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As Prince William Kennedy of the Principality of Wilhelmsborough looked out onto the city of Algiers from his window in the Kasbah, there was only one word to describe his expression: euphoric.

With the fall of the Hatarian Empire, and Wilhelmsborough’s conquest of Cuba and Algeria, the city of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil, and the enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla in Morocco, the Principality had more than doubled, perhaps tripled, its holdings in the world.

For a long time the Hatarian Empire had plagued the world with its presence. Their imperialism, ridiculous technologies, and bizarre, poorly worded declarations were well known in the world. Hataria was a dangerous, unpredictable nation with very few allies in the world. They were known for going to war at the drop of a hat, without any prior warning.

Whenever the Empire had gone to war, nations from around the world would rush to stop them. They would drive the military back, and mercilessly bomb the nation into the ground. But for whatever reason, none of the nations had been able to deliver the killing blow. Like some kind of malignant virus, Hataria always seemed to rebound. The world soon realized that although the Hatarian Empire was a foolish, and deadly presence, it was extremely hard to kill.

But something happened. The Hatarian Empire had reached the end of its luck. Their leader, Empress Neherenia had overstepped her bounds for the last time by suddenly declaring war on Empire of Demon 666. Now she was dead, her supporters captured or killed, and the entire Imperial Republic completely destroyed. Its downfall was quite remarkable to say the least, and sure to be the subject of scholarly debates for centuries to come.

As more nations joined the side of Allies, situation had turned against the Imperial Republic. The first blow came when they lost a total of eight fleets at the Battle of Bayport. Grand General Asuka, the leader of the invasion, had been captured, as were her bodyguards.

The second blow came when Axis Nova, Hataria's long-time ally, suddenly abandoned the war, leaving the Imperial Republic almost completely alone. Hatarian morale quickly plummeted, something that the allies quickly capitalized on. Under these conditions, the Hatarian Empire all but folded like a house of cards.

The Empire of Demon 666, swept down from Manchuria into the city of Beijing, devastating all resistance under a tidal wave of soldiers, tanks, and aircraft. Hong Kong was taken in a separate amphibious assault. The cities of Canton, Tsingtao, Nanjing and Shanghai all fell with little fighting. As of now, the Demonic Empire now controlled the entire eastern coast of China.

Western China had fallen to the combined forces of Atopiana and Skgorria, who invaded from Mongolia. All of inland China was added to their great empire, including the Provinces of Sinkiang, Tibet, Tsinghai, Kansu, Sikang, Yunnan, Ningxia Hui, and the western section of the Mongolian Inner Autonomous Region.

Even the Principality of Siriusa, a relatively small nation, was able to sweep aside the Hatarian military in Spain and claim that colony, as well as the Canary and Balearic Island chains, as their own.

But as to the Principality of Wilhelmsborough itself…

When Armada One, and the 4th and 5th Fleets arrived at Bayport, they discovered that the Hatarian fleets and their crews had already surrendered. With their presence no longer needed, they sailed back to the Atlantic and launched an attack on Hataria’s territories. Armada One attacked Brazil, the 4th Fleet attacked Cuba, and the 5th Fleet went for Algeria.

As Rio de Janeiro was undefended, the 2300 ships of Armada One quickly took the waters surrounding the city. 300 Frogman Marines were killed however, in the push to secure the city itself. But in the end, it fell to the Principality,

The battle for Cuba however, was much harder to accomplish. The 4th Fleet had defeated the Cuban navy, but only at the cost of 4 Seawolf-class submarines, 13 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Sub Escort Frigates, and 2 Kirov-class Battlecruisers. A single Nimitz-class Aircraft carrier was destroyed as the Hatarians launched one last desperate missile volley against the fleet. Aircraft losses included 107 Su-47 Golden Eagles, 63 S-3 Vikings, 24 Blackhawks, 13 Apaches, and 16 Super Cobras.

The 4th Army had lost 975 soldiers, 117 Long Range Acoustic Devices, 203 Active Denial Systems, 24 Abrams Tanks, 50 9k58 Smerch’s, 300 Avengers, 220 M998 HMMWV Humvees, and 12 URAL-43206 Cargo Trucks. It was a long and bloody battle, the bloodiest in the history of the Principality. But in the end, the 4th Army prevailed, and Cuba was taken for Wilhelmsborough.

Meanwhile, the 5th Fleet went to work on the city of Algiers, capital of Hatarian Algeria. The fight for the city proved to be the most explosive naval battle in Principality history. While no carriers or battleships were lost in the fighting, the 5th Fleet did lose 17 Kirov-class Battlecruisers, 15 Slava-class Heavy Missile Cruisers, 20 Arleigh Burke-class Guided Missile Destroyers, 26 Horizon-class Anti-Aircraft Frigates, 40 Oliver Hazard Perry-class Anti-Submarine Escort Frigates, and 49 Seawolf-class Attack Submarines. Aircraft losses were 123 Su-47s, a single F/A-35 Talon, 64 S-3 Vikings, 7 Chinooks, 33 Blackhawks, 45 Super Cobras, and 21 Apaches.

Despite the heavy losses, the 5th Fleet’s Victory led to the complete destruction of the Hatarian Mediterranean fleet. The Hatarian Army, seeing the destruction of the navy, combined with reports of Hatarian territories falling all over the world, quickly surrendered to the Principality. Algeria had been spared from destruction.
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Prince William looked out upon the city. His city. The sky was clear and the sun was shining. The Arm and Saber banners surrounding the Prince’s window fluttered lightly in the warm Mediterranean breeze.

Out in the bay, salvage crews were hard at work raising sunken or capsized ships from the water.

As Principality troops stormed the streets of Havana, Algiers, and Rio de Janeiro, they tore down the sun disk banners of the old regime and raised the Arm and Saber in their place.

All across Principality-held lands, the images of the old regime were being destroyed. Flags were burned. Portraits were smashed. Even the solid gold statue of Empress Neherenia in the middle of Algiers had been toppled. At this very moment, it was being melted down. When this was completed, the gold would be sold to computer production facilities and used to make connectors for electronics cables.

Prince William grinned. By conquering the former Hatarian holdings of Cuba, Algeria, Rio de Janeiro, and the enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla in Morocco, the Principality of Wilhelmsborough could now be counted as a true world power.

The Prince grinned harder. Wilhelmsborough had started out as an isolated piece of land in the Black Sea. But now, nearly 10 years later, its power had spread around the world. And with the destruction of the great Hatarian Empire, new lands had been incorporated into the fold.

But it wasn’t just land. It was also people. 2.1 Billion people. 2.1 Billion former members of one of the most hated and despised nations on the planet. Prince William’s mind raced with the possibilities of what he could do with such manpower. Per Capita, 2.1 Billion people could provide a potential budget of over $49,763,700,000,000. The Principality of Wilhelmsborough could take a tax break, and support its programs with taxes from the conquered territories.

There were, however, more important matters to deal with. Specifically, what to do with the new territorial acquisitions…

Prince William turned his gaze downwards. There, in the square below, stood thousands of Hatarian citizens. They had been ordered here by the Prince himself to listen to the speech that he was about to give.

It wasn’t just this small group of Algerians who were watching the speech, however. Television crews were broadcasting the speech around the world. People from across the defeated Hatarian lands were ordered to watch, for the Prince’s speech would herald great change for all of them.

And so, they watched. They looked at their conqueror with beaten, and humiliated eyes, and wondered just what kind of hell they had gotten themselves into.

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OOC: The speech will come in the next post.

OOC: Vulture.

OOC: Vulture.

OOC:

Maybe so, but he's a wise vulture. By taking his fallen enemy's old possessions, he has bettered his nation with low losses in comparison to what he otherwise might have endured.

In his place, you might well do the same. I might do the same.

OOC:

Maybe so, but he's a wise vulture. By taking his fallen enemy's old possessions, he has bettered his nation with low losses in comparison to what he otherwise might have endured.

In his place, you might well do the same. I might do the same.

OOC: No, I wouldn't, because I don't try to godmod what happens to other people's property.

OOC: No, I wouldn't, because I don't try to godmod what happens to other people's property.

OOC:

I was speaking in general terms, not regarding his exact methods. In any case, if he has truly done wrong, he'll most likely pay in time.

Prince William looked down at the Hatarians with a stern disapproving gaze. The Hatarians looked at him with the empty-headed expression of a cow. Already, the Prince hated them. He knew what kind of people these Hatarians were. They were a stupid, servile, weak-willed people, never complaining and always willing to please. It was no wonder that Empress Neherenia and those who ruled before her were able to drag them down.

He thanked God that his own people back in Wilhelmsborough weren’t like that. The citizenry of Wilhelmsborough regularly complained about the government, holding protests and denouncing the Prince’s rule. Although Prince William’s power was absolute, he allowed his people the freedom to speak ill of him. His were an intelligent and educated group of people and they deserved the right to say that they didn’t like what the government was doing. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

But could he change the way that these Hatarians thought?

‘Citizens of Hataria,’ he began. ‘It is my duty to announce that the Imperial Republic of Hataria no longer exists. Empress Neherenia is dead. Her ministers have been killed or captured. The Royal family has been killed, captured, or driven into hiding. The authority that once flowed from Tangalee no longer exists.’

The Prince leaned forward on his podium. ‘The Hatarian Empire, as you know it, is dead. It’s gone and it will never return.’

Nobody in the crowd said a word. There was no sound, save for a couple old women sobbing into their handkerchiefs.

Prince William continued. ‘The Principality of Wilhelmsborough is in charge here now. And I, Prince William Kennedy, am the new Sovereign. Power will flow not from Tangalee, but from Yalta in the Crimean Peninsula.’

The Prince paused and looked out at the multitude of people before him. Though the Prince was only 29 years of age, his face had a severe look. His piercing critical stare made Hatarians look away uncomfortably.

Prince William continued. ‘None of you here today or watching from distant Hatarian lands are ignorant of what the world thinks of you. They see you as ignorant, stupid peons. Lower than low. Not worth the air you breathe. They say that you should dragged out in the streets, lined up, and SHOT!’

The Hatarian people jumped back in terror. Clearly they weren’t used to dealing with this kind of harshness in public speaking.

‘I too have given thought to the total eradication of the Hatarian people,’ said Prince William. ‘After all, if the leadership is bad, what about the people who support it?’ The Prince leaned forward, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. ‘And believe me, I know that you have supported Neherenia’s decisions in the past. I’ve seen the footage. Hatarian citizens dancing in the streets as the leadership calls for the total destruction of enemies.’

The wicked smile finally broke through. ‘And when I see such sights it makes me want to wipe you all out as well!!’

The people gasped and looked around in abject horror. They were starting to panic.

Prince William’s wicked expression turned to one of calm tranquility. ‘However I’m not going to do that.’

The Hatarians stopped panicking and looked up at the Prince as if they didn’t believe what he had just said.

The Prince repeated himself. ‘I will never commit my forces to the genocide of the Hatarian people,’ he said. ‘There is no justification for genocide. None at all.’

A great wave of relief passed through the crowd.

The Prince smiled down at them. ‘I believe that there is potential for you to become a strong and intelligent people,’ he declared. ‘I believe that with time, Hatarians can become respected in this world. That they can be treated as equals, and not harassed wherever they go, forced to justify the insane policies of their leaders!’

There was a scattered applause from the crowd. But it quickly passed.

The Prince began to orate wildly now. ‘I believe that Hataria can become an economic power, its citizenry prosperous. I believe that the government can be beneficial force for the people. I believe that we can build up a military that will be respected, and not treated as the laughingstock of the world!’

There was greater and longer applause this time. The Prince’s oration was having an effect.

‘But in order for Hataria to achieve these goals, there’s are going to have to be some changes around here.’

The people stopped applauding and looked at each other with worried expressions. Changes? What kind of changes?
‘There are going to be a great many changes taking place around here. Important changes! There will be no more imperialist expansions, or threatening of neighboring countries! There will be no more vanity weapons inspired by film or, God help us, anime. And we will not implement any expensive and unfeasible technologies!’

‘Under my reign, you people will receive new political and social freedoms that you never experienced under Neherenia! Under my reign, I will rebuild these destroyed lands into an economic powerhouse!’

Cheering and applause swept through the audience. With each declaration that Prince William made, the applause grew even louder. The Prince grinned at the crowd. They were completely swept up in his speech. Now it was time to take it home.

‘Under my reign, the Hatarian remnants shall join with Wilhelmsborough to form a single unified nation! This nation shall henceforth be known as the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire! And as of this moment, I, William Kennedy hereby declare myself the sovereign of Hataria. Within the Principality, I will still be Prince. But here, I will be known as Emperor!’

That did it. A roar of approval raced through the thousands of Hatarians below in the square.

The Prince raised his outstretched arms. The audience whipped itself into a frenzy as they got higher.

‘And under my leadership, I will make the Hatarian remnants respectable once more! Now then! Let’s get to work!’

The Prince turned and walked back into the Kasbah. He had done it. He had gained the approval of the people. That was the easy part. Now he had to keep it.

He sank into a comfy chair and grabbed a beer from a mini-fridge. There was a lot of work to do. But he would get to it with time.

Soon after Prince William declared himself Emperor and announced the creation of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire, Principality forces got to work to rebuild the shattered lands.

The 1st Carrier Group, under Admiral Howard Davis' command, was sent to Rio de Janeiro to relieve Armada One. When the carrier group had taken up residence in the Brazilian city, Armada One sailed to the Azores. The vast majority of the 2,300-strong Armada was not needed for combat, but their support ships definately were.

All 700 support ships, which were comprised of one hundred and fifty Wave-class Royal Fleet Auxiliary Large Fleet Tankers, two hundred and fifty T-AKR 310-class Fast Strategic Sealift Ships, and three hundred AOE 6 Supply-class Fast Combat Support Ships, were given a new task: delivering medical and economic aid to Cuba, which had been devestated in the fighting.

The support ships were loaded with thousands upon thousands of tons of supplies, including, food, water, fuel, power generators, clothing, medical supplies, building materials, and an unspeakable number of other important things. When this was completed, the supply ships set out towards Cuba. A large air and submarine defense provided escort.

Meanwhile, Prince/Emperor William was setting up an economic aid plan for the Hatarian remnants. Under the plan, 800 Billion dollars would be funneled into rebuilding the former Hatarian colonies, focusing on infostructure, agriculture, technology and heavy industry, primarily in the fields of ship building and the refining of Hempseed Oil.

During their move to claim Hatarian assets, they had gained control of the remaining weapon satellites. There were a total of 127 of these Godrod satellites still in operation. The military command was adament to make sure that they stayed in Principality hands, so they turned control of the satellites over to The Abyss.

Message to the World

During this period of rebuilding, we have to make decisions about what we wish to keep and what we wish to dispose of. We have decided that all remaining Hatarian military hardware will be strapped. This includes, tanks, ships, guns, and planes, but only those that are Hatarian in design. There are several F/A-18 Hornets and B-52 Bombers among other commonly used military craft, but we will keep these.

The value of all this scrapped military hardware is estimated to be worth a total of $2.5 Trillion dollars. We hereby invite companies from around the world to come and take it off our hands.

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OOC: This doesn't include weapons satellites

OOC: Yeah, after further reading this, I'm definitely ignoring it.

OOC: Yeah, after further reading this, I'm definitely ignoring it.

Fine by me. It's a rebuilding thread.

The funneling of supplies into the rebuilding of Cuba was going smoothly. Supply ships were docking and unloading supplies around the clock. Even more supplies were being airlifted in via C-5 Galaxies and C-17 Globemasters from the Azores.

To better defend the new territories, The 3rd and 4th Carrier Groups were brought out of reserve and were sent to Cuba in their new roles as guardians of Havana and Guantanamo Bay respectedly.

Meanwhile in Algeria, the salvage operation going on in the Algiers Harbor was progressing well. An estimated 40% of all sunken ships had been raised and brought to shore. There, the dead crewman, both Wilhelmsboroughian and Hatarian, would be taken out, and the ships stripped of important components before they were scrapped.

All those who had died, be they Hatarian or Wilhelmsboroughian, would be given a proper military burial. An unusual show of respect for a force that was so dispised in the world.

Further inland, in the Saharan desert region, architects from the Principality were making plans for the construction of hundreds of geodesic domes, each of which would be 400 meters in diameter. Industrial hemp would be grown within these domes, which would be used to supply the Empire with fuel.

Of course, growing crops requires water, which is severely lacking in a desert. That is why the architects included the construction of pipelines into their plans. These pipelines would bring water in from the north. It would be pumped out the water and desalinized at the desalination plant, which was also in its planning stages. From the plant, the water would be pumped directly to the geodesic domes.

Pumping and desalizing water requires a lot of power however. That was why a second group of planners were looking to build a couple of Nuclear Power Plants. As Hempseed Oil was only for vehicles, the Nuclear Power Plants would be used to power homes and buildings.

All this new construction was sure to pump a great deal of money into the economy, not to mention provide jobs to millions of Hatarian citizens. Emperor William knew that if there was one thing that could erase a defeated nation's anger towards the victorious nation: Economic growth and stability.

It worked in Germany after World War II, and now the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire was going to try it here.

As sunken Hatarian warships were being brought to shore to be stripped down and scrapped, an unusual thing was happening. Hatarian companies were purchasing the metals and using them for reconstruction efforts and other civilian needs. Smelting plants were working around the clock. The titanium belts of the Hatarian warships were being melted down and turned into surgical instruments, construction materials, as well as being set aside for use in the future desalination plant that was in its planning stages.

The new Empire had originally planned to sell the scrapped ships to foreign nations to make a profit, but it would seem that the Hatarians needed these materials more than the rest of the world did. Apparently, Empress Neherenia's military build-ups had caused a significant drain on resources in the colonies. But now that Wilhelmsborough was in charge, a rapid demilitarization was going on and power would be shifting from military to an economic power.

Meanwhile in Cuba, the delivery of supplies was picking up. The first of the new HTS-02C "Ouroboros" Super-heavyweight Air Transports that Wilhelmsborough purchased had finally arrived. Each of these goliath vehicles were loaded up with 26,700 tons of supplies for the restoration of Cuba. A complex delivery network ensured that all the supplies were properly distributed around the island.

One month had passed since Wilhelmsborough and Co. had destroyed the Imperial Republic of Hataria and annexed its colonies into their respective holdings.

The rebuilding of Cuba was going very well. A constant flow of supplies to the island insured that the people recieved enough food and water, as well as shelter and proper medical aid. The basic infostructure was nearly restored to its pre-war levels, and now farmers were starting to regrow crops. This was good, for it meant that Cuba would be able to provide for its own sustainence.

Meanwhile in Rio de Janeiro, the superficial damage that had been caused in Armada One's assault had finally been cleaned up. Broken windows, totaled vehicles, and damaged infostructure had all been repaired or replaced. The bodies had been buried and the bullet holes had been covered up. By all accounts, Rio was back to its pre-war conditions, minus any and all images of Empress Neherenia's rule. Now the Arm and Saber flew high over the Palácio Guanabara, while a similar banner hung down between the columns.

By all accounts, the rebuilding of the Hatarian colonies was progressing well. Unfortunately, nothing can be truly perfect, especially when there are humans involved.

Friday, May 11. Downtown Algiers.

The people were going about business as usual. Or as usual as one could get considering that your lands had been taken over by another country.

Businessmen were walking down the streets, chatting on cellphones. Buses, taxis and civilian vehicles clogged up the streets. It was after twelve, so people were eating lunch outside small cafes.

But then, something started to happen. A group of people ran out into the streets blocking the flow of oncoming traffic. Drivers honked their horns and shouted at these people to get the hell out of the way. But they only threw rocks and bricks. Some drivers got out of their cars and went to confront these people, but they only knocked them down on the ground and started kicking and stomping the helpless civilians.

The people started backing away from this scene. And then-someone threw a petrol bomb into the rows of backed up cars...

The incredible explosion blasted cars into the air and sent debris flying into storefront windows, smashing the glass and destroying whatever have been displayed. The people panicked and started running away in terror. A riot had started.

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Jacob Bradley, head of the new Riot Police squad, looked out upon the scene with absolute disgust and revulsion. Two hours had passed since the rioting had begun. And now it had spread across 5 city blocks. There were estimated to be at least 900 people raising hell out there, smashing windows, setting fire to cars, and pillaging apartments and storefronts.

Now the rioting was in danger of spreading further. Which was why Bradley's Riot Police unit had been called out. Their mission: contain the rioting and bring it to an end.

Riot Police were already spread out across city blocks to prevent the rioters from spreading any further. But it didn't seem like the protesters were getting the picture. At this very moment, a whole group were starting to approach Jacob Bradley and his forces.

Bradley pulled out his megaphone. "ATTENTION CITIZENS. CEASE YOUR VIOLENCE IMMEDIATELY."

His demands were met with a hale of rocks, rotten fruit, and strangly, broken manican parts. The riot police raised their shields to block the projectiles.

"Long live the Imperial Republic!" shouted one of the rioters. "Death to the false emperor!" shouted another.

Bradley gritted his teeth. These rioters-no-these down-syndrome chimpanzees-were bad-mouthing Emperor/Prince William. If it had come from foreigners of any other nation, Bradley might have ignored it.

But these were Hatarians. A stupid, ignorent people with a taste for war. They did things without considering the consequences of their actions. As far as Bradley was concerned, they needed to be taught a lesson.

He raised the megaphone again. "ATTENTION RIOTERS! DISPERSE IMMEDIATELY OR I ASSURE YOU THAT WE WILL NOT HESITATE TO USE-"

Bradley was cut off as the advancing protestors began throwing everything that they could get their hands on. The line of riot police were being inundated with debris and breaks in the line were beginning to form.

The Hatarians saw these breaks in the line and they started laughing. Laughing and advancing even closer to the line.

Jacob Bradley was known for staying cool under fire. But when he saw those Hatarians scoffing and chortling at their effort to keep the peace, that was when Bradley had enough.

'All right,' he said, his voice seething with anger. 'That's it.'

He turned around and signaled for three Humvees to come forward. One was carrying a Long Range Acoustic Device. The other two were carrying Active Denial Systems.

When the riot police saw these vehicles approaching, they knew what was going to happen. They quickly broke the line and rushed to get behind the vehicles as fast as they could.

The Hatarian rioters, seeing the riot police fall back, believed that their numbers were driving them off. With a surge of invincibility they rushed towards the vehicles with wicked glee.

But Jacob Bradley, the commanding officer, did not move. He did not panic. He simply turned to the drivers and shouted his command.

"NO MERCY!" he shouted. "LET 'EM HAVE IT!"

Immediately The Long Range Acoustic Device let loose a high-pitched screaming tone of 150 dBSPLs out towards the rioters.

Instantly, the expression on the rioter's faces changed from gleeful chortling, to horrified contortions of agony and horror. They dropped down to the ground screaming in pain, clutching their ears as blood poured out of their now-exploded ear-drums.

"ADVANCE!" Bradley shouted.

The riot police surged forward, tazers and stun batons at the ready. Now it was their turn to have fun. They kicked and knocked down the Hatarians, who despite their now permanent hearing-loss, were trying to stand up again. They were beaten, cuffed, and dragged to awaiting paddy wagons.

But the riot police weren't through yet. A new group of Hatarians, who had just rounded the corner, saw the Wilhelmsborough riot squad and the incredible beating they were laying on the deafened rioters.

Enraged at the treatment of their fellow Hatarians, the rioters rushed head-long towards the police.

Bradley saw this and gave another signal. The riot police fell back and got behind...the two Active Denial Systems.

If the advancing Hatarians had been paying attention, they all might have noticed a prickling sensation in their skin. Within 3 seconds however, this prickling feeling has been replaced by the full-blown sensation of burning. Their nerves were on FIRE!

The rioters stopped advancing toward the duel microwave emittors, and ran back in the other direction.

The riot police cheered as the Hatarians retreated. Even Jacob Bradley couldn't resist a grin. And then he was back to business.

"WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?" he shouted towards his squad. "CHASE THE BASTARDS DOWN!"

That was all it took. The Active Denial Systems raced forward with a squad of riot police following behind.

All over riot-afflicted areas, similar incidents were going doing. LRADs and ASC's worked as a tag-team to drive the Hatarian rioters back. Quickly the police gained ground as the protesters were corralled down the streets, steps and sidewalks, and into...an open public square.

Bradley's squad had the rioters right where they wanted them. Now they were completely surrounded by Active Denial Systems, who used their 95 GHz of electromagnetic radiation to drive the Hatarians further into one big group.

And then...all of a sudden, the ADS's were turned off. But relief from the burning was short-lived as squad after squad of riot police stormed past the Humvees and charged the Hatarians, their batons raised high in the air.

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By the time it was over, 7 protesters and 2 Riot Police were dead, and over 400 were wounded. 200 of these people had had their eardrums blown out and many more suffered injuries from the riot clubs and the microwaves.

A total of 930 people were arrested, but not after causing an estimated $40 million dollars in damages. They will be compensated by their respective insurence companies.

Tangalee, Hataria

What The self-crown Emperor of The "Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire" forgot was that there was a Rival Emperor who was now ruleing The Colonies anymore, but was busy Rebuilding Hataria it self.

Emperor Barbarossa II heard The Reports of The Riot in Algiers and the aftermath. He was sicken by The Wilhelmsborough Government treating Hatarians that way.

So He Decided that The Hatarians in The Wilhelmsborough Controled Colonies should come back to Hataria. This 'Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire' was no better then Neherenia's Empire.

To: The Self Proclaimed 'Emperor' of The 'Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire'
From: Barbarossa II, Emperor and Lord Governer of The Empire of Hataria.

I Ask that you let The Hatarian Civilians still living in The Old Colonies that you Control be allowed to return to Hataria to live as it seems your 'Empire' is No Better then The Old Imperial Republic that Neherenia (For I Wish not to call her 'Empress') Ruled after my Mother, The Peaceful Empress Serena The Great, was Killed by Questers. If you find it in you heart to do so then please, let The Hatarians in your lands return to their homeland.

Official Response from the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

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"Take not thy Thunder from us but take away our Pride"

To: Barbarossa II, Emperor and Lord Governer of The Empire of Hataria
From: William Kennedy, Prince of Wilhelmsborough, Emperor of Hataria

You must be the new Hatarian Emperor that I've heard so much about. You seem to be a reasonable person, far better than Neherenia, who never thought twice about launching an invasion. All things considered, I'd much rather have you, a 12-year-old, sitting on the throne, than that succubus whose intelligence never seemed to pass that of a 12-year-old.

Now then, getting to your request that the colonies be returned to your leadership. I'm sorry lad, but I cannot do that. Yes, I am well aware that you have been taken your country in a new and promising direction, but the fact of the matter is that I cannot trust you to do what is right. Just look at the stock you come from.

The former empress was a bloodthirsty, uncompromising warmonger who would attack countries simply for giving their moral support to nations to which she was opposed. If there was ever a imperialist that existed in this world, it would have to be her. If there was ever a warmonger that lived, Neherenia would be that warmonger.

What I'm trying to say here son, is that there is a lesson which has to be learned. And that, Barbarossa, is what happens to imperialist countries which overstep their bounds and make more enemies than allies. In this case, the entire world came together, invaded your lands, killed your leaders, and left your nation stripped of its colonies, and its homeland reduced to the wretched state it is in now.

You were in no way responsible for the horrible state which your homeland is in right now. However, as ruler of Hataria, the burden of the past must fall upon you. I know that this is difficult for a 12-year-old to hear, but it has to be said: Hataria will forever carry the burden of Neherenia's actions for a long long time. Just like how Germany must forever carry the burden of Nazism, or how the town of Salem, Massachusetts must forever carry the burden of the Witch Trial hysteria.

This is the cross that you will have to bare, son. A terrible omnipresent burden that overshadows everything that you will do as Emperor. It is a sign that Hataria must learn from these mistakes if it wishes to survive. But more importantly, they must also learn to live with the consequences of these mistakes. To serve as a living reminder of what happens when a nation attempts to assert its power at the expense of the rest of the world.

If I were to give you back those lands, Barbarossa, then this lesson will never be learned.

I know that you are concerned about the state of your former subjects, especially after the riot that took place in Algiers. Believe me, I was disgusted when I heard about it. If you have a problem with the government, then go through the proper authorities in order to bring about a change! If you get crazy and violent, then nobody will ever take you, or your cause seriously, no matter how noble the intentions!

Also, I take offense to the suggestion that my new reign is no better than Neherenia's. I have been working very hard to build up the broken colonies to economic powerhouses and at the same time, provide humanitarian aid to all people who were affected by the fighting. Perhaps you have observed the flow of aid into Cuba. The island was torn apart by the fighting. But as a result of the humanitarian aid flowing into the island, we estimate that Cuba will be able to provide for its own basic sustainence within a year.

Emperor, do not take the events in Algiers to be an indication that I have been oppressing the Hatarian people. This is actually the first major act of violence that has taken place since we took control. But we in the Principality are considering this to be an isolated incident, as downtown Algiers was the only place affected by the rioting, and the rioting in question involved less than a thousand people. Certainly not a concensus indicating a desire for change.

But if you are worried about the people's political and civil rights, then allow me to placate your worries. In two years time, provided that reconstruction continues on schedule, I plan on introducing a series of Democratic reforms in order to give the Hatarians some measure of control over their affairs. Believe you me, Barbarossa, I have no intention of breaking the Hatarians to my will. I cannot even do that to the Wilhelmsborough people. They're extremely defensive of their rights, and more than willing to defend them by force of arms (there are many private gun owners in the Principality).

I hope that this letter thoroughly covers all the concerns which you raised. With that said, I must take my leave. Emperor Barbarossa, I wish you a peaceful and prosperous reign. May you rule wisely, but only as wisely as the other nations of the world see fit.

Finally, I have noticed that you are rebuilding your homeland. Perhaps I could send over a few thousand laborers, Hatarian if you prefer, to assist in the reconstruction efforts. If you like this idea, drop me a line and I'll have your reply within a day.

Signed,
William Kennedy, Sovereign.
Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

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General of the Air Force Salazar T. Sherman looked over the letter that William had written.

"Laborors for reconstruction?" he looked up at the Prince. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"

Emperor William grinned. "Think of it as a safety valve. Those who really want to live under the new emperor's regime can go to the Homeland to assist in the rebuilding, and then conveniently forget to come back."

OOC: He didn’t ask for the colonies back. Please reread his message again. He wants his people, the ones born in Hataria because they will be free in his nation over your nation.

And what other RL land do you own? I only want to know.

OOC: Who knows? Perhaps giving back his people might lead to a slippery slope that results in him asking for his colonies back.

And as for not reading his post correctly, I thought that the post was rather vague and ambiguous in its writing, so I addressed the matter of colonial ownership as that's a higher priority to me.

My territories are: The Crimean Peninsula, The former Rogue State of Machinist (Tubuai), The former Nation of OA Boy Scouts (Jaluit Atoll), the Azores island chain, New Caledonia, Isle of Pines, Loyalty, Belep, and Huon Islands, and the former Hatarian colonies of Algeria, Cuba, Rio de Janeiro, and the enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla in Morocco.

How about you, Trans? Where are your territories?

OOC: Still, he asked for his people back. If he wanted his colonies, he would have said it.

Here my RL stuff: Albania, Armenia, Austria, Azerbaijan, Bosnia & Herzegovina, Bulgaria, Croatia, Georgia [the country, not the state], Germany, Greece, Hungary, Italy, Jordan, Lebanon, Liechtenstein, Luxembourg, Macedonia, Malta, Moldova, Romania, San Marino, Serbia & Montenegro, Slovakia, Slovenia, Switzerland, Syria, Turkey, Ukraine, and Western Russia [Northwest Russia, Southwest Russia and Central West Russia].

And here are the colonies or territories of the United Dominion: Wolfe Island, the Angel Island chain, Wolfingrad [Wolf-in-grad] (Dominion controlled Kikko Island), the Dominionite Protectorate of Ravensburg [Raven’s-burg], Habrigberg [Hab-rig-breg] (Dominionite Protectorate of Sanduras), Wolfsburg [Wolf’s-burg] (Dominionite Protectorate of Rithman-naar), The Island of Seferus.

You can have control over the Crimean Peninsula, but I have the rest of Ukraine. Do you want me to message your Prince via my Caesar?

OOC: If we're neighbors, then communication is bound to happen. Go ahead.

OOC: I'ld like to get involved in this line of RP are there any real world locations left open for claim for my nation?... or...?

TO: Prince William Kennedy of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

Greetings from the United Dominion, you know what has been called the European superpower by a few people. Our two nation are neighbors in a few ways. You control the Crimean Peninsula and my Dominion controls the rest of Ukraine. We control the Black Sea in a couple of ways, you see.

But I’m not here to bully you. I’m here to talk about the last war and the outcome. There is a twelve year old boy that wants to see his people free. I would like to see them free, too. Right now, that twelve year old and his second Empire are part of the Dominion Commonwealth. I know you have hear of it, right?

Now, on to the main pints of this letter. I would like you to be the better man and allow all Hatarian born in their homeland to leave your colonies on their own will. Same thing about those within those lands that want to leave them. You can tell them to come to the United Dominion for transportation back to their homeland or allow them to leave on your airlines.

That said, we come to my next point. If you don’t want to allow them to leave, I’ll offer to paid for those territories in the name of the United Dominion and her Commonwealth. Mostly all of the former Hatarian territories, but I’ll offer to take the Crimean Peninsula join the rest of Ukraine together.

That said, we come to my next point. The Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire can become part of the Dominion Commonwealth, so I can keep a better eye on those Hatarians living within your Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire.

The first allows you to keep your lands. The second one allows you to gain some money. The last one allows you to gain some new things as a Commonwealth state. Whatever you want to do, then do it. It is your choice to pick one of them.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

TO: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, The Transylvania
FROM: William Kennedy: Prince of Wilhelmsborough, Emperor of Hataria

I have heard much about The Transylvania, Caesar Jason. Some things good, some things bad. With that said, I find it very unusual that a man of your position and power would be coddling a 12-year-old. But I will not question it, as I'm sure that you have your own motivations.

I understand that there are those within my holdings which desire to return to Hatarian rule. They are angry and upset that there is a new sheriff in town calling the shots. That anger boiled over on that Friday, leading to deaths, injuries, and a great deal of property damage.

I know that Barbarossa cares about his people and wants then to be safe, and I can see that you only want to keep the peace. Now, a week ago, I would have shot down his requests to return the Hatarian people. But since the rioting took place, I have come to see the advantages of letting some people go.

To that end, since the rioting subsided, Government census takers have been hard at work trying to find out exactly what the Hatarians want: Do you wish to return to the Hatarian homeland? Do you wish to stay and try to experience living under Principality rule? How would you feel living under the rule of a boy who hasn't even eached his teenage years?

Those who want to go will be given the opportunity to leave, and those that want to stay will be allowed to stay. But know this, Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus: I am not letting Hatarian people leave because Barbarossa requested it. I am doing this because it will get rid of the potential toublemakers and rabble-rousers.

Now, as for your other suggestions:

The Crimean Peninsula is Wilhelmsborough's homeland. We cannot give up the homeland.

We will not consider joining the Dominion Commonwealth at this moment. We are worried about the terms of joining, and personally, I'm not sure that I want to change my title. Lord-Governor doesn't have quite the ring that Prince or Emperor does.

If you are concerned about the state of the Hatarians that decide to stay, then perhaps we should set up a watchdog group whose job is to watch for any abuses of the Hatarian people under my control. It could be made up of people from multiple nations, not just yours or mine. They would make the reports and give suggestions for a course of action.

I hope that we can figure something out. Please reply as soon as you get the chance.

Signed,

William Kennedy, Sovereign
Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

To: William Kennedy: Prince of Wilhelmsborough, Emperor of Hataria

From: Chairman Sergei Rudinski, President of Warazhia

I, Chairman Rudinski was a supporter of Hatria, (although passive.) and saw her defeat as pure luck on your part, and I would like to let you know that you should consider yourself at war with us and we should continue this on this very forum, I hope youre ready for this.

Telegram my nation if you wish to contact me.

TO: Prince William Kennedy of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

You know of how old I am, right? If you don’t, I’m over ten thousand years old. I have seen people like Barbarossa’s age in ruling position throughout my life. Mostly in the Asian counties. Around these young rulers were smart men, whom aided them. Like that will be around the young Barbarossa.

Now, I would like to thank you for being a man about this. You’re smart man. Yes, potential troublemakers and rabble-rousers are bad to have around. So, I’m happy to hear that you’re giving the option for the Hatarians and any other to leave our lands.

And because I feel like it. The Crimean Peninsula is a nice land, but a small homeland compared to the United Dominion’s heart of Romania. You should be proud of those whom came before you for creating an empire from a small homeland.

About the title of Emperor, I see it as a title and nothing else. Calling yourself Emperor of Hataria wasn’t a smart move. The throne of Hataria, in which the person whom sits on it to be called Emperor or Empress, isn’t in the land you have taken. You were the one whom caused the riots. It would be wise, if you didn’t call yourself the Emperor of Hataria. Maybe the Emperor of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire is wiser.

As long as you treat those Hatarians, whom stay in your land, like they are your own people and not animals. I’ll be a happy camper. One word of mistreatment and I’ll being coming to you about it.

Do we understand each other?

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Prince William read the Caesar's letter carefully. He raised an eyebrow when he read Lupus claimed to be ten thousand years old. Ten Thousand years! Impossible. It must have been a typo or a misprint. or perhaps the Caesar was trying to make himself look big.

Either way, he wasn't going to question it. He turned to his computer and started typing out a response.

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TO: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, The Transylvania
FROM:Prince William Kennedy, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

The census of the Hatarian people has been completed. Here are their findings.

Out of a total of 2.1 Billion people, we have found that a total of 750,000,000 people, or about 35% of the population, is opposed to living under Principality rule and wish to return to the Hatarian homeland.

However, it should be noted that an additional 25,000,000 people, or 1% of the population, are also opposed to Principality rule, but when asked if they wish to return to the homeland, they declined. They consider these colonies to be their home, and will not give them up for anyone.

As for the remaining 64% of the population, 861,000,000 people, or 41% of the population wish to remain under principality rule because they have become completely and utterly disillusioned by the Hatarian dream, after Neherenia nearly led them to destruction. Furthermore, they don't have any faith in the new ruler. They believe that he is too young and easy to manipulate.

481,950,000 people, or 22.95% of the population, are apathetic towards both the Principality, and the Empire. They feel no ties towards either of these government. They only wish to stay in the colonies which they consider to be their home.

Finally, a total of 1,050,000 people or .05% of the population, expressed views that didn't fall in line with the other categories. But they expressed rather radical views, such as giving complete independence to the colonies. However, their views aren't significant, as they make up such a tiny portion of the population. These people have decided to stay put where they are.

So there you have it, Caesar. 750 million people are willing to pack up and leave these lands forever. Of course, they will be given transport back to their homeland. However 750 million people is large population to move. Perhaps you can lend us a hand in this endeuvour?

Please respond as soon as possible.

Signed,

William Kennedy, Sovereign
Wilhelm-Hatarian Emperor
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

To: Chairman Sergei Rudinski, Warazhia
From: Prince William Kennedy, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

You have no idea who you're dealing with. Back off, or I'll make you regret it.

Rescind your declaration of war immediately. I will only warn you once.

Signed,

William Kennedy, Sovereign
Wilhelm-Hatarian Emperor
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

OOC: He wasn’t a typo. The Count is that old.

IC:

TO: Prince William Kennedy of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

That’s good to hear. Those 750 million people will be good to aid in the rebuilding. We need all the help we can get because we’re not like God and can’t rebuild a nation in seven days.

I told in an early message, you can sent them to the United Dominion and they will be transported toothier homeland. After they are out of your hands, you will not have to care for them anymore.

Now, for those that will stay in your lands, I’m going to keep an close eye on your actions. You’re being watched.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

OOC: I know, but the Prince doesn't believe it.

IC:

TO: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, The Transylvania
FROM:Prince William Kennedy, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

Very well then. The 750 million citizens that wish to return will be sent over to your nation for final transport back to Hataria. As the closest land is in Italy, we will drop them off in either Rome or Sicily.

Also, I would like to reassure you again: The remaining Hatarian people will not suffer under my regime. Even though I am an absolute ruler, I believe very strongly in human rights. And if you look at my record with my own citizenry in Wilhelmsborough, you'll find that the people are quite well off.

All I'm asking for, Caesar, is a bit of trust that I can do the right thing with the new territories. The new construction projects are going to create a lot of new jobs. We're planning the construction of hospitals, clinics, schools, and apartments.

Civil rights will also be seeing massive improvements. People will be given freedom of speech and allowed to criticise the government, something that Neherenia never allowed.

I am aware that there is a strong Catholic presence in the Hatarian territories. However, I will not grant them the status of State Religion. There has never been a Established Church in the Principality and there never will be. All faiths are on equal footing in these lands and their right to worship will never be infringed on, except, of course if they practice human sacrifice, or inflict harm on others.

These changes will benefit the Hatarian people for the better. And I PROMISE you that they will all be treated with the same dignity that I treat the Wilhelm people. Of course you may watch my progress, but I hope that you eventually become satisfied with what you see.

Signed,

William Kennedy, Sovereign
Wilhelm-Hatarian Emperor
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

The United Kingdom of Ezaltia would like to purchase the city of Rio de Janiero from the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire. Name your price.

To: Ezaltian leadership.

We're sorry, but the city of Rio De Janiero is not for sale. Our forces claimed the city because it was left undefended when the seven Hatarian fleets left to fight at Bayport. The only reason why we didn't move any further inland is because we wanted the allies to get their piece of Hataria's colonial empire.

We do hope that you are benefiting for your incredible territorial gains in Brazil. After all, it was your country that gained the most land out of all the allied nations! A nation could do incredible things with the resources, wealth, and manpower that you have claimed!

Perhaps we could come to an economic arrangement that would benefit our two countries. How about we allow business investers from your nation to set up shop in the city? A few multinational corporations might be beneficial to both our countries.

Write back if you're interested.

Signed,

Emperor William Kennedy
Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

TO: Prince William Kennedy of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

That’s good. You can drop them out in Italy as it is the closest to the former Hatarian colonies. I did have trust in you because you stopped addressing yourself as the Emperor of Hataria. But I’ll still keep an eye of things in the former colonies. Speaking of which, whom controls the rest of the former Hatarian colonies? I know of those nazis having power of a part of China.

And your nation’s Religion freedom are like the United Dominion. There isn’t an Established Church. We have a mix of everything.

Anyways, I would like to met with you, but I’m a little held up at the moment. I’m at a meeting with the Hatarian Emperor. So, when I get back to the United Dominion, I would like to met with you at the Crimean Peninsula. I’ll call you before I just show up.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

TO: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, The Transylvania
FROM: Emperor William Kennedy, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

I'm glad we were able to come to an agreement. I hope that future talks between our two nation are this productive.

As to the carving up of the former Hatarian colonies, Wilhelmsborough claimed Algeria, Cuba, the City of Rio de Janeiro in Brazil, and the enclaves of Ceuta and Melilla in Morocco.

The nation of Ezaltia recieved the rest of Brazil, while Amazonian Beasts recieved Morocco. Asgarnieu however, got the Western Sahara, and Bouvet Island.

The young Principality of Siriusa took Spain for itself. And China is divided into two sections: The western section is controlled by Atopiana and Skgorria. The east, as well as nearly the entire coast, is controlled by Demon 666.

I will gladly meet with you in Crimea. What is it that you would like to discuss? Please respond with hast so I can make arrangements for your arrival.

Signed,

William Kennedy, Sovereign
Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

To:Emperor William Kennedy, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
From:Col.John Macked, Prime Minister of Calizorinstan

We wish to enter into diplomatic relations with the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire, we have sent a diplomatic represenitive to your fine captial, for talks on a future alliance between our peoples.

Col.John Macked
Prime Minister
Calizorinstan

To: Col.John Macked, Prime Minister of Calizorinstan
From: Geddy Lee, Minister of Diplomacy and Foreign Relations, Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire

We are surprised to hear from the up and coming nation of Calizorinstan, but we are willing to speak with your representatives. You may land at Yalta International Airport. An escort will be on sight to bring you to Livadiya Palace to meet with Prince William and his team.

Our diplomatic repersentive's Tu-334 is landing at Yalta as we speak, we just got a call from him, saying he's landed.

TO: Emperor William Kennedy of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

Thank you for the info about the former colonies. I don’t really know how long the talks will last. So when I get back into the United Dominion, I’ll tell you. After meting with you, I’ll talk with the others.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Location: Livadiya Palace
Prince/Emperor William's office

Prince William paced around his office in worry.

"This all on such short notice." he said. "A diplomatic representative? Coming here?"

"Relax, Your Majesty" said Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine.

"Yes, relax!" pipped up Minister of Diplomacy Geddy Lee. "This is the first nation that's ever requested an alliance with the Principality!"

"Empire," corrected General of the Army, Nicolai Trotsky.

"Huh? Oh right. Of course." the Minister said sheepishly. Just then his cellphone rang. "I'll be right back." Geddy moved to go outside to take the call. As he reached for the door, he made the mistake of pushing instead of pulling.

The General grinned as the Minister finally left the room. "Now who's worried?" he laughed.

General of the Air Force Salazar T. Sherman spoke up. "We're all worried that we'll make mistakes. But if we don't get an alliance it won't be the end of the country."

"It will be if the dear Emperor says the wrong thing," interjected the General of the Army.

"Fuck you, Trotsky!"

"Gentlemen!" Sherman said a loud voice. They all went silent.

He turned to Emperor William. "Smile, be tactful, keep your personal feelings to yourself, and make no threats. Do these things and you will at least maintain an atmosphere of respectibility."

"Of course that all flies out the window as soon as he starts making ridiculous demands" Trotsky added.

Emperor William nodded. "I understand," he said with a determined expression on his face. "And I'll try not to let you down."

Just then, Geddy Lee came rushing in through the door. "Gentlemen!" he said in a rushed tone. "The diplomats from Calizorinstan have arrived."

John Berry and Bob Woodward walked through the door, and saw the Emperor and said "We are the diplomat's from Calizorinstan, we were sent here, to discuss a possible alliance, never fear, we're just as concerned about the Second Hatarian Empire as you are. Now, let's get down to buisness." They sat down in the two chairs set for them.

Emperor William (http://www.guitarplayer.ru/vai/img/steve_vai_bio_01.jpg)smiled and waved the two men over to a pair of black leather recliners.

"Take a seat! You must be a little tired after your trip!"

The Emperor took a seat behind his desk. Off to his right Admiral Augustine and Generals Sherman and Trotsky stood at attention. To his left stood the Minister of Diplomacy Geddy Lee.

Emperor William started. "Now then, let's begin. What brings you to the Empire on this fine day?"

John Berry smiled and said "We've come to discuss a possible economic, and military alliance between our two fine nations. We decided that we should establish relations with your nation for, we think it could benefit us both." Bob Woodward nodded and said "Yes, that's what the Lord Govenor of Calizorinstan sent us here for, right now he and the Admiral of Our Navy Jack Arnold, are at the talks in Hataria, and thus we were sent." They sat down in the two relcliner chairs, and it felt good after the 10.5 hour flight from San Diego.

Emperor William addressed John Barry. "I'm very interested in hearing more about this proposed economic and military alliance. What matter of military alliance are you speaking of? Military bases in each other's countries? Where is Calizorinstan located?"

John Berry nodded his and said "Military bases in each other's countries, that's right I was thinking of, and Calizorinstan is 850-900 miles from here, it's only a 3.5 hour flight from San Diego, and we propose an economic alliance, by starting trade relationships between our two nations."

John Berry nodded his and said "Military bases in each other's countries, that's right I was thinking of, and Calizorinstan is 850-900 miles from here, it's only a 3.5 hour flight from San Diego, and we propose an economic alliance, by starting trade relationships between our two nations."

The Emperor nodded. "Well then, I'm sure that we could set up a trade agreement between our two countries." He turned to Geddy Lee. "What do we have to trade?"

"Biodiesel." the Foreign Relations minister replied. "To be more specific, Mr. Berry, Wilhelmsborough is one of the largest producers of Industrial Hemp and Hempseed Oil in the world. We use the oil to power our vehicles, and the Industrial Hemp in the production of paper, clothing, and the manufacturing of dent-resistant panels for automobiles ."

"Industrial Hemp cannot be used recreationally however. It would be comparable to drinking seawater" The Emperor added.

"We also have a significant wine-making industry," continued Minister Lee. "Automobile production and arms manufacturing are big draws, as is the tech industry. We also construct aircraft, both civilian and military, although we don't yet have the capacities to construct our own ships."

"And of course there's farming, fishing, mining, and steel production. Some crude oil as well, but we have no need for it. Other nations on the other hand..." the Emperor let the sentence hang

He put his on the table. "So, does anything here interest you?"

John Berry said "The crude oil interest's us, and we have ship-building capacity, we are interested in the steel, and we have soda-making facilites, and a huge Book Publishing industry, and a big arms industry also, and we have some gold mines, and the biggest fruit industry in our region, and we have a big baskey weaving sector too, anything interest you?"

"Well, perhaps we can provide you with steel to create ships. And if we need to purchase any, we'll gladly purchase from your country-for a discounted price of course." The Emperor grinned.

As for your book publishing industry, perhaps we can provide you with hemp paper. It's of much higher quality than wood pulp paper. Plus, it lasts for hundreds of years!"

"If you are interested in our crude oil, then we will gladly put your country on a shipping route. How much oil are you interested in procuring?"

Bob Woodward spoke up "That would be wonderful, there's been talks of us starting to build ship's, and this might just boost us making them, once we make a first ship, you'll get a discounted price on all purchases. We have an aircraft we built called the ARDC F-9B, it's like a more modern F-5G, and if you decide to order it, we'll give you a 10% discount on it."

To: Ezaltian leadership.

We're sorry, but the city of Rio De Janiero is not for sale. Our forces claimed the city because it was left undefended when the seven Hatarian fleets left to fight at Bayport. The only reason why we didn't move any further inland is because we wanted the allies to get their piece of Hataria's colonial empire.

We do hope that you are benefiting for your incredible territorial gains in Brazil. After all, it was your country that gained the most land out of all the allied nations! A nation could do incredible things with the resources, wealth, and manpower that you have claimed!

Perhaps we could come to an economic arrangement that would benefit our two countries. How about we allow business investers from your nation to set up shop in the city? A few multinational corporations might be beneficial to both our countries.

Write back if you're interested.

Signed,

Emperor William Kennedy
Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
Crimean Peninsula
Yalta

To: Emperor William Kennedy
From: Prime Minister Renee Valencia

A good plan. We hope for a prosperous future between our two nations and empires.

John Berry, nodded and said "As part of our alliance, we have agreed that you can buy our F-9B, for 10% off, if you wish to buy it, we've sold it to 2 other countries besides ourselves, and we've got two more prospective customers."

"Very well then," said the Emperor. "To cement this alliance, the Empire will purchase 144 of these aircraft."

He leaned back in his chair. "Now, I've been looking for somewhere to station my 5th Fleet. Your country must be on the Pacific Ocean if it's not far from San Diego!"

He looked at the men. "If you allow the 5th Fleet to anchor off your shores, you have my assurences that I won't use it to influence politics in your area."

And then, to drive it home, "We will give your nation a 12% discount on crude oil if you agree to it."

John Berry smiled and said "That would be perfect, we definitly agree to have your 5th Fleet stationed off of San Diego, that way our navies could have military excersises. We have faxed your order of 144 F-9B's to ARDC, and they will be here within 2 months. And a 12% discount on crude-oil will be good."

"Excellent!" Emperor William grinned. "I'm glad we were able to come to a satisfying arrangement. I believe that's pretty much it, unless you had any other requests that you wished to make?"

Bob said "No, that's all, we're flying home on our TU-334, with F-9B's for escort, you may come down to the airport to see what you're buying, if you'd like."

The Emperor sighed. "I wish that I could come, but unfortunately I have pressing matters to deal with. Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus of the Transylvania will be coming to the country to meet with me, and I have to get ready for his arrival."

Bob and John nodded, and John said "I respect that, in a couple of month's maybe if you'd like to have an airshow, we'll send the Red Angel's over, they have the F-9T's for the airshow, and then you can see what it's like, a good day to you." They walked out, to go to their Tu-334 for flying back to Calizorinstan, after a successful visit.

Emperor William Kennedy grinned. "I like that idea!" he said. "I'll be looking forward to your demonstration!"

He stood up and shook both men's hands before they left. "Have a safe flight back home!"

As the door closed behind the two men, Emperor William collapsed in his seat. "Whew!" he laughed. He turned to Minister Geddy Lee and his senior officers. "Well that wasn't too hard was it?"

"Better than we hoped" said General Trotsky. "An entire naval fleet stationed in their ports in exchange for some discounted crude? Practically a steal!"

General Sherman nodded. "We were lucky with Calizorinstan. I only hope that The Transylvania will be as easy."

"We'll just have to wait and see," said Minister Lee.

Meanwhile, back in the former Hatarian colony of Algeria, construction crews were going to work building the first geodesic domes. The desalination plant on the Algerian coast had also been approved and was now in its opening stages of construction.

There were many Hatarians moving out the colonies and as they left, members of the Principality were moving in, hoping to take advantage of the prime real estate that had been abandoned. There were fortunes to be made out here in the former Hatarian colonies. A door had opened to new possibilities and new opportunities.

Indeed, nearly all of the wealthy members of the colonies were heading back to the Second Empire. They were angry that their businesses had been nationalised and were being forced to conform with worker's protections, something that had been rather lax under the Empress's reign.

Something else had also taken place. The Principality government announced that they would be pausing out the Nimitz-class aircraft carriers and the Overlord-class frigates. Slowly, over the next 10 years, the Wilhelmsborough Imperial Navy would decommission these ships.

But these ships wouldn't be sold or scrapped. Instead they were to be given over to the coloniess for the creation of the all-Hatarian Colonial Navy. In time, the Hatarians would be given the chance to have something of a military again.

However, the vehicles and equipment would all be hand-me-downs. There would be no dreadnaughts, battleships, or submarines. No aircraft that could fly higher than 63,000 feet. No electronic warfare, missile scramblers, or satellite weaponry. There would be a colonial military all right, but it would pale in comparison that of the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire.

*Bump for Trans

OOC: I haven’t had the Count leave the talks. I’ll telegram you when that happens.

After an eighteen hour trip back to the United Dominion from Hataria, the Count would rest some time before he heads towards the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire in a plane or on four wheels or on two wheels or on horse back. It has been almost two days that he had been gone, he had thins to do within the United Dominion.

After trying eight hors tom get some rest and have some fun with a few of his brides. The Count called for his jet to be ready. And he wrote a message to Emperor William Kennedy to ready transportation form him. He would be arriving in the Crimean Peninsula and the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire’s capital.

After doing those thing, he heads off to Greystone Airbase and to his waiting Lear Jet. After boarding, the Lear Jet flew towards the Crimean Peninsula over the United Dominion airspace. The jet was escorted by F-35B fighters the whole trip.

As it neared the Wilhelm-Hatarian airspace, a radio message was sent to the airport. “This is the Flying Monkey, do we have permission to enter and land. We’re carrying Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus to met with Emperor William Kennedy.”

Location: Yalta Air Force Base

The Radar operator saw the Transylvanian aircraft coming in on his scopes. He grew worried when he saw that fighter aircraft was among them. But then, a message came in over the radio.

“This is the Flying Monkey, do we have permission to enter and land. We’re carrying Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus to met with Emperor William Kennedy.”

The Radar operator turned to the man at the radio. "Are we expecting the Transylvania Emperor? Here?"

The radio operator nodded. "Aye, I was informed to be prepared for their arrival." He turned to his stations and sent the reply.

"Flying Monkey, this is the Yalta Air Force Base. Permission to land has been authorised."

Just then, a note was passed to the Radio operater. He read it, then turned back to his station.

"The Caesar will be given a large security escort for his trip from the base to Livadiya Palace."

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As the Transylvanian aircraft made their final approach to the Yalta Air Force Base, two squadrons of Su-37 Terminators took defensive positions on the sides of the approaching vehicles. As the foreign planes started to land, The Terminators broke off and headed back towards their bases in the north...

"Flying Monkey, this is the Yalta Air Force Base. Permission to land has been authorised."

“Roger that, Yalta Air Force Base.” came the message back through the radio.

The Lear Jet and four F-35B fighters touched down at Yalta Air Force Base. The pilots were took to get an eye on their planes and see if they could be refueled for the fight home.

Out of the Lear Jet came the man in black, he stepped out and looked around. He was wearing urban camo cargo pants with black motorcycle boots, on his chest was a black shirt, which was tight to his muscled chest and arms, that had ‘His Royal Badass’ in white letters on the back and four white claw marks on the front. Blue Angel, his blue hilted Katana, was resting in her stealth on his back. On top of his head was black cowboy hat.

He looked around for his escorts…

General of the Air Force Salazar T. Sherman (http://limany.org/gen.gif)walked over to Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus. He was clad in an olive drab uniform, with black jackboots, a Sam Brown Belt (http://www.diggerhistory.info/images/uniforms/sam-browne.jpg), and a combination cap (http://newsimg.bbc.co.uk/media/images/39115000/jpg/_39115977_cap.jpg). There was an emblem of a spider where the typical eagle was usually located.

Behind him was a security detail of 20 Soldiers, each equipped with Type IV Dragonskin Body Armor and wielding AK-74 assault rifles with Beretta M92s for sidearms.

General Sherman approached the Caesar of The Transylvania. Upon first glance, he found the man to be rather flamboyantly dressed for the leader of a world power. His shirt and his pants and his hat made him look more like a member of the Hells Angels than a world leader.

But then the General realized that it was because of his power, that Caesar Jason could dress however damn well he pleased. In any case, he kept his mouth shut about it.

"Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus!" Sherman greeted in his deep Liberian accent. "I am General Salazar Sherman. Welcome to the Crimean Peninsula."

A Trojan II-class Airborne Aircraft Carrier passed overhead, briefly blocking out the sun.

"We hope that your trip went well." Sherman continued. "Would you like to rest for a while, or would you prefer to go straight to the palace?"

The Count stepped forwards and always from his Lear jet for two more people to exit. He smiled at the General. The first person was monster of a man, which had furry at the same time. Trevor (http://img210.echo.cx/img210/1180/trevor6lb.jpg) stepped out and smiled at the twenty soldiers, maybe his height which as almost eight foot and his fangs would get the point across. He wasn’t somebody to mess with.

The next person that step out was six foot eight inches tall, he was wearing military like clothes. He was Vladik Zaitsev, Reaper (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Reaper.jpg).

The two stepped behind the Count and looked at the twenty soldiers and the General.

The Count looked up at the Trojan II-class Airborne Aircraft Carrier, thinking that one of his own had followed him, and back at the General. “We got a few of those beauties. Anyways, General Sherman, met Trevor and Reaper.” he said in a friendly tone. “Before we head to the palace as I would to go there as soon as possible, can you get ground crews to fuel my aircrafts.”

He smiled and said “Thank you.”

The General nodded. "Yes we can have your jets fueled."

He pulled out a radio and gave the order for fuel trucks to be brought over.

As ground crews started to arrive, he turned back to the Caesar.

"Now then, sir. Your escort is ready and waiting. Follow me."

The General of the Air Force started walking with the Caesar and his two body guards. The twenty soldiers followed along behind, abeit with a bit of caution, as they weren't sure what the big guy with the orange hair was capable of.

General Salazar led Caesar Jason to a black stretch limo. It was quite luxurious in appearence, but what the Caesar and his team didn't know was that it was made out of powerful armor, and that all the windows were made of bullet-proof glass.

In front and behind the limo were Cougar Armored Patrol Vehicles. The soldiers that were providing security detail got into these vehicles, except for two who got into the limo with Sherman, Lupus, Trevor, and Reaper.

Six Humvees took defensive positions around the limo and the Cougars.

As the escort left the Yalta Air Force Base, it was watched from above. It was no coincidence that a Trojan II had flown overhead. It too was providing security for the Caesar.

Blackhawk Helicopters flew overhead as the vehicles passed through the city of Yalta. There were soldiers on every corner, holding off traffic to let the convoy pass.

Civilians walking by on the sidewalks eyed the limo with suspicion. They weren't used to hosting world leaders. This was a new experience to them, and they were quite worried about the whole situation. What were this man and the Emperor going to talk about? How would it affect them?

Finally, the convoy of vehicles passed through the city and reached the countryside at the edge of Livadiya Palace. As they passed through the gates, they could see that there were several tanks and Humvees with Long Range Acoustic Devices and Active Denial Systems pointing out towards the wall.

The airships of the 5th Air Fleet kept a constant vigil overhead.

At long last, they arrived at the front gates of the Palace. Sherman, the Caesar, and their respective security details climbed out of their vehicles and walked towards Emperor William's office. As they reached the door, most of the security detail hung back, save four of the soldiers.

General Sherman reached for the door.

"Well Caesar Jason, it's time to meet the Emperor."

He opened the door. There leaning on the front of his desk was Emperor William Kennedy (http://www.guitarplayer.ru/vai/img/steve_vai_bio_01.jpg). To his left stood Minister of Diplomacy Geddy Lee (http://home.allgaeu.org/dkultus/lorgnet/alt2/lorg/Geddy_Lee_125.jpg), and to his right stood the General of the Army Nicolai Trotsky (http://www.esercito.difesa.it/english/organization/img_organization/casme_foto_cecchi.jpg), and the Admiral of the Navy Vittorio Augustine (http://www.a2zcds.net/images/Admiral%20William%20Thomas%20Sampson,%20US%20Navy%20Flag%20Officer%20(1840-1902)_small.jpg).

As the Caesar entered the office, the Emperor stood up and walked over

"Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus!" he greeted with a smile. "Good to meet you sir," he said, shaking his hand. "I trust that you got here without incident. The security wasn't too tight, was it?"

“It wasn’t too tight, but it wasn’t really need.” said the Count, shaking his counterpart’s hand, which a powerful handshake like the jaws of a shark biting down on somebody. It is a smart thing to do, shaking hands with an ancient vampire. “Emperor William, all I would have need was a limo. I’m a soldier that can lay waste to armed men and unarmed men.”

He smiled. “Emperor, meet two of my best men. Trevor and Reaper.” he said.

Trevor and Reaper just smiled at the foreign Emperor.

Emperor William smiled good-naturedly at Trevor and Reaper. "Good to meet the both of you," he said.

Then he turned to face the Caesar. Well, I'm sure that we have a quite a bit to talk about. May I offer you or your men any drinks?"

“Unless you got Blood Vodka, then the answer is no from me.” said the Count. Both Trevor and Reaper shook their heads no. “I don’t think they like the stuff. It messes with their hyper keen senses and everything.” said the Count.

"Sorry, I'm afraid we don't keep any of that in stock. But perhaps I'll place an order for a few casks, should you decide to come around next time."

The Emperor gestured to three black leather recliners. "Please, take a seat!" he said.

William walked around his desk and took a seat.

"Now then, what was it that you wished to speak to me about?"

The Count took a seat, but he hands Blue Angel to Reaper before placed his butt in the seat, as Trevor and Reaper stood behind him on each side. “They’re on the clock.” he said. He thought about William’s question for a little bit, trying to figure what he was doing here in some foreign leader’s palace.

“Something about get an ally out of you and your nation, I think. You have showed that you’re a wise man through our messaging about the Hatarians.” said the Count. “I don’t what type of alliance as this is the first time a Dominion leader has sat with a Wilhelm leader even though our domains touch each other.”

"Well then, let's start with the basics," said Emperor William. He folded his hands and placed them on the desk. "Would you like a political, military, or economic alliance?"

“I would say flip a coin, but I haven’t seen a three sided coin in my whole life.” said the Count with a smile. He placed his arms across his chest. “I don’t know. A political and military alliance would work as economic alliance wouldn’t really work. I don’t think you can offer my nation anything in trade.”

“So…what do you think?”

"Hmm, perhaps you're right about the economic situation. A nation such as yours is probably quite economically stable and isn't in a situation where it desperately needs something."

The Emperor thought for a moment. "A political and/or military alliance might be beneficial to the both of us. We could place bases in each other's countries. Or create a non-aggression pact. Perhapss in times of war, we could come to each other's aid?"

Emperor William leaned back in his chair. "All I know is that I've been looking for somewhere to station my 4th Fleet, and I believe that Germany is a prime location to do it." He looked at the Caesar. "Can you make that happen? If you could. what would you want in return?"

“Okay, this is the deal. I know where you can set up this base in Germany.” started the Count. Lending closer to Emperor William, his eyes locking with his Wilhelm counterpart’s eyes. “In Niedersachsen, which would give you a got place for a fleet to stay. I’ll allow you to place a naval base in the upper most tip of Friesland, a district of Niedersachsen.”

“Now, what do I want from this base placing. I’ll want a lot as your naval base will be only the second foreign base within the United Dominion.” said the Count, smiling as he relaxed back in his chair.

“For my nation, I would like to have naval bases in Cuba as I have many fleets that stay in the middle of the Atlantic. It would be good to have naval bases on both sides.” started the Count. What else was he going to get? “I would also like a mansion, fifteen rooms or larger, located close to the Cuban base for myself. And enough land that my Black Wolves can make sure it’s safe. Say fifteen acres.”

“That should be enough. Anyways, we need embassies sin each other’s nations. There are a few open ones on Embassy Avenue in Bucharest.” said the Count. “So, Emperor, do we have deal?”

The Emperor smiled.

"If you want a naval base in Cuba, then I know the perfect location: The Isle of Youth. Sixth largest island in the West Indies. It has its own natural harbor, so you can station your ships there."

Emperor William thought for a moment. "Training grounds should be easy to come by. And you should have no problem finding a mansion that fits your perameters. A lot of wealthy Hatarians lived on that island, but many of them packed up and left after we took over."

The Emperor grinned. "Caesar Jason, I believe that we have a deal. Minister Geddy Lee here will take care of the embassy details (The Minister nodded at the Caesar), but other than that, yes we have a deal."

The Count thought about it, looking at Emperor William. He got what he wanted, so maybe it was good.

“The Isle of Youth will be a good place of a United Dominion Naval Base. I have been there during my pirate days, in the Golden Age of Piracy.” he said with a smile. “If didn’t know, I was the Pirate Lord of the Black Sea and currently still hold the title in these modern days. But the pirates aren’t the same.”

“I’ll just build a mansion…” he paused and thought about it. “No, I’ll build a Spanish style castle on the Isle of Youth on fifteen acres somewhere near the base.”

Looking at Minister Lee, the Conut smiled. “About the embassies within the United Dominion, the embassy has enough room for two hundred people to set up offices and etc. The embassy is located on five acres. There is a helipad in the front yard and a large swimming pool in the back. The embassy and the land will be treated as your nation’s land, with your laws and etc.” he said, taking a paused. “Four armed vehicles can be stationed at the embassy as long as they do not carry any weapon with a caliber of .50 or higher. Unlimited number of non-armed vehicles can be placed at the embassy. A non-armed helicopter can be stationed at the embassy but it will have to be registered with both the United Dominion Civil Air and United Dominion Air Force.”

He took another pauses as that was a lot of stuff to say. “Moving on, one hundred guards can be placed at the embassy. No weapon can be a caliber of .50 or higher then a .50 caliber.” he said.

He took a picture (http://www.itcnet.ro/folk_festival/poze/mogosoa.jpg) out of his pocket and hands it to Emperor William. “That’s what the embassies look like.” he said.

“So, we have a deal. Do you want to put it on paper or do the old way and shake hands over it?” asked the Count.

The Emperor stood up.

"Both are important, but until we get this deal down on paper, a handshake will suffice," he responded, extending his hand.

“Okay.” said the Count. He stood up and shook William’s hands like he did early. He shook hands with a vampire again.

"Excellent!" said Emperor William. "Well, then, if you have no further requests then I'd say that we're finished here. But if you need to get in touch with me call one of these numbers," the Emperor handed the Caesar a small business card with his office and cell phone number on it. "I should be near at least one of them."

Minister Lee spoke up. "The Transylvania will be given an embassy at Number 1 Embassy Row in Yalta. It's a building set on four acres of land with offices and housing for approximately 150 people, plus 30 armed personel. There is also a helipad as well. You will be allowed to bring five armered vehicles, but no tanks or anything with a railgun. We hope that this is suitable for you."

The Count took the small business card. His old eyes scanned the small card and studied it, but he left it out. It was something that Japanese business men do.

Looking over at Minister Lee “It’s the United Dominion, you know. And I don’t think we have anything with a railgun on four wheels.” he said with a smile. “It’ll will work for little old me.”

Emperor William spoke up. "Well I'm glad that we were able to take care of this in such a short period of time," he said.

Then, the Emperor made a face like he had just remembered something, "I believe that you have enough time to make it back to that party in the Hatarian mainland without being missed! That is, if you were planning on going."

“I got a good man there. So, I don’t think I’ll show up.” said the Count, looking at Emperor William. “Plus, by the time I get there, it will be over.” He took Blue Angel and placed her back on his back.

"Ah. I see." There was silence as the Emperor thought about what to say next.

"Well, my work for today is done. As they say, it's Miller Time. Caesar Jason, why don't you come down to the pub with me? The Bismarck Arms has a wide selection of drinks available, possibly even that Blood Vodka you mentioned earlier. It's a safe place, but it's laid back at the same time."

He looked at the Caesar. "So how about it? Care to get locked?"

“A pub sounds nice, but I don’t think they’ll have Blood Vodka.” he said, an impish smile formed across his lips. “Not that many bars carrying tiger blood Vodka outside of the United Dominion.”

“Anyways, let's go to this pub.” said the Count. Knowing that the sight of him, Trevor, and Reaper would have many people questioning what was going on. If anybody in the Wilhelm-Hatarain Empire has watched a Blood League show, they would know whom Trevor and Reaper were.

"Oh come on, Caesar!" the Emperor insisted. "Look, I'll even call ahead to see if they have any in stock."

He went to his phone and dialed the number to the pub.

"Jerry? Yes, it's me Jerry, thank you yes I'm doing well. Listen. I have an important guest with me I need to know if you carry any Blood Vodka...you'll check? Ok I'll stay on the line while you look."

The Emperor waited as Jerry searched his stock for the rare drink.

“I did say ‘Let’s go to the pub.” said the Count with a smile. He waited to be shown to the limo or whatever would take them.

"Hmm?" said the Emperor distractedly. "You said yes? Sorry about that, I just didn't hear it correctly."

He turned to the phone. "Jerry, we're coming now! Just keep the drink ready!" He hung up the phone.

"All right then!" Emperor William went over to the coathanger and grabbed his peacoat. Admiral Augustine and Generals Sherman and Trotsky had also put on their coats as well.

"All then everybody, let's go to the pub!"

The Emperor, the Caesar, Trevor, Reaper, Augustine, Trotsky, Sherman, and four armed guards walked out of the office and headed towards the waiting limo. As there were so many people in the group, a party bus had been procured to transport all of them.

Once everybody was in the vehicle, they set out and headed for Yalta to drink at the Bismarck Arms Pub. Work was over. Now it was time to get pole-axed...

“I find it strange that a pub in your nation would have a bottle of Blood Vodka” said the Count out loud. He, along with his mutant bodyguards, waited for the limo to arrive at the Bismark Arms. “It’s rare for to be seen outside of the United Dominion.”

"Rare yes, but not impossible." the Emperor replied. "I'm sure a couple bottles managed to get over the border somehow. Perhaps we could arrange to have more of the drink shipped to the Empire. But we can talk about that later."

Augustine looked at his compatriots. "Why didn't Minister Lee come along with us?"

"Because he has to get back home to his wife and kids." replied General Sherman.

"The old ball and chain." laughed General Trotsky.

General Sherman raised an eyebrow at the Ukrainian. "So Nicolai, how's the wife these days?"

"Just fine. One of these days she might even let me sleep in the same bed with her."

Sherman, Augustine, and William laughed at the General's expense.

“I could get a few bottles sent over here. They are made by one of the sub-companies within Timber Wolf Incorporated.” said the Count. He listened to the others and smiled. “At else, you only have one wife. I have eight brides. It’s really funny.” An impish grin grew across his lips.

Emperor William looked at the Count in shock. "Eight brides? Are you serious?"

"Great," said General Trotsky sardonically. "You can have eight women yelling at you when you forget to put the seat down!"

As he was speaking, the party bus pulled into the parking lot of the Bismarck Arms.

The Bismarck Arms was a pub built in the old Tudorbethan style of architecture. It was a modest looking white building that had a pitched roof, a half-timbering flame, and tall mullioned windows. The building was three stories in height, but the pub itself was located on the ground floor.

"Well, here we are!" said the Emperor.

Everybody moved to climb out of the vehicle.

“Yup, eight brides and they don’t yell at me.” said the Count with a smile. “Without me, most of them would still be poor or not on this earth.

Climbing out, the Count looked at the Bismarck Arms and smiled. With his two bodyguards behind him, the Count moved towards the front door.

OOC: Sorry for not replying to this in so long. I was exploring Ireland with my parents. But now that I'm back in the states, I should have more time to post.

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The Count, the Emperor, and their respective entourages entered the Bismarck Arms Pub.

As on the outside, the interior of the building was built in the old world style. The ceiling was vaulted and the light in the pub was dark, with lamps spread out intermittently throughout the room, giving the area a sense of intimacy.

Tables, chairs, stools and even the bar itself was made from oak which had been stained a dark color. An incredibly diverse and expansive selection of drinks lined the back wall.

Standing behind the bar was a portly man with a mustache. He had a bottle of Blood Vodka in his hand. When he saw Emperor William approach the bar, he hurried over.

"Emperor! Good to see you sir!" he greeted.

"It's good to see you too, Jerry," replied Emperor William. Do you have the drink?"

Jerry held up the bottle. "Aye, I do. Took a bit of diggin, but I finally found a single bottle o' the stuff. Noone's ever asked for any so you can imagine my surprise when I heard you-"

Jerry suddenly went silent as the Count stode over to the bar, flanked by Trevor and Reaper, his massive bodyguards.

Jerry couldn't believe what he was looking at, and neither could the patrons. The room went silent as everyone took a look at the massive figures that had just entered the pub.

And when they saw just who it was they were guarding, the whole room broke out into a flurry of whispers. Clearly, they were well aware of who the Count was.

Emperor William saw this and realized that he would have to break the ice.

"So Jerry, how about you pour the Count here a glass of the vodka?" he suggested as everyone took their seats around the bar.

"Huh?" he said distractedly. "Oh yes, oh course Emperor." He pulled out a glass, and started pouring the Blood Vodka into it.

"BOOM!" A huge explosion erupted from the other side of the pub. An extremely tall, almost glowingly silver man with golden hair stood calmly in the middle of it all. "You think Hataria was the menace? Ha! For years Emperor Queldray Suclura sat idley by managing the day to day affairs of our Empire. But no longer! The new Emperor, Emperor Roan Fel will offer us victory over you pathetic and weak nations! I'm here to take you out William! For good!" He drew his light repeating blaster out and...

OOC: Your choice what happens next... Oh, and don't kill my dude though, let's continue it...

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NO NO NO. Your post is ignored.

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NO NO NO. Your post is ignored. Get The Fuck Out Jerkbag.

OOC: Just say ignored, look out for flaming...

Edited. Think you can remove that quote?

*Bump for Trans

[OOC: I knew you just disappeared on me. Anyways, good thing we’re allies as I’m taking a break from role-playing with anybody but allies. Long story made short, it deals with Hat.

Good deal in ignoring Atlantis X.]

The Count smiled as he sensed the eyes on him and his mutant bodyguards. Someone like the Count being here could mean two things; it was a good sign or a bad sign because of his past, which could be read in his book series. He would make sure William could get a copy of each ‘The Man, the Myth, the Legend’ books.

“Thank you, Mister Jerry.” said the Count, taking the glass of Blood Vodka and getting a good drink from it. Placing the glass down, he smiled as his flashed with a small hint of red. “You know, the blood in this isn’t human. It’s tiger blood, but it isn’t listed on the label.”

Emperor William's eyes went wide, but he quickly surpressed his shock.

"Well then, I hope they're farm-raised, instead of hunted in the wild." he said, searching for something to say. "I'd hate to see a majestic animal such as a tiger driven to extinction on account of a drink."

He turned to Jerry who was standing behind the bar. "We're ready to order now."

The bartender looked at Emperor William and his military commanders. "What will it be gentlemen?"

"Sam Adams Boston Lager" said the Emperor.

"I'll have a Bass Ale" said General Sherman.

"Forst Premium for me" added Admiral Augustine.

"Everclear." General Trotsky said plainly.

Jerry gave General Trotsky an exasperated look. "Should I just leave the bottle again, sir?"

Trotsky laughed. "You know me too well, Jerry!"

The Emperor and his officers laughed into their drinks which had been served to them.

But as the men went to their drinks, they didn't know that there were some people who were watching them.

Sitting in the far right corner of the building were fifteen members of the Welsh Rugby Team who were in town to play against the Crimean club. They had already been here for 3 hours and they had all managed to get quite smashed before the two leaders arrived.

Captain Gareth Thomas looked at the group sitting at the bar with bloodshot eyes. He had a reputation for being unpredictable and aggressive, but such behavior was heightened when he got to drinking.

And now that behavior was surfacing once more.

"I bets ya I kin take 'em." he slurred gesturing towards the group of political and military leaders.

"Alfie no!" protested Fly-Half James Hook, using the Captain's nickname.

But Thomas wouldn't be dissuaded. He stood up and started heading towards the group, with 7 like-minded mates around him.

“Yup, they’re farm raised, but you don’t have to kill some to get the blood.” said the Count, taking another drink. “If you do it right, you milk the blood in a way. I learned it from some African tribe that drink cow’s blood mixed in the cow’s milk. I’ve been around the world to many times.”

He smiled as he picked up about eight drunk heartbeats heading towards them. He looked over at Reaper, whom was standing at a side and watching the drunken people heading towards them. The Count shook his head, but didn’t do it too much that the others would see it. He did have a good reason as he knew Reaper was going to pop some claws.

“I think we have some ‘buddies’ coming over here.” said the Count, downing the last of his drink. He looked up at the mirror in front of him, which he wasn’t on it, and watched the men moving towards the group.