NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Just for the record, I RPed this war as if it went through all the way, rather than retconned due to TKC's inactivity.

"I believe the most expensive drink they have here is a Louis XIII Congac, which I believe sells for a few thousand, but Bill here tells me they have some special version that sells for 40,000... mostly just ornamentation. As for skulls, after over a million Kraven Capitol Police and Centurian wardead and many million more Ennusians, we wanted to send a message. So we welded a few hundred thousand Capitol Police armor that spells "Galgole," which has no meaningful English translation, but I suppose would be the equivlent of damning someone to the 9th circle of hell, along with a thousand other insults involving people's mothers. The Kravenite ordinace wreckage was turned into a fifty-foot sculpture of a horse fucking a Centurian trooper... Carpathia Ziemowit had a... warped sense of humor to say the least."

He took another, long drink, and refilled both of their glasses.

"I'm sorry to hear that the Midlonians are attacking your land, but the Doomani, for what good they have done at refining the art of war, they are quite barbaric. Pope Innocent my ass. For a change, the heathen scum of Automagfreek are the good guys!"

He scanned the woman with his steely eyes for a half a second. She was quite attractive to the slowly stoned general.

"You allright Miss Levitt?"

#tower this cargo 251 we caming into land#

"shit right side not going down''said the copilot
"then it going to be wheels up hard landing'' said the pilot

#tower we caming in with wheels up#

"Colonel it going to be like the landing at Khe Sanh again so hold on back there"said the pilot

One would not have to be stoned to find Rachel attractive, but if they liked rail-thin women they were barking up the wrong tree. She smiled drunkenly and exploded in hysterical laughter at the idea of a Kravenite having sex with a horse.

When asked if she was all right, she merely nodded and continued cackling.

the C-5a Galaxy hit the runway hard ,sparks fly as it skids down it with the crew battling at the controls

Hasley tapped a butler on the shoulder "excuse me, do you know where i can talk to Emperor Barbossa, i have
pressing diplomatic matters we need to discuss about the incans..."

Clambering down off the Mastodon, the Skgorrians both wrinkled their noses.
"You stink sir," observed Gorobets, casually brushing a flea off his jacket. He hadn't been this dirty since staking out a Hatarian command position during the invasion of Hatarian China, and unluckily his OP was in the middle of a pile of manure.
"Shut up man," growled the Storm-General. "That's why I brought the spare uniforms. Change now," he opened his bag and took out his spare dress uniform and began to take his tunic off. Gorobets sighed and opened his own bag, not bothering to question the orders of the superior officer.

"Yes, that's the reaction most people have when they hear about it... wait until you see it!" the Arch Arsonist said, laughing heartily, his eyes began to soften a bit.

"If Kahanistan is under lockdown, where are you staying? And I wonder when this Kumite thing is going to get started; I had one of the guards get some pop secret for when world leaders start beating the shit out of each other."

"The capital is on lockdown, I live in New Sodom." New Sodom was an eastern coastal resort city in Havenic Kahanistan. There was some sporadic shooting between local police and military units and the Midlonians over a TV studio and a few dozen arrests, but the fiercest fighting was in the capital.

Rachel turned back to the Arch Arsonist. "I just hope the Kumite isn't to the death. If it isn't, I'll be in it." She smiled mischieviously at Wincenty. "I'll have to see that sculpture." She finished off her drink.

"Let's send that Hatarian to the poorhouse," she said, holding her glass out for a refill. If one looked into her eyes, they would see that her pupils were widely dilated; this could be a sign of intoxication or a sign that she was seeing something she liked, or both.

Hasley tapped a butler on the shoulder "excuse me, do you know where i can talk to Emperor Barbossa, i have
pressing diplomatic matters we need to discuss about the incans..."

"I am right here." Barbarossa said from Behind Hasley. Barbarossa may have been a 12 year old, but he was wiser then most in his Age Group.

Hasley turned around "pleasure to meet you Emperor. you see, Cazelia has gone to war
with Atopiana"


"weve lost almost entire battlefleet, that's alot of men who won't be going home"

“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.

After talking with his two Hatarain counter parts, which he though was strange as he was older them both together, for about forty minutes about naval stuff, about his home, about their home and etc, his son had arrived at the palace.

Wearing the same uniform as his father, but with the rank of Captain on his uniform, Captain Terrence Bekkener (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DukeTerrenceBekkener.jpg) looked around the ballroom for his father. It take him that long to find the black officer’s hat and his father’s gray hair. Fixing his own hat, Terrence moved over to his father’s location.

Fleet Admiral William saw him first as his two Hatarain counter parts has their back to his son. As his son arrived at his location, he saluted his father as it was his job. He was captain and his father outranked him.

“Admiral Ryu, Admiral Rei, met my son, Captain Terrence Bekkener, the Duke of Salzburg.” said the old man with a smile.

"Amen sister; lets drink Hataria dry!" he exclaimed, pouring her another glass of the fine cognac. He flashed her a matching grin. "As for the kumite, I'd never heard of one before, but that’s not to say I’m unprepared. In the Ennuisian Army Rangers, we cross trained with several martial arts, and specialized in one, so I trained for three years in joodoo and boojutusu during service as a grunt, and I picked it up again once I took power."

He produced a small, silver box with "AW" engraved in fine calligraphy on the cover from his jacket. It contained 10 white and gray pills.

"You might want to take one of these if you plan on participating; helps prevent some chemical reaction that turns happy drunkenness into 'I just caused an international incident drunkenness.' You might want it for later."

He handed her one, before taking another sip. The decanter was almost empty, but the Major had gotten a new one; this one with a rather sizeable diamond embedded below the neck.

"Major, would you be so kind as to bring this bottle to that man over there as a gift?" He said, pointing to the Transylvanian Baron. "And take your time."

The Major stood, and gave a smiling salute; Mer des Ennuis would look all the better on a nameless Hatarian’s tab, and walked over to a manservant of the Baron, and then disappeared into the crowd. The two were now alone.

"I must say Miss Levitt, I am quite enjoying this stimulating conversation. Much better than the verbal sparring that that the Baron seems to be having with a 12 year old." His eyes, usually hard enough to cut diamonds, told the tale: he too was a little sloshed and very much liked what he saw.

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

Reynald nearly choked on his bounty.


"Well....you see my precious my love..... I am here as a representative from the nation of.....Neo-Afganistan, very powerful, very rich country you sees. For good diplomatic tieses, we will need a symbol of national friendship, like say, oh....a.... plastic gold ring that that child over their is wearing."

Reynaldo tried too hold the impulse too rip the kids throat out, as his lip quivered in excitement.

He handed her one, before taking another sip. The decanter was almost empty, but the Major had gotten a new one; this one with a rather sizeable diamond embedded below the neck.

"Major, would you be so kind as to bring this bottle to that man over there as a gift?" He said, pointing to the Transylvanian Baron. "And take your time."

The Major stood, and gave a smiling salute; Mer des Ennuis would look all the better on a nameless Hatarian’s tab, and walked over to a manservant of the Baron, and then disappeared into the crowd. The two were now alone.

The Baron didn’t have any menservants with him, but he did have his Honor Guards with him. You see, Baron William isn’t one of those rich people that carry servants around with him. In his younger days, he would farm his father’s land, which are his now. So, he has dirt under his fingernails and had to work his way up to the rank of Fleet Admiral like his sons are doing now.

One of the Honor Guard took the bottle from the Major person, which they saw with the Arch Arsonist early. For the first time, the voice of one of the Honor Guard was heard.

“Fleet Admiral.” said the marine, his voice sounding a little machine because of his helmet‘s radio speaker. “The Arch Arsonist sent this bottle to you.”

The old man looked over at the Arch Arsonist and tipped his hat to the man, even if he didn’t see it. William looked at the Major person and said “Tell the Arch Arsonist that I said thank you. I would go over there and talk with him, but it looks like he is with Miss Levitt.” He smiled, taking the bottle. “And warn him that she is a firecracker. Almost got a lot of her people killed from what the Caesar told me.”

After talking with his two Hatarain counter parts, which he though was strange as he was older them both together, for about forty minutes about naval stuff, about his home, about their home and etc, his son had arrived at the palace.

Wearing the same uniform as his father, but with the rank of Captain on his uniform, Captain Terrence Bekkener (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DukeTerrenceBekkener.jpg) looked around the ballroom for his father. It take him that long to find the black officer’s hat and his father’s gray hair. Fixing his own hat, Terrence moved over to his father’s location.

Fleet Admiral William saw him first as his two Hatarain counter parts has their back to his son. As his son arrived at his location, he saluted his father as it was his job. He was captain and his father outranked him.

“Admiral Ryu, Admiral Rei, met my son, Captain Terrence Bekkener, the Duke of Salzburg.” said the old man with a smile.


The Two Grand Admirals Bowed to The Captain.

the plane was still whole and all those inside were fine

"your wrong about this been like Khe Sanh again''said the Colonel
"how"ask the pilot
"no rain of Lead ,Shells or Mortar rounds"said the Colonel

"true ,better unload the jeep and your bags"said the pilot

"and we wait outside for who ever greets us''said the Colonel

"In our armed forces we train in Krav Maga," Rachel replied. "We learn to fight dirty in hand-to-hand. They train us to break bones and necks and gouge out eyes. Of course, the Kumite is a sport, I won't try to maim any of the contestants. Maybe knock them out, though. I still practice."

She looked at the bottle being sent to the Dominion Baron. "What's that?" she asked. She popped one of the pills and sipped the expensive cognac.

"In our armed forces we train in Krav Maga," Rachel replied. "We learn to fight dirty in hand-to-hand. They train us to break bones and necks and gouge out eyes. Of course, the Kumite is a sport, I won't try to maim any of the contestants. Maybe knock them out, though. I still practice."

She looked at the bottle being sent to the Dominion Baron. "What's that?" she asked. She popped one of the pills and sipped the expensive cognac.

As everyone was talking, some one came over to The Bar, This Person was a Algerian, Grand General Qhai-al Munhammd (http://www.saudigazette.com.sa/gallery2/g2data/albums/110906/Lead1Play.jpg), Hatarian Desert Army Forces. "One Glass of Sake Please." He said to the Bar tender.

OOC can i have someone greet my poeple

OOC can i have someone greet my poeple

30 Ten'ho Horsemen and a Mastdon came to Pick up The Guests from Imperial Isa.

30 Ten'ho Horsemen and a Mastdon came to Pick up The Guests from Imperial Isa.

OOC leave off ISA when i'm MT

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"Horsemen "ask the Woman look at them

"vith vel'bol era udos wun"said one of the planes crew

"just get the jeep off and call home an tell them of the crash"said the Man next to the Woman

"A Pope?" Subaru exclaimed. "Sir, as a Devout Catholic I feel it truly honored to meet you."

"A Pope?" Subaru exclaimed. "Sir, as a Devout Catholic I feel it truly honored to meet you."

"Same here, Princess Subaru." Pope Athanasius bowed, "There are over 1.2,000,000 Catholics in Hataria, mainly from Spain, Brazil and Cuba, they came here after The Fall of The Overseas Empire."

"I under stand that the Hatarian Kumites are often more than sport; in some cases, they are to the death. However, I would expect that a few smacks from the rod will preclude the need for that."

He took the pill, using the drink as a chaser.

"Funny thing about these pills. My predecessor, before he was killed most unceremoniously by an assassin, would go on wild drinking benders from stress. One of the accountants determined that the cost of replacing the destroyed furniture alone was more than the R+D budget of some pharmaceutical companies. So she asked the president of the Republican Senate to appropriate a few million to help reduce his drunkenness. Lo and behold, they came out with these. You can still get sloshed, but its unlikely you’ll black out.”

He finished his glass, filled his again, and topped hers off. He took his beret off for the first time, and placed it on the table; its 5 stars and Eagle shining.

“The bottle that a generous Hatarian gave to me that I re-gifted to the Baron is the same as what we are drinking now; just in a fancy bottle.”

At this point, the alcohol helped him do a bit of the talking, but years of drinking with the previous Arch Arsonist helped him mind his manners.

“I must say I find myself most intrigued by you, Miss Levitt. You have this devil-may-care attitude, yet you are still quite adept at playing the game. Strip past the diplomatic bullshit, and what do you do? And, pardon me if this is uncomfortable, but I remember reading a small brief that you were related with some Transylvanian incident… what was it?”

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
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"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: 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...
OOC: Whoops!:eek: Sorry PAB, Hataria for any pauses or jumps or such (respectively); I got so busy waiting for Barbarossa's dismissal (not needed now that the Cazelian diplomat's rushed in) that I missed this. Apologies...:headbang:

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"Likewise... General Strom," Christine emphatically didn't feel like flirting, but there was no need to be rude. "I see you are indeed the Officer and Gentleman present, and thank you for the courtesy. Miss Niels, and Chancelloress Barrona; it is so good to see women of power getting together like this, yes?" Now Christine's inner sorority girl was starting to show, her tone growing more genuinely happy. "Somebody has to keep the boys in line, right?" She discreetly gestured to the young Hatarian Emperor while whispering for politeness' sake, this being a light joke since the boy had indeed ruled quite well considering the circumstances.

"So what's up in COMECON-SD lately?" Christine asked of the Chancelloress. "My husband, ugh; nothing from him since I came here... Mind you: I do love him; but like all men he hardly tells me anything I don't find out myself from the spies half the time, you know?" Momentarily realizing the near-gaffe, she quickly added in a flustered cluck, "No offense intended for present company, of course..." Hopefully it would work. It already wasn't on Agent Drask and his fellow guards, who were hanging their heads in astonishment at the normally professional woman becoming flustered like this. Clearly, Christine needed to get out still more; a bad sign since she was actually one of the Wagdoggie Government's more open personalities all-told.

Already Barbarossa II had been interrupted for what looked like pressing diplomatic consultations with a Cazelian delegate for some reason. This is interesting; what could be causing such a rush on his part? Christine was home free to move, not wanting to disturb the boy monarch for a dismissal probably already given anyway. She thought this to herself while awaiting the Chancelloress' reply, and deemed it definitely something worth a secure PDA check later. That is, a check using her device's secure OBSAT satellite datalink back to Wagdoggie State Security HQ in the State Department section of the Palace of the Revolution, way over in the capital of Tailville DR thousands of miles away, to access their datafiles on the international situation again and see what was up...

"Transylvania... Well, this was right after the Doomani Nazi invasion of Kahanistan," said Rachel. "I wasn't a government official at the time, I was still attached to the Imperial Marines, now the Republic Marines, so I took a different route out of the country when the government fled, along with a handful of government officials."

She got up and stretched, as if to clear her head well enough to explain. "Most of the government went to Transylvania, we thought it was a neutral power, especially when the war ended. Some of us, like me, and President al-Omari, and a few others... we flew out toward Haven instead, as it turned out it likely saved our lives."

Rachel took a sip of the cognac. "The Dominion handed over most of the people there back to the Doomani, except for a few who were suspicious and decided to fight, they were locked up briefly and sent to Haven. Our government, of course, considered it an act of war, but as you can imagine we were ill-equipped to fight. President al-Omari appointed me Minister of Foreign Affairs on the condition that I left the Marines. He thought I'd be better as a civilian politician than a general, I tend to be a little more outspoken than is acceptable for generals." She sat back down and crossed her legs.

"So, I did what you might expect of me, I fired off an angry letter to the Count."

Hasley walked back to the bar, falling over once, and having to hop on one leg the rest of the way "im back, i told the emperor wat i needed to tell him."
Hasley sat down next to Rachel "Bartender! whiskey" Hasley yelled while
flipping a platinum coin at the bartender "it's worth 100 credits in Cazelian"

"Transylvania, a good friend of ours for sure. Even more so considering we're buying $30 trillion in military equipment over the next 15 years from them...it's expensive, but we want our military to be top notch.

Our new Strategic Air Command will give us aerial force projection around most of the world, and we've reorganized the navy in two four combat groups. We're also upping our strategic arsenal by 10%, most of it ICBMs to back up our missile and space forces. All in all, it's a major expansion...and very profitable for them."

The Blubs were by now, extremely bored. They looked at each other and yawned for the most part, having gorged themselves on the buffet table and passed out most of the free passes to Paradise Island. It was probably time to finish up business and call it a night.

And so, the trio approached the Hatarian leader, who seemed to be trying to have a conversation with a half dozen other people all at once. Typical lack of planning, the Blubs figured.

Slipping through the ring of representitives from other nations, the Blubs basicly cut the line, and moved to directly infront of the Hatarian Emperor. The lead Blub, who happened to be an ambassador spoke up, eyestalks craning to peer up at the human, "Newest Hatarian leader. We are the Blubs. I am Ambassador Burngle and I am here to deliver a message."

The little green Blub glared, "We have not forgiven Hataria for its blatant use of godrods against civilian targets and never will forgive them for attacking the city of Northport unprovoked which triggered our war. Your government is built upon the acts of war criminals and cowards, and we will not rest until the whole rotten mess that is Hataria has been cleansed by justice. As far as we are concerned, the state of war still exists between our two nations and unlike yourselves, we let our enemies know that we are at odds rather than launching sneak attacks against cities with weapons of mass destruction."

"As long as our nation exists we will not allow ourselves to rest until we have seen Hataria punished and reformed by these infamous acts. Your warmongering is legendary. Your stupidity epic. Your ignorance ungodly. For that, we deem this situation unegotiable. The last you fought us, even though we were greatly outnumbered and our equipment much worse, we defeated you at Leyte. This time, we have modern warships, jets and tanks. There is no salvation for your nation and we offer one, and only one, chance for your official surrender to end the war and a letter of apology to the Blubs. Additionally you will offer reparations, you will sign a treaty agreeing to live a peaceful existance and you will reduce your military forces down to self-defense level only."

"That.. 'Emperor' is our only offer to you. Accept it or not, the end will be the same and only the means and time differ."

Prince Silas raised an eyebrow at the small creatures being so rude. Silas understood the need for direct tactics at time, but this could be taken as nothing but hostile rudeness. It disgusted the prince to see that such 'people' could exist and still be treated with some degree of dignity. While Hataria had deserved such a punch, it did not deserve such in public and at its own function. Bad form.

Message: Sorry that we can't come, but we're glad that you're doing diplomacy. -TLA

The Blubs were by now, extremely bored. They looked at each other and yawned for the most part, having gorged themselves on the buffet table and passed out most of the free passes to Paradise Island. It was probably time to finish up business and call it a night.

And so, the trio approached the Hatarian leader, who seemed to be trying to have a conversation with a half dozen other people all at once. Typical lack of planning, the Blubs figured.

Slipping through the ring of representitives from other nations, the Blubs basicly cut the line, and moved to directly infront of the Hatarian Emperor. The lead Blub, who happened to be an ambassador spoke up, eyestalks craning to peer up at the human, "Newest Hatarian leader. We are the Blubs. I am Ambassador Burngle and I am here to deliver a message."

The little green Blub glared, "We have not forgiven Hataria for its blatant use of godrods against civilian targets and never will forgive them for attacking the city of Northport unprovoked which triggered our war. Your government is built upon the acts of war criminals and cowards, and we will not rest until the whole rotten mess that is Hataria has been cleansed by justice. As far as we are concerned, the state of war still exists between our two nations and unlike yourselves, we let our enemies know that we are at odds rather than launching sneak attacks against cities with weapons of mass destruction."

"As long as our nation exists we will not allow ourselves to rest until we have seen Hataria punished and reformed by these infamous acts. Your warmongering is legendary. Your stupidity epic. Your ignorance ungodly. For that, we deem this situation unegotiable. The last you fought us, even though we were greatly outnumbered and our equipment much worse, we defeated you at Leyte. This time, we have modern warships, jets and tanks. There is no salvation for your nation and we offer one, and only one, chance for your official surrender to end the war and a letter of apology to the Blubs. Additionally you will offer reparations, you will sign a treaty agreeing to live a peaceful existance and you will reduce your military forces down to self-defense level only."

"That.. 'Emperor' is our only offer to you. Accept it or not, the end will be the same and only the means and time differ."

"and If I Remember right, your Fleet was destroyed at Leyte." Grand Admiral Ryu said as she walked up to The Blubs. "and what right do you have to be rude to by Brother." Rei said Coming up to The Blubs, "If you don't stop Beinmg Rude in this ball right now........" She stopped then Took off her Glove and showed why her Left hand was more Deadly then her right.

Rei was The Captain of a Ayanami Class Destroyer at Leyte, The Bridge of her ship was hit by a Blub Shell and she losted her Left Arm, but contiuned Fighting. Ryu made her Grand Admiral and she soon replaced her Left Arm with Robotic Titanium Arm that was deadly.

"I guess you don't want to know what I would do." Rei said. Ryu soon went off to The Baron to try and stop Rei from Killing some Blubs if they didn't stop

The Arch Arsonist laughed. "Only an angry letter? This wouldn't be the famous 'JWolf gets Intimate with Maximus' video? In either case, I would have been much more brutal, but, none the less, I congradulate your courage and discretion."

He took another sip, savouring the flavor as his buzz started to clear.

"We don't have too many political generals, at least not since the Great Home Guard Rebellion... I was a general in the army then, and I put too many good men to the sword to allow that to happen again, and we lost even more when the parisites of Kraven attempted to seize our lands."

The Cazelian President (think I'm right) limped over to Rachel and Adam; the humorouness of his gait lightened the mood considerably.

"Who might you be?" asked the Arch Arsonist.

In response to the Vetallians, who had now come to sit, he said "We of the Armed Republic perfer a variety of vendours, such as Northford, Praetonia, and Questers for our Navy, The Defunct Genticon and Space Union for our airforce, and the Doomani, Macabees, and others for our ground forces. And don't worry, Miss Levitt, we've cheated the Doomani of untold billions through domestic production rights rather than direct purchases."

While the others responded, he raised his hand slightly above of his shoulder. Major Reinhard appeared from nowhere, and bowed down to hear him whisper

"Find out from a Hatarian how long until the Kumite will start. I'll need to warm up a little bit."

The Arch Arsonist laughed. "Only an angry letter? This wouldn't be the famous 'JWolf gets Intimate with Maximus' video? In either case, I would have been much more brutal, but, none the less, I congradulate your courage and discretion."

He took another sip, savouring the flavor as his buzz started to clear.

"We don't have too many political generals, at least not since the Great Home Guard Rebellion... I was a general in the army then, and I put too many good men to the sword to allow that to happen again, and we lost even more when the parisites of Kraven attempted to seize our lands."

The Cazelian President (think I'm right) limped over to Rachel and Adam; the humorouness of his gait lightened the mood considerably.

"Who might you be?" asked the Arch Arsonist.

In response to the Vetallians, who had now come to sit, he said "We of the Armed Republic perfer a variety of vendours, such as Northford, Praetonia, and Questers for our Navy, The Defunct Genticon and Space Union for our airforce, and the Doomani, Macabees, and others for our ground forces. And don't worry, Miss Levitt, we've cheated the Doomani of untold billions through domestic production rights rather than direct purchases."

While the others responded, he raised his hand slightly above of his shoulder. Major Reinhard appeared from nowhere, and bowed down to hear him whisper

"Find out from a Hatarian how long until the Kumite will start. I'll need to warm up a little bit."

"It will be some time The Next day." Kagura said, coming behind them.

"Who might you be?" asked the Arch Arsonist.


"my name is Jonathan Hasley, former Cazelian marine and current president of Cazelia. nice to meet you"

The trio of Blubs looked at each other. One of them spoke up, "That went better than expected. For a moment there, I thought they'd do something intelligent and actually want to negotiate. We've delivered our message, make preperations to leave this place."

The two Blubs escorting the ambassador nodded and went over to the buffet table, piling all sorts of food onto the big platters there. One of them stuck a straw into the punch bowl and slurping, finished off the punch. He then began to fill the huge bowl with food. The first picked up the platter, the second grabbed the bowl.. and loaded down with all the fine food from the buffet tables they could carry, the Blub representitives made their exit.

The Two Grand Admirals Bowed to The Captain.

The Captain returned their bows with a salute of his own. “It is nice to meet both of you. I have heard good things from your men.” he said.

Slipping through the ring of representitives from other nations, the Blubs basicly cut the line, and moved to directly infront of the Hatarian Emperor. The lead Blub, who happened to be an ambassador spoke up, eyestalks craning to peer up at the human, "Newest Hatarian leader. We are the Blubs. I am Ambassador Burngle and I am here to deliver a message."

The little green Blub glared, "We have not forgiven Hataria for its blatant use of godrods against civilian targets and never will forgive them for attacking the city of Northport unprovoked which triggered our war. Your government is built upon the acts of war criminals and cowards, and we will not rest until the whole rotten mess that is Hataria has been cleansed by justice. As far as we are concerned, the state of war still exists between our two nations and unlike yourselves, we let our enemies know that we are at odds rather than launching sneak attacks against cities with weapons of mass destruction."

"As long as our nation exists we will not allow ourselves to rest until we have seen Hataria punished and reformed by these infamous acts. Your warmongering is legendary. Your stupidity epic. Your ignorance ungodly. For that, we deem this situation unegotiable. The last you fought us, even though we were greatly outnumbered and our equipment much worse, we defeated you at Leyte. This time, we have modern warships, jets and tanks. There is no salvation for your nation and we offer one, and only one, chance for your official surrender to end the war and a letter of apology to the Blubs. Additionally you will offer reparations, you will sign a treaty agreeing to live a peaceful existance and you will reduce your military forces down to self-defense level only."

"That.. 'Emperor' is our only offer to you. Accept it or not, the end will be the same and only the means and time differ."

The Baron and his son, along with the two Honor Guards, followed the two Grand Admirals over to listen to the Blubs. They listened to what the lead Blub said to the twelve year old Emperor, which looked like he didn’t hear them. He listened to the demands of this Ambassador and what the two Grand Admirals had to say. Before it got too much out of hand, the Baron stepped in.

Moving in with his Honor Guards and his son, the Baron followed the Blubs to the buffet table.

“Ambassador Burngle, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria, I find your behavior to be a little hostile. Yes, I know of your history with the old regime of Hataria, but your attitude isn’t need to address the current Hatarian Emperor.” he said, looking down at the green being. “You demand the official surrender of the second Empire like it was the one going to war with you. I think the Hatarians forgot about their war with you, so it is over.”

He paused, his old eyes stared at the green thing. “Tell me, have you heard of the Treaty of the Second Age? If you haven’t, you need to looked up.” he said. “I found it funny that your nation currently hides behind the defensive shield of Haven. The Hatarians or anybody would dare try to enter those waters. So, your nation is safe, but watch out for those within Haven.”

“Now, it looks like you’re leaving. Have a nice trip and tell your leader not to come to Hatarain with warships or warplanes as they are under the protection of the United Dominion and her Commonwealth.” he said with a smile.

He grabbed a glass from the buffet table and poured some of the liquid in it. He took a drink and walked away from the Blubs.

Prince Silas made his way over to the Baron of Austria ," Good show" he said standing a good distance behind the man, and the second standing beside him. "Little buggers needed a lesson in manners," he continued as he raised his glass. "But I'm curious, what exactly is the Dominion or its Commonwealth?"

The High General left his wife's side and approached the Blub.

"Excuse me little Blub, are you attempting to start trouble with the young Emperor?" He pulled out his gold plated TDX .40 from its holster and raised it, "if you are then you'll have to deal with me."

Prince Silas made his way over to the Baron of Austria ," Good show" he said standing a good distance behind the man, and the second standing beside him. "Little buggers needed a lesson in manners," he continued as he raised his glass. "But I'm curious, what exactly is the Dominion or its Commonwealth?"

The Baron turned around and face the man whom asked him question. He didn’t know whom the person was, but he find that out later.

“The United Dominion is the superpower of Europe, which has lands in other parts of the world. I can’t believe you haven’t hear of us.” said the old man with a smile. ”The Dominion Commonwealth is her Commonwealth. Hataria is a nation within it ,along with Aurum Domus and a number of other.”

“I don’t know you, can you tell whom you are and where you come form?” asked the old man.

The High General left his wife's side and approached the Blub.

"Excuse me little Blub, are you attempting to start trouble with the young Emperor?" He pulled out his gold plated TDX .40 from its holster and raised it, "if you are then you'll have to deal with me."

Captain Bekkener walked over and looked at the High General. “Sir, please allow them to leave. There isn’t a need for violence .” said Duke Terrence. “Violence will only made the problem worst.”

"I'm Prince Silas Kutz of Droskianishk, son of the Crown Prince, nephew to the King and Minister of Military Affairs." began the young man with a bit of a bow.
"Droskianishk is a fairly large nation (in the Northern portion of South America, ooc: if there is already a nation on your maps there, ignore that) of 2 billion and a half people. We weren't involved in this latest clash with Hataria, but we're looking to spread our wings a bit more in the arena of international affairs. And that is why I'm here," he finished with a bit of a smirk a smirk that said good God I wish I were somewhere else.

"And you, other than being Baron of Austria?"

The Captain returned their bows with a salute of his own. “It is nice to meet both of you. I have heard good things from your men.” he said.

"Yep." Ryu said, "Me and Rei are Legends because of The battle of The Philppines in The Cimmerian Wars."



The Baron and his son, along with the two Honor Guards, followed the two Grand Admirals over to listen to the Blubs. They listened to what the lead Blub said to the twelve year old Emperor, which looked like he didn’t hear them. He listened to the demands of this Ambassador and what the two Grand Admirals had to say. Before it got too much out of hand, the Baron stepped in.

Moving in with his Honor Guards and his son, the Baron followed the Blubs to the buffet table.

“Ambassador Burngle, I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria, I find your behavior to be a little hostile. Yes, I know of your history with the old regime of Hataria, but your attitude isn’t need to address the current Hatarian Emperor.” he said, looking down at the green being. “You demand the official surrender of the second Empire like it was the one going to war with you. I think the Hatarians forgot about their war with you, so it is over.”

He paused, his old eyes stared at the green thing. “Tell me, have you heard of the Treaty of the Second Age? If you haven’t, you need to looked up.” he said. “I found it funny that your nation currently hides behind the defensive shield of Haven. The Hatarians or anybody would dare try to enter those waters. So, your nation is safe, but watch out for those within Haven.”

“Now, it looks like you’re leaving. Have a nice trip and tell your leader not to come to Hatarain with warships or warplanes as they are under the protection of the United Dominion and her Commonwealth.” he said with a smile.

He grabbed a glass from the buffet table and poured some of the liquid in it. He took a drink and walked away from the Blubs.

"I am sorry about that Baron." Emperor Barbarossa II said, "It is mainly Because of my People are still a Warrior People that was why the Blubs said what They did." "and them Demanding a Surender when The Cimmerian Wars ended already?" Rei said. "that is something that I would not like."

The High General left his wife's side and approached the Blub.

"Excuse me little Blub, are you attempting to start trouble with the young Emperor?" He pulled out his gold plated TDX .40 from its holster and raised it, "if you are then you'll have to deal with me."


Asuka saw this and came over to The Blubs and The High General. "Anything wrong?"

"I'm Prince Silas Kutz of Droskianishk, son of the Crown Prince, nephew to the King and Minister of Military Affairs." began the young man with a bit of a bow.

"Droskianishk is a fairly large nation (in the Northern portion of South America, ooc: if there is already a nation on your maps there, ignore that) of 2 billion and a half people. We weren't involved in this latest clash with Hataria, but we're looking to spread our wings a bit more in the arena of international affairs. And that is why I'm here," he finished with a bit of a smirk a smirk that said good God I wish I were somewhere else.

"And you, other than being Baron of Austria?"

“Nice to met you then, Prince Silas Kutz.” said the old man, returning the bow. “What else am I other then the Baron of Austria. I’m a Fleet Admiral of the United Dominion Navy as you can see.” He pointed at his uniform.

“The current commander of the UDN The Bloody Death, which is the United Dominion’s own Hood battleship. And current commander of the Black Sea Fleet, which isn’t stationed there.”

He paused and looked over at Barbarossa and Rei. “I don’t know what is wrong with them, too. Just ignore them until they become friendly. They have that Haven attitude, I think.” he said.

“And Rei, my son came here for you. So, go talk with him.” he said with a smile.

The High General lowered his pistol.

"No, nothings wrong...."

"I still can't believe that no-one even batted an eyelid," remarked Gorobets, adjusting his tie and then tucking his shirt in.
"I told you," observed Beckenbauer, making sure the Totenkopf on his cap was dead centre between his eyes, "diplomats are a fucking silly bunch. Now let's go mingle."
The two Skgorrians walked into the event, one in an assuming grey suit and the other in full dress uniform of the Skgorrian Waffen-SS.
"Is that the Hatarian emperor over there?" whispered Gorobets, pointing to a small figure.
"I think so," guessed Beckenbauer. "Let's go over Gorobets, Action without Delay."
The two Skgorrians began to walk towards Emperor Barbarossa.

The High General lowered his pistol.

"No, nothings wrong...."

The trio of Blubs continued on their way, taking the food with them. When confronted by some gun-waving maniac, three pair of eyestalks turned unflinchingly to stare at the human. One of the Blub escorts briefly pondered this man's wisdom of pointing a pistol at a creature with no obvious vulnerable spots or even organs.

Then, he was lowering the weapon and they continued on their way. As they slipped out, Ambassador Burngle called out, "It is good that you put that thing away, human. Threatening a party with diplomatic immunity is a quick way to get your nation destroyed. Think carefully before the next time you decide to pull a weapon on unarmed diplomats."

And.. the Blubs were gone to catch a plane back home.

After watching the Blubs leaving, the Captain smiled. “Good those freaking things are gone and thier funny threats followed them. Maybe time will change their hostile behavior with Hatarians.” said Captain Bekkener, whom walked over to Rei.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked. They were at ball after all.

"so where are we meant to go"said the Colonel

After watching the Blubs leaving, the Captain smiled. “Good those freaking things are gone and thier funny threats followed them. Maybe time will change their hostile behavior with Hatarians.” said Captain Bekkener, whom walked over to Rei.

“Do you want to dance?” he asked. They were at ball after all.


"Yes" Rei said as She took Captain Bekkener's hand and took him into the Ball Room.

Grand Admiral Ryu looked at The Older Bekkener. "I am Thinking The Blubs would soon say to their Leader that we kicked them out, The Blubs are pissed at The Godrod attack when Neherenia ruled and for their Defeat in The Phlippines, which I was in Charge of."

"Yes" Rei said as She took Captain Bekkener's hand and took him into the Ball Room.

Grand Admiral Ryu looked at The Older Bekkener. "I am Thinking The Blubs would soon say to their Leader that we kicked them out, The Blubs are pissed at The Godrod attack when Neherenia ruled and for their Defeat in The Phlippines, which I was in Charge of."

Being in the ballroom, the two didn’t have to go to far. All they had to do was step on the dance floor.

“Sounds like what they’ll do. The did raid the buffet table.” said the Baron with a smile. “Those funny green things. I have to get a seat, I‘m older then you young ones.” He laughed, heading over to the bar to take a seat. He was getting tired of standing.

At the bar, he took a seat and poured him another drink from the bottle he was given.

OOC: I've been gone a few days, so I'm not exactly entirely up-to-date here, but here it goes

IC: Prince Jacob, Randall, and Eliza meandered through the palace, greeting the occasional friendly or familiar face. They had lost track of the Ezaltian Prince Alexander, who had wandered off in a different direction with his wife.

Suddenly a pair of small green little creatures swept by the Siriusan Royal family, taking them by surprise. Randall tugged at his mother's hand, wanting to follow the little creatures, but she held him back.

Suddenly the creatures were confronted by a man, pointing a golden gun at them. He said something to them, but they brushed past, ignoring him.

"Excuse me, but what were those?" The Prince asked the man who had been holding the gun.

"rude the lot of them"said the Woman
"i think i should call the Emperor"said the Colonel

Alexander and Antoinette were dressed in their finest this evening. The Prince wore the standard "mess dress" uniform of the Imperial Ezaltian Navy, with a rather broad fruit salad and three thick gold stripes that identified him as a Commander. A pair of wings above his fruit salad identified him as an aviator, and among the many ribbons on his chest was the red-and-gold one signifying service in the Hatarian War. The Ezaltian Navy uniform was unusual throughout the world, being dark gray instead of the usual navy blue.

His fiance was simply stunning, clad in a black-and-gray strapless dress scattered with silver sparkles. Her long brown hair was pulled into an elegant bun on the back of her head, and her silver shoes matched her dress perfectly.

They made their way to the dance floor, Alexander holding Antoinette tenderly in his arms as the band started up a tango.

"Well those freakish green things are gone, how bout a drink?"

Rachel smiled widely, remembering the video. "That came later, after the Dominion sent me video evidence that some of the Presidential Security people who had gone with the government fired on Dominion troops. I didn't believe it until I heard it from Colonel Fulton herself, the commander of the Presidential Security."

She took another long sip of her drink. "So, I told him anyone can make a video, and downloaded the most filthy, disgusting gay porn video I could, with a big, beefy, hairy guy and a younger, barely legal man. I superimposed Maximus' face over the bear guy and the ****'s... er, Count's, face over the smaller, younger man, and sent it to him." She laughed energetically.

"i need a drink Devil i see bar so lets go"said the Woman taken the hand of the man and leading him to the bar

"give me two glass the strongest drink yuo have"said the Man as his phone ring
"Emperor sir"said Man as he talks into the phone

"i need a drink Devil i see bar so lets go"said the Woman taken the hand of the man and leading him to the bar

"give me two glass the strongest drink yuo have"said the Man as his phone ring
"Emperor sir"said Man as he talks into the phone

"were you from?" Said Hasley inquisetivly turning his head towards the delegates and taking a sip of his whiskey

Rachel smiled widely, remembering the video. "That came later, after the Dominion sent me video evidence that some of the Presidential Security people who had gone with the government fired on Dominion troops. I didn't believe it until I heard it from Colonel Fulton herself, the commander of the Presidential Security."

She took another long sip of her drink. "So, I told him anyone can make a video, and downloaded the most filthy, disgusting gay porn video I could, with a big, beefy, hairy guy and a younger, barely legal man. I superimposed Maximus' face over the bear guy and the ****'s... er, Count's, face over the smaller, younger man, and sent it to him." She laughed energetically.

“But your video and your message almost got your people killed.” said the Fleet Admiral looking down at her. “Your Vice-President, Colonel Fulton, and all those whom fired on Dominion soldiers during peacetimes. We’re neutral during your war and have even turned our fucking nut jobs.”

He got up and walked over to her. “I’m sorry for your loss as is the Count. Our two nations could have been allies, but the wrong choices were picked. The Count picked his friend‘s son over your people‘s lives.” he said looking at her with his old eyes. “The past can’t be redo, but time can heal wounds. If your nation wasn’t in Haven, the United Dominion could be trying to help free your nation of those dishonorable Midlonians. I’m leaving you with that to think about.”

He walked off back to his seat and poured him another glass. He slowly sipped it…

"were you from?" Said Hasley inquisetivly turning his head towards the delegates and taking a sip of his whiskey

"The Shadow Empire of Imperial "said the Woman

The Arch Arsonist nearly spit out his drink, and couldn't control his laughter, and barely managed to acknowledge Kagura with a “who are you?”

He turned to Rachel, ignoring the walking corpse that took a shit on their shindig. “Miss Levitt, I believe I hear a Tango, and I’m told I’m quite good. Care to dance? This is a ball, afterall.”

"The Shadow Empire of Imperial "said the Woman

"Im from Cazelia, Caz'e City to be exact"

Rachel nodded. If she had not had too much to drink, she would have decked the Admiral right there. But there was too much alcohol in her system for her to be able to land an effective blow, and she was only 5'3" and 130 pounds - probably far smaller than the Dominion Admiral and robbed of her most effective combative skills by the large quantity of liquor in her body.

"Sure, let's dance. I'm not very good and I'll probably fall over, but let's go for it."

The Baron heard them talking about dancing and had to see it. Even though he was old, he was watching them drink out the whole bar. Drunk people dancing would be funny to see. He spun in his chair and looked at the dance floor, where his son and Rei were already dancing to the tango.

His Honor Guards at each side, their rifle still in their arms.

"Im from Cazelia, Caz'e City to be exact"


"Red Stone the second biggest city in Imperial is where me and my mate live"said the Woman

"Well those freakish green things are gone, how bout a drink?"

OOC: Was this to me?

Before the man could turn his gaze, Reynald bit the eel out of his hand, and darted off with breakneck speed.

He jumped over a table, landing in sheep bladder.

"IT BURNS US!!! TRICKSY ELVESES!!!! TAKE IT OF US!!! WE SWARE TOO SERVE THE MASTER OF THE PRECIOUSSS!!!"

Before the man could turn his gaze, Reynald bit the eel out of his hand, and darted off with breakneck speed.

He jumped over a table, landing in sheep bladder.

"IT BURNS US!!! TRICKSY ELVESES!!!! TAKE IT OF US!!! WE SWARE TOO SERVE THE MASTER OF THE PRECIOUSSS!!!"

Hasley looked over at the grey midget and looked back at the imperial delegates "do you know that guy?"

"Will you excuse me, Mr. President. Major William Reinhard," who again had appeared out of nowhere, "is authorized to speak on my behalf." He shook the President's hand, saluted him, and walked off with Rachel.

To the Baron, he spoke a few, harsh words.
"Yes, and we've seen how far Transylvanian Loyalty extends to close friends such as Vetaka. The Commonwealth's actions in that war are deplorable to say the least. As the saying goes, Sir Admiral, 'My Country Right or Wrong.' Perhaps you would do well to remember that." Before the Admiral could even respond, they left. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Baron return to his seat, rather annoyed. There'd be hell to pay, but a spat as minor as this one wouldn't lead to much. His office would send an appology of some form in the next day or two, if needed.

"Sir," said the Major, giving a salute, "My name is Major William Reinhard of the Mer de Noms (the capital) First Guard Divisonal Intelligence. I appologize, the Arch Arsonist has had a long day, and is probably quite drunk... luckly we have pills that prevent most alcohol from being absorbed, and helps prevent the breakdown of alcohol into other types... otherwise we'd have lost a few leaders to the drink. If you don't mind me asking, Sir, what happened to your leg? I overheard you lost it in a war, but would you care to tell me the circumstances? I have also been asked to extend Ennuisian hospitality even in such an inhospitable place as this. May I buy you a drink, Sir?"

Meanwhile, the Ennuisian and The Kahanistani walked/stumbled to the dance floor. Adam Wincenty was, as some called it, a good "fake sober." While an astute observer would see his eyes were a good shade of red, he neither stumbled nor slurred.

"Miss Levitt, don't worry about that old fart, I don't see him living out a few more winters. I've taken a more than a few dance classes for events such as this, and, if the alcohol hasn't ruined my feet, we'll be on our way." He led her into the crowd, and they joined the procession. Professional, no, but still watchable. It was actually quite fun... provided they didn't fall, of course.

Hasley looked over at the grey midget and looked back at the imperial delegates "do you know that guy?"

"no idea and don't want to"said the Woman

"looks like a gook on fire after a napalm drop"said the Man as place a arm around the Woman and fix the Rifle that was slung over his shoulder

Rachel's dance experience was mostly in clubs and with drunks while listening to psychedelic music and being blasted with strobe lights. She had been to more than a few Generals' Balls in her career, but didn't much like them; she usually got stuck with some fat old four-star general who couldn't dance, or when she became a general herself, with younger male officers who also couldn't dance but were good makeout partners.

She grabbed the Ennuisian by the shoulders with both hands and started swaying and moving to the music.

"lets dance"said the Woman as she takes the Man hand and leads him to the dance floor

As Silas got off the phone with the Royal Department of International Affairs in Drosk, he smiled. It was a small sly smile one that was flashed at the Arch Arsonist of Ennuis. The conflict in Lerasia was growing and going well. But he didn't wish to ruin the leaders good time. Not yet...

The two did a passable tango along with the crowd. He occassionally did a little flourish, but nothing too fancy, least he drop her and they look like idiots.

"It's nice to dance with someone who knows what they are doing, though I generally prefer something with more of a beat."

The orchestra was good, but one could only take so much in one dose.

"Look at that pretty boy" he said, referring to the Baron's son and his guards, "can't even talk to a girl without an escort. How are you feeling? We've been hitting the bar pretty hard, and I'm a bit more gone than I had expected."

"Smashed." Rachel's voice was slurring; she had had about ten drinks this evening. "Is there a water fountain? I'm thirsty." She was starting to feel the effects of dehydration caused by drinking too much alcohol.

On top of that, her legs could barely support her weight. She was more than a little wobbly on the floor.

Very, very sorry for being late OOCly... My last post was on page 5... (#64)

I just noticed I forgot to give the intern and janitor proper bios... I'll have to work on that.
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IC:

Aboard a Katana Mod H destroyer, an Mi-17 helicopter rested, with its turbines winding down, the day was rather calm, aside from the ship's wake and the helicopter's rotor wash.

The destroyer, which was the current mainstay of the Hurtian fleetwas going to be a 'stepping stone' between them and Hataria, with a civillian tanker bound for Euroslavia acting as an intermediate stop.

The passengers didn't get off their plane, but the ships's crew bustled about to service the helicopter, relieve the pilot, and most impotrantly, brief the passengers on their mission and to add 4 more passengers.

Ther flight was rather uneasy, as the Janitor and Intern had never worked together before, and such an occurance was almost non-existant for socio-economic reasons, while the four Hurtian Marines simply looked ominous, and nobody spoke for the duration of the flight, aside from the constant growl of the Mi-17 or the lively chatter that could be heard amongst the pilot and co-pilot with local ground contol radar stations, mostly just to explain what they were doing and why they weren't supposed to be shot down.

The Tanker crew, though not entirely willing to cooperate, didn't really have much choice, and it wasn't so much of an inconvienence to let a helicopter ride with them, since they didnm't ask for anything else but for some deck space a refueling.

The last leg was much like the first, no audiable communication was given, the intern was reading through papers and orders, the janitor slept, one of the marines read a magazine, another cleaned his gun, the other two alternated between sleeping and looking out the door.

Upon reaching Hatarian territory however, things quickly changed, the marines hid themselves from view, and the one reading a magazine woke the Janitor, the intern was ordered to put away his papers.

The pilot then took the controls as the co-pilot radioed the control tower requesting permission to land.

(Reason ICly for being late is arranging for a nearby tanker to allow a Hurtian to ride, and in briefing the intern and janitor on their jobs)

To the Baron, he spoke a few, harsh words.
"Yes, and we've seen how far Transylvanian Loyalty extends to close friends such as Vetaka. The Commonwealth's actions in that war are deplorable to say the least. As the saying goes, Sir Admiral, 'My Country Right or Wrong.' Perhaps you would do well to remember that." Before the Admiral could even respond, they left. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the Baron return to his seat, rather annoyed. There'd be hell to pay, but a spat as minor as this one wouldn't lead to much. His office would send an appology of some form in the next day or two, if needed.

OOC: First off, don’t role-play as my people. I’ll write how they act, not you. And it’s Dominionite! And Terrance doesn’t have guards on him. The Honor Guards are around William, please pay attention.

IC: The Baron smiled at the fool in front of him. Questioning Dominionite Loyalty with allies, when anybody fool could see that Haven was throwing her weight around. The United Dominion or her Commonwealth couldn’t go to war with all of Haven. But some good do come from it, Vetaka survived and they are leaving Haven. As the person left, the Baron laughed at him.

“That was waste of hot air, boy. You have no idea how the world is ran, do you?” he asked as the person was leaving. “Don’t question Dominionite Loyalty when you need to take with those Havenites in blocking us form aiding an ally.”

The Baron smiled knowing that whatever that person said, it was bullshit in every matter.

Meanwhile, Terrance heard what that drunk said about his father and him. He moved Rei closer to the drunk dancers. He looked over at Rachel and smiled. “Your partner isn’t a smart man.” he said, looking over at the Arch Arsonist. “I heard what you said, sir, my father is in better shape then your drunk self. The health care in the United Dominion is better then your nation. You’re a sorry looking leader of a nation.” With that Terrance and Rei moved off somewhere else.

Maybe he was pushing it, but those two were on thin ice in his eyes.

OOC: First off, don’t role-play as my people. I’ll write how they act, not you. And it’s Dominionite! And Terrance doesn’t have guards on him. The Honor Guards are around William, please pay attention.

IC: The Baron smiled at the fool in front of him. Questioning Dominionite Loyalty with allies, when anybody fool could see that Haven was throwing her weight around. The United Dominion or her Commonwealth couldn’t go to war with all of Haven. But some good do come from it, Vetaka survived and they are leaving Haven. As the person left, the Baron laughed at him.

“That was waste of hot air, boy. You have no idea how the world is ran, do you?” he asked as the person was leaving. “Don’t question Dominionite Loyalty when you need to take with those Havenites in blocking us form aiding an ally.”

The Baron smiled knowing that whatever that person said, it was bullshit in every matter.

Meanwhile, Terrance heard what that drunk said about his father and him. He moved Rei closer to the drunk dancers. He looked over at Rachel and smiled. “Your partner isn’t a smart man.” he said, looking over at the Arch Arsonist. “I heard what you said, sir, my father is in better shape then your drunk self. The health care in the United Dominion is better then your nation. You’re a sorry looking leader of a nation.” With that Terrance and Rei moved off somewhere else.

Maybe he was pushing it, but those two were on thin ice in his eyes.


Rei Looked at the Two Drunks. "Seems they had a Bit TOO much." She said.

"sir, phone for you..." said a butler, holding a phone
Hasley took the phone "hello?" "what happened?!" "oh shit..."
Hasley put the phone back. "Goddamn Atopianans, if there's an Atopianan delegate here, i'm gonn KILL him!" Hasley kicked the bar, apparently cracking part of the wood, then he lowered his head into his hand "my family was killed when the Atopianans launched cruise missles at the capital."they have caused enough destruction in their long days. "they will all soon die..."

Rei Looked at the Two Drunks. "Seems they had a Bit TOO much." She said.

“Yup, it looks like they spent their time at the bar.” said Terrance, holding her hand. “Insulated my father, my nation, and me. That is reasons for an ass kicking, but their guest here.” He smiled, leading her to an on table.

“Tell me about yourself.” he said, pulling a chair out for her.

Beckenbauer suddenly halted and grabbed Gorobet's arm.
"Is that the ambassador from Cazelia?" he hissed.
"Why yes," droned Gorobets, "I do believe so."
Beckenbauer grinned and Gorobets widened his eyes in shock.
"You can't be serious!" he exclaimed, breaking his usual dour demeanour.
"Whyever not," smirked the Storm-General. "Come on you lackspittle, let's go and mingle." The two Skgorrians strode over to the Cazelians and
Storm-General Beckenbauer (i12.photobucket.com/albums/a246/doomboy536/beckenbauer.jpg) extended his hand.
"Storm-General Beckenbauer of Skgorria, Lord-Governor of and proud servant of the Pact of Iron. Who might you be?" he asked innocently.

Hasley turned around "President Jonathan Hasley"

OOC: You rped your Baron walking away and sitting down. I presumed, based on his dialogue, that he was annoyed to begin with. I also read the post “He spun in his chair and looked at the dance floor, where his son and Rei were already dancing to the tango.”

His Honor Guards at each side, their rifle still in their arms.

I read that as Rei and Terrance dancing, while honor guards were watching over them, rather than the Baron. My mistake.

Cazelia: I asked your leader a question 2 or 3 pages back; perhaps you missed it?

IC.

The Arch Arsonist kept a cool, calm demeanor. Sure, he was in a bloody rage in his mind, but his time would come. Right now his eyes could cut steel, and he barely restrained himself from taking the naval boy’s head off.

“Indeed, water would be nice, and I’m beginning to have enough of this “ball.” Perhaps I should send the Baron and his son a pair of unbunchable panties, might make them feel better. Maybe some Enzyte too.” He flagged a waiter carrying a tray of water, and took two glasses off.

“Do you care to hang around much? Its getting later, and if we are going to, as they say in polite society, ‘kick ass and take names,’ we might want to get some rest.”

OOC: You rped your Baron walking away and sitting down. I presumed, based on his dialogue, that he was annoyed to begin with. I also read the post “He spun in his chair and looked at the dance floor, where his son and Rei were already dancing to the tango.”

His Honor Guards at each side, their rifle still in their arms.

I read that as Rei and Terrance dancing, while honor guards were watching over them, rather than the Baron. My mistake.

OOC: He went the bar because he was tired of standing. And it was my wording that got you messed up

IC:The Arch Arsonist kept a cool, calm demeanor. Sure, he was in a bloody rage in his mind, but his time would come. Right now his eyes could cut steel, and he barely restrained himself from taking the naval boy’s head off.

“Ah…he’s wants to hurt me.” said Terrance look over at the Arch Arsonist. He looked back at Rei. “He's a fool because world leader or not, attacking a Dominion soldier, airman, or naval man during peace times will get him arrested.”

OOC: He didn't say anything about that, or even show it... is Terrance psychic?

Probably.

OOC: He didn't say anything about that, or even show it... is Terrance psychic?

OOC: ‘his eyes could cut steel’ Anybody could see that he would want to hurt him with a stare like that.

OOC: He might just really hate him and not want to hurt him...but meh

"So Cazelian eh?" Beckenbauer feigned surprise. "I know that you are suffering rather badly at the hands of our comrades in the Pact. Maybe you would be interested in us working on your behalf to end this war?"

"i lost my family along with 400,000 other innocent civilians! Atopiana will pay the price!" yelled Hasley giving the Pact of iron delegate a glare that could stop a bullet "they will all die..." "and anyone that intervenes will be killed"

The suited figure behind Beckenbauer took a step forward, but Beckenbauer thrust his arm out and blocked him from moving forward.
"Easy now," he warned, giving Gorobets a look. Gorobets nodded and took a step backwards, but did not keep his eyes off the Cazelian. The Storm-General then turned to the Cazelian and spoke,
"There is no such thing as innocence, only degrees of guilt. Your government chose to declare war on Atopiana and is now suffering the penalty. Your navy has been mauled and I hear that you've resorted to detonating atomic weaponry over your own soil to stop an air raid. How many aircraft did that one attack destroy - three hundred, four hundred? The Atopians have thousands more, and then if you add in the Skgorrian forces which you have yet to fight...well you understand. You brought this war upon yourselves," Beckenbauer stated icily, "but I stand here before you with an offer to end it now. Do you think the Pact has even begun to fight?"

"tell your goverment to stay out of this!" Hasley snarled "Leave, before i lose control of myself and kill you, you Facist scumbag!"

"I will not be moved," stated Beckenbauer calmly. "I am trying to end this senseless war and stop the killing, but you seem to intent on trying to kill me. Come to your senses you fool, I'm trying to save your lives here! Do you want other families to suffer the fate of your own because you're too stubborn and arrogant? Do you want all their deaths on your conscience? Wake up!" Beckenbauer snapped, momentarily losing his cool.

“Oh shit…” said the Baron under his breath, listening to Hasley. “This isn’t going to turn out good.” Thinking on his feet, the Baron had to stop this before it got way out of hand. That even means being nice to the Fascist military officers.

“Storm-General Beckenbauer!” he called over to the man. “Come have drink with an old man.”

OOC: No worries, and apologies for the late post. Biology Practical today, and many more exams to come. So, it'll be sporadic. If you need to move on, make up a situation that you need to, and I'll work with it. Apologies again.

"Well, a womans touch and all that. Conrad, would you care to get us a drink? I'll have the cabernet sauvignon, Cadence...?"
"Oh, well, I'll have a drop of the claret, if it's there. If not...the same as the Chancelloress."
"Right away. Erm, Miss Governess?"

After the General, looking a little put out at the Governess's comment, had ambled off to hunt down the captain, or his equivalent, Santina decided to continue the conversation.

"COMECON-SD? All a lot of man-talk, if you ask me, the delegate has informed us on what needs changing...I rather liked our protected economy, if you ask me, but there we go. And Conrad won't be offended...he deals with such things from the feminist aspect of the press anyway. And I think he likes you..." She commented, with a mischevious glint in her eye.

Cadence, however, was looking rather thoughtful. She had noticed the look on the guards faces, and had surmised by this point that the Governess had said something not intended, and she could guess what it was. She'd make a mental note of this; could make good material for later events. Whilst Santina maintained an air of friendliness and always kept a diplomatic smile, Cadence was the real brains behind the operation, making the notes, and directing the power as needed.

"Ah, Conrad, the drinks. Fantastic. Erm...right, that's the cabernet, and your claret...and what are those guards up to?" She pointed towards the Black Sashes, who were standing at attention and looking rather murderous.

The Black Sashes guards were known throughout The Arab League for loyalty to their leader, Chancellor Bab El Ehr. Their name derived from the black sash worn across the left shoulder, a tribute to their chancellor from his time as a warlord in Khamali's history. Nowadays, they were almost an army unto themselves, with everything from their own sidearms to artillery, grenades to battleships. It was little wonder that the Chancelloress had trusted these men as her guards, not to mention they made one heck of an impression.

"Not sure, m'a'm, the commandant merely says they're doing their duty. Rather...rude, if you ask me. So, Ms Governess, tell me a little about Wagdog..."

"why you little shit!" Hasley yelled, throwing his fist at the Facist officer...

A small, dishevelled man, seemingly wearing clothes a size too large, shuffled up to the guards outside the building. As he approached the guards, he groped in his raincoat's pockets for his papers; "You're on duty I suppose," he said, half-growling, half-coughing the words out from around his tattered fag, "so here's my credentials. Maksim Melchak, Atopian Diplomatic Corps. I'm here to enjoy a drink or ten at your government's expense. I'm expected."

This speech over, he slouched back - lounging in thin air - projecting an aura of sleazy diffidence. In the orange lights of the guard post, his tattered suit and dull, stained raincoat gave him the appearance of a late 20th century detective from a pulp TV series. Sighing, he took a long drag on his cigarette and, seeing it was almost out, shook another from his silver case and lit it with the one in his mouth. Deftly swapping smokes, he flicked the dead fag-end onto the ground and crushed it under his shoe.

"Well," he growled, "finished looking at the pictures yet?"

"don't like the look of things"said the Man to the Woman as they dance

Hearing his name called, Beckenbauer turned and saw that it was a Dominionite who had called his name.
"I'll be right with you, just need to sort this out" he called cheerfully, just before the Cazelian's fist slammed into his right cheek, sending the Skgorrian sprawling on the floor and knocking into several other diplomats. The suited figure of Gorobets remained still, he had been ordered not to attack anyone unless expressly ordered to do so and would not deviate from his orders. Beckenbauer attempted to get back on his feet...

"why you little shit!" Hasley yelled, throwing his fist at the Facist officer...

"This is Turning out Better then I Thought." Asuka said.

OOC: In case you ask, he had been at the talks there, so he politely asked to come to the party, and he was accepted.

Adm.Arnold walked into the palace, saw the Skigorran officer sprawled and getting up off the floor. He walked over to the Cazelian and grabbed him by the collar and said "I would suggest not attacking anyone, I personally don't mind this "Fascist scum" as you call him, I've met him before, he's a nice gentlemen, so knock it off!" He threw the Cazelian down on the floor with a judo move and backed off, and said to the Skigorran "Hi, I am Adm.Arnold, how did you provoke this fight?"

Hearing his name called, Beckenbauer turned and saw that it was a Dominionite who had called his name.
"I'll be right with you, just need to sort this out" he called cheerfully, just before the Cazelian's fist slammed into his right cheek, sending the Skgorrian sprawling on the floor and knocking into several other diplomats. The suited figure of Gorobets remained still, he had been ordered not to attack anyone unless expressly ordered to do so and would not deviate from his orders. Beckenbauer attempted to get back on his feet...

"you think you've got it bad? i lost my leg in Cyconut, and now ive lost my family because of you facist pigs! all of your goddamn use of nuclear weapons angianst civilians is why we went to war with Atopiana" Hasley yelled at the two men and turned away

Adm.Arnold whispered to the Skigorran "I think I am glad to have that crazy man off of our hands don't you?"

"Atopian weapons, not Skgorrian!" called out Beckenbauer. "So this is what happens to a diplomat these days? I try and make peace and what do I get - a punch in the face!" Beckenbauer shook his head in disgust before meeting the eyes of Admiral Arnold.
"The man has lost his family, so I think we can make some allowance for him," spokeBeckenbauer as he rubbed his face where the Cazelian had hit him. It was still a little sore, but like most Skgorrians he had recieved far far worse.
"Thanks for the help Admiral, I don't recall having met you before...was it during the Hatarian campaign?" wondered Beckenbauer. "We ought to go over and say our greetings to the Dominion, follow me." He began to walk over to the Baron

Adm.Arnold whispered to the Skigorran "I think I am glad to have that crazy man off of our hands don't you?"

"crazy? my family was killed during the bombing of a city, along with another
400,000 innocent civilians!"

"Which Skgorria played no part in, and is even right now trying to end this senseless war. Good grief man, we even offered to send missile batteries to help defend your cities!" Beckenbauer was clearly exasperated, "I'm trying to save the lives of your people here, help me out will you?"

Adm.Arnold shook his head and said to him as they walked "Nah, I was just attempting to make him go away, I can make an allowance for him losing his family, I just think his mental state..( looking at the Cazelian rep, and turning back) is zilch. I think something happened to him, I feel sorry for him. Our nation is in the Dominion Commonwealth, is your nation?"

Lord Sumguy entered, having decided to attend personally and feeling rather embarrased for arriving late, and went over to one of the food tables, watching the scuffle between the Skgorrian and the Cazelian with amusement. Although it was rude to hit someone, he couldnt help but feel sorry for the obviously troubled and distressed Cazelian, and walked over to him, hoping to strike up a conversation and learn more about the nuclear weapon use the Cazelian had been yelling about.

"Right," snarled Maksim, grabbing his papers from the bemused guard, "you've had long enough, I'm going in."

Shrugging them off, he pushed through the doors and strode towards the noise of the main hall.

"Fucking country bumpkin soldiers," he grumbled as he walked into the main room, "couldn't guard a fucking prison from the inside. Tossers. Now, my dear," he said, accosting a waitress, "where does a man get a drink in a swanky place like this..."

"im sorry, it was just so sudden, i guess i just over reacted" Hasley said softly "and sorry about the punch"

Adm.Arnold said to Hasley "I think it's okay, sorry for throwing you, I was afraid you were going to throw another punch at him, so I had to well, you felt what happened. Sorry." He shook Hasley's hand, and walked off with the Skgorrian.

the Man picks up the Woman and carry her off the dance floor
"where are we going"ask the Woman
"away form the nut cases"said Man

"Well thanks anyway," offered Beckenbauer sincerely to Admiral Arnold before turning to the Cazelian.
"I feel your pain, I lost my wife to a Dedication Division attack years ago. As for the punch," Beckenbauer paused and briefly stared daggers at the Cazelian, "such behaviour is completely unacceptable for a diplomat. I will excuse you this time, given the circumstances. Now do you wish to end this war?" Whilst the Cazelian was thinking this over, Beckenbauer turned back to Arnold.
"No we're not members of the Dominion, ever since the invasion of British Londinium the Dominion has rather looked down on Skgorria and Atopiana. Can't see that the Count would be too happy about allowing fascists into his alliance," chuckled the Storm-General before looking over at the Baron.
"Fear not sir," he called out, "I will join you soon when I have sorted all of this out."

"we will end this senseless war, although the Atopianans commited warcrimes, and must be punished for it" said Hasley strongly, shaking the Skgorrian's hand "thank you"

Adm.Arnold nodded and said "I don't mind Fascist's like you, I have a hatred for communist's, you might have heard of the Calizorinstani Civil War, communist's started it, and it lasted a year, we had to do bunker raid's, and we finally found the CCP leader, and executed him. However, Fascist's on the other hand don't cause trouble in our country, however communist's are not welcome by any means. My Lord Govenor (Our President) fly's around in a Tu-95, I fly an A-3 Skywarrior. So does my wife in fact."

"You're welcome," smiled the Skgorrian warmly as he shook the Cazelian's hand. "Get in touch with the Atopians and call a cease-fire, I know they'll accept with a little pressure from our end." He winked at these words and released the Cazelian's hand.
"I think you have work to do, and I have some mingling. Take care," and with that the Skgorrian about-faced and walked away towards the Baron.
"Nice to end wars for once," he quipped to Admiral Arnold. "The Tu-95 is a nice aircraft, I myself have a converted B1 to travel in. Though we recently upgraded the Luft-SS to have Tu-160 bombers. Now that is a nice pice of kit.

Hearing the word 'Atopiana' floating over the hubbub of the hall, Maksim took the drink proffered by the waitress, knocked it back in one - pausing only to spit out the olive - and sidled towards the source.

Then he stopped. And stared.

Beckenbauer, he thought, here? Damn, but the Skgorrians must be serious... shit, I suppose I have to go over and act all inferior. Bastard Skgorrians. Fuck it, here goes nothing.

"Storm-General," he called, cigarette hanging dangerously loose from his lips, "what a pleasant surprise!"

A sudden stench came over Beckenbauer and he repressed a gag.Smells like cigars and cheap whores...
"Hello Maksim," beamed Beckenbauer, injecting an enthusiasm into his voice that he did not feel. "Welcome to the party. We're just going to go over and say 'ah herro!' to the Dominion. Fancy it?"

Scratching his stubble, Maksim smiled a hollow smile and nodded his assent. Absently, he reached out and took another drink from another waiter, holding the fine glass like a pint.

"So, Storm-General, any news? The drooling morons on the gate couldn't decide if my papers were legit so I just walked in... did they give you any trouble?"

Lord Sumguy walked up to Hasely and waited for him to finish his current conversation.

Adm.Arnold grinned and whipped out a picture of him at the control's of an A-3 Skywarrior and said "I love it, people can see my smoke trail's from 50 miles! It's a nice flying aircraft, I personally love it, but the President says that he's upgrading me to a Tu-22M Backfire for my travel's as a free retirement gift, the state's paying for it, had any experiance's with the Tu-22?"

Can't stop drinking for more than a moment can you, vile sub-human? spat Beckenbauer mentally.
"Believe it or not, I had to arrive here with Gorobets on a goddamn mastodon! What the hell is wrong with a car, or even a motorbike?" Hans was exasperated at the Hatarians and their bizzare ways. "No wonder we crushed them in the field." Beckenbauer then took the picture offered to him by Admiral Arnold.
"Nice!" he grinned, "I haven't flown a Backfire, but our Naval Strike Arm swears by them. Ground vehicles are my game really, I've got my old BMP-II at home that I used during the War of Seperation. Still got some Atopian blood on the tracks," he jibed, smirking at Maksim.

Maksim grunted, and knocked back his third drink of the night.

"Blood on the tracks may be the case, but from what I can remember from my history you took a lot of dead getting across the Grand Line. Huh. That song still in your charts, by any chance? Oh, and the Tu-22 is old hat, my dear fellow, we fly the Tu-160 in its updated form of the Tu/AMI-190 or 200 versions. Backfire is alright but easily countered by more modern anti-air assets... fuck, my shoelace is undone. 'scuse I."

Adm.Arnold grinned and said "My friend is the Calizorinstani Special Operations Commander and he gave me his pistol and rifle he used to kill the rebel's in the Calizorinstani Civil War too. The President's updgrading my Tu-22V (The V stands for VIP model) with a Garmin Glass cockpit, and American engine's for better relibility. It will be painted white with a blue stripe across the top saying "The Admiral of the Navy" and a black nose section from the cockpit foward, I will fly it myself, I have my son as my co-pilot, I have a picture from the ground of the A-3, of him at the controls." He showed a picture of the A-3 from the side of the runway, with the A-3 at the hold posistion.

"A few hundred thousand or so, mostly Ventersdorpian prisoners to clear the way. As you say, all old hat now," dismissed Beckenbauer. "The band that did that song were liquidated a few months ago for some offense or another, not that it really matters. His Will Is Law and all that." Beckenbauer then took another look at the pictures offered by Arnold.
"Kids eh? Mine's a divisional commander in the Waffen-SS. She's even had the 'Zionbane' division under her command," he boasted proudly. "Best division in all of the Pact, and my baby led them into battle."

Adm.Arnold nodded politely and said "Well um, you see sir Maksim, It's a VIP aircraft, we do use Tu-160's. My son is now a full squadron commander in the Air Force, took out 5 Communist Party T-72's, and one whole bunker complex during the civil war, and shot down 3 CCP Mig-23's in his F/A-15N fighter jet. So you see why I am proud of him, Barman, a root beer if you please."

outside in the jeep with it's roof up the Man was busy with the Woman to care about the ball

outside in the jeep with it's roof up the Man was busy with the Woman to care about the ball

Inside in the ball, most of the other diplomats were far too busy having fun and doing something meaningful to worry about the Imperials who had shown up, danced and left without doing anything.

"Make mine a brandy," asked Beckenbauer. "Drinks are free here right?"

"GOD," cried Maksim, throwing his hands in the air in mock outrage, "you're so fucking dull! I don't give a shit about your bloody kids, or your plane, or your flaming car! It's boring! Uninteresting! Duller than a bowl of muddy water scooped from the banks of the Ganges during the monsoon! If we want to compare penis size in the form of private vehicles, I have a knackered 2305 Atopian Civic, it works if you kick the bastard twice in the morning; and if you're really lucky the windscreen wipers work when it's sunny. Now - fucksake - can we cut to the chase, please? We're here to scope each other out, see if we're nations worth allying with or pouncing on with Great Military Force (tm). The alcohol's crap, the music's worse, the company is vile - the Storm-General and certain waitresses excepted - and for the love of all that's holy, I've not even begun to get rid of last night's hangover. I'm going to find someone more interesting," he spat at the Calizorinstani, through gritted teeth, "than you."

With that, he span on his heels - raincoat whirling around him - and strode off, surrounded by a haze of cigarette smoke.

Seeing at the Storm-General was having a hard time getting over to talk with him, the Baron got up from his chair and started over to him. The old man didn’t mean for him to get hit, but it was fucking funny as the Count couldn’t stand Skgorrians or Atopianans and the Baron knew it.

Walking up on them, William smiled. “Storm-General, I didn’t mean for you to get punched. I was just trying to put water on the flame.” he said, offering his hand to Beckenbauer. “I’m Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria.” His Honor Guards standing behind on each side.

Meanwhile, Terrance looked over at Rei. “Rei, are you here? You’re daydreaming on me. I asked you to tell me more about yourself.” he said, thinking that his father set him up with the wrong person.

Adm.Arnold threw his glass at the retreating Atopitana and turned to the Skiggoran "I understand why that Cazealian hates Atopitana so much, I dislike that bloodly fellow, I am a more capable admiral then he'll (he raised his voice at the Atopitan) Wan't a fight eh, I dare you, you just insulted my country, my honor, and we must fight!" He tore off his jacket and pulled out a K-Bar knife, then sheathed it and said to the Skigorrian "Sorry for being a jerk, this is a diplomatic trouble brewing." He ran up behind Makism, and kicked him in the back, near the tail-bone. He seethed with anger.

Hans decided to say nothing about Maksim and merely coughed as the outraged Atopian stormed away. When the Baron came up, Beckenbauer gave a salute and took the Baron's hand, shaking it firmly.
"Storm-General Hans Beckenbauer, currently Governor-General of Western China, but I'm sure you know that seeing as though the Hatarians have fallen in with you Dominionites. I hope that Hataria will become a more positive impact on the world and...oh shit!" Beckenbauer just saw Maksim get kicked by Admiral Arnold.
"Admiral!" he called out, "what the hell are you doing?"

Adm.Arnold whirled at the Skiggoran and said "Giving this impudant man the rump kicking he need's!" He walked over to the Skiggoran, calmed down and said "I am sorry sir, I lost my temper, I honestly didn't intend to hurt him, but if he comes back to attack me, I have no problem fighting back if he intend's to play rough with me, I am a black belt in ni-jits-su! I am totally ashamed off myself, could we go off and talk alone, before I am forced to fight him?"

Staggering, Maksim turned, his face a blank mask as he took in the situation.

"You're a fuckwit. A moron. A retarded, dribbling baby. Worse, in fact," he said, evenly, "only I haven't the vocabulary of insults to correctly convey just how much of a scumbag you are."

Throwing the contents of his sixth cocktail into the man's face, Maksim drove his rigid hand forwards towards his assailants' throat. At the same time, his stance altered subtly as he balanced and prepared for what he liked to call 'significant violence'. A lightning kick towards his opponent's kneecap was followed with a knee towards the genitals and a lunge with his head towards the Admiral's nose. Grabbing his cigarette with his spare hand, Melchak attempted to grind the lit stub out on his attacker's face.

Already he could feel the first stimulants pumping through his veins, speeding his reflexes and raising his tolerance of pain...

Adm.Jack Arnold staggerd from the hit on the kneecap, but he wasn't a man to be downed easily, rolled on the floor to avoid the hit in the groin, and dodged the ciggerate stub, and did a kick to Maksim's groin, and did a body shot near the kidney's but not near them and knee'd Maskim again, grabbed him by the shoulder's and threw him to the floor and said "I would say the same thing about you, moron!" He threw the content's of his root beer in his opponent's eye's and said "Take that you mooorrroon!" He yelled that last loud and said to his opponent "I am sorry for my provocation, I was at fault, and I aplogize, but if you're going to attack me, I am going to fight you, and show you what's for! We Calizorinstani's aren't to be messed around."

The High General pulled a radio of his belt and spoke into it.

"Security, there are two drunken idiots beating the crap out of each other, kindly break it up."

He changed the channel and called the head of his protection unit.

"Hey Steinberg, you got that dart gun with the sedatives in it?"

"Yes sir, I'll bring it right over."

“I hope so, too.” said the Baron. “Maybe the Hatarains will become like the Dominionites, even thought we aren’t well liked by a lot of people.”

“Admiral Arnold, behave yourself. Atopianans are assholes and everybody knows that.” said the Baron, looking over at Admiral Arnold. He looked back at Beckenbauer. “But the Skgorrians are the better of those in the Pact of Iron.”

As Maksim launched his attack on Admiral Arnold and the Admiral’s counter attack., the Baron’s Honor Guards clicked off their safeties on their rifle. The Baron gave them the signal with nod. They raised their rifles and pointed at Maksim.

“Sir, you have two highly trained marines pointing their rifles at you. Be smart and leave this palace. Leave these lands before you are killed.” said the Baron. “Understand?”

Lord Sumguy witnessed this with a growing level of shock. "Jesus Christ! we cant have a barfight here!" he thought, throwing off his jacket and running to attempt to get between the two who were figting so that he could calm them down.

walking back in with her clothes mess up the Woman takes one look at the ones fighting
"nuts"she said
"yes"said the man as he move up behind her

Admiral Arnold blushed and walked towards the Count "You might say I was the donkey, but I am very aware of my action's and I am very penitent, and( he walked out of reach of Maksim) and I will aplogize to you Mr.Beckenbauer, I was drunk, and I will be very careful of my action's in the future, and Count, I have been a jerk, let's all just forget okay! I was drunk, and a donkey's rump but I am now aware of what I did, so let's make peace okay?" He held his hand to Mr.Beckenbauer and the Count.

The High Generals head of security rushed up with the dart gun and handed it to the High General. He took aim, which was hard as the two idiots were moving around a lot and fired. He pulled the cocking lever, inserted another dart and shot at the other man.

“Yes, you are drunk because you walked in front of live rifles and called me Count.” said the Baron with a smile. “Go get some coffee or something.” He still eyed Maksim.

Adm.Arnold dodged the dart, and said to them "I am in my correct state of mind, I only had Root Beer, a non alcholic drink, please, I aplogized and this is what I get! I know what I did was wrong, and I saw you move in out of the corner of my eye. I am not threatening anyone, no rather just telling you to hold off. I promise I will not get into a fight this evening." He saw Maksim get struck by the dart and fall asleep.

Admiral replied to the Baron "Whoops, I guess I am, I'm going to the bar to get some coffee, I guess no harm done eh Baron?" He shook the Baron's hand firmly, and walked to the bar and said "I would like some coffee, yes I won't get drunk, I'll have a vanilla frappicuno please."

...did a kick to Maksim's groin, and did a body shot near the kidney's but not near them and knee'd Maskim again, grabbed him by the shoulder's and threw him to the floor

OOC: That'd be a godmod. :p You cannae tell me what you did to my character. Note well how I phrased my assault, giving you the opportunity - which you took - to avoid or deflect the blows. As it is, now I'm just going to play foul. :D

IC:

Maksim grinned as he rolled over onto his back. His system was buzzing with stimulants - everything seemed just right. Calmly, smoothly, almost faster than the eye could follow, he slid the single-shot explosive round .75 calibre self-defence pistol into his hand. Placing the muzzle against the Admiral's stomach, he smiled.

The flat, harsh, bang of the weapon's discharge cut through the chatter of the room and echoed in the hall.

Before it had died away, before the marines could pull the triggers on their rifles, he vaulted over the obviously seriously wounded Admiral and dived into the crowd. Within seconds he'd vanished, lost amongst the rooms and almost certainly gone from the building...

"good thing i told the Emperor it's a waste of time dealing with this lot"said the Man to the Woman
"an what did say to that"ask the Woman
"he side with me"said the Man

OOC: And what you did was a godmode, too.

IC: But the problem is as Maksim escaped out of the ball room and the two Honor Guards, he ran outside into the other marines. Their rifles pointed at the man and “Give up!” came from one of the six marines. Each one had thier trigger fingers on thier triggers, aimed to harm, not kill.

OOC: I realize that, and I am sorry, I'll retract what I did. If your character apologize's I will too. I'll just say I got some scrape's and hit's, and that your's got some hit's and dived off into the crowd what do you say?"


IC: Adm.Arnold knew he had been shot through the stomach and yelled "Die you SOB, I can't wait until you go to hell! I hope Satan listen's to me! Doctor, help me!" Doctor's came rushing over and he said "I hope God forgive's me, am I going to live?"

"Get a paramedic!" Lord Sumguy yelled, who had been watching the fight. He rushed to the admiral, ripping off a part of his sleeve to hopefully stem the blood flow with.

"if its any consolation" he said to the admiral once he had reached him, "The Holy empire of Lord Sumguy and all of the nations in our region will aid your nation in any action it may take against Atopiana.

Jacob had seen the whole thing, from start to finish. He saw the glint of steel as the Atopianan pulled the gun. He saw the gun pressed into the gut of the Calizornistanian. He saw the finger tighten on the trigger, and the spray of blood from out of the back of the Admiral.

It seemed like the entire hall dissolved into chaos. Jacob tried to fight his way through the crowd to find the crazed man who had just shot the Admiral, but to no avail. It appeared that the man had left the palace and in a matter of minutes he would be gone from Hataria.

snip
OOC bit of Far Cry here
IC
the Man pushed the Woman to behind him,his eye went from Blue to Yellow as he raise his Rifle

OOC: Nah, this is just as much fun, I've never murdered a diplomat before. :)

"Give up," laughed Maksim, "when I outnumber you one to six? Never." Flicking back his suit jacket, he exposed the small black box attached to his belt.

"The good thing about cancer," he began, "is that you've nothing to lose. Ta-ta."

With that, he blew up.

OOC: Poor Maksim. :( :p

OOC: Nah, this is just as much fun, I've never murdered a diplomat before. :)

"Give up," laughed Maksim, "when I outnumber you one to six? Never." Flicking back his suit jacket, he exposed the small black box attached to his belt.

"The good thing about cancer," he began, "is that you've nothing to lose. Ta-ta."

With that, he blew up.

OOC: Poor Maksim. :( :p

OOC: You just made my day. Now we can talk about something other than politics in this thread :p

Adm.Arnold said to the doctor "I belive in Jesus Christ that even if I die, I will go to heaven, I might still live, I have a feeling there's a good chance I'll make it. Call an Anglican Preist will you?" He felt like he was strong enough to make it.

OOC: Nah, this is just as much fun, I've never murdered a diplomat before. :)

"Give up," laughed Maksim, "when I outnumber you one to six? Never." Flicking back his suit jacket, he exposed the small black box attached to his belt.

"The good thing about cancer," he began, "is that you've nothing to lose. Ta-ta."

With that, he blew up.

OOC: Poor Maksim. :( :p

he was pushed out of a window by the Imperial Man who had jump at him

he was pushed out of a window by the Imperial Man who had jump at him

OOC: But this is outside and he blew up...

"Oh shit! Well this party just got interesting.'

From outside a large BOOM!! was heard. The High Generals security detail ran over and grabbed him and his wife.

"Sir, its not safe we gotta get you outta here."

And with that, the High General was gone.

OOC: But this is outside and he blew up...

OOC i pushed him outside so he could

Adm.Arnold said to the doctor "I belive in Jesus Christ that even if I die, I will go to heaven, I might still live, I have a feeling there's a good chance I'll make it. Call an Anglican Preist will you?" He felt like he was strong enough to make it.

"Luckily, I am an anglican priest." Lord Sumguy said, "I served as a chaplain in my nation's army before being elected to leadership. Would you like me to stay with you and pray?"

OOC: That'd be a godmod. :p You cannae tell me what you did to my character. Note well how I phrased my assault, giving you the opportunity - which you took - to avoid or deflect the blows. As it is, now I'm just going to play foul. :D

IC:

Maksim grinned as he rolled over onto his back. His system was buzzing with stimulants - everything seemed just right. Calmly, smoothly, almost faster than the eye could follow, he slid the single-shot explosive round .75 calibre self-defence pistol into his hand. Placing the muzzle against the Admiral's stomach, he smiled.

The flat, harsh, bang of the weapon's discharge cut through the chatter of the room and echoed in the hall.

Before it had died away, before the marines could pull the triggers on their rifles, he vaulted over the obviously seriously wounded Admiral and dived into the crowd. Within seconds he'd vanished, lost amongst the rooms and almost certainly gone from the building...


Sadly for The Assasin, Hatarian Marines were alover the City and The City was in Lockdown thanks to a Kidnapping. so The Assasin was trapped. No escape.

OOC: Y'know I knew this was a bad idea. Drunken enemies in the same room never turns otu good.

“Shit bomb!” yelled the marine. They dove for cover behind whatever they could before the terrorist could go up. What the fuck was going on?

Inside the ballroom, the Baron pulled out a radio and tried to get a medic in the room now. BOOM! Come from outside . The Baron looked over at one of his Honor Guards and asked. “What the fuck ?”

“They said the man blew himself up.” said the Honor Guards with his robot sounding voice.

“Shit!” said the Baron.

Meanwhile, Terrence came running over to Arnold and looked at the wounds. “Shit, we need a medic now.” he said, taking his coat off and gloves off. “I’m happy I have some medic training.” He grabbed his coat and put pressure on the wound.

Jacob fought he way back through the crowd to find his wife and son. He pushed aside diplomats and royals, not caring whose toe he stepped on or whose suit he messed up.

"There you are!" He cried, reaching Eliza and Randall. "Some madman just murdered a diplomat! We need to -"

There was a loud BOOM from outside. The Prince didn't know what was happening, but it wasn't good.

"We need to find someone who knows whats going on and how to get out of here! We can't afford to stay any longer!"

Sadly for The Assasin, Hatarian Marines were alover the City and The City was in Lockdown thanks to a Kidnapping. so The Assasin was trapped. No escape.

OOC: If the city's locked down, what's this gonna mean for the people trying to escape? :eek: You're gonna have a mod of frantic and panicked high-powered people on your hands.

"he was wearing bomb all this time"said the Man as he walk back in

OOC: Hataria doesn't realise the dude blew himself up

OOC: Hat, he went out by himself. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12682685&postcount=400
But we do need a medic tho.

Adm.Arnold looked up at Lord Sumguy and said "Yes, stay with me and pray please, I think if I live, the Lord's healed my temper problem forever, if I don't I think he's forgiven me. I am sorry everyone for being a jerk, it's my fault and I take full responsiblity, and if you will accept it, my apology. Ah, I feel somewhat better, with God and Jesus at my side. I have a good feeling somehow, even if I die, or if I live, I'll be fine." He looked up contendly, and relaxed his shoulder's but kept his eyes open.

"fuck it"said the Man then walks over to Adm.Arnold
"hold him down and get me a lighter and a bottle of booze"said the Man

A Calizorinstan Marine Medic ran in through the door, and to Adm.Arnold's side, examined the wound and said "I think if I can extract the bullet, he will live, hold him down, I'll work the wound."

After 10 minute's he smiled and said "Look at this sucker." He held up a .75 cal bullet from the gun that had done the deed. "I already transfused some blood in him, I am sewing back the wound up, he'll live, just I need you folk's around a little longer." Adm.Arnold felt less like he was dieing now.

Lord Sumguy looked up at the marine: "Alright, brace yourself Admiral." He held down the admiral's arms and began to recite the Lord's prayer.

After seeing the High General into his APC, the High Generals medic rushed back into the building with two members of the High Generals guard.

"Anything we can do? We have some supplies, a couple painkillers and a few tourniquets. Here take a look in my med kit."

The Medic smiled "Yeah, Adm.Arnold here's a painkiller, and water, and I'll use a tourqunet on his arm, where I transfused the blood." He administered the painkiller and and said "I think he'll pull through the recovery, I am glad I got to him in time. Thank you High General."

Terrance moved out of the way after Calizorinstan Marine Medic showed up. His hands were covered in blood, his coat was, too. This messed up his night. “Damn, that fascist nut job.” he said, getting up to looked for a restroom to clean the off of his hand. His uniform would have to be dry cleaned.

The Baron looked at the Strom-General “Don’t listen to my son, he wasn’t targeting you.” he said, putting up his radio.

Panic hit The ball Room, most of The Nobles were scared and were about to run when a Commanding voice said "EVERYONE PLEASE STOP!" everyone looked at Grand Admiral Rei. "Don't Panic, The Medics are on their way and The Hatarian Marines will guard The Palace." She said as the Medics came in.

Outside

"What is going on in there?" a Woman asked, She was Dressed in a Hatarian Dress-Robe (like what Nomadic Nobles wear.) and had her hair in a odd looking Hair style, it looked like a Large Chinese fan. She was Gauo Remiayo, Canidate for Khagan, Head of The Hatarian Communist People's Party and the New Leader of the HatarCong, the First Moderate Leader ever.

She came to the Dominionite Guards. "I wish to Speak to Barbarossa." She said.

"Get a paramedic!" Lord Sumguy yelled, who had been watching the fight. He rushed to the admiral, ripping off a part of his sleeve to hopefully stem the blood flow with.

"if its any consolation" he said to the admiral once he had reached him, "The Holy empire of Lord Sumguy and all of the nations in our region will aid your nation in any action it may take against Atopiana.

Hasley ran over "ive got medical skills, i was an army medic for 7 years"
he put his hand over the wound "Bartender! get me any sort of cloth that you have!" he yelled towards the barkeep "do you now see why were at war the the cowardly scum!"

"guns, bomb i would think i was back in Nam"said the Man

Outside

"What is going on in there?" a Woman asked, She was Dressed in a Hatarian Dress-Robe (like what Nomadic Nobles wear.) and had her hair in a odd looking Hair style, it looked like a Large Chinese fan. She was Gauo Remiayo, Canidate for Khagan, Head of The Hatarian Communist People's Party and the New Leader of the HatarCong, the First Moderate Leader ever.

She came to the Dominionite Guards. "I wish to Speak to Barbarossa." She said.

The Grand Master, which as outside overlooking the front door at the time, looked at this woman. In his armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/LosguardiasdeDiablosArmor.jpg), she could see his face or anything.

“Follow me.” he said, turning and enter in the palace. Two more Devil’s Guards would step behind her.

In the ballroom, Barbarossa was already guarded by two Devil’s Guards, which had their shield around the young boy after the shot was hear and the bomb.

The Grand Master lead her to Barbarossa, which meant most of the Devil’s Guards were watching over the young Emperor. They created a defensives circle around the boy.

“Lord Governor, Gauo Remiayo would like to speak with you.” said the Grand Master, looking at Barbarossa.

Hasley ran over "ive got medical skills, i was an army medic for 7 years"
he put his hand over the wound "Bartender! get me any sort of cloth that you have!" he yelled towards the barkeep "do you now see why were at war the the cowardly scum!"

the Bartender Gave Haskey the Cloth.

"vel'bol natha bunch d' claun"said the Man to the Woman
"udos shlu'ta sevir lu' nau uss orn'la zhaun"said the Woman back to him

the Bartender Gave Haskey the Cloth.

OOC Hasley its spelled with an L

The Grand Master, which as outside overlooking the front door at the time, looked at this woman. In his armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/LosguardiasdeDiablosArmor.jpg), she could see his face or anything.

“Follow me.” he said, turning and enter in the palace. Two more Devil’s Guards would step behind her.

In the ballroom, Barbarossa was already guarded by two Devil’s Guards, which had their shield around the young boy after the shot was hear and the bomb.

The Grand Master lead her to Barbarossa, which meant most of the Devil’s Guards were watching over the young Emperor. They created a defensives circle around the boy.

“Lord Governor, Gauo Remiayo would like to speak with you.” said the Grand Master, looking at Barbarossa.

“Lord Governor, Gauo Remiayo would like to speak with you.” said the Grand Master, looking at Barbarossa.

“Lord Governor, Gauo Remiayo would like to speak with you.” said the Grand Master, looking at Barbarossa.

Barbarossa was in shock at seeing the Assasination of a Person. Ryu Came over to The Grand Master. "Let her in." She said.

Lord Sumguy stood up, wiping blood from his hands onto his shirt. "Thank God, you look like you will be alright." he said to the Admiral, "may i be of any further service? A drive to the hospital perhaps?"

OOC: I'm presuming the Baron is still there, otherwise it will be what ever head of state seems to be of the most importance.

At the sound of the shot, the 10 Deathwatch guards stormed in, their DR-83.II's looking surprisingly out of place, brought to bear. The explosion went off, the shockwave breaking most of the glass in the room. The Ennuisians were not stupid; the drunken General had brought his sidearm up, but had reholstered it.

"Sir, lets get you out of here" said Major Reinhard, his sidearm out and visible, ignoring the loud Hatarian.

"Indeed. Major Reinhard, please inform any ranking members of the Hatarian government that the Deathwatch are at their services to give medical care before any first responders can arrive, and that our ship is open to give triage or housing to any diplomats who are stuck here." replied the Arch Arsoinst... "Miss Levitt, you are obviously more than welcome to avail yourself to Ennuisian aboard the White Dawn, it is just a short few minutes away from the palace, and we'll be in the way."

Major Reinhard saluted, before jogging off to the young emperor, who was now surrounded by heavily armored men.

Across the room, the first of the 10 Deathwatch, all trained EMT-CC were spreading out, seeing as the Arch Arsonist was, at least for now, fine.

"First Lieutenant Dragos Mikhailo, reporting. We are trained EMTs" he said to the Calizorinstan, we will help you stabilize the Admiral if necessary." He saluted the Baron, who appeared to be the most stately of the diplomats. "Is everyone all right?"

Meanwhile, the other fireteam rushed the bathroom after Terrance, having watched him since the apparent altercation. They threw open the door.

"Sir, we are soldiers of the Ennuisian military and trained to give critical medical care, and you appear hurt. Is there anything we can do?"

outside a Chinook lands and the jeep load on to it
"well we are off no point talking to rude poeple"said the Woman
"call youselfs diplomats "said the Man then turns to the Woman
"lets go i got troops to order about and you to bed"said the Man as he heads out
"yes hun"said the Woman then to the diplomats "not ever call us for help "she said

the Chinook takes off and head out to sea to a waiting ship

Hasley looked over at the grey midget and looked back at the imperial delegates "do you know that guy?"

Reynald was ready. With his flesh burning he ran too the child teeth bared. He lauched him self on top of the child. biting and scratching, screaming wildly.

"ITS OURS!!!! OUR OWN!!!! OUR PRECIOUSSSS! GIVE IT TOO USS!!!!"

In light of all the events occuring around them, the pair struggled into a table, until they fell too the floor....

Rachel threw her arm around Wincenty and allowed him to lead her to the White Dawn. She barely understood what had gone on, it had all happened so fast.

"Where's the ship?" she asked. "What happened here?"

The Medic smiled and said to Mikhailo "Yes, I would love help, the Admiral's still alive thank god, we removed the bullet half an hour ago, he'll be fine, but we would like your assistance please." He led the crew of EMT's to the Admiral and said "Think he'll be okay? I would like help stabilizing him, he's fine, just need's a bit of rest and stablization that's all." He stood by the Admiral's side as the EMT's came to the Admiral.

"I think that the dead guy over there" he said, pointing to the clearly dead man, "tried to kill that man" he said, pointing to the Admiral "and then killed himself... who ever did that will certaintly pay dearly. The ship is berthed at the docks... we'll need a helicopter, faster that way." Other diplomats were starting to leave, mostly out of fear. He pulled a small radio out as they waded through the crowd.

"I need an extraction."

"Rodger sir, helo inbound. ETA 15 minutes."

"Right." he closed the link, before turning to Rachel. "Are you all right?"

He paused... for the first time in as long as he could remember, he was starting to care about the welfare of another human being beyond the kind normally reserved for mere "comrad-in-arms."

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Thank you, soldier" Mikhailo said to the medic. "You've removed the slug, must have been a low-powered round. Fine stitch work, best i've seen in a while, especially in a chaotic situation like this." Command Sergeant Major Zora Miroslava knelt down next to the admiral, her white gloves replaced with latex, while 2nd Lieutenant James Xu threw the emergency bag down, and produced 20mg of morphine. "Sir, I'm going to treat you with a low dose of morphine. It will help dull the pain. If anything feels amiss after I treat you with it, let me know." As he administered the morphine into the Admiral's left arm, Zora removed the initial wrapping, steralized the wound, and applied a large gauss pad. "This will hold for now, but we'll have to get you to an ER, but otherwise the quick work of this medic might have saved your life."

The Medic who's name was Lt.Col.John Bastalo said to Mikhailo "Think he'll survive? I think he might have a good chance, and if he does, we should find the person who hired the attempted assasination of the Admiral."

snip
OOC the guy blown himself up outside theres on body

Rachel smiled and nodded. Her head was still clouded by the large amount of alcohol in her system, and she would probably be plastered for hours.

"I'm OK." She laid back and waited for the helicopter to arrive.

Adm.Arnold said weakly but with hint's of a strong personality "Ms.Levitt pleased to meet you, I am Adm.Arnold, pity you should see me in this state, I didn't think that crazy guy was going to try to kill me! I will pull through all right, as my son say's I am too tough to die like this at least, I am going to live I feel it." He went quiet, to save breath, and to wait for an answer.

"look it the INS Firefly"said the Woman
"shit look who's there"said the Man

4mins after landing

"report Colonel "said a Man

"it's was a waste of time ,they all rude and drunks and shows to me their Nations are not worth time in dealing with Emperor"said the Colonel

"mm Admiral lets head home"said the Emperor

Rachel nodded. "You'll make it through." She smiled encouragingly, as well as she could in her current state.

OOC: No worries, and apologies for the late post. Biology Practical today, and many more exams to come. So, it'll be sporadic. If you need to move on, make up a situation that you need to, and I'll work with it. Apologies again.

"Well, a womans touch and all that. Conrad, would you care to get us a drink? I'll have the cabernet sauvignon, Cadence...?"
"Oh, well, I'll have a drop of the claret, if it's there. If not...the same as the Chancelloress."
"Right away. Erm, Miss Governess?"

After the General, looking a little put out at the Governess's comment, had ambled off to hunt down the captain, or his equivalent, Santina decided to continue the conversation.

"COMECON-SD? All a lot of man-talk, if you ask me, the delegate has informed us on what needs changing...I rather liked our protected economy, if you ask me, but there we go. And Conrad won't be offended...he deals with such things from the feminist aspect of the press anyway. And I think he likes you..." She commented, with a mischevious glint in her eye.

Cadence, however, was looking rather thoughtful. She had noticed the look on the guards faces, and had surmised by this point that the Governess had said something not intended, and she could guess what it was. She'd make a mental note of this; could make good material for later events. Whilst Santina maintained an air of friendliness and always kept a diplomatic smile, Cadence was the real brains behind the operation, making the notes, and directing the power as needed.

"Ah, Conrad, the drinks. Fantastic. Erm...right, that's the cabernet, and your claret...and what are those guards up to?" She pointed towards the Black Sashes, who were standing at attention and looking rather murderous.

The Black Sashes guards were known throughout The Arab League for loyalty to their leader, Chancellor Bab El Ehr. Their name derived from the black sash worn across the left shoulder, a tribute to their chancellor from his time as a warlord in Khamali's history. Nowadays, they were almost an army unto themselves, with everything from their own sidearms to artillery, grenades to battleships. It was little wonder that the Chancelloress had trusted these men as her guards, not to mention they made one heck of an impression.

"Not sure, m'a'm, the commandant merely says they're doing their duty. Rather...rude, if you ask me. So, Ms Governess, tell me a little about Wagdog..."
OOC: I need to be a bit vague here since IDK yet whether I can use my regional map for NS RP. I think so, but if not I can just stake out an NS Earth claim like many others.;) Suffice it to say, if I had to do so I can make yet another pair of parallel-universe versions of my country like on my various Earths so far; one for my region (Lazarus) even if it's technically my NS location and another for my II version, but we'll see.
IC
"Merlot, please." While waiting for the drink, Christine indulged Strom's question. "Well General, we're one of those archipelago nations that seem to just pop up out of places every now and then, if a bit larger than most by now at a billion people. We're spread over quite a bit of water, so naturally our navy is the most important service and has a great deal of power; and even the army is as much ruled by its semi-independent air force as by its own generals, in line with the needs of island defense naturally. However, as Strator and New Nicksyllvania learned to their detriment, we can summon a decent expeditionary army when required." She smirked at that; especially the second example during the Circum-Zansk War, where Wagdog had first outfought a Nicksyllvanian Corps with two divisions of marines totalling less than a fifth the enemy's strength, and then defeated them soundly after a massed cruise-missile strike had paralyzed the enemy force long enough for Northern Baltic troops to hold the front while Wagdoggie and Vetakan marines pincered the Nicksyllvanian rear and ended the war at a stroke.

"Politically, I'm number two in what you could call a 'Constitutional Dictatorship' not too unlike in the various biumvirates of ancient Rome in fact; only this time with a Socialist theme obviously. Five parties in one Congress; three of them including mine being communist of one or another sort, while one liberal and one conservative party each try to keep things as sane as possible; one independent judiciary system to try and balance the Revolution versus Human Rights, erring on the latter side for obvious' reasons; and two people, man and wife, myself and General Secretary/'Lord Governor' Carolinus whom I'm sure you've heard of by now in some fashion, to keep the whole three-ring circus together." She blanched a bit, remembering how difficult Wagdoggie politics actually was behind the scenes, before going on...

"But wait, it gets better. You see, our nation is also a bit odd in that... technically, we were marooned in time for a while. Now I don't know what happened, and seeing that some Grey Elves like those in Menelmacar and other places appeared right afterward I doubt even our best scientists ever will precisely; but one night in November Wagdog went to bed, totally normal aside from our Revolutionary origin and content in our expansion after booting the Indonesians and British from our islands while profiting from the debacle that was the recently-ended Vietnam War, and it was 1976. The next night, however, it was 1996 as we soon learned from intercepting TV signals from abroad; learning later made worse when some people woke up as vampires where they'd been human before, and when on the next full moon some others amounting to 5% of our population transformed into beasts for the night, and then when out of nowhere graceful boats bearing Elves washed upon our beaches and it was decided they could stay after they realized sailing on to the Undying Lands was impossible for whatever reason..." She skirted that, since she honestly didn't comprehend much magic anyway; and also because she'd already skirted close enough to the painful truth of her miscarriage induced by said magic, or dimensional anomalies, or whatever to make her sweat...

Hearing his name called, Beckenbauer turned and saw that it was a Dominionite who had called his name.
"I'll be right with you, just need to sort this out" he called cheerfully, just before the Cazelian's fist slammed into his right cheek, sending the Skgorrian sprawling on the floor and knocking into several other diplomats. The suited figure of Gorobets remained still, he had been ordered not to attack anyone unless expressly ordered to do so and would not deviate from his orders. Beckenbauer attempted to get back on his feet...

"Oh my..." Christine looked at the fight brewing, but simply watched so as to hopefully set a good example for the Barronian delegates. "Whatever. Probably related to that mess in Colombia, in which case..." She switched to a whisper for obvious reasons, "...he deserves it I say!" She gathered her composure after saying that and continued whispering while the fight and its seeming resolution developed. "Even if the Pact of Iron is divided, as we can all see by now, I still think it's a bad idea of the Cazelians to accept Skgorrian aid; who knows what sort of markers they might call in after all?

Still, Christine decided polite conversation should prevail once the fight had seemingly blown over. She stood up and cocked a hazel eye towards the general through her glasses, the peach tube dress showing off her swimmer's figure in all its five-foot-eight glory. "May I have this dance after all, General?" It was time to unwind, and this should help while Christine attempted to momentarily ignore the madness swirling around outside the palace that night.

Drask and the agents were getting to their places between the brawl area and the two delegations, their duties clear. Drask asked of the Commandant, "Salaam Aleikum, Commandant. Can we assist in your duties here?" There was no point in bandying about the matter, even if maybe room for some joshing all the same. "Perhaps we'll be in still better shape for the Kumite tomorrow yet, indeed?" Hopefully that would work.

Hans decided to say nothing about Maksim and merely coughed as the outraged Atopian stormed away. When the Baron came up, Beckenbauer gave a salute and took the Baron's hand, shaking it firmly.
"Storm-General Hans Beckenbauer, currently Governor-General of Western China, but I'm sure you know that seeing as though the Hatarians have fallen in with you Dominionites. I hope that Hataria will become a more positive impact on the world and...oh shit!" Beckenbauer just saw Maksim get kicked by Admiral Arnold.
"Admiral!" he called out, "what the hell are you doing?"

"Oh... SHIT!" Drask put his hand on the UAP-13 pistol that lay holstered under his jacket as he whispered his take on this new fight, the agents doing the same and focusing on how things might escalate even if they didn't draw all the same. Thinking of the Pact of Iron delegations here, Drask mordantly wondered, Precisely WHY were the two most anti-Hatarian nations in existence invited? Surely this could've been expected? Although the Barronians were reacting as well as he could guess, so focused on his own situational awareness as he was, Drask sensed things were going to get ugly here, and soon...

“Shit bomb!” yelled the marine. They dove for cover behind whatever they could before the terrorist could go up. What the fuck was going on?

Inside the ballroom, the Baron pulled out a radio and tried to get a medic in the room now. BOOM! Come from outside . The Baron looked over at one of his Honor Guards and asked. “What the fuck ?”

“They said the man blew himself up.” said the Honor Guards with his robot sounding voice.

“Shit!” said the Baron.

Meanwhile, Terrence came running over to Arnold and looked at the wounds. “Shit, we need a medic now.” he said, taking his coat off and gloves off. “I’m happy I have some medic training.” He grabbed his coat and put pressure on the wound.

As the shot against Admiral Arnold rang out first, Christine sprang away from Strom in astonishment and quietly asked, "What the hell?" And then when the bomb went off outside with its signature BOOM!, Christine had seen the whole bizarre scene and was now just standing there and fuming while Drask and the agents moved to try and get her out of there.

"Ma'am, we need to secure you. We don't know what other provocateurs may be present, and we can't take the chance. Commandant?" He asked the Black Sashes' leader, mostly silently, for his opinion of the situation. Full evacuation from the event would of course be cowing to an individual's terrorist act, and thus probably unacceptable; but a safe place was needed all the same until this settled down as much as it even could by this stage of the game.

"Secure me all you want, Drask." Christine was now in the mood she was in whenever she had Command Bunker duty back in the capital and some other hopped-up regime thought it would be 'cool' to mess with Wagdog's interests abroad; all-spice and all-steel, forget everything nice. "I am NOT leaving this event! No way is any suicidal drunk going to stop me from giving the Second Empire of Hataria the birthday present from its allies it deserves, so we'll just need to lay low until I can do that; OK?" Taking charge of her security was nothing new to Christine Friedrich, veteran ex-guerrilla that she was; in fact, she had her trusty old P-64 automatic stuck in her purse just in case anybody tried something similar against her. They'd find about as rude a shock as Admiral Arnold had unfortunately gotten, for sure...

Lord Sumguy stood where the admiral had bbeen for a moment. "well, now my suit has been ruined, good thing i have more than one at home." he thought, and began to look for the jacket he had thrown off earlier. This ball had been worthwhile after all, he had helped save a man's life and, he hoped, made an ally in the process. After he found his jacket, he made his way back to the food table, where he borrowed some napkins to wipe his hands off with. It was time to drum up some support for The Hegemony.

OOC: Right, this is the REAL diplomat. See, I've got a kunnin' plot going on here, involving a coup in my nation and a series of plots and purges. This Maksim - the real Maksim - has no idea what's happened, so his reaction is totally honest. :) I think you'll find him a much more agreeable Maksim than the sinister one what blew himself up. :)

IC:

As the long, black, limousine purred through the streets, Atopian pennants fluttering from its bonnet, Maksim Melchak of the Atopian Diplomatic Corps allowed himself a contented smile. His aides were muttering among themselves about the itinery for the day, but he couldn't care less. With the opening of diplomatic relations between Atopiana and Hataria, Maksim's name was made. Crossing his long legs, he admired the shine on his patent leather tailor-made shoes, and fussed momentarily with his trousers' crease. Idly, absently, he dusted his front down with his gloved hand, and dreamed of his leader's praise.

Soon, the limousine glided to a halt. There was the muffled noise of a conversation from the front compartment, and then the big car started up again. As it stopped by the front doors, Maksim shrugged on his dinner jacket and allowed Agatha, his personal assistant, to sort out his bow tie. Mikael, his secretary, shut down his VR interface and smiled a fixed smile.

"Let's go, shall we," grinned Maksim back at him, "and do remember this is an official hand of peace function. No snapping, darling."

As his chauffer opened the door, Maksim stepped out in one smooth, flowing movement as he'd long ago learnt. He flashed a gleaming smile at whoever happened to be watching, nodded to his driver, and strode up the steps to the main entrance. Behind him followed Janisek, his head of security, Agatha, and Mikael. They all exuded an aura of confidence, power, and wealth. They represented the glories of Atopiana, and were the mouthpiece of the Primo...

OOC: Right, this is the REAL diplomat. See, I've got a kunnin' plot going on here, involving a coup in my nation and a series of plots and purges. This Maksim - the real Maksim - has no idea what's happened, so his reaction is totally honest. :) I think you'll find him a much more agreeable Maksim than the sinister one what blew himself up. :)

OOC well three Diplomate left because of that plot and my two as they found Diplomates to be rude and drunks

OOC well three Diplomate left because of that plot and my two as they found Diplomates to be rude and drunks

OOC: Um... pardon? :confused:

OOC: Um... pardon? :confused:

OOC your plot was dum
three Diplomats left because of it
the one who was shot may not be happy to see the real Maksim and so may others
and my two didn't leave because of plot but because they found the other Diplomats to be rude and drunks

OOC your plot was dum

You misread me. This is a plot inside Atopiana which concerns a coup.

three Diplomats left because of it

Their choice... glad to have sewn some chaos tho', the plot is working. :D

the one who was shot may not be happy to see the real Maksim and so may others

That's the point!

and my two didn't leave because of plot but because they found the other Diplomats to be rude and drunks

:eek: Well, your two were boring anyway. :p

Anyway, that's enough OOC from me, back to the IC, who's going to be the first to respond to the new guy? :fluffle:

You misread me. This is a plot inside Atopiana which concerns a coup.
i keep getting lost on whats going on as poeple don't Quote who they are talking to

Their choice... glad to have sewn some chaos tho', the plot is working. :D
it work
That's the point!

but it may get the real Maksim shot or locked up

eek: Well, your two were boring anyway. :p
hey they had sex outside in their jeep and you would think Hataria people try and talk to some people who never bomb or nuke the shit out of them
Anyway, that's enough OOC from me, back to the IC, who's going to be the first to respond to the new guy? :fluffle:

sorry to say my lot are on a ship head back home

OOC: Right, this is the REAL diplomat. See, I've got a kunnin' plot going on here, involving a coup in my nation and a series of plots and purges. This Maksim - the real Maksim - has no idea what's happened, so his reaction is totally honest. :) I think you'll find him a much more agreeable Maksim than the sinister one what blew himself up. :)

IC:

*SNIP*
OCC: Can't really IC here since I'm waiting for Barronia, but I'll say that this is indeed cool Atopiana.:cool: All the agendas here are making this one interesting RP, and it's only going to get better from there I bet...

OCC: Can't really IC here since I'm waiting for Barronia, but I'll say that this is indeed cool Atopiana.:cool: All the agendas here are making this one interesting RP, and it's only going to get better from there I bet...

OOC hey could have my two having sex all over the place if poeple just have taken interest in them

OOC hey could have my two having sex all over the place if poeple just have taken interest in them

OOC: Isa, if we'd wanted cheap porn we would have asked for it. This is a diplomatic function, not a brothel. Try interacting with people, it's fun.

Sorry if I've missed anyone in this post, a lot has happened since I slept...

Beckenbauer had stood there the whole time, too stunned to move.
"Wha.." was all he had been able to manage before the Atopian shot Admiral Arnold. Time seemed to slow for Beckenbauer and his memory flashed back to that dreadful day with the Dedication Division attack...he was jolted back to the present by the words of the Baron.
"It's okay Baron, these days come so thick and fast that I'm not really bothered," offered Beckenbauer jovially. Taking on a more serious tone, he asked the Baron,
"I know that you have a lot of influence with the Hatarians. When there is time, do you reckon that I could have a word with the Emperor? I want to sort out a few things in regards to their former territory, namely prisoner handover."

OOC: Does anyone doubt that if this were to really occur, the scene would be evacuated/relocated at the least to avoid contaminating a crime scene?

Adm.Arnold said weakly...

By now the morphine would be flowing through the Admiral's blood stream. While CSM Miroslava lifted the Admiral's legs up onto a chair to prevent shock, Lt. Xu said "Don't worry sir, you'll be fine. The bullet didn't fragment, so you will almost definatly have no lasting injury worse than a scar."

"Sir, we are going to stay here and help secure the area, we'll watch out for Major Reinhard. I trust you are leaving?" Asked Mikhailo

"Indeed, I am going to take Miss Levitt back to the White Dawn. Would you have someone find if the Kumite will be going on tomorrow? And as always, Major Reinhard is authorized to speak on my behalf."

Meanwhile, across Tanglee, an Ennuisian naval intelligence officer contacted the Kahanistani Embassy (in Hataria?). The Goshawk VIP helicopter, capable of seating 15 in comfort in the cabin, was vectored inbound to land on the Hatarian great lawn. It would be there in five.

"My name is Charles Dorin of the Ennuisian Navy. I'm calling to report that there has been a bombing incident at the Hatarian ball, and Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty is taking Miss Rachel Levitt to the White Dawn to stay the night." He waited for a response, one of the few in his department still awake.

[SIZE="1"]OOC: Isa, if we'd wanted cheap porn we would have asked for it. This is a diplomatic function, not a brothel. Try interacting with people, it's fun.

OOC how you know all you know they left the room and came back hours later
you just have a dirty mind i say :p
interacting with who most are drunk and looks like they about to have some ,rude or nuts like the midget

As the small group walked into the main room, Maksim almost immediately noticed the atmosphere. It was taught, tense - electric, yet defusing. Something's happened here, he thought, I wonder what it was...

Suddenly Mikael appeared by his side, a glass of some unidentifiable alcohol (green) in his hand. "Max," he whispered, "look - over there. Isn't that Beckenbauer?"

Melchak slowly turned, taking in the room and its occupants before facing Mikael. "Yes, it is. Well spotted, my dear. Agatha, Janisek, Mik, follow me - we're off to say hello to our allies."

With a wide grin on his face, Maksim strode easily across the room. His clothing was impeccable, his manners perfect, his bearing erect and proud. Reaching the correct distance from the Storm-General, he executed a small bow - having made sure that Beckenbauer had seen him - and announced himself.

"Storm-General Beckenbauer, I'm pleased to meet you. I am Maksim Melchak, Atopian Diplomatic Corps; these," he smiled, waving his white-gloved hand at Agatha, Mikael and Janisek, "are my immediate staff. Mikael, my secretary, Agatha, my delightful PA; and Janisek, my bodyguard. I'm terribly sorry," he said, with a wry grin, as he turned to the Baron, "most rude of me, Herr Baron. It is good to at last make your aquaintance..."

A puzzled expression flicked across his aristocratic face as he registered what had been niggling at his subconscious for some seconds.

"I'm sorry," he began, "but is there something wrong? You both look rather pale, gentlemen."

EDIT:

OOC: "The bullet didn't fragment"?! It was an explosive round! It was supposed to blow up inside the admiral. I don't know. I'm going to have words with Atopian Military Industries... :rolleyes:

It would likely take Rachel about five minutes to get to the landing zone to meet the chopper; she'd get there at around the time it landed.

She got up from her seat and stretched - bad move, given that her dress was quite tight and low-cut. The Foreign Minister's left breast popped out of her mini-dress.

"Oh," said Rachel, her voice still slurred. She stuffed her breast back into her dress, and did not seem at all concerned about the wardrobe malfunction. She strode casually toward the exit, her legs rather wobbly.

OOC: Does anyone doubt that if this were to really occur, the scene would be evacuated/relocated at the least to avoid contaminating a crime scene?
OOC no and letting poeple leave would be stop too

"Gott in Himmel!" exclaimed Beckenbauer, "so you're Maksim? We've just had some lunatic pretend to be you and then attempt to assasinate this man here," he gestured angrily at the wounded Admiral. He then angrily rounded on the Atopian and wagged his finger in the man's face. "What the hell is going on Atopian - you'd better have a good explanation or by Hitler I'll have SAU 209 haul you away!"

Maksim recoiled from Beckenbauer's finger, his face white.

"What," he gasped, "an impersonator? An assassin, no less?! But... this is madness! Impossible! I assure you whoever he was had nothing whatsoever to do with the Primo or the government." Recovering his composure as rapidly as any diplomat could, he carried on; "Janisek and Mikael will happily aid you in finding out who this man was. Certainly he was not a member of the ADC and is in all probability an anarchist dissident element dedicated to the destruction of the order and stability represented by the Pact. My sincere apologies on behalf of the Primo and the nation to all those injured by this madman's actions."

Lt.John Basatlo the Calizorinstani Medic sat down next to Mikhailo and the wounded Admiral, he saw a guy that looked like Makism, and said to him "On behalf of Adm.Arnold, I will say hello for him, this is the man, that your impersonator tried to kill, with a bullet that should've killed him, but luckily for us malfunctioned and we saved him. I am the Marine Medic for him, Lt. John Basatlo." Meanwhile, Admiral Arnold was feeling better, and the new's that he would only have a little scar made him more confident of his job.

-=-=-Calizorinstan; Kahanistan, Atopiana-=-=-

The general ignored the "wardrobe malfunction" as best as he could; though few seemed to really be paying attention.

"If she's not concerned, why should I be?" he thought.

"Gentlemen, I bid you adieu."

The two walked... er... stumbled down the hallway; before they even left the ballroom, Adam extended his arm to Rachel to give her support.

The helicopter was touching down, its sleek black color was defaced only by the red and white bauhinia flower of the flag. A soldier in combat armor flung open the door, and three others jumped out and stood at attention, forming a small double line.

He walked up the small double steps, and sat in one of the plush white-leather seats. He pulled two water bottles out from an in-wall cooler, and handed one to Rachel and sighed.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

"Sir I am First Lieutenant Mikhailo of the Ennuisian Deathshead Brigade. This assassin had a single-shot pistol that attempted to discharge an explosive round that failed to detonate for any number of reasons. This assassin apparently had valid credentials; the Hatarian guards are too stupid to be talked passed with out them. I believe security has a picture, and one of my men might."

Lt.John Bastelo nodded and said "Let's get the Admiral in the helicopter on the way to the hospital, and (pointing to the wounded Admiral) he's given me permission to be the diplomat for Calizorinstan in his place. I am going to mingle with the people as best I can in his absecne, I have a radio you can call me for update's. The channel is 21." He walked off with a Sprite Zero in his hand and walked up to Beckenbauer and introduced himself "I am the replacement for now anyway, Calizorinstani diplomate, because of the Admiral's wound's, he's alive. I wonder why that guy attempted to kill everyone?"

Reynald was ready. With his flesh burning he ran too the child teeth bared. He lauched him self on top of the child. biting and scratching, screaming wildly.

"ITS OURS!!!! OUR OWN!!!! OUR PRECIOUSSSS! GIVE IT TOO USS!!!!"

In light of all the events occuring around them, the pair struggled into a table, until they fell too the floor....

OOC: WTF???

"passing the White Dawn now sir"said the Admiral to the Emperor as he pass the Binoculars

Lt.John Bastalo, as he approached the Skiggoran Storm-General, was pleased that the Head of the Navy wasn't dead, for he knew what could happen if he had died. He stopped thinking about it waited for an answer from the Skiggoran.

Rachel sat down in the seat next to the general. She began to suck on the water bottle and rehydrate her system from the hours of drinking.

"How long till we get to the ship?" she asked. She was interested to know what he had in store aboard... This'll be something to write home about...

The pilot turned once the helicopter had lifted off, the door barely closed.

"The Hatarians are giving us unusual vectors... damn incompetents air traffic control. It will take 10 minutes, but you should be able to see it at about 9 O'clock."

"You might have seen the White Dawn" said Adam, "on your way over here. It is a converted Praetonian Duke class dreadnought, paid for by my own private investments, the naval budget as a command ship, and plain old graft and kickbacks. I believe the ship is about 600 meters long; making it bigger than most cruise ships. The expense is crushing, but the Senate recently voted to decommission 27 dreadnoughts and replace them with smaller models, so it balances out. Part of the ship is militarized to deal with pirates, but you are welcome to wander the ship at your leisure. I'll have a crew member gather your belongings and bring them here."

The huge ship, dwarfing most of the cargo and passenger ships at the port, sat there twinkling from all the lights. Her main turrets sat dead, though the air-search radar arrays were visibily active. The rear pool reflected the moon like a mirror. Ennuisian soldiers, roused from their slumber after word of the assassination, stood on alert. A few squads, distinguishable from their high-powered flashlights, were scouring the dock the ship was berthed at.

“Anyway, the ship is my home-away-from-home, so to speak. I keep very small quarters in the capital, and, outside of my house in The Scandinavian States, I don’t keep a mansion like so many world leaders do. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep you in either my suite… in a separate bedroom obviously” he added quickly, so as not to offend her sensibilities, “or in the one next door, just so you’ll know where I am. The ship is a big place, and I can’t have any more diplomats getting lost in it.”

Lt.John Bastalo was lucky that he hadn't been sent to the DMZ between North Calaveras and the People's Freedom, for he had heard it was growing hot, probably the newest hotspot out of many he thought, and he walked over to the Admiral Arnold, and asked Mikhalio "How long will his recovery be, will he be able to walk tomorrow?"

Lt.John Basatlo the Calizorinstani Medic sat down next to Mikhailo and the wounded Admiral, he saw a guy that looked like Makism, and said to him "On behalf of Adm.Arnold, I will say hello for him, this is the man, that your impersonator tried to kill, with a bullet that should've killed him, but luckily for us malfunctioned and we saved him. I am the Marine Medic for him, Lt. John Basatlo." Meanwhile, Admiral Arnold was feeling better, and the new's that he would only have a little scar made him more confident of his job.

"can i be of any further assistance?" Lord Sumguy asked the medic. "my private Helicopter is available if you have need of it."

<snip for saving space>

OOC: Apologies again...time flies, especially as of late.
If you require more information on the Black Sashes guards, WD, then this linky (http://z15.invisionfree.com/United_Arab_Nations/index.php?showtopic=255) should suit. He's a rather good writer, our Al Khamali.

"My good Lord, what the devil is going on here?"

The fight that had just broken out had caught almost everyones attention.

"Ergh...alcohol and excess testosterone. Never good. That Cazelian man won't be setting a good example for his nation. Cadence, would you be able to get his name? Make sure he's never allowed across the border. I won't have a disgusting example of a man like that allowed to represent their nation in ours, should that arise."

Regaining her composure, she turned back to Christine, eager to hear more about the history of Wagdog. The General was listening intently.

"Well...certainly sounds like a fascinating military history at least...I have little to do with the day-to-day runnings of the country itself, that's left to the Chancelloress and the Prime Minister. I merely take care of national security, who we're fighting, and work with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take care of our overseas interests, Gresta and Lotet to name but a few. Barronia, as I'm sure you know, is rather naval in military terms, and our Naval Service is known as something that is not to be trifled with." Realizing his boasting, he toned town a little. "However, we tend to refrain from conflict if necessary, despite our imperialist appearance..." Upon receiving the offer of a dance from Christine, he was on the verge of acceptance when the shot rang out.

"What the devil? Commandant!"


The Commandant from the Black Sashes detachment had been in discussion with Agent Drask previous to the moment.

"Salaam Aleikum, Agent. We would be most pleasured to work with you this evening. Whilst my men look forward to the Kumite, it is up to the Chancelloress's orders as to whether we take part. The General, however, we believe shall turn down the offer." He cast a sideways, somewhat disdainful look at the General.

What the devil? Commandant!

"Yes General, your orders?"
"Find out what just happened."
"Right away sir. You, you, get over there, bayonets at the ready."

OOC: will post IC later.

Lt.Basatlo looked up at Lord Sumguy and said "I think we'll accept your offer of your helicopter, you need to take the Admiral and however many of these EMT's can fit in it, to the nearest hospital for intensive care and such, thank you very much." He prepared to help lift the Admiral and get him to Lord Sumguy's helicopter.

"alright, follow me." Lord Sumguy bekoned so that he could lead them out to where his helicopter was.
"By the way," Lord Sumguy said, "I am afraid that i am not familiar with your nation, would you be able to discuss an aliance once we have boarded?"

"can i be of any further assistance?" Lord Sumguy asked the medic. "my private Helicopter is available if you have need of it."

"We'll need a stretcher, I don't want him straining him self, but yes, we could definatly use a helicopter to evacuate the Admiral; these tables are too big to break down for that." Zora responded to the nobelman.

Mikhalio rubbed his chin. He liked to keep stubble there, and he usually did on operations, but his smooth face didn't yield as much as he'd have liked. He wasn't sure what the recovery would be like. His last operation involved crawling in the spetic jungles of some third world nation... pursued by guerillas and government forces alike... there was a lot of blood... screaming... pain... he snapped out of it.

"I would advise against it Lieutenant, depending on what the ER says... he's stable, but the ambulance still hasn't arrived. Recovery, I'm afraid, is up to the Admiral. The doctors might be worried his stitches will rupture, but its a small wound..."

"Our President doesn't have a mansion, either," said Rachel. "Just the Presidential Palace, and half of that is offices, anyway." She sat back and closed her eyes. "I'm kind of tired," she said. "Too much to drink."

"We have some ships like that, the Trireme. (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=481749) The Foreign Ministry uses one as a diplomatic meeting ship, for meeting in neutral territory. I think others are disguised as cruise ships and used for infiltration or intelligence. Wouldn't know, though... I don't work in intelligence, just diplomacy."

Lt.Bastelo said to Mikhalio "What would you advise we do then, I'll help you if you need any help. The Admiral's a strong enough person, he'll recover quickly methinks, but I don't think the wound will rupture, we'll need a plan for him Mikhalio." He looked slightly worn, and worried, for he and Mikhalio we caring for one of the most important people in Calizorinstan besides the Lord Governor himself!

" Zora responded to the nobelman.


OOC: im not a nobleman, although it may sound like i am. It is merely the title given to me when i was elected emperor for my first 6-year term.

IC: Lord Sumguy radioed his pilot, ordering him to prepare to leave. "My helicopter is ready gentlemen, will the Admiral need to be carried?"

Lt.Bastelo said "Yeah, we will need to carry the Admiral, I and Mikhalio will go along with him too, to give him care in-flight." He prepared to get ready for carrying the Admiral to the helicopter.

"very well, right this way." Lord Sumguy said, beckoning for them to follow him.

Lt.Bastelo and Makhalio picked the Admiral up, and followed Lord Sumguy to the helicopter, once there, they lifted the Admiral in and they hopped in and station themselve's at his sides.

The Pilot took off, and Lord Sumguy turned to the Admiral. "Do you think you are up to talking, Admiral? I wish to discuss an alliance if you are willing."

The High General sat in the command center of his converted C130J, Auron 1,which was currently in a hangar at Hataria National Airport and listened to the reports coming in. His security had insisted that he stay in a secure area until the all clear was given. It looked like the Admiral would live but there was another piece to the puzzle unraveling, the man who had blown himself up hadn't been the person he claimed to be and now a plot was being unraveled that seemed to go much farther than a drunken argument.

Adm.Arnold said weak, but firm "I am up to talking, I believe a an alliance would be benefical, if you're willing to discuss one, this is an odd time to be talking about one though! (he laughed weakly) I am a strong character, I'll pull through."

Lord Sumguy laughed loudly. "it is indeed odd, but then again, none of us came to Hataria expecting any of what has just happened. I wish to discuss in particaular an international federation i am forming, which will be known as the Hegemony (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=527729). I would like to know if your nation would wish to join. If not, then i would like to propose a mutual protection pact and free trade agreement."

Adm.Arnold said weak, but strongly "Our nation would love to join, after what you've done for my nation tonight, they'll gladly join an alliance with you. I am not an important person by myself, but since this TPF/North Calaveras crisis, I've been selected as the Admiral of the Navy. Thus, by saving me, you've saved the country from a bad time. I am very fortunate that you and Lt.Bastelo, and Makhalio came along."

"and let us hope you recover quickly, so that your navy will be not long without a commander. If you ever have need of aid, military or otherwise, i will do all in my power to help."

Reynald was ready. With his flesh burning he ran too the child teeth bared. He lauched him self on top of the child. biting and scratching, screaming wildly.

"ITS OURS!!!! OUR OWN!!!! OUR PRECIOUSSSS! GIVE IT TOO USS!!!!"

In light of all the events occuring around them, the pair struggled into a table, until they fell too the floor....


Hasley's mechanical leg opened up, revealing his M-9 berreta "die you little piece of shit!" yelled Hasley, drawing the pistol, and charging the monster
intending to tackle it...

Adm.Arnold nodded and said "Likewise, luckily, our navy isn't in an action right now. My son, is playing in a rock band right now, called the Imperial Troopers."

"I considered purchasing one of those command ships, but we determined we need a ship with a little more bang, especially after the original White Dawn, a Montana-class battleship, was sunk. Nothing to worry about though."

She looked quite beautiful in the moonlight, he thought.

In a few short minutes, the helicopter touched down on the ship, where a small honor guard was present, along with a few civilian staff members. The General helped her off the ship, a gentleman as always. The floating behemoth rocked ever so slightly back and forth with the breaking of the waves.

“I’ll lead you to your room, if you don’t mind following me.” The helipad was amidships, and the royal staterooms were luckily at the stern. He took her down to the promenade, where the lounge, bakery, and its dozen (for both staff and visitors) were closed. It took five minutes before Adam and Rachel stood at the door, a simple, stained door with “AA” written in gold lettering above the peep hole.

“Excuse me for a second, I have to scan my barcode.”

Wincenty was a traditionalist, and, like most servicemen (most Ennuisian women preferred a ‘tramp stamp’ for a barcode location, though it made accessing certain areas interesting) kept his barcode on his right bicep. He removed his jacket, and shirt just enough to, in addition to giving Rachel a sight of his rather solid body, give the scanner a peep at his arm. An internal lock flicked open, and the door revealed an elegantly appointed common room. The balcony looked out over the harbor, and was visible from the door; the polished brass railing illuminated by indirect lighting. The small bar rivaled most restaurants, but was currently only half stocked. The furniture was light wood with red velvet upholstering. The room, like most of the state rooms, had a pleasant sea-side smell that masked the pollution of the harbor around it.

“Your door is right here” he said, opening it. “Mine is across the hall.”

A naval ensign approached them from behind, and in a quiet, yet strong voice said.

“Excuse me, Miss Levitt, where might I go to pick up your belongings?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Command Sergeant Major Fadir Ilie, having just watched their lieutenant drag an admiral out of the ballroom, had nothing to do.

“No one appears hurt, Sir” he said to Lieutenant Xu.

“Yes, the tension seems to have dissipated… what the hell is that?” yelled Xu.

“It looks like the president of Cazelia is running at a thing in a tree bark suit. What are your orders.” At that point they noticed the gun.

“Stop him!”

The four members of the Deathwatch who weren’t attending to the Baron’s son Terrance sprinted, rifes aimed up at the ceiling, intent on restraining the crazed president with the odd gait.

"ill be sure to buy the CD" Lord Sumguy said, then laughed softly. "It looks as if we are nearly there. The hospital is in sight. ready to get out, admiral?"

Lt.Bastelo listened to some obscure communication on the radio and groaned audibly and said to Lord Sumguy "The Cazelian rep, is attacking a child with a M-9 gun, he was the one that punched the Skiggoran repersenitive, and it looks's like the Cazelian is beating the child up!"

The Admiral said "Yeah, I am ready, I'll just need some help!"

"In the Imperial Palace, there's a suitcase. It's large, about 40 kilos, and made of hard plastic, with psychedelic colors on it and a Kahanistanian flag embroidered on the side. My nametag should still be on it," replied Rachel.

She was quite impressed with the powerful-looking general. She also noticed the barcode. "You barcode your troops?" she asked. In Kahanistan, barcoding people was viewed as highly dehumanizing, reminiscent of the numbers tattooed on Nazi concentration camp inmates. (Kahanistan had about a 20-25% Jewish population, and Rachel was herself ethnically, though not religiously, Jewish.)

"What kind of facilities do you have here?" she asked.

"beating it up? what an odd fellow. well, come on admiral, its time to get out. You can use my shoulder for support."

OOC: Apologies again...time flies, especially as of late.
If you require more information on the Black Sashes guards, WD, then this linky (http://z15.invisionfree.com/United_Arab_Nations/index.php?showtopic=255) should suit. He's a rather good writer, our Al Khamali.

"My good Lord, what the devil is going on here?"

The fight that had just broken out had caught almost everyones attention.

"Ergh...alcohol and excess testosterone. Never good. That Cazelian man won't be setting a good example for his nation. Cadence, would you be able to get his name? Make sure he's never allowed across the border. I won't have a disgusting example of a man like that allowed to represent their nation in ours, should that arise."

Regaining her composure, she turned back to Christine, eager to hear more about the history of Wagdog. The General was listening intently.

"Well...certainly sounds like a fascinating military history at least...I have little to do with the day-to-day runnings of the country itself, that's left to the Chancelloress and the Prime Minister. I merely take care of national security, who we're fighting, and work with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs to take care of our overseas interests, Gresta and Lotet to name but a few. Barronia, as I'm sure you know, is rather naval in military terms, and our Naval Service is known as something that is not to be trifled with." Realizing his boasting, he toned town a little. "However, we tend to refrain from conflict if necessary, despite our imperialist appearance..." Upon receiving the offer of a dance from Christine, he was on the verge of acceptance when the shot rang out.

"What the devil? Commandant!"


The Commandant from the Black Sashes detachment had been in discussion with Agent Drask previous to the moment.

"Salaam Aleikum, Agent. We would be most pleasured to work with you this evening. Whilst my men look forward to the Kumite, it is up to the Chancelloress's orders as to whether we take part. The General, however, we believe shall turn down the offer." He cast a sideways, somewhat disdainful look at the General.



"Yes General, your orders?"
"Find out what just happened."
"Right away sir. You, you, get over there, bayonets at the ready."
OOC: The rebellion I refer to below is part of my un-RPed, deep-background stuff like all nations have some of; although if Vetaka and I ever restart a certain RP I might get around to RPing it out in detail. We'll have to see given what else is going on now I'm afraid...
IC:
As the various security detachments looked set to spring into action, Drask deciding to draw his weapon cautiously which occasioned the others to do the same, Christine simply stood her ground while moving to speak with the Chanceloress and General some more. "Well, it wasn't all military history, even though we were hardly a peaceful nation even before we exploded onto the international scene when Strator first offended the world at large with his slave trade. The 1997 humanist-fascist insurrection in our capital Tailville DR, composed of those among our human majority who were simply too scared of all the bizarre changes the Event had occasioned to cope peacefully, gives an example." Christine blanched a bit, knowing she was treading on even more painful memories here, but continued for the sake of defying those responsible both then and now. "My husband almost died then, but managed to survive and lead the counterattack by our forces himself. After order was restored, the insurrection having ironically come when our current political structure came about, the Communist Party splitting into three on Reformist vs Stalinist vs Maoist lines, the Social Democrats and Greens being legalized again, and Congress reconvening after the six-month emergency rule period following the Event; we decided that only reform could help us catch up with the outside world. We started liberalizing our economy, opening our political process even if the Executive remains Revolutionary Party only, and in general just trying to become a more 'normal' nation."

"Oh, and oddly enough regarding Strator, we'd initially intended that fight simply as a evacuation-support operation for the Southern Colombians, whose special forces were to rescue Strator's slaves and then go. But in the end we were first in the fight proper once invasion became necessary, or among those first at least; and it was our broad terms for Strator's capitulation that formed the basis of the Theeb Accords. Weird what you can achieve almost by accident, eh?" Of course, given how most of Wagdog's current history was still concerned with dealing with the global fallout of that fateful yet deceptively small first war in Strator, perhaps Christine's precise characterization could be called a bit hasty.

"Anyway, what about Barronia? I'm sure your nation's tale is as colorful as mine, even if not as out-there strange at times I'd hope." Christine wouldn't wish that sort of 'interesting' on anybody, since it fell well within the Chinese-curse definition of the word. "And given how slowly this is all moving now, no offense to the Black Sashes or you, General," She was determined now that things would stay normal here and he would get that dance if she could help it at all, "We sure have time to hear it I think..." Hopefully, although it might amount to talking on the run. Damn that drunk doubly so if he makes me miss out on talking to Matriarch Zelella! Christine was enjoying the present company, of course, but had been particularly eager to talk to the Relorian ruler since Wagdog held the neutral nation in very high esteem. Well that, and Christine figured she could stand to make as many 'influential friends' as possible, especially in neutral countries what with the way crises seemed to erupt in Wagdog's path without end...

Adm.Arnold held onto Lord Sumguy's shoulder as he climbed out, and they walked into the hospital.

After the Admiral had been given a room, Lord Sumguy came in a said: "I am afraid i must leave now, I need to get back to the ball and drm up some more support for the Hegemony. Good luck on your recovery, and dont hesitate to inform me if you need any more help."

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"Hmm...very well. As you wish."

If looks could kill, then the one that the Black Sashes Commandant was giving Christine would've been the equivalent of a 3-year torture stretch followed by a public beheading. Only once had the Chancelloress seen them in action - ruthless killers, even with the "honourable" methods of fighting - the bayonet charge. Still, their dedication made worth the gruesome tactics. The Commandant drew his sword, placed it behind his back, and turned away, presumably analyzing the situation.

The General continued the conversation nonetheless.

"Well, chance always plays it part in wartime. Although, suprising your enemy with a mass of cruise missiles can always help, ha ha. And as for temporal vanishings...well, we're rather lacking in that. Makes our history pale by comparism. But, here's the nice and brief version.

We, as a nation, were founded back in the mid-1600's after one large tribe was assimilated by the other. See, all war with this country. Anyway, the one royal family, the Barroni, managed to rule until around 1989. We'd principally relied on foreign aid to that point - for which we're still indebted to some - and the people were very much fed up with the family keeping the majority of moneys in the country for themselves.

Eventually, a revolution did take place, and it was on the 10th of May in 1989 that it occured. A large number of citizens, along with a mid-sized contingent of the army, stormed the Sultans palace. They were led by the Chancelloress's late father, Daniel Barron, God rest his soul."

Seeing what he believed to be puzzlement on Christine's face, he explained.

"Ah, right, yes, the President. He was, unfortunately, murdered at a peace conference, by an insurgent in the Tunisianian uprising. His daughter, our current Chancelloress, then went through to the Presidency. From there-"

"Ahem, not meaning to interrupt, but the ensemble has put a waltz on. Ms Governess, you haven't waltzed until you've done it with Conrad here. 8 years running champion of the Governmental Annual Dance Cup, along with his late wife. Well, Conrad, show the Governess to the floor..."

"Ah, erm...well...in the spirit of it all...may I have this dance?"

Adm.Arnold said "Thank's Lord Sumguy, I will call on you if you need anythingGive every-one an update on my condition." When Lord Sumguy left, he secretly cocked his Colt 1911 pistol in his holster, just in case a crazy guy came in, he would be prepared. He was happy that the assaisnation failed, and he said "Come in Lieutenet, you've had a good flight with me I see. I see you're taking no chance's with security." Lt.Bastelo entered the room with a CAR-15 SMG, he was not only the medic for Adm.Arnold, but the personal guard for him.