NationStates Jolt Archive

Every pub has it's own history, it's own charm, and most importantly it's own brew of the Amber liquid commonly known as Beer. This particular pub was quite roomy and large, for a pub in many nations. However it was a standard sized Pub for the Free Land of Shielas and Bruces. Partly because of the large land mass compared to the very small population but also because pubs are the most frequented institutions in Shielas and Bruces, by one of the few surveys that are actually done suggest that everyone in Shielas and Bruces actually spend more time at the Pub than they do at home.

Tables and chairs were scattered around in no real pattern though the chairs were close enough to the tables to form a clear association between the chairs and their respective tables. At the bar A male and female bartender where there serving these two men sitting on stools at the bar. Both were stocky but strong men. Life in Shielas and Bruces was hard but the hard work rewarded the people of Shielas and Bruces with knowing what was truly important.

"Hey, Bruces. Here you go." said the Bartender that just served both men a Schooner of the pubs local draught.
"Thanks Bruce." said one of the men as he took a sip from the Draught. "Mmm, Bruce this is your best one yet."

The other man sittting on the stool next to the first man also had taken a sip also nodded, though didn't say anything.

"Hey Bruce, I've been going through the Atlas in my office. There's alot of nations out there."

"Really Bruce, How many nations are there really?"

"More nations in the world than old Bruce's up the road there has moles."

All the Bruces there laughed. "That is alot" said the other customer Bruce.

"You know what. I'm going to ask some of the people for a bit of a tour of this Free Land."

"Yeah, why not..."

What would have gone unnoticed by those that didn't know, is that the 2 Bruces sitting at the bar where infact 2 of the most internationally important people in the nation, The Chief Minister and the Minister of External Relations.

Back at their office, using available communications satellites messages were sent around the world inviting leaders of many nations, now in addition to their jobs in the government they also had their own private farms to run.

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Nulla Nulla Airport Customs

“So, Ms...erm…”

“Call me Shiela!” Said the perky customs official as she perused the diplomatic pass and documentation with superb aplomb. The person opposite, a young Freethinker diplomat named Christopher Barham, incidentally the eldest son of the outgoing Prime Minister, merely nodded and smiled. She handed back the pass without a second glance and waved him through, moving on to the next passenger behind him in the queue.

This assignment was, admittedly not a major priority but given the shake-up politically back home and the recall of many major diplomats as the political landscape shifted dramatically it wasn’t a surprise to find the young and somewhat inexperienced representative that Barham essentially was. Though just entering his thirties, he had only recently left the Freethinker Royal Navy and was now hoping to move into politics in the traditions of the Barham family as a whole, though his own track would be through the diplomatic service and the trials that would entail. In all honesty the chance to be the first representative to a new nation was not an opportunity presented often to a diplomat of any rank, so Chris himself was eager, despite the strange circumstances, to take the opportunity to launch his career.

Barham had done as much reading as he could on the nation, which admittedly wasn’t that much, though there surprising similarities in the culture to his own. The informal attitudes that were prevalent back home were even more observed here, along with an acceptance of hard work and a desire for space and fun that came with such attitudes in the first place. Though the climate was similar, Chris was at least looking forward to being in a rural location without having to run away from some insane mega fauna or avoid the occasional practise orbital bombardment. The general local preference for good beer and informal socials would be just a welcome he would like.

He stepped out into the passenger hall, looking for his welcoming committee, expecting perhaps a bunch of suits, he was surprised, though pleasantly, to find an impressively grizzled man in clothes suited for ranching rather than something more traditional.

"Welcome to Nulla Nulla and the Free Land of Shielas and Bruces," The Man said "Call me Bruce, I'm the Chief Minister" he added.

"Come along and I'll Introduce you to other members of the government. We've got a little shindig going to welcome ya." Bruce spoke as he lead the diplmomat towards the dirt parking lot. "oh, a shindig is like a party. A get together." clarified Bruce.

Sgt. Jack Collins had heard of this pub on and off for a number of years. So, being the normal Xeraphian he was, he 'wandered' into the spacious interior of the building and looked around.

Several people were at the bar even at this early hour. A couple of good lookin' women, too. What'd they call 'em here? Sheilas? Oh well, a piece of ass by any other name.....

Collins bellied up to the bar and ordered a Bass Ale, pulled a pack of Camels from his pocket, lit one, and addressed a redhead sitting two stools down. "Hey good-lookin'. Whattya do for fun in these parts?"

Barham grinned as he followed 'Bruce' the Chief Minister.

"No worries, I know what a shindig is meself. Don't stop in the Navy for as long as I did without a few decent piss-ups. Hope I didn't put ya out for the ride."

He dumped his bags into the rear of the 4x4, sending up a cloud of red dust that he wiped off his suit with barely a grimace. Removing the jacket and loosening the tie he took up the front passenger's seat and peered out across the city.

"Nice place. Reminds me a little of home."

Sgt. Jack Collins had heard of this pub on and off for a number of years. So, being the normal Xeraphian he was, he 'wandered' into the spacious interior of the building and looked around.

Several people were at the bar even at this early hour. A couple of good lookin' women, too. What'd they call 'em here? Sheilas? Oh well, a piece of ass by any other name.....

Collins bellied up to the bar and ordered a Bass Ale, pulled a pack of Camels from his pocket, lit one, and addressed a redhead sitting two stools down. "Hey good-lookin'. Whattya do for fun in these parts?"

She smiled, "Been a while since someone has tried to come onto me. I'm flattered. My names Sheila." Sheila said

"As to having a good time well, depends what you want, but if you want you can have a drink with me. Bruce makes some great beer."

(OOC: 9.5% Alcohol)

Barham grinned as he followed 'Bruce' the Chief Minister.

"No worries, I know what a shindig is meself. Don't stop in the Navy for as long as I did without a few decent piss-ups. Hope I didn't put ya out for the ride."

He dumped his bags into the rear of the 4x4, sending up a cloud of red dust that he wiped off his suit with barely a grimace. Removing the jacket and loosening the tie he took up the front passenger's seat and peered out across the city.

"Nice place. Reminds me a little of home."

"Glad you feel at home. Let's get going." said Bruce as he turned the key in the ignition. The car made noises as if it had a bit of trouble starting before going properly. They drove into the city. There were cars around, all looked like they belonged more on the farm then in the city, For a city it was very small not even half-a-million in population, but it was home for the Sheilas and Bruces that made up the Free Land of Shielas and Bruces.

After about 10 minutes of Driving they pulled up to a Botto, a shop for selling bottled alcohol for parties such as these and after Bruce put a slab of beer in the back before heading off again to a brick house with a 40cm brick wall for a fence, down the side. Bruce picked up the Slab of Beer and lead Christopher round the side where around 40 or 50 people where gathered around chatting. Not a single suit or formal piece of attire was found amung them but there was a buffet type spread with various salads and other things eaten and drunk at BBQ's including Sausages, Chops, Chicken and prawns. There was alot of beer but there was also some soft drinks as an alternative.

The woman sitting slumped on the Globite suitcase at the bus-stop outside the Country Women's Association Hall didn't look like a feisty United Nations operator used to having half the nations of the world falling down drunk at her exclusive soirees.

That's because she wasn't. Not for the past 24 hours. Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax had lost her UN position the second the poll was declared in Goondiwoop (pop. 137). That final electorate had been all that Bryan Lowrey had needed. His conservative coalition, now shakily in power in both houses of Parliament, had immediately seen to it that Dame Andrea, long-term Lloegeyrian delegate to the United Nations, was out on her pearl-dropped ear.

Not that they called it that, of course. She was, after all, the beloved widow of the most beloved Labor Prime Minister ever to have served Lloegeyr: Theo McClelland, Macca himself. The man whom his opponents had called Big Mac, poking fun at his size; and who'd turned the jibe around with a PR sense every bit as slick as his commercial namesake's. No, even Lowrey couldn't sack Macca's Missus.

But he could retire her, dressing it up as a compliment to a valued Lloegeyrian who deserved an honourable refuge from the stresses of her public career. They'd packed her off with a Damehood in the Order of Lloegeyr -- in her maiden name, of course, "to pay tribute to her many years of public service in her own right", and not at all to try to disguise their shell-game a bit from Macca's mates in the media.

So here she was, Lloegeyr's first-ever Ambassador to the Free Land of Shielas and Bruces. And she was ready to kill for a cuppa.

Much hope. The CWA Hall, from what she could see as she peered in through the dusty windows, hadn't been used since last year's Bachelors' and Spinsters' Ball, and the banners still hadn't been taken down.

Sighing, she looked about her for the place where, according to the bus-driver, she'd at least be able to get accommodation for the ultra-professional, super-high-tech Lloegeyrian Embassy -- herself and her laptop.

"Just give a yell t'Bruce and Sheila at the Pub, and she'll be right," the skinny little bloke had assured her. "Lovely couple, Sheila and Bruce. If the pub's full they'll letcha sleep on the lounge, they've got a fold-out. They got Broadband, too, " he promised. "Yair, Bruce and Sheila'll look after ya, no probs."

Slopping into the main bar in the rubber thongs, beer advertising T-shirt and cutoff denim shorts that Research had sworn were the everyday native costume, Andrea felt every eye upon her. Well, she was used to that. With a mental shake so she'd be able to keep her concentration, Andrea spoke her carfully prepared sentence in what she was quite sure was perfect Bruce-and-Sheilian.

"G'day, mates. Howyagoin', mates, orright?" she began. "I gotta get weavin', but c'n any of you lot come up with a sure thing for the fourth at Randwick? Oh, yeah, and I'm the new Lloegeyrian ambassador, and I would like to thank you warmly for your kindness/toleration/ironic outbursts/nice paint job."

Chris berated himself despite the grin on his face, leaving the tie and jacket in the pickup, hoping Bruce wouldn't mind too much. The wonderful, almost college-like informality of preparation took him a little by surprise despite his now-increasingly understudied research or lack thereof. Still, untucking his shirt and nodding at the other assembled guests, he grabs a brew from the table and pulls back on the tab.

He stands for a moment before drinking however, as he scans the crowd looking for familiar or famous faces and of course a few seconds people watching. That he was overdressed had been slightly solved as a problem. Nice, friendly and informal people, excellent first impression and certainly the potential for relations were there.

He took a swig, appreciating the flavour of the beer, good strong and proper stuff as oppossed to the weak and unexciting crap he had had to put up with elsewhere. He spotted Bruce the Chief Minister again, and moved back to talk with him for a moment.

"Nice little place. I assume this is your cabinet then?"

Twenty minutes' intensive tutoring in the bar had done wonders for Dame Andrea's accent, vocabulary and general command of colloquial Sheila-and-Bruceian. She now knew it was not necessary to toss "mate" into every sentence.

Nor, she discovered, was she expected to know anything about racing, not even the fourth at Randwick. The mystic knowledge that would allow her to know everything about the Sport of Kings would just descend upon her at the right time of the right day of the right month, the way it did on everybody else, every year. Then the entire nation would stop dead for some esoteric religious ceremony involving horses that, as far as she could work out, took about 10 minutes to perform and 48 hours to celebrate.

She hadn't quite figured out how she had come to thank them for the "ironic outbursts/nice paint job", but nobody seemed to mind. Indeed, it appeared that she could have been deliberately insulting and nobody would have minded that, either. The Sheila-and-Bruceians seemed to spend a great deal of their time cheefully abusing each other, though never enough to interrupt their drinking.

But the most educational thing that had happened was that she had met Sheila. And Bruce. Several times over, in fact. At first she had responded very formally with, "Gidday, I'm Andy," but eventually she just took to saying, "Hello, possum, my shout," and that worked a charm.

Now, it seemed, she and several of the group she'd been absorbed by were headin' over to ol' Bruce's place for a barbie. Long-haired Sheila gave her a plate of scones to carry and Litle Fat Sheila was going to give her the lamingtons as well, but Bruce Who Went To Uni came by and they tucked the whole load onto the back of his motorbike somehow and walked her over to the barbie instead.

"G'day, Bruce!" "Bruce, y'ol' bastard!" "Gawd, Shiela, how'd ya put up with this drongo?" "'Cos she's as smart as she's beautiful, mate. Hey, you blokes, this's Andy. Andy, this's Bruce, and Bruce -- and that's Bruce over there ... oh, and that one's Chris."

Andrea stared at the back of the exotically-named, shirt-clad Chris, who was talking to the Bruce who owned the barbie. "Where'd he spring from?" she asked Little Fat Sheila.

"The Freethinkers. He's an ambassador too. Hey, put you two together and we've got a Diplomatic Corps! Cor, eh?"

The Sheilas and several of the Bruces fell about laughing. Dame Andrea smiled nostalgically. It was just like the UN, really. Give or take a few details.

"Well, hello, Sheila. My name's Collins, Jack Collins. And as for coming onto you, well, why wouldn't a guy be interested in such a lovely woman?"

'Good God', he thought. 'The chick looks like she's been hit once too often with the Ugly Club and here I am trying to get into her. Gotta take it easy with the brews'.

That was when he noticed the woman who had just entered the bar, the one with the cut-off jeans. "Well, I'll be damned", he muttered to himself........

*snip*
*snip*
"Yeah, See that Bruce over there?" He said pointing to somone who was piling some more salads onto his plate "He's my External Relations Minister, that Bruce. But also there are some friends of ours here too. There can never be too many Bruces. Oh that Reminds me, What's the difference between Brucian Blood and Alcohol?... Nothing!" Bruce Chortled at his own joke.

It was then that he noticed another Bruce had brought the new Ambassador from Lloegeyr. An ambassador of the female persuasion. "Hey Chris, would like you to meet someone. This is Dame Andrea from Lloegeyr, Ambassador to us Bruces and Sheilas."

"Well, hello, Sheila. My name's Collins, Jack Collins. And as for coming onto you, well, why wouldn't a guy be interested in such a lovely woman?"

'Good God', he thought. 'The chick looks like she's been hit once too often with the Ugly Club and here I am trying to get into her. Gotta take it easy with the brews'.

That was when he noticed the woman who had just entered the bar, the one with the cut-off jeans. "Well, I'll be damned", he muttered to himself........

"Well, Yeah, I know of at least one man that is interested, my husband but he's idea of Romance is heating up a can of Baked Beans and eating it under the starlight. Of course that has it charms but yeah..." She trailed off and then went back to her duties, starting to wipe some cups up.

And then a young almost sort of rebelious looking 23/24 year old entered the bar she was Stunning. "Hi, Sheila!" she said to the Barmaid. "Back at ya, hows the Hunt?"

"Not bad, they're still looking though, got 2 already."

"Shiela this is Jack, he's from overseas." She

"Hi, nice to see you Jack." she smiled as she extended the hand to shake, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light.

Chris nodded at Bruce the Chief Minister's reply and grinned somewhat benignly at the joke, old as it was. Basic details of a planned commision report he would have to fill out began to form, ideas for a basic embassy or commission would do it nicely. Certainly some oppurtunities for trade and tourism would have to be discussed, if he could find the treasury minister or at least the local equivelant.

Bruce's introduction took him a little by surprise, though he had wanted to try and meet more ambassadors both the sudden and loud arrival and the informality of the greeting still left him a little wrongfooted. He recovered without letting it show however, offering an almost boyish grin as he raised his hand in a short wave before quickly entering into the chat.

"Ah, Dame Andrea, a pleasure to meet you darlin', although I have to admit to only a vague recollection of Lloegeyr from the journals. See you've spent a bit longer here, looks like you have acclimatised quite nicely."

"Yeah, See that Bruce over there?" He said pointing to somone who was piling some more salads onto his plate "He's my External Relations Minister, that Bruce. But also there are some friends of ours here too. There can never be too many Bruces. Oh that Reminds me, What's the difference between Brucian Blood and Alcohol?... Nothing!" Bruce Chortled at his own joke.

It was then that he noticed another Bruce had brought the new Ambassador from Lloegeyr. An ambassador of the female persuasion. "Hey Chris, would like you to meet someone. This is Dame Andrea from Lloegeyr, Ambassador to us Bruces and Sheilas."



"Well, Yeah, I know of at least one man that is interested, my husband but he's idea of Romance is heating up a can of Baked Beans and eating it under the starlight. Of course that has it charms but yeah..." She trailed off and then went back to her duties, starting to wipe some cups up.

And then a young almost sort of rebelious looking 23/24 year old entered the bar she was Stunning. "Hi, Sheila!" she said to the Barmaid. "Back at ya, hows the Hunt?"

"Not bad, they're still looking though, got 2 already."

"Shiela this is Jack, he's from overseas." She

"Hi, nice to see you Jack." she smiled as she extended the hand to shake, her eyes seemed to sparkle in the light.


Collins tore his eyes away from the other woman, and shook the proffered hand. "Hi, Sheila. How goes it?"

She was a looker alright. A short, shaggy head of hair, blue eyes, and a mischievious smile. Add to that a body that just wouldn't quit, and you got the word "TROUBLE".........

Chris nodded at Bruce the Chief Minister's reply and grinned somewhat benignly at the joke, old as it was. Basic details of a planned commision report he would have to fill out began to form, ideas for a basic embassy or commission would do it nicely. Certainly some oppurtunities for trade and tourism would have to be discussed, if he could find the treasury minister or at least the local equivelant.

Bruce's introduction took him a little by surprise, though he had wanted to try and meet more ambassadors both the sudden and loud arrival and the informality of the greeting still left him a little wrongfooted. He recovered without letting it show however, offering an almost boyish grin as he raised his hand in a short wave before quickly entering into the chat.

"Ah, Dame Andrea, a pleasure to meet you darlin', although I have to admit to only a vague recollection of Lloegeyr from the journals. See you've spent a bit longer here, looks like you have acclimatised quite nicely."

Bruce smiled. "I'll leave you two for now, I've got to go and have a chat with a Bruce."

Collins tore his eyes away from the other woman, and shook the proffered hand. "Hi, Sheila. How goes it?"

She was a looker alright. A short, shaggy head of hair, blue eyes, and a mischievious smile. Add to that a body that just wouldn't quit, and you got the word "TROUBLE".........

"Oh, the usual." She smiled "Just trying to make a Sheilas way in this world."

"Would you like a beer?" she asked

<snip> "Ah, Dame Andrea, a pleasure to meet you darlin', although I have to admit to only a vague recollection of Lloegeyr from the journals. See you've spent a bit longer here, looks like you have acclimatised quite nicely."

"Well, I only arrived here today, but I did spend a bit of time in the Pub earlier," Dame Andrea acknowledged. "I'm having a bit of trouble with -- I mean, getting me tongue round the local lingo's leavin' me a bit bushed, fair go, mate, they look at me like I've got wombats in me top paddock. That wasn't bad, was it?" she added, switching back to her normal vocabulary.

"And no, you wouldn't read about us in the journals. We've always been pretty low-key -- even in the UN, we were better known for our parties than our policies. I used to give the most wonderful soirees, every Friday evening ..." she sighed. "But regret spreads no Vegemite, as they'd probably say round here -- would that be right, Bruce?"

She turned hurriedly to include the Chief Minister in the conversation, realising that, in her bout of homesickness, she'd been neglecting her new Ambassadorial duties. This was, after all, the Head of Government, however laid-back that government was.

In theory, she'd be overjoyed to see Lloegeyr's international relations degenerate into a series of mean little squabbles with every nation that came their way; it would serve bloody Lowrey and his Conservatives right. But, in practice, her professionalism just woudn't let her. She'd been sent here to make friends and, dammit, she'd make friends!

Actually, that wouldn't be all that hard. A couple of the pub Sheilas had been very ready to chat about embroidery, her particular passion; several of the Bruces looked as if they just might be lured into candlelit dinners with a well-preserved truly womanly woman; and now this Chris sounded as if he might have the makings of a stimulating work colleague.

But all that could wait; smiling politely, she listened for the Ministerial Bruce's response.

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OOC: This Jolt thing with moderated posts is so annoying me. I had posted something. Llong and free please ignore your portion of it but it still applies to Xeraph

IC: "Not Quite," he Said with a smile "but very close. 'No point in crying over a broken vegemite jar.' Same idea, something had happened and there's no point fretting over it, it happened and now it's reality you just have to deal with it. We are quite pragmatic and quite practical. Though I know alot of Bruces and Sheilas would like to meet you two. Excuse me while I make an announcement. Oh, and you'll pick up the lingo eventually, even if you do have more than one Wombat loose."

Bruce took some steps and positioned in a self so everyone could see his face and could here him.

"Can I have everyone's attention please. Thank you for everyone who helped with the food and drinks but there is a reason why we are here. Welcome Dame Andrea from Lloegeyr and Christopher Barham from Freethinkers. Welcome to our guests, I've managed to have a bit of chat with both of your but Andrea and Chris I'd like to introduce you to the Government of Shielas and Bruces."

Every Brucian smiled and acknowledge their guests with a dip of their heads, and once it was clear that Chief Minister Bruce had finished talking, which indeed he has, it seemed that they had to fight of people that wanted to talk with them though it wasn't really chaotic. Everyone truly wanted to speak with them but it was well behaved, small little conversations between people started up once again and once.

OOC: Feel free to have any particular Bruce or Sheila talk to you. Ministers can be Sheilas.

Chris nodded as the Lloegeyr ambassador talked about her own experiences for a moment, describing a far more...relaxed world for herself and her role than he perhaps expected, but then again he didn't know if this was really his natural expectation from what he had seen so far in this job or simply his own inexperience coming through. Still, she seemed nice enough, and talkative certainly, and he listened with nods and grins as appropriate as she reminisced about her own career.

Bruce concluded their conversation for the moment with his own confirmation and speech, the words short but, as always so far here extremely welcoming. Chris raised his can slightly out of politeness before finishing the brew and replacing it from the table. He made a polite comment to catch up with Andrea later on and moved into the crowd, asking loudly and directly where he could find the minister in charge, how vaguely, of the finance side of the government.

Bruce smiled. "I'll leave you two for now, I've got to go and have a chat with a Bruce."



"Oh, the usual." She smiled "Just trying to make a Sheilas way in this world."

"Would you like a beer?" she asked

Collins downed what was left in his glass and said, "You got the money, honey, I got the time." He felt like an idiot immediately after speaking that old line, but she just grinned and called the barkeep.

... and now this Chris sounded as if he might have the makings of a stimulating work colleague.

... if he ever relaxes enough to pull that stick out of his ... back, Andrea added to herself. Nevertheless, she smiled reminiscently as she watched the younger man forge straight for the money-wrangler in this peculiar setup. She'd been as keen as that, once; and then, too, growing up a Barham would tend to focus a kid's energies. She wondered vaguely why he'd chosen the diplomatic side, rather than FDI; but, after all, it wasn't The Freethinkers she was supposed to work and play well with.

So, what next? The honcho Bruce's invitation had the same effect on her as a chocolate smorgassbord on a dieter. She could go for the Tourism Minister, or the Trade ... Education might be interesting, there were undoubtedly exchanges that could be set up, or scholarships to be exploited ... maritime industries, they'd have a lot in common ... agriculture seemed a big deal, wonder how they felt about free trade ...

But what she really needed was a kid's-picture-book approach to how this place ran. Who pushed the buttons, what buttons there were to push. F'rinstance, she hadn't seen anything to suggest that it even had any opposition party; or, indeed, any politics, as she knew them, at all. Maybe they just all got together and thrashed it out at The Pub -- at least she'd worked out that that place was pretty important. Well, if any Bruce could give her the big picture, it'd have to be her host.

"So, Bruce, this's all a bit different from back home," she began, baling him up over near the keg so he wouldn't want to run away. "Help a new chum out a bit, mate, will yer? C'n yer give me a sorta Tourists' Guide to the country?"

The words were hardly out of her mouth when she remembered the reputation this lot had for telling tall tales to innocent travellers.

"And I know perfectly well that there aren't any such things as Drop-Platangawallaoalidnas, so don't give me that old one about how you repel 'em with Vegemite," she added, with mock severity.

Chris nodded as the Lloegeyr ambassador talked about her own experiences for a moment, describing a far more...relaxed world for herself and her role than he perhaps expected, but then again he didn't know if this was really his natural expectation from what he had seen so far in this job or simply his own inexperience coming through. Still, she seemed nice enough, and talkative certainly, and he listened with nods and grins as appropriate as she reminisced about her own career.

Bruce concluded their conversation for the moment with his own confirmation and speech, the words short but, as always so far here extremely welcoming. Chris raised his can slightly out of politeness before finishing the brew and replacing it from the table. He made a polite comment to catch up with Andrea later on and moved into the crowd, asking loudly and directly where he could find the minister in charge, how vaguely, of the finance side of the government.

It didn't take long for Chris to find the Bruce that "Yeah, I look after the money", formally it's written down somewhere his proper title but no knew where that piece of paper was.

"So, what do you wanna ask?" the Bruce said, Oh, and grab yourself another beer. I'm paying..." the Bruce chuckled a bit at his own joke.

Collins downed what was left in his glass and said, "You got the money, honey, I got the time." He felt like an idiot immediately after speaking that old line, but she just grinned and called the barkeep.

"2 Beers," she said putting a few bob on the bar. "Haven't seen you around here before. You must be visiting, What do you think of the place so far?"

She said as the money was taken and 2 beers were put in it's place.

... if he ever relaxes enough to pull that stick out of his ... back, Andrea added to herself. Nevertheless, she smiled reminiscently as she watched the younger man forge straight for the money-wrangler in this peculiar setup. She'd been as keen as that, once; and then, too, growing up a Barham would tend to focus a kid's energies. She wondered vaguely why he'd chosen the diplomatic side, rather than FDI; but, after all, it wasn't The Freethinkers she was supposed to work and play well with.

So, what next? The honcho Bruce's invitation had the same effect on her as a chocolate smorgassbord on a dieter. She could go for the Tourism Minister, or the Trade ... Education might be interesting, there were undoubtedly exchanges that could be set up, or scholarships to be exploited ... maritime industries, they'd have a lot in common ... agriculture seemed a big deal, wonder how they felt about free trade ...

But what she really needed was a kid's-picture-book approach to how this place ran. Who pushed the buttons, what buttons there were to push. F'rinstance, she hadn't seen anything to suggest that it even had any opposition party; or, indeed, any politics, as she knew them, at all. Maybe they just all got together and thrashed it out at The Pub -- at least she'd worked out that that place was pretty important. Well, if any Bruce could give her the big picture, it'd have to be her host.

"So, Bruce, this's all a bit different from back home," she began, baling him up over near the keg so he wouldn't want to run away. "Help a new chum out a bit, mate, will yer? C'n yer give me a sorta Tourists' Guide to the country?"

The words were hardly out of her mouth when she remembered the reputation this lot had for telling tall tales to innocent travellers.

"And I know perfectly well that there aren't any such things as Drop-Platangawallaoalidnas, so don't give me that old one about how you repel 'em with Vegemite," she added, with mock severity.

"Well, firstly you should know that Vegemite actuallys attracts them, and to truely keep the Drop-Platangawallaolalindas away you gotta sing the national anthem aloud." He laughed,and it was then he'd decided that he would have to play a prank on her, but not now.

"As for the tourist guide, I can give you an overview. We have much in the way of unique flora and fauna and in the far north, theres rain forrests, in the middle here mainly red dirt deserts and in the south, we have cooler climate, There are alot of larger towns down there, And don't forget the great beaches down there. Beer, which is probably the single most important commodity is made by small local brewery's or home brews. Contains around 8-10% alcohol. We find that some people aren't used to it. We use the bob, *showing her a coin* and There are many natural and man-made things out there. And we have perhaps the longest run of straight fence in the world. It's called the rabbit proof fence. Keeps rabbits out of the west."

" ... to truely keep the Drop-Platangawallaolalindas away you gotta sing the national anthem aloud."

"Would that be the one with the chorus that goes Beer, beer, beer, tiddly-beer, beer, beer?" laughed Andrea, torn between amusement and frustration. Maybe she'd better be more direct.

"So, since you've given me the Tourists' Guide, how about the Potted Biography, Bruce?" she suggested. "How did you get to be the leader of the nation? Did you win an election, or pick the right parents, or was your name pulled out of a hat, or what? And have you got any competition for the job?"

Trust Lowrey to send her to a happy country, she fumed inwardly. In a miserable place Ambassadors couldn't open the door without falling over informants; but a spot as comfortable as this just went merrily on its own way without carrying on about it. Digging the dirt was like pulling teeth, and about as much fun, too.

If she couldn't get things sorted out she'd have to start reading their newspapers and watching their TV, tasks she'd managed to avoid in all her years at the UN -- what were interns for, after all?

"Would that be the one with the chorus that goes Beer, beer, beer, tiddly-beer, beer, beer?" laughed Andrea, torn between amusement and frustration. Maybe she'd better be more direct.

"So, since you've given me the Tourists' Guide, how about the Potted Biography, Bruce?" she suggested. "How did you get to be the leader of the nation? Did you win an election, or pick the right parents, or was your name pulled out of a hat, or what? And have you got any competition for the job?"

Trust Lowrey to send her to a happy country, she fumed inwardly. In a miserable place Ambassadors couldn't open the door without falling over informants; but a spot as comfortable as this just went merrily on its own way without carrying on about it. Digging the dirt was like pulling teeth, and about as much fun, too.

If she couldn't get things sorted out she'd have to start reading their newspapers and watching their TV, tasks she'd managed to avoid in all her years at the UN -- what were interns for, after all?
Bruce laughed, "no that's just our drinking song, though that would have to be sung more often than our national anthem. Our National anthem goes..."

"Bruces and Sheilas.. *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap* *clap*" he started singing the the clapping was rhythmic and it sounded like a song would be sung at sporting events by fans. Though soon all the Bruces and Sheilas in the back ground joined in for the second and third iterations and then that was it.

"Simple patriotic and to the point

"Oh, no we have elections, basically Bruces or Shielas put their name in hat and people vote. Volunteers help with the organisation and counting the votes. You need a majority to be declared the Chief Minister, if you don't get it then we have a system of preferences where the person with the least votes gets knocked out and the people that voted for them gets re-destributed among the other people who are still there. As for contenders, well, I'm sure there are plenty of other Bruces oe Shielas that could do the job better than me but, here I am."

Jack stared at Sheila for a second or two. "Two beers, two statements, and a question. So....one at a time, eh?" He took a gulp of the beer, then said, "Your'e right, you haven't seen me around here before. I'm the new guy in town, on a very top-secret assignment from my Emperor." His mock-seriousness was perfectly evident with the theatrically-raised eyebrows and his pose as a devil-may-care kinda guy. "No, I'm not just visiting, but I'm not setting down roots, either. It's all very hush-hush, don'tcha know." She stopped looking at him and rose a notch to that "I've moved on to appraising you" glint that only a woman has.

"And quite frankly, Sheila, this place is quaint. I've seen worse and I've seen better. Actually, I've been thrown out of the better places. They don't like gentlemen who aren't."

"Tell me something. What do you hunt? And what do you hunt with?"

Jack stared at Sheila for a second or two. "Two beers, two statements, and a question. So....one at a time, eh?" He took a gulp of the beer, then said, "Your'e right, you haven't seen me around here before. I'm the new guy in town, on a very top-secret assignment from my Emperor." His mock-seriousness was perfectly evident with the theatrically-raised eyebrows and his pose as a devil-may-care kinda guy. "No, I'm not just visiting, but I'm not setting down roots, either. It's all very hush-hush, don'tcha know." She stopped looking at him and rose a notch to that "I've moved on to appraising you" glint that only a woman has.

"And quite frankly, Sheila, this place is quaint. I've seen worse and I've seen better. Actually, I've been thrown out of the better places. They don't like gentlemen who aren't."

"Tell me something. What do you hunt? And what do you hunt with?"

Sheila laughed at the mock seriousness, "So your a mysterious joker, I think you'll fit right in here. As for me well, Let's see if I can't add some of my own mysteriousness to the situation," she said with a sly grin taking a slightly larger sip and then paused thinking up some of the mysterious clues to what she hunts.

"Okay, I got it..." she said "What I hunt is hard to find, but never moves. It's so large that it could eat a human in one swallow but is often described as small. People spend their lives making theirs the way they like it but for most of the time someone else owns it, I hunt with words and with money not my own. So... You reckon you can work out what it is?" she smiled indeed wondering if he would work out what she was hinting at hunting for.

Sheila laughed at the mock seriousness, "So your a mysterious joker, I think you'll fit right in here. As for me well, Let's see if I can't add some of my own mysteriousness to the situation," she said with a sly grin taking a slightly larger sip and then paused thinking up some of the mysterious clues to what she hunts.

"Okay, I got it..." she said "What I hunt is hard to find, but never moves. It's so large that it could eat a human in one swallow but is often described as small. People spend their lives making theirs the way they like it but for most of the time someone else owns it, I hunt with words and with money not my own. So... You reckon you can work out what it is?" she smiled indeed wondering if he would work out what she was hinting at hunting for.


Jack allowed himself a small grin. "Well, darlin'. Your'e either a psychologist or a digger of gold. You a gold-digger, honey?"

"No, I don't pan for Gold nor do I do any sort of mining... Try thinking of the land itself, but mainly what sits on the land..." she said giving Jack a weird clue to the puzzle.

"No, I don't pan for Gold nor do I do any sort of mining... Try thinking of the land itself, but mainly what sits on the land..." she said giving Jack a weird clue to the puzzle.


Realizing that Sheila didn't understand what he meant by a gold-digger, Jack said, "Tell ya what, Sheila. Let's grab another beer, head on out to the veranda where we can have a little privacy, and have a heart-to-heart talk about just what it is we're both doing here. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's sort of similar what we do for a living."

Airport Customs

after hours on a private Plane two people one Male the other Female now stand at Customs after handing over there passports

Name Tasha Scott
Age: 23
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Female
Height: 168cm
Weight: 52.4kg
Career: Major Imperial Army
Photo
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Name David Scott
Age: 23
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Male
Height: 196cm
Weight: 84.3kg
Career: Colonel Imperial Army
Photo(with out the scars of the RE4 guy)
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as they wait the Female runs a finger down a scar on the left face cheek on the Male next to her then puts her hand into the breast pocket of his uniform (WW2 US kind)

"get out of that"said the man to her

Realizing that Sheila didn't understand what he meant by a gold-digger, Jack said, "Tell ya what, Sheila. Let's grab another beer, head on out to the veranda where we can have a little privacy, and have a heart-to-heart talk about just what it is we're both doing here. I have a sneaking suspicion that it's sort of similar what we do for a living."

Sheila smiled and said "alright." picking up her beer she was ready to follow Jack to the Verandah. There was something about Jack that she just loved.

*snip*


*snip*

Bruce came in from the back door of the house. "Bruce, we got some more visitors."

"Okay..." he looked around, catching the eye of a Bruce that the current visitors hadn't properly met yet he pointed at him as if he asked could pick them up. He responded with a nod, a smile and a thumbs up, before heading out to a reasonbly new car but the car would have been about 1980's.

The car pulled up just as the Isans had finished going through customs, Bruce entered the Airport and introduced himself to the two military personal. He was the Defense minister. It was thought to be appropriate to welcome military with someone who at least, well, somewhat knew the military.

Sheila smiled and said "alright." picking up her beer she was ready to follow Jack to the Verandah. There was something about Jack that she just loved.





Bruce came in from the back door of the house. "Bruce, we got some more visitors."

"Okay..." he looked around, catching the eye of a Bruce that the current visitors hadn't properly met yet he pointed at him as if he asked could pick them up. He responded with a nod, a smile and a thumbs up, before heading out to a reasonbly new car but the car would have been about 1980's.

The car pulled up just as the Isans had finished going through customs, Bruce entered the Airport and introduced himself to the two military personal. He was the Defense minister. It was thought to be appropriate to welcome military with someone who at least, well, somewhat knew the military.
OOC call them Imperials (MT) ,you only call them Isan(FT) when you see ISA at the end of Imperial
IC

"i'am Tasha this is my mate David"said Tasha introducing David who was carrying two Army backpacks moving to her side

"Uss mzild goddamn tangi"said David to himself

The informality of the title was now expected by Chris, and he accepted the beer with a nod of gratitude and decided to get the formal stuff out the way as soon as possible.

"Well ta very much Bruce, cheers for the brew. Anyway, if ya don't mind too much, just need to make sure of one or two things. I take it there aint a lot of taxes here on things coming in and out the country, hell, do ya have a tax system at all I have to wonder?" He smiled, grinning, pondering if there were opportunities for decent financial trade here.

"Anyway, just wanted to pass on a message that S&B goods would be highly welcome in the Commonwealth, no tariffs and all that and hopefully we can get a similar informal regime for our own stuff coming here."

The informality of the title was now expected by Chris, and he accepted the beer with a nod of gratitude and decided to get the formal stuff out the way as soon as possible.

"Well ta very much Bruce, cheers for the brew. Anyway, if ya don't mind too much, just need to make sure of one or two things. I take it there aint a lot of taxes here on things coming in and out the country, hell, do ya have a tax system at all I have to wonder?" He smiled, grinning, pondering if there were opportunities for decent financial trade here.

"Anyway, just wanted to pass on a message that S&B goods would be highly welcome in the Commonwealth, no tariffs and all that and hopefully we can get a similar informal regime for our own stuff coming here."

"Thanks, hop your enjoying yourself. Infact we do have taxes, mainly for social welfare, supporting local businesses, education and healthcare. So yeah, giving battlers a fair go is one of the cornerstones of our society. Thanks, for the offer, as for returning the favour, as long as Freethinkian companys play nice then no worries.

OOC call them Imperials (MT) ,you only call them Isan(FT) when you see ISA at the end of Imperial
IC

"i'am Tasha this is my mate David"said Tasha introducing David who was carrying two Army backpacks moving to her side

"Uss mzild goddamn tangi"said David to himself

Bruce lead the Imperials to the car, "Just put your gear in the back and we'll head off." he said getting into the car. The back, or boot, or trunk of the car was there. And once everyone was in the car they made it to the same house and went around the back.
OOC: Heh, sorry. I'm used to using Isan. But how you ask. Well, I think you will know If I say two words. "Rachael" and "Constantine". Yes. Me and the 3 letter nation (well okay it's not three letters technically but oh well) are controlled by the same person.

Bruce lead the Imperials to the car, "Just put your gear in the back and we'll head off." he said getting into the car. The back, or boot, or trunk of the car was there. And once everyone was in the car they made it to the same house and went around the back.
OOC: Heh, sorry. I'm used to using Isan. But how you ask. Well, I think you will know If I say two words. "Rachael" and "Constantine". Yes. Me and the 3 letter nation (well okay it's not three letters technically but oh well) are controlled by the same person.
OOC who i sent to Ra along with the Imperial family and her father for safety when the attack happen
IC


after the car stop at the house David got the backpacks out of the boot

"you did lock the weapons locker did you not"ask Tasha as she watch him

"Tasha do you think i'm going to let someone take my FAL56 and my Glock18 or your P90 and your Glock18 that easy"said David rolling his eyes at her

"just checking"said Tasha with a sorry look on her face
"i know"said David as he hug her with one arm

OOC who i sent to Ra along with the Imperial family and her father for safety when the attack happen
IC


after the car stop at the house David got the backpacks out of the boot

"you did lock the weapons locker did you not"ask Tasha as she watch him

"Tasha do you think i'm going to let someone take my FAL56 and my Glock18 or your P90 and your Glock18 that easy"said David rolling his eyes at her

"just checking"said Tasha with a sorry look on her face
"i know"said David as he hug her with one arm

OOC: Yep
IC:

"If, youd feel safer we've got own own Gun Locker here that we can store your locker in inside the house." The defense minister said waiting to see what the Imperials would do.

OOC: Yep
IC:

"If, youd feel safer we've got own own Gun Locker here that we can store your locker in inside the house." The defense minister said waiting to see what the Imperials would do.

"it's up to Tasha as she did say the Wars over an i don't need to have my weapons with or near me 24/7"said David looking at her

"well wont be you if they not around so get them an i wait in the room till you get back"said Tasha smiling after it

"ssinssrigg dos"said David to Tasha in Imperial not common

"i know now go"she said back to him

"ok you heard her lets go"said David

OOC some infor for small talk your people would note she wearing a wedding ring but not him

With a light breeze making their small talk that much more delightful, Jack and Sheila sat at a table in a cozy corner of the sprawling veranda on the south side of the pub. Taking a look at the terrain, Jack said, "Y'know, Sheila, this is a beautiful country. Semi-tropical, no crowds, great natural resources. The only dark cloud I can see is the interminable political wrangling that seems to be going on in the back rooms around here." He sat forward, hands clasped on the table. "And that's why I'm here. What I told you before is just about the truth....I'm here at the behest of my Emperor, Alaric Tan'it. I'm what you might call an infiltrator. I take up residence in a country for awhile, and keep my ears and eyes open for any indication of unrest, whether social, political, or military. I have no contacts, nor do I have a particular agenda. I and eleven others like me were selected for two reasons. Our extensive training in all fields of political and military endevors coupled with the fact that none of us have any living family that might interfere with our mission.

As an infiltrator, I simply report back to the Palace anything out of the ordinary within a given nation or government. This in itself is not unusual. There are literally thousands of people who are employed by numerous governments doing the very thing I'm doing. I'm fairly open about it....nothing to hide. Officially, I'm a retired army major, here on a fact-finding mission to determine if a particular country is worth contacting as to certain kinds of treaties or alliances. We in Xeraph have everything we need to sustain ourselves. Very, very little is imported. But what we want from nations is a fair-sized piece of land in order to maintain a military presence. We have bases in over forty countries. These countries therefore have a notable degree of peace and prosperity due to our presence.

In return for this land, we offer not only military protection, but financial enhancement and a culture second to none. My role in all of this is to find the deeper goings-on so that there are no surprises.

So there you have it. No more mystery. No more bullshit. And as I'm not a game-player, I'm lousy at deciphering riddles. So, my dear, what is an obviously delicate lady like yourself doing in a place like this?"

"it's up to Tasha as she did say the Wars over an i don't need to have my weapons with or near me 24/7"said David looking at her

"well wont be you if they not around so get them an i wait in the room till you get back"said Tasha smiling after it

"ssinssrigg dos"said David to Tasha in Imperial not common

"i know now go"she said back to him

"ok you heard her lets go"said David

OOC some infor for small talk your people would note she wearing a wedding ring but not him

"Let me help you with that," he said seeing if Tasha would let him help her "Just go down the side and around into the back, mate." Bruce said to David.

With a light breeze making their small talk that much more delightful, Jack and Sheila sat at a table in a cozy corner of the sprawling veranda on the south side of the pub. Taking a look at the terrain, Jack said, "Y'know, Sheila, this is a beautiful country. Semi-tropical, no crowds, great natural resources. The only dark cloud I can see is the interminable political wrangling that seems to be going on in the back rooms around here." He sat forward, hands clasped on the table. "And that's why I'm here. What I told you before is just about the truth....I'm here at the behest of my Emperor, Alaric Tan'it. I'm what you might call an infiltrator. I take up residence in a country for awhile, and keep my ears and eyes open for any indication of unrest, whether social, political, or military. I have no contacts, nor do I have a particular agenda. I and eleven others like me were selected for two reasons. Our extensive training in all fields of political and military endevors coupled with the fact that none of us have any living family that might interfere with our mission.

As an infiltrator, I simply report back to the Palace anything out of the ordinary within a given nation or government. This in itself is not unusual. There are literally thousands of people who are employed by numerous governments doing the very thing I'm doing. I'm fairly open about it....nothing to hide. Officially, I'm a retired army major, here on a fact-finding mission to determine if a particular country is worth contacting as to certain kinds of treaties or alliances. We in Xeraph have everything we need to sustain ourselves. Very, very little is imported. But what we want from nations is a fair-sized piece of land in order to maintain a military presence. We have bases in over forty countries. These countries therefore have a notable degree of peace and prosperity due to our presence.

In return for this land, we offer not only military protection, but financial enhancement and a culture second to none. My role in all of this is to find the deeper goings-on so that there are no surprises.

So there you have it. No more mystery. No more bullshit. And as I'm not a game-player, I'm lousy at deciphering riddles. So, my dear, what is an obviously delicate lady like yourself doing in a place like this?"

"Really, well, I don't know of anything like that, but the best person to talk to would be the Barman, they know everything about everyone that go to their bar."

"Interesting..." she said "Well, we certainly have lots of land." She chuckled "Actually, I think that the Bruce you need to talk to is having a bit of a party. I could take you there if you want."

"Ah, well you got to go somewhere after spending hours hunting around for houses you know." indicating the answer to her Riddle.

"Let me help you with that," he said seeing if Tasha would let him help her "Just go down the side and around into the back, mate." Bruce said to David.

"er thanks"said Tasha to Bruce as she watch David go
"it was not for you i be dead"Tasha said to herself quietly after Daivd was out of view

Thanks, hop your enjoying yourself. Infact we do have taxes, mainly for social welfare, supporting local businesses, education and healthcare. So yeah, giving battlers a fair go is one of the cornerstones of our society. Thanks, for the offer, as for returning the favour, as long as Freethinkian companys play nice then no worries.


Chris nodded, happy enough to leave the issue at that, more details would be the realm of the bureaucrats of the Treasury sent along with the incoming diplomacy staff. Still, stuff to note in the report, and given the reliance of the Commonwealth's economy on trade and international investments it certainly provided several good business opportunities for the titanic multnationals back home.

"Well, we like to think we do, we always do our best to adapt to what locals want and need, its only good for future business after all." He also got in the next set of brews whilst at the table in a quick break before speaking, Freestians had a reputation for always getting their rounds in that he wanted to maintain. "Well, to be honest thats probably the only real detail I wanted to check out before hand. I'm gonna get a full on embassy crew down here next week so long as thats all right, get relations going good and proper."

Chris groaned inwardly as he realised just how stuck up about work he was sounding, even if he was actually being paid for it.

"Anyway, enough of that. Have to say, this lovely little country of yours has the best bars and the best beer outside of Navarre Ive ever encountered."

"er thanks"said Tasha to Bruce as she watch David go
"it was not for you i be dead"Tasha said to herself quietly after Daivd was out of view

Tasha and Bruce both lugged the gun locker into the house, Bruce, the owner of the house, totally different to any and all other Bruces so that you have met so far met them and pulled the key out and unlocked the door and the two did the final step of putting it inside. The owner Bruce told Tasha "If you need to get at the guns just give me a yell, I'll be around." and with that both bruces seemed to disappear, the Defence minister, or "the man that looks after the troops" went into the back yard and saw David.

While the owner of the house went and did whatever it was that he did.

Chris nodded, happy enough to leave the issue at that, more details would be the realm of the bureaucrats of the Treasury sent along with the incoming diplomacy staff. Still, stuff to note in the report, and given the reliance of the Commonwealth's economy on trade and international investments it certainly provided several good business opportunities for the titanic multnationals back home.

"Well, we like to think we do, we always do our best to adapt to what locals want and need, its only good for future business after all." He also got in the next set of brews whilst at the table in a quick break before speaking, Freestians had a reputation for always getting their rounds in that he wanted to maintain. "Well, to be honest thats probably the only real detail I wanted to check out before hand. I'm gonna get a full on embassy crew down here next week so long as thats all right, get relations going good and proper."

Chris groaned inwardly as he realised just how stuck up about work he was sounding, even if he was actually being paid for it.

"Anyway, enough of that. Have to say, this lovely little country of yours has the best bars and the best beer outside of Navarre Ive ever encountered."

"Ah, good, now that business is done, the only requirement now is to have a good time, oh and thank you, if theres one thing we pride ourselves on it's our beer."

It was the time when Bruce spotted David. "That must be David, I'll come and introduce you."

Bruce left and introduced himself to David, "I would like you to meet someone. David, this is Chris, he's from Freethinkers and Chris David, he's from Imperial Isa

Tasha and Bruce both lugged the gun locker into the house, Bruce, the owner of the house, totally different to any and all other Bruces so that you have met so far met them and pulled the key out and unlocked the door and the two did the final step of putting it inside. The owner Bruce told Tasha "If you need to get at the guns just give me a yell, I'll be around." and with that both bruces seemed to disappear, the Defence minister, or "the man that looks after the troops" went into the back yard and saw David.

While the owner of the house went and did whatever it was that he did.

who was standing waiting for Tasha

It was the time when Bruce spotted David. "That must be David, I'll come and introduce you."

Bruce left and introduced himself to David, "I would like you to meet someone. David, this is Chris, he's from Freethinkers and Chris David, he's from Imperial

"hey"said David

Chris nodded at the beer comment, and silently decides to importa few cases of the stuff when he returns home. He takes the...somewhat short introduction in his stride as he proffers a hand in return.

"Chris Barham, Commissioner for the Freethinker Commonwealth. It is a pleasure to finally meet someone from your land."

"Colonel David Scott of The Shadow Empire of Imperial "said David to Chris
then he spots Tasha
"an this Beautiful thing is my Mate Tasha who's a Major in the Army"said David as he takes Tasha by her waist with one arm
"hi"said Tasha to Chris then looks at Davids face an runs a finger down the scar on his left cheek

"it's been given you some pain lately hasn't'ask Tasha
"a little"said David

Now that the Imperials and the Freethinkers where talking the Chief Minister Bruce decided to leave "If you need me, I'll be here. Someone will get me."

And with that he left to mingle with the other guests.

Tasha and David move to take a seat at a table at the side of the room
"here"said David taken a seat at one side of a table

Tasha takes the seat on the other side an looks at David

"i'll do it all over again Tasha"said David to her

"lu'oh xun dos zhaun usstan zhahus talintha d' nindyn draa draevalen"ask Tasha
"you get a look"said David as he gets up an goes to her

"but i still never work out why"said Tasha as David hugs her

"i save you the first time from that pack of wolves when we were teens as my Instincts told me too , the second time was life bring us back together"said David

"it don't mean a thing"said David as he sit back in his seat

Tasha and David move to take a seat at a table at the side of the room
"here"said David taken a seat at one side of a table

Tasha takes the seat on the other side an looks at David

"i'll do it all over again Tasha"said David to her

"lu'oh xun dos zhaun usstan zhahus talintha d' nindyn draa draevalen"ask Tasha
"you get a look"said David as he gets up an goes to her

"but i still never work out why"said Tasha as David hugs her

"i save you the first time from that pack of wolves when we were teens as my Instincts told me too , the second time was life bring us back together"said David

"it don't mean a thing"said David as he seat back in his seat

"Here, have a beer." Said Bruce, the effective defense minister for Shielas and Bruces as he put down, basically plonked three beers on the table before picking up onefor his own consumption, so are you here just to soak up the fine atmosphere and beer or is there something I might be able to help with."

Bruce said, obviously curious of indeed the reason the Imperials were here.

"Here, have a beer." Said Bruce, the effective defense minister for Shielas and Bruces as he put down, basically plonked three beers on the table before picking up onefor his own consumption, so are you here just to soak up the fine atmosphere and beer or is there something I might be able to help with."

Bruce said, obviously curious of indeed the reason the Imperials were here.

"a late honeymoon and to get him away from it all"said Tasha as she picks up the beer

David picks up the beer takes a sip then place it back down then starts to sing Brothers in Arms to himself

to this Tasha gets up an goes sits in his lap and hugs him
"it ok honey"she say to him

"Colonel David Scott of The Shadow Empire of Imperial "said David to Chris
then he spots Tasha
"an this Beautiful thing is my Mate Tasha who's a Major in the Army"said David as he takes Tasha by her waist with one arm
"hi"said Tasha to Chris then looks at Davids face an runs a finger down the scar on his left cheek

"it's been given you some pain lately hasn't'ask Tasha
"a little"said David

Chris moved to the table after replacing his own drink.

"Ah, ex-military...or current military I should say, sorry about that. Ex-Navy myself, 11 years until I got out last Autumn. Adventure is fun but it doesn't pay well."

After they replied to chris, Bruce asked, "So how you planning to spend the time?" he winked at them as if implying something.

Chris moved to the table after replacing his own drink.

"Ah, ex-military...or current military I should say, sorry about that. Ex-Navy myself, 11 years until I got out last Autumn. Adventure is fun but it doesn't pay well."
"both current and six an half years of war for both,me back at Imperial and him in Nam"said Tasha as she toys with the dog tags around Davids neck
After they replied to chris, Bruce asked, "So how you planning to spend the time?" he winked at them as if implying something.

"i know what i want"said Tasha with a purr
"we get to that later,i want to take you out to dinner "said David then Tasha cell rings
she looks at caller id
"it's mom and dad"said Tasha as she gets up and takes the call outside

"rich sobs who don't like me as i come from a working family,they don't like that there Tasha in the Army but by law you got to serve in the military,so she be mad when she gets back"said David to Chirs and Bruce so they know why Tasha went outside to talk

Vaadians are a rarity outside of the Free Republic, and become even rarer in the Klatch with the Federation's news laws specifically targeting them for search and seizure. Yet there was a Vaadian who had just arrived in the Nulla Nulla International Airport from a flight originating within Karmanyaka.

The black suited young man had been pressed into service by events far beyond his own control. He did not relish this visit but was bound by duty to his house and Lord to attempt this visit.

As he exited the flight he presented his Vaadian passport to customs, and prepared for the long wait to process him through, or his arrest and subsequent turning over to the Federation Marshals.

"Imperial?" Chris asked quite inquisitively. "So how does your government work then? Monarchy, democracy or?" He took another sip of his drink and listened again.

"Imperial?" Chris asked quite inquisitively. "So how does your government work then? Monarchy, democracy or?" He took another sip of his drink and listened again.

"we have a Emperor "said David as he looks at two photos

Vaadians are a rarity outside of the Free Republic, and become even rarer in the Klatch with the Federation's news laws specifically targeting them for search and seizure. Yet there was a Vaadian who had just arrived in the Nulla Nulla International Airport from a flight originating within Karmanyaka.

The black suited young man had been pressed into service by events far beyond his own control. He did not relish this visit but was bound by duty to his house and Lord to attempt this visit.

As he exited the flight he presented his Vaadian passport to customs, and prepared for the long wait to process him through, or his arrest and subsequent turning over to the Federation Marshals.

Two fairly burly Bruces approached the Vaadian, "Could you please come with us." They had pistols but they were clipped into their holsters. It was phrased as a question but purely for politeness, they expected for the Vaadian to what must be assumed to be some sort of interrogation. One of the Bruces would lead ahead of the Vaadian and the other would follow behind.

"both current and six an half years of war for both,me back at Imperial and him in Nam"said Tasha as she toys with the dog tags around Davids neck


"i know what i want"said Tasha with a purr
"we get to that later,i want to take you out to dinner "said David then Tasha cell rings
she looks at caller id
"it's mom and dad"said Tasha as she gets up and takes the call outside

"rich sobs who don't like me as i come from a working family,they don't like that there Tasha in the Army but by law you got to serve in the military,so she be mad when she gets back"said David to Chirs and Bruce so they know why Tasha went outside to talk

"Yeah, parent's-in-law can certainly be a problem, even here in Shielas and Bruces, but it's really upto you to make the best out of the situation you are in." said the Bruce giving a pearl or two of wisdom to David

Two fairly burly Bruces approached the Vaadian, "Could you please come with us." They had pistols but they were clipped into their holsters. It was phrased as a question but purely for politeness, they expected for the Vaadian to what must be assumed to be some sort of interrogation. One of the Bruces would lead ahead of the Vaadian and the other would follow behind.



The Vaadian nods "Of course gentlemen. I understand."

Checking his passport they would find that he is one Ydress Ehsan. As they walk he speaks to the men.

"I don't know if you are aware, but the Free Republic while having poor relations with the Federation, do not hold that against member states. If you require a background check, I am certain that the Velite Guard in Lassic will accommodate you as the Free Republic has had no reason to block any investigators from your nation from any such information."

He said it as if he did not expect his 'escorts' to do anything about it or really even listen. Still, it was the polite thing to do.

The Vaadian nods "Of course gentlemen. I understand."

Checking his passport they would find that he is one Ydress Ehsan. As they walk he speaks to the men.

"I don't know if you are aware, but the Free Republic while having poor relations with the Federation, do not hold that against member states. If you require a background check, I am certain that the Velite Guard in Lassic will accommodate you as the Free Republic has had no reason to block any investigators from your nation from any such information."

He said it as if he did not expect his 'escorts' to do anything about it or really even listen. Still, it was the polite thing to do.

"You'll be able to say what you have to say in a moment" said the guard behind, and literally a moment later they came to a door, it was on the left side of the corridoor and the guard beckoned Ydress to enter. It was not like he had much choice in the matter.

Looking in he would find it quite comfortable. It didn't look like an interrogation room at all, there wasn't even a mirror that could of been a two-way mirror. And add to there there was a small cart in one of the corners that had refreshments, biscuits, lamingtons and slices. As well as Tea, Coffee, water and Juice.

"Bruce won't be long." They said, before closing the door behind Ydress.

"Yeah, parent's-in-law can certainly be a problem, even here in Shielas and Bruces, but it's really upto you to make the best out of the situation you are in." said the Bruce giving a pearl or two of wisdom to David

"i take care of her and she takes care of me like the night i saved her when i was on R@R back home in Imperial after battle of hill 215, you may as hear the story"said David then finish off the beer

"you see i'am a renegade"said David as he rip off the patch on his left shoulder and place it down so Bruce could look at it better
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Renegades.gif

"an hill 215 ws the most bloody and costly battle for us,we were surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered ,two of our Battalions on the hill to there three Brigade around it" David stops to let this sink in

"we knew we were surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered when we heard the bugles call,but We swore we'd stand or fall together "

"i take care of her and she takes care of me like the night i saved her when i was on R@R back home in Imperial after battle of hill 215, you may as hear the story"said David then finish off the beer

"you see i'am a renegade"said David as he rip off the patch on his left shoulder and place it down so Bruce could look at it better
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Renegades.gif

"an hill 215 ws the most bloody and costly battle for us,we were surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered ,two of our Battalions on the hill to there three Brigade around it" David stops to let this sink in

"we knew we were surrounded and hopelessly outnumbered when we heard the bugles call,but We swore we'd stand or fall together "

Bruce listened and had picked up the badge before putting it down back on the table afterwards.

"So then what happened?" he asked wondering how the story would finish, obviously he was here no se he survived but that didn't mean something else hadn't happened.

Bruce listened and had picked up the badge before putting it down back on the table afterwards.

"So then what happened?" he asked wondering how the story would finish, obviously he was here no se he survived but that didn't mean something else hadn't happened.

"end of a week of fighting out of ammo for our own weapons an use there ones to keep fighting, no food or water help got to us there was four of us left, another week of fighting only i was left,they at last pull me out of the line, give me some medals and sent me back home for R@R" David stops for a min

"late friday night my first time back home i was just walking around not knowing what to do when i hear a womans screams of help ,so i head off toward them at the sametime i'm thinking they sound like ones i heard long ago but can't be"

Tasha enters after finishing the call but stays at the door when she hear David talking she could listen to what he was saying

"so i enter the alleyway to find ten guys try to have there way with a woman who was puting up a fight but would have lose it if i had not shown up ,i beat the shit out of all at the sametime taking a knife to my left cheek of my face when cops showed up"

at this point Tasha walks over sits in Davids lap and place her hand on his left cheek then specks

"they do there thing and we all go to the er,after answering questions and getting the ok by the doctor, i ask the cop who was the soldier who came to my aid" Tasha stops an kiss David

"the cop tells me ,i'm like it can't be the him, so i get up off the bed i was on and go off looking to see if it was "

"i find him outside after he got his cheek stitched up so i ran right to him an place my arms around him and i start to cry into his chest"said Tasha

"my Taxi shows up so i help her in take her back to my hotel and let her cry in my arms till she fell asleep"said David

"You'll be able to say what you have to say in a moment" said the guard behind, and literally a moment later they came to a door, it was on the left side of the corridoor and the guard beckoned Ydress to enter. It was not like he had much choice in the matter.

Looking in he would find it quite comfortable. It didn't look like an interrogation room at all, there wasn't even a mirror that could of been a two-way mirror. And add to there there was a small cart in one of the corners that had refreshments, biscuits, lamingtons and slices. As well as Tea, Coffee, water and Juice.

"Bruce won't be long." They said, before closing the door behind Ydress.

Mr. Ehsan nodded politely and took a seat.

"I see, thank you very much."

He made himself comfortable and waited patiently.

Chris merely leaned back, berating himself for such a formal request completely out of place with the conversation. Instead he just leaned back at the table sipping on his beer before excusing himself at the end of the tale and wandering over to the bar.

He replaced the beer with a glass of water, warm weather survival and alcohol and all, and spotted the 'guy who looks after the money' at the pool table finishing off a game with a now disappearing Sheila. No coins on the corner, Barham walked up to the edge of the table and flicked the lever to release the balls. Picking up his cue he nodded at the ministerial Bruce.

"Game?"

"end of a week of fighting out of ammo for our own weapons an use there ones to keep fighting, no food or water help got to us there was four of us left, another week of fighting only i was left,they at last pull me out of the line, give me some medals and sent me back home for R@R" David stops for a min

"late friday night my first time back home i was just walking around not knowing what to do when i hear a womans screams of help ,so i head off toward them at the sametime i'm thinking they sound like ones i heard long ago but can't be"

Tasha enters after finishing the call but stays at the door when she hear David talking she could listen to what he was saying

"so i enter the alleyway to find ten guys try to have there way with a woman who was puting up a fight but would have lose it if i had not shown up ,i beat the shit out of all at the sametime taking a knife to my left cheek of my face when cops showed up"

at this point Tasha walks over sits in Davids lap and place her hand on his left cheek then specks

"they do there thing and we all go to the er,after answering questions and getting the ok by the doctor, i ask the cop who was the soldier who came to my aid" Tasha stops an kiss David

"the cop tells me ,i'm like it can't be the him, so i get up off the bed i was on and go off looking to see if it was "

"i find him outside after he got his cheek stitched up so i ran right to him an place my arms around him and i start to cry into his chest"said Tasha

"my Taxi shows up so i help her in take her back to my hotel and let her cry in my arms till she fell asleep"said David

"A true hero, not because of what you did to get your medals but, seeing something like that and putting yourself into danger to right the wrong. I can see why she is.. uh.. interested in you." he said adding a smile in with the last phrase.

Mr. Ehsan nodded politely and took a seat.

"I see, thank you very much."

He made himself comfortable and waited patiently.

12 minutes later the door opened once again and this time a short (by Brucian standards, he was around 5'9") and pale-tanless skin. It was obvious that he spent all day inside, especially with large thick glasses, types that you would think came out of the 80's. He was carrying a large pile of papers and sat them

"So Mr Ydress Ehsna, is it? I'm sure you're fully aware of the current situation. With the recent legistlatiion past by the Federation and with us joining quite frankly without the information that it was in the works. Before we proceed would you like something to eat or drink, theres an assortment of snacks and drinks including some Beer..." It was then he looked up, and noticed the vacant spot on the cart where the beer would of been. "Uh, sorry no beer. There was but *someone* must have drunk it." saying someone as if he was identifying a particular person. "Anyway, the offer is there before we start."

Chris merely leaned back, berating himself for such a formal request completely out of place with the conversation. Instead he just leaned back at the table sipping on his beer before excusing himself at the end of the tale and wandering over to the bar.

He replaced the beer with a glass of water, warm weather survival and alcohol and all, and spotted the 'guy who looks after the money' at the pool table finishing off a game with a now disappearing Sheila. No coins on the corner, Barham walked up to the edge of the table and flicked the lever to release the balls. Picking up his cue he nodded at the ministerial Bruce.

"Game?"

"Of course..." he said Racking up the balls with the triangle, the black 8 ball in the middle as always with all the other balls arranged properly. This Bruce knew his stuff.

"You can break." Bruce said taking a step back to just see how good his opponent was.

Barham lined up the shot with cool nonchalance, breaking and scattering the red and yellow formation against the sides.

"So, you do have a taxation system. So how is it spent, I assume you have schools and hospitals and the like?"

Barham lined up the shot with cool nonchalance, breaking and scattering the red and yellow formation against the sides.

"So, you do have a taxation system. So how is it spent, I assume you have schools and hospitals and the like?"

"Yeah, we do." Bruce said as he walked around the table. "Our focus is on schools, hospitals and pretty much help people that are struggling, whether they are self-employed, running a business or un-employed." speaking as he was lining up his next shot. *bang* The cue was hit and rolled across the table tapping one of the balls near the side of the table into the pocket.

"Yeah, and those that earn more are certainly considered to have a greater responsibility in what they do with it. Your turn."

EDIT: Eh, oh well. Stupid Account mis-sellection.

Barham raised an eyebrow, but simply assumed it was a one-shot house rule and took his turn, knocking in a red ball on the far corner.

"Ah, moderates then, thats cool. I imagine you have a healthy respect for private property..." Generally a needless question in such an environment but still worht making sure. He would have to write up a few reports for firms back home. "So, what are your strongest markets then? Agricultural goods or raw materials, things like that? What sorta industries and trade would you be looking to attract?"

Barham raised an eyebrow, but simply assumed it was a one-shot house rule and took his turn, knocking in a red ball on the far corner.

"Ah, moderates then, thats cool. I imagine you have a healthy respect for private property..." Generally a needless question in such an environment but still worht making sure. He would have to write up a few reports for firms back home. "So, what are your strongest markets then? Agricultural goods or raw materials, things like that? What sorta industries and trade would you be looking to attract?"

"Hmmm." Bruce pondered, whether it was the set up of the table or the questions that where given to where unknown. "Yeah, Private property is respected, but certainly considerations are made for well, public areas of private property, such as entrances, storefronts, you know things like that." he walked around the table but was still deciding on his shot

"I supposse,yes, resources and agriculture would be our strongest... Ah, here we go." He had finally choosen the shot and set it up... another yellow ball got potted. "Though we have a strong farm machinery and other manufactoring industries as well. Mainly service industries I suppose, our car industry could also use some foreign investment too." Bruce said stepping away from the table leaving it open for Chris.

"Yeah, rural financial services, rugged vehicle manufacture. Some heavy civil engineering jobs if we can, spruce up the place a bit nice and cheap, fancy a brand spanking new heavy traffic harbour or aerospace port or something along those lines. Seeing what they had to conquer back home we can do things like that pretty nicely and pump in a fair amount of skills and money into local economies too...."

Barham shot and missed this time, cursing loudly but mildly as the red spun and came to a rest blocking a corner pocket.

"Farm insurance, stuff like that. We're looking to import a lot in the way of basic agricultural stuff, I mean, we import millions of tons of cattle and grains a year just for Navarre, and besides that major commercial ores, iron heavy for the stuff back home as well. Good prices given the demand. I mean, we would love to help out developing infrastructure and all. We're a nation built on trade and we can do some pretty good deals on transport aid and cooperation..." He stopped, trying not to sound patronising as he realised that would probably be the domestic plan too.

"Like I said, we're close in culture that way, big expanse, lots of rural space lovers, hard workers, similar to ourselves. Being good neighbours helping put up the fence, ya know."

"A true hero, not because of what you did to get your medals but, seeing something like that and putting yourself into danger to right the wrong. I can see why she is.. uh.. interested in you." he said adding a smile in with the last phrase.

"it was not right"said David

"i was into him the first time he saved me but he left two days later for boot an i stayed in high school so i didn't really get to know him much"said Tasha
as she picks up the patch an place it into her hand bag

"so where is a good place i can take her out to eat"ask David

"it was not right"said David

"i was into him the first time he saved me but he left two days later for boot an i stayed in high schoo so i didn't really get to know him muchl"said Tasha
as she picks up the patch an place it into her hand bag

"so where is a good place i can take out to eat"ask David

"Hmmm, theres quite a nice little place in Kangaroobie Street, The Boiling Pot. It's not far..."

"Yeah, rural financial services, rugged vehicle manufacture. Some heavy civil engineering jobs if we can, spruce up the place a bit nice and cheap, fancy a brand spanking new heavy traffic harbour or aerospace port or something along those lines. Seeing what they had to conquer back home we can do things like that pretty nicely and pump in a fair amount of skills and money into local economies too...."

Barham shot and missed this time, cursing loudly but mildly as the red spun and came to a rest blocking a corner pocket.

"Farm insurance, stuff like that. We're looking to import a lot in the way of basic agricultural stuff, I mean, we import millions of tons of cattle and grains a year just for Navarre, and besides that major commercial ores, iron heavy for the stuff back home as well. Good prices given the demand. I mean, we would love to help out developing infrastructure and all. We're a nation built on trade and we can do some pretty good deals on transport aid and cooperation..." He stopped, trying not to sound patronising as he realised that would probably be the domestic plan too.

"Like I said, we're close in culture that way, big expanse, lots of rural space lovers, hard workers, similar to ourselves. Being good neighbours helping put up the fence, ya know."

"ooo.. Bad luck." There was a yellow ball placed right in front of a pocket and opportunity that he couldn't pass up but he had to be careful to much power and the cue would go in the pocket, to little and he would give Chris a penalty shot.

"Sounds good, I can get things organised so our business speak with your businesses get things underway. I hate to use the phrase but 'I see this as the start of a beautiful friendship'"

The cue was hit and flew towards the corner.. the target ball was being bared down upon, it's fate uncertain. The cue struck the ball but while it had been aimed correctly there was just too much power. The yellow ball and the cue ball went into the pocket.

"Bah, Oh well, that's 2 shots for you."

Barham nodded, potting on his first and once again missing on his main shot. Level again as the young Freestian took another sip of lager.

"Good, I can go back home with an excellent portofolio of opportunities. Mutual trade is mutual benefit after all. On the same subject, what is the current state of infrastructure here? I assume some investment in roads and railways, how about power and water supplies?"

Barham nodded, potting on his first and once again missing on his main shot. Level again as the young Freestian took another sip of lager.

"Good, I can go back home with an excellent portofolio of opportunities. Mutual trade is mutual benefit after all. On the same subject, what is the current state of infrastructure here? I assume some investment in roads and railways, how about power and water supplies?"

"Roads and Rail are actually good, unless of course the capacity needs to be upgraded, I've got people that do all the analysing. Power shouldn't be a problem. Though for any business that uses large amounts of water, I'd certainly recommend using Sea Water as much as possible. As you may of noticed we don't get much rainfall around here."

"Hmmm, theres quite a nice little place in Kangaroobie Street, The Boiling Pot. It's not far..."

David nods his head
"lets change"said Tasha as she gets off his lap

hour later

Tasha and David walk back in the room
Tasha was wearing a hot little sexy black number with black high heels and stockings and David was in dress uniform

"so how far is it"ask David


OOC you see ten lines of army ribbons on the jacket

Barham added desalinisation plants to his mental list as he watched the pot. He missed...again...putting himself one behind once more.

"Okay, so there is stuff to work with and respective markets. So hows about security, I assume you have a decent police force or at least respectable citizenry, looks like you've done a good in that regard." Search for every new market and weak point. Another sip of beer and the conversation continued. "Still, sounds all good. I assume there's some land avaliable to purchase for an embassy block thats been arranged?"

Barham added desalinisation plants to his mental list as he watched the pot. He missed...again...putting himself one behind once more.

"Okay, so there is stuff to work with and respective markets. So hows about security, I assume you have a decent police force or at least respectable citizenry, looks like you've done a good in that regard." Search for every new market and weak point. Another sip of beer and the conversation continued. "Still, sounds all good. I assume there's some land avaliable to purchase for an embassy block thats been arranged?"

Crime is an issue in the bigger places, I don't know really how crime is. but the UN come here and say that crime is "relatively low". As far as I know it's a mix of appropriate funding to the police as well as our people. Security won't be much of a problem. Yeah, one of the other Bruces has organised that. Though I'm not sure where."

David nods his head
"lets change"said Tasha as she gets off his lap

hour later

Tasha and David walk back in the room
Tasha was wearing a hot little sexy black number with black high heels and stockings and David was in dress uniform

"so how far is it"ask David


OOC you see ten lines of army ribbons on the jacket

Bruce furnished a little map of Nulla Nulla. "We're here." he said indicating a dot on the map "and The Boiling Pot is here." he said indicating another dot. The town was pretty laid out in squares and it was 6-blocks away.

"Right, good..." Barham seemed bathed in thought, finally potting again.

"Okay, does look like I can send an impressive report back. We'll probably sort a building out through commercial means then. Local labour and supplies, no worries, 'sume it won't be a problem to bring a few soldiers over as staff or you not too keen on that?"

Bruce furnished a little map of Nulla Nulla. "We're here." he said indicating a dot on the map "and The Boiling Pot is here." he said indicating another dot. The town was pretty laid out in squares and it was 6-blocks away.

"thanks"said David as Tasha place his arm under hers
"i'm set"Tasha says to David

"see you later"said David then leads Tasha out the door

"Right, good..." Barham seemed bathed in thought, finally potting again.

"Okay, does look like I can send an impressive report back. We'll probably sort a building out through commercial means then. Local labour and supplies, no worries, 'sume it won't be a problem to bring a few soldiers over as staff or you not too keen on that?"

The table started to look a bit bare, yet everything was even, 3 yellow balls, 3 red and one black on one white...

This was starting to get hard, he hit the ball but it didn't go in but what happened The Cue ball ended up behind a yellow ball in the corner, making the next shot for Chris very difficult. "Soldiers for guarding your embassy, shouldn't be a problem but otherwise soldiers might be a problem. You'd have to talk to the Bruce that deals with that sort of thing."

"thanks"said David as Tasha place his arm under hers
"i'm set"Tasha says to David

"see you later"said David then leads Tasha out the door

"Have a good night."

front of The Boiling Pot

"guess having a puppy running around at home be ok ,we here"said Daivd to Tasha

front of The Boiling Pot

"guess having a puppy running around at home be ok ,we here"said Daivd to Tasha

The Boiling Pot presented itself as a homely place, It looked like a home yet also recognisably a restaurant. IT probably was at one point a large red-brink house that was turned with rendering into a nice restaurant. Inside was also decorated to remind people of homeliness, of "good old fasioned home cooking" as people might say. There was a counter that acted as the reception, cashier for the restaurant.

Behind the counter there was a Sheila. "Table for two?" she asked "Would you like a table with a bit more privacy?" She asked picking up some menus.

12 minutes later the door opened once again and this time a short (by Brucian standards, he was around 5'9") and pale-tanless skin. It was obvious that he spent all day inside, especially with large thick glasses, types that you would think came out of the 80's. He was carrying a large pile of papers and sat them

"So Mr Ydress Ehsna, is it? I'm sure you're fully aware of the current situation. With the recent legistlatiion past by the Federation and with us joining quite frankly without the information that it was in the works. Before we proceed would you like something to eat or drink, theres an assortment of snacks and drinks including some Beer..." It was then he looked up, and noticed the vacant spot on the cart where the beer would of been. "Uh, sorry no beer. There was but *someone* must have drunk it." saying someone as if he was identifying a particular person. "Anyway, the offer is there before we start."

"Mr. Ehsan, yes. No thank you I don't need anything." If they had heard anything about the business like Vaadians, this gentleman was it, preferring to completely take care of business before engaging in any sort of frivolity like eating or drinking and what not.

"It is quite alright, we get on with whatever you need to do."

The Boiling Pot presented itself as a homely place, It looked like a home yet also recognisably a restaurant. IT probably was at one point a large red-brink house that was turned with rendering into a nice restaurant. Inside was also decorated to remind people of homeliness, of "good old fasioned home cooking" as people might say. There was a counter that acted as the reception, cashier for the restaurant.

Behind the counter there was a Sheila. "Table for two?" she asked "Would you like a table with a bit more privacy?" She asked picking up some menus.

"yes to both thank you"said David as he look around the place with his eyes

"Will do, though I'm glad to see your not the sort of blokes who enjoy paperwork." Chris grinned, a smile that turned to a thinking grimace as he eyed up the shot. He tried to be clever, sneaking in the red with an angled shot, only to see the cue ball follow the red ball into the corner opposite.

"Shit...anyway, which Bruce or Sheila would that be?" He enquired, looking over his shoulder for future reference.

"Mr. Ehsan, yes. No thank you I don't need anything." If they had heard anything about the business like Vaadians, this gentleman was it, preferring to completely take care of business before engaging in any sort of frivolity like eating or drinking and what not.

"It is quite alright, we get on with whatever you need to do."

"Okay, What I want to know primarily from the Vaadian point of view, what happened to cause the, um, hostilities between Federation and the uh" * looks down at a piece of paper.* "the Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad? Sorry, one other thing I presume you are some sort of Vaadian official?"

"yes to both thank you"said David as he look around the place with his eyes

David and Tasha were lead to a table near a corner, the privacy was provided more by having less people around than anything else. "Okay, here are your menu's I'll be back soon to get your order. Have a nice night." She offered placing the menus on the table. The menu was a full menu and had a lot of forms of red meat - sausages, mince, steaks, chops, roasts - including various pig meats including ham, bacon, a few fish and chicken meals. They all had the option of Vegies or Salad and chips. The extent of the drinks were water, juice, a few soft drinks and beers. No wines or spirits.

"Will do, though I'm glad to see your not the sort of blokes who enjoy paperwork." Chris grinned, a smile that turned to a thinking grimace as he eyed up the shot. He tried to be clever, sneaking in the red with an angled shot, only to see the cue ball follow the red ball into the corner opposite.

"Shit...anyway, which Bruce or Sheila would that be?" He enquired, looking over his shoulder for future reference.

Bruce surveyed the table and then surveyed the crowd, Spotting the Bruce that was needed e yelled out "Bruce!", maybe it was the tone, inflection or something but only one Bruce responded. Taking his shots quickly, *plonk, *plonk* two balls went into pockets of the table. There was one single yellow and 2 reds left. It looked like Bruce had the advantage.

David and Tasha were lead to a table near a corner, the privacy was provided more by having less people around than anything else. "Okay, here are your menu's I'll be back soon to get your order. Have a nice night." She offered placing the menus on the table. The menu was a full menu and had a lot of forms of red meat - sausages, mince, steaks, chops, roasts - including various pig meats including ham, bacon, a few fish and chicken meals. They all had the option of Vegies or Salad and chips. The extent of the drinks were water, juice, a few soft drinks and beers. No wines or spirits.

both sat there talking in Imperial to one another of whos having what but sametime David was think to himself

got a feeling she wants more then just a puppy around at home
i love her with all that left of my human self but am i ready to have children

"what do you think of what i'am wearing"ask Tasha

"lots of things but main one is that you look hot in it"said David
"don't tell me of the others things i can guess"said Tasha

one of them would be about the cost but i understand way he dose think about it,
i hope he is all so thinking to get me out of it an give me a good fucking too thought Tasha

Fact he was as he looks into her Beatiful green eyes
dam she is hot ,can't wait to get her out of it an give her a good fucking

"it good to get away from it all"Tasha said as she similies at him as she rub her foot against his leg
"all way is"David said back

"Okay, What I want to know primarily from the Vaadian point of view, what happened to cause the, um, hostilities between Federation and the uh" * looks down at a piece of paper.* "the Free Republic of Ilek-Vaad? Sorry, one other thing I presume you are some sort of Vaadian official?"




Mr. Ehsan looks a bit shocked by the first part of the question "Well, That is a question that could take us days to answer properly. I will try to give you a synopsis. The Free Republic has several times given the Federation military support to combat invasions of Dyelli Beybi, scare off the OMP from blockading the Federation and even invading Karmanyaka to oust the illegal anti-federation regime and restore the legal pro-federation government. We have been repaid by having 5 divisions of Joint Defence Force armour parked on our Western Border, having the Federation government refusing an embassy exchange, refusing to meet our Ministers and refusing to even consider the jointly drafted Federation-Republic draft resolution on alliance between the Federation and the Free Republic.

After having an embassy surrounded by tanks, having Retaliatory Guard personnel kidnapped in Dyelli Beybi and having a missile fired at our Envoy in Port Olympus, the Republican Council voted to officially not recognize the Federation as a legitimate government and to deal with Federation states on a case by case basis. The missile fired at our envoy is the biggest sticking point as he was targeted with a Federation JDF built anti-armour missile and the 'terrorists' that carried out the attack never claimed responsibility, have never been named and never apprehended by Federation authorities, and investigators have uncovered that the Federation Marshal's have never even investigated the incident. You can draw your own conclusions from that.

Add on top of that the monthly threats of war from the Federation's President, and seizing of Vaadian merchant ships in the Squall Straits, and well, here we are. Keep in mind the Free Republic has never arrested Federation citizens or done anything to hinder trade within the Federation, and even while all this is going on our Retaliatory Guard have freely shared intelligence with the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak. My fellow country men are still trying to figure out why when alliance seemed certain, the Federation President and Parliament refused to even look at the alliance resolution that their own officials had helped draft."

He pauses to takes a breath "No, I am not technically an official of the Republican Council. That is the short answer, I am afraid."

both sat there talking in Imperial to one another of whos having what but sametime David was think to himself

got a feeling she wants more then just a puppy around at home
i love her with all that left of my human self but am i ready to have children

"what do you think of what i'am wearing"ask Tasha

"lots of things but main one is that you look hot in it"said David
"don't tell me of the others things i can guess"said Tasha

one of them would be about the cost but i understand way he dose think about it,
i hope he is all so thinking to get me out of it an give me a good fucking too thought Tasha

Fact he was as he looks into her Beatiful green eyes
dam she is hot ,can't wait to get her out of it an give her a good fucking

"it good to get away from it all"Tasha said as she similies at him as she rub her foot against his leg
"all way is"David said back

A few moments later Sheila came back and asked if they were right to order.

Mr. Ehsan looks a bit shocked by the first part of the question "Well, That is a question that could take us days to answer properly. I will try to give you a synopsis. The Free Republic has several times given the Federation military support to combat invasions of Dyelli Beybi, scare off the OMP from blockading the Federation and even invading Karmanyaka to oust the illegal anti-federation regime and restore the legal pro-federation government. We have been repaid by having 5 divisions of Joint Defence Force armour parked on our Western Border, having the Federation government refusing an embassy exchange, refusing to meet our Ministers and refusing to even consider the jointly drafted Federation-Republic draft resolution on alliance between the Federation and the Free Republic.

After having an embassy surrounded by tanks, having Retaliatory Guard personnel kidnapped in Dyelli Beybi and having a missile fired at our Envoy in Port Olympus, the Republican Council voted to officially not recognize the Federation as a legitimate government and to deal with Federation states on a case by case basis. The missile fired at our envoy is the biggest sticking point as he was targeted with a Federation JDF built anti-armour missile and the 'terrorists' that carried out the attack never claimed responsibility, have never been named and never apprehended by Federation authorities, and investigators have uncovered that the Federation Marshal's have never even investigated the incident. You can draw your own conclusions from that.

Add on top of that the monthly threats of war from the Federation's President, and seizing of Vaadian merchant ships in the Squall Straits, and well, here we are. Keep in mind the Free Republic has never arrested Federation citizens or done anything to hinder trade within the Federation, and even while all this is going on our Retaliatory Guard have freely shared intelligence with the Glorious Kingdom of Vrak. My fellow country men are still trying to figure out why when alliance seemed certain, the Federation President and Parliament refused to even look at the alliance resolution that their own officials had helped draft."

He pauses to takes a breath "No, I am not technically an official of the Republican Council. That is the short answer, I am afraid."

"So it would be an effective summary to say that 'You don't have anything against the Federation per se, just it's leadership's irrational and provocative manner'? Also I take it by the 'technically' you are here on some sort of mission, would you elaborate on this mission?"

"So it would be an effective summary to say that 'You don't have anything against the Federation per se, just it's leadership's irrational and provocative manner'? Also I take it by the 'technically' you are here on some sort of mission, would you elaborate on this mission?"

"Yes, that would, be fair." Mr. Ehsan said with a nod, pleased that this gentleman apparently caught on so fast, it was much different than dealing with any number of other Klatchians that wanted to talk things to death.

"Well technically my only position is Second Leftenant in the Velite Reserve, the Republican Council is a bit wary about sending out Envoys and Ambassadors to Federation states , and I am here to see what your nations disposition is to the Free Republic."

"Yes, that would, be fair." Mr. Ehsan said with a nod, pleased that this gentleman apparently caught on so fast, it was much different than dealing with any number of other Klatchians that wanted to talk things to death.

"Well technically my only position is Second Leftenant in the Velite Reserve, the Republican Council is a bit wary about sending out Envoys and Ambassadors to Federation states , and I am here to see what your nations disposition is to the Free Republic."

Bruce flipped through some of the papers he had infront of him, as if looking for something, "Excuse me for a second." He said while skim reading and skipping through the pieces of paper.

"Hmmm... wel, I can't seem to find anything here in regards to what you would call 'relations' with Ilek Vaad. So I don't know... Perhaps you would like to see Bruce, the man that makes these decisions? Honestly, I can't tell you."

A few moments later Sheila came back and asked if they were right to order.

Tasha turns her head an specks to her
"yes two roasts , one glass of orange juice for me and water for him thank you"said Tasha

Tasha turns her head an specks to her
"yes two roasts , one glass of orange juice for me and water for him thank you"said Tasha

"Okay, thanks... That will be two Beef Roasts with Vegies and some Orange Juice and water." She replied confirming the order, making any changes that where necessary before heading for their order.

The place wasn't packed but it was well customed and everyone just seemed to be... well.. nice.

"Okay, thanks... That will be two Beef Roasts with Vegies and some Orange Juice and water." She replied confirming the order, making any changes that where necessary before heading for their order.

The place wasn't packed but it was well customed and everyone just seemed to be... well.. nice.

as they wait Tasha looks over into Davids blue eyes they were Soldiers eyes now seen things that she never seen

"this a nice nation"said Tasha to him still looking into his eyes
David nods his head

" i would marry you all over again" said David a min after noding his head
"an i would say yes all over again"said Tasha moving closer to him

"Tasha i was think i know that you find it frightening, how i can change just as fast as lightning and an"

"honey i know no need to say a thing "said Tasha as she takes his hand into hers and kissed him on the lips

Bruce flipped through some of the papers he had infront of him, as if looking for something, "Excuse me for a second." He said while skim reading and skipping through the pieces of paper.

"Hmmm... wel, I can't seem to find anything here in regards to what you would call 'relations' with Ilek Vaad. So I don't know... Perhaps you would like to see Bruce, the man that makes these decisions? Honestly, I can't tell you."

Mr Ehsan nodded " I do not believe that our nations share any direct relations as of yet. I am just here to gauge whether your nation will allow itself to be a mere tool of the Federation or give us the chance to to prove or disprove ourselves of being worthy of closer relations."

Mr. Ehsan shrugged "I will meet with whomever is most appropriate to discuss such things with."

as they wait Tasha looks over into Davids blue eyes they were Soldiers eyes now seen things that she never seen

"this a nice nation"said Tasha to him still looking into his eyes
David nods his head

" i would marry you all over again" said David a min after noding his head
"an i would say yes all over again"said Tasha moving closer to him

"Tasha i was think i know that you find it frightening, how i can change just as fast as lightning and an"

"honey i know no need to say a thing "said Tasha as she takes his hand into hers and kissed him on the lips

The Drinks arrived just after the kiss while the roasts and vegetables arrived another 10 minutes later. 3 Large slices of succulent potatoes, pumpkin, beans where on each plate, a jug of gravy was also brought out so that they could apply how much or how little gravy they wanted.

Mr Ehsan nodded " I do not believe that our nations share any direct relations as of yet. I am just here to gauge whether your nation will allow itself to be a mere tool of the Federation or give us the chance to to prove or disprove ourselves of being worthy of closer relations."

Mr. Ehsan shrugged "I will meet with whomever is most appropriate to discuss such things with."

"Just a moment... I'll be back in around 15 or so minutes, Please get yourself a drink while you wait."

And Bruce left taking his papers with him, so once again Mr. Ydress Ehsan was
left alone in the room.

The Drinks arrived just after the kiss while the roasts and vegetables arrived another 10 minutes later. 3 Large slices of succulent potatoes, pumpkin, beans where on each plate, a jug of gravy was also brought out so that they could apply how much or how little gravy they wanted.

as they enjoy the meal they made small talk

"so can i dance with the devil tonight before i go to bed with him"ask Tasha using Davids nickname given to him by the other side bring the war
"if thats what you want "said David
"yes"said Tasha
"then yes"David said back as sips at the water

Chris grimaced, annoyed with the cue he missed his pot again, leaving a red sitting on the opposite pocket. With a barely audiable 'damn' he took another swig of his drink and made a mental note of which Bruce to talk to after the game.

"So this is the place your government meets in then? Or do you have a dedicated hall tucked away somewhere? Nice place, must admit, just very different to where I come from."

"Just a moment... I'll be back in around 15 or so minutes, Please get yourself a drink while you wait."

And Bruce left taking his papers with him, so once again Mr. Ydress Ehsan was
left alone in the room.

Mr. Ehsan nodded politely. "Thank you." He waited quietly for the gentleman to return, he still not avail himself of any snacks or drinks.

as they enjoy the meal they made small talk

"so can i dance with the devil tonight before i go to bed with him"ask Tasha using Davids nickname given to him by the other bring the war
"if thats what you want "said David
"yes"said Tasha
"then yes"David said back as sips at the water

While there wasn't a dance floor in the store, when they asked Sheila about the potential for dance she invited them to a party where music and dancing was almost a necessity despite how well (or not) one might dance

Mr. Ehsan nodded politely. "Thank you." He waited quietly for the gentleman to return, he still not avail himself of any snacks or drinks.

The door opened not long after Bruce left and another man entered. "Here, you must be parched after all that yakkin'" he said. It was Bruce the Minister of External Relations, as he plonked a beer on the table before taking a swig of his own...

"Now, what can I do for ya?"

Chris grimaced, annoyed with the cue he missed his pot again, leaving a red sitting on the opposite pocket. With a barely audiable 'damn' he took another swig of his drink and made a mental note of which Bruce to talk to after the game.

"So this is the place your government meets in then? Or do you have a dedicated hall tucked away somewhere? Nice place, must admit, just very different to where I come from."

"We've got a room near the pub where we meet. That way it's all open and anyone can just come and and listen to what's happening. Thank's for the complement, I'll be sure to tell Bruce you like his joint.

The last yellow ball was potted but this was going to be a real annoyance, everytime in the past he got to the black first he never seemed to be able to get it in... However Bruce also in the process knocked in Chris' ball too. So Chris now only had 1 red ball to go.

While there wasn't a dance floor in the store, when they asked Sheila about the potential for dance she invited them to a party where music and dancing was almost a necessity despite how well (or not) one might dance

" Sheila the bill for him please and where can one go for dancing"ask Tasha as David was on his cell

"ok sir i see what i can do ,good bye sir"said David then puts his cell back in his pocket

"who was that"ask Tasha
"Emperor"said David as he takes out his wallet and Tasha looked at him with a puzzled look

The door opened not long after Bruce left and another man entered. "Here, you must be parched after all that yakkin'" he said. It was Bruce the Minister of External Relations, as he plonked a beer on the table before taking a swig of his own...

"Now, what can I do for ya?"





"Yes , thank you." stated Mr. Ehsan politely before having a drink and then standing and offering his hand.

" I am here to gauge your nations disposition to the Free Republic, and more importantly if your government will be a lapdog to Port Olympus, or if you will pursue your own foreign policy?"

Chris lined up again, and finally broke his string of bad luck. With his penalty shot on the black he grinned as he slammed the cue forward, only to watch the cueball follow the black in through his enthusiastic shot. He clutched a hand to his face and let an annoyed 'shit' as he recoiled away from the table.

It took only a moment for the frustration to subside, and replaced the cue on the table and shuck the finance Bruce's hand with a firm grip and a small smile.

"Good game, man, good game. Well, thanks for it, need to go and sort out this embassy stuff." One last firm shake and he moves on through the bar, finding the Bruce indicated earlier, distinguishable even in the throng of the pub, and with another of a brew sat down at his table.

"Well, that was fun. Anyway, just need to sort stuff out security and embassy wise if you've got a spare moment."

" Sheila the bill for him please and where can one go for dancing"ask Tasha as David was on his cell

"ok sir i see what i can do ,good bye sir"said David then puts his cell back in his pocket

"who was that"ask Tasha
"Emperor"said David as he takes out his wallet and Tasha looked at him with a puzzled look

"That'll be 30 bob 40, oh and to Dance, yeah for Dancing There's a pub a few blocks down the street that puts on music and has a good floor for dancing."

She said.
Chris lined up again, and finally broke his string of bad luck. With his penalty shot on the black he grinned as he slammed the cue forward, only to watch the cueball follow the black in through his enthusiastic shot. He clutched a hand to his face and let an annoyed 'shit' as he recoiled away from the table.

It took only a moment for the frustration to subside, and replaced the cue on the table and shuck the finance Bruce's hand with a firm grip and a small smile.

"Good game, man, good game. Well, thanks for it, need to go and sort out this embassy stuff." One last firm shake and he moves on through the bar, finding the Bruce indicated earlier, distinguishable even in the throng of the pub, and with another of a brew sat down at his table.

"Well, that was fun. Anyway, just need to sort stuff out security and embassy wise if you've got a spare moment."

"Yep sure," he said "Good game, you nearly won." he added after finding a couch "Hey, Bruce, yeah. I got someone to talk to ya." the Bruce yelled over the crowd. Chris would soon find himself in the company of 2 Bruces.

"Well, I think he's gotten sick of me, it's time for him to get sick of you." the two Bruces laughed. "So what was it that you wanted to talk about?" he asked after the Bruce that looked after the money left.

"That'll be 30 bob 40, oh and to Dance, yeah for Dancing There's a pub a few blocks down the street that puts on music and has a good floor for dancing."

She said.

"thanks"said David as he payed

"what did the Emperor want"ask Tasha
"he be here in the next two day to talk with me about the Jacutan islands,so i got to set up things"said David as they head out the door

Tasha was speechless when she heard David say Jacutan islands oh she heard of it before it was something that happen four weeks after the war end an thats all she knew

"why is he caming here to talk to you about them"ask Tasha as they walk down the street

"i was there is all i can tell at your level of Classification other then that it's need to know only"said David

they go on walk in silent till they get the the place that was said

"thanks"said David as he payed

"what did the Emperor want"ask Tasha
"he be here in the next two day to talk with me about the Jacutan islands,so i got to set up things"said David as they head out the door

Tasha was speechless when she heard David say Jacutan islands oh she heard of it before it was something that happen four weeks after the war end an thats all she knew

"why is he caming here to talk to about them"ask Tasha as they walk down the street

"i was there is all i can tell at your level of Classification other then that it's need to know only"said David

they go on walk in silent till they get the the place that was said

They would find something different to the majority of the pubs here. It mainly seemed to focus on the dancing however there was a bar that had the traditional Brucian lagers and so indeed the locals called it a pub even though it wasn't technically.

They would find something different to the majority of the pubs here. It mainly seemed to focus on the dancing however there was a bar that had the traditional Brucian lagers and so indeed the locals called it a pub even though it wasn't technically.

inside David look at Tasha
"so what it be"ask David
"slow dance i know you not good at it but like to dance it"said Tasha

"hey i can't dance all together but i give it my best with you"said David as he takes her hand an leads her to the dance floor

Andrea had been watching with muzzy approval the way the young Freethinker had adjusted. The game of pool had been a perfect way to fit in with the casual style of these people while still winkling out the information he wanted.

She swayed her hips slightly as she walked toward her own target, the Sheila with whom she'd been chatting about patchwork earlier. The woman had mentioned -- in passing, of course -- the difficulty of getting hold of really interesting cotton fabric for her hobby. Andrea, in her turn, had bemoaned the lack of really fine wool in Lloegeyr; their little black-faced sheep were hardy, but the wool was nothing like the strong, silky fleece Sheila had shown her.

"Concentrate, Andrea, concentrate," she warned herself. A bit more chat and there'd be an introduction to the Spinners and Weavers Guild, a little more and she'd be pulling out bits of her luggage to show Sheila the vibrant colours Lloegeyr's textile mills could achieve ... soon, a trade treaty ... but, damn, that music was enticing! She hummed along to the tune, her hands automatically going into the first gestures of her favourite belly-dance. Let's see, did she have her jingly belt in her shoulder-bag?

The sight of the couple with the guns was like a bucket of ice water. There was no mistaking what was in that box, and if she hadn't been sure, the care with which they treated it would have told her. A coldness in her stomach spread as she saw the weapons locked away. These people, lf they weren't professional soldiers, were certainly from one of the armed-and-dangerous big boys, the empires and confederations whose notice Lloegeyr preferred to avoid.

But they seemed to be concentrating on each other. Perhaps they were just enjoying a little R and R in this undemanding backwater of a nation. This undemanding backwater in which she was stuck, while who knew what was going on at the UN, not to mention back home in Lloegeyr itself, where Lowrey was probably busy undoing all she and Theo had achieved in social welfare and national health and ...

That Bruce she'd noticed before walked by. What Minister was he, again? And -- odd thought -- did it really matter? He was a good-looking man, about her own age, his healthy tan and curling hair adding an attractive liveliness to his appearance ... Andrea slipped the silver belt from her bag and fastened it carefully around her still-admirable waist.

Ye gods, it was hot! She took another long gulp of the wonderful cool beer they had here ... wunnerful beer they had here ... she sashayed up to the nice Bruce, her arms now high above her head, fingers weaving their proper patterns, the disciplined muscles of her hips and belly slowly joining in ... a tablecloth made a good sari. You couldn't do a decent bellydance in a pair of shorts ... The dignified Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, eyes half-closed, swayed gently to music only she could hear, the tiny bells around her waist tinkling, the tablecloth-turned-sari swirling out around her very admirable ankles and the eyes of more than one Bruce following the arch of her still-unlined throat to its obvious conclusion.

"'S a trad'shunal dance'v welcome," she assured young Chris as she caught his eye briefly. "Izna beer wunn'ful here? Wunn'ful beer, wunn'ful here, wunn'ful beer ... "

Tomorrow would be another day.

after dancing David and Tasha went back to the room to have some fun then to sleep but now David was awake and dress again

"mm"said David as he looks at Tasha who was naked and sleeping like a baby
"best not let you get cold"he said quietly to Tasta as he covers her up then heads back to the pub with a file

Pub
sitting at a table David was looking at some photos when his cell goes off
"wait"said David as he gets up an takes the call outside an leaving the photos on the table

after dancing David and Tasha went back to the room to have some fun then to sleep but now David was awake and dress again

"mm"said David as he looks at Tasha who was naked and sleeping like a baby
"best not let you get cold"he said quietly to Tasta as he covers her up then heads back to the pub with a file

Pub
sitting at a table David was looking at some photos when his cell goes off
"wait"said David as he gets up an takes the call outside an leaving the photos on the table

The barman noded, he'd make sure that no one would dis-respect the obvious claiming of the table and seat. Though the more curious would start looking at the photos, the barman basically told them scamper off. And no one wants to cross the barman. They might find suddenly their supply of beer inexplicably dry up.

Andrea had been watching with muzzy approval the way the young Freethinker had adjusted. The game of pool had been a perfect way to fit in with the casual style of these people while still winkling out the information he wanted.

She swayed her hips slightly as she walked toward her own target, the Sheila with whom she'd been chatting about patchwork earlier. The woman had mentioned -- in passing, of course -- the difficulty of getting hold of really interesting cotton fabric for her hobby. Andrea, in her turn, had bemoaned the lack of really fine wool in Lloegeyr; their little black-faced sheep were hardy, but the wool was nothing like the strong, silky fleece Sheila had shown her.

"Concentrate, Andrea, concentrate," she warned herself. A bit more chat and there'd be an introduction to the Spinners and Weavers Guild, a little more and she'd be pulling out bits of her luggage to show Sheila the vibrant colours Lloegeyr's textile mills could achieve ... soon, a trade treaty ... but, damn, that music was enticing! She hummed along to the tune, her hands automatically going into the first gestures of her favourite belly-dance. Let's see, did she have her jingly belt in her shoulder-bag?

The sight of the couple with the guns was like a bucket of ice water. There was no mistaking what was in that box, and if she hadn't been sure, the care with which they treated it would have told her. A coldness in her stomach spread as she saw the weapons locked away. These people, lf they weren't professional soldiers, were certainly from one of the armed-and-dangerous big boys, the empires and confederations whose notice Lloegeyr preferred to avoid.

But they seemed to be concentrating on each other. Perhaps they were just enjoying a little R and R in this undemanding backwater of a nation. This undemanding backwater in which she was stuck, while who knew what was going on at the UN, not to mention back home in Lloegeyr itself, where Lowrey was probably busy undoing all she and Theo had achieved in social welfare and national health and ...

That Bruce she'd noticed before walked by. What Minister was he, again? And -- odd thought -- did it really matter? He was a good-looking man, about her own age, his healthy tan and curling hair adding an attractive liveliness to his appearance ... Andrea slipped the silver belt from her bag and fastened it carefully around her still-admirable waist.

Ye gods, it was hot! She took another long gulp of the wonderful cool beer they had here ... wunnerful beer they had here ... she sashayed up to the nice Bruce, her arms now high above her head, fingers weaving their proper patterns, the disciplined muscles of her hips and belly slowly joining in ... a tablecloth made a good sari. You couldn't do a decent bellydance in a pair of shorts ... The dignified Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, eyes half-closed, swayed gently to music only she could hear, the tiny bells around her waist tinkling, the tablecloth-turned-sari swirling out around her very admirable ankles and the eyes of more than one Bruce following the arch of her still-unlined throat to its obvious conclusion.

"'S a trad'shunal dance'v welcome," she assured young Chris as she caught his eye briefly. "Izna beer wunn'ful here? Wunn'ful beer, wunn'ful here, wunn'ful beer ... "

Tomorrow would be another day.
OOC: Welcome back

IC: Some of the more... tanked Brucians started to cheer at the Belly Dancing Andrea. While they did not make lewd comments they certainly... appreciated... the dancing

The barman noded, he'd make sure that no one would dis-respect the obvious claiming of the table and seat. Though the more curious would start looking at the photos, the barman basically told them scamper off. And no one wants to cross the barman. They might find suddenly their supply of beer inexplicably dry up.

looking that them they would only find some photos taken during the war showing David with some man in full battle gaer ,some of battle, some of a city ,some of Tasha and one that looks like a wedding photo

Andrea flowed smoothly round the clapping circle that had formed, centring on her being, feeling her growing awareness of each chakra ... her belly-dancing wasn't about sex or provocation or anything like that, though when Theo had been alive ... determinedly she bit down on that thought and continued her dance, the meditation calming her ... though not sobering her up; damn, but that beer was a sneaky brew ...

The dance might not have been about sex or provocation or any such thing to Andrea, but the appreciative audience had other ideas. The tablecloth sari plan proved irresistible to a couple of Sheilas, who joined in enthusiastically. A younger Bruce -- it was Student Bruce with the Motorbike -- decided he wasn't going to miss a chance to strut his stuff, either. His style owed a bit to limbo and a bit more to Russian Cossacks, with a smidgin of Irish jig thrown in, all performed by a seemingly tireless body on pipestem-thin legs that looked so flexible Andrea could have sworn his knees bent backwards.

Someone dragged some speakers -- until now they'd been been providing a quiet undertone to the party -- over to the bobbing, weaving circle and cranked them up. Someone else found the coloured lights; definitely a mistake -- "Disco Stoo!" yelled an older Bruce, setting off on a series of 70s-style maoeuvres that were plainly designed to throw his 60-year-old back out of kilter.

Andrea, taking a few seconds to grab a breath, looked out over the happy chaos and saw Student Bruce heading towards her. "Hey, you got this mob on their feet!" he cheered. "I didn't think anything'd get 'em away from the keg! High five!" She had just time to turn one palm out before the over-enthusiastic greeting slapped against it ...

... and sent her reeling into a nearby, accommodating lap.

"Geez, love, if ya wanted a beer that bad, ya coulda just asked," Curly-haired Bruce said with mock reproach. "Get the little lady a schooner, willyer, Bruce? I'd get it meself, but I can't get up right now." He shifted his legs on the extended planks of his big squatter's chair (http://www.rusticity.com.au/furniture/chair-squatters-lge.jpg) and cuddled her closer so she could lean her suddenly-woozy head against his shoulder.

"You're nice," approved Andrea. From all the fuzzy thoughts whirling round in her head, she snagged the vague memory of her mission. "So, what're you Minister for?" she slurred. "Making Andy comfortable?"

"Yes , thank you." stated Mr. Ehsan politely before having a drink and then standing and offering his hand.

" I am here to gauge your nations disposition to the Free Republic, and more importantly if your government will be a lapdog to Port Olympus, or if you will pursue your own foreign policy?"

"Well, from what we have been able to see is very little, the only real information we have is that you have invaded Karmanyaka, there was some kind of incident which lead to a near invasion of Dyelli Beybi when there was a joint military project being underway and leaving a peace conference.

All of this occuring before anyone really even took notice of us, before we even existed. So none of this directly effects us but still requires special handling. Do you have a hotel booked?"

Andrea flowed smoothly round the clapping circle that had formed, centring on her being, feeling her growing awareness of each chakra ... her belly-dancing wasn't about sex or provocation or anything like that, though when Theo had been alive ... determinedly she bit down on that thought and continued her dance, the meditation calming her ... though not sobering her up; damn, but that beer was a sneaky brew ...

The dance might not have been about sex or provocation or any such thing to Andrea, but the appreciative audience had other ideas. The tablecloth sari plan proved irresistible to a couple of Sheilas, who joined in enthusiastically. A younger Bruce -- it was Student Bruce with the Motorbike -- decided he wasn't going to miss a chance to strut his stuff, either. His style owed a bit to limbo and a bit more to Russian Cossacks, with a smidgin of Irish jig thrown in, all performed by a seemingly tireless body on pipestem-thin legs that looked so flexible Andrea could have sworn his knees bent backwards.

Someone dragged some speakers -- until now they'd been been providing a quiet undertone to the party -- over to the bobbing, weaving circle and cranked them up. Someone else found the coloured lights; definitely a mistake -- "Disco Stoo!" yelled an older Bruce, setting off on a series of 70s-style maoeuvres that were plainly designed to throw his 60-year-old back out of kilter.

Andrea, taking a few seconds to grab a breath, looked out over the happy chaos and saw Student Bruce heading towards her. "Hey, you got this mob on their feet!" he cheered. "I didn't think anything'd get 'em away from the keg! High five!" She had just time to turn one palm out before the over-enthusiastic greeting slapped against it ...

... and sent her reeling into a nearby, accommodating lap.

"Geez, love, if ya wanted a beer that bad, ya coulda just asked," Curly-haired Bruce said with mock reproach. "Get the little lady a schooner, willyer, Bruce? I'd get it meself, but I can't get up right now." He shifted his legs on the extended planks of his big squatter's chair (http://www.rusticity.com.au/furniture/chair-squatters-lge.jpg) and cuddled her closer so she could lean her suddenly-woozy head against his shoulder.

"You're nice," approved Andrea. From all the fuzzy thoughts whirling round in her head, she snagged the vague memory of her mission. "So, what're you Minister for?" she slurred. "Making Andy comfortable?"

"that and havin' a good time... You know for a foreign Sheila you're not too bad." obviously meaning that he thought she was gorgeous. For the moment he was just happy, having a lovely beautiful sheila on his lap. Infact his descrption of his minsiter position wasn't too far away. He was the Minister dealin with sports and recreation, though he hoped that he could enjoy some recreation with Andrea later on.

David walks back talking to himself
"not married all because of someone stuff up the paper'' then he sits back at the table
"how am i going to tell her"he ask himself as he look at a photo of Tasha

David walks back talking to himself
"noy married all because of someone stuff up the paper' then he sits back at the table
"how am i going to tell her"he ask himself as he look at a photo of Tasha

"Owch..." said the Bartender who couldn't help overing hearing, it was part of his job. "Here have a beer on the house." he added pouring David a beer and setting it on the table.

"If me and my misses found out that we weren't married due to some technicality then you'd better watch out for Sheila. Anyway my advice is tell her straight and direct. Whatever happens it won't be as bad as if she finds out you hid it from her. Oh and one more thing an idea for you to think about. How about getting married again while you are here in Sheilas and Bruces. There's plenty of romantic places for you to visit."

"Owch..." said the Bartender who couldn't help overing hearing, it was part of his job. "Here have a beer on the house." he added pouring David a beer and setting it on the table.

"If me and my misses found out that we weren't married due to some technicality then you'd better watch out for Sheila. Anyway my advice is tell her straight and direct. Whatever happens it won't be as bad as if she finds out you hid it from her. Oh and one more thing an idea for you to think about. How about getting married again while you are here in Sheilas and Bruces. There's plenty of romantic places for you to visit."

"i'll tell her when she awake "said David then drinks the beer in one go then looks at a Photo
"i'am all so going to tell her about Jacutan islands now it no long Top Secret,time for a four min nap"said David then close his eyes

"Well, from what we have been able to see is very little, the only real information we have is that you have invaded Karmanyaka, there was some kind of incident which lead to a near invasion of Dyelli Beybi when there was a joint military project being underway and leaving a peace conference.

All of this occuring before anyone really even took notice of us, before we even existed. So none of this directly effects us but still requires special handling. Do you have a hotel booked?"



Mr. Ehsan shook his head "Not as of yet, I didn't want to make any arrangements if I was going to be deported or arrested.

It is also notable to point out that the Retaliatory Guard invaded Karmanyaka to oust an anti-Federation coupe and prevent Karmanyaka from leaving the Federation. The 'peace' negotiations were derailed when the Federation negotiator insisted that state funded covert military operations and terrorist operations were not considered aggressive actions, or actions against the sovereignty of the state. i.e they wanted the Free Republic to acknowledge that the covert activities of Federation Marshals in support of anti-Vaadian terrorists would not be considered an act of war.

I am sure you can see why the Retaliatory Guard negotiator felt that the Federation was not serious about peace, and left. But these are the things that we are attempting to clear up with Federation members, to make them aware that the Federation is doing everything in it's power to goad the Free Republic into war."

It sounded like he had explained this several times, but it was a pretty standard explanation.

Mr. Ehsan shook his head "Not as of yet, I didn't want to make any arrangements if I was going to be deported or arrested.

It is also notable to point out that the Retaliatory Guard invaded Karmanyaka to oust an anti-Federation coupe and prevent Karmanyaka from leaving the Federation. The 'peace' negotiations were derailed when the Federation negotiator insisted that state funded covert military operations and terrorist operations were not considered aggressive actions, or actions against the sovereignty of the state. i.e they wanted the Free Republic to acknowledge that the covert activities of Federation Marshals in support of anti-Vaadian terrorists would not be considered an act of war.

I am sure you can see why the Retaliatory Guard negotiator felt that the Federation was not serious about peace, and left. But these are the things that we are attempting to clear up with Federation members, to make them aware that the Federation is doing everything in it's power to goad the Free Republic into war."

It sounded like he had explained this several times, but it was a pretty standard explanation.

"Right, well find one of the nearby pubs and get a room for the night. Thank you. It all seems like a massive yowie hunt to me. I'll get one of the Bruces to take you into town."

And with that he left Mr Ehsan, to his own devices a minute later one of the Bruces that directed him into this room in the first place popped his head and asked "Are you ready?"

"i'll tell her when she awake "said David then drinks the beer in one go then looks at a Photo
"i'am all so going to tell her about Jacutan islands now it no long Top Secret,time for a four min nap"said David then close his eyes

He, was left to sleep alone... There was a common saying, "Let a sleeping Bruce lie" and so it wasn't anything special or unique that David was left alone for his nap, however long it lasted.

David wakes up and pulls out a PDA which was well hiden an hits some key
"best keep it on low"he said to himslef as it start to play a song

Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.

Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't stay long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus:]
Say goodbye, as we dance with the devil tonight.
Don't you dare look at him in the eye, as we dance with the devil tonight?

Trembling, crawling across my skin.
Feeling your cold dead eyes, stealing the life of mine.

I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.

I won't last long, in this world so wrong.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

[Chorus]

Hold on. Hold on.

Goodbye.

"Right, well find one of the nearby pubs and get a room for the night. Thank you. It all seems like a massive yowie hunt to me. I'll get one of the Bruces to take you into town."

And with that he left Mr Ehsan, to his own devices a minute later one of the Bruces that directed him into this room in the first place popped his head and asked "Are you ready?"



Mr. Ehsan chuckles "I agree, I do not expect anything substantial to come of my trip, but I suppose not being arrested as the new law requires is about as substantial a result that my visit will produce?"

He nodded to the returning Bruce. " Yes, lead on. Thank you."

"You timed your visit exactly, right." the Bruce said they had gotton into a car.

"The federal marshals won't be arriving until tomorrow afternoon, if they were here the only option we would have would be turn you over. A flight leaves the airport, just before they arrive, to a non-federation nation. There is nothing earlier."

he said...

They pulled up infront of a decent looking pub.

"You'll be able to get a good nights rest there." he said.

"We'll find you sometime in the morning with what's going to happen about relations."

David turns off the PDA place back where it came from ,then picks up the file and leaves into the night

OOC he be back in the morning

"You timed your visit exactly, right." the Bruce said they had gotton into a car.

"The federal marshals won't be arriving until tomorrow afternoon, if they were here the only option we would have would be turn you over. A flight leaves the airport, just before they arrive, to a non-federation nation. There is nothing earlier."

he said...

They pulled up infront of a decent looking pub.

"You'll be able to get a good nights rest there." he said.

"We'll find you sometime in the morning with what's going to happen about relations."

"Thank you very much Mr. Bruce, I do thank you for hospitality, and I look forward to discussing matters that our important to both our states."

Mr. Ehsan then took his suitcase and headed into the pub and went up to the bar to inquire about a room for the night.

David turns off the PDA place back where it came from ,then picks up the file and leaves into the night

OOC he be back in the morning

"Thank you very much Mr. Bruce, I do thank you for hospitality, and I look forward to discussing matters that our important to both our states."

Mr. Ehsan then took his suitcase and headed into the pub and went up to the bar to inquire about a room for the night.

Just moments after David had gone our Vaadian appeared inquiring about a room. They only had one type of room available which was modest but had a comfortable bed and for a sensible price.

The night would pass without incident, and in the morning the smell of good hearty cooked breakfast came wafting through into the room.

Tasha wakes up change into a white blouse ,blue jeans,a jacket and black athletic shoes then heads to the bar room

"that smells nice"she said to the barman as she takes a seat that the bar

Andrea eyed the sleeping Minister for Sport and Recreation appreciatively. If the rest of the Cabinet were half as keen on attending to their Ministerial duties, Sheilas and Bruces would be a major regional power within a year. Within a week, actually. The world wouldn't know what hit it.

She ran an exploring hand across Bruce's muscular back and down his sleepily curled spine, ending with a gentle swat that should have brought some reaction. But no; last night's playmate was today's log.

"Not a morning person, are we?" she grinned, watching the covers being hauled back over the curly head. "All right, I won't tease. I'm going downstairs to see what's for breakfast. Maybe you'll be back in the land of the living by the time I come back. I'm starving!" Hastily she hauled on a light cotton skirt and top: mmm, bacon! She could smell it from here!

Bouncing downstairs from her room, Andrea should have been reflecting on the shocking nature of her conduct. Bedding a Cabinet Minister on the first night of a diplomatic mission didn't sound quite like the standard Lloegeyr required of its ambassadors. But she felt so good! She knew she'd had too much of that sneaky beer of theirs. She should have been suffering a Force 1 hangover, but instead she was positively singing inside and couldn't stop smiling. Pure magic: the no-morning-after beer.

Now if ever they wanted to export some of that, Lloegeyr'd be at the top of the queue waving its credit cards, she thought, waving jauntily at Bruce the Bartender, who was, apparently, Bruce the Cook in the mornings. He waved back and deftly tossed a generous serve of crisp bacon rashers onto a plate, nodding at the same time towards a basket of eggs beside the cook-top.

"Easy over, thanks," she told him, about to sit down at one of the tables scattered around the room. But he gestured her over to the bar, where the woman from the military couple she'd noticed last night was already eating. Well, if he wanted a friendly Brucian Breakfast Bar, who was she to argue?

"Hey, g'day," she said sunnily, running her eye over the woman's nicely fitting shirt and jeans. Hmmm; no slave to fashion, but no cheapskate, either. Well, whatever her military capabilities, this one didn't seem actively hostile. "You were at that party last night, weren't you? I'm sorry, I was a bit ... preoccupied then, I didn't get to meet everyone. I'm Andrea Packer-Fairfax, Lloegeyr's Ambassador." Carefully putting down her cutlery, she extended her hand for a handshake.

" Major Tasha Scott and yes we were at the party for a bit before going to our room for some fun ,jadging the way you entered the room so did you"said Tasha as she takes the hand

"Morning, had a good night?"

He asked before plonking plates infront of Andrea and Tasha, not only was their bacon and eggs, but sausages, toast and fried tomatos. This Bruce seemingly looked after his customers well. Or perhaps this was just standard for Shielas and Bruces.

Either way there was alot of food infront of both of them.

"Morning, had a good night?"

He asked before plonking plates infront of Andrea and Tasha, not only was their bacon and eggs, but sausages, toast and fried tomatos. This Bruce seemingly looked after his customers well. Or perhaps this was just standard for Shielas and Bruces.

Either way there was alot of food infront of both of them.

"Tasha may have but not me"said David as he walks over
"why that"ask Tasha
"finish the food the i'll tell you"said David

some mins later

"ok finish now tell"said Tasha

"i got a call last night from someone going over my file they found out you and i are not married after all"said David

"what how''ask Tasha with shock

"someone stuff up the paperwork because of being over loaded with paper work that was pouring from the war"said David

"mm well you can't blame them really we did marry bring the war"said Tasha as she turn her head to look out the window

"Tasha"asid David
Tasha turn to find David down on one knee
"will you marry me again"ask David
"yes silly i will"said Tasha

"Congratulations, on getting married again... Any idea when you want to get hitched... again?" asked the Bar tender

"Sure you don' want some breakkie, David?... Got plenty here."

"Congratulations, on getting married again... Any idea when you want to get hitched... again?" asked the Bar tender

"Sure you don' want some breakkie, David?... Got plenty here."

"thanks"said Both

"we have to get the ok again to marry"said Tasha
"got it"said David

"you have ,how"ask Tasha
"was getting it all last night on the plane as you slept ,and a plate of food would be nice''said David as he take off his Dogtags

"only thing do you want to marry again like we did the first time just you, me and two others,or something bigger "ask David

"same but with six more poeple"said Tasha
"ok and here you need this"said David holding out a gold Dogtag that was taken off the chain

"heres the ring"said Tasha taken the tag and handing him the ring

David's plate was served up and placed next to Tasha's, a smile played across Bruce's face.

It wouldn't be long till nearly every Bruce and Sheila that made this pub their watering hole knew about David and Tasha's re-wedding. That's just the sort of place that Shielas and Bruces is, everyone is interested and looks after everyone else.

"Jack caming"ask Tasha as David eats
"Phoenix he is''said David
"you never told me when you really hit it off as friends ,only the times you pulled him out of bush when the F-18s and F-15s he was in were shot down"said Tasha

" siege of troops from the 4th Infantry Division at Khe Sanh "said David

"i read that report so he was that fighter pilot who volunteer to land a packed Hercules on its closed runway and you one of the 12 man who volunteer to go in and help"said Tasha as she watch him eat

"yup ,we volunteer for a crazy plan that work out "said David as he eats
"oh Carlos Wesker all so there"add David
"Emporer son"said Tasha

Just moments after David had gone our Vaadian appeared inquiring about a room. They only had one type of room available which was modest but had a comfortable bed and for a sensible price.

The night would pass without incident, and in the morning the smell of good hearty cooked breakfast came wafting through into the room.


Mr. Ehsan would be up early and quite ready for breakfast and would head directly to the dining room. After having seated himself, he would ask what was recommended for breakfast.

Few places served a typical Lassean breakfast, so he was always keen to try what locals considered the specialty.

Mr. Ehsan would be up early and quite ready for breakfast and would head directly to the dining room. After having seated himself, he would ask what was recommended for breakfast.

Few places served a typical Lassean breakfast, so he was always keen to try what locals considered the specialty.

There wasn't a "dining room" as such for breakfast they used the clean tables in the bar or the bar itself

"Well, we have some cereal but you can'y go past a good freshkly cooked breakfast the Bartender said.

"Hey Sheila, can you take this plate to Ydres."

"Yeah, yeah coming hold your horses..." she replied from somewhere out the back. She grabbed the plate then went around to the front of the Bar right to
Mr. Ehsan "Here you go, darl."

The plate had fried eggs over easy, bacon, cooked well but not burnt, sausages, toast and tried tomatos along with some small satchels of Tomato sauce. All in all it was an artery clogging meal but it tasted great.

"can we marry here in three days time"ask Tasha to David as she hand a list of names to

"yes"said David taken the list


Cindy
Jack a.k.a Phoenix
Emperor and Carlos
Lloegeyr's Ambassador
who ever from Shielas and Bruces

"dam babe you said same but six more people "said David as he looks that who was on the list
"i know but"David place a finger on her lips
"i'll get planing"said David

There wasn't a "dining room" as such for breakfast they used the clean tables in the bar or the bar itself

"Well, we have some cereal but you can'y go past a good freshkly cooked breakfast the Bartender said.

"Hey Sheila, can you take this plate to Ydres."

"Yeah, yeah coming hold your horses..." she replied from somewhere out the back. She grabbed the plate then went around to the front of the Bar right to
Mr. Ehsan "Here you go, darl."

The plate had fried eggs over easy, bacon, cooked well but not burnt, sausages, toast and tried tomatos along with some small satchels of Tomato sauce. All in all it was an artery clogging meal but it tasted great.

It was actually a bit lighter than Mr. Ehsan's usual chops with potatoes, gravy and biscuits, but pleasant none the less. Most Lasseans tended to skip lunch, so large breakfasts and dinners were always the norm.

After eating he caught the waitress as she collected his empty plates "Is smoking allowed? Or should I step outside?"

It was actually a bit lighter than Mr. Ehsan's usual chops with potatoes, gravy and biscuits, but pleasant none the less. Most Lasseans tended to skip lunch, so large breakfasts and dinners were always the norm.

After eating he caught the waitress as she collected his empty plates "Is smoking allowed? Or should I step outside?"

"No, that's fine. You can smoke." She said with a smile before taking the dishes back into the kitchen for washing up.

While he lit up his smoke two Bruces came into the pub and went straight up to the Bar.

"Bruces, What can I do for you?"

"You know that order for the Marshals. Well, we've just been told that they are coming an hour and a half earlier. We're going to have to get that order done earlier." said one of the Bruces.

"Okay, Just a sec, so that's the order ready for 12:30?"

"Yep, "

"I'll just make the changes for you there mates."

"Thanks Bruce, See ya"
"See ya, mate."

And so they left the two unknown Bruces probably from the Brucian police force even though they weren't in uniform.

This would mean a half-hour of evading the Federal Marshals for the Vaadian while also trying to catch his flight... This would be interesting.

"right Tasha the Emperor and Carlos will be here an so will be Cindy and Phoenix ,i just now need to ask Lloegeyr's Ambassador and some Shielas and Bruces if they want to came"said David

<snip>"Tasha"asid David
Tasha turn to find David down on one knee
"will you marry me again"ask David
"yes silly i will"said Tasha

"Aaaaawwwww, how sweet," said Andrea. She grabbed her cuppa and waved it high. "A toast to the happy couple!" she said enthusiastically to no-one in particular. Truth to tell, she had tears in her eyes, remembering Theo's equally romantic proposal in equally unromantic surroundings -- whispered in her ear while they hid in the ivy at the University of Lloegeyr, dodging the city guard after the Boat Race.

But she blinked them away and watched with interest as everybody went on with their breakfasts. Sheilas and Bruces brekkies weren't something to ignore, no matter what important events were happening at the same time.

And, speaking of important events ... there seemed to be quite a few of those going on. She could overhear Tasha and David planning their "re-wedding", and caught a title -- the Emperor? She reached for her laptop, noticing as she did so that a man she didn't know was keeping a wary eye on a pair of Bruces. The Bruces left; the man didn't. Hmmm; did he look a little nervous now? Had he looked nervous before? She couldn't decide.

Well, she had other fish to fry -- bacon to crunch. Not to mention her lovely diplomatic mission waiting upstairs (awake by now, she hoped). Nibbling abstractedly on a piece of toast -- and getting butter on the keyboard, damn! -- Andrea hunted through cyberspace for information about "Emperor" and "Major Tasha Scott".

snip

she found not one thing about them as Imperial internet was now use only by the military and was not hooked up to the outside world
OOC it times of war they do that

Andrea's "diplomatic mission" came stumbling down into the pub. Wearing the same clothes he had on last night, his eyes lighted up when he noticed Andrea. He looked towards the bar and asked for some food, though he didn't need words. He raised his index finger to indicate '1' and the Barman nodded back and about a minute later plated up, he placed a few bob on the counter, enough to pay for the meal. (For the others it was included in the price of the room)

Taking the plate he placed it on the same table as Andrea and started Loading his fork with a bit of toast with some bacon, egg, tomato and sausage. The small but relatively laden bite entered Bruces mouth chomping down on the food and obviously enjoying it.

"How are you this morning, Lady Ambassador? Had a goodnight?" he asked with a cheeky grin.

"go out to get some air Tasha"said David
"ok Devil"said Tasha
good now i can get something done with out him hearing Tasha thought
" Bruce a need to know place that can claen some Military Medals after i get off my phone'said Tasha as she look at the Bruce behind the bar
then get on her phone

"Jack it's Tasha"
"heard the news"
"guess you would, right i'am calling you as i need you do something for me"
"shoot what you need"
"i need you to pick up the custom made handgrips that i got make for David and my Glocks and bring them with you"
"i can do that i guess you dont want him to know"
"no and thanks"
"your welcame bye"
"bye"
then Tasha puts her phone away

There was a shop not so far away the dealt in cleaning alsorts of metal objects without discolouring or disfiguring them in any way. It was a quite a long walk but it was still do-able. Bruce offered to gtive her a lift down as he needed to go down that direction to pick up something anyway.

OOC: And Ilek Vaad. My previous post was loud enough for you to over hear.

There was a shop not so far away the dealt in cleaning alsorts of metal objects without discolouring or disfiguring them in any way. It was a quite a long walk but it was still do-able. Bruce offered to gtive her a lift down as he needed to go down that direction to pick up something anyway.

"thanks i just go get the out of his backpack"said Tasha
some mins later she back with a box
"just getting these cleaned"said Tasha to David as he walks in

"ok.i must clean our weapons"said David then walks over to Andrea and leaves a Envelope next to her and he leaves one next barman

"can you see it get to who it needs too and can i get the weapons locker"ask David




inside them

To Ambassador Andrea's
You're Invited to the re-wedding of Major Tasha Scott and Colonel David Scott
where: Shielas and Bruces
when: in three days time
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To Shielas and Bruces government
You're Invited to the re-wedding of Major Tasha Scott and Colonel David Scott
where: Shielas and Bruces
when: in three days time
http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/CAB2Q1BJds.gif

The roar of the Comanche gunships was not quite as aggravating as the dust storm they created as they landed fifty yards from the solitary building where drinkers and diners were trying to enjoy a quiet evening.

As the rotors slowed, two teams of black-garbed soldiers jumped from the gunships and formed a cordon around the immediate area. A minute later, a tall, heavily-muscled officer exited one of the ships and stood looking around, eventually focussing on the pub. With a slight motion of his hand, the men formed a loose column and moved forward.

They neared the pub and the officer motioned to a lone soldier. "Sergeant, your'e with me. The rest of you, at ease."

The two moved across the lawn and up the stairs to the dimly lit bar, scanned the interior, and then proceeded to an open table, where the officer caught the eye of a waitress and beckoned her over.

"ha"said David to the show outside

OOC Tasha told of Jacutan island when she gets back and David is finish cleaning the weapons
when she hears the news she going to be upset and shock at the same time

*snip*

"No probs, there mate. Yeah, it's out the back, come through and I'll take you to them." he said, there was a door that was to the side of the bar The bar man put up a sign say "Back in a sec" and then lead David through the back after putting the envelope back behind the bar in a safe palce.

The roar of the Comanche gunships was not quite as aggravating as the dust storm they created as they landed fifty yards from the solitary building where drinkers and diners were trying to enjoy a quiet evening.

As the rotors slowed, two teams of black-garbed soldiers jumped from the gunships and formed a cordon around the immediate area. A minute later, a tall, heavily-muscled officer exited one of the ships and stood looking around, eventually focussing on the pub. With a slight motion of his hand, the men formed a loose column and moved forward.

They neared the pub and the officer motioned to a lone soldier. "Sergeant, your'e with me. The rest of you, at ease."

The two moved across the lawn and up the stairs to the dimly lit bar, scanned the interior, and then proceeded to an open table, where the officer caught the eye of a waitress and beckoned her over.

The pub wasn't as isolated as thought. It was on the edge of town however even if they spent time plotting out a course that people wouldn't notice them it would not be long with the pub being the hub and centre for all communal and soceity activities that they would be noticed by someone.

As for the two that entered the bar... The Bruces and Sheilas that were currently in there suddenly went quiet, It wasn't hard... "Uh, Bruce, Better get out 'ere"... "Uh, What can I do for you Gentlemen." replied the "and uh, yeah, I don't think it is legal here to um, carry those weapons." she gave them the information unsure whether this was some sort of invasion force or some weird people that thought they could bring Gunships and weapons into town.

Either way she was scared and with the barman

"No probs, there mate. Yeah, it's out the back, come through and I'll take you to them." he said, there was a door that was to the side of the bar The bar man put up a sign say "Back in a sec" and then lead David through the back after putting the envelope back behind the bar in a safe palce.

as they walk David looks at his watch
"i hope you got a bottle of strong drunk behind the bar,as i need a glass of it for Tasha for when i tell her the news that just shocked and upset the people back home just a min ago"said David with some what of a sad look on his face

This would mean a half-hour of evading the Federal Marshals for the Vaadian while also trying to catch his flight... This would be interesting.

Mr. Ehsan calmly smoked his pipe as he went through his e-mails on his blackberry and then browsed the news sites. He wasn't in any particular hurry and certainly didn't seem like he was worried about getting out of sight of any Federation Marshals.

After all, if he was arrested and tortured under the new laws, it would simply prove the Free Republic's point about the Federation.

"No probs, there mate. Yeah, it's out the back, come through and I'll take you to them." he said, there was a door that was to the side of the bar The bar man put up a sign say "Back in a sec" and then lead David through the back after putting the envelope back behind the bar in a safe palce.



The pub wasn't as isolated as thought. It was on the edge of town however even if they spent time plotting out a course that people wouldn't notice them it would not be long with the pub being the hub and centre for all communal and soceity activities that they would be noticed by someone.

As for the two that entered the bar... The Bruces and Sheilas that were currently in there suddenly went quiet, It wasn't hard... "Uh, Bruce, Better get out 'ere"... "Uh, What can I do for you Gentlemen." replied the "and uh, yeah, I don't think it is legal here to um, carry those weapons." she gave them the information unsure whether this was some sort of invasion force or some weird people that thought they could bring Gunships and weapons into town.

Either way she was scared and with the barman


The officer eyed the man coldly. "I wasn't speaking to you. I was looking at the young lady here when I called her over." He stood to his full 6'6" height. "And as far as our weapons, we NEVER leave them anywhere. That goes double for these." From a sheath strapped to his back, he pulled a 56-inch two-edged katana, honed to a razored brilliance. He touched the tip of the blade to the man's chest, and in less than a second, six buttons flew off of his shirt.

The place remained deathly quiet.

Leaving the blade where it rested on the man's now-exposed chest, he asked, "So, my good man, do I get to speak to the waitress, or do we carry this situation to the next level?"

Mr. Ehsan puffed thoughtfully on his pipe as looked up to watch the exchange between the 'gentleman' with all the weaponry from the Black Warrior Cult and the barman. He glanced back over his blackberry and responded to couple of e-mails and shook his head and tsk'ed tsk'ed at the 'warriors' almost obscene rudeness.

He decided at that point to go to the barman and settle his account "Pardon, me, but I need to pay for last nights lodgings and this mornings breakfast. Very tasty by the way, my compliments to the chef."

He stated this as he stepped in between the rude 'warrior' and the barman.

The officer eyed the man coldly. "I wasn't speaking to you. I was looking at the young lady here when I called her over." He stood to his full 6'6" height. "And as far as our weapons, we NEVER leave them anywhere. That goes double for these." From a sheath strapped to his back, he pulled a 56-inch two-edged katana, honed to a razored brilliance. He touched the tip of the blade to the man's chest, and in less than a second, six buttons flew off of his shirt.

The place remained deathly quiet.

Leaving the blade where it rested on the man's now-exposed chest, he asked, "So, my good man, do I get to speak to the waitress, or do we carry this situation to the next level?"

"how but you shut up or i'll rip your arm off"

The officer's eyes left the bartender for the five seconds that it took to plunge the katana into the abdomen of the skinny little loudmouth. The soft tearing sound it made as it worked it's way up to the runt's breastbone was blotted out by the collective gasp of the other patrons in the pub.

Just as the bigmouth looked down to see his entrails spilling out onto the floor, the officer pulled the katana out and with a single swing of the blade, the kid's head rolled onto the floor, eyes still staring in unbelief at what he saw.

In a swift motion, the blade was back at the barkeep's throat. "Now, my friend, you were about to say something?"

"nice try but i'm behind you and i'm not from here or short "
the officer would feel a knife at his throat
"now would you like to feel your throat slit open, oh don't tell me of your mates as they'er out cold and tied up"

The officer's eyes left the bartender for the five seconds that it took to plunge the katana into the abdomen of the skinny little loudmouth. The soft tearing sound it made as it worked it's way up to the runt's breastbone was blotted out by the collective gasp of the other patrons in the pub.

Just as the bigmouth looked down to see his entrails spilling out onto the floor, the officer pulled the katana out and with a single swing of the blade, the kid's head rolled onto the floor, eyes still staring in unbelief at what he saw.

In a swift motion, the blade was back at the barkeep's throat. "Now, my friend, you were about to say something?"

OOC: I believe I was in front of you :D

Mr. Ehsan looked startled but not suprised by the movement of the blade, the blade easily sliced through his vest, an 800.00DR silk vest nonetheless, but slid with a metallic noise off of his Galvorn breastplate. Certainly it would have been a deadly stroke if the Mr. Ehsan had eschewed his required attire.

Mr. Ehsan stepped back as he simultaneously pushed the bartender back and brought his bracered arm down on the sword blade smacking it away to the side.

He looked at the 'Warrior' and shook his head.

"Now that is a very fine vest you have just ruined my young lad."

Mr. Ehsan looked to the Officer who then slipped behind the warrior and decided not to press the issue.

"I see you are being taken care, I will settle my bill then." he then turns back to the bartender.

ooc: # 1, your'e dead
# 2, you wouldn't have gotten your knife out of it's sheath before you were cut to pieces
# 3, your'e dead
# 4, neither you, your people, or anyone else in the general vicinity of the pub would have gotten within 50 feet of Cult Warriors, never mind knock them out
# 5, your'e dead, and so as far as I'm concerned, you are no longer a factor in this thread, because
# 6, your'e dead

OOC
1;no because you were thinking my person was some short ass person in front of you that was Ilek-Vaad person
2;my person a war vet who had something done to him by the Secret Police that makes him fast then a normal human
3: killing other people's poeple with out their ok is NO NO and class as goddamn

The waitress ran screaming from the bar, she obviously wasn't used to being afronted with weapons, particularily swords.

"You Buggers, GET THE **** OUT OF MY BAR!" exclaimed the barman lifting up a pump action shotgun and pumping it at the same time. Moments later it was aimed at the man who had confronted the waitress. "If you must ask something, ask me then go."

"You touch anyone here and I'll blow your head off." he exclaimed, no one threatens the sanctity of a Shielas and Bruces pub and gets away with it.

Meanwhile outside, where the rest of the Black Warrior Cult had assembled 10 cars came rushing towards them, they where various types, however mostly 4x4 Utility vehicles.

They stopped about 75m setting up some sort of arc, And with a Bullhorn/Megaphone they made the following statement "This is the Nulla Nulla Police. Identify yourselves."

The police had weapons, it was obvious how they left the cars but exactly what they had none of the Cult could see.

OOC:
Alot of activity I see...

These are the events as I see it.

Your guy had to keep track of 4 people, when distracted with Ehsan and David the Waitress ran what do you expect when threatening people. Particularily when swords and other weapons are going to get produced.

As for the barman the 5 seconds was well enough time for him to produce the shotgun and aim it (also taking a step back from the bar)

No one is currently dead, however there are alot of people that are very unhappy with you... in the bar and outside of it.

ALL FURTHER OOC IS TO OCCUR HERE (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527920)

Mr. Ehsan deftly ducked as the barman pulled his shotgun and in the same swift movement reached into his front pocket reaching for....................his wallet!

From his position he looked up at the barman "So, what is the damage for the room and breakfast?"

"That'll be 65 Bob there mate. Just leave it on the counter I'll get it later" he said his eyes and arms never wavering from his aim at the leader. His tone friendly but his attention never left. Waiting for the response from the Cult Leader.

Mr. Ehsan pulls out the requisite amount and a 25% tip and reaches up, placing it on the counter.

"Thank you, have an excellent morning." he states as he heads for the door, low, and exits, moving out of the line of fire, hands well in sight for the policemen that are now pulling up, eying the gunship suspiciously.

He moves quickly away from the scene, to get well behind the police line, unless of course they request he stop. Vaadians are very respectful of law enforcement as everyone in the Free Republic IS law enforcement.

The waitress ran screaming from the bar, she obviously wasn't used to being afronted with weapons, particularily swords.

"You Buggers, GET THE **** OUT OF MY BAR!" exclaimed the barman lifting up a pump action shotgun and pumping it at the same time. Moments later it was aimed at the man who had confronted the waitress. "If you must ask something, ask me then go."

"You touch anyone here and I'll blow your head off." he exclaimed, no one threatens the sanctity of a Shielas and Bruces pub and gets away with it.

Meanwhile outside, where the rest of the Black Warrior Cult had assembled 10 cars came rushing towards them, they where various types, however mostly 4x4 Utility vehicles.

They stopped about 75m setting up some sort of arc, And with a Bullhorn/Megaphone they made the following statement "This is the Nulla Nulla Police. Identify yourselves."

The police had weapons, it was obvious how they left the cars but exactly what they had none of the Cult could see.

OOC:
Alot of activity I see...

These are the events as I see it.

Your guy had to keep track of 4 people, when distracted with Ehsan and David the Waitress ran what do you expect when threatening people. Particularily when swords and other weapons are going to get produced.

As for the barman the 5 seconds was well enough time for him to produce the shotgun and aim it (also taking a step back from the bar)

No one is currently dead, however there are alot of people that are very unhappy with you... in the bar and outside of it.

ALL FURTHER OOC IS TO OCCUR HERE (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527920)



The sergeant jumped up when the bartender brandished the shotgun and pulled his Glock 9mm, it's laser sight now pointed dead center on the bartender's forehead. "Pull the trigger, asshole, and it will be your last conscious act", he said.

The standoff lasted another six seconds. The officer raised his hand and ordered the sergeant to stand down. He was aware of the local police outside and if he knew his men, there were just a few seconds left before a bloodbath started. "Sergeant, order the men to step down. We won't be the cause of trouble here."

"But, my Prince, they not only insulted you, but drew weapons on you! A quick death is all they deserve!"

Prince Khitaan allowed a small smile. "Yes, well, you know that and I know that. But today is not a good day for anyone to die." Looking back at the heavily sweating barkeeper, he said, "We'll meet another day. Of that I'm sure. And on that day, one of us will die. Keep a look over your shoulder, Bruce. If your'e lucky, you'll see your death coming at you from out of the shadows."

Turning to the oddly-speaking little squint, he said, "And as for you, pup, you amuse me. The only reason your'e not dead is that you are obviously deranged enough to pull a knife on a Cult Warrior. The deranged and otherwise mentally incompetent are always welcome in my court. We like that style of entertainment. So if you would honor us with your presence one day, you can consider this an official invitation." He handed the kid an ornate slip of paper. "It's a passport of sorts. It gives you free, unquestioning access the my country. Come as my guest....and if you have any other aquaintences who are as crazy as you, bring them along."

"Good day to you, sir", he said to the barkeep. "Sergeant, let's go see how far the local constabulary want to push the envelope." They strode out of the door, guns and swords at the ready. "Which one of you fine officers is in charge here?"

snip

"get your eyes checked i'm 190cm tall ass "

Tasha walks in to the shop that the barman told where she could get the Military Medals cleaned
"hi can some help me"ask Tasha

The sergeant jumped up when the bartender brandished the shotgun and pulled his Glock 9mm, it's laser sight now pointed dead center on the bartender's forehead. "Pull the trigger, asshole, and it will be your last conscious act", he said.

The standoff lasted another six seconds. The officer raised his hand and ordered the sergeant to stand down. He was aware of the local police outside and if he knew his men, there were just a few seconds left before a bloodbath started. "Sergeant, order the men to step down. We won't be the cause of trouble here."

"But, my Prince, they not only insulted you, but drew weapons on you! A quick death is all they deserve!"

Prince Khitaan allowed a small smile. "Yes, well, you know that and I know that. But today is not a good day for anyone to die." Looking back at the heavily sweating barkeeper, he said, "We'll meet another day. Of that I'm sure. And on that day, one of us will die. Keep a look over your shoulder, Bruce. If your'e lucky, you'll see your death coming at you from out of the shadows."

Turning to the oddly-speaking little squint, he said, "And as for you, pup, you amuse me. The only reason your'e not dead is that you are obviously deranged enough to pull a knife on a Cult Warrior. The deranged and otherwise mentally incompetent are always welcome in my court. We like that style of entertainment. So if you would honor us with your presence one day, you can consider this an official invitation." He handed the kid an ornate slip of paper. "It's a passport of sorts. It gives you free, unquestioning access the my country. Come as my guest....and if you have any other aquaintences who are as crazy as you, bring them along."

"Good day to you, sir", he said to the barkeep. "Sergeant, let's go see how far the local constabulary want to push the envelope." They strode out of the door, guns and swords at the ready. "Which one of you fine officers is in charge here?"

"And you too... " the gun was slightly lowered so that it wasn't directly a threat but still could be one at a moment's notice. He watched as he saw them walk out of the Bar and wondered just what sort of crazy people they were indeed. He shock his head then collected the money realising the tip he put it all in the cash register.

After he had left the Bruce made a snide remark about the prince himself being deranged and lacking in mental faculties before looking over his pub to see what (if any) damage had been done. There wasn't any appart from some silk that had fallen off the Vaadian's vest.

The police didn't request the Vaadian to stop, it was fairly obvious to look at him that he wasn't aligned with the guys with the Comanche Helicopter but soon after the Prince and the sargeant. Came out. There was only one person with the Megaphone and so he could be easily assumed to be in charge.

"You have been charged with a number of firearms offenses. 'Public Carry of an unlawful firearm', 'Public Afray' and 'Assault with a deadly weapon'. We don't tollerate such actions and you have 2 options. Leave or get arrested. We do not want hostilities yet we won't back down either. Your choice."

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"Hi, yes. Let's look at what we have here... Hmmmm... Mililtary Medals. I presume you want them spruced up for a big occasion? Shouldn't be hard we can buff up a nice shine on these. That should be all that's required."

"And you too... " the gun was slightly lowered so that it wasn't directly a threat but still could be one at a moment's notice. He watched as he saw them walk out of the Bar and wondered just what sort of crazy people they were indeed. He shock his head then collected the money realising the tip he put it all in the cash register.

After he had left the Bruce made a snide remark about the prince himself being deranged and lacking in mental faculties before looking over his pub to see what (if any) damage had been done. There wasn't any appart from some silk that had fallen off the Vaadian's vest.

The police didn't request the Vaadian to stop, it was fairly obvious to look at him that he wasn't aligned with the guys with the Comanche Helicopter but soon after the Prince and the sargeant. Came out. There was only one person with the Megaphone and so he could be easily assumed to be in charge.

"You have been charged with a number of firearms offenses. 'Public Carry of an unlawful firearm', 'Public Afray' and 'Assault with a deadly weapon'. We don't tollerate such actions and you have 2 options. Leave or get arrested. We do not want hostilities yet we won't back down either. Your choice."

David put his knife back and heads back to clean the guns
if someone looked at his eye right then they would notes that they were now yellow not blue as they are normally


"Hi, yes. Let's look at what we have here... Hmmmm... Mililtary Medals. I presume you want them spruced up for a big occasion? Shouldn't be hard we can buff up a nice shine on these. That should be all that's required."

"yes a re-wedding and thank you"said Tasha taking one last look at them

"And you too... " the gun was slightly lowered so that it wasn't directly a threat but still could be one at a moment's notice. He watched as he saw them walk out of the Bar and wondered just what sort of crazy people they were indeed. He shock his head then collected the money realising the tip he put it all in the cash register.

After he had left the Bruce made a snide remark about the prince himself being deranged and lacking in mental faculties before looking over his pub to see what (if any) damage had been done. There wasn't any appart from some silk that had fallen off the Vaadian's vest.

The police didn't request the Vaadian to stop, it was fairly obvious to look at him that he wasn't aligned with the guys with the Comanche Helicopter but soon after the Prince and the sargeant. Came out. There was only one person with the Megaphone and so he could be easily assumed to be in charge.

"You have been charged with a number of firearms offenses. 'Public Carry of an unlawful firearm', 'Public Afray' and 'Assault with a deadly weapon'. We don't tollerate such actions and you have 2 options. Leave or get arrested. We do not want hostilities yet we won't back down either. Your choice."

---

"Hi, yes. Let's look at what we have here... Hmmmm... Mililtary Medals. I presume you want them spruced up for a big occasion? Shouldn't be hard we can buff up a nice shine on these. That should be all that's required."


Khitaan chuckled. "Theyr'e giving us a choice, sergeant. Isn't that civil of them?" He walked directly up to the officer with the bullhorn and pointed at his HCGSs. "See those? They have four 35mm Gatling Guns trained on you and your men. You may get a few of us, but there won't be any of you left standing. Now, sir, we can avoid all of this unpleasentness by your'e doing two things. Number one, rephrase your demand as a question, and number two, you may salute us as is our due. Your choice. And actually, there's a third choice.............you can all die."

Khitaan chuckled. "Theyr'e giving us a choice, sergeant. Isn't that civil of them?" He walked directly up to the officer with the bullhorn and pointed at his HCGSs. "See those? They have four 35mm Gatling Guns trained on you and your men. You may get a few of us, but there won't be any of you left standing. Now, sir, we can avoid all of this unpleasentness by your'e doing two things. Number one, rephrase your demand as a question, and number two, you may salute us as is our due. Your choice. And actually, there's a third choice.............you can all die."

There was some uneasyness in the police, partly because of the commanche's but mainly because their leader was right in amongst them. They didn't know what this guy would do, but the policeman with the Bullhorn stood his ground and responded, looking the man directly in the eye as if he was in a staring contest he responded. "Would you please accompany us to the station or enter the piece of military hardware that you have landed and leave." However there was no salute, a moment later the policeman explained why.

"I would like to know when it became standard for a civilian to salute a military officer, let alone one from another country." Bruce was asserting himself making sure that at least the Prince knew that he wasn't scared of him. Perhaps more.

"Your Highness!" cried a slightly shaky voice. Five foot four inches of carrot-topped anxiety trotted up to the confrontation.

"Forgive me, Bruce," Andrea said as she reached them and apologetically addressed the Bruce in charge of the courageous police contingent. "I'm sorry to pull this sort of thing while you're on official business, but I overheard one of the soldiers call this gentleman 'Prince'."

She faced the soldiers' leader, trying not to think about the chaos that would erupt if any of them put a foot wrong in the next few minutes. It was all too plain this little lot didn't know the half of what they were getting into.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Your Highness," she continued. "Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, Lloegeyr's Ambassador. I regret the interruption, Sir, but if you are a member of a ruling royal family there are some matters of protocol here of which you must be made urgently aware. And," she added, her mouth dry but her tones unwontedly firm, "as the senior member of the diplomatic corps here present, it is my obligation to acquaint you with them. Perhaps you would prefer to discuss this in confidence?"

She looked hopefully towards the pub. It was cool. It had beer. These two factors were almost as important, in her mind, as the other consideration: that, because it was her residence it was also (at least in one currently rather messy room) sovereign Lloegeyrian territory. Her nation caused no ripples in the sharkpond of international diplomacy, but if there was one thing even the biggest fish agreed on, it was this: Lloegeyr was absolutely, totally, unshakeably neutral.

It had got that way for survival's sake. It had stayed that way by little favours, little fingers in little pies, and a whole lot of little snippets of information. Information that had all come together in her head 10 minutes ago, as she'd wriggled out from under the protective Minister for Sports and Recreation and stood up in front of the table he'd shoved them both under when the invaders arrived.

It was the scrap of silk that had made it all clear. Andrea knew textiles. She knew this particular textile very well: Theo had bought her a criminally expensive scarf made of it on the day he'd finished his PhD. Now she saw the same kind of silk crumpled on the floor, the tiny piece cut from the vest of the quiet, unassuming man who'd been eating breakfast with them all.

The man from the Free Empire of Ilek-Vaad. She couldn't be mistaken. One of the renowned citizen-soldiers of the nation whose name was a byword for inexorable integrity.

If this situation blew up into some kind of aggression against the innocent Sheilas and Bruces, the big fish would stir. Eyes that had passed over minnows like her own nation would flick lazily this way. Knootoss too, perhaps. Menelmacar, gods forbid. When the Free Empire took an interest, others followed.

And all Lloegeyr's careful tendrils would be torn adrift, all its little threads of protection snapped, its people blown hither and yon as the giants of the international scene manoeuvred to a new balance.

She didn't have a clue what was going on, she was just painfully aware that something was. Not just with Ilek-Vaad; there was also that business with David and Tasha. She hadn't really expected to pick up any information on them -- military types were always so paranoid -- but who'd have thought there'd be nothing on the net about their mysterious Emperor? A national leader who somehow didn't show up anywhere in any records? Whoever heard of a leader nobody'd heard of?

This is insane, she thought. I'm standing here in the middle of a bunch of edgy guys with guns and I'm thinking about Googling? God, girl, pull yourself together, Andrea!

"Your Highness, if we don't talk to each other this is going to turn into something none of us can handle," she said. "I don't want to end up as a footnote in some history book about How The War Began. I think there's been a serious failure of Intelligence here, and I think the sooner we sort it out diplomatically, the better for all of us. I don't think any of us wants to die because some clerk in the back room can't read a map."

Big Brother is always watching...

In this case Big Brother was the Klatchian Federation into which Sheilas and Bruces had wisely or unwisely thrown their allegiance. The JDF (Joint Defence Force) was long past it's glory days, but had still tracked the movement of helicopters into Federation territory, although Sheilas and Bruces was far flung enough that they could pretty much do nothing more than track...

"Ok... we have sattelite images in 5... 4... 3... oh look we've got it early." the screen in the Office in Fasta took up most of the back wall. There were no windows and two rows of computers with a series of frantic officers working at information flooding in from all over the Southern States. At the rear of the room was a raised daise with a single computer station. Two men, a Benjian and a Dyellian were standing around behind it with the look of men who had been up all night and were now being kept awake on a mixture of coffee and cigarettes, although in the Dyellian's case it probably included tequila as well...

They took a moment to look at what they saw, "Those look like helicopters to me." the Benjian stated the obvious.

"I would never have guessed." the Dyellian commented sarcastically in response, "The question is, what do we do about it?" he pulled out the chair, sitting down in it resolutely.

"Weeell Sir." the Benjian considered, "We don't have any units down that part of the country. The Dyellians have Naval assetts on the islands South of here."

"But." the Dyellian held up a finger, "Nobody has asked us to do anything. It would be most impolite for us to interfere without the Government of Sheilas and Bruces asking for it. In fact totally unconstitutional."

"So we wait?" the Benjian sounded slightly disappointed.

"Wait." the Dyellian agreed, nodding at the screen, "And watch and learn... although letting the Dyellian Admiral in Lobsterton know we might be calling on them some time soon probably wouldn't hurt."

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The Station also sent out a fairly standard security alert message.

From: South Klatch JDF Security Sector
To: Ministry of Defence, Sheilas and Bruces
Subject: Security Update

South Klatch JDF Security Sector has positively IDed several helicopters of foreign origin within the territory of Sheilas and Bruces. Please advise if this is potentially hostile and on the required course of action. If this is a planned visit, please accept our apologies for the inconvenience and feel free to ignore this message,

Warmest regards,
Major O'Toole JDF

The message was received as the first reports from the pub started to come through..

"Bugger me, What's that?" exclaimed a Bruce as he suddenly stirred from the military communications accidently spilling his beer in the process... "s***" he exclaimed as the beer spilled on his pants...

The centre was generally quiet and suddenly all hell broke loose. First from the JDF and then from Nulla Nulla. That meant something was going down in the town where all the pollies congregated which meant trouble.

After reading the reports one the first messages that was sent was to the JDF.

"Status Uncertain:

Helicopters not invited, JDF Advised to be on alert."

The other first messages was to the heads of the Shielas and Bruces Military, Bruce, Shiela and Bruce looking after the Army, Navy and Airforce in that order.

Updates where sent through the communication centre to the heads as soon as the information was available. Discussions where underway about what to do, if something military needed to be done it would obviously involve the JDF somehow.

The JDF were in a bit of a pickle. It was around 6,000 kilometres from the JDF base to Nulla Nulla, the Dyellians had units at about 5,500 kilometres. Both were well outside the range of fighters...

"Whatdayawant?" Grand Admiral Collins growled down the phone, blearily looking for what the time was.

"Ah begging your pardon Ma'am, this is Major O'Toole, JDF." the voice sounded Dyellian at least...

"Yeah? I hope this isn't a social call." she rubbed her eyes blearily, sitting up in bed, "Don't speak too loud, the baby is sleeping."

"Ah right Ma'am. Well it appears there has been a problem in Bruces and Sheilas, we have been asked to go on alert and your fleet is best positioned to help out."

"Define problem?" she growled, keeping her voice deliberately low, glancing over and noting the baby was indeed still asleep in it's cot, "then define help out."

"Helicopters, potentially enemy Ma'am. Send one of the new fleets to sit off the coast near Nulla Nulla just in case something goes funny."

"Uh-huh." she yawned, "O.K. we'll be on our way, let it never be said that Dyelli Beybi shirked it's duty to Klatch... again. This will take us a good three days to get to Sheilas and Bruces though, six if we were taking conventional ships."

"Whatever you can manage will be appreciated Ma'am."

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It was with mixed feelings that the grand Admiral stood on the deck of the Imperium Dyellia twenty minutes later. She hated leaving the baby with a nanny, but she couldn't responsibly take it to sea... then again she loved the Sea. Adelle Collins had been many things, as a Junior Officer in the Dyellian Navy she had been caught in numerous unfortunate acts of piracy on neutral merchant vessels. She had married the man who had become High Chancellor of Dyelli Beybi, making her the first Lady. He had been killed by forces loyal to the Rebel Soult, she had escaped, making her a widow, and a pregnant one at that. Now she was back, displacing her old rival Rudolph von Scheer as head of the Navy.

"Captain Brin." she called.

"Aye aye Ma'am." the Captain saluted. The Dyellian Navy wore black, a long leather jackets and big sea boots, the Captain and Admiral wore wide brimmed hats, his had a grey feather, hers a red. They both wore a red sash at the waist, although she also wore a gold one with a red fringe over the right shoulder and gold eppaulettes.

"Signal the Fleet we are ready to move out, then set a course South at full speed." it was annoying being here, but she had to be. Orders from the M.O.D. were that she had to personally supervise any action being taken by the new fleets until they were officially announced.

A few moments later the Dyellian fleet slipped away into the night...

There was some uneasyness in the police, partly because of the commanche's but mainly because their leader was right in amongst them. They didn't know what this guy would do, but the policeman with the Bullhorn stood his ground and responded, looking the man directly in the eye as if he was in a staring contest he responded. "Would you please accompany us to the station or enter the piece of military hardware that you have landed and leave." However there was no salute, a moment later the policeman explained why.

"I would like to know when it became standard for a civilian to salute a military officer, let alone one from another country." Bruce was asserting himself making sure that at least the Prince knew that he wasn't scared of him. Perhaps more.


Suddenly, Khitaan had had enough. These pissant little policemen in their pissant little country were brave alright.....foolishly so. The last person who had issued an order to Prince Khitaan had caused the eradication of their country. The Kingdom of Pharex was now but a memory of a once formidable nation who had crossed swords with The Black Warrior Cult.

Just as Khitaan was reaching for his weapons; just as he was about to cross the line, a woman interjected herself into the situation..........

As the Vaadian was leaving the police line behind... "Psst, Mate"
"Psst."

Looking around he didn't see anything but the noise seemed to come from an Alley way behind a building. Did someone want him?

"Your Highness!" cried a slightly shaky voice. Five foot four inches of carrot-topped anxiety trotted up to the confrontation.

"Forgive me, Bruce," Andrea said as she reached them and apologetically addressed the Bruce in charge of the courageous police contingent. "I'm sorry to pull this sort of thing while you're on official business, but I overheard one of the soldiers call this gentleman 'Prince'."

She faced the soldiers' leader, trying not to think about the chaos that would erupt if any of them put a foot wrong in the next few minutes. It was all too plain this little lot didn't know the half of what they were getting into.

"Allow me to introduce myself, Your Highness," she continued. "Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, Lloegeyr's Ambassador. I regret the interruption, Sir, but if you are a member of a ruling royal family there are some matters of protocol here of which you must be made urgently aware. And," she added, her mouth dry but her tones unwontedly firm, "as the senior member of the diplomatic corps here present, it is my obligation to acquaint you with them. Perhaps you would prefer to discuss this in confidence?"

She looked hopefully towards the pub. It was cool. It had beer. These two factors were almost as important, in her mind, as the other consideration: that, because it was her residence it was also (at least in one currently rather messy room) sovereign Lloegeyrian territory. Her nation caused no ripples in the sharkpond of international diplomacy, but if there was one thing even the biggest fish agreed on, it was this: Lloegeyr was absolutely, totally, unshakeably neutral.

It had got that way for survival's sake. It had stayed that way by little favours, little fingers in little pies, and a whole lot of little snippets of information. Information that had all come together in her head 10 minutes ago, as she'd wriggled out from under the protective Minister for Sports and Recreation and stood up in front of the table he'd shoved them both under when the invaders arrived.

It was the scrap of silk that had made it all clear. Andrea knew textiles. She knew this particular textile very well: Theo had bought her a criminally expensive scarf made of it on the day he'd finished his PhD. Now she saw the same kind of silk crumpled on the floor, the tiny piece cut from the vest of the quiet, unassuming man who'd been eating breakfast with them all.

The man from the Free Empire of Ilek-Vaad. She couldn't be mistaken. One of the renowned citizen-soldiers of the nation whose name was a byword for inexorable integrity.

If this situation blew up into some kind of aggression against the innocent Sheilas and Bruces, the big fish would stir. Eyes that had passed over minnows like her own nation would flick lazily this way. Knootoss too, perhaps. Menelmacar, gods forbid. When the Free Empire took an interest, others followed.

And all Lloegeyr's careful tendrils would be torn adrift, all its little threads of protection snapped, its people blown hither and yon as the giants of the international scene manoeuvred to a new balance.

She didn't have a clue what was going on, she was just painfully aware that something was. Not just with Ilek-Vaad; there was also that business with David and Tasha. She hadn't really expected to pick up any information on them -- military types were always so paranoid -- but who'd have thought there'd be nothing on the net about their mysterious Emperor? A national leader who somehow didn't show up anywhere in any records? Whoever heard of a leader nobody'd heard of?

This is insane, she thought. I'm standing here in the middle of a bunch of edgy guys with guns and I'm thinking about Googling? God, girl, pull yourself together, Andrea!

"Your Highness, if we don't talk to each other this is going to turn into something none of us can handle," she said. "I don't want to end up as a footnote in some history book about How The War Began. I think there's been a serious failure of Intelligence here, and I think the sooner we sort it out diplomatically, the better for all of us. I don't think any of us wants to die because some clerk in the back room can't read a map."



Khitaan stood staring at this woman who was wringing her hands and babbling about protocol. What was actually happening was that he was being pulled back from the brink. The brink that turned a Cult Warrior into a berserker.

As his reeling senses gradually returned to him, he managed to raise a finger, and the sergeant, who saw the look in his Prince's eye and prepared for the worst, lowered his pistol. "Madam Fairfax, I am Sgt. Dangoth of the 16th Praetorian Legion, security team leader of the Palace Guard. I'm also known as Baron D'angot, chief of Cult SpecOps, and all of these men you see here, " he said as he pointed to the other Cult Warriors, "are nobles in their own right. These are but a few of the elite of the Principality. There are hundreds more, and they lead one of the most efficient and destructive forces in the world. As you can see, the Prince has come back from the edge. In another second or two, many people would have died, and there would have been an international incident that would inevitably have involved a number of other nations allied to the Cult. It's happened before."

As the sergeant was talking to the woman, Khitaan held an arm straight up and made a circular motion while glancing at the HCGSs. In less than a minute, both gunships started their engines, the rotors at first slowly turning, then more rapidly until they reached mid-spin.

Khitaan's commpin beeped, and as he tapped it, he heard that someone far above Terra was monitoring the situation. Someone who had orbital capabilities knew what was here, if not who. Khitaan spoke, seemingly into midair. "Lieutenant, advise the Regents. We've got ourselves a potentially exlosive situation here in Nulla Nulla, and we are now being scanned by parties unknown. I'm requesting a full squadron of N'gallian fighter-escorts to converge on the point of scan at a distance of 1,600 miles, just close enough to send a message but far enough away not to be considered hostile. Repeat, I request orbital support in supression of stratospheric scanning interference."

"Yes, m'lord. Contacting King Ricala now."

Khitaan put a hand on the chest of the sergeant, who backed off. "Madame Andrea, forgive my boorishness. I am Prince SSoc Khitaan Tanittas, of the Black Warrior Cult, a subject nation of the Barbaric Empire of Xeraph. I had no intention of creating a disturbance here in Nulla Nulla. An apparent misunderstanding. What is it you had in mind to remedy this situation?"


His hand was still on his pistol, and he still held his katana loosely in his left hand. His speech was of reconciliation, but his demeanor was still of preparation for battle.......................

"If I may interject, your highness." said Bruce, the minister of Sports and Recreation, who had followed behind Andrea, not letting her enter the situation without backup of some kind.

"I think I may have a solution, the current situation is obviously a gigantic misunderstanding on both sides. As a measure of good faith and to show that we can put it behind us. I suggest a game of Rugby Union, a team you select versuses the best team we can muster, would the police be fine with such an arangement?"

The policeman paused and thought about for a moment, "I don't see any problem with that, though of course I'll need you guys to help me fill in some paperwork."

"So, what about it Prince? Take this to the Sporting field?" asked the Minister Bruce.

"So this incident is in a pub you say?" Collins was lounging in a chair, boots parked on top of a computer terminal.

Yes Ma'am." the Midshipman nodded.

"Isn't Sheilas and Bruces well known for their beer?" she asked, eyeing the Midshipman in a way that suggested she had a 'cunning plan'. Anyone who knew the Dyellians and their tendency towards alcoholism would immediately guess what that plan was...

"As far as I'm aware they are known to drink it in rather large quantities."

She laughed, slapping her thigh, "Knew this wasn't such a huge waste of time. If everything has died down by the time we arrive, I'm sure they won't mind if a few of us slip ashore to sample the local produce... I mean 'officially examine the site of the incident'"

<snip> "So, what about it Prince? Take this to the Sporting field?" asked the Minister Bruce.

"WHAT? --I mean, what a good idea!" squeaked Andrea, struggling to suppress a bubble of shocked laughter. Gods, Sheilas and Bruces were amazing! Possibly they were the best political operators she'd ever seen. Either that, or they were so naively honest that any normal nation would be sure to think they were deeply devious. Imagine defusing a confrontation with a game of football!

Defusing ... the thought killed her humour. Because it wasn't defused, was it? Recalling her diplomatic role, she made a sweeping gesture towards the Pub.

"Prince Khitaan -- I do hope that's the proper form of address, sir? Please forgive me if I offend -- perhaps you would honour us all by joining us in the Pub for a brief time while the opposing teams make their arrangements?" she invited. "I'm sure it will be more productive to discuss this matter in comfortable surroundings."

Gods, I sound a twit, she thought. He must think I swallowed a bureaucrat's dictionary. But her own dignity didn't count right now. She had to get hold of some facts. The number of nobles this Prince carried around with him suggested a rigidly layered society. Possibly very concerned with matters of position. Or face, or honour, or whatever they called it. So she'd best walk a very formal line until she got them sized up.

Hands together in the traditional prayer-like Lloegeyrian greeting, she bowed slightly and stood aside to allow the Prince to lead the way.

If the barman was half the professional she thought he was, there'd be enough and to spare to keep the finest company happy. And if her guess was right, the Sheilas and Bruces network would already have made sure that most of their government had already begun casually dropping in at the Pub.

They're lovely blokes, all of 'em, but they're just happy-go-lucky amateurs, she thought worriedly. I just hope they realise this mess has more twists than a packet of barley-sugar.

Sethanis was enjoying a beer on the veranda of his summer palace in The Isles when a messenger interrupted his thoughts. "M'lord, a situation has arisen in Nulla Nulla."

Seth sighed. "What the fuck is a Nulla Nulla?"

The messenger grinned. "Apparently, an Austrailian/New Zealand type of nation complete with pubs and Sheilas."

Another sigh....no rest for the weary. "OK, what's it all about?"

"Uh...er....Prince Khitaan...."

That got his attention. "Shit! What the hell has he done now? How many dead? How many towns destroyed?"

The messenger held up a hand. "Nothing that severe, m'lord. Not yet. An incident in a pub has the local police and a woman named Madame Fairfax acting as mediator. Oh, and Dyelli Beybi is monitoring the situation. As a result, the Prince has requested the counter-measure of a squadron of N'gallian fighter-escorts to possibly take out the orbital probes of DB."

Seth jumped up and hit his commpin. "M'lords Vlad and John. We have a problem. Khitaan is at it again."

In less than five seconds, a fiery blue oval appeared and Princes John of the Isles of Xeraph and Vlad of the Grey Phoenix stepped out of the TransBeam.

Vlad spoke first. "Has DB deployed anyone anywhere?"

Prince John answered. "If I know that crazy female Admiral they got, she's on her way. Lord knows with what force, but she like the brew as much as any man. And this Nulla Nulla seems to be a beer paradise."

Sethanis thought for a moment. "I say we send a couple of CBGs out that way and a dozen troop transports with 17,000 of the Clone Troopers. Have a squadron of Pythons ready to carpet bomb the place if necessary."

"Agreed," said Vlad. "And I'll have Ric target the orbital scanners. We'll destroy them only if necessary."

"One other thing," said Seth. "There's an operative from Ilek-Vlad in the area. We need to know why."

"Is 'Sgt. Shadow' still there?", asked John.

"Last I heard he was. Anything to add, Vlad?"

"Yeah......let's not overextend our hand here. You all know we have major trouble brewing over in ViZion. We're looking at a potential multi-national war, GAPTS against CAD. We can't be fuckin' around with these little things."

"Agreed. We'll get this settled quickly..............one way or another."

"son of a bitch needs to learn manners"said David as he watchs from a far off very well hiden spot with a Scope
"mm"he said as he keeps watching, then gets on his phone

hours later their plane leaves with Tasha on it

"He's a coupla snags short of a barbie!" said Sheila hotly. "He's got wombats in the top paddock! If brains were gunpowder he couldn't blow his bloody hat off! I hope his chooks turn into emus and they kick his dunny down! Bloody inbred chinless royal nongs're always comin' over here, buncha horsefaces, thinkin' they c'n tell us what to do!"

"He may be a bloody inbred chinless horsefaced royal nong," Andrea said tiredly, for what seemed like the thousandth time. "But he's a bloody inbred chinless horsefaced royal nong with guns, Sheil! And an army! And a hair-trigger temper! So please, possum, spread the word, don't let anyone do anything stupid just yet."

She'd been working the room for a quarter of an hour, darting anxious glances back to the little knot of intense conversation where a significant part of the Sheilas and Bruces' government was knocking back schooners as if there were no tomorrow.

She'd like to have carried on with her diplomatic nannying of the intruder. But her friendly Recreational Bruce had taken over that job -- which was the way things should be; it was his country, after all. And it was becoming all too clear that the general population of Sheilas and Bruces didn't like being pushed around, and wanted very badly to push back.

So if the situation was to be kept at a low simmer until the footie got going, somebody had to go around being the boring voice of reason, calm, and not smashin' his stupid face in. Which was a job Lloegeyrians did almost automatically, trained for it by generations of trying to stay under everyone else's radar.

Nonetheless she couldn't stop her eyes from darting back constantly to the Prince and his (thank the gods) sensible-sounding off-sider. Eventually, giving up the oil-on-troubled-waters efforts, she began edging her way through the crowd and back to the spot where the cause of all the trouble was being exquisitely polite to a particularly good-looking Sheila.

The 34th and the 87th Royal Xeraphian Carrier Battle Group were now just a half-day away from Nulla territorial waters. The fighter-jets were well within striking distance, and were thus at alert-status 3a, one away from war.

Each Xeraphian CBG was comprised of 24 vessals, including battlecarriers, destroyers, battleships, missile cruisers, and subs. All were nuclear capable, but presently carried only conventional weapons.

The carriers, four in each CBG, carried an average of 65 fighters, usually Rattlesnakes or Cobras. Each carried a half-dozen HCGSs.

Admiral Lord Sam Medullan surveyed the horizon...nothing to be seen. In a couple of hours he would order a 24/7 air patrol over Nullan waters, gradually extending over the area of land where the Prince had gotten himself into a situation. His orders were standard: if Nullan aircraft approached Xeraphian units, one warning was to be given. If ignored, they would be shot out of the sky. With the rep of the Xeraphian airforce, the majority of hostiles heeded the warning.

Medullan shruged. Just another day in the Empire. Just another country with an opportunity to do what was sensible...........or pay the price.

And lo, the clouds parted, and a voice was heard to say from upon high:

"Now, now, Xeraph/The Black Warrior Cult, you know that puppetwanking is naughty."

OOC Not posting as Tor Yvresse but as Giltheran my less used, 'nicer' nation which is having posting troubles at the moment.
IC
The man sat quietly watching events, and was unimpressed overall, one of many such peoples scattered around the world by the wandering natures of his people he had came to this bar in this nation, well to drink and look into future potential trading ops. After all a nation of such ardent drinkers seemed a prime market for the spirits produced by the Tel'Quessar. The strange and informal nature of business within the nation of Giltheran meant that the single largest company in that nation, Silver Trading was closely tied into the royal family, who had invested much in a joint concern with that company, and kept the true nature of its owner a closely guarded state secret.

This fact had created a strange relationship which led to people such as him. Primary a travelling adventurer, a man who looked danger in the face, and blasted it with a carefully selected spell before hiding behind the biggest guy he could find. He also acted as an advance agent for Silver Trading concerns, scouting out new markets and on the side kept an ear out for things that might interest the Royal Family. Such as a bully and an upstart threatening a peaceful group that had kept him well stocked in his little visit with beer, and who if his suspicions where correct would swell the coffers of his other employer, which in turn would please the Ancient Silver Wyrm, that ran the company, which in turn meant a pleased Dragon protecting the Islands.

It was a nice relationship, if trouble started the Children of the Seldarine could act on their instinct to do what was just, and in the process please their single greatest defender. What more could you ask for? If trouble didn’t start, well he got to watch what promised to be an interesting game, and still might find a chance to begin the negotiations over trade, and so still please his employer’s.

And lo, the clouds parted, and a voice was heard to say from upon high:

"Now, now, Xeraph/The Black Warrior Cult, you know that puppetwanking is naughty."

ooc: check your TG

It was not surprising that the state of Shielas and Bruces had slipped under the radar of the Vrakians. That is, the Vrakians knew about the newest member, but was unconcerned about them due to their attention directed elsewhere.

However, S&B was quickly informed that one of the more powerful members of the FKC was close by and would quicky come to their aid, should the need arise. After all, if there was one thing that was internationally known about the Vrakians it was this; they despised any outsider sending military forces to threaten a fellow Klatchian state.

As such, a general message was sent out to anyone who cared.

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To: Any and all nations involved
From: The Vrak Ministry of War

The state of Sheilas & Bruces is a fellow Klatchian state of which we shall defend most vigourously. Any and all foreign power that dare to impunge upon the sovereignty of Sheilas & Bruces must turn their military forces away from S & B lands else be met with overwhelming force from the Vrakian Military. A deadline of 2 hours has been given to comply with this ultimatum.

[The Great Seal of the Vrak Ministry of War]



OOC: I haven't read the thread closely, but if I understand it, Xeraph/BWC is sending stuff to Shielas & Bruces? Unfortunately, I can't rp much due to time constraints, so take that how you will.

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Admiral Medullan was sipping on a Coke when his commpin beeped. "Sir, a message from the Regents."

"Put it on the screen, ensign."

The message was simple. 'All naval and air units deployed to SB coast are hereby recalled. Potential hostility levels unacceptable. Also, your units needed in MedSea. Regents out.'

Just like that. No further explanation. Alaric wouldn't have handled it that way. 'Well', he thought, 'Alaric's dead. So I have to deal with those less apt to govern.'

He tapped his commpin. "Ensign, signal all commanders that we have been re-directed to the MedSea region. That is all."

"Aye, sir."

The Dyellians it seems really didn't want to be left out...

To: Any and all nations involved
From: Dyelli Beybi, Ministry of Defence

Dyelli Beybi will do it's duty in accordance with the Constitution of the Federated Klatchian Coast in defending the state of Shelias and Bruces until not one pakrah remains on Klatchian soil.

Khitaan's commpin beeped, and he excused himself from the conversation that had somehow intruded upon nis mental preparations for a confontation. His face darkened as he listened to the report. Evidently, the Regents didn't have the balls that Alaric once did.

He pushed his way through the growing crowd and signalled to the sergeant. "Get the men together. The flotilla has been re-directed. No help from that source."

He saw the woman coming towards him and said, "Madame, the situation in the homeland has given me cause to depart. If you will relay my regrets to the authorities here, we will be taking our leave."

The HCGSs were at full power by now, the Cult Warriors all aboard. With the Sergeant still watching the crowd, the Prince hopped aboard and turned to pull him up into the craft. With one last, baleful glare at the Nullans, the Comanches rose into the skies and headed off into the west.........

As she drew closer, Andrea realised the Prince wasn't interested in the Sheila, the Sheila was interested in the Prince. As an audience.

" ... fifteen players, that's eight forwards and seven backs," she was saying. "And it's fairly open play, but they're very strict about head-high tackles. And spikes, of course. No spikes allowed."

The Prince's expression was a classic of its type. Andrea suppressed a giggle and determinedly became Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, giver of the most exclusive soirees at the UN and completely comfortable with possibly psychotic royals with annihilation on their mind.

"Your Highness," she said, deftly inserting herself between the enthusiast and her victim, "if you'd be so kind as to come this way, we've arranged a private viewing area for the ... sporting contest. <Whatever it is.> I do hope you'll be able to join us, Baron D'angot <and keep your leader on a tight leash>. I believe Prime Minister Bruce may be along momentarily <if we can get him to stop swearing>."

"Madame, the situation in the homeland has given me cause to depart. If you will relay my regrets to the authorities here, we will be taking our leave."

"Why ... er ... of course," Andrea stammered. All that nervous preparation, and no need for it? Well, she certainly wasn't complaining.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness," she added, smiling and even bringing herself to wave as the visitors departed.

"And my deepest sympathies to you, Baron," she added sincerely, her words drowned out by the roar of the choppers.

As the Vaadian was leaving the police line behind... "Psst, Mate"
"Psst."

Looking around he didn't see anything but the noise seemed to come from an Alley way behind a building. Did someone want him?

Mr. Ehsan had paused, to replace his cut vest , with another out of his bag. He would be a poor representative of the Free Republic if he went about with a sliced vest, even though it was a neat cut.

He paused and looked around as he put his jacket back on over his vest and galvorn breastplate.

"Pardon me?" he asked as he moved closer to see who was attempting to get his attention, whatever was happening in front of the pub, was obviously not very concerning to him.

*snip*

*snip*

"Hey thanks, Mates. They are leaving and so we won't need any help. Thanks for the offer."
The very informal letter was sent to both the JDF and the Vrakian Ministry of War.

As she drew closer, Andrea realised the Prince wasn't interested in the Sheila, the Sheila was interested in the Prince. As an audience.

" ... fifteen players, that's eight forwards and seven backs," she was saying. "And it's fairly open play, but they're very strict about head-high tackles. And spikes, of course. No spikes allowed."

The Prince's expression was a classic of its type. Andrea suppressed a giggle and determinedly became Dame Andrea Packer-Fairfax, giver of the most exclusive soirees at the UN and completely comfortable with possibly psychotic royals with annihilation on their mind.

"Your Highness," she said, deftly inserting herself between the enthusiast and her victim, "if you'd be so kind as to come this way, we've arranged a private viewing area for the ... sporting contest. <Whatever it is.> I do hope you'll be able to join us, Baron D'angot <and keep your leader on a tight leash>. I believe Prime Minister Bruce may be along momentarily <if we can get him to stop swearing>."



"Why ... er ... of course," Andrea stammered. All that nervous preparation, and no need for it? Well, she certainly wasn't complaining.

"It's been a pleasure to meet you, Your Highness," she added, smiling and even bringing herself to wave as the visitors departed.

"And my deepest sympathies to you, Baron," she added sincerely, her words drowned out by the roar of the choppers.

"Well, It certainly has been interesting. Thank you Baron." said Ministerial Bruce, of Sports and Recreation. Proffering his hand to be shaken as he left.

"Your Highness, I don't think I can forget our meeting, Farewell." He said with a laugh before they headed off to the choppers and out of Shielas and Bruces.

As he watched the choppers leave he turned to Andrea, "You know, you really are a wonderful Sheila." he said with a slight smile. Finally it was all over.
Mr. Ehsan had paused, to replace his cut vest , with another out of his bag. He would be a poor representative of the Free Republic if he went about with a sliced vest, even though it was a neat cut.

He paused and looked around as he put his jacket back on over his vest and galvorn breastplate.

"Pardon me?" he asked as he moved closer to see who was attempting to get his attention, whatever was happening in front of the pub, was obviously not very concerning to him.

As the Vaadian approached, the alley seemed to be empty, was this a trap? or just someone being sneaky?

A pile of trash was laying up in the alley which, certainly seemed out of place. Could the someone be hiding in there. It certainly didn't look like he was hiding anywhere else.

From: Ministry of Defence, Cyro.
To: Government of Sheilas and Bruces

Dyelli Beybi is indeed jubilant to hear that the conflict has been resolved without bloodshed. However, we have already ordered a fleet to take up position off the Coast of Sheilas and Bruces. Would it be acceptable to you if a pilot from Sheilas and Bruces were to come out and redirect or ships to Barrow Island so that we may begin surveying the site?

We hope that the Barrow Island base will prevent any such unfortunate occurences from happening again.

From: Ministry of Defence, Cyro.
To: Government of Sheilas and Bruces

Dyelli Beybi is indeed jubilant to hear that the conflict has been resolved without bloodshed. However, we have already ordered a fleet to take up position off the Coast of Sheilas and Bruces. Would it be acceptable to you if a pilot from Sheilas and Bruces were to come out and redirect or ships to Barrow Island so that we may begin surveying the site?

We hope that the Barrow Island base will prevent any such unfortunate occurences from happening again.

To: Ministry of Defense, Cyro

Coast Patrol units have been alerted and will be there to direct your ships to appropriate landing positions. Enclosed is a general map of the area. We will await your arrival.
OOC:
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The Dyellian Fleet arrived some time later, staying out of the line of sight of anyone on land, although they were quite obvious on radar.

There was a brief hail from the Dyellians, stating that some Officer or another needed to meet with a Brucian official before they landed. Once they had some indication as to where the Coastguard were a small launch set off to meet them.

David flicks the Safety switch on M107 to safe, then gets up with the LR Sniper Rifle and heads back to the bar ,what he did not see was a old Envelope he had on drop from it place and fall on the ground

Envelope
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Bar
David place the Rilfe back in the weapons locker ,cleans himself up then calls Tasha
"safe"said David
"ok caming back,i'm bring Cindy "said Tasha on the other end
"see you two when you get here"said David
"Love you"said Tasha
"Same"said David then hangs up and puts the phone away, pulls his knife from it's sheath on his Combat Webbing
Knife
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" It don't mean nothing, man. Not a thing"said David as he spins the kinfe in his hand

As the Vaadian approached, the alley seemed to be empty, was this a trap? or just someone being sneaky?

A pile of trash was laying up in the alley which, certainly seemed out of place. Could the someone be hiding in there. It certainly didn't look like he was hiding anywhere else.


Mr. Ehsan was not about to root through the trash, under any circumstances. He stands there for a good long minute, and if no one presents themselves, he leaves.

Vaadians have no patience for cloak and dagger types.

The Dyellian Fleet arrived some time later, staying out of the line of sight of anyone on land, although they were quite obvious on radar.

There was a brief hail from the Dyellians, stating that some Officer or another needed to meet with a Brucian official before they landed. Once they had some indication as to where the Coastguard were a small launch set off to meet them.

A small ship was dispatched from the Patrol, meeting up with the Dyellians and bringing on board.

"Glad you can make it, I'm Bruce, Captain of the Brucian Coast Patrol." a warm smile with a firm and tight handshake later well, "So Gentlemen what brings you here." he said, he obviously had a great aversion to diplomatic double-speak, more so than any other Bruce.

David flicks the Safety switch on M107 to safe, then gets up with the LR Sniper Rifle and heads back to the bar ,what he did not see was a old Envelope he had on drop from it place and fall on the ground




Bar
David place the Rilfe back in the weapons locker ,cleans himself up then calls Tasha
"safe"said David
"ok caming back,i'm bring Cindy "said Tasha on the other end
"see you two when you get here"said David
"Love you"said Tasha
"Same"said David then hangs up and puts the phone away, pulls his knife from it's sheath on his Combat Webbing

" It don't mean nothing, man. Not a thing"said David as he spins the kinfe in his hand

The Bartender looked at Bruce, it was like there was a six-sense. He had determined that something was bothering David. And what else were Bartenders there for, if not to help solve all lifes problems.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked as he poured David a beer.
"On the house."

Mr. Ehsan was not about to root through the trash, under any circumstances. He stands there for a good long minute, and if no one presents themselves, he leaves.

Vaadians have no patience for cloak and dagger types.

A man lept from the top of the building beside it... It wasn't tall but still it caused a bit of pain when landing, even with him knowing how to land properly.

He reached into the pile of trash and pulled out a Walkie talkie.

"Call me David," he said extending a hand to the Vaadian. "I hear you're interested in some evidence against the Federal Marsalls and said marshalls will be here fairly soon. Perhaps I may be of assistance to you." The Man said, he looked like he could be a Bruce but there was something about him... he didn't have quite the same attitude than all the Bruces that he meet.

This man was different.

A man lept from the top of the building beside it... It wasn't tall but still it caused a bit of pain when landing, even with him knowing how to land properly.

He reached into the pile of trash and pulled out a Walkie talkie.

"Call me David," he said extending a hand to the Vaadian. "I hear you're interested in some evidence against the Federal Marsalls and said marshalls will be here fairly soon. Perhaps I may be of assistance to you." The Man said, he looked like he could be a Bruce but there was something about him... he didn't have quite the same attitude than all the Bruces that he meet.

This man was different.

Mr. Ehsan shakes David's hand "Pleased to meet you."

He eyed David suspiciously "We are not adverse to gathering information on the current Federation administration, and it's illegal activities."

It was a non-committal answer at best. Mr. Ehsan did not look as though he exactly trusted David.

As he watched the choppers leave he turned to Andrea, "You know, you really are a wonderful Sheila." he said with a slight smile.

"You're not so bad yourself, Bruce," smiled Andrea, slipping an arm round his waist and leaning in to him. "What say we wander back inside and have a drink to celebrate? My shout, of course."

She congratulated herself silently on having learnt the local customs so well. In trouble? 'Avabeer. Madly happy? 'Avabeer. Thoroughly fed-up? 'Avabeer. And always, of course, the really essential line: My shout.

The cool shade inside the bar was such a contrast with the glare outside that for a moment she couldn't see. As her eyes adjusted, she realised the crowd that had packed it only moments before had evaporated; Sheilas and Bruces apparently weren't inclined to hang about chatting over old news -- not when they could go out and create some new news. The only customer seemed to be David Scott, and he was in deep conversation with the barman. It didn't seem right to interrupt them by asking for a drink.

"Er -- actually, Bruce, mate, I think I've got some of that special Lloegeyrian stuff left in my room," she said. "I'll just go and fetch the bottle down here -- unless you'd like to come up and help me look for it ..."

The Bartender looked at Bruce, it was like there was a six-sense. He had determined that something was bothering David. And what else were Bartenders there for, if not to help solve all lifes problems.

"Penny for your thoughts?" he asked as he poured David a beer.
"On the house."


"i can tell Tasha now knows all about Jactan islands where the Secret Police was making a secret army using kidnap woman from Imperial as well from other place to be used as birthing vectors ,where serum 62 was made and tested on kidnap man and woman who were not fit to make babys"said David then picks up the Glass and drinks it in one go

"an she would know the injection of 62 into me when i was captured,the taking of the island by the army and the hunt for all of the Secret Police by us after the taking"David stops for a min than talks again

"hell the head of Secret Police made his own Wife and Daughter as birthing vectors , i need air"said David then leaves

Hour later at Airport

at the airport Tashas plane lands and her and Cindy get a taxi back to bar



OOC don't for get to have someone found that Envelope

"You're not so bad yourself, Bruce," smiled Andrea, slipping an arm round his waist and leaning in to him. "What say we wander back inside and have a drink to celebrate? My shout, of course."

She congratulated herself silently on having learnt the local customs so well. In trouble? 'Avabeer. Madly happy? 'Avabeer. Thoroughly fed-up? 'Avabeer. And always, of course, the really essential line: My shout.

The cool shade inside the bar was such a contrast with the glare outside that for a moment she couldn't see. As her eyes adjusted, she realised the crowd that had packed it only moments before had evaporated; Sheilas and Bruces apparently weren't inclined to hang about chatting over old news -- not when they could go out and create some new news. The only customer seemed to be David Scott, and he was in deep conversation with the barman. It didn't seem right to interrupt them by asking for a drink.

"Er -- actually, Bruce, mate, I think I've got some of that special Lloegeyrian stuff left in my room," she said. "I'll just go and fetch the bottle down here -- unless you'd like to come up and help me look for it ..."

"alright... Race you there..." he spoke already starting the Race, A cheeky grin passed over his face with his headstart she had no chance to catch up with him. However when she did she'd find him sitting on the window sill with the blinds closed behind him.

"i can tell Tasha now knows all about Jactan islands where the Secret Police was making a secret army using kidnap woman from Imperial as well from other place to be used as birthing vectors ,where serum 62 was made and tested on kidnap man and woman who were not fit to make babys"said David then picks up the Glass and drinks it in one go

"an she would know the injection of 62 into me when i was captured,the taking of the island by the army and the hunt for all of the Secret Police by us after the taking"David stops for a min than talks again

"hell the head of Secret Police made his own Wife and Daughter as birthing vectors , i need air"said David then leaves

Hour later at Airport

at the airport Tashas plane lands and her and Cindy get a taxi back to bar



OOC don't for get to have someone found that Envelope

The Barman sighed "What some people will do to each other... It's just not proper." he said . As David left the bar he thought "No wonder he wants some, Experiencing that sort of stuff."

He noticed the envelope laying on the floor where he was siting.

"Hey, Sheila, would you be able to pick that up for me? Thanks."

"Oh, so now, I'm your slave..." retorted Shiela

"OH, don't get started on this again. I can't leave the bar, A Barman's duty is his Duty. I don't do this when we are not working do I?"

"No, but when do you not work!"

He sighed, he didn't like arguing but what could he do, he was needed here, either way she relented and picked up the envelope and flung it at Bruce. It hit him right in the forehead before falling onto the counter. The letter came out and after a quick read he put it back in the envelope and put it behind the counter should David come back for it.

Mr. Ehsan shakes David's hand "Pleased to meet you."

He eyed David suspiciously "We are not adverse to gathering information on the current Federation administration, and it's illegal activities."

It was a non-committal answer at best. Mr. Ehsan did not look as though he exactly trusted David.

"Don't trust me,eh... and why should you?"

It was then he heard some footsteps coming from the building...

"Someone's coming, Quick!"

David pulled him over to the side of the wall, the building to the left was indeed the pub he hadn't had a chance to get very far awy from it at all.

The footsteps slowed and the blinds where pulled down... Soon after much softer feet came up the starts
"Heh, I think someone is about to get busy." he quietly chuckled to himself.
"We better wait until they get it on before moving on to another location." he whispered waiting for what would happen next.

A small ship was dispatched from the Patrol, meeting up with the Dyellians and bringing on board.

"Glad you can make it, I'm Bruce, Captain of the Brucian Coast Patrol." a warm smile with a firm and tight handshake later well, "So Gentlemen what brings you here." he said, he obviously had a great aversion to diplomatic double-speak, more so than any other Bruce.


"Gentlemen?" there was a roar of laughter from the rather attractive blonde who presumably the Brucian hadn't noticed.

The Dyellian uniform was black. A long leather coat, leather gloves, mid calf high sea boots and a huge wide brimmed hat for senior officers. Lieutenants wore a tricorn of all things and the Ratings and Midshipmen a bandana or nothing at all... combined with the colourful sashes tied around the waist and in some cases slung over the shoulder, as well as the feathers and eppaulettes, they looked somewhat piratical...

"I'm Adelle, Grand Admiral of the Dyellian Fleet." she introduced herself, "And these are some of my crews."

"We have come down here to meet you Bruce." she explained, "Because what you are about to see is one of Klatch's greatest military secrets and one that will win the next two wars for us."

She grinned broadly, "And don't think we mean the Vaadians, they're annoying, in pretty much the same way barnacles are annoying. They slow you down a bit, and at the end of the day you drag your ship out of the water and scrub the little ^&*$#s off."

She laughed again, "So can you keep a secret Bruce?"

The Barman sighed "What some people will do to each other... It's just not proper." he said . As David left the bar he thought "No wonder he wants some, Experiencing that sort of stuff."

He noticed the envelope laying on the floor where he was siting.

"Hey, Sheila, would you be able to pick that up for me? Thanks."

"Oh, so now, I'm your slave..." retorted Shiela

"OH, don't get started on this again. I can't leave the bar, A Barman's duty is his Duty. I don't do this when we are not working do I?"

"No, but when do you not work!"

He sighed, he didn't like arguing but what could he do, he was needed here, either way she relented and picked up the envelope and flung it at Bruce. It hit him right in the forehead before falling onto the counter. The letter came out and after a quick read he put it back in the envelope and put it behind the counter should David come back for it.

sometime after Tasha and another woman walks in with two bag and heads to the room, then Both cames back mins after

" Bruce have you seen David"ask Tasha to the Barman

"alright... Race you there..." he spoke already starting the Race, A cheeky grin passed over his face with his headstart she had no chance to catch up with him. However when she did she'd find him sitting on the window sill with the blinds closed behind him.

Laughing, Andrea chased after her diplomatic recreation. But an unexpected tear in the matting on the steps sent her lurching to one side, grabbing the bannister. Her shoulder-bag tangled in the rails; by the time she'd undone the wretched thing (Damn! I don't care if it's fashionable, I'm dumping this ASAP!) Brice had been in the room long enough to pour them both drinks, if he'd found the bottle.

She approached the room softly, hoping to hear the gurgle of liquid or the clink of glass. No luck; and when she entered, she could scarcely see Bruce himself, for her playmate had drawn the blinds. He was an indistinct figure posing -- posing? -- on the windowseat.

She took in the picture. It was certainly a pose; a calendar-male pose. Bruce was wearing a guitar and a smile.

"I don't believe it!" Andrea chortled. "Mr June, is it? And titled, We Could Make Such Beautiful Music Together?"

She moved. still giggling, toward him; Bruce put down the guitar; Andrea, pretending shock, picked up the end of a long blue curtain to drape it appropriately about him. He replied lingeringly in kind -- somehow she'd reached the stage where she, too, could do with a bit of drapery.

It was surprising how athletic he was, Andrea reflected happily, as matters developed apace. Feeling herself lifted off her feet, she snuggled confidingly, adjusting her weight. Bruce took a step back -- the cushioned windowseat looked inviting -- Andrea felt them both falling ...

And falling, and Bruce stumbling ... falling, not towards the windowseat, but onto the window ... herself grabbing the curtains for support ... rrrriiiiippppp ... ooohhhhhCRAAAAASH!!!! ... tinkle, tinkle, tinkle ...

It could have been worse, thought Andrea, sitting up muzzily. She'd landed in a soft pile of ... eeewww! ... well, she was alive. Unwounded, even, despite the glass. She looked about anxiously. Ah, there he was! From behind, it probably wasn't the most dignified view, but Bruce, too, was in one piece ...

Oh, dear. Oh, dear!

The headlines raced through Andrea's head as she scrabbled desperately for her share of the torn curtain. Naked Diplomats In Alley Love Tryst! Lloegeyrian Ambassador: I Trusted Brucie! And the more sober Lloegeyrian Morning Herald: Window-plunge diplomat sacked. PM promises full inquiry. Ilek-Vaad protests unwarranted attack on citizen.

Because, of course, that's who was standing in those finely crafted shoes right in front of her eyes. The Ilek-Vaad citizen. The unassuming man from breakfast. And another, less prosperous-looking character, no doubt ready to sell the story to every network available.

Securing more than her fair share of the curtain -- Bruce, still the gentleman, had found a discarded newspaper -- Andrea rose, creating an incongruous birth-of-Venus effect as she stood upright on the rubbish pile, clutching her draperies.

"Ahhh ... would you believe we're a Commission of Inquiry into Sanitation and Garbage Disposal?" she suggested; without much hope, but what possible reason could anyone come up with for suddenly throwing themselves into a back alley?

Bruce, apparently a more robust believer in the "never explain, never apologise" doctrine, turned to her with a courtly bow (definitely a mistake, given his attire).

"At your pleasure, Madame Ambassador," he said grandly, extending a politely curved elbow.

David had to get out his mind was filling with flash's back to Jactan islands misson
"my Baby my Baby still inside the house"yelled a Shiela

David looks and see a house on fire

"fire brigade is on it's way"said a Bruce

with out thinking David walks into the burning house
"Warrr" cryed the Baby
"there you are"said David picking up the crying of the Baby over the noise of the bruning house
David make his way through the house and up the stairway to the Baby rooms
"Warr"said the Baby as David looks at it
"it's ok i'll get you"said David picking up the Baby

carsh

"dam there goes the stairs, mm out the window it is"said David to himself as he take a run up

smash

David lands outside gets up walks over to the Babys Mother
"here"said David handing the Baby to her then leaves

"who was that guy"ask someone

"Don't trust me,eh... and why should you?"

It was then he heard some footsteps coming from the building...

"Someone's coming, Quick!"

David pulled him over to the side of the wall, the building to the left was indeed the pub he hadn't had a chance to get very far awy from it at all.

The footsteps slowed and the blinds where pulled down... Soon after much softer feet came up the starts
"Heh, I think someone is about to get busy." he quietly chuckled to himself.
"We better wait until they get it on before moving on to another location." he whispered waiting for what would happen next.

Mr.Ehsan simply nodded and stayed quiet, until 'David' had determined that it was safe enough to move, or talk, or whatever.

David had to get out his mind was filling with flash's back to Jactan islands misson
"my Baby my Baby still inside the house"yelled a Shiela

David looks and see a house on fire

"fire brigade is on it's way"said a Bruce

with out thinking David walks into the burning house
"Warrr" cryed the Baby
"there you are"said David picking up the crying of the Baby over the noise of the bruning house
David make his way through the house and up the stairway to the Baby rooms
"Warr"said the Baby as David looks at it
"it's ok i'll get you"said David picking up the Baby

carsh

"dam there goes the stairs, mm out the window it is"said David to himself as he take a run up

smash

David lands outside gets up walks over to the Babys Mother
"here"said David handing the Baby to her then leaves

"who was that guy"ask someone

Sheila just thanked David profusely, the fact that her house was burning down was no longer a real concern for she had her child. She didn't know who he was the only thing she knew was that he was a stranger.

And as he left the Bruces just watched the man dissappear..

Mr.Ehsan simply nodded and stayed quiet, until 'David' had determined that it was safe enough to move, or talk, or whatever.

As they waited two people, Andrea and the Bruce that always seemed to float around her fell down, dressed only in a blue curtain and a newspaper respectively.

And falling, and Bruce stumbling ... falling, not towards the windowseat, but onto the window ... herself grabbing the curtains for support ... rrrriiiiippppp ... ooohhhhhCRAAAAASH!!!! ... tinkle, tinkle, tinkle ...

It could have been worse, thought Andrea, sitting up muzzily. She'd landed in a soft pile of ... eeewww! ... well, she was alive. Unwounded, even, despite the glass. She looked about anxiously. Ah, there he was! From behind, it probably wasn't the most dignified view, but Bruce, too, was in one piece ...

Oh, dear. Oh, dear!

The headlines raced through Andrea's head as she scrabbled desperately for her share of the torn curtain. Naked Diplomats In Alley Love Tryst! Lloegeyrian Ambassador: I Trusted Brucie! And the more sober Lloegeyrian Morning Herald: Window-plunge diplomat sacked. PM promises full inquiry. Ilek-Vaad protests unwarranted attack on citizen.

Because, of course, that's who was standing in those finely crafted shoes right in front of her eyes. The Ilek-Vaad citizen. The unassuming man from breakfast. And another, less prosperous-looking character, no doubt ready to sell the story to every network available.

Securing more than her fair share of the curtain -- Bruce, still the gentleman, had found a discarded newspaper -- Andrea rose, creating an incongruous birth-of-Venus effect as she stood upright on the rubbish pile, clutching her draperies.

"Ahhh ... would you believe we're a Commission of Inquiry into Sanitation and Garbage Disposal?" she suggested; without much hope, but what possible reason could anyone come up with for suddenly throwing themselves into a back alley?

Bruce, apparently a more robust believer in the "never explain, never apologise" doctrine, turned to her with a courtly bow (definitely a mistake, given his attire).

"At your pleasure, Madame Ambassador," he said grandly, extending a politely curved elbow.

David laughed "Nope, firstly no one here would even make up something like that... and two... That's my Job. I'm Dave the Garbo, I run Dave's Garbage Emporium..."

He said extending a hand... "And don't worry, as a garbo you see all sorts of strange things." A smile passed across his face as it seemed the phrase wasn't only directed.

Sheila just thanked David profusely, the fact that her house was burning down was no longer a real concern for she had her child. She didn't know who he was the only thing she knew was that he was a stranger.

And as he left the Bruces just watched the man dissappear..

as this was happening Tasha was trying to get hold of David

" Cindy he's not picking up and now the phone turned off"said Tasha
"stop worrying Tasha he be back to us"said Cindy as she takes her hand

"but we all most lost him when he went off to take a look at the Jactan islands by himself "said Tasha

"babe he did not know who to trust and as he says when someone says he a Heroe for that and the Vietnam he was only doing his duty"said Cindy

"i know and he don't say a word when you and me call him a Heroe for saving me twice"said Tasha sounding a bit better

outside

David was in shadow watching a group of people talking in a Alley
things you see when your out David though to himself

OOC SB hand the letter to Tasha and i place David near by as just case role

as this was happening Tasha was trying to get hold of David

" Cindy he's not picking up and now the phone turned off"said Tasha
"stop worrying Tasha he be back to us"said Cindy as she takes her hand

"but we all most lost him when he went off to take a look at the Jactan islands by himself "said Tasha

"babe he did not know who to trust and as he says when someone says he a Heroe for that and the Vietnam he was only doing his duty"said Cindy

"i know and he don't say a word when you and me call him a Heroe for saving me twice"said Tasha sounding a bit better

outside

David was in shadow watching a group of people talking in a Alley
things you see when your out David though to himself

OOC SB hand the letter to Tasha and i place David near by as just case role

"O, Tasha..." said Bruce noticing Tasha finally "David left this here. It was on the ground. I think he wanted you to have it."

He held it up and put it on the counter in front of him, time seeming to slow as it seemed that the universe was waiting for something to happen.

"O, Tasha..." said Bruce noticing Tasha finally "David left this here. It was on the ground. I think he wanted you to have it."

He held it up and put it on the counter in front of him, time seeming to slow as it seemed that the universe was waiting for something to happen.

"it's old and dirty "said Tasha as she picks it up then opens it's

"he he kept them all these years"said Tasha with a tear's forming at her eye's
"he kept what"ask Cindy
"the first letter and the photo i sent him"said Tasha as she hold it out to her

Cindy look it over then hug's Tasha
"now stop worrying"said Cindy
"yes i will i feel much better now"said Tasha

David laughed "Nope, firstly no one here would even make up something like that... and two... That's my Job. I'm Dave the Garbo, I run Dave's Garbage Emporium..."

He said extending a hand... "And don't worry, as a garbo you see all sorts of strange things." A smile passed across his face as it seemed the phrase wasn't only directed.

"Well ... uh ... how do you do, Da--oops!"

The formal introduction was cut short as Andrea made a sudden clutch at her curtain. Trying to shake hands while the other arm rested on Bruce's elbow hadn't been a good idea. In an effort to keep both her covering and her balance, she stepped back ...

"Lookout!"

The shout came just in time to stop her head connecting painfully with the bottom rung of the outside fire escape. Annoyed, she glared uselessly at it, her gaze automatically following it up to ... the exit door ...

Calculations flashed through Andrea's head. There was no security guard at the top of the fire escape. So it was probably locked from the inside ... yes, she remembered noticing those "this door is alarmed!" signs that always made her laugh. But if they could somehow get it open, she and Bruce could dodge back inside. Painlessly.

And Bruce was a member of the Government, so surely he would have such a simple thing as a key on him ... a swift glance reminded her that Bruce very certainly and visibly didn't have a key on him.

Okay, Andie,what are the possibilities? One: that Sheilas and Bruces were so advanced that Bruce would have an electronic security chip embedded somewhere (his wrist, perhaps?), allowing him instant access to the door.

Two, that the Ilek-Vaad citizen would have something even more advanced that would open anyone's door, though she hoped that wasn't the case. From what she'd heard, a small favour from Ilek-Vaad now would have to be balanced with a large return favour from Lloegeyr later, and Ilek-Vaad wasn't a nation that would be shy in the asking.

The third possibility was this Garbagemen bloke. Garbagemen, she knew, had tricks to their trade. Maybe one of them involved opening electronicaly sealed doors.

And the fourth? Well, the fourth possibility was that no-one would get them in through the fire escape,and they'd have to parade through the Pub in their present attire. It could be done if it had to be done, of course. She remembered one of her tutors: "In diplomacy, the thing to remember is, whatever you're doing at that moment is the right thing to do. If you don't believe it, no-one else will."

Andrea didn't really fancy her chances of convincing herself that a curtain-clad carry-on was a good career move. She decided to give Fate a nudge.

"Ah, about that fire door ... " she said, looking meaningfully and, she hoped, pitifully at each of the other occupants of the alley.

Snip
dam'it they need a way in mm arr David though to himself as he moves

hour later the fire door open as if by it self
when looked at someone would find the lock picked and alarm cut

"Well ... uh ... how do you do, Da--oops!"

The formal introduction was cut short as Andrea made a sudden clutch at her curtain. Trying to shake hands while the other arm rested on Bruce's elbow hadn't been a good idea. In an effort to keep both her covering and her balance, she stepped back ...

"Lookout!"

The shout came just in time to stop her head connecting painfully with the bottom rung of the outside fire escape. Annoyed, she glared uselessly at it, her gaze automatically following it up to ... the exit door ...

Calculations flashed through Andrea's head. There was no security guard at the top of the fire escape. So it was probably locked from the inside ... yes, she remembered noticing those "this door is alarmed!" signs that always made her laugh. But if they could somehow get it open, she and Bruce could dodge back inside. Painlessly.

And Bruce was a member of the Government, so surely he would have such a simple thing as a key on him ... a swift glance reminded her that Bruce very certainly and visibly didn't have a key on him.

Okay, Andie,what are the possibilities? One: that Sheilas and Bruces were so advanced that Bruce would have an electronic security chip embedded somewhere (his wrist, perhaps?), allowing him instant access to the door.

Two, that the Ilek-Vaad citizen would have something even more advanced that would open anyone's door, though she hoped that wasn't the case. From what she'd heard, a small favour from Ilek-Vaad now would have to be balanced with a large return favour from Lloegeyr later, and Ilek-Vaad wasn't a nation that would be shy in the asking.

The third possibility was this Garbagemen bloke. Garbagemen, she knew, had tricks to their trade. Maybe one of them involved opening electronicaly sealed doors.

And the fourth? Well, the fourth possibility was that no-one would get them in through the fire escape,and they'd have to parade through the Pub in their present attire. It could be done if it had to be done, of course. She remembered one of her tutors: "In diplomacy, the thing to remember is, whatever you're doing at that moment is the right thing to do. If you don't believe it, no-one else will."

Andrea didn't really fancy her chances of convincing herself that a curtain-clad carry-on was a good career move. She decided to give Fate a nudge.

"Ah, about that fire door ... " she said, looking meaningfully and, she hoped, pitifully at each of the other occupants of the alley.

"A timber place like this... could go up faster than a Platangawallaoalidna climbin' a tree!" Bruce stated as a matter of fact, something that any reasonaly intelligent person could deduce. "Bruce's, very picky about safety... If we open the door ... and it's alarmed he'll go off at us for setting off a panic and if we disable the alarm he'll find out... and then go off at us for disabling the alarm. We could either do a nudie run through main bar... or wait here and pray for a miracle... "

Bruce seemed to not mind the prospect of a nudie run through the bar, but perhaps Andrea did.

Dave just laughed... "I'm just here clearing this garbage out... I don't have anything that would be able to help you unless you want to use some of this stuff to 'hide your shame'." after a pause he continued "No, didn't think so... I wouldn't either." Dave said... keeping in tune with the 'character' that he had set up... As eccentric as all hell but a good guy despite his eccentricities.

Though he was internally wondering if they'd realise that there was a back way into the place... a back way that he just happened to have a key for.

David walks into the bar
"talk to you in a hour"David said to Tasha he past her and Cindy on the away to the room

In the room someone was waiting as David open the door

BAM BAM BAM as three rounds hit David in the chest then the man who fired the shots run out the Room and through the bar

"fuck"said David looking at the vest as he got back up

Tasha was at the Door looking at David
'what the,you ok"said Tasha as she goes to him
"no that hurt luckly i had on the Dragon Skin vast on"said David

David walks into the bar
"talk to you in a hour"David said to Tasha he past her and Cindy on the away to the room

In the room someone was waiting as David open the door

BAM BAM BAM as three rounds hit David in the chest then the man who fired the shots run out the Room and through the bar

"fuck"said David looking at the vest as he got back up

Tasha was at the Door looking at David
'what the,you ok"said Tasha as she goes to him
"no that hurt luckly i had on the Dragon Skin vast on"said David

The bar wasn't empty but neither was it packed... There were a group of 3 Bruces at a table drinking beers and discussing business... something about a drought and it hurting the wheat export market, no one was really paying any interest though one of the Bruces made a loud statement... "We'll all be rooned"

Though not much attention was paid to him... "In it's time... It'll come." said a calming assurance from one of the other Bruces.

There was 5 other Bruces in the large pub all doing various things on their own, however when the gun shots rang out everything suddenly went quiet as the footsteps of the Assailant rang down the stairs and through the pub. He was armed with a gun and so no one was foolish enough to direct confront him but, at the last moment possible one of the Bruces quickly pushed with his legs a chair in the assailant's way. Which was the un-organised signal... all the Bruces started to converge upon him. The Assailant had disturbed their business and had broken the sanctity of the pub. They were aiming to disarm and then pin him down till the Authorities could come.

The bar wasn't empty but neither was it packed... There were a group of 3 Bruces at a table drinking beers and discussing business... something about a drought and it hurting the wheat export market, no one was really paying any interest though one of the Bruces made a loud statement... "We'll all be rooned"

Though not much attention was paid to him... "In it's time... It'll come." said a calming assurance from one of the other Bruces.

There was 5 other Bruces in the large pub all doing various things on their own, however when the gun shots rang out everything suddenly went quiet as the footsteps of the Assailant rang down the stairs and through the pub. He was armed with a gun and so no one was foolish enough to direct confront him but, at the last moment possible one of the Bruces quickly pushed with his legs a chair in the assailant's way. Which was the un-organised signal... all the Bruces started to converge upon him. The Assailant had disturbed their business and had broken the sanctity of the pub. They were aiming to disarm and then pin him down till the Authorities could come.

the Assailant was more deadly then Bruces think he was as he was one of a small number of Secret police commandos that got away and was still been hunted by the army

"get the vith hell off me"he said as he throws one of the Bruces at the wall, then smash his fist in to another ones face before pulling out a knife
"now one of you gets it" he said as he thrust the kinfe at one of the Bruces

"what the vith" he said as the his Knife was blocked by Davids one

"all of you help the Bruces that are hurt and get out of here this a fight we don't want to be in the middle of "said Tasha as she watched as David and the Assailant eyes change to yellow then leaves with Cindy

"its me you want"said David
"yes yes it is should guess you had a vest on"said the Assailant as he kick at David which he dodge

out side Tasha get on her phone to HQ
"Major Tasha Scott here send some Military Intelligence boys to Shielas and Bruces as David in a fight with a Secret police commandos who tryed to kill him"she said over the phone as Cindy pulls out a first aid kit from her hand bag


OOC think of the Kinfe fight in RE4

The Bruces stepped back, this was obviously David's unfinished business and while they could get involved with it, they obviously decided not to. While his skills was only part of it... there was also the concept of getting in the way of someone completing their unfinished business.

They looked and were amazed at the Bar fight... only the Barman seemed to notice the yellow glow in his eye... the same glow that David had... something obviously was going down.

The Bruces stepped back, this was obviously David's unfinished business and while they could get involved with it, they obviously decided not to. While his skills was only part of it... there was also the concept of getting in the way of someone completing their unfinished business.

They looked and were amazed at the Bar fight... only the Barman seemed to notice the yellow glow in his eye... the same glow that David had... something obviously was going down.

one was human the other born to a birthing vector Mother but both had the serum in their blood and the animal instincts that it brings out was showing by the change of color in the eye's

"so your the first, born to the Wife of SP leader who was used as a birthing vector "said David to the Assailant after seeing the back of the neck

"yes and i'm better then you and when i finish you i'm going to kill those around me and start up the breeding program"said the Assailant

"i wont let you i'll die stopping you"said David as the Assailant came at him

hour later the fire door open as if by it self
when looked at someone would find the lock picked and alarm cut

Andrea looked from face to face, hoping for some social miracle that would spirit her back to her room -- and her wardrobe. But, as both Bruce and the cheery David opened their mouths to provide, she was sure, a solution to her dilemma, a fusillade of shots rang out from the Bar.

A heroine would have run toward them, bearing aid and succour. A heroine
wouldn't have found herself frozen in place, suddenly reliving Theo's assassination. Andrea turned in an instant from career diplomat to panicked kitten; and, like a panicked kitten, started to climb. She must have scrabbled up Bruce's back to reach the fire escape; she didn't remember. How long it took her to climb up, she could never say. There were moments when she looked down at the ground, at the faces staring up at her, and moments when she staggered from step to step, gasping.

She reached the top and pulled the door open, never stopping to think how that could have happened. She needed it to be open, it was open; that was all there was to it. Fleeing down the hallway, locking herself into her room, that was all automatic.

Sobbing, sucking in panicked lungfuls of air, she wrenched the top from the bottle she and Bruce had shared and drank it all. For long minutes she sat on the bed, staring at the floor. At last, as the shaking subsided, she remembered where she was. Not in an official car, not careering insanely to the hospital, not Being Brave at the funeral. She was here, on a rest-cure appointment, in quiet, safe, Sheilas and Bruces.

Where there had just been an outbreak of shooting in the bar. And where her Bruce, who had been so kind to her, was downstairs and probably, in the stupid manner of men, doing his best to put himself into danger, too.

Angry already, she marched over to the window, expecting to see the alley empty and all her companions vanished towards the disturbance -- which seemed, now she could pay proper attention, to have died down a bit. She leant on the glass-smattered window-seat -- damn, she didn't see that bit -- and, shaking the splinter out and shoving a slightly bleeding finger into her mouth, peered out.

the fight went on for some hour before ending with David winning with broken knife blade in between his ribs and vest
"get warm water,needle ,thread, booze clean cloth, Long Nose Pliers and my zippo and no one go near that body"said David as he slide down the wall leaving blood on it

"We gotta get that broken blade out of him... now." said a Bruce who was one of the many Bruces that seemed to had flocked to the pub once they heard of the fight.

He had a back with him... with the equipment that was needed. He was doctor...

Taking off the vest he administered local aneasthetic to the area swabbed it down with antiseptic. pulling out specially designed doctors tweezers,pliers he grabbed a hold of the broken blade and started to ease it away.

All the time talking to David and telling him what was going on and that he'd be alright. Once the blade was out he sterilised the area once more before putting on a bandage tight on the area, both to keep the wound closed so it can heal and to add a layer keeping nasties from entering the wound.

Bruce, th minister of Sports and Rec would find himself in the pub watching all this, in some of his own clothes. He thought it better to give the Dame some time but now perhaps it was time to see how she was going. He started to walk up the stairs towards her room, he knocked on the door.

"Andrea... It's Bruce.... Can I come in?"

"they'er hitting us all over the place"yelled someone as Mortars shells land
Muzzle flash lit up the night all along the lines
"arrrrrarrrrr"
"here cames the troops"yelled someone as he open up with his gun as the night sky lit up by flares

"David ,David"said both girls kneeling next to him

"hold the line"yelled David to man around him as he bash a head in with his rifle butt
"there's too many of them" said someone as it starts to rain
"vith them all"someone yelled as the fall of Mortars started up again

"These are the things I can do without"David said to himself as artillery shells now rain down along with the rain as the battle for hill 215 gets more bitter and unpleasant for those on it

"wake up David"said Tasha holding his hand

"one of you get on that bloody M240 "yelled David as he thrust his bayonet into a Enemy soldier as someone got on the M240 and open up with it cutting down a wave of new troops caming up the side
David jumps into a Foxhole and starts shooting his FN 56 (FN FAL)
" kill them all" David yelled to the Man around him as they fight for they'er lives (add to background Jimi Hendrix All Along The Watchtower)

Tasha and Cindy both lay next to David fast to sleep when the ten Man that came from the plane that land at the airport came into the bar and start going over the scene

"shit some fight"said one
"just get that body in the bag and get the mess cleaned up"said the one who look as he was in command of them

"sir we hit pay dirt"said one the man walking from the body and handing a small book to the Commander

"i say we have but it has to be decoded back at HQ"said the Commander after a quick look of the book

Dave just laughed... "I'm just here clearing this garbage out... I don't have anything that would be able to help you unless you want to use some of this stuff to 'hide your shame'." after a pause he continued "No, didn't think so... I wouldn't either." Dave said... keeping in tune with the 'character' that he had set up... As eccentric as all hell but a good guy despite his eccentricities.

Though he was internally wondering if they'd realise that there was a back way into the place... a back way that he just happened to have a key for.

Mr. Ehsan had stayed out of the way, and smiled politely as events had transpired. He was far more eager to learn what 'David' knew about the Klatchian President than anything going on.

"While indeed our core business is dealing with garbage in all it's forms a nice little... side venture.. we have is in gaining information. I can on behalf of another entity enter into a contract where we seek the information you want. Of course this all highly confidential. Keeping information to yourself... the only way to ensure that we won't get it. What do you say, an agreement?"

The alley was now bare apart from the Vaadian and David (as well as the rubbish pile). David stared expectingly at the Vaadian hoping that he would take up his offer.

the body load into the back of a truck and mess cleaned up two metal box are carryed in and place next to the bar

"for the Colonel"said one of the man then walks back out to the track gets in then they leave heading back to the airport

David wakes up to his phone going off
"hello"said David into
"what when" "shit ok caming back"said David as he hungs up
"you two wake up"said David to the girls
"err why"ask Tasha
"we'er at war "said David as he changes
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All three pack and load the jeep that was left by the troops that came before

"here this cover our bill sorry we must go but we are at war"said David as he leaves a pile of USD on the bar before getting into the jeep driving back to the airport then on to the waiting C-5 GALAXY then it takes off

OOC they be back

"While indeed our core business is dealing with garbage in all it's forms a nice little... side venture.. we have is in gaining information. I can on behalf of another entity enter into a contract where we seek the information you want. Of course this all highly confidential. Keeping information to yourself... the only way to ensure that we won't get it. What do you say, an agreement?"

The alley was now bare apart from the Vaadian and David (as well as the rubbish pile). David stared expectingly at the Vaadian hoping that he would take up his offer.

"Seek information? I thought you said you had information? I am not in the habit of hiring spies, I will take information that is given freely and out of concern for the Klatch, but I paying for it is not something I'd entertain."

He looked sternly at David "Normally when you pay someone to tell you something, they tell you what you've paid to hear, whether it is factual or not."

"Oh, I don't have the information here..." he laughed "But... I do have the information you seek... It's just a matter of... sorting the rubbish." He laughed once again at his own joke one that the Vaadian could have easily missed.

"Well, if you don't want to pay... well our business is concluded but if you, or your government, change your mind then you know where to find me.
Excuse me I have some garbage to collect..." David said before picking up a shovel that he had left nearby and started to move it into a truck that was parked around the back of the building just out of sight.

To Shielas and Bruces Minister of Tourism

this is a letter to let you know that David ,Tasha and Cindy Scott and Family will heading to your fine Nation after many years of our last stay for a new holiday.

we be flying in two days times in a Airfocre C-5 Galaxy and be bring our own transport

from
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Bruce was said to see David and Tasha or Dave and Tash as they had come to be known, however the saddest person was Bruce, Minister of Sports and Recreation. Andrea had to be recalled back and the new Llogeyer ambassador was no fun at all.

But to hear that David and Tasha were coming back that was great news. Not that there would be anything special, just that there would be able to have some proper fun.

They had played a major part in the incident that would go down in Shielas and Bruces History as the "5-Minute War" and it would be something that no one would forget as long as they would remain alive.

Galaxy landed safely and taxied to a spot given to the pilot so they can unload

"right we load the gear then unload the Jeeps "said David to one of the crew as the nose went up and ramp lowered
"yes sir"said the Man as he falls in behind David

hour later at the side stairs a Timber Wolf and German shepherd both walk down them in front of Tasha as she walks down it to the tarmac to wait for David

Tasha pats the Wolf and the German shepherd as she watchs a Cherokee and then a Wrangler be off loaded
"stay" Tasha said to them as she walks over to the Wrangle
"hey babe"said David as Tasha got to it

"all set"ask Tasha
"yup just wait and see whos greeting us now"said David as he gets out
"ok"said Tasha as David place a arm around her

"still asleep"ask David as he hugs her with the arm
"they are"said Tasha as she hugs him with both arms
"lets go back inside"said David

"here "said Tasha as she and David head up the stairs with his arm around her
The wolf and the german get up and run up the stairs after them

after pulling up at the pub they stayed at along David gets out of the Wrangler
"Thor,Raiden out"said David to the Wolf and German as he gets out as Tasha and Cindy pulls up in the Cherokee

"out you get"said David opening one of the back doors to the Cherokee and leaning in to help someone out

OOC: sorry for not replying before...
IC:

"Hi, Dave." said a random Bruce passing by, his faced looked familiar but he was never properly introduced before. The sight of the Cherokee's had attacted some of the motorheads and were admiring it from afar.

*insert jargon filled conversation about the Cherokee and it's performance by 3 Bruces and 2 Sheilas, that is almost incomprehensible if you don't know the lingo.*

The pub looked almost exactly as it did when they had visited those few years ago.

OOC: sorry for not replying before...
IC:

"Hi, Dave." said a random Bruce passing by, his faced looked familiar but he was never properly introduced before. The sight of the Cherokee's had attacted some of the motorheads and were admiring it from afar.

*insert jargon filled conversation about the Cherokee and it's performance by 3 Bruces and 2 Sheilas, that is almost incomprehensible if you don't know the lingo.*

The pub looked almost exactly as it did when they had visited those few years ago.

"hi"said David as he place a two year girl next to the Cherokee then leans back in, to pull out a boy of the same age as Cindy walks around from the side with another two year old boy and girl holding her hands

"stop pulling mommys skirt"said Cindy to the girl
"yes we don't want what happen last time"said Tasha as she picks up the girl that Cindy was talking too

"lucky i had knickers on and yes i do you"said Cindy as she looks at David who had a smilie on his face
OOC Cindy
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/eb/Cindy2.jpg

The bar was full of activity, people going in and out at frequent intevals, some where going their to get drunk, some where going there to spend time with friends and get drunk, somewhere going there to conduct business and get drunk, well you get the idea.

For whatever reasons they were the the Brucians where there to get drunk. When the Imperials entered they would find the pub bustling with activity, very suprising considering it's size and just how many people there were in the near vicinity.

"busy"said Cindy as she walks in carrying two of the Kids
"yes like the last time we were here"said Tasha carrying the other Two
"mm" David as he lets the door that he was holding close

"Bruce four apple juice"ask Tasha to the Barman as she sits the Kids that she was carrying on the stools next to the other two that Cindy had seated and sits herself
"can tell you this place not a soldier soldier drinking hole like the one back home i work at "said Cindy now seat like Tasha
"it's not but it's a nice place"said Tasha
David place a hand on a shoulder of both girls which both leans on

"Here you go four Apple Juices" a few bob exchange hands after the Apple juices.

"Good to see you back again Tasha, and I presume this is Cindy? What can I do for you too Sheilas today?"

"Here you go four Apple Juices" a few bob exchange hands after the Apple juices.

"Good to see you back again Tasha, and I presume this is Cindy? What can I do for you too Sheilas today?"

"yes that's me"said Cindy as she place straws in the glass's so the kid's can drink
"two room's Bruce if it's free can we have the one we strayed in last time and one room for the little one's"said Tasha with a smilie

Tasha then turns to David still standing behind them with his FN Dragon rifle slug over his shoulder , his Dragoon Combat Pistol in the thigh holster, 43cms bayonet and the kinife that was used in the fight at so long ago on his webbing

"mother called and had a go at me at the way i dress"said Tasha
"an"said David
"she said i'm a mother now and should not dress in hot sexy outfits"said Tasha who like Cindy was dress like what she just said
"pff does not matter how you look your still been a good mother"said David as he pat his Wolf
"i told her i can still look good and take care of her grandkids and hunging up on her"said Tasha

"mm you think she leave you alone after hearing what you and Cindy did to those Helghan Spec ops "said David then place a toothpick in his mouth
"they got what they deserved for threatening us and the babys"said Tasha

OOC Dragoon is the P270A-M3 Diablo Combat Pistol that i bought
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529968

The barman smiled, "I think I have the keys right here, oh and congratulations, when where they born? If you have any questions just ask and I had a gun locker installed in the room, thinking you'd be back.. some day."

He went and foraged under his desk for 2 sets of keys

"Here you go. I take it the wedding went well?"

The barman smiled, "I think I have the keys right here, oh and congratulations, when where they born? If you have any questions just ask and I had a gun locker installed in the room, thinking you'd be back.. some day."

He went and foraged under his desk for 2 sets of keys

"Here you go. I take it the wedding went well?"

"nine month and a day after we left here and thanks for the locker"said Tasha as David take's the keys and she and Cindy lifted the Kids off the stools

"wedding went well not really we had a lot of bombs fall on top of us and i miss seeing my kids been born"said David with a sad tone to his voices at the last part of what he said

"Heh, that's great, well not about the wedding and missing your kids birth but still, so... the.. uh.. event took place here? We might have a little Bruce or Sheila?" he asked looking at the kids smiling, making a funny a face, before returning his attention back David, Tasha and Cindy.

"Yeah, your rooms are ready just head up there. Just Hollar if you wan' somethin'."

"Heh, that's great, well not about the wedding and missing your kids birth but still, so... the.. uh.. event took place here? We might have a little Bruce or Sheila?" he asked looking at the kids smiling, making a funny a face, before returning his attention back David, Tasha and Cindy.

"Yeah, your rooms are ready just head up there. Just Hollar if you wan' somethin'."

"thank you"said Tasha as Cindy place a hand on David Face

"you were doing your duty fighting to save our home so the kids would have a place to grow up in"said Cindy as she rub his face with the hand

David looks at her, then Tasha ,then the Kid he help madew,then the Barman

"the deed was done here of the nigth of the ending of unfinished business, and congratulations when you do " said David before handing the keys to Cindy and going out the door to get the bags with his Wolf behind him

"let go open them up"said Cindy taking the hands of two kids
"Raiden lets go"said Tasha to her Dog as she takes the hand of the other two

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"is what's left of my human side slowly changing in me "ask David to Thor who was watching him
"woof"said Thor
"yur that was sillly"said David as he gets the bags out of the Wrangler

"you know the old saying of don't get in between a mother Wolf and her pups does fit those two"said David as he talks to Thor and thinking on the report he read

"They're a strange lot really," mused the Barman to himself while pouring a drink for another patron. Who had just asked about David, apparently he didn't know anything about him and had asked the Barman.

"Dave and his wife Tasha were here during the five minute war. He helped us out during it."

David dose two trips to take the bags to the rooms and now was sitting at the bar with a file laying on the bar in front of him open with only one bit of paper in it

"a Knight me"said David as he just looks at it