worst that opposition politics gets to is a few insults here and there; the last people that screamed revolution were the Communist Party and thank goodness they disappeared into oblivion - not much reason for us to be highly concerned about security. Also, don't be mistaken, although you may not see the police here, they have quite a presence - not so much in the outer suburbs, but definitely in the inner city; they are pretty friendly though, not only do they stop criminals, but they also act as "city ambassadors," telling people when the next tram is coming or something like that. I must admit Mr. Mi'Koku that life is not as interesting here; this is the toughest real life exercise I have gone through and that is after 23 years in the army."

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Sergeant Bradley handed the form over to the customs officer and started talking about the Empire while walking to the limo

"Well, Ms. Melisande, if you don't mind me calling you that, the Empire was discovered back in the late 1600s. The first settlement was not far from here, Old Ptolemais - you would have probably seen it on the approach into Ptolemais. A few years later, on the other coast, the settlement of Alexandria was founded; hence the name. The colony, as it was known then, slowly grew and we got self government in 1704. About sixty years later, we were cast out into the big wide world of independence and have not looked back since. We have, admittedly, been almost hermit like in our approach to international politics; war has been largely avoided, and of course we have signed few international agreements or anything like that.

Anyways, back to the little background discussion; in 1848, King George Helios ascended the throne and he was the founder of the Empire; some outer regions were slowly annexed and eventually we ended up with this gigantic Empire. He was also obsessed with greatness and it was under his reign that modern Ptolemais was built; he was also the founder of Empire Railways and for the first time, all the settlements of the Empire were connected - you can still see the independent streak though from some administrators in the regions. The centre of the city is still in essentially its original format, most of the skyscrapers are to the north - no buildings in the city centre can be demolished by law; and given that government departments and big firms mostly occupy them, who would want to?

Well, here is the limo - we will be taking you to Parliament Buildings where everyone is gathering."

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"Well Ms. Longtail, a few debit and credit cards are perfectly fine here - we need more people willing to spend money here. I must warn you that the Gold Denarius is very strong - a Gold Denarius can buy about 150 to 200 of them American Dollars on the best of days; it is all because of our old link to gold. You wouldn’t want to spend too much – the selection of almanacs we will show to you cost about four to six sesterces; and for that matter, we use a very unusual currency system – ten drachma make one sesterce and twenty of them make up a Gold Denarius."

The group slowly made their way to the limo.

OOC: Sorry my mistake I mis read the post. Ive had that much on in RL lately. Please assume my delegation made it to the Parliment buildings.

OOC: Not a problem

IC: The two guards accompanied Ms. Jones through the passages that led to the Great Hall of Parliament; soon enough, they were inside the Great Hall.

"I presume that this is Ms. Jones; nice to meet you. Welcome to Ptolemais, I hope that you have enjoyed your trip here and that you are impressed by what you have seen so far. Here is His Majesty the Emperor, next to him is James Ward, the Prime Minister, then the Leader of the Opposition Oliver Peterson and finally Victoria Hawke, the Opposition Trade and Customs Spokeswoman, and of course I am Anna Morgan. You are the second delegation here today, the Shakal delegation is over there by the window, and the Wagdog delegation is on their way. There are a few snacks and beverages for your enjoyment."

Dr. Halligan opened the brief case and began going through notes, and over graphs...He simply nodded as his Assistant spoke.

"I apologize for my behavior." Mr. MI'Koku smiled still. "There is a great many differences I am certain between our cultures and my primary responsibilty is cultural awareness now. However, in our society...particularly that of the Soldier in Skibereen there rules of protocol which become instictual. Adhering to aspects of honor is one of them."

Dr. Halligan looked up over a piece of paper " Peter is being specific about soldiering as jab at me, I am, and have always been a scholar. I spent my mandatory year of civil service working in the Finance Ministry. In my day as in Peter's that was considered woman's work. Men were not assistants or clerks...this of course was just a stereotype...but one that stings me none the less."

Peter Mi'Koku looked at the Dr with his smile still on, "Yes, but while you were doing what you did and I was doing what i did you were rooming yourself to help reconstruct our nation. I was merely fighting. You are the one who has more face Dr. Halligan, not I."

Peter clapped his hands together to make a note that the conversation had shifted. "But Sargents, I apologize for rambling on with the war stories of an old man. I tell you this it is blessing that you thus far have none to tell. Thanks to men like Dr. Halligan the next Generation of Skibereenians will have less to tell then mine. You see opposition parties in Skibereen are not revolutionaries, the political system is driven not only by votes but by might.

My particular Faction, or Party in parlance of the age is the party that installed Democracy to Skibereen. It has been a democracy for just over two decades. So while tourism is flourishing, and manufacturing ...there is still much work to be done. Luckily we have men like Dr. Halligan who defy the Skibereenian covnetions of beating what is in your to death, to modernizing our political structure. The same men that today still have an army poised against our government..." he laughed " Hold seats in Congress now, it is an amazing thing that I now sit with Dr. Halligan in the offices of men whom I had once hunted like pigs with understood intention of killing...and they thought that of me. It can make for awkward lunch conversation." He giggled this time like a child. Then he drew up his composure and only a slim smile traced his face "Do not mistake what we say about you city as us judging it as weak. We behold a place like this as a goal. As a thing to strive for, it is almost impossible to find a boy the age of 16 who hasnt seen a killing, and most have done the killing. Our nation is hard, however, I think that aspect of it is the least interesting. One need only look at my career change to know I mean that." His small smile did fade as looked out the window.

"Ptolemais International Airport, this is SSU PS-90A. Heading 265 and preparing to land on runway 27 lima."
Radioded the Pilot.

After a smooth landing maneuver, the pilot decrease the speed and taxed into its designated parking space.

"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Ptolemais. If you would like to gather your bags, we are lowering the stairway and in a few moments you will be able to board the limo."
Reported the Pilot.

"Ok, lets get out of here. As soon as you go out, sir, please board the limo as fast as you can." Ordered Sgt. Yuri.

"Of course Mr. Mi'Koku, it is pleasing to know that our Empire can be something to aspire to. About the only major complaints about the Empire is the fact that it tends to be a one-party democracy; don't get me wrong, the opposition has very strong rights and is not oppressed, it is just that the Nationalists are rarely seen outside of the Treasury benches; the last time they were in opposition was twenty years ago. At least it is good that things are changing in Skibereen; our Empire suffered, albeit many years ago, chaos. We had a regency and even after the King came of age (back then we were a kingdom), the regents still had control. Naturally, they gave a lot of power to their cronies in the regions and we nearly collapsed in Civil War, fortunately, a few years later, King George Helios the Great came to the throne and restored order to this land; that was over 150 years ago of course. There is still a great deal of respect associated to the man; my great-grandfather even met him before he died, and he told me about the experience when I was young.

Anyways, here is the limo that will take us to the Parliament Buildings; you will be meeting the other delegates there before this evenings journey."

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Sergeant Baird and Sergeant McGee were waiting at the terminal as the Socialist States Union made their way through

"Excuse me sir, I believe your group is part of the Socialist States Union delegation, correct? Excuse my poor manners, we were not briefed on names that well; I am Sergeant Baird and this is Sergeant McGee by the way. If you wouldn't mind filling out this customs form, it is all to do with plant stuffs, food, that sort of thing, and welcome to the Empire."

"Don't worry Sgt. I'm used to bad manners." Said Petrovsky.
"Sir, you have to fill out these forms to enter Ptolemais." Said his PA.

"Oh damn, I hate those forms, -Writes- ok Done."

"Ok let's go to the limo now, I'm tired of this plane." Said Petrovsky.

Sergeant Bradley handed the form over to the customs officer and started talking about the Empire while walking to the limo

"Well, Ms. Melisande, if you don't mind me calling you that, the Empire was discovered back in the late 1600s. The first settlement was not far from here, Old Ptolemais - you would have probably seen it on the approach into Ptolemais. A few years later, on the other coast, the settlement of Alexandria was founded; hence the name. The colony, as it was known then, slowly grew and we got self government in 1704. About sixty years later, we were cast out into the big wide world of independence and have not looked back since. We have, admittedly, been almost hermit like in our approach to international politics; war has been largely avoided, and of course we have signed few international agreements or anything like that.

Anyways, back to the little background discussion; in 1848, King George Helios ascended the throne and he was the founder of the Empire; some outer regions were slowly annexed and eventually we ended up with this gigantic Empire. He was also obsessed with greatness and it was under his reign that modern Ptolemais was built; he was also the founder of Empire Railways and for the first time, all the settlements of the Empire were connected - you can still see the independent streak though from some administrators in the regions. The centre of the city is still in essentially its original format, most of the skyscrapers are to the north - no buildings in the city centre can be demolished by law; and given that government departments and big firms mostly occupy them, who would want to?

Well, here is the limo - we will be taking you to Parliament Buildings where everyone is gathering."


"Well, Sergeant, I'm certainly impressed with your knowledge of your city, which, I might add, is very beautiful. It shall certainly be a pleasure staying here."

Amee and her aide stepped into the limousine. The guard was last, in his navy-blue government protection Officers Dress uniform. He stopped merely to give Sergeant Bradley a cold look, before he clambered into the limousine himself.

As the limousine pulled away from the curb, heading toward the Parliament buildings, they observed the unique Ptolemais architecture. Mixed in with the skyscrapers, it left you with a feeling of admiration that they did their utmost not to get rid of these amazing buildings.

Soon enough, the limousine came to a halt. The driver opened the door, and Amee stepped out, and immediately headed toward the door, with only a short "thankyou" to the driver. Now it was time for business - meeting and greeting had to be done properly.

"Some more delgates are here." Derrick said. His genetically modified hearing picked up the noise of the viechle far earlier than most.

"Then lets go meet them." The Empress said turning from the papaers they had brought.

"Your the Empress." He said following behind her ever looking at the many directions a threat could come from. As they headed for the front entrance Derrick felt a vibration in his pocket and took out his cell phone. On it was a text message that read Shakal War With Black Panthers 2 Derrick sighed and put away the phone before continueing after the Empress.

OOC: Sorry my mistake I mis read the post. Ive had that much on in RL lately. Please assume my delegation made it to the Parliment buildings.
OOC: I don't know the route, so could you do something similar with my delegation AP? Ideally in time to chat up the Vetakan delegation as well as pay respects to His Imperial Majesty, of course.;)

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OOC: Sorry about the delay in that; RL issues have come up recently (had to do plenty of house work and I got myself a couple of lengthy shifts this weekend). I think I will also TG the other nations involved

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"Mr. Petrovsky, thank you for filling out these forms, you understand. If you would not mind coming with us to the limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings."

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Sergeants Bradley and Burton escorted the Pan-Arab Barronian through the Parliamentary Chambers right to the Great Hall, where the members of the government, along with the delegations of Shakal and Vetaka were already waiting

"Good morning Ms. Melisande, welcome to the Empire and I trust that the two sergeants have treated you well. I am Anna Morgan, this is His Majesty the Emperor, next to him is James Ward, the Prime Minister, then the Leader of the Opposition Oliver Peterson and finally Victoria Hawke, the Opposition Trade and Customs Spokeswoman. The Vetakan and Shakal delegations are floating about, and there are some snacks and beverages of all kinds for your enjoyment. The train will be at the Central Station this afternoon.

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OOC: Wagdog, feel free to assume that your limo makes it to Parliament Buildings; all our drivers know the best routes to the important buildings.

OOC: Sorry about the delay in that; RL issues have come up recently (had to do plenty of house work and I got myself a couple of lengthy shifts this weekend). I think I will also TG the other nations involved

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"Mr. Petrovsky, thank you for filling out these forms, you understand. If you would not mind coming with us to the limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings."

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Sergeants Bradley and Burton escorted the Pan-Arab Barronian through the Parliamentary Chambers right to the Great Hall, where the members of the government, along with the delegations of Shakal and Vetaka were already waiting

"Good morning Ms. Melisande, welcome to the Empire and I trust that the two sergeants have treated you well. I am Anna Morgan, this is His Majesty the Emperor, next to him is James Ward, the Prime Minister, then the Leader of the Opposition Oliver Peterson and finally Victoria Hawke, the Opposition Trade and Customs Spokeswoman. The Vetakan and Shakal delegations are floating about, and there are some snacks and beverages of all kinds for your enjoyment. The train will be at the Central Station this afternoon.

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OOC: Wagdog, feel free to assume that your limo makes it to Parliament Buildings; all our drivers know the best routes to the important buildings.
OOC: Very well.:D Time to meet His Majesty and say hi to some allies...
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Her delegation in tow, moving quickly so as not to miss the Vetakan delegation already there, the Wagdoggie delegation entered the Great Hall. After arriving, the women in the delegation all curtsied properly (even the power-woman Straw, thanks to some pointed words from Secretary Longtail just before entering the Great Hall) and the men bowed.
"Your Imperial Majesty, honored courtiers and our fellow guests in this truly beautiful country, it is our humblest pleasure to be at this esteemed trade conference by Imperial invitation." She controlled her body language as well as any homochimera or wereperson could, which was quite well in fact. She truly felt honored to be here, and wanted that fact made visibly plain to even the most blinkered anti-communist in the room.
Rising, Celine Longtail looked first His Majesty and then Anna Morgan straight in the eyes while greeting them and saying, "Despite our nations' obvious differences Your Majesty, Miss Morgan, a belief in the efficacy of the market as a means to whatever end is something I can say with confidence that we share. I am here with not merely the official charge of developing that understanding, but a personal goal to that effect of my own. And in fact..." the vote was still pending, but it was either on the National People's Congress floor or would be soon. "There is legislation pending in our National People's Congress even now that you should all find most interesting, concerning a slight adjustment in what privileges our State industries receive as incentives to attract the same quality of entrepeneurial skill as the private sector; a must if a 'Socialist Market Economy' is to be genuinely-competitive and anything more than just a mere slogan, yes?" Secretary Longtail gave a slightly feral grin as she awaited the Imperial and other delegations' reactions to her little teaser, while her junior aide Deckes looked ashen; contemplating a nigh-unstoppable economic reform he found repugnant for no other reason than simple ideological immaturity...

The members of the host delegation were waiting in the Great Hall of Parliament, and Anna Morgan was rather nervous. Nervous about what she knew about the Wagdoggie delegation; she had kept the information about their guests true nature under wraps and only four people knew about their true identity. As far as everyone else was concerned, they were just normal people. No matter, all precautions had been made and reasonable enough reasons had been made about all the discrepancies.

Your Imperial Majesty, honored courtiers and our fellow guests in this truly beautiful country, it is our humblest pleasure to be at this esteemed trade conference by Imperial invitation.

"It is brilliant to have you here, Ms. Longtail," said the Emperor, as he politely kissed her hand. "There are some snacks and beverages of all kinds in this room, I hope you enjoy them."


Despite our nations' obvious differences Your Majesty, Miss Morgan, a belief in the efficacy of the market as a means to whatever end is something I can say with confidence that we share. I am here with not merely the official charge of developing that understanding, but a personal goal to that effect of my own. And in fact... There is legislation pending in our National People's Congress even now that you should all find most interesting, concerning a slight adjustment in what privileges our State industries receive as incentives to attract the same quality of entrepeneurial skill as the private sector; a must if a 'Socialist Market Economy' is to be genuinely-competitive and anything more than just a mere slogan, yes?

"Ms. Longtail, it is always very interesting to see every nations differences; as you can probably guess, we are polar opposites - any bill that would see the nationalisation of any firm would cause an uproar in the country. At least we both know the importance of entrepreneurship and the importance of advancing forward. I always found command and control economic policies interesting when I studied my Commerce Degree those few years ago."

In some ways, Anna Morgan was very unusual; it was odd to see someone as young as her in Parliament, let alone as a Minister in Cabinet - those were the benefits that having an aristocratic father provided; indeed a well respected family name - the Morgans were some of the wealthiest people in the Empire and a full seven generations of them had been linked into politics somehow as well as being Dukes of Ormiston. However, more important things needed to be talked about

"Ms. Longtail, I believe you were looking for an almanac. The government bookshop has brought a selection of three almanacs for your viewing. We have the following

"The 2007 Almanac for all parts of the Empire," that is a mere eight sesterces and gives general information; you know, sun moon and tides for the major centres

we also have

"The New Munster, New Ulster and New Leinster General Almanac for 2007," that is five sesterces and is like the all parts of the Empire Almanac; except it covers wider regions instead of specific centres

we also have

"The 2007 Detailed Almanac," only eleven sesterces and that includes all centres with a population greater than 100,000 as well as region by region details; again, just the basic sun; moon and tides, as well as an attempt at weather forecasting.

Just to warn you Ms. Longtail, these books can get heavy, 1500 pages of information is quite a lot."

The members of the host delegation were waiting in the Great Hall of Parliament, and Anna Morgan was rather nervous. Nervous about what she knew about the Wagdoggie delegation; she had kept the information about their guests true nature under wraps and only four people knew about their true identity. As far as everyone else was concerned, they were just normal people. No matter, all precautions had been made and reasonable enough reasons had been made about all the discrepancies.



"It is brilliant to have you here, Ms. Longtail," said the Emperor, as he politely kissed her hand. "There are some snacks and beverages of all kinds in this room, I hope you enjoy them."




"Ms. Longtail, it is always very interesting to see every nations differences; as you can probably guess, we are polar opposites - any bill that would see the nationalisation of any firm would cause an uproar in the country. At least we both know the importance of entrepreneurship and the importance of advancing forward. I always found command and control economic policies interesting when I studied my Commerce Degree those few years ago."

In some ways, Anna Morgan was very unusual; it was odd to see someone as young as her in Parliament, let alone as a Minister in Cabinet - those were the benefits that having an aristocratic father provided; indeed a well respected family name - the Morgans were some of the wealthiest people in the Empire and a full seven generations of them had been linked into politics somehow as well as being Dukes of Ormiston. However, more important things needed to be talked about

"Ms. Longtail, I believe you were looking for an almanac. The government bookshop has brought a selection of three almanacs for your viewing. We have the following

"The 2007 Almanac for all parts of the Empire," that is a mere eight sesterces and gives general information; you know, sun moon and tides for the major centres

we also have

"The New Munster, New Ulster and New Leinster General Almanac for 2007," that is five sesterces and is like the all parts of the Empire Almanac; except it covers wider regions instead of specific centres

we also have

"The 2007 Detailed Almanac," only eleven sesterces and that includes all centres with a population greater than 100,000 as well as region by region details; again, just the basic sun; moon and tides, as well as an attempt at weather forecasting.

Just to warn you Ms. Longtail, these books can get heavy, 1500 pages of information is quite a lot."
"Indeed we see the importance of those things, Your Majesty. I can't be too specific since the measure is still making its way to a full 'Call for The Question' as they say, but it would make the tax benefits our state-owned enterprises receive each year directly proportional to profit; unlike the current prorated categories of five, ten or twenty percent breaks that a business may receive. If a business runs a loss, this turns into a tax penalty of equal proportion to the loss then, naturally." Secretary Longtail's tone became slightly feral at that mention, though no more so than merely an overzealous saleswoman's perhaps.
"In general, our form of Socialism prefers to aggressively manipulate taxes or subsidies and other financial levers to control the economy indirectly; rather than resort to the known vagaries of command economics and rationing. Currently, the only industries we have that function on classically-Red lines are in the public utilities, media and military sectors; for obvious reasons of ensuring their guaranteed function even in the worst of circumstances for the private sector." She smirked awkwardly, hoping that her country's honest attempts to inject some entrepeneurial spirit into Socialism didn't appear merely 'corrupt' to His Majesty; much less like talking back or anything...
"Miss Morgan, thank you so very much for these purchases..." Secretary Longtail was relieved that somebody had caught her meaning way back there at the tarmac. "I'll need the forecasting attempts, so the 2007 Detailed edition will have to do. You can simply charge the eleven sesterces to my Wagging Funds Bank VISA debit," she produced the red card, with a stylized tail pattern even though no canine was drawn on the plastic, "with the number shown." She gave Miss Morgan time to take down the card number. "Fifteen-hundred pages is about what I have to deal with on an ordinary day at my office in the Palace of the Revolution, so it's nothing I'm not used to; and everything worthwhile considering how heavily the weather here factors into my plans." She was casual, measured, and level in mentioning that. Again, no point in alarming the Imperial Family and the other delegatons at all now...

Indeed we see the importance of those things, Your Majesty. I can't be too specific since the measure is still making its way to a full 'Call for The Question' as they say, but it would make the tax benefits our state-owned enterprises receive each year directly proportional to profit; unlike the current prorated categories of five, ten or twenty percent breaks that a business may receive. If a business runs a loss, this turns into a tax penalty of equal proportion to the loss then, naturally.

"Alright, I understand about the lack of specifics, most of the laws I have to sign are described to me in brief; I have to go through about a thousand laws a year. It would be interesting to see what happens within Wagdog when this proposal goes through."

His Majesty had noticed that Ms. Longtail had become more excited, although of course His Majesty was used to excited politicians.

In general, our form of Socialism prefers to aggressively manipulate taxes or subsidies and other financial levers to control the economy indirectly; rather than resort to the known vagaries of command economics and rationing. Currently, the only industries we have that function on classically-Red lines are in the public utilities, media and military sectors; for obvious reasons of ensuring their guaranteed function even in the worst of circumstances for the private sector.

"Alright, that is very interesting. Indeed, that was similar to the policies that were once advocated by our old Communist Party - that was their only way to get votes in this country. I have never had any bias about economic policies, as the Constitution specifies, I am to advise and warn without excessively interfering in politics."

His Majesty was always interested in what overseas delegates had to say and was far more relaxed; indeed, as the years had progressed, he cared less about protocol and more about what people had to say; even if it seemed rude.

Miss Morgan, thank you so very much for these purchases...I'll need the forecasting attempts, so the 2007 Detailed edition will have to do. You can simply charge the eleven sesterces to my Wagging Funds Bank VISA debit...Fifteen-hundred pages is about what I have to deal with on an ordinary day at my office in the Palace of the Revolution, so it's nothing I'm not used to; and everything worthwhile considering how heavily the weather here factors into my plans

"Not a problem Ms. Longtail; the other almanacs can be packed away. I will get the bookshop to charge it through manually, so it should not be a problem. Also, I have to warn you about our very strong currency; just so we don't get any complaints when the bill comes through. Don't worry about the fifteen hundred pages, I once had to read an Empire Railways development proposal that was three thousand pages long with seven hundred maps. Due to our sheer size, documents have to sometimes be quite long; along with other things."

"I can also understand how the weather factors into your plans," Anna Morgan stated, while discretely winking "the Alberton area is very beautiful and sunny this time of year."

Morgan knew how important it was to be discrete about her knowledge. Better to deceive everyone than cause a massive panic.

"Alright, I understand about the lack of specifics, most of the laws I have to sign are described to me in brief; I have to go through about a thousand laws a year. It would be interesting to see what happens within Wagdog when this proposal goes through."

His Majesty had noticed that Ms. Longtail had become more excited, although of course His Majesty was used to excited politicians.



"Alright, that is very interesting. Indeed, that was similar to the policies that were once advocated by our old Communist Party - that was their only way to get votes in this country. I have never had any bias about economic policies, as the Constitution specifies, I am to advise and warn without excessively interfering in politics."

His Majesty was always interested in what overseas delegates had to say and was far more relaxed; indeed, as the years had progressed, he cared less about protocol and more about what people had to say; even if it seemed rude.



"Not a problem Ms. Longtail; the other almanacs can be packed away. I will get the bookshop to charge it through manually, so it should not be a problem. Also, I have to warn you about our very strong currency; just so we don't get any complaints when the bill comes through. Don't worry about the fifteen hundred pages, I once had to read an Empire Railways development proposal that was three thousand pages long with seven hundred maps. Due to our sheer size, documents have to sometimes be quite long; along with other things."

"I can also understand how the weather factors into your plans," Anna Morgan stated, while discretely winking "the Alberton area is very beautiful and sunny this time of year."

Morgan knew how important it was to be discrete about her knowledge. Better to deceive everyone than cause a massive panic.
OOC: AP, check your TGs please. Thanks.:) Oh, and I'm referring here to the fact that I RP my country's undeletion as the reason I have supernaturals in my citizenry. I still haven't decided on the precise timeframe (definitely NOT 80+ years as I first thought, since most here seem to go with it being 2K7) for Wagdog's original founding, but I think I'm getting close (probably during the RL Nixon Administration); and it will overlap with my Earth of Suspension and Succession timeline elsewhere when I do decide.
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"Wonderful to hear that!" Morgan's comment had restored some discretion to the situation after all. Finally. "All the better to see the Empire's beauty at its best.
"A thousand laws to look over a year, Your Majesty?" Of course, the Empire was a much larger nation than Wagdog was, but still. "Well, that certainly is a majestic effort for sure. Our legislature gets about three-quarters of that done I'll admit, although it takes longer and usually results in a high veto rate from our General Secretary since our parties are much more extremely divided against each other and take it out on him in their bills.
"In any case, we're glad to hear that your old Communist Party had the same attack of principle that we did once our economic reforms began some three decades ago. Stagnation helps nobody, as we learned amid the chaos surrounding our... re-emergence," another delicate topic best left alone if possible, "some three decades ago. That's really the essence of why we're here. Now if we may be excused Your Majesty," Secretary Longtail curtsied and was promptly followed in doing so or bowing by the delegation, "might the Vetakan delegation still be present? We'd like to pool our positions as much as possible since we're sure they'll be fairly close, and in any case skipping out on them would be unbearably rude between such friends as our two nations are..." Hopefully her standing anxiety about that wasn't too much of a giveaway the more-opposed delegations could take note and advantage of. I'm supposed to be the only predator here after all; well, literally-speaking anyway...

Is it too late for me to RP, I kind of went on holiday and could not go on to the internet

Is it too late for me to RP, I kind of went on holiday and could not go on to the internet

Nope, we are still going through the introduction. Just land your plane or dock your ship and we will take you to Parliament Buildings where everyone is meeting for the introductory bit

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"A thousand laws to look over a year, Your Majesty?" Of course, the Empire was a much larger nation than Wagdog was, but still. "Well, that certainly is a majestic effort for sure. Our legislature gets about three-quarters of that done I'll admit, although it takes longer and usually results in a high veto rate from our General Secretary since our parties are much more extremely divided against each other and take it out on him in their bills.

"Of course it is a majestic effort; Parliament usually meets for thirty weeks a year during the winter and most nights, I am up extremely late just signing laws. I have been fortunate that I have not needed to veto a law since the 1980s; some Labour Party proposal that would have seen the migrant floodgates open - I still wonder how that got through the Executive Council. Even more amazing is that these laws get through the dual chambers; if a bill was to start debate at the beginning of the Parliamentary session in March, it would usually only be law at the end of it in October - it can cause problems especially with the dozens of bills to do with roading projects and railway projects. Naturally there is not so much division in the Empire due to the sheer dominance of the Nationalists; through the 20th Century, they were only out of office for twelve years."

"In any case, we're glad to hear that your old Communist Party had the same attack of principle that we did once our economic reforms began some three decades ago. Stagnation helps nobody, as we learned amid the chaos surrounding our... re-emergence," another delicate topic best left alone if possible, "some three decades ago. That's really the essence of why we're here. Now if we may be excused Your Majesty,"

"Not so much an attack of principle Ms. Longtail, but panic amongst the left. The nineties were a very bad time for the left; they faced infighting that was unbelievable. The left had finally consolidated back in the sixties and the Communists had been marginalised; Labour had steadily climbed until they were the government again in 1984 - it was actually that term in office that really messed up everything later on, a very interesting story I must say.

You see, Ms. Longtail, the Executive Council has to approve all bills and membership is hereditary; at the time the Nationalists had a 2:1 dominance of the chamber, and 75% of the bills that were thrown at them were sent right back - the 1986 Budget only passed because I had to intervene.

The revolutionaries, as the Communists were now called within the Labour Party, were naturally not impressed with this and attempted to get a bill that would have seen the end of hereditary membership of the Executive Council. The revolutionaries had only 109 of the 244 Labour seats and the bill did not even make it to debate. Surprisingly though, they had dominance over party administration due to their dominance of what unions the Empire did have. Expressing their complete disgust at the situation, they managed to get the unions to go on a general strike beginning in October of 1986; and boy did that cause chaos - the Railways were operating at half-services and commuter services here were generally packed - all government departments had to alter their working hours.

The Nationalists of course wanted debate on this issue, even though Parliament had risen for Christmas. Labour would not budge though, and for a month, this general strike continued; and an impase situation was created. The Communists were threatening not to take their seats in Parliament until their demands were at least debated, and the Nationalists were threatening to not show up to Parliament at all unless debate was brought out immediately.

Then comes the Conservative Alliance; they decided to plan a merger with the Nationalists - not only that, but they would co-operate with the not showing up to Parliament - essentially Parliament would not be able to open as the Executive Council quorum would not be met. Their poll ratings went through the roof and we were now facing either the possibility of a no-confidence vote, or an election being forced due to the session being unable to start; it was with much urgency I had to open Parliament the week before Christmas and the revolutionaries as well as the Communist Party were refusing to take their seats. Enter the Alexandrian Ptolemais Coalition; the party with the balance of power, were now going to abstain from the no-confidence vote - that would have destroyed the government as the numbers would have been tied - if, of course, the Communists pitched up. Needless to say, a few minutes before the bells stopped ringing for the division, all the revolutionaries and all the Communist Party members walked in the ayes lobby and one of the AP Coalition members also walked through - by one vote the government had been saved.

Needless to say, the revolutionaries were annoyed - they threatened to make Labour pay, however, the damage had been done - the Labour Party had been placed back into opposition. However, the revolutionaries still had one card up their sleeve - they had stacked the party list and electorates with people friendly to them; especially the environmental lobby.

That is where things got interesting; in 1989, the environmentalists split and formed the Green Party - now the left was split back into two again. To make matters worse for the revolutionaries, they had lost their dominance of the Labour Party machine. A year later, they left the Labour Party and became members of the Communist Party - now the left was in disarray.

Needless to say, the 1992 election was interesting, Ms. Longtail. We had three left wing parties that hated each other's guts, and the government had been racked with allegations. Yet again we ended up with a marginal government, however, we now had three left-wing parties in the House that were out there to destroy each other; and boy did they hinder each other.

Poll after poll suggested that they could form a government, however, they never won elections. 2000 was particularly bad and the Communists, realising that so long as the conflicts remained, they would never enter government again, decided to merge with the Labour Party in 2001. Needless to say, even twenty years on, people still harbour suspicions of the Communists after what happened with the General Strike.

Ms. Longtail, not a problem; I believe the Vetakans are over by the painting "The First Parliament" by the Lower House Chamber doors. Sorry about holding you so long with my story from the past."

Derrick watched the Wagdog delegates get a virtual history lesson from there hosts. He was interested by Socialism. It was an ideal that the Shakal had used for centuries, maybe not in economics, but in the rights of the people. Even the Empress had a set of laws that had to be followed. She continued to read over the many papers that had been wired to her and rolled her eyes when Derrick sat down across from her.

"Thats why Im glad all I have to do is make sure you dont go getting killed." He said. The Empress just kept looking at the papers absorbing the information. "Im interested in the Wagdog delegates here. If we manage to get a trade agreement it will help the rebuild the industries in Cyrennia."

"I know." The Empress said. "You almost seem excited." She added looking up at him.

"I guess you could say I am. Now the question is, wait for them to greet us or go greet them?" Derrick asked. So far the two had been largly ignored by the other delegates arriving at the building.

"I think that once we get home Ill issue a national holiday. This 'Work' stuff is way to hard.'' She said flipping to the next page. Derrick nodded in agreement and smiled. I just realized, she hasnt had to work very hard. Derrick laughed inwardly. That reminds me. I have to give Samantha a birthday present. Last years had been a Omega Class shp named after her. Derrick figured it would be damn hard to top that. Maybe an apple pie and a $50 bill will do the trick this year. His mind began to wander as her reclined in his chair awaiting the point at which the other delegates curiousity would get the better of them.

Oliver Peterson, the Leader of the Opposition within the Empire, decided that he was sick of old wounds being brought up - he had been a backbench MP when all this strife occurred and it had been his job to put it all in the past. Anyways, he always found fellow left-wingers interesting company, and decided to walk over to where the Shakal delegation were

"Hello, I am Oliver Peterson, nice to meet you ma'am, I hope you are finding this interesting."

Sorry for the interuption but I would like to invite all of you to the International Garage Sale

"Hello Mr Peterson. My Name is Kristina Schraepl II." She apsued and pointed at Derrick. "And this is my husband and Head Of My Guards Derrick Braun." She introduced him.

"Greeting Mr Peterson." Derrick shook the mans hand. "I hope that everyone will be here soon and this business can be dealt with."

"Excuse his blunt nature." The Empress Said. "He is a military man. I am fairly sur ethat you know what that entails."

The Stratorian zeppelin came in steadily, the huge arsinal on this war machine left an imposing shadow trailing behind it. A jet shot out from the cargo compartment and prepared to land.

"This is the Stratorian envoy, we request permission to land"

OOC: Sorry Ive been out of game for a while can I request an update on where things are?

OOC: Basically everyone is still gathering, and the Wagdog delegation has just entered and are looking for you. Not much has happened

IC: "Don't worry Mrs. Schraepl, if you don't mind me calling you that, I am used to very blunt people - I am rather blunt myself. How do you find this city so far?"

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"Stratorian envoy, proceed on course 210 for landing at Zeppelin Bay 1, do you copy?"

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Morgan. You've got a beautiful country."

She smiles, before moving on. The Emperor. A handsome man. She curtseys in a move that has been practised many times before - The Arab League is a region of Royal Families, rather than Presidents. It pays to know a little etiquette. Although, as Internal Affairs Minister, she has to.

"Your Majesty. A honour to meet you, I assure you."

The Prime Minister. To Amee he looks stern, yet with the potential to be compassionate.

"Mr Ward. You're a lucky man with such a wonderful country. I very much enjoyed the scenery on our way in."

The opposition leader, Oliver Peterson. A friendly-looking gentleman.

"Mr Peterson, a pleasure to meet you, it truly is."

And, finally, Ms Victoria Hawke.

"A pleasure to meet you Ms Hawke, and so lovely to meet another woman in politics. It's a rare thing in my region, Pan-Arab Barronia leads the way for gender equality. It's a pity the President has to show such chivalry...it doesn't help the cause...no matter. By the looks of it, Alexandrian Ptolemais has an astounding economy going for it..."

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"Mr. Petrovsky, thank you for filling out these forms, you understand. If you would not mind coming with us to the limo which will take you to Parliament Buildings."

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"Ok, I feel a bit sick but let's get to the Parliament fast. But before I would like to know something about the country, like its economy, a little summary of politics, etc."

"It is quite alright my Peterson." The Empress responded. "We just hope that this confrence proves more friutful for the Empire than our last attempt at one of these." The Empress explained. Last year at the regional confrence all that came out of it was an embargo by over 12 countries. The democracies of the region didnt take well to a Dictatorship just around the corner that provided a better life for its people than the so called ''enlightened'' governments known as Democracy. "Your city is beautiful. I must admit, it is a nice change from the industrial factories that make up most of our cities." The Empress may be only 18, but her father ensured that her adopted parents were well travelled and took her on many of there later travels.

Nope, we are still going through the introduction. Just land your plane or dock your ship and we will take you to Parliament Buildings where everyone is meeting for the introductory bit

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"Of course it is a majestic effort; Parliament usually meets for thirty weeks a year during the winter and most nights, I am up extremely late just signing laws. I have been fortunate that I have not needed to veto a law since the 1980s; some Labour Party proposal that would have seen the migrant floodgates open - I still wonder how that got through the Executive Council. Even more amazing is that these laws get through the dual chambers; if a bill was to start debate at the beginning of the Parliamentary session in March, it would usually only be law at the end of it in October - it can cause problems especially with the dozens of bills to do with roading projects and railway projects. Naturally there is not so much division in the Empire due to the sheer dominance of the Nationalists; through the 20th Century, they were only out of office for twelve years."



"Not so much an attack of principle Ms. Longtail, but panic amongst the left. The nineties were a very bad time for the left; they faced infighting that was unbelievable. The left had finally consolidated back in the sixties and the Communists had been marginalised; Labour had steadily climbed until they were the government again in 1984 - it was actually that term in office that really messed up everything later on, a very interesting story I must say.

You see, Ms. Longtail, the Executive Council has to approve all bills and membership is hereditary; at the time the Nationalists had a 2:1 dominance of the chamber, and 75% of the bills that were thrown at them were sent right back - the 1986 Budget only passed because I had to intervene.

The revolutionaries, as the Communists were now called within the Labour Party, were naturally not impressed with this and attempted to get a bill that would have seen the end of hereditary membership of the Executive Council. The revolutionaries had only 109 of the 244 Labour seats and the bill did not even make it to debate. Surprisingly though, they had dominance over party administration due to their dominance of what unions the Empire did have. Expressing their complete disgust at the situation, they managed to get the unions to go on a general strike beginning in October of 1986; and boy did that cause chaos - the Railways were operating at half-services and commuter services here were generally packed - all government departments had to alter their working hours.

The Nationalists of course wanted debate on this issue, even though Parliament had risen for Christmas. Labour would not budge though, and for a month, this general strike continued; and an impase situation was created. The Communists were threatening not to take their seats in Parliament until their demands were at least debated, and the Nationalists were threatening to not show up to Parliament at all unless debate was brought out immediately.

Then comes the Conservative Alliance; they decided to plan a merger with the Nationalists - not only that, but they would co-operate with the not showing up to Parliament - essentially Parliament would not be able to open as the Executive Council quorum would not be met. Their poll ratings went through the roof and we were now facing either the possibility of a no-confidence vote, or an election being forced due to the session being unable to start; it was with much urgency I had to open Parliament the week before Christmas and the revolutionaries as well as the Communist Party were refusing to take their seats. Enter the Alexandrian Ptolemais Coalition; the party with the balance of power, were now going to abstain from the no-confidence vote - that would have destroyed the government as the numbers would have been tied - if, of course, the Communists pitched up. Needless to say, a few minutes before the bells stopped ringing for the division, all the revolutionaries and all the Communist Party members walked in the ayes lobby and one of the AP Coalition members also walked through - by one vote the government had been saved.

Needless to say, the revolutionaries were annoyed - they threatened to make Labour pay, however, the damage had been done - the Labour Party had been placed back into opposition. However, the revolutionaries still had one card up their sleeve - they had stacked the party list and electorates with people friendly to them; especially the environmental lobby.

That is where things got interesting; in 1989, the environmentalists split and formed the Green Party - now the left was split back into two again. To make matters worse for the revolutionaries, they had lost their dominance of the Labour Party machine. A year later, they left the Labour Party and became members of the Communist Party - now the left was in disarray.

Needless to say, the 1992 election was interesting, Ms. Longtail. We had three left wing parties that hated each other's guts, and the government had been racked with allegations. Yet again we ended up with a marginal government, however, we now had three left-wing parties in the House that were out there to destroy each other; and boy did they hinder each other.

Poll after poll suggested that they could form a government, however, they never won elections. 2000 was particularly bad and the Communists, realising that so long as the conflicts remained, they would never enter government again, decided to merge with the Labour Party in 2001. Needless to say, even twenty years on, people still harbour suspicions of the Communists after what happened with the General Strike.

Ms. Longtail, not a problem; I believe the Vetakans are over by the painting "The First Parliament" by the Lower House Chamber doors. Sorry about holding you so long with my story from the past."
"Thank you, Your Grace. I can say that we experienced something similar during the problems of thirty-odd years back, when the Stalinist and Maoist sections of the formerly-unified 'Wagdoggie Communist Party (Pacific Revolutionary Front)' split over our General Secretary's embrace of the newly-arrived Elves' reform proposals. Ultimately the threat of fascist insurrection united us all and prevented a full civil war, but we're no stranger to partisan foolery in our Congress I can assure you, Your Majesty. And onferences like yours are the best vacation from it too..."
Curtsying again in leave for the time being, Secretary Longtail made her belated way to the Painting the Emperor had pointed out where the Vetakan delegation was supposed to be. Her beeper chimed with the latest page, detailing the "new arrivals" that Wagdoggie State Security had detected applying for the conference: The Dominion of Strator, the old ball-and-chain as far as Wagdog was concerned. Hopefully Strator is going to mind his manners if he gets here... Secretary Longtail began mustering her more feral aspects in reserve, just in case she had to put Strator or his slave representatives in their places while here. Wagdog and Vetaka may have departed their occupation zones due to the exigencies of foreign war and domestic strife, respectively, but Secretary of Commerce Celine Longtail wanted to remind Strator for sure that if any business was to be done it was their country that was the junior partner in their two senior partners' spheres of influence; and no other way about it...

"I hear you but we shall not be docking the zeppelin, it has a latter destination, the envoy is coming down via jumpjet"

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Helen Jones was thrilled after reading the update from Theeb on the Nationalist situation she was over the moon to here that the Freedom Party had secured the crucial Election. However she was some what dejected to hear that President Wright had been forced to step down. The building she stood within could only be described in one word "Majestic". Helen gazed captivated by the painting of the "The First Parliament" still gazing she was only brought back into the real world by a nudge from one of her bodyguards whom informed her of them locating the Wagdog Delegation and a special man whom Vetaka held in high regard Oliver Peterson opposition leader in the empire. Mr Peterson had been taken captive by Warlords on his return from the first Anti Slavery Conference in Vetaka. The Vetaka Scouts whom had rescued him had really respected his determination to stay alive. As Helen Jones and the rest of the Delegation made their way to speak with their Wagdog Friends. One of the Vetakan bodyguards an ex Scout made his way to Mr Peterson and halted just to the side of him and waited for him to finish speaking and address the standing guard although it was some what childish he was just a bodyguard and the phrase "Speak when Spoken to" seem to apply.

As for Ms Jones she came to a halt in front of the Wagdog Delegation and smiled as well as offering her hand to the lead Delegate Celine Longtail:

"Hello its great to see you my Friend? How are you finding this wonderful nation?"

As for Helens Vetakan Bodyguards although very professional they to where shaking hands with and chatting with the Wagdog Bodyguards treating them more as Friends they hadn't seen in years than Professionals whose Employers were very close Allies.

OOC: l'll move off from being in the building

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Helen Jones was thrilled after reading the update from Theeb on the Nationalist situation she was over the moon to here that the Freedom Party had secured the crucial Election. However she was some what dejected to hear that President Wright had been forced to step down. The building she stood within could only be described in one word "Majestic". Helen gazed captivated by the painting of the "The First Parliament" still gazing she was only brought back into the real world by a nudge from one of her bodyguards whom informed her of them locating the Wagdog Delegation and a special man whom Vetaka held in high regard Oliver Peterson opposition leader in the empire. Mr Peterson had been taken captive by Warlords on his return from the first Anti Slavery Conference in Vetaka. The Vetaka Scouts whom had rescued him had really respected his determination to stay alive. As Helen Jones and the rest of the Delegation made their way to speak with their Wagdog Friends. One of the Vetakan bodyguards an ex Scout made his way to Mr Peterson and halted just to the side of him and waited for him to finish speaking and address the standing guard although it was some what childish he was just a bodyguard and the phrase "Speak when Spoken to" seem to apply.

As for Ms Jones she came to a halt in front of the Wagdog Delegation and smiled as well as offering her hand to the lead Delegate Celine Longtail:

"Hello its great to see you my Friend? How are you finding this wonderful nation?"

As for Helens Vetakan Bodyguards although very professional they to where shaking hands with and chatting with the Wagdog Bodyguards treating them more as Friends they hadn't seen in years than Professionals whose Employers were very close Allies.
"Simply stunning, dear." Celine took Helen's hand and returned the gestures equally. "Secretary of Commerce Longtail, and it's surely a pleasure even if I don't think we've met yet. It's good to see neutral ground such as this despite what's been going on lately, eh?"
She let the levity hang a bit as her bodyguards and aides caroused with their Vetakan counterparts before deciding to 'talk turkey' at last. "Say, have you any better idea about what the Allanean delegation might have in mind for the 'business end' of this?" A cheap pun, true, but not entirely inappropriate; and certainly a better topic than rehashing stale jabs at a Stratorian delegation which had yet to even show up, even if those might be shared humor all the same. "My government's either been doing business with them or trying to like mad lately, and we're hoping that they'll at least 'stick to their bucks' here if nothing else more accommodating to us. Why, I've even been badgering Education Secretary Justina Stephens to inquire about letting Demented Schooling operate in our country, something even many of the less-ideological like her avoid like the plague due to the known arch-capitalist content of the curriculum..."
In fact, Secretary Longtail had come here as much to let the issue drop between her and Secretary Stephens as maybe force a deal through; not wanting to provoke a personal rupture to match their longstanding political opposition. Hey? If it keeps Miriel's Marines from showing up against us on some forsaken battlefield just a bit longer, then of course it's worth it. She truly thought this, even though Demented Schooling pushed her limits as well from what she knew of it's policies and overall outlook, despite the Revolutionary Command Council's mutually-agreed plans to inquire about a more-neutral curriculum plan for Wagdog's versions that wouldn't be deemed potentially 'seditious'. And not in the paranoid-sense either, but rather in Wagdog's own liberal sense of 'sedition' (compared to other known leftist states) as "politicized incitement-to-riot" for Grand Sedition and "politicized libel or slander" for Petty Sedition (both mere misdemeanors as opposed to felonies like in other leftist states), given the extreme anti-Marxist and anti-Statist bent of Demented Schooling's curriculum as Wagdog's government had reviewed it thus far...

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms Morgan. You've got a beautiful country."

"Thank you for the complement Miss Melisande, we are never truly grateful for the beauty that has been provided to us"

"Your Majesty. A honour to meet you, I assure you."

"As it is an honour to meet you, Miss Melisande," said the Emperor politely, as he kissed her hand

"Mr Ward. You're a lucky man with such a wonderful country. I very much enjoyed the scenery on our way in."

"Thank you Miss Melisande, you have not seen the beauty yet. Alberton is absolutely perfect, the mountains and the sea almost co-existing."

"Mr Peterson, a pleasure to meet you, it truly is."

"It is a pleasure to meet you Miss Melisande"

"A pleasure to meet you Ms Hawke, and so lovely to meet another woman in politics. It's a rare thing in my region, Pan-Arab Barronia leads the way for gender equality. It's a pity the President has to show such chivalry...it doesn't help the cause...no matter. By the looks of it, Alexandrian Ptolemais has an astounding economy going for it..."

"It is a pleasure to meet you too Miss Melisande, however, I must be honest. I am one of the few women in politics; in high ranking politics for that matter that has gotten here by merit. Most of our 159 female MPs have wealthy backgrounds and of course they get in - here in the Empire, it is still not what you know, but who you know - if your father is the Duke of Somewhere, then you will get into Parliament if you so desire and the people of the area support you. I must agree that the Empire has a very good economy going for it; people here complain that prices sound too low and that the government should make one Gold Denarii equal to one hundred Gold Denarii."

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"Well, Mr. Petrovsky, I do not know where to begin - I suppose the economy will be a good place.

I suppose by the name of your nation that your government practices Socialism - here the market system is so entrenched that back in the old days, the Communist Party were considered extreme for suggesting that the banks should be nationalised and strong unions formed - that was in fact as far as they would get. The government suggests that it is due to the strong market that our economy is so strong. Unfortunately, our taxes are still too high by most people's standards. Our currency is still metal based and still uses the same value of gold to currency - four Gold Denarii for an ounce of gold - needless to say, prices around here sound extremely cheap; I earn eight and a half Gold Denarii a week. In spite of that, we are still very much agricultural based - it seems funny, yet it is beef that keeps us going Mr. Petrovsky, plus the other stuff we manufacture. Most of our economic power comes from ownership - that is, funnily enough, the main activity that the government gets involved in.

Just before I forget; that over there is the Ptolemais to Alexandria main line on our left - from the city right through to Cunningham about one hundred and eighty kilometres away it is eight track - at no point does the line get less than four track. This Mr. Petrovsky is the lifeline of the Empire's economy; something like one hundred billion passengers travel on that line every year in some form or another; and a trillion tonnes of goods travel on that line every year - the railways here are extremely powerful, although it is a funny relationship - the track is owned by the state and the services are provided by Empire Railways.

Now a bit about the Empire's politics. Needless to say, it is dominated by one party - the Nationalists; they were in power for all but twelve years in the 20th Century; indeed, they have essentially held power without interruption since 1876; except for those twelve years. The opposition Labour Party used to be quite powerful, but then the left broke in three in the early 1990s; needless to say, only two of the three pieces have come back together again. It is quite funny that, in fact - the right wing people here have been able to work together through the Conservative Alliance, another party, yet the left has been racked with infighting.

I am sorry Mr. Petrovsky but we are here - the absolute beauty of this building always send shivers down my spine. If you still feel queasy, His Majesty personal physicians are there."

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"That must be nasty. If you are looking for conflict though, you must come to one of my party conferences; the old Communists and the Moderates are still fighting over small things; last year it was about whether the passenger services of Empire Railways should be nationalised or not. I do thank you for the complement about our city; our city centre has changed so little that someone from 1900 could walk around and recognise the key buildings very easily; about the only thing that has changed is the occupiers."

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"We copy, envoy coming via jumpjet. Envoy to land at Zeppelin Bay 1, do you copy?"

Loud and clear, coming in to docking bay

Once they had landed, the two diplomatic figures stepped out from the jump jet, their bodygaurds were nowhere in sight but they knew that they would be shadowed on every step.

"Hmmm, the Strator delegation certainly knows how to make a landing. Well, lets go meet them"

"Good morning gentlemen, I am Sergeant Chase and this is Sergeant Dye; it is a pleasure to meet you - I am sorry about our lack of manners, we were not briefed on your names. Anyway, if you would not mind filling out these customs forms, you know the usual, plant material, food, that sort of stuff."

OOC:This is dead...
Just so yo guys know im not looking back into this.

OOC:This is dead...
Just so yo guys know im not looking back into this.

OOC: I suppose it is not a problem; if it does get active again, I will send you a TG

OOC: I suppose it is not a problem; if it does get active again, I will send you a TG
OOC: AP, check your TGs in the next few minutes. Thanks.;)