Sambizie
15-05-2007, 01:18
1 week ago...
The drums pounded as the Emperor approached his Imperial Chambers. The members stood at attention as Mwto'ar entered the room, then bowed deeply as he took his seat. To the Emperor's left and right stood his Imperial Guardsman. Looking out from his throne, were a row of eight seats, representing the "House of Lords". Behind those seats were sixteen additional seats, represenitive of "His Lords Protectorate" and "Assigned Province Senator".
The discussion opened where it left off so many times in the past. Quiet frankly, the Emperor was displaying a great ammount of restraint and patience buy letting the "sides" carry on with the debate of this topic. It has been a long drawn out debate lasting over one year. Emperor Uganda thought it to be petty bickering, as the only reason these two bodies fill the seats, is by his own pleasing. The two Lordships verbally battled for several hours. All the while the Senator's hurled poll numbers and statistics at the Emperor while the Protectorates tried to maintain logic, compromise, and reason to end the quarals.
The Emperor leaned over in his throne and almost as instantly as the gesture was made to the Guardsman, he knelt before Mwto'ar. The Emperor spoke softly into the Guardsmans ear for a second or two. He promptly stood and exited the room from behind the throne. It was right about then the others stopped bickering and looked at the Emperor with a wide-eyed, paranoid look. One Lord grabed his water glass and attempted to raise it to his lips. He decided otherwise and his hand trembled fiercely. It was apprehent to all in the room, that someone was about to die. The Emperor took a tiring breath and and said, "Carry on Lord Karanan". Within minutes, the debate continued.
One hour later...
The Imperial Guardsman returned to the Emperor's Chambers. As he entered, (this time everyone noticed and the bickering slowed to a soft whisper) he knelt once more before the Emperor. "Your task has been completed"? The Guardsman said nothing, rather he issued Mwot'ar a salute and returned to his position at the side of the Emperor. "Very well..very well indeed",Mwot'ar stated. The Emperor stood up and everyone in the room along with him. "Gentelman, We will continue this discussion another time",said Mwto'ar. He could see instantly the frustration on the Lord's faces as again, Mwto'ar did not express "support" for one side or the other. This clearly means no action can be taken by either side without his concent. Thusly, reducing it to just talk. Mwto'ar turned and exited the room and with a mighty lung-filled roar, the Chamber members shouted, "Glory Be The Emperor".
Emperor Uganda entered his private chambers and summoned all but the Guardsmen to leave the room. As he approached his chair he spoke, "I trust your assignment was handeled most descretely"? "Yes my Lord", the Guardsman answered. "Good...bring her to me now", Mwto'ar stated. "At once my Lord", he responded. The Guardsman left the room fo a minute and when he returned, he had firm grip, on the arm of a female soldier of the Empire. The soldier was Lt. Col. Natayla Brivk'an of the Sambizie Special Forces (SSF), under command of Lord Karanan's Provisional Imperial Forces. She had proved herself to be meritable to the Emperor, or perhaps it's the fact that she had been secretely been dating Lord Karanan for the past few years. In either case, eventhough the fratinazation umong a Soldier of the Empire and a Lordship is grounds for a dishonarble death, The Emperor had also suspected her of exchanging data to other Lordships in exchange for her lovers political gain.
Natayla was petrified as she was brought into the room. She wept and begged forgiveness. In most cases, one would be honored to be brought before the Emperor, but she carried guilt, deception, and treason on her soul..and this she feared her shadows have come to light and within a few minutes she would be delivered to the abyss. "Please Master, I..I..I'm sorry, I will tell you everything, Please..please..spare me Master..."She stated over and over as she was by now nearly being drug to the Emperor by the Guardsman. The Guardsman released her while pushing her to the floor, "Honor your Master"!, he stated. Natayla crawled over to the chair where the Emperor sat and began to kiss his feet, all the while she begged for mercy and wiped her tears from his feet. The Emperor placed his right hand on her head;
Shhhh...Arise my child, come sit down..
Natayla, still fightened to death slowly "slithered" onto the couch next to mwto'ars chair.
Ahh..thats better.
She had stopped crying with the exception of an ocational whimper. She tried despertly to maintain her composer but she was just to damn scared to gain full bodily control.
Worry not my child, for your time has not yet come. You need not respond but only listen.
Natayla nodded.
I know of your past, your present and you future. I bring you before me today not to pass judgement, but rather to offer you a chance of redemption.
Mwto'ar pulled an envelope from his inside pocket and placed it into Natayla's hands.
You are no longer Lt. Col. Brivk'an, from this day forward, all you need is in that envelope. You will contact no one, speak to no one, and this includes you lover...Lord Karanan..Is this clear?
Natayla again nodded and said nothing.
Succeed in this, and all your aspirations, dreams, and hopes shall be fulfilled. Now...scurrary away my little mouse...
The Guardsman escorted Natayla to the palace exit. As they stepped out the door he pointed in the general direction of several vehicles.
Natayla started to walk towards the vehicles and began to open her envelope. She walked slowly while pulling out several papers consisting of everything to bus, plane, train tickets, reservations, ID's, maps, schematics, and a key with a remote. She pressed the "unlock" button and the tail lights of a SUV she was walking towards blinked on and off. She made her way to the car got in and started it. She drove a few minutes before reaching the palace gates. Several blocks later, she pulled over to get a "better" look at all the paperwork. The one thing she did notice, which she found to be rather odd, was an udressed envelope bearing the Imperial Seal of the Sambizie. She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Ok Natayla..lets start from the begining.."
Two hours later..
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Proceed to 12568NW Ashton Ave. #201. Use keycard #8223 to enter the room. On the bed will be a change of clothes. In the closet there is a brief case, secure this case. After you have changed, burn your uniform in the barrel behind this complex. Return to your vehicle and proceed to Page 2.
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The drums pounded as the Emperor approached his Imperial Chambers. The members stood at attention as Mwto'ar entered the room, then bowed deeply as he took his seat. To the Emperor's left and right stood his Imperial Guardsman. Looking out from his throne, were a row of eight seats, representing the "House of Lords". Behind those seats were sixteen additional seats, represenitive of "His Lords Protectorate" and "Assigned Province Senator".
The discussion opened where it left off so many times in the past. Quiet frankly, the Emperor was displaying a great ammount of restraint and patience buy letting the "sides" carry on with the debate of this topic. It has been a long drawn out debate lasting over one year. Emperor Uganda thought it to be petty bickering, as the only reason these two bodies fill the seats, is by his own pleasing. The two Lordships verbally battled for several hours. All the while the Senator's hurled poll numbers and statistics at the Emperor while the Protectorates tried to maintain logic, compromise, and reason to end the quarals.
The Emperor leaned over in his throne and almost as instantly as the gesture was made to the Guardsman, he knelt before Mwto'ar. The Emperor spoke softly into the Guardsmans ear for a second or two. He promptly stood and exited the room from behind the throne. It was right about then the others stopped bickering and looked at the Emperor with a wide-eyed, paranoid look. One Lord grabed his water glass and attempted to raise it to his lips. He decided otherwise and his hand trembled fiercely. It was apprehent to all in the room, that someone was about to die. The Emperor took a tiring breath and and said, "Carry on Lord Karanan". Within minutes, the debate continued.
One hour later...
The Imperial Guardsman returned to the Emperor's Chambers. As he entered, (this time everyone noticed and the bickering slowed to a soft whisper) he knelt once more before the Emperor. "Your task has been completed"? The Guardsman said nothing, rather he issued Mwot'ar a salute and returned to his position at the side of the Emperor. "Very well..very well indeed",Mwot'ar stated. The Emperor stood up and everyone in the room along with him. "Gentelman, We will continue this discussion another time",said Mwto'ar. He could see instantly the frustration on the Lord's faces as again, Mwto'ar did not express "support" for one side or the other. This clearly means no action can be taken by either side without his concent. Thusly, reducing it to just talk. Mwto'ar turned and exited the room and with a mighty lung-filled roar, the Chamber members shouted, "Glory Be The Emperor".
Emperor Uganda entered his private chambers and summoned all but the Guardsmen to leave the room. As he approached his chair he spoke, "I trust your assignment was handeled most descretely"? "Yes my Lord", the Guardsman answered. "Good...bring her to me now", Mwto'ar stated. "At once my Lord", he responded. The Guardsman left the room fo a minute and when he returned, he had firm grip, on the arm of a female soldier of the Empire. The soldier was Lt. Col. Natayla Brivk'an of the Sambizie Special Forces (SSF), under command of Lord Karanan's Provisional Imperial Forces. She had proved herself to be meritable to the Emperor, or perhaps it's the fact that she had been secretely been dating Lord Karanan for the past few years. In either case, eventhough the fratinazation umong a Soldier of the Empire and a Lordship is grounds for a dishonarble death, The Emperor had also suspected her of exchanging data to other Lordships in exchange for her lovers political gain.
Natayla was petrified as she was brought into the room. She wept and begged forgiveness. In most cases, one would be honored to be brought before the Emperor, but she carried guilt, deception, and treason on her soul..and this she feared her shadows have come to light and within a few minutes she would be delivered to the abyss. "Please Master, I..I..I'm sorry, I will tell you everything, Please..please..spare me Master..."She stated over and over as she was by now nearly being drug to the Emperor by the Guardsman. The Guardsman released her while pushing her to the floor, "Honor your Master"!, he stated. Natayla crawled over to the chair where the Emperor sat and began to kiss his feet, all the while she begged for mercy and wiped her tears from his feet. The Emperor placed his right hand on her head;
Shhhh...Arise my child, come sit down..
Natayla, still fightened to death slowly "slithered" onto the couch next to mwto'ars chair.
Ahh..thats better.
She had stopped crying with the exception of an ocational whimper. She tried despertly to maintain her composer but she was just to damn scared to gain full bodily control.
Worry not my child, for your time has not yet come. You need not respond but only listen.
Natayla nodded.
I know of your past, your present and you future. I bring you before me today not to pass judgement, but rather to offer you a chance of redemption.
Mwto'ar pulled an envelope from his inside pocket and placed it into Natayla's hands.
You are no longer Lt. Col. Brivk'an, from this day forward, all you need is in that envelope. You will contact no one, speak to no one, and this includes you lover...Lord Karanan..Is this clear?
Natayla again nodded and said nothing.
Succeed in this, and all your aspirations, dreams, and hopes shall be fulfilled. Now...scurrary away my little mouse...
The Guardsman escorted Natayla to the palace exit. As they stepped out the door he pointed in the general direction of several vehicles.
Natayla started to walk towards the vehicles and began to open her envelope. She walked slowly while pulling out several papers consisting of everything to bus, plane, train tickets, reservations, ID's, maps, schematics, and a key with a remote. She pressed the "unlock" button and the tail lights of a SUV she was walking towards blinked on and off. She made her way to the car got in and started it. She drove a few minutes before reaching the palace gates. Several blocks later, she pulled over to get a "better" look at all the paperwork. The one thing she did notice, which she found to be rather odd, was an udressed envelope bearing the Imperial Seal of the Sambizie. She took a deep breath and thought to herself, "Ok Natayla..lets start from the begining.."
Two hours later..
Page 1
EYES ONLY
Proceed to 12568NW Ashton Ave. #201. Use keycard #8223 to enter the room. On the bed will be a change of clothes. In the closet there is a brief case, secure this case. After you have changed, burn your uniform in the barrel behind this complex. Return to your vehicle and proceed to Page 2.
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