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Barbarossa II's Reign had only just Begun and it was time to make even more allies with a Large Event. a Kumite would be large in Hataria since They were still a Warrior People, but Barbarossa was going even More, a Kumite with a ball, a Hunt and a Diplomatic Meeting would be The Socal Event in all The known World.

Barbarossa Invited almost half the world for this.

From: His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Barbarossa II of The Empire of Hataria

You have been Invited to a Imperial Ball and Kumite in Honor of The Founding of the Second Hatarian Empire. All Leaders and Ambassors will be guarded by Imperial Navy Sailors.

Signed: Barbarossa II, Emperor and Lord Governer of Hataria.

The Invites were soon sent out to The world.

OOC: Will the nations invited be alerted, or is it just come one come all? I think this could be a good way to mend relations if I was permitted to come...

OOC: Will the nations invited be alerted, or is it just come one come all? I think this could be a good way to mend relations if I was permitted to come...

OOC: It is a Come one Come all mainly.

Prince Alexander XVII shall be attending this event with his fiance Antoinette. His Highness would also like to know whether to bring his own firearm to the hunt or not.

~~~Emcrypted Message~~~
We are not going to attend. With tensions high in the Shazbotdom Empire, diplomatic missions of this type are syspended until further notice.

"Thunk."
It had been a boring day for Tenarius. Running a government that he had designed to not do much was fairly easy, and there wasn't much to do other than filling a execution order for some petty criminals. The occupation of Hatarian China was going smoothly, with Imperial forces largely staying out of the way, aside from the occasional revolt, which were suppressed incredibly ruthlessly. It was funny- the hatred of the Army for the Hatarian barbarians outmatched even their hatred for the Islamic religion, which was substantial, to say the least.

So Tenarius was currently, playing darts. The target was the face of Nehrennia, and Tenarius had been aiming for her eyes for about a half hour. Then the new aide walked in.
"Well, it seems that the new Hatarian Emperor has decided to hold an event. Balls, and all that, even a hunt. Have any interest in attending?"

The only sound that could be heard for the next several seconds was the ticking of a clock in Tenarius's office, as he balanced a dart in his hand.
Then he viciously let fly with the dart. A perfect aim- it whizzed right part the aide, taking off a small part of his ear. As the aide put his hand toward his ear in astonishment, Tenarius got up, and snarled,
"Where have you been, you little snivelling coward! I am perfectly sure not at the front, eh? Where'd you come from, those mountains in the West!?"

"I'm sorry, my Emper-"
"Bah! You idiot! Count yourself lucky I didn't let that dart hit you in the chest- it's a large target, after all."
Grabbing a cigar from his tray, he lit it, and smoked for several minutes, scowling. The aide stood at attention, holding his ear- there was some blood dripping from the ear onto the floor, but Tenarius didn't seem to mind, and the aide sensed that running away was a bad idea.
"Well, a hunt, eh? All the same, I won't go near those bastards. You know what? Send Masaki, the new ambassador. I don't give a damn how he screws up, or what crazy shit he does there- it's not like I care what Barbarossa thinks of me."
"But, my Emperor, isn't it said that Masaki smokes we-"
"Go send Masaki. Would you care to have me repeat it again?"
The aide swallowed his fear, and bowed low.
"No, I'll send Masaki."
"Good, don't even bother posting that we're arriving. Not worth the paper it would be written on."

The aide scrambled out of the door, and Tenarius picked up another dart and threw it.
Bull's eye- finally, one in Nehrennia's eye.

OOC: It is a Come one Come all mainly.

OOC: Cool.

IC:
Tenarius, Siriusa
In his office, Prince Jacob reread the letter from the Hatarians. Although he did not know what a kumite was, per se, he did however notice that there was a new leader. He had heard rumors about the new Emperor Barbarossa II, mostly that he was revolutionary, young, and nearly a billion times more enjoyable than Neherenia. The Prince was intrigued, and sent a letter back to Hataria.

To: Emperor Barbarossa II, Hataria
From: Prince Jacob, Siriusa
Subject: Imperial Ball

I would be honored to attend your ball. Accompanying me shall be my wife Eliza and son Randall. Seeing as how relations were stretched between the Hatarians and Siriusans from the start, this will be an idea time to ease those tensions. I am also looking forward to making the acquaintence of the new emperor.

Best wishes,
Jacob L. Sirius
Prince of Siriusa

OOC: Cool.

IC:
Tenarius, Siriusa
In his office, Prince Jacob reread the letter from the Hatarians. Although he did not know what a kumite was, per se, he did however notice that there was a new leader. He had heard rumors about the new Emperor Barbarossa II, mostly that he was revolutionary, young, and nearly a billion times more enjoyable than Neherenia. The Prince was intrigued, and sent a letter back to Hataria.
You named a city after me? I'm honored.

You named a city after me? I'm honored.

OOC: Actually, it was kinda coincidential. I'd already used the name before, then I found out that was the name of your leader. And it's not exactly common either...

I, Aimless von Strangaild, would be honored to attend the Hatarien ball. As a fellow Dominon member i believe it is important we keep good and healthy relations. You can expect to see me there.

From,

Aimless von Strangaild, Lord Governer and High Leader of Zackaroth.

OCC: ahem, is there somwhere i can find a summary of all of the whole Hataria war?

OCC: ahem, is there somwhere i can find a summary of all of the whole Hataria war?

OOC: Thre's close to 20 threads, but I compiled the links of most of them (excluding the most recent ones) here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=522448).

OCC: ahem, is there somwhere i can find a summary of all of the whole Hataria war?

OOC: Please note that I have already said NO to trying to post ANYTHING about that war or Spamming in any of my RP Threads.

((Retconned))

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Office of the Praetor of Vetalia

We are honored by your invitation and are pleased to announce that the Praetor and his wife, Vladimir and Anna Chernomyrdin, will attend. It will give them a valuable opportunity to see our reconstruction work in progress and to further develop ties between our nations.

We thank you again for this invitation and will be eager to attend,
Viktor Sechin, Proconsul, Office of the Praetor of Vetalia

Official USSW Acceptance of Invitation to the Imperial Ball and Kumite
Although my husband the Lord Governor feels he must remain at home for the sake of Wagdog's security while the Clandonian/Vetakan War yet rages, I would be honored to attend this display of martial prowess and courtly demeanor in his stead. I shall be attending myself, as both Lady Lieutenant-Governess and Secretary General of UFAN; and expect this to be an excellent display of the progress Hataria has made under the reign of His Imperial Majesty Barbarossa II Nakagishima, while still retaining it's cultural heritage all the same. Besides, somebody has to keep an eye on Treasury Secretary Shortclaw while he's prowling around sorting out the gritty details of the rebuilding.

Sincerely,
Christine Friedrich
Deputy Commander-in-Chief, USSW War Office
Deputy Party Secretary, Wagdoggie Revolutionary Party
Deputy General Secretary, USSW Revolutionary Command Council
Lady Lieutenant-Governess, United Socialist States of Wagdog

A lone figure stood, slumped over a small pool, glistening in the moonlight. The figure was grey skinned, incredibly thin, with large grey eyes, and dark yellow fangs behind its crusty purple lips.

20 years ago....

It was at your average Hatarian K mart that Feagol had shopped for many days. His life was happy. His family loved him. He was engaged too be married. It was all until he saw it. A ring, plastic, manufactured in some nation of a nonsensically large population of Asians. It was beautiful. A gold ring. It shone in the sun, glistening in all its cheap plastic glory. Feagol brother, Yeagol saw the ring, and bought it, spending 50 dollars of quarters in the machine in the process. Feagol reasoned with his dear brother, for but a chance too hold such an item of beauty.

"Tis my birthday good brother, will you not allow me such an honor."

"Go fuck yourself." Yeagol spat, stroking the ring, as the cheap plastic began too contract in the suns heat, minimizing too fit his finger. It was then Feagol leapt upon him. They thrashed about at the K Marts entrance, until it was over. It took Feagol smashing Yeagols head in the door 72 times in a row, but it was worth it.

Murderer they called us....they scorned us.....and we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees.....

This of course happened as nobody cared about Yeagols murder, for he was the village idiot. His body was promptly stepped over, and since it was summer anyway, his smashed skull acted as a quaint doorstop. Feagol himself grew in his infatuation, not eating, not traveling in daylight. He now lived in the mountains of Hataria, his only thoughts, the ring of plastic. His cough had grown worse over time. He had forgotten his name. He began too call himself.... Reynald. Reynald lived off cockroaches and whatever you call that green shit that grows on rocks. But two weeks ago, it happened. A group of smelly, hippee Hatarian hikers had tred into his mountain palace. The ring abandon Reynald, which really meant he dropped it while trying too snatch a cockroach off the cave wall. The ring rolled for several hundred feet, until one of the hippees found it.

"Dude....dude.....look.....we could totally.....we could.....*incoherent talk and giggles* we could totally like......take that....."

And so it was, the ring of plastic passed too the hippees, who had been arrested the day after for breaking Hataria's infamous "if we don't like you, we'll bloody well put you in jail" law. The ring passed too a police chief, who died trying too eat the ring, after participating in the local drinking contest. The ring was fished out by the examiner, who threw it away. The garbage truck carrying the ring moved swiftly too Hatarias capitol. Indeed the truck was on its way too the heart of festering garbage and shit in the country.

The ring called Reynald, commanding his will. He walked in the shadows, clothed in a small piece of leather as a loin cloth. He skulked about for weeks, following Hatarias vast network of foreign truck drivers who ran the states ingenious, "dump are shit" policies. The ring had fallen off a truck, and was picked up by an ambiguous statesman of Hataria, who proceeded too give it too his wife when he got home, having realized he had lost his job, been found guilty of 4 counts of embezzlement the day prior, and had been diagnosed with anal cancer some few moment ago. His wife divorced him and took custody of the children, moving too the capitol. She re-married yet another ambiguous Hatarian statesman, who will be attending the ball with his son. Reynald has followed the ring. He skulks about, sitting several hundred yards from the palace, waiting......for his own.....his only......his preciooooous......

A lone figure stood, slumped over a small pool, glistening in the moonlight. The figure was grey skinned, incredibly thin, with large grey eyes, and dark yellow fangs behind its crusty purple lips.

20 years ago....

It was at your average Hatarian K mart that Feagol had shopped for many days. His life was happy. His family loved him. He was engaged too be married. It was all until he saw it. A ring, plastic, manufactured in some nation of a nonsensically large population of Asians. It was beautiful. A gold ring. It shone in the sun, glistening in all its cheap plastic glory. Feagol brother, Yeagol saw the ring, and bought it, spending 50 dollars of quarters in the machine in the process. Feagol reasoned with his dear brother, for but a chance too hold such an item of beauty.

"Tis my birthday good brother, will you not allow me such an honor."

"Go fuck yourself." Yeagol spat, stroking the ring, as the cheap plastic began too contract in the suns heat, minimizing too fit his finger. It was then Feagol leapt upon him. They thrashed about at the K Marts entrance, until it was over. It took Feagol smashing Yeagols head in the door 72 times in a row, but it was worth it.

Murderer they called us....they scorned us.....and we forgot the taste of bread, the sound of trees.....

This of course happened as nobody cared about Yeagols murder, for he was the village idiot. His body was promptly stepped over, and since it was summer anyway, his smashed skull acted as a quaint doorstop. Feagol himself grew in his infatuation, not eating, not traveling in daylight. He now lived in the mountains of Hataria, his only thoughts, the ring of plastic. His cough had grown worse over time. He had forgotten his name. He began too call himself.... Reynald. Reynald lived off cockroaches and whatever you call that green shit that grows on rocks. But two weeks ago, it happened. A group of smelly, hippee Hatarian hikers had tred into his mountain palace. The ring abandon Reynald, which really meant he dropped it while trying too snatch a cockroach off the cave wall. The ring rolled for several hundred feet, until one of the hippees found it.

"Dude....dude.....look.....we could totally.....we could.....*incoherent talk and giggles* we could totally like......take that....."

And so it was, the ring of plastic passed too the hippees, who had been arrested the day after for breaking Hataria's infamous "if we don't like you, we'll bloody well put you in jail" law. The ring passed too a police chief, who died trying too eat the ring, after participating in the local drinking contest. The ring was fished out by the examiner, who threw it away. The garbage truck carrying the ring moved swiftly too Hatarias capitol. Indeed the truck was on its way too the heart of festering garbage and shit in the country.

The ring called Reynald, commanding his will. He walked in the shadows, clothed in a small piece of leather as a loin cloth. He skulked about for weeks, following Hatarias vast network of foreign truck drivers who ran the states ingenious, "dump are shit" policies. The ring had fallen off a truck, and was picked up by an ambiguous statesman of Hataria, who proceeded too give it too his wife when he got home, having realized he had lost his job, been found guilty of 4 counts of embezzlement the day prior, and had been diagnosed with anal cancer some few moment ago. His wife divorced him and took custody of the children, moving too the capitol. She re-married yet another ambiguous Hatarian statesman, who will be attending the ball with his son. Reynald has followed the ring. He skulks about, sitting several hundred yards from the palace, waiting......for his own.....his only......his preciooooous......

OOC: What the?????????????????/

OOC: What the?????????????????/

OOC: I have spoken.

(do you have sea ports Hataria?)

(do you have sea ports Hataria?)

OOC: Yep, The Main ones are Tangalee, Maidia City, Reji, Tokiaszia and Pantarizu.

OOC: What the?????????????????/

OOC: Ever read Lord of the Rings?

And about when would you like your guests to start arriving, and by what means?

(terrific. as my TG explained my Princess will be arriving.)

Royal Navy I pulled into the port city. "Your Majesty we've arrived in Hataria."

"Thank you Captain."

Subaru stepped out and marveld. "What a beautiful city!" She exclaimed.

"Right this way ma'am, we'll check you in with customs."

She sighed "I really wish Mother could have come along. She doesn't get out much."

"You will have a great time ma'am."

Reynald skulked further forward, his muscular thighs reflected against the moonlight.

They stole it from us....kill them! Kill them all! Reynald skulked quickly into a city park, swiftly approaching a Heroin addict. With a quick bite, then addict fell too the earth. Reynald wiped the blood off his chin, and eyed the palace. It would be his.....once more...

CHIA headquarters:

An old dusty and disused radio crackled and beeped, atractig the attention of some janitor on some lonely night.

The janitor, bored beyond belief, decided to try and re-tune the radio.

He was rather suprised by how easy it was, and later by the fact that on the other end was an invitation.

From: His Imperial Majesty, Emperor Barbarossa II of The Empire of Hataria

You have been Invited to a Imperial Ball and Kumite in Honor of The Founding of the Second Hatarian Empire. All Leaders and Ambassors will be guarded by Imperial Navy Sailors.

Signed: Barbarossa II, Emperor and Lord Governer of Hataria.

Looking down at the desk, he saw a note:
Kumite: Diplomatic meeting/peace conferance, send 2 retired agents, armed for H2H, and 4 man escort by air.*

He didn't give the message much thought after that, as he turned and walked away.
Not noticing he had pressed the 'record transmission' button when trying to tune in the radio...

*OOC: Written note in refferance to Hatarian Gladiator contest.
More to come later...

And what is with NA/LOTR?

Reyanld sat quietly behind a tree, across the street. He observed the guards, in a tight formation, protecting the building. He climbed the tree, crawled onto a branch, slinked over too a nest of baby robins, and looked upon them.

Hello little birds........I am Reynald......its ours.....they stole it from us.....and we wants it!!!!

With this he fell upon the tree, and closed his eyes. The four foot tall decrepit man would now sleep in the park, until day was too come. The blood from the heroin addict still had a trace of the narcotic on it, so he found his slumber coming fast.

Reynald would awaken, and then, he would put his plan too action.

[OOC: Does this take place after the talks for rebuilding? Since my nation is under attack from Midlonia, it would be unwise for my MFA to return home openly until that situation is resolved or she can find a disguise. She's ex-military, so she might be interested in the Kumite and/or the ball.]

Anna Chernomyrdin walked through the park early in the morning, sneaking out from the protected compound that she and the Praetor were staying in. The early morning dew condensed on her metallic skin and bronze hair, and every time she blinked small droplets fell off of her artificial lashes. It was the price to pay for her stunning appearance; one might see marked resemblance to a certain Vetalian robot popstar, but the Praetor never commented on the fact.

As she walked, she saw a small man sleeping on a tree. Thinking to herself how the Hatarian nation was still suffering from war and how that tree was likely a better place than the loud, construction sites of the neighborhoods of the capitol, she walked by him without comment or concern. She walked for a time longer, pausing to see the sun rise through a clearance in the park. However, as the sun rose, so did the temperature and noise, and she decided to return to their apartment before suspicion was aroused.

Little did she know just what that man was and what he wanted. As she walked, she could have sworn she heard him mumble something, "precious", perhaps, but shrugged it off. It was going to be a beautiful day in Hataria.

OOC: Rebuilding is underway at this time, so it's during the reconstruction of the city.

Her Excellency will be most pleased to attend the ball. As she is currently in Hataria on rebuilding talks, we request that a plane be allowed to land carrying her evening gowns, along with various items of weaponry for the hunt.

Yours,

Michael Griffon
Understudy to the Minister for Foreign Affairs

Tangalee, Second Hatarian Empire...
The flight by Il-86 had been uneventful, although the aircraft were beginning to show their age and Wagdog was looking at a replacement for its consular aircraft. Lady-Lieutenant Governess Friedrich travelled with a four State Security agents; one of whom, Reginald Drask, was on the verge of retiring and felt he could participate in the fighting if allowed, and even if it went to the level he personally suspected upon hearing the word Kumite. If he died, he'd reckon it a fair end most likely; considering as a fighter he'd have some control over that end, unlike most people when their time came.

Shadowing Friedrich's (gosh what a lovely woman, petite and muscular all at once; and with a honey blonde-haired 'sorority girl' look to her that completely belied the volatile combination of empathy and ruthlessness that lurked behind the angelic face and it's wire-framed glasses) steps, Drask thought he heard somebody drawling out the word "precious" far behind. "Three and Four, go on. Two, Michaels, you're with me. Let's check this out." The delegation were about to depart the newly-reactivated airport and link up with Hatarian transport to the capital, and didn't want to get on the wrong side of the local crime by any means. Hence, the two agents crept off to investigate the sound down an alleyway.

After prowling through the still largely-wrecked alleys of Tangalee for a while though, and perhaps seeing something vaguely-humanoid skittering off in his peripheral vision, Drask gave up. "Never mind, Michaels. Back to the Lady's detail, stat." They briskly ran to catch up with Christine and the other two, those having been left behind rather than three so as to follow only sensible patrol doctrine by always moving in twos for mutual support. Drask made it a point not to make the sorts of stupid mistakes that movie agents always did by patrolling alone. It never works, not even in the movies...

OOC: Hope you dont mind Wagdog.

Air Above Tanglee, Second Hatarian Empire:

Although the Free Dominion of Vetaka was currently in a state of all out war with the United Kingdom of Clandonia however Vetaka wanted to be at this event in Hataria as a result the Vetakan Ambassador to Wagdog had been orderded to attend and the Vice Ambassador to Wagdog as a result was running the Embassy. The Vetakan Foreign Office used modified Bombardier Challenger 604 VIP Aircraft for these sort of events they where white in body but had "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written down the side with the Vetakan Flag blazed across the Tail. Although usually security to this sort of event by Vetakan Protocal was 4 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman howeve due to the recent situation their was 9 VDF Guardsman and the one Ambassador. Although usually Vetakan Fighters would of escorted the Plane to Hataria all of them had been recalled to the Homeland for Defence as a result 2 Wagdog Fighters had been supplied to provide escort.

As the Flight had reached Tanglee the Vetakan Bombardier Pilot began:

"Tanglee Copy. Vetakan Diplomatic Flight Charlie Foxtrot 7 request permission to land?"

OOC: Hope you dont mind Wagdog.

Air Above Tanglee, Second Hatarian Empire:

Although the Free Dominion of Vetaka was currently in a state of all out war with the United Kingdom of Clandonia however Vetaka wanted to be at this event in Hataria as a result the Vetakan Ambassador to Wagdog had been orderded to attend and the Vice Ambassador to Wagdog as a result was running the Embassy. The Vetakan Foreign Office used modified Bombardier Challenger 604 VIP Aircraft for these sort of events they where white in body but had "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written down the side with the Vetakan Flag blazed across the Tail. Although usually security to this sort of event by Vetakan Protocal was 4 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman howeve due to the recent situation their was 9 VDF Guardsman and the one Ambassador. Although usually Vetakan Fighters would of escorted the Plane to Hataria all of them had been recalled to the Homeland for Defence as a result 2 Wagdog Fighters had been supplied to provide escort.

As the Flight had reached Tanglee the Vetakan Bombardier Pilot began:

"Tanglee Copy. Vetakan Diplomatic Flight Charlie Foxtrot 7 request permission to land?"
OOC: Not at all. It would be good to hear of my ambassador to your country's counterpart, in fact. And using my fighters is OK, just so long as we don't violate the deal in the larger war.

Official Communique From The Skgorrian Foreign Ministry

Emperor Barbarossa,

Whilst our two nations have a past of conflict, we hope that we can build a more peaceful future. To show our intentions are honourable, we are sending Storm-General Beckenbauer, current Governor-General of your former territories in western China, to meet with your officials and establish a lasting peace.

If this meets your approval, please state so

OOC: Hope you dont mind Wagdog.

Air Above Tanglee, Second Hatarian Empire:

Although the Free Dominion of Vetaka was currently in a state of all out war with the United Kingdom of Clandonia however Vetaka wanted to be at this event in Hataria as a result the Vetakan Ambassador to Wagdog had been orderded to attend and the Vice Ambassador to Wagdog as a result was running the Embassy. The Vetakan Foreign Office used modified Bombardier Challenger 604 VIP Aircraft for these sort of events they where white in body but had "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written down the side with the Vetakan Flag blazed across the Tail. Although usually security to this sort of event by Vetakan Protocal was 4 VDF Diplomatic Guardsman howeve due to the recent situation their was 9 VDF Guardsman and the one Ambassador. Although usually Vetakan Fighters would of escorted the Plane to Hataria all of them had been recalled to the Homeland for Defence as a result 2 Wagdog Fighters had been supplied to provide escort.

As the Flight had reached Tanglee the Vetakan Bombardier Pilot began:

"Tanglee Copy. Vetakan Diplomatic Flight Charlie Foxtrot 7 request permission to land?"


"Premission to land Granted"

(TOMOYO (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/Tomoyo2.jpg))

Tomoy's maiden Kioko (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/maid.jpg) finished packing Tomoyo's things. Kioko was young with raven black hair, just like Tomoyo's. She was also Tomoyo's age Wearing a very traditional and lacey maid outift "Well your highness your things are packed."

"I perfer if you don't mind to take the Classic H.M.S. Raven. Seeing as it's not very far away, only seveal hours."

"Several hours at best your majesty. If it get's stormy it could take longer."

"It's all right. But I feel whenever I travel in Xanadou I should travel as it was when the region was founded. When Kuroan was founded.

"As you wish your majesty, I will make note right away."

The HMS Raven-Classic was the oldest ship and the most old fassioned, still the reminise of Kurona's isolation days. It was big it was wooded and it was sail powered. Only a handful of ships in the navy have remained that way. In no time The Raven shoved off from port. The only person with Tomoyo was Kiko. Kiko her self could pack heat if she wanted to. Tomoyo felt no need to bring her bodyguards as she was ensure protection by the Hataria navy. But in typical Xanadou fassion a nasty storm (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/Nation%20States/storm2.jpg) struck out of nowhere. Tomoyo was relatively calm, easily sipping her tea.

"Your highness..." Captain Misaki came bellow, dripping wet. "Well it's big all right but nothing I can't handel. We'll probably be late to Hataria if it keeps for much longer."

"I hope we won't be too late."

"I'll do my best your Highness."


Finally after much rough weather they docked up in Hataria, safe and sound. "Great work as always Captain."

"Thank you Highness. I'll be here and waiting anytime you need to come back."

The Chancelloress was examining the beginning of the reconstruction effort when her bleeper went off, informing her that the Cormorant had entered Hatarian Airspace. Instructing the Black Sashes guards to embark, they headed for their cars. With a final admiring look at the effort the Barronian Engineers were making, she disappeared into the tinted windows of the Phantom, and the cavalcade headed off

The Barronian Government Cormorant had just entered Hatarian airspace. Designed by Ypsicron Naval and Aerospace Design, the Government-owned body who spearheaded the designs for most Barronian-designed ships and planes, the design had taken full note of Barronian naval history, making the aircraft boat-hulled, with the twin jet engines above the wing. Looking awkward on land, it did, nonetheless, provide a comfortable and quick transport option and allowed high-ranking personnel to visit ships that were out at sea, whether it be on surprise inspections, or ceremonial visits.

This Cormorant, however, had no passengers. It was carrying a mixture of evening gowns and hunting gear for the Chancelloress's upcoming ball with the Hatarian Emperor. Whilst she was in Hataria, this was one thing she had not accounted for, so this private flight had been dispatched.

"Damn, I hate these long haul flights. What's the heading again?"
"Know how you feel. And to take some damn dresses out...I mean, really. Heading to Tanglee, two-four-one."
"Two-four-one, check. Tanglee Approach, Bravo niner-three-three is with you, type Cormorant. Requesting permission for full stop."

OOC:PAB Cormorant (http://img143.imageshack.us/my.php?image=pabcormorant1qo0.jpg)

K Division Headquarters, Kurskograd:

"You need to send someone to that thing."
"No I don't."
"Yes you do, we've been ordered to."
"What fucking order? I don't see any order. I'm not going near Hataria without a fucking written guarantee that the Space Force will turn it into a mushy puddle of nothing at the slightest provocation."
"Well, yeh, that's fair enough, but..."
"But nothing. K Division isn't going. Let the bloody Skgorrians have fun talking to those filthy sub-human animals."
"Alright, alright, you're the boss."
"Damn right I'm the boss. Now pass me the report on those dissidents at the Central University, will you?"

Reynald stirred, scratched his backside, and woke in the daylight. He had spent his night dreaming of his precious. The one ring. The one ring.... it was too be his..... But he had too bide time. He looked about, only too see a young woman walking away. He judged that her flesh would be fairly tasty, but realized this would be too risky. He began peeling bark off the tree, and chewing quickly. Then heroin was now past through his system, as he peed off the branch onto the sidewalk. He decided that the party was still too get underway, so he should walk about, too stretch his legs. He got down from the tree, and scurried along the sidewalk muttering too himself.


Mine....my own.....my preciooous.....

OOC:
I guess Hataria is ignoring my encrypted message to his government? Figures...

Asuka liked balls, But Two of The Guests coming she hated because they came from Two enemies of Hataria, Demon 666 and Skgorria. If she was in charge she would shoot them on sight.

But Barbarossa wanted them for The Ball and Kumite, but Asuka knew that The Two would try and tell the other guests NOTto ally with Hataria. Barbarossa had Invited most of The Nations for a Diplomatic Meeting to form a New allaince, The Confederacy of Free Nations (CFN) it was to be named. if a Nazi Nation like Skgorria joined, it would be like The GASN, GDI and SL......Unless something happened to the ambassors from Skgorria and Demon 666.

That was why she was invited a Guest also. Since Hatarian Nobles and Chiefs from The Tribes, know one took a Ganger at the Woman coming into The Palace. She wore a Chinese Dress and her hair was in Two Buns, and she had a Parasol (a Type of Umbrella) which she carried Everywhere. Lady Kagura was now in Tangalee.

Aimless didn't know why the hell he sent a message. He was already ready in Hataria from the talks, so why did he sent the damn message?. Aimless sighed as he sat back in his limo. One thing about he never seemed to have any guards around him. He always said he could take care of himself. The limo started to pull up torwards the Palace and Aimless got ready to get out.

Pope Athanasius came out to Meet Aimless on his way to greet Princess Subaru Akoowa.

"Hello Ambassor Aimless" He said. "Here for the ball I guess?"

OOC: just a small note. aimless is the leader of Zackaroth. If you knew that then dont mind this message.

IC: Aimless bowed to the Pope. " Yes indeed. But I feel a little guilty I am more here for the hunt. While parties and feasts are nice. There is nothing like hunting a worthy animal and killing it. I have not been on a hunt in ages. Very hard to hunt when your nation is mostly full of sand" Aimless said laughing a little as he got out of his limo.

Reynald leaned over too urinate on a fire hydrant, before continuing on. He was in front of a butcher shop, staring hungrily through the windown. Quickly, he lid into the store. A fat italian man was whistiling sterotypically, while chopping some meat. Reynald climbed up the wall, over the italian, and into the back. In a jar, on the counter, lay a jar of fresh boar testicles. Reynald opened the jar in haste and went too town.

Tangalee was crawling with Imperial Sailors and Tribal Horsemen, all Armed with weapons. Protecting The Guests was top on the list and in charge of Protection was Grand General Kaze Ayanami (http://www.supersentai.com/database/2006_boukenger/images/bou-vi-shizuka.jpg), one fo the Few Grand Generals in The Hatarian Imperial Army.

"Kaze Glad for Ball" She said to her self, always Refering her self in The Third Person. "Kaze Protect all Guests."

[OOC: NA, what does this Gollum knockoff have to do with the Hatarian ball / kumite?]
IC:

Ms. Levitt had not brought a ball dress with her, not knowing when she left that there was a ball planned. She therefore had to see if there was a shop in Tangalee that had survived the war.

"You wouldn't happen to know if there's a place I can get a ball dress on short notice?" she asked the nearest Imperial Navy sailor. "Or even a tailor?"

[OOC: NA, what does this Gollum knockoff have to do with the Hatarian ball / kumite?]
IC:

Ms. Levitt had not brought a ball dress with her, not knowing when she left that there was a ball planned. She therefore had to see if there was a shop in Tangalee that had survived the war.

"You wouldn't happen to know if there's a place I can get a ball dress on short notice?" she asked the nearest Imperial Navy sailor. "Or even a tailor?"

"Over there." He said, Pointing to a Hut near The Dock. It was a Large Hut and in The Ryou Style, over by it was Grand General Kaze.

"Thanks." Ms. Levitt smiled and walked over to the hut. Rummaging in her pocket for scrap paper, she scribbled her measurements (in metric) down and looked around for a dress in her size and suitable for the occasion. Being ex-military and versed in unarmed combat, she decided she'd also be interested in the Kumite and began looking for martial arts gear.

She walked around in the women's department, looking for someone who could help her find what she was looking for.

[OOC: NA, what does this Gollum knockoff have to do with the Hatarian ball / kumite?]
IC:

Ms. Levitt had not brought a ball dress with her, not knowing when she left that there was a ball planned. She therefore had to see if there was a shop in Tangalee that had survived the war.

"You wouldn't happen to know if there's a place I can get a ball dress on short notice?" she asked the nearest Imperial Navy sailor. "Or even a tailor?"


OOC: Hataria ignores 95% of posts anyway, so I might as well.


With the testicles eaten, he scurried out of the shop, whilst being spotted by the Italian.

"Was a matta you?"

The Italian ran after Reyanld, swinging a rolling pin. Reynald dashed down the street on all fours, changing streets, crashing into a dumpster. Several hobos stirred inside the dumpster, eventually stumbling out in a drunken fit.

"Heyyy....di....isss.....*hick*....our spot!!!"

"Where is my precious???"

Reynald leapt upon the lead hobo, scratching and biting viscously. The Hobo king leaned against the dumpster, too catch his breath. Reynald was clever by now, he grabbed the lid, and smashed it upon the hobos skull. He bared his teeth at the hobos, all 6 of them. They bowed in a drunken fit, eventually falling uneasily. Reynald looked over the host of hobos.

"Good, good, follow me hobos.....those tricksy hobistses erm..... I mean hatarians....."

He motioned for the bums too follow, which they did, as much as thier blurred vision would suffice.

OOC: Hataria ignores 95% of posts anyway, so I might as well.


With the testicles eaten, he scurried out of the shop, whilst being spotted by the Italian.

"Was a matta you?"

The Italian ran after Reyanld, swinging a rolling pin. Reynald dashed down the street on all fours, changing streets, crashing into a dumpster. Several hobos stirred inside the dumpster, eventually stumbling out in a drunken fit.

"Heyyy....di....isss.....*hick*....our spot!!!"

"Where is my precious???"

Reynald leapt upon the lead hobo, scratching and biting viscously. The Hobo king leaned against the dumpster, too catch his breath. Reynald was clever by now, he grabbed the lid, and smashed it upon the hobos skull. He bared his teeth at the hobos, all 6 of them. They bowed in a drunken fit, eventually falling uneasily. Reynald looked over the host of hobos.

"Good, good, follow me hobos.....those tricksy hobistses erm..... I mean hatarians....."

He motioned for the bums too follow, which they did, as much as thier blurred vision would suffice.

OOC: Well can you stop spamming this up? i doubt anyone wants to read this terrible LOTR rip off while trying to rp.

The Concorde slowed as it entered Hatarian airspace, disengaging its afterburners and lowering its altitude. "Hatarian tower, this is Orielle 1 and Epsilon 1 through 4. Requesting permission to land."

The Concorde was flanked by four F-119 Banshee interceptors, fully armed and ready to engage anything that threatened his Excellency.

"Thanks." Ms. Levitt smiled and walked over to the hut. Rummaging in her pocket for scrap paper, she scribbled her measurements (in metric) down and looked around for a dress in her size and suitable for the occasion. Being ex-military and versed in unarmed combat, she decided she'd also be interested in the Kumite and began looking for martial arts gear.

She walked around in the women's department, looking for someone who could help her find what she was looking for.


All Over the Hut, Blacksmiths and tailors were working and dresses and Weapons for The Ball and the Kumite. This Event was going to be today......of all days, it was Empress Serena's Birthday, a Month long Hatarian National Holiday that started in Serena's Reign. Tangalee, even though it was being Rebuilt still was Decked with Flowers and Ribbons.

The Oka Festival and other Holidays were Shineing Holidays in the nations They are held in, The Empress Birthday would be like them.

OOC: Well can you stop spamming this up? i doubt anyone wants to read this terrible LOTR rip off while trying to rp.

ooc: Its IC so its not really spam. Just give Reynald the preicous, Hataria. Thats all.


Reynald looked over his host of bums.


"Good....good....many have come.....I now control you, under the power of the precious!"

A chorus of ear splitting drunkan revilry shot up from the 25 hobos.

"We must arm.....for the precious......Find every trash can lid, beer bottle, and other garabage that can be used for weaponry!"

Another chorus of drunken yelps.

"MY PREICOUSSS!!!

OOC: New Ausha, you are either inspired or touched by madness, but it made me laugh. Literally.

To: Hatarian Foreign Affairs Office
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: Imperial Ball

General of the Home Guard and Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty will be attending your ball. He will be traveling by the battle-yacht “White Dawn” with full compliment, should things go nasty. He will provide his own transportation to and from the ball, and will be accompanied by 10 armed guards, in accordance with tradition. They will wait out side of the ballroom, except for the General’s aide. General Wincenty will be armed as well, in accordance with tradition.

General Wincenty would like to inquire as to if there will be an open bar, and if there any good bowling alleys near by.

- Klara Mykhaila
Director, State Department
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

Off the Hatarian Coast
Prince Jacob watched the coastline of Hataria seemingly rising up from out of the ocean, beyond the horizon. The RSS Hu, a Nimitz-Class cruiser fitted more for luxury than war (even though it could still hold its own in combat), drew ever closer. On board was the Prince's wife Eliza, his son Randall, and enough of a crew to man the ship and the aircraft on board. The Prince's private jet was modeled much like a bomber, only it was made to be carried by the Hu and it was made to carry people, not explosives. What would have been the bomb bay was also much more comfortable and more closely resembled the inside of a very nice commercial airliner. The Prince did not actually fly the plane, his chauffer did (his chauffer flew/piloted a number of things, including cars, planes, helicopters, and submarines). Also aboard the Hu were 24 of the new F-103 Fighters (four would accompany the Prince into Hataria), 8 S-3 Vikings, 6 EA-6B Prowlers and pair of C-2 Greyhounds. The Siriusans had previously sent a notice to the Hatarians informing them that the Siriusan prescence would not be a threat and that the Hu would let the Hatarians be unmolested.

Nonetheless, Prince Jacob was slightly nervous. So many things could go wrong. The Hatarians could percieve the Siriusan prescence as a threat, he could say something that was an insult in Hataria, he could make a fool of himself, and so much else. He checked his watch. Only one hour until they took off for the Hatarian mainland.

The roar of the engines died as the Hu came to rest, Some 60 nautical miles from the Hatarian coast. On the carrier, the pilots were preparing or takeoff. The royal family and their personal guards were already on board their private aircraft, ready for takeoff. Two F-103s rolled down the runway, one after the other, and took to the air. The Prince's plane followed, and then the other two F-103s.

"Siriusan air to Hatarian ground," the Prince's pilot said, "requesting permission to land."

Aimless walked torwards the Palace hoping to meet someone there. He looked around saw security was tight. As he expected. He was just hoping it was tight enough. He really didn't want to attend the ball and have some looney come in and start a shoot out or blow himself up.

TO: The Hatarian Foreign Affairs Office
FROM: Vice Admiral Nicholas Haw

I would like to say that the United Dominion will have somebody at your ball, he is the commander of the United Dominion Navy within your waters. He is under the command of three UDN fleets; the Black sea Fleet, the Conqueror X Fleet and the Conqueror Black Fleet. The United Dominion is protecting your waters until we are ordered to come home.

Anyways, Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, Baron of Austria, will be coming to this ball. He will arrive by helicopter a the port in half an hour. A car is waiting there to take him to the palace. It is protected by United Dominion Naval Marines.

Signed,
Sir Nicholas Haw
Vice Admiral of the United Dominion Navy
Current Commander of the UDN Conqueror Black

ooc: Its IC so its not really spam. Just give Reynald the preicous, Hataria. Thats all.


Reynald looked over his host of bums.


"Good....good....many have come.....I now control you, under the power of the precious!"

A chorus of ear splitting drunkan revilry shot up from the 25 hobos.

"We must arm.....for the precious......Find every trash can lid, beer bottle, and other garabage that can be used for weaponry!"

Another chorus of drunken yelps.

"MY PREICOUSSS!!!

OOC: I find this Funny.

IC: Alerted by reports of a Mob of Drunks. 50 Ten'ho Warriors, 30 Imperial Sailors and 70 Horsemen backed up by Two CT-24 Main Battle Tanks soon headed for the Mob

"THIS IS THE HATARIAN NAVY!" the lead Sailor yelled, "UP YOUR HANDS UP AND SURDENER! BY ORDER OF EMPEROR BARBAROSSA II!"

The Concorde slowed as it entered Hatarian airspace, disengaging its afterburners and lowering its altitude. "Hatarian tower, this is Orielle 1 and Epsilon 1 through 4. Requesting permission to land."

The Concorde was flanked by four F-119 Banshee interceptors, fully armed and ready to engage anything that threatened his Excellency.

"Premission Granted."

Off the Hatarian Coast
Prince Jacob watched the coastline of Hataria seemingly rising up from out of the ocean, beyond the horizon. The RSS Hu, a Nimitz-Class cruiser fitted more for luxury than war (even though it could still hold its own in combat), drew ever closer. On board was the Prince's wife Eliza, his son Randall, and enough of a crew to man the ship and the aircraft on board. The Prince's private jet was modeled much like a bomber, only it was made to be carried by the Hu and it was made to carry people, not explosives. What would have been the bomb bay was also much more comfortable and more closely resembled the inside of a very nice commercial airliner. The Prince did not actually fly the plane, his chauffer did (his chauffer flew/piloted a number of things, including cars, planes, helicopters, and submarines). Also aboard the Hu were 24 of the new F-103 Fighters (four would accompany the Prince into Hataria), 8 S-3 Vikings, 6 EA-6B Prowlers and pair of C-2 Greyhounds. The Siriusans had previously sent a notice to the Hatarians informing them that the Siriusan prescence would not be a threat and that the Hu would let the Hatarians be unmolested.

Nonetheless, Prince Jacob was slightly nervous. So many things could go wrong. The Hatarians could percieve the Siriusan prescence as a threat, he could say something that was an insult in Hataria, he could make a fool of himself, and so much else. He checked his watch. Only one hour until they took off for the Hatarian mainland.

The roar of the engines died as the Hu came to rest, Some 60 nautical miles from the Hatarian coast. On the carrier, the pilots were preparing or takeoff. The royal family and their personal guards were already on board their private aircraft, ready for takeoff. Two F-103s rolled down the runway, one after the other, and took to the air. The Prince's plane followed, and then the other two F-103s.

"Siriusan air to Hatarian ground," the Prince's pilot said, "requesting permission to land."

"Premission Granted."

Hataria... anything for me? If not, I'll RP my leader arriving.

CHIA headquarters:

An old dusty and disused radio crackled and beeped, atractig the attention of some janitor on some lonely night.

The janitor, bored beyond belief, decided to try and re-tune the radio.

He was rather suprised by how easy it was, and later by the fact that on the other end was an invitation.

Looking down at the desk, he saw a note:

He didn't give the message much thought after that, as he turned and walked away.
Not noticing he had pressed the 'record transmission' button when trying to tune in the radio...

*OOC: Written note in refferance to Hatarian Gladiator contest.
More to come later...

The next day, intelleence officers filed to their desks, one intern notices a counsole along the way, rather messy, and being the dutiful 'new guy' started cleaning up, accidentally pressing a button while shoveling out reams of old paper filled with illegiable hand-written notes.

The Hatarian invitation played at full volume...

The intern almost died o embarassment, as he was not at his desk, and was going through someone else's things...

A senoir officer, recognizing the words 'Kumite', 'Hataria' and little else of the message, asked the intern to figure out what it meant.

The intern filed his report about 2 hours later, surmising that Hataria had just undergone a massive regime chance followed by many forced social reforms, followed by a brief occupation, which the Hurtians gave a slight bit of opposition to the less than ethical treatment of said nation, and a summarised list of past involvements with Hataria, including a short GASN-ICC case accusing them of beng 'freeloading-warmongers' in which the Hurtians were instrumental in commuting the sentance to a permement ban of their nation from the GASN, a small skirmish in Morroco, which was mostly against Axis Nova, and a 'Kumite tournament' and a failure to find their country due to electro-magnetic interference sending their plane considerably off-course.

Being shorthanded of experianced government agents, or even willing diplomats, the intern was tasked to prepare himself to open relations with the Hatarians, and to find 'expendable' people willing to go with.

He eventually stumbled upon a Janitor musing on what the weather was like in Hataria this time of year in the hallway...

"Roger."
The Siriusan jets circled in to land like vultures out of the sky before touching down onto the tarmac.

After the planes had braked to a halt and the dust cleared, the Siriusan Royal Family and the guards stepped down from the plane.

OOC: Sorry for the crappy IC post, it's been a long day.

OOC: New Ausha, you are either inspired or touched by madness, but it made me laugh. Literally.

To: Hatarian Foreign Affairs Office
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: Imperial Ball

General of the Home Guard and Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty will be attending your ball. He will be traveling by the battle-yacht “White Dawn” with full compliment, should things go nasty. He will provide his own transportation to and from the ball, and will be accompanied by 10 armed guards, in accordance with tradition. They will wait out side of the ballroom, except for the General’s aide. General Wincenty will be armed as well, in accordance with tradition.

General Wincenty would like to inquire as to if there will be an open bar, and if there any good bowling alleys near by.

- Klara Mykhaila
Director, State Department
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”


Ok, We will be waiting.

After the long, boring meeting, finding a martial arts suit for the Kumite, and getting fitted for a dress for the ball, Foreign Minister Rachel Levitt was ready for the ball. The dress was a bit short and showed a lot of cleavage, but she was fine with that. It had a tropical print on a light blue background, and beads running down the neckline.

She looked in a mirror. Nice. I think this ball will be a bit of fun. Ms. Levitt nodded to the tailor and pulled out her credit card.

OOC: Let us say if my Emperor decides to invest in your country or to give a loan with no interest, do I get things like a non-agression agreement with you and maybe an economic interest?:p

OOC: Let us say if my Emperor decides to invest in your country or to give a loan with no interest, do I get things like a non-agression agreement with you and maybe an economic interest?:p

OOC: Yep

OOC: YepOOC: Alright, as long I do not have to go to war there should not be no problem and now I will post ont he other thread meant for this, sorry for the mix up.

Two of the Banshees landed first in a neat row, then the Concorde, and finally the final pair of escorts. It wheeled next to the Siriusan delegation, the ramp dropping open and a group of people emerging.

Prince Alexander XVII was a big man by any standard, topping at a good 6'5" and over 250 pounds. He wore a simple blue dress shirt and grey trousers, and a pair of dark sunglasses to ward off the sun. Where he was tall, big, blonde-haired and blue-eyed, his fiance Antoinette was short, slender, and had hazel eyes to complement her dark brown hair. She wore a tasteful sundress and a straw hat whose specific name eludes the player at the moment.

Alexander made his way over to the Siruisan Royal Family, tousling Randall's hair, kissing Eliza's hand, and shaking hands firmly with Jacob. "Morning, chaps," he said cheerfully. "How are you today?"

It was an especially boring day at Government Center. The vice president was sitting in his chair, looking down at recent intelligence reports and reviewing a budget plan for another revamp of the Asgarnian Naval Force. It was at this time that his personal assistant, whose office was just ahead of his, came in.

"What do you want? Can't you see that I'm working?" St. Aubin asked.

"Sir, I was instructed to give this to you by President Herbert," his assistant snapped.

"Well, in that case, give it here," St. Aubin ordered.

His assistant handed him the letter and waited for his response.

"I'll be damned! This is great!" St. Aubin shouted.

"Sir, what's going on?" his assistant inquired.

"Hataria's pulled a complete '360'," St. Aubin stated.

"I'm thoroughly impressed. What do you want to do?" his assistant asked.

"Get me a VC-97 and two F-19's for escort and assemble my personal diplomatic staff. I'm going to the event," St. Aubin demanded.

"Yes, sir!" the assistant responded.

-----

The F-19's were readied, armed only with defensive armaments, consisting primarily of the aircraft's 27mm cannon; but each was armed with four AAM-37 Air-to-Air Missiles. The pilots were not exactly happy with their mission, but it was their duty.

The VC-97 Sparrow government/VIP transport aircraft was packed with more than seventy staff, mostly diplomatic personnel. The VC-97 and the F-19's were painted in a celebratory paint scheme, with the Asgarnian flag and the olive branch as main themes.

The aircraft taxied onto the extra-wide runway at Governor Thale AFB, and took off, headed for Hataria.

-----

Several Hours Later...

The aircraft were just about to reach Hatarian airspace, the pilots began to request permission to enter and land.

"Hatarian control, this is Air Force Two of the Asgarnian Air Force; carrying Vice President Michael St. Aubin and his diplomatic staff. We have a compliment of two F-19 fighters for protection, and we request permission to enter Hatarian airspace. Do you read? Over..."

Alexander made his way over to the Siruisan Royal Family, tousling Randall's hair, kissing Eliza's hand, and shaking hands firmly with Jacob. "Morning, chaps," he said cheerfully. "How are you today?"

"Ouagadougou!" Jacob said, smiling at the large, friendly Ezaltian (Ouagadougou was the phrase used by Siriusans to greet people of a high status). "We're doing fine, a little jet-lagged, but nothing serious. How are you?"

Eliza greeted Antoinette civilly, they were not old friends like their husbands, they just knew each other. "How are things going for you?" Eliza asked politely, but before she could say another word, Randall darted between them and grabbed Eliza's and Antoinette's hands, yelling, "Mom, Miz Ann, lemme show you some of the furry elephants they have here! Can I have one mom? Can I have one, puh-leeeeeeeze?"
Eliza sighed and shook her head. At only 6 years old, Randall was starting to take advantage of his royal standing by asking for whatever he wanted. "Please excuse our son," she apologized to Antoinette, "This is actually the first time he's been on an airplane or out of the country, so he's a little excited." She turned to Randall. "Now go and annoy Daddy and Mr. Alexander."

Randall happily skipped off toward his father and the Ezaltian Prince. "Daddy, when are the people who you said were going to be here?"
"They'll be here soon," Jacob said, then turned back to Alexander. "So do you know really what's going to happen? I heard about a ball and a hunt and a kuma-whatchamacallit, which is apparently a fight, but I haven't heard of anything else. How about you?"

OOC: Hataria I take it from your IC post you don't mind me sending someone?

IC:

Airspace above Hataria

Beckenbauer's sleep was disturbed by the droning voice of his CFSS attaché and a gentle prod on the shoulder.
"Storm-General, we're about begin our decent into Hataria," spoke the small man sitting next to Beckenbauer.
"Hmm what?" he yawned, stretching out as much as one could in the passenger seat of a converted B1-bomber. "We're almost at Hataria," repeated the attaché, rolling his eyes, "so wake the hell up."
"I am awake," snapped the Storm-General, glaring at the insolent intelligence officer. "I'm in charge here Gorobets, lest you forget that."
"Jawohl Storm-General," grinned Gorobets, giving a mock salute before sitting back and reading a book.
Arrogant! Foolish! Why of all people did I have Gorobets on this one? despaired Beckenabuer internally.

Hatarian radar screens would pick up a B1 bomber with 4 Su-47 fighters entering their airspace, transmitting Skgorrian IFF codes.
"This is Sturmbahn 1, carrying Storm-General Beckenbauer for the Kumite. We request permission to land."

OOC: I take it from your posts you don't mind if Droskianishk sends a representative.


The Gulf Stream IV jet came barrelling towards Hatarian air space, trying to get in contact with Hatarian authorities.

His Eminence Grace King Sikako Kutz I of Droskianishk wishes to have a representative to visit the nation of Hataria, to witness for the king Hatarian customs. We have heard much of Hataria, little of it good but we wish to see for ourselves, a Gulf Stream IV jet carrying his Grace Prince Silas Kutz, the Kings nephew, to Hataria, please respond.

The Arch Arsonist stood, stretching, awaked by the customary cannon fire of entering a port.

“Who the fuck told them to treat the Hatarians civily?” he said aloud to no one. He had passed out while reading the classic book “Lincoln”…

Half an hour later, Adam Wincenty stood on the deck near the gangplank in full dress. The banhammer hung from his left while a platinum L-26 Doomingsland Pistol hung on his right.

“Gentlemen, are we ready to greet the Hatarians?” he said, addressing the 10 soldiers who would guard him, all in mess dress; all holding DR-83-IIs up and out.

“Sir, we are ready” spoke Major Reinhard, a member of the 1st Mer de Noms Guard’s intelligence force.

The 10 marched in an “H” formation down the gangplank. Some woman in blue (http://www.supersentai.com/database/2006_boukenger/images/bou-vi-shizuka.jpg) was muttering to herself under her breath. General Wincenty looked her up and down with his piercing blue eyes before exclaiming “My, aren’t you a special one!”

Most diplomats traveled in Mercedes or higher, Wincenty, despite arriving in a 600+ meter dreadnought, traveled in a Hyundai. They’d arrive at the ball in twenty minutes.

The arrive of Fleet Admiral William Bekkener at the port of Tangalee had happen. The old sixty year Baron of Austria, a title he got after his father died two years ago, exited his helicopter and got into a waiting black sedan. In front and rear of the sedan were blue hummers, which had four United Dominion Naval Marines each in their hold. There were two special United Dominion Naval Marines that wear a darker blue body armor and white capes, which hung over their right arms.

Anyways, the convey started towards the palace without speeding. After arriving at the palace for the ball, the vehicles came to a stop at the front stairs.

The Baron, wearing his Dominion Navy Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DominionNavyUniform.jpg) with his Fleet Admiral rank on it, stepped out of the sedan. His head was full of short gray hair and he had a full matching gray beard. He walked up to the nearest Hatarian servant or guard, whomever was the closest. His Honor Guards, the one wearing the darker blue body armor and white capes,

“Hello, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, can you show me to where the ball is being held at?” asked the old man, at his waist in a holster was a Super Emperor revolver (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SuperEmperor.jpg), which was chambered in .50 Action Express, it was for the hunt.

His Honor Guards, resting their Devil Arms sub-machine guns in their arms, stood behind the Fleet Admiral.

From: President Jonathan R Hasley
To: Emperor Barborossa II

On behalf of Cazelia i shall attend this ball, but only for diplomatic reasons.
and that i am very bored.

and by the way, if you need some security, we have a Cazelian guard
regiment and a division of Marines

Jonathan R Hasley

Aurum 1, the C130J cargo plane converted into the High General's jet, slowly desecended and landed in the Hatarian airport. The High General and his wife, resplendent in the golden ceromonial clothes of Aurum Domus, and their guard of 20 Imperial Marines dressed in ceromonial navy blue and gold uniforms steeped off the plane into a waiting APC. In every Marine's scabbard there was a sword styled like the mameluke swords of the USMC, these swords weren't just for show. They were always kept sharp and could cleave a man in 2 with one stroke. In their hands they held AMP-1 machine pistols, a domestic copy of the HK MP7 with several improvements. Even the High General himself carried a weapon, a gold plated TDX .40 with the countries motto and his name engraved into the slide. It had been a birthday gift from his wife and he was happy to be able to show it off. This ball would be splendid.

"Ouagadougou!" Jacob said, smiling at the large, friendly Ezaltian (Ouagadougou was the phrase used by Siriusans to greet people of a high status). "We're doing fine, a little jet-lagged, but nothing serious. How are you?"

Eliza greeted Antoinette civilly, they were not old friends like their husbands, they just knew each other. "How are things going for you?" Eliza asked politely, but before she could say another word, Randall darted between them and grabbed Eliza's and Antoinette's hands, yelling, "Mom, Miz Ann, lemme show you some of the furry elephants they have here! Can I have one mom? Can I have one, puh-leeeeeeeze?"
Eliza sighed and shook her head. At only 6 years old, Randall was starting to take advantage of his royal standing by asking for whatever he wanted. "Please excuse our son," she apologized to Antoinette, "This is actually the first time he's been on an airplane or out of the country, so he's a little excited." She turned to Randall. "Now go and annoy Daddy and Mr. Alexander."

Randall happily skipped off toward his father and the Ezaltian Prince. "Daddy, when are the people who you said were going to be here?"
"They'll be here soon," Jacob said, then turned back to Alexander. "So do you know really what's going to happen? I heard about a ball and a hunt and a kuma-whatchamacallit, which is apparently a fight, but I haven't heard of anything else. How about you?"

Roaring, Alexander reached down and grabbed the young Siriusan, spinning him around a few times and then carrying him easily on his shoulders. "Not sure how this is going to work, mate," the Ezaltian Prince replied, shrugging and bouncing Randall a few inches. "I brought my brother's rifle for the hunt, and I suppose I'll just watch the..uh...fight thing."

Meanwhile, Antoinette and Eliza were becoming fast friends. Under normal circumstances, they probably wouldn't have talked that much, but being allies in the middle of a hostile country helped a good deal. "Speaking of those hairy elephants, do you have any idea how we're going to get there? I hope we don't have to ride them, I'm wearing a dress."

After hearing about this event, Kriegos diplomats had just this to say:

http://www.daspace.net/forums/Smileys/default/evil.gifsweat!!

The general pounded his fist repeatedly into the plane as he sighed.
"Why me, why me, why me, why me?!"
But Liuetenant Colonel Masaki knew why. The Commander of the Western front during the war against Hataria, he had badly in failed in stopping fresh Muslim offensives during the Hatarian wars. It was under his command that the largest oil refinary in the Empire had been hit by suicide bombers, and a couple of small towns had actually been captured by the Islamist forces, though only for a couple days.
Tenarius was furious. He demoted the General to a Lieutenant Colonel, removed him from command and assigned to him a post in the Northeast, which meant nothing and was a great humiliation. Moreover, his successor had done a impressive job- Marshall Morihume had crushed the Islamist forces and captured their leader, Caliph Elar al-Jazar, in less than three weeks. Masaki was badly humilated, and had even contemplated suicide.
And now this- he had been called to Amor, and he had hoped Tenarius had forgiven. Instead, a visibly furious Tenarius had ordered him to go this Hatarian banquet.
Masaki had no choice- the Emperor's will was law. But as he cradled a .45 pistol in his holster, he honestly wished he didn't have to attend.

3 hours later, the Hatarian airports would pick up a transmission:
Imperial ship requests to land in Hatarian territory. Over.

The High General and his party walked in and greeted their allies in the Wagdoggian and Vetakan delegations.

Roaring, Alexander reached down and grabbed the young Siriusan, spinning him around a few times and then carrying him easily on his shoulders. "Not sure how this is going to work, mate," the Ezaltian Prince replied, shrugging and bouncing Randall a few inches. "I brought my brother's rifle for the hunt, and I suppose I'll just watch the..uh...fight thing."

Meanwhile, Antoinette and Eliza were becoming fast friends. Under normal circumstances, they probably wouldn't have talked that much, but being allies in the middle of a hostile country helped a good deal. "Speaking of those hairy elephants, do you have any idea how we're going to get there? I hope we don't have to ride them, I'm wearing a dress."

Jacob shook his head as Randall bounced up and down on Alexander's shoulder. "Well I certainly hope they don't expect us to fight. I didn't happen to bring my boxing gloves, and I don't exactly see how that would help international relationships, but... whatever floats their boat."

Aurum 1, the C130J cargo plane converted into the High General's jet, slowly desecended and landed in the Hatarian airport. The High General and his wife, resplendent in the golden ceromonial clothes of Aurum Domus, and their guard of 20 Imperial Marines dressed in ceromonial navy blue and gold uniforms steeped off the plane into a waiting APC. In every Marine's scabbard there was a sword styled like the mameluke swords of the USMC, these swords weren't just for show. They were always kept sharp and could cleave a man in 2 with one stroke. In their hands they held AMP-1 machine pistols, a domestic copy of the HK MP7 with several improvements. Even the High General himself carried a weapon, a gold plated TDX .40 with the countries motto and his name engraved into the slide. It had been a birthday gift from his wife and he was happy to be able to show it off. This ball would be splendid.


"Premission Granted" The Tower Operator said to The Planes that were coming in.

From: President Jonathan R Hasley
To: Emperor Barborossa II

On behalf of Cazelia i shall attend this ball, but only for diplomatic reasons.
and that i am very bored.

and by the way, if you need some security, we have a Cazelian guard
regiment and a division of Marines

Jonathan R Hasley

No Nead, our Sailors can Guard you just fine, Oh and a Division of marines is overblowing it. We have Peacekeepers here so you will be fine.

PS; If you try getting your Cazelian guard regiment and division of Marines into Hataria with out my say so, you will be kicked out, We heard of you Declareing war on us.

Pope Athanasius came out to Meet Aimless on his way to greet Princess Subaru Akoowa.

"Hello Ambassor Aimless" He said. "Here for the ball I guess?"

(Yikes I almost missed)

Subaru turned. "Yes I am. Pleasure, I'm Subaru. I'm the Princess of Aqua Anu, it's my pleasure to be here."

(TOMOYO (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/Tomoyo2.jpg))

Tomoy's maiden Kioko (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/maid.jpg) finished packing Tomoyo's things. Kioko was young with raven black hair, just like Tomoyo's. She was also Tomoyo's age Wearing a very traditional and lacey maid outift "Well your highness your things are packed."

"I perfer if you don't mind to take the Classic H.M.S. Raven. Seeing as it's not very far away, only seveal hours."

"Several hours at best your majesty. If it get's stormy it could take longer."

"It's all right. But I feel whenever I travel in Xanadou I should travel as it was when the region was founded. When Kuroan was founded.

"As you wish your majesty, I will make note right away."

The HMS Raven-Classic was the oldest ship and the most old fassioned, still the reminise of Kurona's isolation days. It was big it was wooded and it was sail powered. Only a handful of ships in the navy have remained that way. In no time The Raven shoved off from port. The only person with Tomoyo was Kiko. Kiko her self could pack heat if she wanted to. Tomoyo felt no need to bring her bodyguards as she was ensure protection by the Hataria navy. But in typical Xanadou fassion a nasty storm (http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/Nation%20States/storm2.jpg) struck out of nowhere. Tomoyo was relatively calm, easily sipping her tea.

"Your highness..." Captain Misaki came bellow, dripping wet. "Well it's big all right but nothing I can't handel. We'll probably be late to Hataria if it keeps for much longer."

"I hope we won't be too late."

"I'll do my best your Highness."


Finally after much rough weather they docked up in Hataria, safe and sound. "Great work as always Captain."

"Thank you Highness. I'll be here and waiting anytime you need to come back."

(OOC: did you miss my post? Don't worry if you did. Or I could have missed your response ^_^)

Tomoyo and Kiko left the boat and looked about. Tomoyo was dressed in her usual royal attire and she stuck out. This made Kiko nervous. Kiko had a riffle strapped to her back in the event of an emergency.

"Kiko I really don't think you should have that out. They may not like it."

"Your majesty, it's my duty to protect you. As there are no other security forces around, I must be ready for possible attempts on your life."

"Why would people want to kill me?"

"GDI sympatheizers thats who."

"Kiko you worry too much, besides you know Martial Arts"

"Untill we are safetly in the hands of the Hataria Security, I must be ready to protect you. My fists can't match the power of a Gun, your grace. Once we are in safety, I shall hand my weapon over till the end of this trip."

"
No Nead, our Sailors can Guard you just fine, Oh and a Division of marines is overblowing it. We have Peacekeepers here so you will be fine.

PS; If you try getting your Cazelian guard regiment and division of Marines into Hataria with out my say so, you will be kicked out, We heard of you Declareing war on us.

We mean no harm, it was a bad decision to declare war, and i was
a little TOO patriotic.
and if you want me not to bring the troops, sure.

Jonathan R Hasley :D :p :D

Encrypt -Null

To: Emperor Barbarossa, 2nd Hatarian Empire
From: Erwin Neiss, Leader Fortress Cities.
Subject: Attendance of ball

Good sir,

I would first like to extend my condolences to you and your people for the harsh treatment the world has given you, despite your simple wishes to increase living space and improve upon the quality of life for the citizens of your nation. This being said, I would like to personally attend the ball and conferrence you are holding in your nation. I will be accompanied by my personal aide, Grigor Hellmann. I would certainly like to discuss diplomatic relations and relief efforts in your nation during your time of rebuilding.

May Odin guide you!

Erwin Neiss, Leader of Fortress Cities.

OOC: I find this Funny.

IC: Alerted by reports of a Mob of Drunks. 50 Ten'ho Warriors, 30 Imperial Sailors and 70 Horsemen backed up by Two CT-24 Main Battle Tanks soon headed for the Mob

"THIS IS THE HATARIAN NAVY!" the lead Sailor yelled, "UP YOUR HANDS UP AND SURDENER! BY ORDER OF EMPEROR BARBAROSSA II!"

Amidst a chorus of drunken defiant yells and sprays of green vomit, the bums for the most part past out, or soiled themselves.

Reynald screeched, and ran from the ally, on all fours. He now lay against a dumpster, as he sobbed.

"Reynallllld.....Why does it cry Reynald?"
"Sniff......Cruel men hurts us......Bums betrays us......"

"It is OK Reynald.....the precious will be ours again soon......sleep my love...."

Reynald then turned, and in a spider man-esque fashion, he climbed the side of a building, and proceeded onto the rooftop. It was a matter of a few hops from building too building, before landing back in the park. In the center lay a small pool, fish swimming about blissfully.

He stood over the pool, grabbing fish and singing.

"Oh how I love how they squirm and wrish so juicy sweet!

My only wish, too catch a fish so juicy sweeeet!"

With this he smashed the 3rd fishes brains out, and began feasting like a wild boar. The palace was lively with activity, and Reynald knew he would need a disguise. He began stripping down tree bark, too achieve his goal.

((Retconned))

"Premission Granted" The Tower Operator said to The Planes that were coming in.



No Nead, our Sailors can Guard you just fine, Oh and a Division of marines is overblowing it. We have Peacekeepers here so you will be fine.

PS; If you try getting your Cazelian guard regiment and division of Marines into Hataria with out my say so, you will be kicked out, We heard of you Declareing war on us.

[OOC: Hataria, did you confirm all landing requests?]

[OOC: Hataria, did you confirm all landing requests?]
[OOC: He's offline. I don't like RP'ing arrivals either, so you might want to just go ahead and have your guy pop in.]

[OOC: Hataria, did you confirm all landing requests?]

OOC: yep

As Masaki enetered the palace, he glanced furtively. He really wished no one would see him.
Then he noticed what looked like an Ezaltian and someone from the country of Sirusia. Well, perhaps the best move was to stick around with them.
Glancing nervously, he checked that his .45 was unloaded, and hence approached the pair.

(OOC: did you miss my post? Don't worry if you did. Or I could have missed your response ^_^)

Tomoyo and Kiko left the boat and looked about. Tomoyo was dressed in her usual royal attire and she stuck out. This made Kiko nervous. Kiko had a riffle strapped to her back in the event of an emergency.

"Kiko I really don't think you should have that out. They may not like it."

"Your majesty, it's my duty to protect you. As there are no other security forces around, I must be ready for possible attempts on your life."

"Why would people want to kill me?"

"GDI sympatheizers thats who."

"Kiko you worry too much, besides you know Martial Arts"

"Untill we are safetly in the hands of the Hataria Security, I must be ready to protect you. My fists can't match the power of a Gun, your grace. Once we are in safety, I shall hand my weapon over till the end of this trip."

The Hatarian Sailors soon came to the Kuronans, They were led by Grand Admiral Ryu. "Empress Tomoyo I presume?"

"Tower this is Oka One carrying the Prime Minister, we are comming in for landing."

Roger

The plane soon landed in no time. Prime Minister Elenore Romney along with her younger sister Margaret, and her date Taji stepped off the plane. "Thanks for taking us Elenore!" Margaret said

"Yeah Madam Prime Minister, thanks!" Taji added

"Taji please call me Elenore. I don't mind really."

"My father says it's not proper to adress you as such. He says I should always call you Madam Prime Minister, Madam, or Ma'am."

"Your father is a fine Senator Taji, but he has no sense of casual interaction."

"But your our leader, our commander-in-cheif."

"I know but non the less your young, Politeness is a great trait but I think you should call me Elenore."

"Yeah after all, mom and I still call her Elenore. Sometimes Elle." Margaret added

The Hatarian Sailors soon came to the Kuronans, They were led by Grand Admiral Ryu. "Empress Tomoyo I presume?"

"Princess Actually, but yes I am." She said with a bow. "This is my Maidservant Kiko. Part-time body guard."

Kiko gave a silent bow.

"I thank you for inviting me. As regional neighbors, this helps us contiune to get along."

Praetor Chernomyrdin, his wife, Proconsul Ayatekov and his wife, and several security staff entered the palace. The men were dressed in stunning (and stunningly expensive) tuxedos and Anna wore an equally captivating ball gown. White tie events were a Vetalian specialty.

The Praetor introduced himself and said "Ahh, this is the Admiral Ryu I've heard so much about. Proconsul Ayatekov tells me you've been an absolutely excellent leader of our reconstruction efforts. I must say I'm honored to have been invited to such a grand event." The Praetor's skill with pleasantries was unrivaled among other Vetalians.

He continued. "This, as you may know, is my wife Anna." She held a smooth, metal hand out in traditional Vetalian formal greeting. Her artificial lashes shimmered with a iridescent sheen. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Admiral. I must admit I'm impressed with the lavish display you've put out for us...it's truly an amazing sight. I hope that we have a wonderful time here, and I'd be absolutely enthralled to learn more about Hatarian culture during our stay."

Anna found Hataria's history to be absolutely enthralling, and the Praetor was more than happy to indulge her lavish spending on historical materials and studies. After all, history was a mutual interest, and Hatarian history was good for diplomatic relations with the Hatarians. Not only did it make for an excellent relationship with his wife, but also an excellent relationship with the people who held $4 trillion in Vetalian money.

(OOC: I'm going to go ahead and land since there has been no response)

The Gulf Stream IV Jet rolled to a stop on the run way. The Prince and his gaurds stayed on board the jet waiting for their hosts to arrive and lead them on.

The Vice President's VC-97 landed, and the F-19's were redirected back home.

The vice president and his staff were ushered out of the aircraft by the on-board security staff; but knowing Hatarians, the security staff would stay on the aircraft.

They entered the airport and were greeted by a flood of Hatarian press, barking questions like rabid dogs.

"This is going to be great..."

A black and red Gulfstream G500 with the seal of the Glorious Republic touched down. It slid along the runway, and didn't stop until the last minute. Its stairway came down, and 3 soldiers came out.

A 4th one, an officer, a high ranking one, stepped off. Dual MP7s at his side. He cradled a golden box, a key lock on it. On his neck was a silver chain, and a jewel encrusted key.

They took out a road flare and set it down. They stood there waiting for transportation to arrive. On the box was an engraved message, written in hand chiseled calligraphy.

To his Excellency, Imperial Majesty, Emperor Barbarossa II of The Empire of Hataria

Reynald was done. Out of fresh tree bark, he had fashioned a tuxedo. He spat a glob of yellow slaiva in his hands, and wiped it rhough the 3 strands of black hair he had left.

Reynald will get the precious.....Only time my own, my love.....


Reynald drew too full height, his spine loudly cracking. He walked at full height, 4 and a half feet tall, and crossed the street. He coughed vicously, spewing yellow mucus on the curb, and procceeded on. The disguise would work, it would have too....

Ms. Levitt had gone alone to the meeting, so she didn't have anything to do until the ball got started, or the Kumite. She'd forgotten which one was first; she'd intended to kill some time and piss away the Government Waste budget on Hatarian booze for a few days, hoping that the Midlonian situation would improve in her absence. Given her overly confrontational nature, her absence certainly couldn't hurt matters.

Bored and with nobody to talk to, she approached the largest congregation of people she could see. Dressed as she was, someone was bound to talk to her.

(Yikes I almost missed)

Subaru turned. "Yes I am. Pleasure, I'm Subaru. I'm the Princess of Aqua Anu, it's my pleasure to be here."

Athanasius Smiled. "The Ball is being held in The Imperial Palace over to The North." He said. "Oh and I almost for got, I am Pope Athanasius of The Hatarian Catholic Church." he said Bowing.

As Masaki enetered the palace, he glanced furtively. He really wished no one would see him.
Then he noticed what looked like an Ezaltian and someone from the country of Sirusia. Well, perhaps the best move was to stick around with them.
Glancing nervously, he checked that his .45 was unloaded, and hence approached the pair.

OOC: Actually, we're still outside at the airport, waiting for the Hatarians to give us a ride to the palace.

"Princess Actually, but yes I am." She said with a bow. "This is my Maidservant Kiko. Part-time body guard."

Kiko gave a silent bow.

"I thank you for inviting me. As regional neighbors, this helps us contiune to get along."

"You're welcome." Ryu said "Emperor Barbarossa II also sent a Invitation to Empress Sakura her self, and we are waiting for her. Oh and I heard that Prime Minister Elenore Romney of Kanami is here, Hopefuly he don't get any guests that are well, Rude."

Just then Grand General Kaze Ayanami came by "Kaze just came to cheak on Princess Tomoyo." Kaze said....Refering her self in The Third Person as always, "Oh and Kaze has Bad News, Demon 666 Ambassor is here also."

Ryu was now soon praying to Umi no Jo'o, Goddess of the Sea and Patron Goddess of the Ryou Tribe, for a Hatarian Saltwater Croc to appear and eat The Demonic Ambassor.

Jonathan Hasley walked into the magnificent looking building and looked around. about one -two hundred people. outside felt like hell, cold weather, concrete,
and being crowded by people. just like the war, that horrible war that cost him his friends and his son. dammit, i'll miss him. Hasley kept walking. this was definently the most diverse crowd he had ever seen, and some people even looked
kinda creepy. no matter, just a couple of minutes until Cathrine gets here.

Cathrine Roseanne Hasley looked out the window of her C-130 transport and sighed. why does Jon always have to drag me to all of his political meetings,
they're all so boring, and uninteresting and *BUMP* Cathrine's thoughts
were interupted by the landing of the lumbering plane. that and the being forced foward by the force "well ma'am, have a nice time, i'll be here for a couple of hours if you need me" said the pilot, yelling from the radio.

OOC: Hataria, are Ezaltia and I going to have to get ourselves to the palace or should we wait for one of your guys to come get our men (and women)?

OOC: Hataria, are Ezaltia and I going to have to get ourselves to the palace or should we wait for one of your guys to come get our men (and women)?

OOC: I am waiting for an escort to his excellency. I have a message from our government.

Reynald slipped into the blissfull crowd, attempting too mingle with the crowd, the shortest of them having at least a foot of height on him. He smiled and grabbed hands of unsuspecting dignitaries, speaking in a slightly less raspy tone.

"Hullo.... Good evening.......How are you.....ill kill you all....."

He kept his green and yellow teeth in a constant grin, as his tree bark suit now pained him. He was making his way through the crowd, toward the palace doors.

"If I get in, I just must find the brat, then we go up, up, up the stairs.....and come too......the cave....."

The Skgorrian aircraft landed in good order and taxied to where the traffic controllers had directed them. Storm-General Beckenbauer was standing outside the B-1 and took out a radio.
"This is Storm-General Beckenbauer, Lord-Governor of Western China and Ambassador for Skgorria and the Pact of Iron," he transmitted, "I am awaiting escort to the event. If none comes soon, I shall make my own way there."

(OOC: I'll be gone for awhile, but I'll send my two or six men when I get back)

General Wincenty stepped out of the silver Hyundai Elantra at the Hatarian palace, by far the cheapest car in the Ennuisian diplomatic vehicle fleet and far and away the cheapest of any of the diplomats, not that it really mattered. Thusfar, no Hatarians had approached the Arch Arsonist in greeting, and the General was fine with that.

“Sir, what are you orders?” asked one of the Deathwatch, the elite branch of the already elite Death’s Head special forces. His rank indicated 1st Lieutenant, and Wincety knew him by name.

“Lieutenant Mikhailo, your orders are to stay in the lobby and watch for any possible threats. Apparently there’s going to be a fight here tonight, and, in the odd event I get drunk enough to participate, I might need a bo staff.”

“Yes sir” he replied, pivoting to address the remaining Deathwatch. “Safeties on!” There were immediately 10 clicks from the squad.

“Major Reinhard, lets go.”

The twelve approached the gate.

Sakura signed the bill. "Finally!" An endless filabust was preventing work being done on new legislation. She couldn't leave right in the middle of a session of the Imperial House. She quickly changed into an outfit (http://www.dmd-sales.com/artbooks/4063245330t.jpg) fit for flying. She quickly spread her magic wings (http://www.animecollector.com/anime/snap/03249_2.jpg) and flew off into the blue. "Knowing my lucky, the party has already started." She uttered to her self. With out notice she flew into a storm cloud quickly. "Darn it all!" She flew higher and higher, "There that's better." Now her mind suddenly thought of the Greek Myth of Icrus who flew too close to the sun, then her mind turned to her neighboring ruler Tomoyo. "I hope she's not caught in such a storm." The moment she saw a break in the storm she flew lower. "There it is Hataria!" She came in for a smooth graceful landing. She shook the water off and walked clamly.

The Droskianishk Luxury Vehicles Corp. Super Delux (ooc: Rolls Royce) rolled up slowly towards the gate of the Hatarian palace. Prince Silas saw the Ennuis delegation. He assumed it was the Arch Arsonist, though he was sure.

Driver, pull up to the delegation slowly. The driver did so as the prince rolled his window down. "Hail delegation of Ennuis." he said with a grin. He had been hoping to meet with the Ennuis delegation to discuss the conflict in Lerasia....

"Major, who is that?" the General asked quietly as the limo’s window started to roll down. He pulled a cigar from a tube. It was from the southern districts and smelled vaguely of Apple wood.

“Sir, I believe that is the crowned prince of Droskianishk, um, Silas as it were.”

“Droskianishk… why does that name ring a bell?”

“Sir, they’ve been in your morning intelligence briefings for the past month as a potential puppet master in Lerasia.”

“Oh, right… right…” he replied, lightly charring the end of his cigar with a small gold lighter. He gave a small salute to the Prince.

“Greetings Prince Silas” he said with a smile that was genuine. To some it said “pleased to meet you,” but to those in the know screamed ‘I’m going to screw you so hard your mother ‘ill feel it.’ He covered the tip of the cigar, lighting it. The wind was good, and blew the pleasant smelling smoke away from him… not that he’d smell of it anyway…

Reynald slipped into the blissfull crowd, attempting too mingle with the crowd, the shortest of them having at least a foot of height on him. He smiled and grabbed hands of unsuspecting dignitaries, speaking in a slightly less raspy tone.

"Hullo.... Good evening.......How are you.....ill kill you all....."

He kept his green and yellow teeth in a constant grin, as his tree bark suit now pained him. He was making his way through the crowd, toward the palace doors.

"If I get in, I just must find the brat, then we go up, up, up the stairs.....and come too......the cave....."

SIC: Kagura lissened to Asuka's Plan of Getting rid of Two Guests, Not to Kill Them, but to Drive Them Nuts and Crazy and Hopefuly....Locked away for a Very one Time. "I am a Assasin, Miss Asuka, not a Pyscho maker." Kagura said.

Kagura was a Assasin, Known as the 'Parasol assasin' She was not Hatarian, but a Questeian who thanks to being a Assasin, was kicked out of Questers. She got Revenge though. Just Before Leaveing, She Killed a Government Agent and Stole The Plans for The Hood Class Superdreadnought and gave it to The Hatarians, who Modified The Plans and Turned it into The Shogun Class Battleship.

Changeing her name from Eliasa Winter to Kagura Yamazi she worked for The Ryu Kani, The Hatarian Secert Police, and was the Top Assasin in Hataria. Now She was helpping Asuka into Drive two people.......or should they be called Animals?.......Mad.

"Well, if anyone puts two and two togeter, then Skorrgia and Demon 666 Might Try to Declare War................unless we have some unsuspecting person cause them to go mad." Asuka said, walking over to The Window. Asuka soon Spied a odd looking man in what appeard to be a Tree Bark Tuxedo. "I Thing I found the one who will be do it."

IC:

The Palace was Guarded everywhere, even The Doord had more then two Guards.


Two Hatarian Mastdons, with Fleas, No escourt and They didn't have a bath in two months were sent to The Demon 666 and Skorrgia Ambassors, other Mastdons were sent to the other Guests that had no Fleas, a Escourt of 10 Horsemen and were Very Clean.

OOC: Hataria, TG's please. Thanks.
SIC
While driving to the place where their mastodon ride would be met and take them to the Kumite event, Christine checked her e-mail again and was most pleased even if saddened still with the reply from her Vetakan friend. She had hoped for a 59th-minute miracle for her friend, but alas it was not to be...
My Dearest Friend Christine:

I weep continously Ive lost everything the only comfort is that I am preagnant with Jasons child. Now I must raise my child having to explain that its father died for nothing. I am sure by now your diplomats have updated you on the situation if not the War is over the Clandonians have offered Peace and OBSAT confirms their Fleet is moving away so a victory. A bloody one but a victory none the less.

Thousands of my people have died so that Sistilin can have something to talk about while he goes hunting. I will of course forward your comments, offer and praise on to Ambassador Kinmochi and thus is Royal Majesty King-Emperor Konoye I and I sure both nations can develop strong and long lasting relations for which all can be proud.

I must go but I hope to see you soon.

Yours With Love Your Friend

Scarlet
"Clandonian bastards..." Christine shuttered her PDA and sighed at her friend's loss, closing her hazel eyes behind her signature wire-framed glasses; and indeed, it had all been for naught in the grand scheme of things, unless Clandonian PM David Sistilin was even more a fool than his conduct of the war indicated to Christine. The TV in the news had relayed the Clandonians' announcement of their supposed true intentions (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12660836) in the war, teaching Vetaka a supposed "lesson" for daring to count a "Bolshevik" state like Wagdog as an ally. As for Christine's opinion of Sistilin's drivel; well, Scarlet had handled (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=12662240) that well enough for her as the small TV and its news had indicated to her some five times already while driving around Hataria towards the Imperial Palace. Already, Drask and friends had alerted Christine to OBSAT reports of increased Clandonian activity on their border with neighboring overseas territory of the Greater Kingdom of Midlonia; probably either the true target of the bloody farce Sistilin and his King had staged at her friend's heartbreaking expense, or else merely another contingency plan to be dusted off by the hyper-aggressive Clandonian government in case setbacks like what Scarlet had thrown them so bravely should deny them the supposedly "easy" victories they always expected.

Uttelry pathetic of them, and no doubt Prime Minister Sistilin considered this latest war a "victory" too, counting the destruction of the VDFN Second Battlegroup; typical attrition-centric thinking common in military amateurs like he was reputed to be and indeed seemed. Christine was experienced enough in war to know that body counts meant nothing, and only one thing determined victory verusus defeat in the end: objectives. Sistilin could think what he wanted as he bayed for war endlessly with any nation in reach; the fact remained: Vetaka was still free, and thus had carried the day against an invasion Christine still suspected had been genuinely intended at least at first, even if the price for such true victory on Scarlet's part was steep all the same. Oh, so steep...

Nearing the palace, Christine hoped she might meet the Relorian Matriarch Zelella sometime this evening. Though not allied due to Reloria's almost obsessive neutrality, Wagdog considered itself a friend of the country and was in agreement with it's interests and principles entirely. Hopefully, not only could a new personal friend be made tonight, Christine being the social butterfly to balance her husband Carolius' near reclusive habits; but perhaps also some general information on Reloria's developments, international position, and such. And even if not, was there anything wrong with two powerful women just yakking away over any old thing?

Beckenbauer laughed,
"Mastodons! Fantastic, I must see about getting one. They would go well with the dinosaurs in the City Park eh Gorobets?"
"Indeed sir," droned Gorobets, cautiously looking around for any hint of danger. "It does smell a bit though."
"So it does," Beckenbauer's nose wrinkled at the stench. "Still never mind, hop on." Grabbing his bag, Beckenbauer clambered onto the Mastodon. Gorobets followed suit with his bag, still keeping alert for any hint of a trap.

Just Before Leaveing, She Killed a Government Agent and Stole The Plans for The Hood Class Superdreadnought and gave it to The Hatarians, who Modified The Plans and Turned it into The Shogun Class Battleship.

No, that didn't happen. Please refrain from trying things like this.

"And greetings to you," replied Silas, as a man servant made his way around the car and opened the door. Prince Silas was a short man about 5'5 and stocky, muscle mostly but still not a very impressive man. He had inherited most of his less impressive features from his mothers side as his father the Crown Prince of Droskianishk Nikako Kutz was a tall and impressive looking man.

"I hope you don't mind the company?" the prince asked rhetorically as he began to walk towards the Ennuis delegation, his own delegation was scrambling out of the SUV that had been behind the limo. "I had hoped we might be able to discuss the situation in Lerasa, as my intelligence reports your boys are having a bit of a fight on their hands". The prince grined a slender and knowing grin, a return to the one given him by the Ennuisian.

Other delegates continued to arrive, but the Arch Arsonist paid no heed to them, taking a puff of the savory cigar; its woody notes treating his mouth. His piercing gray eyes looked the shorter man over the same way he had looked at the senate building one rainy night many years previous on the night he dissolved it. Adam took him a second to read this Silas. The second the prince stepped forward, he was in Ennusian territory… at least for a moment, and the Deathwatch gave no quarter. Few other delegates, at least ones that the Arch Arsonist could see, were arriving.

“Charmed” he said as the Droskianishkians scrambled over, “funny, my last briefing said that your boys are having quite a fight on their hands… I seem to recall a veiled threat about rooting out suspected terrorists… how did it go Major Reinhard?”

The major appeared nervous, before staring up and to the left.

“I believe it was something to the tune of ‘we will protect our borders and disallow foreign powers to invade the northern areas of Lerasia,’ or something like that. I wrote your briefing that morning.”

“Thank you Major” replied the General. He took on an almost mocking tone. “I have no designs for your nation, trust me on that. I don’t think there will be a problem if some of my forces are sent to the North of Lerasia to kill a few terrorists, unless, of course, there is something you wish to hide. You know, I myself was once a ranger with the late Carpathia Ziemowit.” Some of the Deathshead dropped their eyes as a sign of respect at the sound of his name. “I assure you, we are quite good at what we do. Won’t even know we are there… just a little gust of wind and” he snapped his fingers “we’re gone. Was there something you wanted to bring up? Perhaps a burnt out military vehicle found at the site of an attack?”

OOC: Only Prince Silas is there sorry for the confusion haha using his father as a comparison.


"Well," began Prince Silas, "Unfortunately my uncle King Kutz is rather adamant about that sort of thing. Besides the Northern government or 'terrorists' as you call them are the only fully self relient and governerning body in the country, and if you define terrorists as those with the intention of attacking and hurting citizens, I wouldn't define them as terrorists. Your men are legitimate targets from their point of view invading their nation. Droskiansihk doesn't want to see further destablization that would be caused by your 'rooting out'. And as to one of our vehicles being there I'm not so sure, although as we've reported to the international community we have lost several vehicles in the region to freedom fighters and technical difficulties."

The prince explained all this talking with his hands and looking at the Arsonist, and at the sky and then at the Arsonist again.

" Droskianishk would like to see the removal of your forces as quickly as possible, from our intelligence reports it seems as if the CRL is ready to collapse as soon as your backing ends. We don't see any reason in prolonging the inevietable, though of course we won't take any action against your men there, just a thought." The Prince said pulling out an Ennuisian cigar.

OOC: Adam Wincenty has been my leader for about a year, where he seized the position of “Arch Arsonist” (read: dictator) while retaining his position as “General of the Home Guard” after his predecessor was assassinated, and at one point dissolved the Senate, before reinstating it to run the country. Just thought I’d clear it up.

The Arch Arsonist continued to look down upon the shorter man. Though he had the look of a hawk after a mouse, he had some shred of respect for the man. He was getting somewhat irate, but only his tone of voice changed… slightly, from years of playing the game over who could shovel more bullshit in under thirty seconds. The dance would only go as long as it took for a Hatarian to greet him, then he’d hit the bar; the corner stone of diplomacy between people and nations.

“If Droskiansihk wants the region stabilized, then Droskiansihk will help Ennuisian forces find and destroy this insurgency. I don’t believe for a second that a group of radicals who were, until no more than two weeks ago, all but driven out and despised by the whole of Lerasia, suddenly managed to set up a self sustaining government without outside help. I assure you that this insurgency will be crushed with extreme prejudice the day after the CRL wins this election.”

Adam Wincenty said all this staring the prince in the eye. He wouldn’t break eye contact with anyone short of God himself. The prince was clearly nervous, but tonight was not a night to provide a casus belli. The Deathwatch remained iron faced, while Major Reinhard remained somewhat less composed. The Arch Arsonist’s

“The Armed Republic will not remove its forces from any land where it is acting in a peace-keeping fashion until the legitimate government asks it to. If Droskianishk wants to help us achieve this peace in the land of Lerasia, it will leave the business of losing military equipment to terrorists. You can tell that to your father. Now, I see that you are a somewhat reasonable man, and, since I’m not looking to get into a shooting war, I’ll let this be… for now. I’m sure you didn’t come here to talk of war. I see you like the “Rêve de la Mer” label, I’ll have someone send over a box to your, uh, plane?”

A taxi pulled up and the men and women of the Republican Guard stepped out. Their ornate capes fluttering in the wind, their weapons strapped to the side. They handed money to the taxi driver, along with a Gold Sovereign, more of a collectors coin as payment.

They walked up to the guards, handed them their invitation along with a hand written note.

Why did we have to take a Taxi? :mad:

And the female guard took out another note.

We have a message for the Emperor from our government.

The Praetor looked over and saw the Leafanistan officials leave their...ahem...taxi.

"This is going to be awkward" he thought. Of course, there was no way he could hide Ms. Chernomyrdin from the nation that he negotiated a contract with their black market supplier to break in to an international bank while illegally employed under government auspices to steal the plans for her from one of the country's biggest corporations so that he could have her as his wife. That was a mouthful, and possibly grammatically incorrect. "Just play it cool" he muttered to no one in particular.

Thankfully, though, they appeared to have more pressing concerns with the Hatarians and he hoped that they wouldn't see him.

"Haha, of course" replied the prince a bit uneasily looking up at the Eunniusian. "I've heard these Hatarians are a bit violent, let us hope we are not the targets of such violence."

"Cathrine" Jonathan said, putting his hand on her shoulder "YAHHHH!" Cathrine jumped, knocking Jon back "you scared me" said Cathrine breathing heavily "Cathrine, i can remember part of the war... it was dark, the sound of
gunfire ringing in my ears. they said it was clear, so i got out of cover with
the rest of my squad" "then what" said Cathrine "mortar round hit us hard,
tore my leg off, killed 3 of my men. everything went black after that"
"Jon, why did you come here?" "to stop a war from starting. and stopping a
killfest"

A battered primer grey Volkswagon Beetle rolled up infront of the palace. A moment later, the passenger side door opened and out hopped three Blubs. They all wore short capes and suit jackets with enough sleeves for all of their tentacles. The trio flashed their diplomat's credentials and wandered into the building where said ballwould be taking place.

The Blubs have arrived. There had never been an official peace signed between Hataria and the Blubs but then again, what harm could only three of the little green critters do? They moved inside, chattering to each other amiably.

The arrive of Fleet Admiral William Bekkener at the port of Tangalee had happen. The old sixty year Baron of Austria, a title he got after his father died two years ago, exited his helicopter and got into a waiting black sedan. In front and rear of the sedan were blue hummers, which had four United Dominion Naval Marines each in their hold. There were two special United Dominion Naval Marines that wear a darker blue body armor and white capes, which hung over their right arms.

Anyways, the convey started towards the palace without speeding. After arriving at the palace for the ball, the vehicles came to a stop at the front stairs.

The Baron, wearing his Dominion Navy Uniform (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DominionNavyUniform.jpg) with his Fleet Admiral rank on it, stepped out of the sedan. His head was full of short gray hair and he had a full matching gray beard. He walked up to the nearest Hatarian servant or guard, whomever was the closest. His Honor Guards, the one wearing the darker blue body armor and white capes,

“Hello, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, can you show me to where the ball is being held at?” asked the old man, at his waist in a holster was a Super Emperor revolver (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SuperEmperor.jpg), which was chambered in .50 Action Express, it was for the hunt.

His Honor Guards, resting their Devil Arms sub-machine guns in their arms, stood behind the Fleet Admiral.

Having not got an answer from the servant, Fleet Admiral Bekkener followed the other guests to the ballroom. His Honor Guards at his back every step, every turn. As the Baron of Austria, he was a world leader type VIP. Nothing could harm him or the Dominion Province of Austria would be calling for justice as the Bekkener family have ruled as their link to the Dominion government for a long time. The Bekkener family was well liked within Austria.

A battered primer grey Volkswagon Beetle rolled up infront of the palace. A moment later, the passenger side door opened and out hopped three Blubs. They all wore short capes and suit jackets with enough sleeves for all of their tentacles. The trio flashed their diplomat's credentials and wandered into the building where said ballwould be taking place.

The Blubs have arrived. There had never been an official peace signed between Hataria and the Blubs but then again, what harm could only three of the little green critters do? They moved inside, chattering to each other amiably.

One of the Republican Guards wandered over the Blubs. He shouldered his KF15 Fulcrum Rifle and bent down to the three Blubs. His hand reached into his pocket and pulled out something. 3 Gold Sovereigns, each one with the seal of Leafanistan on the back, with a face value of 100 LFP but as a heavy gold coin, it was probably worth 10 times the amount.

Another prewritten calligraphied note was removed from his pocket. It was lined with gold leaf, and very shiny.

Our Friends the Blubs, Good Luck.

Having no got an answer from the servant, Fleet Admiral Bekkener followed the other guest to the ballroom. His Honor Guards at his back every step, every turn. As the Baron of Austria, he was a world leader type VIP. Nothing could harm him or the Dominion Province of Austria would be calling for justice as the Bekkener family have ruled as their link to the Dominion government for a long time. The Bekkener family was well liked within Austria.

Emperor Barbarossa was in the Ball Room when He saw Fleet Admiral Bekkener come in. "Hello Bekkener." Barbarossa said.

The Blubs of course were overjoyed. They accepted the tokens and took a moment or two to admire them, ooo'ing and awwww'ing as Blubs shall do. The ambassador Blub then turned his eyestalks up at the guard and beamed happily, mouth forming a little O shape.

He then reached into a pocket and pulled out some small, square-shaped booklets. He handed these to the guard, and then bowed.. as Blubs might. Mainly by lowering the eyestalks respectfully. When the guard examines the booklets, he discovers they're admission tickets.

There are six tickets total in each booklet, which is enough for a whole family the Blubs had calculated. Each ticket is for free admission and two days, one night stay at 'Paradise Island'. There are six booklets. Hopefully six would be enough for the Leafanistan delegation.

(Paradise Island hasn't been opened yet. It's a major resort the Blubs are building. Casinos, hotels, museums, amusement parks, white sand beaches, golf courses, you name it. Basicly, the Leafanistan party just got tickets for them and their families to vacation.)

Emperor Barbarossa was in the Ball Room when He saw Fleet Admiral Bekkener come in. "Hello Bekkener." Barbarossa said.

“Hello, Emperor Barbarossa.” said the old man, walking over to him. He saw two of Barbarossa’s special swordsmen form the United Dominion behind him. “How are you doing?”

Emperor Barbarossa was in the Ball Room when He saw Fleet Admiral Bekkener come in. "Hello Bekkener." Barbarossa said.

The soldiers saw the Emperor talking to the Fleet Admiral. They got back into formation. And two bugles were removed from their jackets. They blew the bugles, letting out a powerful trumpet blow.

"Your Excellency Emperor Barbarossa the Second of Hataria"

The soldier brought forward the gold box and removed the heavily jeweled key from his neck.

"We have a message, within this box, from the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan, that we have gone to great trouble getting to you."

A smaller wooden box was brought forward. Another soldier opened it and revealed a box filled with 50 LFP Silver Sovereigns. On it was a bronze plaque that read 'A gift.'

"We, however, do not have authorization to open the box or read the note. That is solely up to you, your excellency."

“Hello, Emperor Barbarossa.” said the old man, walking over to him. He saw two of Barbarossa’s special swordsmen form the United Dominion behind him. “How are you doing?”

"Good." Barbarossa said, looking at The Leafanistan Guests after They Blew their Horns. Takeing The Box. "How is everything Bekkener?"

"Good." Barbarossa said, looking at The Leafanistan Guests after They Blew their Horns. Takeing The Box. "How is everything Bekkener?"

“The waters are clear of anything that could be seen as a threat like pirates. Your crew are doing fine with our half in better their actions.” started the Fleet Admiral and the Baron of Austria, “So, everything is doing fine with that. Don’t take this wrong, but I feel weird talking with you.”

“I have a son your age, Emperor, and wasn’t around to see child leader like my lord has. This is new to me.” he said. He still was feeling weird and wanted to change his topic. “Of all of the time I have been in your waters, I have only met with low ranking naval officer of your second Empire. I hope I get to met some of the high ranking ones tonight.”

"Oh, bollocks," Antoinette frowned as the hairy mastadons walked up, escorted by several horseman. Alexander offered her a shrug as he climbed atop, settling into the saddle and patting the prehistoric beast on the head. His fiance sighed and sat sidesaddle, and then the congregation was off towards the palace.

“The waters are clear of anything that could be seen as a threat like pirates. Your crew are doing fine with our half in better their actions.” started the Fleet Admiral and the Baron of Austria, “So, everything is doing fine with that. Don’t take this wrong, but I feel weird talking with you.”

“I have a son your age, Emperor, and wasn’t around to see child leader like my lord has. This is new to me.” he said. He still was feeling weird and wanted to change his topic. “Of all of the time I have been in your waters, I have only met with low ranking naval officer of your second Empire. I hope I get to met some of the high ranking ones tonight.”

"and You Shall." a Voice said behind them, It was from Grand Admiral Rei Nakagishima (http://www.absoluteanime.com/sakura_wars/sumire.jpg) Barbarossa's Sister, Lady of the Admiralty, Duchess of Hataria, Grand warlady of The Imperial Military and Khan of Calvaria Provenice.

"I take it that you are Fleet Admiral Bekkener?" She said.

Prince Jacob breathed deeply as the great lumbering mastodon lurched beneath him. What would normally be a short ride to the palace suddenly became infinitely longer. Even though he rarely got motion sickness, Jacob was beginning to think he might toss some of his royal cookies.

Eliza, on the other hand, was fine despite the fact that she was riding a big hairy elephant. And Randall was having the time of his life. He kept trying to escape, to slide down the mastadon's trunk, only to have his mother grab him by the arm and say, "don't you dare!"

"I cannot wait until I set foot on solid ground again," Jacob said through clenched teeth as the mastodon lumbered along and his stomach gave a painful growl.

"That's a big brown, elephant? I'm supposed to ride on this?"
Masaki sighed. It didn't look like the Hatarians chose to be particulary polite, unless all their guests were riding on masatodons that smelled like something from a war zone.
However, the thing was unfortunately too big to take down with his .45, and Masaki would have to walk next to the thing.
He grumbled, and got on the creature.

Prince Jacob breathed deeply as the great lumbering mastodon lurched beneath him. What would normally be a short ride to the palace suddenly became infinitely longer. Even though he rarely got motion sickness, Jacob was beginning to think he might toss some of his royal cookies.

Eliza, on the other hand, was fine despite the fact that she was riding a big hairy elephant. And Randall was having the time of his life. He kept trying to escape, to slide down the mastadon's trunk, only to have his mother grab him by the arm and say, "don't you dare!"

"I cannot wait until I set foot on solid ground again," Jacob said through clenched teeth as the mastodon lumbered along and his stomach gave a painful growl.

The Mastdon soon came up to the Palace and a Large Stair case soon came up, pushed by 20 Soldiers for The Guests to get off The mastdon.

The Mastdon soon came up to the Palace and a Large Stair case soon came up, pushed by 20 Soldiers for The Guests to get off The mastdon.

Prince Jacob slid off of the mastodon, onto the staircase brought by the Hatarians. He let out a sigh of relief when finally he stepped down on the ground. With a deep breath, he regained his compsure and prepared to enter the palace, Eliza at his left and Randall at his right. Together they walked through the gates and into the grand Hatarian palace of Barbarossa II.

Reynald was overjoyed. As he was now in the palace, he jumped about, screeching with delight. He paused as a waiter stared at him, and tidying his tree bark suit up. He walked into the great hall, his mouth agape, showing his green teeth in the light of the room. His eyes flashed about, looking for the little boy, who he had known his name too be Grodo. He had too find the hob- erm, little boy, and retrieve his precious. He could hear the call of the precious, which was completely unrelated too his sczchophrenia and array of other severe mental illnesses.

He walked about, his grey skin catching the light rather negativly, as his yellow eyes continued too dart about the room. He ghid under a buffet table, and began reaching up at the table, his long grey fingers searching, too be med with a nice, juicy breaded shrimp.

"ICK! Food of evil menses!"

The threw the shrimp down with disgust, and felt around some more.

"Ah, whats this?"

He had retreieved some sheep gull bladder, a delicacy of Hatarians mountain folk. He eat loudly, enjoying his bounty.

After fidgeting for a minute or two, the Arsonist flicked the remaining ash off of his cigar, gave a salute to the Crown Prince with a "See you inside, I'll be the one by the bar" and approached the gate, glaring at one of the door guards.

"and You Shall." a Voice said behind them, It was from Grand Admiral Rei Nakagishima (http://www.absoluteanime.com/sakura_wars/sumire.jpg) Barbarossa's Sister, Lady of the Admiralty, Duchess of Hataria, Grand warlady of The Imperial Military and Khan of Calvaria Provenice.

"I take it that you are Fleet Admiral Bekkener?" She said.

“Yes, that’s me. Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria.” he said, offering his hand to his Hatarain counterpart. “Your men know how to follow order form what I have seen. Maybe it is because of my age that they do it.”

He saw Reynald as he jumped around out of the corner of his eye. “What the Hell is that?” he asked out loud.

Reynald was overjoyed. As he was now in the palace, he jumped about, screeching with delight. He paused as a waiter stared at him, and tidying his tree bark suit up. He walked into the great hall, his mouth agape, showing his green teeth in the light of the room. His eyes flashed about, looking for the little boy, who he had known his name too be Grodo. He had too find the hob- erm, little boy, and retrieve his precious. He could hear the call of the precious, which was completely unrelated too his sczchophrenia and array of other severe mental illnesses.

He walked about, his grey skin catching the light rather negativly, as his yellow eyes continued too dart about the room. He ghid under a buffet table, and began reaching up at the table, his long grey fingers searching, too be med with a nice, juicy breaded shrimp.

"ICK! Food of evil menses!"

The threw the shrimp down with disgust, and felt around some more.

"Ah, whats this?"

He had retreieved some sheep gull bladder, a delicacy of Hatarians mountain folk. He eat loudly, enjoying his bounty.


Grand General Asuka and Kagura came into the Ball Room, fallowing Reynald. They saw him grab The sheep gull bladder from The Death Mountains and decided that he would be a Good Henchperson.

Grabbing a Eel from The Eel Tank, they soon came up to the little guy. "Want some eel?" Kagura said.

“Yes, that’s me. Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria.” he said, offering his hand to his Hatarain counterpart. “Your men know how to follow order form what I have seen. Maybe it is because of my age that they do it.”

He catch Reynald as he jumped around out of the corner of his eye. “What the Hell is that?” he asked out loud.

"I don't Know" Rei said, looking as Asuka and some Lady gave it a Eel.

"I don't Know" Rei said, looking as Asuka and some Lady gave it a Eel.

“I’m staying away from it.” he said, staring that the strange being.

“I’m staying away from it.” he said, staring that the strange being.

"Same Here," Rei and Barbarossa said at the Same Time, "Well," Barbarossa said, "I am trying to call for Peace talks in the case of Tahuantinsuyu Empire's Invasion of Columbia. But Atopiana is Trying to ruin it."

The Siriusan Royal family entered the palace. Eliza looked off toward her left, toward the buffet table. The first thing she saw was a Hatarian holding a peice of... eel? It was being dangled over the strange little man dressed in bark with disgusting green teeth.
She turned back to Jacob. "Remind me why we came again."

He sighed and shook his head. "All we're here for is to meet and mingle. You don't have to go near the strange grubby little man in the strange suit, but still," he said as he looked her seriously in the eyes, "I'm sure his bark is worse than his bite."

Annoyed that a Hatarian hadn't bothered to greet him, along with having to deal with the other side of a possible proxy war, Adam Wincenty stormed passed a door guard, and threw open the doors of the ball room; the Deathwatch remained in the ornate lobby. Most of the people would feel an icy chill, and would probably fear for their lives if they made contact. Rumor had it that a scotch and soda held by a Hatarian official froze solid. He bee-lined to the bar, knocking a pair of waiters over (who Major Reinhard apologized to and tipped a cool 100 denarii), blew past a weird gray thing and a pair of Hatarians dressed to the nines holding an eel, and stopped at the bar. The barman didn't even have a chance to speak.

"Give me a scotch damnit" he said, pointing at a top shelf bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue: 200th Anniversary Edition, "leave the bottle. NOW!"

"Well," Barbarossa said, "I am trying to call for Peace talks in the case of Tahuantinsuyu Empire's Invasion of Columbia. But Atopiana is Trying to ruin it."

"Emperor Barborossa, my name is Jonathan Rowan Hasley, President of Cazelia" "I am here in favor of good diplomatic relations between Cazelia
and Hataria, and i agree about Atopiana, just i heard that the Incans murdered innocent civilians" "and by the way, who is the little grey midget over there???"

"Same Here," Rei and Barbarossa said at the Same Time, "Well," Barbarossa said, "I am trying to call for Peace talks in the case of Tahuantinsuyu Empire's Invasion of Columbia. But Atopiana is Trying to ruin it."

“That’s good to know, but those Atopianan are pains in the ass. There fascist idiots.” said the Baron with a smile. “I’ll get in touch with the Caesar and tell him about it.”

“Grand Admiral Rei, will you walk with an old man and listen to what I say?” he asked. “I would like to get to know you better.”

OOC: Your Emperor is hanging out by the bar?

Annoyed that a Hatarian hadn't bothered to greet him, along with having to deal with the other side of a possible proxy war, Adam Wincenty stormed passed a door guard, and threw open the doors of the ball room; the Deathwatch remained in the ornate lobby. Most of the people would feel an icy chill, and would probably fear for their lives if they made contact. Rumor had it that a scotch and soda held by a Hatarian official froze solid. He bee-lined to the bar, knocking a pair of waiters over (who Major Reinhard apologized to and tipped a cool 100 denarii), blew past a weird gray thing and a pair of Hatarians dressed to the nines holding an eel, and stopped at the bar. The barman didn't even have a chance to speak.

"Give me a scotch damnit" he said, pointing at a top shelf bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue: 200th Anniversary Edition, "leave the bottle. NOW!"


Barbarossa Heard what Adam Wincenty said and soon started to him "Uh..........Hello?" He said.

OOC: Hataria... your 12 year old emperor is over by the bar? Just trying to get it straight in my head, and jolt glitched my post above yours.

“That’s good to know, but those Atopianan are pains in the ass. There fascist idiots.” said the Baron with a smile. “I’ll get in touch with the Caesar and tell him about it.”

“Grand Admiral Rei, will you walk with an old man and listen to what I say?” he asked. “I would like to get to know you better.”

Rei's Jaw dropped when he said it, Thinking The WRONG Thing..........Birds landed on her.......a Streaker ran by........Abe Lincoin walked by.

OOC: It is a Joke a Bit :)

As he slid off the elephant, Masaki was now really, really annoyed. He had not wanted to be here, he had sat on a stinky masatodon, and no Hatarians had greeted him.
He grumbled, and headed to the bar.
"A bottle of whiskey. Make it quick, goddamnit."
As the bartender turned around, he sighed. Perhaps getting drunk wouldn't be a bad idea.

Rei's Jaw dropped when he said it, Thinking The WRONG Thing..........Birds landed on her.......a Streaker ran by........Abe Lincoin walked by.

“No, not that. I’m a happy married man. Plus, I‘m old enough to be your grandfather.” said the Baron, shaking his head. “I just want to talk with you, so your brother can talk with his guests.”

At the sound of “goddamnit,” Adam turned to his left and saw Masaki.

“Hello” he said, smacking a $D50 gold coin as a tip onto the bar. “I’m Adam Wincenty, General of the Home Guard and Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis. “I take it that the Hatarians haven’t been too kindly to you either. Who might you be?”

Ms. Levitt was at the bar, looking for something to drink to loosen her nerves. Nobody had approached her and she was getting bored.

"Got a screwdriver?" she asked impatiently. She pushed a five-shekel note on the bar, worth about nine USD.

OOC: I'll be leaving and won't be back until later on Sunday. See you all later.

Aimless sat at the bar not particularly doing anything. He was not much of drinker and with this hunt coming up he wanted his senses sharp and ready. Last thing he needed was to kill a diplomat because he was a bit tipsy. He took a sip of his water and looked around the bar and the room.

At the sound of “goddamnit,” Adam turned to his left and saw Masaki.

“Hello” he said, smacking a $D50 gold coin as a tip onto the bar. “I’m Adam Wincenty, General of the Home Guard and Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis. “I take it that the Hatarians haven’t been too kindly to you either. Who might you be?”

As he stood there, the Leafanistani delegation dropped their bugles onto the ground and turned to leave. Further examination would find the bugles to be made of white gold of a very high purity. They left in a hurry, nodding a quick thank you at the Blubs for their kindness, and rapidly coming in between Masaki and Adam.

The Arch Arsonist would find he was holding a small wooden box covered in gold leaf with a miniature Type 59 Assault Rifle, and the bayonet was designed as a letter opener. It was made of gold and inscribed on it was: 'A Gift for the Arch Arsonist.' It was fast and they were gone; waving down another taxi and going back to their jet.

All of those present, excluding the Hatarians would find themselves in possession of a 100 LFP Gold Sovereign, surreptitiously slipped into their pockets. The Hatarians found 50 LFP Silver Sovereigns in their pockets.

The message on the inside of the locked box given to the Emperor was on fine cotton paper, watermarked with the seal of Leafanistan and read a simple message.

The world is a lot more complicated than you might have thought your Excellency, even if you started from a position of thinking that its pretty damn complicated to begin with. The world doesn't look kindly upon you, and when someone made a list of the top 100 character attributes of the Hatarians, Common Sense came in at number 89 between good sized cup handles, and the most lickable street lamps in the world.

We live in strange times, don't panic and remember: It is the History Books that will be definitive, but reality will often be wildly inaccurate.

Beneath the note was a set of tiny Kalashnikov cuff-links.

The High General and his wife approached the bar and ordered drinks. They were drinking non-alchoholic daiquries, smoking and alchohol consumption was illegal in Aurum Domus because of health concerns. The High General pulled out his sugar pipe from his pocket, pressed the switch that would heat the powder in the bowl, and took a large pull of sweet air into his lungs.

"Tower this is Oka One carrying the Prime Minister, we are comming in for landing."

Roger

The plane soon landed in no time. Prime Minister Elenore Romney along with her younger sister Margaret, and her date Taji stepped off the plane. "Thanks for taking us Elenore!" Margaret said

"Yeah Madam Prime Minister, thanks!" Taji added

"Taji please call me Elenore. I don't mind really."

"My father says it's not proper to adress you as such. He says I should always call you Madam Prime Minister, Madam, or Ma'am."

"Your father is a fine Senator Taji, but he has no sense of casual interaction."

"But your our leader, our commander-in-cheif."

"I know but non the less your young, Politeness is a great trait but I think you should call me Elenore."

"Yeah after all, mom and I still call her Elenore. Sometimes Elle." Margaret added


Elenore (http://www.animeboredom.co.uk/Uploads/Areview/28241116972683.jpg),Margaret (http://www.nautiljon.com/images/perso/miniatures/Madlax/margaret_burton.jpg), and Taji (http://www.jeux-france.com/Webmasters/Images/Prince_of_Tennis_20041004_061055_intro.jpg) waited on the curbe of the air port. "Odd, I thought someone would pick us up." Elenore said looking at her watch. "Well I'm just enjoying the sun." Margaret said. "I'm enjoying you Margaret..." Taji said flitatiously. "Watch it Taji!" Elenore snapped. "Yes ma'am!" Margaret giggled. "Well I guess we have no choice but to hail a cab our selves."

Elenore whistled and a cabbed stopped. "We're late for the imperial ball, can you take us there?"

"Sure ma'am."

"Taxi!" Sakura tried to hail a cab. She wasn't used to this. A cab finally stopped. Who else should be in there other than Prime Minister Romney.

"Can you squeeze me in?"

"Sure can."

"Prime Minister Romney, oh am I glad to see you, I'm so lost!"

"Oh your Highness, good to see you again. Don't worry your not the only one confused. We've been standing at that curb for half-an-hour. I'm a bit nervous, if anyone here is overly sympathetic to GDI I could be history."

"Oh I don't think you need to worry ma'am. I don't know much about this country but I'm sure their security forces will protect you."

"Well your probably right. Do you know if Tomoyo has been invited. I don't see why not I guess. Hataria is now in Xanadou. How much further sir?"

"Not much Madam."

Ms. Levitt was at the bar, looking for something to drink to loosen her nerves. Nobody had approached her and she was getting bored.
.

"Ms. Levitt i presume?" Hasley said from behind her

Prince Silas Kutz made his way to the bar and ordered a scotch, mostly standing there drinking. He had been sent here to show Droskianishks commitment to the international community and to stir up Ennuis, he knew he had nothing better in the world to do than to drink...

The woman turned and smiled, facing the Cazelian delegate.

"Rachel Levitt, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Kahanistan," she said in what could be an Israeli accent. "And you would be...?"

"Well I do not know if Princess Mikanu has been inivted Madam Prime Minister. If she was I would imagin she would be here by now. Of course she might have sailed here, and when I was flying I ran into a nasty storm."

Vladimir and Anna made their way to the bar. They had to stay away from the Leafastanis...it would be quite embarrassing to both of them if the conversation were to turn to how he met Anna, and who exactly she was, ahem, "inspired" by. After all, not all of use are built from the blueprints of Vetalia's hottest pop star.

"What kind of beer do you have on tap?" The Praetor had a passion for good beer that went far beyond mere dabbling or hobby.

"And I'll have a scotch" Anna said, her artificial eyelashes briefly iridescent in the dim light from the nanoparticles applied as makeup. "Scotch?" Vladimir said, surprised. "I've heard Hataria makes some excellent scotch." "But you've never had it..." "I know, a first for everything, huh" She smiled, raised the glass to her metalloid lips, and swallowed considerably too much . She briefly gagged before forcing it down, and then set the glass to the side. All Vladimir could do was laugh good-naturedly and offer to buy her another drink.

Praetor Chernomyrdin turned to Prince Kutz. "So, how are things going with you, Silas?" His informal tone was surprising, but Vetalians are by nature informal when not working, and they tend not to address others by titles when not in a professional setting...mainly because they didn't want to recall the days of the Vetalian Empire and felt noble titles were a relic of their own past.

OOC: Sorry for any assumptions, but I need to get my guys there so I'll just go with there being mastodon handlers around, OK Hataria?
IC:
En Route to Hataropolis
Finding the mastodon rendezvous point had taken hours, and they would indeed be quite late; but that could be dealt with when it happened. Hopefully Zelella's running as slow as I am today, Christine thought. "We're ready," she signalled to the mastodon driver. "Drask, everyone, mount up." It wasn't a request...

Agent Drask looked askance at the animal for a while, before entrusting the limo to another agent who wouldn't be coming along. At least this animal's clean enough, he thought. No use in catching anything before the fight... Like everyone else, he readied to mount up at the Hatarians' signal and proceed to the Imperial Palace in due time.

Grand General Asuka and Kagura came into the Ball Room, fallowing Reynald. They saw him grab The sheep gull bladder from The Death Mountains and decided that he would be a Good Henchperson.

Grabbing a Eel from The Eel Tank, they soon came up to the little guy. "Want some eel?" Kagura said.

Reynald dropped the bladder, and licked his lips with delight.

"Yes master, I would likes the eels....."

Reynald moved cautiosly, reaching for the eel.

Reynald dropped the bladder, and licked his lips with delight.

"Yes master, I would likes the eels....."

Reynald moved cautiosly, reaching for the eel.

Asuka gave Reynald the Eel. "So, Why are you Here?" Kagura asked.

“No, not that. I’m a happy married man. Plus, I‘m old enough to be your grandfather.” said the Baron, shaking his head. “I just want to talk with you, so your brother can talk with his guests.”

"Ok" She said.

"Ok" She said.

The Fleet Admiral watched away with her in tow as his side. His Honor Guards behind him, watching for anything strange.

“As you know, I’m the Baron of Austria and I need to have my son married off to keep my bloodline from dieing off.” started the old man. “My youngest isn’t old enough to marry anybody, but I have a twenty-five year old son. He is a Captain of a Champion class super carrier, the UDN The White Eagle, which is part of the current naval forces in your waters.”

He took a breath. “I want him to marry somebody that has naval background and is a high ranking person. Are you up to meeting him? OR do you know of any unmarried naval women?”

My, my that old sneaky man.

"I suppose they are well thank you Praetor. Bored out of my wits, but my uncle told me I must learn to be bored if I am to one day rule Droskiansihk" replied Silas a bit depressed as he had already been drinking.

"The Lerasian affair is taking up most of our time regardless, worried about the Ennuisians destabilizing the whole area."

"How are things for yourself? I hope Mr. Antropov is ready to take chairmanship of the COMECON as it appears he will run unopposed.

"Yeah, these things are always like this. Gods only know I'm only here because we're involved in reconstruction work...I had to postpone our vacation in order to come to this thing. Anna was furious until I told her it was in Hataria." He turned to see her wandering towards one of the outdoor promenades, and made a mental note.

"And Sergei is definitely pleased at his reelection. He tells me that the COMECON constitution is under construction as we speak. Things are going well for us, both here and abroad, and I hope you'll be available for the meeting when we discuss the constitution." He saw Anna looking at him rather urgently...apparently she needed to speak to him in private.

"It's been a pleasure speaking with you, but I must excuse myself for a moment."

OOC it too late to enter this

The Fleet Admiral watched away with her in tow as his side. His Honor Guards behind him, watching for anything strange.

“As you know, I’m the Baron of Austria and I need to have my son married off to keep my bloodline from dieing off.” started the old man. “My youngest isn’t old enough to marry anybody, but I have a twenty-five year old son. He is a Captain of a Champion class super carrier, the UDN The White Eagle, which is part of the current naval forces in your waters.”

He took a breath. “I want him to marry somebody that has naval background and is a high ranking person. Are you up to meeting him? OR do you know of any unmarried naval women?”

My, my that old sneaky man.

Rei looked at the Baron and Smiled "Are you wanting me to marry your son" She asked.

OOC it too late to enter this

OOC: Nope, It is still Open for more to come, even FT Nations can come

OOC: Nope, It is still Open for more to come, even FT Nations can come

OOC i'am both MT and FT pick which one you like and where to show up

Rei looked at the Baron and Smiled "Are you wanting me to marry your son" She asked.

“If you want to, I’m not going to force you in doing it.” said the old man, looking over at her. “My son, Captain Terrence Bekkener, is looking for a wife. As our family is Navy one, I would like him to be married to high ranking naval female officers.”

“So, are you game in meeting him? As I could have him here fast.” he asked.

OOC: ISA, MT is the best.

“If you want to, I’m not going to force you in doing it.” said the old man, looking over at her. “My son, Captain Terrence Bekkener, is looking for a wife. As our family is Navy one, I would like him to be married to high ranking naval female officers.”

“So, are you game in meeting him? As I could have him here fast.” he asked.

OOC: ISA, MT is the best.


"Well, ok, But you migh......" She stopped and glared at someone Behind Bekkener.

The Object of her distase was a Woman, 40 years old Dressed in a Black Dress, White Hair with two Black Roses in both sided. Her Red eyes showed hate and Darkness in them.

"I shoud have Known that She would be here." Rei said.

"I'm sorry Baron but I couldn't help overhearing you. We are looking for someone for our daughter Hallie to wed. She's 21 years and is currently a flight squadron commander in the Aurum Doman Navy."

"Well, ok, But you migh......" She stopped and glared at someone Behind Bekkener.

The Object of her distase was a Woman, 40 years old Dressed in a Black Dress, White Hair with two Black Roses in both sided. Her Red eyes showed hate and Darkness in them.

"I shoud have Known that She would be here." Rei said.

“Ignore her, if you don’t like her. It is the wisest thing to do.” said the old man. “So, should I call my son?”

"I'm sorry Baron but I couldn't help overhearing you. We are looking for someone for our daughter Hallie to wed. She's 21 years and is currently a flight squadron commander in the Aurum Doman Navy."

The Baron looked over at this person, whom had to be rude as he butted with his talks. “I’ll keep that in mind.” he said, turning back towards Rei.

“Ignore her, if you don’t like her. It is the wisest thing to do.” said the old man. “So, should I call my son?”

"Ok." Rei said, as Ryu came in. "Oh, Hello Ryu," Rei said.

The woman turned and smiled, facing the Cazelian delegate.

"Rachel Levitt, Minister of Foreign Affairs of Kahanistan," she said in what could be an Israeli accent. "And you would be...?"


"Jonathan Hasley. former Cazelian marine, and President of Cazelia"

Masaki didn’t seem to notice the Arch Arsonist’s introduction, or, if he did, presumed it was directed at someone else, and minded his drink. Arch Arsonist Wincenty was pleasantly surprised to receive a gift from the Leafanistanis, having never really spoken with any of them. Maj. Reinhard called over a Deathwatch, who took the box out of the ballroom. In a week, the Leafanistanis would receive a crate of the finest Ennusian scotch, a blend of over fourty high-qualtiy whiskeys.

Prince Silas Kutz wandered over to the bar, looking positively mischievous, and began chatting up a Vetalian delegate.

“Major,” he whispered, “no matter what I do or say, do not let me kill that man tonight.”

“Can do sir” the major replied, looking a bit surprised, but only a bit. The Vetalian delegate rushed off after hearing a bit of international gossip, and the Arch Arsonist took another drink, before chasing it down with a lemon water the major had taken the liberty of ordering. They complimented each other somehow.

He had little to do but drink away the Hatarian treasury.

“Barkeep, double of Louis XIII for me and the major here.”

“Sir, I can’t drink on.”

“Son, I have 10 men out in the lobby waiting to kill half the people in this room if someone sneezes on me the wrong way, relax.”

“But…”

“Listen Bill, I’m ordering you to have a drink, and I’m ordering you to enjoy it” he said convivially, “so drink.”

“If you say so, Sir” he said with a grin, taking the sip of the $100-a-shot liquor.

The two stood there, waiting for another delegate to approach.

"Ok." Rei said, as Ryu came in. "Oh, Hello Ryu," Rei said.

The Baron looked back at one of his Honor Guards. “Get my son on the line and tell him to get in hi best uniform. We is need at the ball.” he said, the Honor Guard didn’t answer him. He only stood there with his lifeless lens looking at the old man, but his right hand moved to open an channel with the Baron’s son.

“My son should arrive in forty minutes or shorter. It depends on how long he takes to get dressed.” said the Baron with a smile.

He looked over at Ryu and said “Admiral Ryu, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria, it is nice to finally met you.”

OOC: I’m going to work tomorrow, I’ll post when I get home. I’m off to bed soon.

OOC: Hataria: gotta give you a hand on having a good RP, hope this is a step in the right direction. And if your emperor wanted to talk to me, now would be a good time; i was kinda confused before.

The Baron looked back at one of his Honor Guards. “Get my son on the line and tell him to get in hi best uniform. We is need at the ball.” he said, the Honor Guard didn’t answer him. He only stood there with his lifeless lens looking at the old man, but his right hand moved to open an channel with the Baron’s son.

“My son should arrive in forty minutes or shorter. It depends on how long he takes to get dressed.” said the Baron with a smile.

He looked over at Ryu and said “Admiral Ryu, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria, it is nice to finally met you.”

"Nice to Meet you too." Ryu said. Then She Came

"Well, well." the White haired Woman came over to the three, Rei Growed a bit. "Grand Inquisitor Netraiyzi," Ryu said, "I didn't know is was a Wicked Witch Meeting, I thought it was a ball." Netraiyzi glared at Ryu, then turned to the Baron, "Beware, there are still those that fallow the Old ways still." Then She Turned and Left to the Ball Room.

OOC: Hataria: gotta give you a hand on having a good RP, hope this is a step in the right direction. And if your emperor wanted to talk to me, now would be a good time; i was kinda confused before.

OOC Thanks, oh and it won't be The Emperor who you will see.

OOC i'll post later of who i'm sending

"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Hasley," said Rachel. She smiled softly at the newcomer and looked up at him, extending her hand. "I was a marine, too." The Cazelian President would notice that she appeared to be fairly strong physically despite being quite short and around 35 to 40 years old.

"So, what are you having? You can't go to a ball on an empty stomach."

The Praetor and his wife returned from the promenade and reentered the ball, chatting here and there with various delegates before returning to the bar a second time. They felt it was the best place for those less suited to the formalities of government, and wanted to be away from the stifling formality of court etiquette. Vetalian culture was just not in to it; they could parade a hundred missiles or a million soldiers with precision in Vetalia City's Rodachenko Square, or file financial reports at the drop of a hat, but they just were not well suited to polite society. More Khrushchev than Kennedy, if you will.

Surprisingly, they decided on the same thing as the Prince. "“Barkeep, double of Louis XIII for me and my husband." Again, another Vetalian quirk...the women chose the second drink. One could only wonder why, but it just was that way.

"Well, nice to meet you, Mr. Hasley," said Rachel. She smiled softly at the newcomer and looked up at him, extending her hand. "I was a marine, too." The Cazelian President would notice that she appeared to be fairly strong physically despite being quite short and around 35 to 40 years old.

"So, what are you having? You can't go to a ball on an empty stomach."

"im fine i already ate. how'd your career go. my marine years were the worst of my life, three of my freinds were killed, and i lost my leg" he pulled up his pant leg and showed her his leg. "it was made from old tank parts we found after the war"

Rachel giggled. "Old tank parts?" She called over to the bartender. "Barkeep, what's up with the screwdriver?" she asked. Not to be deterred, she turned back to Hasley. "Do you drink?"

She shifted back to answering him. "My career... well, it was a lot of fun," she continued. "Of course, I nearly got kicked out of the Academy, and got sent on a few suicide missions in my day. Then again, you don't get to Major General by sitting on your ass all day behind a desk, not in the marines. Lost a few friends in battle, of course, knew one of the guys who we sent to Clandonia a while back. You know what the Whyaticans did to them, don't you?"

The Arch Arsonist perked up from the small talk with the Major.

"Well, good to see a woman who knows what she likes. Name's Adam Wincenty, Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis. I over heard you chattering with the rat bastard over there" he said, motioning towards the prince. "don't care too much for him, or for this ball. Business in Mer des Ennuis is done in a smokey room over a bottle of vodka. Too much posturing here. You must be Praetor Vladimir Chernomyrdin and Anna, if I'm not mistaken. Please, call me Adam." He took another sip. "This is Major Bill Reinhard, making sure I don't commit a faux paus, now, do tell, what would drag you to such a bombed-out hellhole like Hataria?"

Rachel giggled. "Old tank parts?" She called over to the bartender. "Barkeep, what's up with the screwdriver?" she asked. Not to be deterred, she turned back to Hasley. "Do you drink?"

She shifted back to answering him. "My career... well, it was a lot of fun," she continued. "Of course, I nearly got kicked out of the Academy, and got sent on a few suicide missions in my day. Then again, you don't get to Major General by sitting on your ass all day behind a desk, not in the marines. Lost a few friends in battle, of course, knew one of the guys who we sent to Clandonia a while back. You know what the Whyaticans did to them, don't you?"

Hasley fell over "Damned tank parts. no, i dont know, i havent heard much about Whyaticans in my days. and yes, i do drink sometimes. why?"

"and who's that pale looking midget in the tree suit over there"

The Praetor responded first. "Well met, and you can call me Vladimir, or Vlad if you're so inclined. I swear, nothing gets done at these things but, pardon my Trivalvian, bullshitting, more bullshitting, and endless gossip. Every single one's the same. That's why we don't bother with them back home...we meet, we talk about what needs to be talked about, and then we leave to go have a drink or two to forget about it."

Anna turned to the Arch Arsonist, briefly pausing to take a sip from of her drink before replying to his second question. "It's a pleasure to meet you as well, Mr. Wincently. We're here because our country is one of the nations helping rebuild Hataria. All of the building materials and equipment you saw in Tangalee are provided by our nation; this city and Hataropolis are the two places we're focusing on." Her smooth, bronze artificial hair made a quiet clicking sound as it hit against her skin. She had removed the iridescent nanoparticles from her eyelashes, a sign that she was done trying to impress the dignitaries and just wanted a break from it all.

"Yes, Adam, this is my wife Anna. As you can see, she's somewhat more...technological...than the others here." Vladimir smiled briefly at his intentional use of quite un-Vetalian euphemism. He hated when people said things like that rather than just say it clearly and be done with it. In fact, she was entirely a machine, and the Praetor himself was already half himself.

He continued. "Makes us a bit unique in a nation like Hataria, where they've still got tribes, monarchs, and mammoths. Gods this place is still primitive in a lot of ways...I can't believe Ayatekov decided to move here while he heads the rebuilding work. And for that matter, I can't believed I allowed the government to cover the expense. He spent 30 million in taxpayer money on the damn thing. If he weren't so good, I'd fire his ass."

"Damn it, I'm rambling again. Time for another drink."

Rachel bent over to help him back up. "Well, that whole operation was a clusterfuck," she said, shifting her weight backwards to pull Hasley to his feet, and giving him an eyeful of her substantial cleavage at the same time.

"What kind of tank was that made of? An Imperator?" she asked jokingly, referring to the huge Kraven tanks notorious for their slowness and unmaneuverability. She noticed that her drink had been prepared after pulling him back up. "Finally," she said, taking a gulp. "It got here."

"Anyway, they cut our operatives in half with, it must have been some precision instrument, a nanomolecular saw or an industrial laser, after doing God knows what to them, they wouldn't have given their nationalities without some degree of torture. Oh, the furor when we got the bodies. Started the most destructive war we've ever fought."

Rachel bent over to help him back up. "Well, that whole operation was a clusterfuck," she said, shifting her weight backwards to pull Hasley to his feet, and giving him an eyeful of her substantial cleavage at the same time.

"What kind of tank was that made of? An Imperator?" she asked jokingly, referring to the huge Kraven tanks notorious for their slowness and unmaneuverability. She noticed that her drink had been prepared after pulling him back up. "Finally," she said, taking a gulp. "It got here."

"Anyway, they cut our operatives in half with, it must have been some precision instrument, a nanomolecular saw or an industrial laser, after doing God knows what to them, they wouldn't have given their nationalities without some degree of torture. Oh, the furor when we got the bodies. Started the most destructive war we've ever fought."


"it was a Sturmtiger, one of those old german tanks in world war two. how the Cyconi managed to to get one is another story"

"And we were told the Merkava IV is outdated," replied Rachel. "Well, what would you like to drink?" She finished off her screwdriver and passed the barkeep another five-shekel note. "Another screwdriver, and something for this gentleman."

"i'll have a whiskey please" Hasley turned to Rachel "and seruiosly, who's that weird looking guy that the Hatarians are feeding raw fish to? he seems somewhat, suspicious. i dont trust him, in fact, i think he might kill someone"

OOC: here's a picture of Hasley
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f5/Shinichi009.jpg

To: Emperor Barbarossa II
we be sending
Name: Tasha Scott
Age: 23
Blood Type: B+
Gender: Female
Height: 168cm
Weight: 52.4kg
Career: Major Imperial Army
Photo
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a5/DMC_Trish.gif


Name David Scott
Age: 23
Blood Type: AB
Gender: Male
Height: 190cm
Weight: 180kg
Career: Colonel Imperial Army 1st Infantry Division Renegndes
Photo(scar on left face cheek)
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they will bring their own transport and he never leaves home with out his weapons and her with out her Glock
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"Lord only knows, probably some tramp from off the street," replied Rachel. "A civilian, starving. I doubt the Hatarians would have let him carry anything he can use to hurt anyone, in case he's a Skgorrian agent. And I doubt any intelligence agency in the world is so stupid that they would use someone so conspicuous as an agent."

She pulled a stool up so that Hasley could sit next to her. "I'll be in the Kumite whenever it gets started. Till then, what are you doing?"

"oh not much, waiting to talk to the Emperor, waiting for the Lanzanorian
delegate that sort of thing"

"Oh." Rachel looked disappointed. "I guess you won't want to drink too much, then," she said. "I wouldn't want to go to the Emperor drunk and boorish. What're you going to do with the Lanzanorians?"

"Personally I find the whole feeding the raw fish to that gentleman rather humerous," chuckled Silas half talking to the Kahanistanian and Cazelian delegates as he took another shot.

"Yeah," nodded Rachel. She took a long drink from her glass.

"Looks like that reptile man from Lord of the Rings, though, doesn't he?" Normally, she wouldn't be that rude, but she did lower her inhibitions when she'd had a few drinks. She extended her hand to the man who had just spoken.

"I'm Rachel. And you are...?"

"Prince Silas of Droskianishk" he took her hand and kissed it then returned to his drink, but remained facing the two so as not to be rude.

"I'm not very familiar with your country. Can you tell me a little about it?" she asked, finishing off her drink and passing the bartender another five-shekel note. "Jagermeister this time," she said.

"Well Droskianishk is a fairly large nation of around 2 1/2 billion people, north of Lerasia if your familiar with that country and a member of COMECON-SD an alliance of Vetalias. We haven't been very active internationally but with the dissolution of the Senate and my uncles crowning himself King of Droskianishk we hope to change that." said the prince with a bit of a cheerful grin.

"Your nation?"

Rachel poured the shot of Jager down her throat. "Well, ours used to be one of the more interventionist nations with respect to human rights," she said. She started to count on her fingers. "Xirnium, Kraven, Jenrak, Doomingsland, Whyatica. We've intervened in at least five nations that I can count over human rights issues."

The Foreign Minister asked for another drink. She was clearly getting a little tipsy, as she had just put her arm around the Cazelian President. "Well, the Midlonians decided to intervene with us, because of some extremists preaching hate, they think they have to maintain stability or some such bullshit."

"the Lanzanorians, they're old friends of Cazelia."
"nice to meet you Silias, my name is Jonathan Hasley, president of the Colonial Empire
of Cazelia. you?"

"Are you sure the Lanzanorians are coming?" asked Rachel. "I haven't heard anything about them arriving here before, I think the Hatarians would have at least told me. We've become allies in a world that still mostly wants Hataria to be wiped off the map."

"Sounds like someone's had a little too much to drink" Anna whispered as she looked over at the Rachel. Of course, naturally a robot with an artificial brain couldn't get drunk on alcohol, so Anna was one of the few that were still sober at the bar despite consuming a fair amount herself. The Praetor, on the other hand, decided to cut himself off before he ended up saying something stupid and causing another Hatarian war.

He had a mild buzz, but nothing serious; he had drunk enough things in his life to make him more than able to hold his liquor, and he knew when to stop. Their nation was quite well known for not exactly acting with discretion even when sober, and enough alcohol could either be absolutely riotously funny or do quite a bit of damage to the egos of those around them.

Since Vladimir was already irritated at being stuck here, and he knew getting drunk would just lead to disaster, all he was drinking now was a glass of imported Vetalian iced tea which their country drank with as much passion as it did its beers or wines. "Yeah, she's going to be gone if she keeps that up...I mean she's just been knocking them back for a while now. Maybe that should be how we interview candidates for the Ministries...at the very least, it would be more interesting."

OCC:This seems interesting.

[OOC: Indeed, why not drop in a diplomat?]
IC:

Rachel walked up to where the Vetalian delegates were sitting. She had had several drinks and was a little unsteady on her feet, but still able to walk and talk. She had not heard their conversation, at least not very well, but the conversation she was in seemed to be stalling. "Hey," she said.

OCC: i might.

"Oh, hi. Er..." Anna was rather puzzled and didn't know exactly how to move forward. "Can I buy you a-"

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Anna..." Vladimir insinuated using one of the unspoken, subtle hand gestures used especially by robots in Vetalia to convey a given sentiment without it being easily discernible by anyone other than the intended recipient.

"Oh, well, actually I think I'm out of Solaris. Sorry about that...I guess I just lost track of how much I brought with me. My name's Anna, and this is my husband Vladimir." He held out his hand to shake "Pleased to meet you, Rachel. My colleague Sergei has told me a lot about your nation from his meetings with the COMECON" Vladimir called her by her first name as a sign of friendship. "I take it you're enjoying yourself?" he added with a smile.

"Oh, very much," said Ms. Levitt. She took the Praetor's hand and sat down next to him. "What's Solaris? Is that some kind of Vetalian beverage?"

OCC: okay i will get in on this.


Kash(president) boarded his chopper and head towards the country, he wanted to be a sort of tourist as well as a ambassador.

the chopper turned on and they left.

OCC:Do you want info on what he looks like.

"Indeed, they say that Khrushchev took power after Stalin because he was the only one who could hold is liquor around Stalin." General Wincenty said in response to the Vetallian's off-the-cuff comment. Major Reinhard remained silent, nursing his congac. Strangely enough, neither were drunk, or even much buzzed.

He gave an easy salute to the Kahanistani, who he recognized as Rachel Levitt, before he said "Hi, I'm Adam Wincenty, and we were talking about the finer points of avoiding diplomatic bullshit at these things. Care for some congac?" he said, refrencing a snifter. "Its all on me tonight... and all of my stuff is on him" he said, waving across the ball room at a rich looking Hatarian, who waved back confused. Coincidentally, thats how the General managed to get it all on that guy's tab...

"Are you sure the Lanzanorians are coming?" asked Rachel. "I haven't heard anything about them arriving here before, I think the Hatarians would have at least told me. We've become allies in a world that still mostly wants Hataria to be wiped off the map."

"i'm pretty sure there coming. unless i've been misinformed, i mean JADC
can sometimes be late"

*SNIP*
IC:

The Palace was Guarded everywhere, even The Doord had more then two Guards.


Two Hatarian Mastdons, with Fleas, No escourt and They didn't have a bath in two months were sent to The Demon 666 and Skorrgia Ambassors, other Mastdons were sent to the other Guests that had no Fleas, a Escourt of 10 Horsemen and were Very Clean.

OOC: Sorry for any assumptions, but I need to get my guys there so I'll just go with there being mastodon handlers around, OK Hataria?
IC:
En Route to Hataropolis
Finding the mastodon rendezvous point had taken hours, and they would indeed be quite late; but that could be dealt with when it happened. Hopefully Zelella's running as slow as I am today, Christine thought. "We're ready," she signalled to the mastodon driver. "Drask, everyone, mount up." It wasn't a request...

Agent Drask looked askance at the animal for a while, before entrusting the limo to another agent who wouldn't be coming along. At least this animal's clean enough, he thought. No use in catching anything before the fight... Like everyone else, he readied to mount up at the Hatarians' signal and proceed to the Imperial Palace in due time.
OOC: OK, Hataria, I need to get my Deputy General Secretary there so here goes, OK? Thanks. 'The Event' is how I RP my country's being CTE'd for two years, and is the reason for my few Fantasy elements (Elves, Vampires, Werewolves, &c) being around; as well as other changes to be detailed as they raise their heads probably, even though I'm still fundamentally MT/PMT all the same.
IC
Having stepped down off the mastodons, petting the noble creatures for several minutes while complementing their handlers and the Ten'ho Cavalry that had provided such good escort, Christine's delegation stepped into the Imperial Palace and made their way to the ballroom. Already they were quite late, and hopefully not inexcusably so.
Making their way to the ballroom floor, Christine glided towards Emperor Barbarossa II and curtsied, as the rest of her three guards present (one other being on the way by a later mastodon, after bringing the limo back to parking) under Agent Drask bowed deeply. "Your Imperial Majesty and Lord Governorship," Christine demurred to the child ruler, "I, Lady Lieutenant-Governess Christine Friedrich of the United Socialist States of Wagdog for the Dominion Commonealth, and Deputy General Secretary of the Revoutionary Command Council, extend my country's warmest greetings to our brethren and allies in Hataria. Already you have made great progress, and we expect only better in the time to come. Your invitation honors us, and so we honor you in return. Agent Drask," she gestured towards the salt-and-pepper haired security agent, "is willing to take part in the Kumite later, and although preferably not to the death his affairs are in order in case of that eventuality; Your Majesty."

Already Christine was sweating, but not just for the perils of the Kumite. No, there were personal reasons as well; very personal. Emperor Barbarossa II himself, despite his wise rule so far due to being advised by those who had seen Hataria's defeat firsthand and apparently absorbed the lesson, was still a child all the same. More, one whose age stuck a very painful chord inside Christine for his being about as old as the child she lost during... 'the Event', as Wagdog's disappearance from the world for some 20 years was known in the country's history books. Had her unborn son by Carolinus not miscarried during that one unholy night in Wagdog which the outside world had registered as twenty years somehow; and thus been born in 1996 even if conceived in 1976 scarcely seven months (plus or minus two decades) prior, he'd be about Barbarossa's age by now. Still, Christine held back the tears; there was much work to do here even while socializing, and it would be done...

OOC: OK, Hataria, I need to get my Deputy General Secretary there so here goes, OK? Thanks. 'The Event' is how I RP my country's being CTE'd for two years, and is the reason for my few Fantasy elements (Elves, Vampires, Werewolves, &c) being around; as well as other changes to be detailed as they raise their heads probably, even though I'm still fundamentally MT/PMT all the same.
IC
Having stepped down off the mastodons, petting the noble creatures for several minutes while complementing their handlers and the Ten'ho Cavalry that had provided such good escort, Christine's delegation stepped into the Imperial Palace and made their way to the ballroom. Already they were quite late, and hopefully not inexcusably so.
Making their way to the ballroom floor, Christine glided towards Emperor Barbarossa II and curtsied, as the rest of her three guards present (one other being on the way by a later mastodon, after bringing the limo back to parking) under Agent Drask bowed deeply. "Your Imperial Majesty and Lord Governorship," Christine demurred to the child ruler, "I, Lady Lieutenant-Governess Christine Friedrich of the United Socialist States of Wagdog for the Dominion Commonealth, and Deputy General Secretary of the Revoutionary Command Council, extend my country's warmest greetings to our brethren and allies in Hataria. Already you have made great progress, and we expect only better in the time to come. Your invitation honors us, and so we honor you in return. Agent Drask," she gestured towards the salt-and-pepper haired security agent, "is willing to take part in the Kumite later, and although preferably not to the death his affairs are in order in case of that eventuality; Your Majesty."

Already Christine was sweating, but not just for the perils of the Kumite. No, there were personal reasons as well; very personal. Emperor Barbarossa II himself, despite his wise rule so far due to being advised by those who had seen Hataria's defeat firsthand and apparently absorbed the lesson, was still a child all the same. More, one whose age stuck a very painful chord inside Christine for his being about as old as the child she lost during... 'the Event', as Wagdog's disappearance from the world for some 20 years was known in the country's history books. Had her unborn son by Carolinus not miscarried during that one unholy night in Wagdog which the outside world had registered as twenty years somehow; and thus been born in 1996 even if conceived in 1976 scarcely seven months (plus or minus two decades) prior, he'd be about Barbarossa's age by now. Still, Christine held back the tears; there was much work to do here even while socializing, and it would be done...

Barbarossa II soon decided to tell Christine more about Hatarian Kumites.

"Unlike Most Marshal Arts Fights, Hatarian Kumites are battles to the death at times. Weapons are used in Hatarian Kumites." Barbarossa said, "Some of The Fighters you might face use Kan-tanikaan a Hatarian Form of Marshal Arts. Weapons used in The Kumite are Sword, Daggers, Bow and Arrows, Crossbows and other Weapons..........all but Guns."

OOC: Sorry for not posting recently, Biology coursework called...and I had to heed it. 1000 words, 5 tables, 4 diagrams...and a 55-minute space of time to spare before I failed biology :D Damn I'm good.

Anyway, I'm going to be moving forward, as you've all started, so we'll just be late anyway.

IC:

With the Rolls ticking over outside, and the Black Sashes guards looking formidable and purposeful, they were running late.

"M'a'm, if you could hold your head still one moment...a little here, yes...and there...done."
"Hmph. About time. Now then, bring the Rolls to the stairs, I can't be getting this dress dirty."
"Yes m'a'm, I'll let them know."

Hitching her skirts, the Chancelloress made her way tentatively down the steps to the waiting car door. The Ball Gown she was wearing was, by no means, easy to move in; the entire aim of this particular ball was to make an impression to the Hatarians that Barronia was a model, and to show the others that pomp and ceremony was something they did well.

The Prime Minister, Cadence Niels, was also donning a ball gown for the occasion, although, rather than the large, more cumbersome gown the Chancelloress was wearing, this was slightly less conspicuous, and would allow for easier dancing if it came to it.

The General had made an effort, donning full military cold-weather dress uniform for the occasion - it may not have been cold, but it covered more, and was often used in place of the warm-weather dress in a foreign nation. The Nouveau jacket displayed his medals in an appropriate light, back from when he first joined the military for his National Service training. He had been in operations in Bosnia, Peacekeeping with the ALPKF, and, more recently, directing operations in Tunisiana.

"Right, well, let's go."
"Yes m'a'am. All units, clear to move. Contact at reasonable times, destination should be on the satnav systems."
"Yes Commandant!"

....around 30-40 minutes later...

"Presenting, Her Excellency, The Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron of Pan-Arab Barronia, plus guests!"

The Black Sashes Guard bowed before exiting.

"I thought I told you to make sure he didn't do that!" She hissed to Strom. He merely shrugged apologetically. The guards weren't worth arguing with. Besides, for the level of protection they gave, he could take a little bit of overzealousness.

They approached the Emperor. The Chancelloress and Niels curtsied, whilst Strom made a long sweeping bow, as was tradition with military officers. If anything, they were taught etiquette in international relations.

"Your majesty. An unrivalled pleasure to meet you..."

"We're here ma'am."

"Thank you good sir. How much do I owe you, I can pay you in USD."

"No no no charge ma'am. You are a guest of the Empire. Same goes for you your Majesty."

"Thank you. But here I inisit, take $50. It's a token of our appreciation."

"Uh thank you ma'am. It's very kind of you."

"Think nothing of it."

"Thanks MR. Cabman!" Margert said

The taxi driver drove off.

"Well here we are!" Elenore said excitedly.

"well, i've got to go. see you later" said Hasley while getting up from his chair
"i've got to meet the emperor"

Barbarossa II soon decided to tell Christine more about Hatarian Kumites.

"Unlike Most Marshal Arts Fights, Hatarian Kumites are battles to the death at times. Weapons are used in Hatarian Kumites." Barbarossa said, "Some of The Fighters you might face use Kan-tanikaan a Hatarian Form of Marshal Arts. Weapons used in The Kumite are Sword, Daggers, Bow and Arrows, Crossbows and other Weapons..........all but Guns."
OOC: Will be off until later tonight w/family stuff, but if anybody wants to approach my leader here for discussion go right ahead. I'll get to them, and RP her possibly getting flustered too...:D
IC
"An honorable match indeed, Your Majesty." Christine knew Drask was skilled with a knife, so he'd have the ability to stand so long as he could assess the strengths and weaknesses of Kan-tanikaan accurately. Hopefully, some fights before Drask's turn would optimally allow this. "If we may be excused, Your Majesty; the ball awaits and we feel there are many meetings to be had this night." She curtsied again, as the agents bowed again. Upon the Emperor's acknowledgment and dismissal, they would each set out for either the bar or stay in the ballroom as desired...

OOC: Sure, I'll send the Chancelloress and General Strom over, once Hataria replies to my post. If someone doesn't beat me to it that is. Then we'll just queue. Hey...perhaps your leader should fancy a dance with Strom? :rolleyes:

The three Blubs were around as well. One of them was circulating around the room passing out family size ticket booklets of free, 2 day 1 night passes to Paradise Island (Soon Open, book reservations now!) to important type people. Overall, it was cheap publicity.

The other two Blubs were at the food buffet table, and were 'sampling' all of the various foods and drinks. This basicly translated into stuffing food into their mouths and chattering back and forth in Blubspeak amiably. One of them produced a tiny silver flask, and proceeded to dump it into the punch bowl. It fizzed, instantly carbonated. The two Blubs got glasses, and began drinking the now-fizzy punch.

These three diplomats were on their best behaviors.

OOC: Sorry for not posting recently, Biology coursework called...and I had to heed it. 1000 words, 5 tables, 4 diagrams...and a 55-minute space of time to spare before I failed biology :D Damn I'm good.

Anyway, I'm going to be moving forward, as you've all started, so we'll just be late anyway.

IC:

With the Rolls ticking over outside, and the Black Sashes guards looking formidable and purposeful, they were running late.

"M'a'm, if you could hold your head still one moment...a little here, yes...and there...done."
"Hmph. About time. Now then, bring the Rolls to the stairs, I can't be getting this dress dirty."
"Yes m'a'm, I'll let them know."

Hitching her skirts, the Chancelloress made her way tentatively down the steps to the waiting car door. The Ball Gown she was wearing was, by no means, easy to move in; the entire aim of this particular ball was to make an impression to the Hatarians that Barronia was a model, and to show the others that pomp and ceremony was something they did well.

The Prime Minister, Cadence Niels, was also donning a ball gown for the occasion, although, rather than the large, more cumbersome gown the Chancelloress was wearing, this was slightly less conspicuous, and would allow for easier dancing if it came to it.

The General had made an effort, donning full military cold-weather dress uniform for the occasion - it may not have been cold, but it covered more, and was often used in place of the warm-weather dress in a foreign nation. The Nouveau jacket displayed his medals in an appropriate light, back from when he first joined the military for his National Service training. He had been in operations in Bosnia, Peacekeeping with the ALPKF, and, more recently, directing operations in Tunisiana.

"Right, well, let's go."
"Yes m'a'am. All units, clear to move. Contact at reasonable times, destination should be on the satnav systems."
"Yes Commandant!"

....around 30-40 minutes later...

"Presenting, Her Excellency, The Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron of Pan-Arab Barronia, plus guests!"

The Black Sashes Guard bowed before exiting.

"I thought I told you to make sure he didn't do that!" She hissed to Strom. He merely shrugged apologetically. The guards weren't worth arguing with. Besides, for the level of protection they gave, he could take a little bit of overzealousness.

They approached the Emperor. The Chancelloress and Niels curtsied, whilst Strom made a long sweeping bow, as was tradition with military officers. If anything, they were taught etiquette in international relations.

"Your majesty. An unrivalled pleasure to meet you..."

"The Pleasure's All mine." Barbarossa said..

"We're here ma'am."

"Thank you good sir. How much do I owe you, I can pay you in USD."

"No no no charge ma'am. You are a guest of the Empire. Same goes for you your Majesty."

"Thank you. But here I inisit, take $50. It's a token of our appreciation."

"Uh thank you ma'am. It's very kind of you."

"Think nothing of it."

"Thanks MR. Cabman!" Margert said

The taxi driver drove off.

"Well here we are!" Elenore said excitedly.


Waiting out side The Palace, Grand General Kaze Ayanami greated The Kanami Guests. "Welcome to Imperial Palace," She said. "Kaze is Grand General Kaze."

OOC: Well hey, that was quick. Thanks Hat.

"Thankyou, your majesty. We are most honoured to be here, and admire your hospitality. However, mingle we must" her voice drops to a whisper "even if is for the sake of international relations alone."

Strom had by this point observed the Wagdoggie Delegation, and duly pointed them out to the Chancelloress.

"Of course...why, aren't they members of COMECON? Well, as we've had no contact with them outside of the delegation centre in Vetalia, we may as well introduce ourselves..."

Putting on her best diplomacy smile, the Chancelloress approached Christine Friedrich.

"Ms Friedrich, I presume? Santina Verona-Barron, at your service. I'm the Chancelloress of Pan-Arab Barronia, a fellow member of COMECON. I'd like to introduce my associates, Ms Cadence Niels ("How do you do?") and General Conrad Strom."

"Enchente. A pleasure to meet you."

Taking her hand, he kissed it gently. The Chancelloress merely raised her eyebrow. She knew it was hard for Strom, having lost his wife some years ago. The Defense Ministry was all he had over the past 8 years. What a pity he didn't know of her husband...

Hasley walked over to the small grey man and looked at him "your an odd little one arnt you. where are you from"

"Nice to Meet you too." Ryu said. Then She Came

"Well, well." the White haired Woman came over to the three, Rei Growed a bit. "Grand Inquisitor Netraiyzi," Ryu said, "I didn't know is was a Wicked Witch Meeting, I thought it was a ball."

Netraiyzi glared at Ryu, then turned to the Baron, "Beware, there are still those that fallow the Old ways still." Then She Turned and Left to the Ball Room.

“Well, ladies, that was strange. Whom was the wicked witch?” asked the Baron with a smile.

He looked at both of them. He pulled out a cigar from inside of his jacket, a Cuban cigar. He lit the cigar with a match, yes it is the correct way in lighting a cigar. He took a few puff, but blew the smoke away form the ladies.

"four hours out sir"said a crew man of Galaxy in a quiet voice as a woman was asleep in the mans lap

"Where the hell is the palace?" inquired the Vice President.

"It's over there, I'll go faster," his driver replied.

The Verras Opulence GX accelerated to about eighty miles an hour, and arrived at the Hatarian palace after a few minutes.

The vice president was very impressed.

"Wow. Hataria is much more beautiful than what the satellites show," St. Aubin said quietly to himself.

He was greeted by several other diplomats and heads of government. He entered further into the palace, searching for the Hatarian representative or head of government. He had absolutely no idea why he was here, but he liked the atmosphere.

He hoped to meet someone...

snip
Rachel smiled widely and nodded very enthusiastically. "I'd love some," she said. "I don't think we've been introduced..."

"Bill, would you mind pouring the nice woman a drink?" he asked.

"Certaintly, Sir" replied Major William Reinhard, pouring a Baccaratt decanter into the glass.

"I'm Adam Wincenty, General of the Home Guard and Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis... God i'm getting tired of saying that" he said, taking a swig of his Congac.

"This is Louis XIII Congac, all on some Hatarian's tab."

"General Wincenty and I are trying to get the tab into the 7 digits" added Maj. Reinhard, only slightly joking.

"Indeed, a lofty goal for the night. I mean look at them" he said, pointing at the Transylvanian Baron talking with a few high ranking Hatarians, "They're having a bullshit shoveling contest over there, and I think Hataria is neck deep and sinking. Now, Questarian 'diplomatic retreats' are like this, but with a lot fewer shit shoveling contests and a lot more boozing and gambling... one of their generals has me 300 (thousand) in the hole, but I digress."

He took another drink.

"I know alot about you, Miss Levitt. That Kraven stunt you pulled was pure brilliance, I only wish we thought of that ourselves during their invasion of our lands. All we did was pile the skulls into a rather lewd message that I'm told is visible from space. Now, why don't you tell me a little more about you, such as getting stuck in this bombed out land."

"Well," said Rachel, "I took the position of Minister of Foreign Affairs after I got drummed out of the marines. New president."

She sat down uncomfortably close to Wincenty, her wide hips spilling over the seat. "So, what else did you want to know about me? You'll have to get me a lot of drinks to push that tab into the millions."

"Vlcinina Vls" he said in the Ennusian language of High Enochian, clinking her glass. "Cheers. Easy there tiger" the General said with a smirk as she shifted closer. "As for the tab, won't be too hard. Major, how much would you say this goes for?"

"100 a shot sir, the decanter was another $200."

"Right, order another one for the table, and maybe a bottle of Johnnie Walker Blue Anniversary."

"Will do sir." The Major stood up, and argued with the bartender a bit, before coming back. "It's done, no sweat. I can be very persuasive when I need to be."

"Threaten anyone?"

"No Sir, I passed it off onto that guy over there" he said, pointing at another Hatarian diplomat across the bar.

"Great, thats another $40,000 of whiskey. What are we up to?"

"I'd guess around $250,000; especially considering we gave away five Louis XIII 'Spectaculaire' we've downed or passed around... who has the bottles?"

"Don't know, I didn't take htem. Why?"

"They have diamonds in them."

"Oh... uh... well... thats not the point. Miss Levitt, I haven't talked to any Kahanistanis in a long, long time. How fares your country? Is it still under the occupation of the heretical Doomani Christians? And, I take it from your manner of dress and current state you care for these galas about as much as I do."

He took another deep drink, and refilled his glass.

"The Doomani Nazis still have control of the Negev," replied Ms. Levitt. "And our new land in Haven is fighting for its sovereignty against Midlonia. Luckily I was already out when they got there, or else I would have been grabbed, they're attacking the Foreign Ministry. From what I managed to hear from a friend who's still in the military, the whole capital is on lockdown."

She slowly sucked the Baccarat down her throat. "What's the most expensive drink you have here?" She was too far gone to object to the fleecing of the wealthy individuals by the Ennuisians. "Also... you mentioned arranging skulls to say something crude, what was it?"