NationStates Jolt Archive

The Dominion Commonwealth Headquarters (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DominionCommonwealthHeadquarters.jpg), which didn’t really need to exist as The Dominion Commonwealth was no more, was full of action. From Black Wolves to Los guardias de Diablo to WW legion solders to normal civilians and reporters from the Dominion News Networks, they were told something bad was going to happen at this location. Thought and question entered their minds about what this big thing was. At the place where the Count inform the world and the United Dominion about the foundation of the United Senate and his new title.

Large banners of the United Dominion hung on the massive walls as the Dominion flag flying proudly on all of the flagpoles in the wind as the citizens waited in front of the massive building, formally used as the Council of Twelve cambers, to see what was up.

The Black Wolves, in their smoke gray and black set of Transylvanian body armor, stood at all of the doors to the headquarters. The WW legion controlled the streets with their armored vehicles. They were ready for a fight, if that time was needed.

At the edge of the wall in front of the Headquarters, which over looked the parking lot that was emptied for today, was a stage that had a Roman look to it with columns and etc. At the center was podium made of white marble with the flag of the United Dominion on it. Around their stage were the swordsmen, standing with a hand on their sword hilt.

But unlike the time the other time, the Count didn’t come out looking like a Roman legionarie. He stepped out of the main doors of the Headquarters in his normal cowboy look. His black duster over a pair of black leather pants and a tight black shirt, which showed off his muscled chest. His black cowboy hat rested on his head and blocked the sun form his eyes.

As he walked towards the stage, he was flanked by four Devil’s Guards, two on each side. He ignored the cheers from his people as he was focused on this news about the United Dominion.

Stepping on the podium, the Count quieted his people. As the crowd grew quiet, the Count smiled and placed his hands on each side of the podium.

“My people, you all have read the statement form me about the Dominion Commonwealth. My once great brotherhood has been killed by the forces of evil.” he said as the crowd only listened. “The Dominion Commonwealth ever grew into that brotherhood that I wished for. The wrong members joined like Clandonia Primeand a few others. There were honorable nations within the Dominion Commonwealth that showed their loyally to me and the other Commonwealth states, but one of those nation rammed a sword in my back.”

The crowd need whom he was taking about and started chanting ‘Down with Vega!’. As the chant filled the air, the Count relaxed and allowed it enter his ears. He wanted to give Vega what was done to him, but a war over revenge is nothing. It would give the United Dominion a label of a warmonger and the Count didn’t want that. Vega would get his when the time came.

Raising his hand sin the air, he quieted the crowd. “My people, you are correct. Vega, a man whom I treated like a brother, betrayed me in our time of need. I see him as the reason of the down fall of the Dominion Commonwealth.” he said, an impish smile across his lips. “His actions will cost him his life as traitors aren’t liked by those honorable people in the world.”

He paused and looked out at the camera pointed at him. “Now, to the main reason why I called this together.” he said. “There will be change within the United Dominion as the outside have shown they aren’t as honorable as you think. People go to war for revenge aren’t honorable, they are dogs. People whom murder innocent civilians aren’t honorable, they are monsters.”

“But there are those honorable nations in the free world.” he said, the flags moving the winds. “On this day, the United Dominion is closing her borders to all foreigners, but a special number of them. The only foreigners allowed in the United Dominion will be those located at the embassies within the United Dominion Those nations are Jenrak, Findan, Xharn, Ceyolia, Wilhelmsborough, Otagia, DMG and Deserted Territories.”

He paused again to get some air. “There will be foreigners that are stationed in the only two foreign bases in the United Dominion; the Italian Navy Base of Findan and the Wilhelm base in Germany.” he said. He heard a question form the coward that wasn’t picked up by any of the microphones. “Good question, sir. I was getting to it.” said the Count, looking a dark skinned man wearing a tan set of BDUs and a dark blue beret. On this man’s right arm and his beret was a patch of the 39th Ares’ Executioners, which was a figure that looked like the God, Ares, with a pair of friary axes in each hand with a black background that had gold writing ’39th’ at the top and ’Ares’ Executioners’ under the figure, an European Branch of the United Dominion Foreign Legion.

“The United Dominion Foreign Legion will stay open as there is no need for it to be broken up after all of these years. The only thing that has changed is that people can’t join like they did before by going up to a recruitment office and signing on.” said the Count. “General Titus Bruccius and his command will be running background checks on all whom send in letters to join. Currently, there are seventy-two branches of the United Dominion Foreign Legion. I don’t think they will be any need for more members until those within it started to retire.”

“All of these has been voted and cleared by me and the United Senate.” said the Count, taking another breath. He just told the world that only allies of the United domino were allowed in her lands. “As of today, all foreigners that aren’t listed in the special group will leave the United Dominion or face being deported. If they want to become a Dominionite, they may sign up for the United Dominion Foreign Legion and have to wait for their back ground checks.”

The crowd didn’t know what to do, so they cheered because they trusted the Count and all of his action. They saw him wanting peace in the Hatarian mess as he offered to modified his treaty to make it fair on all sides. They saw how the world acted in not taking the Count’s offer. They somewhat knew the reason behind locking the United Dominion from the rest of the world.

“More news is the United Dominion Navy will be undergoing change by taking out the older ships and bring in newer ones.” said the Count after quieting the crowd again. “The United Dominion Navy will be used to keep our waters safe from foreign pirates and other foreign vessels. Only Dominionite or allied vessels will be allowed in our waters.”

The cheers grew up again for the Count to hear, but he silenced them again. It was time for this to be over. There was still thing that needed to be told.

“As of today, there will be new positions added to the United Dominion government. These positions, which will be only used during war times, will be filled by people I place in them. During times of war, these men and women will have the powers of Lord Governors to command the military forces of each region.” started the Count, taking another breath of air. “There will be thirteen titles to be filled. They will be know as the Lord Marshals of the United Dominion, in honor of my former title of the Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth.”

“For those people whom don’t know that regions I’m talking about, I’ll tell them about the thirteen regions.” said the Count, taking a deep breath as this was going to be long. “There is the Black Sea region, which is the lands of Romania, Moldova, Turkey, Bulgaria, Georgia, and Ukraine, and you’re looking at their Lord Marshal. The region of Germania, which are the land of Germany, Switzerland, Austria, Liechtenstein and Luxembourg. The region of Pannonia, which is the lands of Hungary, Slovakia, and Slovenia.”

Taking a breath, three down and ten more to go. “The Apennine region, which is the lands of Italy, San Marino, and Malta. The Balkan region, which is the lands of Greece, Macedonia, Croatia, Albania, Bosnia & Herzegovina, and Serbia & Montenegro” he said. This would take the longest of anything he had to say. It would be a waste for his people and a number of other nation, but there are some whom don’t know anything about the United Dominion. “The Western Russia region, which is the northwest, southwest and central west parts of Russia. The Eastern Deserts region, which are the lands of Jordan, Lebanon, and Syria.”

“The region known as the Caspian Sea, which are the land of Armenia and Azerbaijan.” he said, taking a break again. “The Island of Wolves, which are the lands of Wolfe Island and the Angel Island chain. There is Kikko Dominion, which is Wolfingrad. The last three region are named after what land they house. There is the Ravensburg region, the Wolfsburg and Habrigberg region and the Seferus region.”

“My, my, that was a lot to say. Anyways, each of them will have a Lord Marshal to act like a lord of war during war times.” said the Count with a smile. He didn’t like saying the title warlord from some reason, so he always have said the lord of war. “These men and women will be the right ones for the job. And when the times for them to use their power, they will take over the command to all mill arty force sin their region to better their region’s defenses. “

“I’ll issue a statement about whom these men and woman will be in the next few weeks.” said the Count, starting to turn and leave.

“And one more thing before I disappear into the shadows…” he said, stopping looking back at the crowd. “Our United Senate has finally found a home. The Dominion Commonwealth Headquarters will now be renamed for the third time and act for the location of the United Senate. No more will we use the Roman Coliseum or anywhere for meetings of the United Senate.”

He turned and left as the chants of ‘Hail Caesar’ to ‘I love you, Count’ filled the air. He just dropped a major bomb shell on this day and it looked like the United Senate to his people were backing him.

[OOC: From this day on until I change my mind, I’m taking a break from role-playing with people other then Jenrak, Theao, and my allies that were listed. I’m going to be updating my fact book when I can with more history, more about the Dominion government and so on. You can write some about what the Count said, but I’m not looking for anybody to ignore his wishes. If you have people in my nation that aren‘t allowed there, I would like you to role-play them leave or signing up for the UDFL. If I find somebody in my nation that is allowed, I‘ll deport them and banned their entrance to the United Dominion forever. Please follow my wishes and show me that I‘m wrong about how NS is.

If you want, write how your government find about this Plus, me banning foreigners from entering my lands isn't a reason for war and will be ignored as I‘m taking a break form NS role-playing. If I was killing them, then that would be a good reason, but I‘m not doing that.]

Castle Von Wolf, Greystone, Romania

Eighteen hours have pasted and there was an eerily silence throughout the massive castle. The Count knew what he did was the best for his people as those dishonorable foreigners couldn’t cloud the minds of the Dominionites. He wasn’t afraid that his people would listen to the nonsense of those foreigners from Haven and they raise upon against him as they knew he was doing what was good for them. He was keeping them safe like the many times he did in the past.

The Count was knocked out of his daydreaming by hearing his name. Not by Count or Jason, but he heard ‘Father.’

He spun in his leather chair and looked over at his sons, along with Chairman Paris and Sir Daniels. His sons were called to him to talk about the Lord Marshals of the United Dominion. They would be the best to help him pick them.

“Sons, as you all know why I called you here.” said the Count, looking out form the darkness of his cowboy hat. “There are Lords of War that need to be picked. Have a seat all of y’all.”

Khaldun and Jibade, the oldest of the sons, sat down in the chair closest to the Count’s desk. Calvin and Devlin took their seat in the other open chairs, but Edward wasn’t there as he was in Jenrak over looking things. Chairman Paris and Sir Daniels hopped down in the some other chairs and waited for it to start.

“I know of two people that would be good ones for two positions.” started the Count as his guests poured themselves drinks. “I know about an old man that will be retiring to a ‘desk job’ at Navy Command. I’ll being placing Fleet Admiral William Bekkener as the Lord Marshal of Germania and Grand General McKnight as the Lord Marshal of Pannonia.”

“But whom will go in the other positions?” asked the Count out loud. He has thought about for some time and couldn’t think of anything.

There was silence until Calvin said something, which would be only greatness as the Count was open to all help. “I think I know of somebody for Apennine.” started Calvin, his Cajun accent filling the air. “As the UDFL’s headhunters was moved to Rome after our take over, General Titus Bruccius would be the best for job.”

“Didn’t think of that.” said the Count. ”I’ll place him down as the Lord Marshal of Apennine.” He wrote the commander of the United Dominion Foreign Legion down on his list.

Devlin looked up from his drink and eyed his father. “I got an idea about Western Russia. Blitz!” he said, a hint of joy in his voice. “Yup, retired General Blitz will be the best as the Lord Marshal of Western Russia. His military career was without a single mistake or any bad marks on it.”

“Another good one.” said the Count, writing down Blitz’s name on his list. “Mason, I need to post the foreigner law across the United Dominion after you leave here. I want to make sure ever see it.”

“Will do, milord.” said Sir Daniels, thinking about whom should be a Lord Marshal.

The little meeting between them lasted more then four hors, but each position had been filled in with a name. As they left the massive castle, only the Count and Calvin were left in his office. They were looking over the record of the United Dominion navy, which listed every shipped within it. They would pick which ships need to good and those whom need to stay.

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Maybe two hours or less, the foreigner law was being posted in town meeting halls and newspapers throughout the nation. DNN even a started to air it for those in the nation and for the outside world to see. DNN would be the only way for the outside world to see what was happening within the United Dominion until the law was no more.

Foreigner Law

This law has came to life because the behavior outside of the United Dominion of world leaders and normal people alike. For the safety of the United Dominion and her people, this law will ban all foreigners within her lands. There are special cases for foreigners, which will be listed below.

1) People from the allied nations, which will be listed at the end, are allowed within the United Dominion. They will be allowed in their embassies grounds and every place a civilian can go, which isn‘t in or near a Dominion military base or power plants. Current Dominion Allies: Jenrak, Findan, Xharn, Ceyolia, Wilhelmsborough, Otagia, DMG and Deserted Territories

2) Foreigners that are stationed in the only two foreign bases in the United Dominion; the Italian Navy Base of Findan and the Wilhelm base in Germany. This service men and women are allowed to leave their bases, but will have to follow Dominion law.

3) Foreigners within the United Dominion Foreign Legion will be allowed in the United Dominion. Any one signing up after this law has been passed will have write a message to General Bruccius and his command staff about joining the UDFL. Background checks will be ran on all whom send in letters to join.

4) Those not born within the United Dominion, but have became citizens of the United Dominion, will be allowed in the United Dominion. All that have became Dominionites the legal way may stay in their new home, but those found to be here illegal will be offered two options; to be deported back to wherever they came from or make themselves Dominionites the legal way.

Passed by the Emperor of the United Dominion; Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
Passed by the United Senate; Lead by Chairman Bennet du Paris
Cleared by the Secretary of Diplomacy; Sir Mason Daniels

(OOC: I can't say much other than it looked to me like there was going to be a war which I had no wish in taken part of.)

The Fornelian government, having watched the proceedings while arranging for their few citizens within the United Dominion to fly out, sent a message:

Official Fornelian Transmission:
The Royal Republic of Fornelia will not apologize for its actions, but we believe that what you have done is in your best interests and will respect your decision. All Fornelians within the Dominion are being flown out. We understand that you may feel betrayed by us, but we still wish to have diplomatic relations as friends rather than allies.

Declaration from the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire:

Emperor William would like to thank the United Dominion for expressing its trust in the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire as it works to pick up the pieces after the fall of the Dominion Commonwealth.

As you have allowed us to keep the naval base in Germany, and let Wilhelm citizens remain in Dominion lands, we will return what we see as an act of good faith by restoring travel between our two countries at the Isthmus of Perekop, a narrow strip of land which connects the Peninsula to the mainland.

We here in the government hope that relations between the Empire and the Dominion continue to grow and we look forward to further collaborations in the future.

Declaration from the Calizorinstanian Republic:


We wish to say to Translyvania that we are totally on their side in this rebuilding, and wish to repair diplomatic relation's between us, eventually leading to an alliance maybe if you are so inclined

President Jack Slovick
Calizorinstan

(OOC: I can't say much other than it looked to me like there was going to be a war which I had no wish in taken part of.)

[OOC: The other side was pushing it to war, but I was trying to push to peace. Anyways, the past is the past.]

TO: The Royal Republic of Fornelia
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Thank you on behalf of the United Dominion. Don’t really blame yourself for the death of the Dominion Commonwealth as it more lays on the hands of what milord called the traitorous dog Vega. He betrayal us all by joining those dishonorable Havenites.

Anyways, watch yourselves in the Corporate Alliance. That Blackhelm nation is a little tricky.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

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TO: The Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Thank you on behalf of the United Dominion by restoring travel between our two countries at the Isthmus of Perekop. I, along with the United Senate and the Caesar, hope that our relations continue to grow, too.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

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TO: President Jack Slovick
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

I see that you got some sense back as your dropped the Emperor title even though before you joined the Dominion Commonwealth, your title was President. But right now, diplomatic relation's between us will not be repaired until many years go by. Sorry, that’s how the world is.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

[OOC: In one of my next post, I‘ll have a list in whom the Lord Marshals are.]

Twenty four hours have passed after foreigners were told to leave the United Dominion on their own free will. If they don’t, they will be singled out by Dominionites and given two choices to pick from. Become a Dominionite the legal way or get the Hell out of her lands. Whatever was do, the United Dominion was in the clear because of the ‘Foreigner Law’ being passed by the United Senate. Deporting foreigners against their free will could be fun as it would be a cause of war or anything. But you have to be dumb for not listening and leaving after the law was passed.

Anyways through out the United Dominion and on DNN, the Count had send messages about whom the Lord Marshals were. On this day, the Lords of War would be known and it would be a wonderful day at the same time.

Official Statement from His Royal Badass

I would like to make a statement about the United Dominion’s newly formed positions of the Lord Marshals of the United Dominion. These men and women have been picked by myself and a small number of other people. Even I couldn’t find the best people for the job by myself. I have talked with these men and women in person or over the phone about their new position. They have agreed to do the best for the United Dominion during war times and even watch on the regional military during peace times.

And below this list of text, I’ve placed the list of the Lord Marshals of the United Dominion. I even placed myself on there as it’s thirteen Lord Marshals and not twelve. I have even placed their ranks and other titles for those whom don’t know of these men and women.

The Lord Marshals of the United Dominion:

The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea: His Royal Badass
The Lord Marshal of Germania: Fleet Admiral William Bekkener, the Baron of Austria and current commander of the Black Sea Fleet
The Lord Marshal of Pannonia: Grand General Adolph McKnight, the former leader of the 1st Blood Wolves and current supreme commander of the United Dominion Armed Forces
The Lord Marshal of Apennine: General Titus Bruccius, the current supreme commander of the United Dominion Foreign Legion
The Lord Marshal of the Balkan: Fleet Admiral Juliet Snow, the Baroness of Croatia
The Lord Marshal of Western Russia: Retired General Simon Blitz, the Duke of Moscow
The Lord Marshal of the Eastern Deserts: Air Admiral Mazen bin Ali, the current commander of the 20th Sky Devil Airship Fleet
The Lord Marshal of the Caspian Sea: Air Admiral Iham Fulminata, the current commander of the 50th Ghost Airship Fleet
The Lord Marshal of the Island of Wolves: Air Admiral Lucas König, the current commander of the 8th Night Stalker Airship Fleet
The Lord Marshal of Kikko Dominion: Sir Tony Stark, the Duke of Wolfingrad City
The Lord Marshal of Ravensburg: General Cain Stromberg, the current commander of the Darkholme Province Armed Forces
The Lord Marshal of Wolfsburg and Habrigberg: Sir Vladimir Von Doom, the Lord Baron of Habrigberg
The Lord Marshal of Seferus: Fleet Admiral Harleen Heath, the Baroness of the Island of Seferus and current commander of the Seferus Fleet

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies

Declaration from the Calizorinstanian United Republic:

As I have been elected to replace my unsuccesfull predecessor, I wish to hold a meeting between myself and the Count, we wish to become a colony of the United Dominon, I've realized the stupidity of my predecessor's action's, and don't stick it to our country, he wasn't popular, it was him you should blame, he had higher control's over the general's, he was the one that forced us to pull out, he executed people who disagreed with him. But I am now the lawfully ruling President of Calizorinstan, I wish to help heal the wound my evil predecssor caused. We truly regreat our former leader's action's to you.

Yours truthfully and sincerely,

President Jack R. Arnold
Dominon of Calizorinstan (If you will let us.)

The Count knew his answer after reading the letter from Arnold, but want to wait some time before writing a message back. He didn’t really want to write one, so he got Mason to do it on his behalf. Maybe eight hours after Arnold’s message arrived in hands of the Count, a return message was sent.

TO: President Jack R. Arnold
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

I write this message on behalf of my Lord. His answer is that you’ll agree having a face to face meeting with you, but there will be rules for you to follow. In these times, the Count doesn’t trust foreigners unless they are allies. The meeting with take place at Castle Von Wolf and you may not bring any guards or weapons as a signal of good faith. Greystone, the Count’s Romanian lands, is the safety place within the United Dominion, so you don’t have to worry about your live being in harm’s way.

There will be a Lear jet heading towards your nation. That’s all.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

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Like what Mason said, there was a black Lear jet leaving Greystone airbase heading towards Calizorinstan. After the trip across the Atlantic and some land, the Lear jet was heading towards Calizorinstan airspace. So there was a radio message sent to Calizorinstan.

“This is the Flying Monkey, we were sent to pick up President Arnold to have a meeting with our Emperor. Are we clear to enter your airspace?” was the message.

SAN Tower said "Flying Monkey, you have permission to come in the airspace and land on Runway 27 over. President Arnold is at the lighted up ramp, he has no guard's or weapon's per instruction."

President Arnold drove to the airport, and saw the black Lear Jet land, he waited for it to taxi to his area, so he could fly to see the Count of a matter of great importance. He had no guard's or weapon's as a show of faith in the count, and he had the light's on so the LearJet crew could see where he was

The Flying Monkey touched down and taxied over to the location of the President. Coming to a full stop, the side door was opened and out step a man (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RudolphFalke.jpg). The wind blew his hair as he looked at President Arnold and saluted to show respect even though the man was mercenary.

“President Arnold, I’m here to take you to Greystone. I’m Wolf General Rudolph Falke, the commander of the Black Wolves’ Beta Division.” said the man still in his salute. “Mister President, you may board the Flying Monkey.”

Message From the Office of The Hegemon

Greetings, i am Lord Sumguy, the Hegemon. I humbly request permisssion to establish a embassy in the most glorious Dominion, as well as possibly discuss an alliance between the Hegemony and United Dominion.

With best regards and high hopes for humanity,
-Lord Sumguy

TO: Lord Sumguy
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Don’t take this wrong, Lord Sumguy, but the United Dominion isn’t looking for allies in random nations. Our borders are closed off to everybody, but those listed in the special cases in the Foreigner Law. At this time, there will not be any allies from random nations that we don’t know. Permission is declined.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

To: Sir Mason Daniels
From: Lord Sumguy

I understand, and look forward to the day that your nation is able to trust again.

-Lord Sumguy, Hegemon

President Jack Arnold returned the salute and boareded the aircraft, and sat down in the nearest seat, and said "Thank you Mr. Falke, I am pleased to be on the Flying Monkey."

TO: Lord Sumguy
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Thank you for understand. I wish that your people aren’t like those dishonorable foreigners. May in time, the United Dominion will come out of the darkness and enters the light.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

President Jack Arnold returned the salute and boareded the aircraft, and sat down in the nearest seat, and said "Thank you Mr. Falke, I am pleased to be on the Flying Monkey."

General Rudolph Falke rolled his eyes as President Arnold boarded the jet with his back to him. “Mister President, it would be respect and nice that you call me General Falke over Mister Falke.” said the mercenary as he boarded the jet.

The Flying Monkey was fueled for the return turn to Greystone and cleared to take off. Soon the plane was in the air and heading home.

President Arnold said "Oh, why sorry General Falke, I've got it correct now, you'll excuse me, I had one too many beer's last night, and 4 can's tonights, so I am not in my right state of mind. This civil war buisness going on is terrible."

Official Kampferian Message:
It dismays us to see what was once a nation of whom we were allied to close their doors to us in such a hasty fashion. While we understand the reasons for your doing so, we hate to see it come to this. Please inform us if you ever change this policy. We have gone ahead and removed the Kampferian citizens currently living in your country, with the exception of two. These two, John Rheinicker and his wife Betty, have not taken kindly to the news. They refuse to leave or join the foreign legion. Take whatever steps you feel neccessary, but please try to avoid casualties, as they would reflect poorly upon both our nations. I hope that our differences may be reconciled in the future.

Sincerely,
Fuhrer Richtoff

SIC:

Meanwhile, John was barricading himself into his second story apartment. He had been a veteran of the Griffencrest Offensive, but had moved to the United Dominion after Kampfers had joind the Dominion Commonwealth because he saw it as a chance to further his buisness ventures. He had sacrificed a lot to move here, and he would not leave without a fight. He walked into his kitchen and opened the cabinent under the sink. There, he pressed a small camoflauged button, which in turn opened a hidden compartment in the rear of the oven. From this compartment he retreived a FN SCAR-H, one of the lesser used weapons in the Kampferian Army. He also retrieved numerous grenades and a few claymores, which he planted at a few strategic doorways and windows.

OOC: I really don't expect him to do anything, but just be a pain... Blueprint of apartment: http://www.mcgregorlinks.com/villageapt/aptbprint.GIF

About forty million refugees from the Negev were still in the Dominion, where they had settled down and built homes, raised their families, and in some cases, even learned local languages such as Romanian and Hungarian.

Now, they were being expelled from the country on the Count's whim. While there was some unrest, the leaders of the expatriate communities, for the most part, were successful in encouraging the vast majority of their people to go to Haven.

These people were not very happy with the Count now, and the Havenite state's view toward the Dominion was still overwhelmingly negative.

Those who left boarded planes throughout the Dominion, or clambered aboard ships leaving the nation...

President Arnold said "Oh, why sorry General Falke, I've got it correct now, you'll excuse me, I had one too many beer's last night, and 4 can's tonights, so I am not in my right state of mind. This civil war buisness going on is terrible."

“That’s why I’m not a drinker.” said General Falke. “And it is bad thing for a nation to go through a civil war.” Placing ear buds in his ears, the General turned on his small black IPod player.

The plane flew in the air without any trouble. Minutes turned to hours as the trip flew by. To Rudolph, the only thing he could hear was his music and nothing else. Hours passed and the Flying Monkey flew over oceans until it passed over land.

Soon, the Flying Monkey touched down at Greystone Airbase and taxied into a hanger. Turning his Ipod off, General Falke got up and opened the door as the Lear jet finally parked.

“Mister President, welcome to Greystone, the lands of the Count.” he said, steeping off to head to a waiting black Ford GT, which had gray racing stripes and black rims. “Welcome to the United Dominion. Hop in, sir.” said General Falke, whom got into the driver seat and started the car. The passenger door was opened for President Arnold.

President Arnold hopped in the Ford GT and said "I've stopped drinking lately, and this is a neat car, make's me glad to be here."

SIC:

Meanwhile, John was barricading himself into his second story apartment. He had been a veteran of the Griffencrest Offensive, but had moved to the United Dominion after Kampfers had joind the Dominion Commonwealth because he saw it as a chance to further his buisness ventures. He had sacrificed a lot to move here, and he would not leave without a fight. He walked into his kitchen and opened the cabinent under the sink. There, he pressed a small camoflauged button, which in turn opened a hidden compartment in the rear of the oven. From this compartment he retreived a FN SCAR-H, one of the lesser used weapons in the Kampferian Army. He also retrieved numerous grenades and a few claymores, which he planted at a few strategic doorways and windows.

TO: Fuhrer Richtoff
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Thank you for telling us about Mister Rheinicker and his wife. They have show us that foreigners can’t be trusted within the United Dominion even thought there is a law passed to get them out of the nation. Only fool don’t listen and follow laws. Mister Rheinicker and his wife will be the lesson needed to show those whom want to stand up against the Foreigner Law. Those two will be deported and banned from entering the United Dominion forever. Those fools.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

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Within maybe an hour after Sir Daniels issued an order to locate John Rheinicker, the problem foreigners were found. Two hours later, the arriving of Death Dealers had began around the apartment complex in their armored vans and trucks. Bearing dark blue Transylvanian body armor Mod II, which had in white letters ‘Death Dealers’, these Dominionite SWAT officers ready themselves to arrest the two foreigners.

The Death Dealer were in force and numbered in twenty officers. They were armed with lethal weapons and non-lethal weapons. They were ordered to use non-lethal weapons, but were cleared to use lethal weapons when need to.

Using a large speaker on one of the armored vans, the commander of the Death Dealers at the sight issued a warning. “John Rheinicker, we have gain knowledge that you will not follow the Foreigner Law passed by the United Senate.” said the man, his voice sounding robot like because his body armor’s helmet. “For doing this, you have doomed yourself form ever coming back to the United Dominion. You will be banned from entering our lands forever.”

Meanwhile Dominionites that lived around the area heard everything and started to look out windows to see these people being arrested. These would be good, if no lives were taken.

“John Rheinicker, give up now and maybe you’ll not be banned forever. This is your last option.” said the Death Dealer captain.

President Arnold hopped in the Ford GT and said "I've stopped drinking lately, and this is a neat car, make's me glad to be here."

“Yes, it’s a neat car.” said the General with a smile. He gunned it heading out of the hanger and sliding onto the runway, heading towards the exit gate. The building just passed by were nothing but burrs. Maybe President Arnold wasn’t really liking being in this car, now. The car turned on to the main road, which heads toward Castle Von Wolf, leave only dust in it’s wake.

About ten miles away, the colossal castle could be seen over the tree line. The huge castle, which was twenty stories tall and five towers. AAA guns and SAM sites could be seen on the dark stoned castle, when you get closer to it like in the driveway. The castle in its current state has a floor area of 9.4 million ft² and a total of 206.8 million ft³ of space. The highest of the towers was over 450 ft tall. This castle is a fortress in its current state. Welcome to Castle Von Wolf.

General Falke finally touch his foot of the gas as he turned on the caste’s driveway. As he coasted down the long driveway, he smiled and asked “Are you okay over there, Mister President?”

President Arnold grinned from ear to ear and said "Of course General Falke, it's amazing, the scenery is amazing. It's a good car, I've got a mind to buy one of these when I get back to my country."

President Arnold grinned from ear to ear and said "Of course General Falke, it's amazing, the scenery is amazing. It's a good car, I've got a mind to buy one of these when I get back to my country."

“Do I have to remind you that your nation is currently in a civil war?” asked the General as he coasted down the driveway. The castle was coming in closer and closer, so by now el President would see what a powerful, rich world leader calls home. One that was honorable over those other foreigner leaders. Anyways, the General moved the car around the circle part of the castle’s driveway and stopped in front of the stair.

“Your last stop until you met the Count, are you really to dance with the Devil in a pale moon light?” asked the General with an impish smile as he turned the car off. Both doors open by themselves and there was an eerily calm in the air.

President Arnold said "I meant, I'd buy one when my civil war is over, I am ready to meet the count, I am ready." He stood up straight, to his military stiffness, like he had when he was in the Marine Corps meeting Generals.

“So…you're ready to dance with the Devil in a pale moon light then.” said General Falke getting out of the Ford GT. He ran his hands down the front of the car as he walked around to the stair. “Follow me and don’t get lost, Mister President. It’s easy to get lost at Castle Von Wolf.” he said.

Moving up the front stairs, General Falke opened the massive wooden door and steps into the great entrance. It was a round shaped room that had white marble floors and stone that matched the outside walls. There was grand double staircase that moved with the round walls, on the ledge was the open door way into the second floor. There was open door way under that ledge, which leads into a long hallway from the looks of it. There were doors on each side of the staircase, which leads into some type of room.

General Falke waited inside for the President.

Meanwhile…upstairs in the Count’s office, he smiled at the report in his hands. It was about the forty million Kahanistanians leaving the United Dominion. He always questioned why these people stay even after what he did to members of their government. He even told them about the new state in Haven after what had gone down, but they stayed for some weird reason.

This was done more on the whim of the United Senate and throughout the United Dominion, everybody should have known it. Some regions were having polls on the current nonsense and everything. And one of the polls was about foreigners within the United Dominion. Foreigners only take jobs from the hands of Dominionites, but only a hand full have joined the United Dominion Foreign Legion through out the ages. If you want to live in the United Dominion, you’ll have to show that you’ll do everything for her.

General Falke patiently waited inside for the President to enter.

[OOC: Call this a bump for Calizorinstan, Kampfers and anybody else tha hasn’t read this thread.]

President Arnold entered the room, and surveyed the cold grey walls. He said suddenly "How long has the castle been here?"

“Well…the original Caste Von Wolf was build in 1000 AD, which the current one rests a top of.” said the General. He smiled as he closed the door. “The current Caste Von Wolf is thirty years old and had been updated throughout the years.” he said.

General Falke then moved over to the stairway and said “Stay close as you don’t want to get lost here.” With that, he started up the stairs and moved towards the Count’s office. The trip wouldn’t be a short one as the office was on the eight floor.

On the walk to the office, President Arnold would see priceless statues from ancient times thought to be lost in the sands of time. From Ancient Greece, Ancient Rome, Ancient Egypt and many others era of the ancient world. Not only would he see those thing, he would see stuff from other times like swords, art work, and other things. Castle Von Wolf could have been a museum, if the Count wanted it to be.

Along the wall, President Arnold would see Black Wolves in their dark gray and black Transylvanian body armor with different types of weapons. Through out the whole wall, he would see maybe ten to fifteen of the mercenaries.

Finally, the two have arrived at the door to the Count’s office. General Falke knocked and behind the wooden door, the voice of the devil himself could be heard. “Enter” he called out.

General Falke opened the door and stepped to the side, President Arnold was the quest at this castle. “Mister President, your wish as been granted.” he said.

As President Arnold entered through the door way, he would find himself into a large room, which didn’t have wallpaper on the dark cold gray stone walls. On each side of the door were Eighty inch flat screen televisions, which were turned on to a meted DNN program. Across the bottom was ‘A Kampferian not following the Foreigner Law’

On the left side of the door, the President would see a good sized fireplace that had two brown leather chairs and a small wooden table in front of it. On the right side of the door, the President would see three large bookcase, but the middle one looked like it could move. Maybe it could, but the main reason the President was in front of him.

Behind his onyx desk, the Count sate in his black leather chair. Thought the French doors behind him, the snow capped mountains could be seen, but the Count ‘s chair blocked the view. The Count, which was wearing something strange for a meeting like this, had both hands on his desk, slowly tapping them on the wooden surface.

The Count was wearing his SS officer uniform, but was wearing his tram mark black cowboy hat over the officer’s hat. The rank on his uniform shown him as SS-Oberstgruppenführer, if the President understand Nazi ranks. Why did he wear this uniform? The reason is that he could.

“Welcome to my nation, my home, my domain.” said the Count, his eyes shadowed by his cowboy hat. Creating an evil looking person that was staring at President Arnold.

President Arnold was amazed at the stuff he had seen on his flight up to the castle, and finally the stair's to the Count's room, and he had noticed the Nazi rank, and wasn't intiminated by the Count, he sat down and said "I quite understand your distrust of foreign nation's, but I wish to say to you, that we'd be certainly willing to be a colony, if you will of the Dominon, my people quite admire you. I do understand where your distrust come's from, by the way, I do think that Kampferian is quite an idot, but that's another story, I am willing to whatever the term's, Count. My predescessor was once in your favor, but he soon fell, keep in mind Count, that all the previous action's were his doing, not mine. I am the newly elected President, so, you can only blame action's he did, on him." He stared cooly into the Count, and sighed and said "Got any Root Beer, off chance, I haven't had any since I left home."

The Count smiled as he listened the heartbeat of the man in front of him. It was really strange for a man to remain clam in front of the Count. Most of the time, the heartbeat would be moving really fast, but that wasn’t the story with President Arnold.

“President Arnold,” started the Count after listening to what the President said without taking a pause, “I understand that I can only blame what Jacky boy did on him and I wish for him to rot in the flames of Hell for his betrayal of me.” His voice was just plain eerily sounding, full of darkness and coldness.

“I don’t think you want to become a colony of the United Dominion as you’ll have no more power on your lands. I’ll be in control on what happens there.” said the Count, his voice still had the darkness and coldness in it. “You maybe placed as the Lord Governor, but that isn’t set in stone. I’ll place a Dominionite as the Lord Marshal of your lands to control your military and Dominion forces during war times. There will be Dominion forces stationed in your lands.”

“Think about it, do you really want to become a province of the United Dominion?” asked the Count as a cold glass of root beer was placed in front of President Arnold. The servant bowed his head to the Count and left the office.

President Arnold said calmly "Well, in Slovick's defense sir, if he didn't pull out of Hataria, there would be a civil war, like you've never seen, the casualite's would be enourmously high, and the nation's of the world would pounce on us, he full knew well that he would be betraying you, but he didn't think of it that way. He said to me, this isn't me talking remember, he said "The Count clearly doesn't understand our way of life, and what the implication's of a gigantic civil war has on us, clearly he need's an explaination for what he percieve's as betrayal, and if he hope's I rot in hell, well, I hope he rot's in the seventh level of hell too, I'll be in a better place then where he's going." So, as you see sir, he was pretty ticked at you, but he's given you more chance's, you may see problem's. What's the next best thing to being a colony of the Dominon for us?" He took a sip of his root beer, and knew all too well, that any other leader's would be quaking before the Count and President Arnold said "I respect your action's and leadership, you've done, what I'd have done, if the same thing's that happened to you happened to me."

“Jacky boy didn’t save his nation from a civil war from what I heard, but don’t blame me for the other side not wanting peace with the Second Empire.” said the Count, his eyes locked with President Arnold’s eyes. Along they could be seen, they would be sensed by the President. “Jacky boy, along with those other idiots whom blame me for going to war, are the reasons for the brotherhood being killed. Like I said in the last message about the Dominion Commonwealth, I was the only one whom was looking for peace. I wasn’t drawing us to war, the other side was doing that.”

He paused, lifted his hat off of his eye and looked at President Arnold. “I haven’t see traitors like I have in my whole life. This present world is full of back stabber, thugs, and warmongers. Where have the righteous nation gone to?” he asked, not really caring about whom he was talking to. “So…if Jacky boy wants me to go to Hell, I’ll take it over. Think of my actions on this world, Hell could me my next Empire.”

“And next time you see Jacky boy, tell him a betrayal to me is when somebody turns their back to me at a time that they war needed.” he said, an impish grin grew across his lips.

“From what I told you, you still want to become a province of the United Dominion. At my current state, I don’t see why you would want to become one unless it was for power that you could gain.” said the Count, shaking his head at the thought. “Are you doing this to have your civil war end by Dominion force? What do you want?”

President Arnold shook his head and said coldly "I am not interested in becoming a colony, or a client state as I call it of you, I am trying to repair relation's, which maybe impossible, but you have to commend me for trying to fix my stupid, evil, predecessor's mistake's, which I may not, but at least my people are trying. I've seen the mistake's of the previous leader of my nation, and I was the one who impeached him, on the rightful charge's of betraying an allied nation."

His eye's were burning red, his body stiff, and straight and he said, yet calmly "I only wish to have a non agression pact, and some trade between our nation's, you might not want it, which case, I will leave and not bother you with my presence. I will have been able to say to the people that I tried my hardest. However, if you are willing, I've got a gift, of a manor in Calizorinstan, and a small airport to land your private jet. You may see this as a bribe, well, even I could say that even. But this is a re-partiation gift, it probably won't sort out our wound's, nay, it won't. But it will get us on the road to forgiveness from you. What you say about the NAP?" He extended his hand to the Count, his heart calmly beating.

TO: Fuhrer Richtoff
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Thank you for telling us about Mister Rheinicker and his wife. They have show us that foreigners can’t be trusted within the United Dominion even thought there is a law passed to get them out of the nation. Only fool don’t listen and follow laws. Mister Rheinicker and his wife will be the lesson needed to show those whom want to stand up against the Foreigner Law. Those two will be deported and banned from entering the United Dominion forever. Those fools.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

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Within maybe an hour after Sir Daniels issued an order to locate John Rheinicker, the problem foreigners were found. Two hours later, the arriving of Death Dealers had began around the apartment complex in their armored vans and trucks. Bearing dark blue Transylvanian body armor Mod II, which had in white letters ‘Death Dealers’, these Dominionite SWAT officers ready themselves to arrest the two foreigners.

The Death Dealer were in force and numbered in twenty officers. They were armed with lethal weapons and non-lethal weapons. They were ordered to use non-lethal weapons, but were cleared to use lethal weapons when need to.

Using a large speaker on one of the armored vans, the commander of the Death Dealers at the sight issued a warning. “John Rheinicker, we have gain knowledge that you will not follow the Foreigner Law passed by the United Senate.” said the man, his voice sounding robot like because his body armor’s helmet. “For doing this, you have doomed yourself form ever coming back to the United Dominion. You will be banned from entering our lands forever.”

Meanwhile Dominionites that lived around the area heard everything and started to look out windows to see these people being arrested. These would be good, if no lives were taken.

“John Rheinicker, give up now and maybe you’ll not be banned forever. This is your last option.” said the Death Dealer captain.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to respond. I have been out of town.

IC:

TO: Sir Mason Daniels
FROM: Fuhrer Richtoff

Unfortunately, my fears have been proved too true. I believe it best to leave you quite alone for a while, but perhaps contact you again later at a different time. Still, if you will permit me to ask one thing. Why must all foreigners leave your nation? Many had spent a great fortune to emigrate to your land, leaving behind buisnesses and other ventures, and yet you mercilessly force them out. We do not support the actions of Mr. Rheiniker, as we believe that all laws must be followed to the letter, but we must question the integrity of this law and the reasons behind it.

Sincerely,
Fuhrer Richtoff

IC 2:

John noticed all the police grouping outside his apartment. Things were going to end one way or another, he knew, and best to go out valiently. Before anyone could blink, a grenade was flying out of his window towards a cluster of vehicles, and there was an audible "FUCK YOU!"

“See I thought you weren’t here to become a colony. I saw through that letter, Mister President.” said the Count with a smile. “That’s maybe why I said what I said early. I’m not looking for more people to rule as I already enough to watch out for.”

He paused and thought about it for a few seconds. “Okay, here’s the deal. You get the manor and small airport because it will be seen as a bribe. Now…if I asked for those thing in alliance deal, it would be seen as a bribe.” he paused to allow what he said to sink into the President’s mind. With a smile on his lips, he moved on to bigger things “A non aggression pact between our two nations. Why in the Blue Blazes do we need something like that? The United Dominion isn’t going to be aggression to your nation unless some Fascist nutjob take over. There is no reason for a non aggression pact.”

He cocked his head to the side and said out loud. “Unholy shit!” His eyes were on the televisions, which just showed a grenade flying out of that Kampferian‘s window.

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to respond. I have been out of town.

[OOC: Ah…it’s okay. I’ve been using the time to work on my nation’s history for my new factbook.]

TO: Sir Mason Daniels
FROM: Fuhrer Richtoff

Unfortunately, my fears have been proved too true. I believe it best to leave you quite alone for a while, but perhaps contact you again later at a different time. Still, if you will permit me to ask one thing. Why must all foreigners leave your nation? Many had spent a great fortune to emigrate to your land, leaving behind businesses and other ventures, and yet you mercilessly force them out. We do not support the actions of Mr. Rheiniker, as we believe that all laws must be followed to the letter, but we must question the integrity of this law and the reasons behind it.

Sincerely,
Fuhrer Richtoff

TO: Fuhrer Richtoff
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Mister Richtoff, you question why we did what we did, but I think you already know the answer. I’m not Lord Paris, I’m not holding back with this like he would have done. The reason for the foreigner law is this, which even our citizens polled about, they come into the United Dominion and take jobs from Dominionites. The main thing that is pisses me off is that the young ones don’t join the United Dominion Foreign Legion because that would show us they would died for the United Dominion defending it. Most of the foreigner didn’t even try to become Dominionites. Think of this way, what would you do when some foreigners comes into your nation and takes the jobs from you people’s hand, but doesn’t become a Kampferian or join your army. It’s just plain nuts.

But that my reason in backing the Foreigner Law, I’m not talking for the rest of the United Senate or the Caesar.

This law doesn’t mercilessly force them out of the United Dominion as it gave options for them to Dominionites or join the United Dominion Foreign Legion. By them leaving, it shows us that they only want to take jobs and not really want to live in the United Dominion.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

John noticed all the police grouping outside his apartment. Things were going to end one way or another, he knew, and best to go out valiantly. Before anyone could blink, a grenade was flying out of his window towards a cluster of vehicles, and there was an audible "FUCK YOU!"

By then, the police officers had cleared out the building and rooms in the area of John’s apartment. As the fact that a good number of Death Dealer were heading into the apartment complex or behind their armored vans, the grenade only destroy the unarmored vehicles of the other apartment owners or renters.

Before it got to out of hand, the Death Dealer Captain order and cleared the use of tear gas into John’s apartment. A dark blue Little Bird, which was marked as Death Dealer Aerial Unit, flew around the apartment complex and the Death Dealer aboard launched two cans of tear gas threw the window.

Four Death Dealers moved down the hall towards his apartment, the lead one carrying a heavy duty riot shield in front of him. These shield was made like the Devil’s Guard’s shield, which can hold back rounds up to a .50 cal.

Right now, John Rheinicker was already in deep trouble for not following the Foreigner Law, but only got into more trouble with what was used. The United Dominion does have strange gun law, which anybody with the right amount of money can but a God heavy machine gun, but weapons that go boom are banned. If John Rheinicker survive this, he will be deep shit in the court.

John, choking thoroughly on the tear gas, heard the soldiers moving in the hall. He knew the laws of the land, and knew that he was in trouble. In all the tear gas, he had dropped his weapon. The gas was stinging his eyes, and that combined with his tears made it almost impossible for him to see. He abandoned the gun, and felt his way over to the door. All he could do now was wait for someone to open it, and wait for the explosion to send him on his way.

President Arnold nodded and said "I fully understood that, that's why I explained that it you would most likely see it as a bribe. I've been calm under worse situation's, some nutjob walked up to me and shot me in the stomach. You must remember, I've been in charge of the navy in my country, so thus I am quite tactical. I doubt any fascist nutjob's coming into power, though, as I understand it, there are Iranian's smuggling weapon's and men into the country, which I will stop with force! I believe I will succeed where my predecessor failed. Ah, good root beer!" He took a little sip, and said "My son is a squardron commander of a Mig.144 squadron back home. He's an ace, he's shot down 6 Mig-21's, during a short skirmish with the rebel's."

[OOC: Sorry, guys, this has taken so long. Don’t really have that much time to get online these days. Plus, most of the time, my mind is too tired to make a post. Anyways, I’m merging y’all in one post.]

The sound of a helicopter’s rotors as they cut through the air was all John could hear as the Little Bird flew in a circle formation. With the chocking tear gas filling his apartment, the four Death Dealers stopped and waited for the foreigner to exit the door. Non-lethal tazers guns were in the hands of two of the Death Dealers, ready to take John down as he exited.

Back at Castle Von Wolf, the Count eyed President Arnold for a few second before moving back towards the DNN live-feed at the apartment complex.

“Don’t think I’m rude in not looking at you, but that is more important to my nation. I need to make sure there isn’t a fuck up in it.” he said, his eyes locked on the view for a few second and looking back at Arnold.

“Now, as I have only wasted your time here, I have a really good feeling you would like to leave.” the Count said, a smile formed across his lips, his white fangs showing themselves. “But you didn’t throw a hissy fit after I didn’t take your NAP, so I’ll do something for you, Mister President.”

He lend forwards towards Arnold. “Your nation will get an ally, but another betrayal will cause something bad to happen. I have never gone back on my word before and will not be starting now. My soldiers will not touch your soldier unless it has been cleared by your government. The United Dominion isn’t a threat to you or your nation.” he said, ending with another smile. “We’re friendly people, if you get to know us.”

Meanwhile back at the apartment complex, something was going down as the power on John’s floor was cut off as the only beings on that floor were John, his wife, and four Death Dealers. Those Death Dealers flipped on their night vision within their helmet‘s HUDs. And something big was happening on the roof, that was the reason for the power being cut.

On the roof, a lone man was standing there. The DNN news copter’s camera man zoomed on the Death Dealer as he placed his helmet on. He had black hair, which was long enough for a ponytail, and a matching black goatee. His eyes, which didn’t get seen by the camera as the helmet stopped the view, were a light green in color.

The camera man zoomed back to see that this Death Dealer had a rope tied into some type of harness. What was this man going to do? Maybe he was nut in taking his job. The camera man searched to see what this rope was take around, but only go inside the roof top stair way and into the building. So he didn’t know what it was tied off to, but the Death Dealer’s life, it better be tied off.

The Death Dealer, which was ex-Dominion Armed Forces, make sure his weapon was in its hostler and couldn’t fall out. That would ready suck, if it happened. Anyways, he was give the order to move and he did so. Moving in his body armor, which had built in systems to aid in moving, the Death Dealer ran towards the edge of the roof and he jumped without thinking.

He grabbed the rope with his hands as he swung back towards the building, heading two floors down to the broken window of John’s apartment. The weight of his armor was safety held by the rope, which was designed to hold one ton cars, and add in his trip into John’s apartment.

Being as his weight aid in it, the Death Dealer’s trip wasn’t a long one as he goes flying through the windows and rolls to his legs. Drawing his shotgun, which as loaded with non-lethal rubber rounds, the Death Dealer rose up form the floor and flipped his infrared vision on. With the fact that the Death Dealer’s Little Bird and other news copters were making lots of noise, John shouldn’t know of the Death Dealer in his apartment.

The Death Dealer moved out to find John in the tear gas filled apartment, his shotgun at the ready.

Back at Castle Von Wolf, the Count laughed and said. “That was crazy and cool at the same time. I think I have myself a new Black Wolf.” He looked back at Arnold. “That’s good about your son, but don’t get me started on mine. It will not be good for your pride.” He smiled…

President Arnold laughed and said "It's okay, I take it you're proud of your son too, that's fine!, I hereby extend an invitation to you to come to my White House, and tour Southern Calizorinstan with me!, oh by the way, I wanted to buy some of your Blood Vodka, so that I could furnish you with your favorite drink. If you'd known what happened last month, you'd know I'm lucky to be here even! Some nutjob walked up to me and pressed a gun in my stomach, and shot me!, well luckily I survived. I don't mean to intrude on you, but now I look out, it's dark out, and even if it's morning, I checked the weather, and it's 1 mile visibility at home, quite foggy. I dare not fly home, because I am not qualified to fly in that type of weather, and if I did, I'd be inquired in to..."

President Arnold laughed and said "It's okay, I take it you're proud of your son too, that's fine!, I hereby extend an invitation to you to come to my White House, and tour Southern Calizorinstan with me!, oh by the way, I wanted to buy some of your Blood Vodka, so that I could furnish you with your favorite drink. If you'd known what happened last month, you'd know I'm lucky to be here even! Some nutjob walked up to me and pressed a gun in my stomach, and shot me!, well luckily I survived. I don't mean to intrude on you, but now I look out, it's dark out, and even if it's morning, I checked the weather, and it's 1 mile visibility at home, quite foggy. I dare not fly home, because I am not qualified to fly in that type of weather, and if I did, I'd be inquired in to..."

The Count spun around and looked out at the sun then spun back towards Arnold. “Ah…you were talking about your nation. You came on my Lear jet, so it will take you home.” he said. “Are you going to ask for anything in our nation alliance? Or do you only want embassy being changed at this current time?”

President Arnold said "Well, maybe some war game's could be in order, we believe that we should train, in order to co-operate better, if you'd accept that, here's a gift, I saved for you, it's a CP-11 pistol, made by Calizorinstan Arms, .45 ACP.." He handed the CP-11, which resembled a cross between a FN Five-Seven and a Colt 1911 to the count and said "This is a token of our friendship, and I hope you like it, it took a while to make and engrave with your name on it.."

[OOC: I was going to way for Kampfers to post, but I’ll post right now. Kampfers can post later.]

The Count took the CP-11 and studied it by looking at everything of the pistol. His eyes study the gift before continued with his talks. “War games can be hammered out at a later day as the United Dominion is going through some changes with part of our military branches.” started Jason, the pistols resting his hands as the magazine sat in front of him on his desk. “So…war games be done on a later day.”

“I’ll get Sir Daniels in touch your Foreign Minister to deal with the embassy change.” he adds at the end before popping the magazine back in.

Jack nodded and said "I respect that sir, and I will talk to him about it, thank you for your time, oh, hmmm..." He looked at his phone, and it was John, and Jack said "You let who out!, oh no!" Jack looked grim, and said to the Count "It seem's my son fooled around with a time machine, and he accidently let Voldemort out, and now he's wandering the street's, I must go home, and fix it... Thank you for letting me talk, now I have a clear consenince now."

“Very well, there will be a helicopter waiting for you at the front for a quick exit.” said the Count. “General Falke will escort you out to the copter.” With that, General Falke stepped in and showed President Arnold out of the office. As the door shut, the Count rolled his eyes and sighed. “Time machine? What the fuck are they into?” he said to himself.

General Falke lead him out the same way they traveled to the office. Soon, they were outside and looking at a black Robinson R44 Raven II helicopter (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robinson_R44), which bared the symbol of the Black Wolves on each side.

Opening the door, General Falke said “Best of luck on your trip home.” and offered his hand to President Arnold.

President Arnold shook General Falke's hand and said "Thank you General, I hope to be back here in the near future, after this troubling thing's at home will be sorted out..." He hopped in the R44, and prepared himself for the ride home...

President Arnold shook General Falke's hand and said "Thank you General, I hope to be back here in the near future, after this troubling thing's at home will be sorted out..." He hopped in the R44, and prepared himself for the ride home...

General Falke shut the door and walked off as the R44 entered the air, heading towards the airbase. The trip was a short one for the helicopter, so President Arnold would be on the Flying Monkey soon. President Arnold was lead to the Lear jet and everything was cleared for take of. The Calizorinstan President was soon heading home.

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About five hours after the Calizorinstan President had left to go home, an updated version of the Foreigner Law was cleared by the United Senate before posted for the United Dominion and the world to see. Even in the darkness, the United Dominion had gained another ally. A former Commonwealth state, which is still being watched for their past actions.

Foreigner Law

This law has came to life because the behavior outside of the United Dominion of world leaders and normal people alike. For the safety of the United Dominion and her people, this law will ban all foreigners within her lands. There are special cases for foreigners, which will be listed below.

1) People from the allied nations, which will be listed at the end, are allowed within the United Dominion. They will be allowed in their embassies grounds and every place a civilian can go, which isn‘t in or near a Dominion military base or power plants. Current Dominion Allies: Jenrak, Findan, Xharn, Ceyolia, Wilhelmsborough, Otagia, Calizorinstan, DMG and Deserted Territories

2) Foreigners that are stationed in the only two foreign bases in the United Dominion; the Italian Navy Base of Findan and the Wilhelm base in Germany. This service men and women are allowed to leave their bases, but will have to follow Dominion law.

3) Foreigners within the United Dominion Foreign Legion will be allowed in the United Dominion. Any one signing up after this law has been passed will have write a message to General Bruccius and his command staff about joining the UDFL. Background checks will be ran on all whom send in letters to join.

4) Those not born within the United Dominion, but have became citizens of the United Dominion, will be allowed in the United Dominion. All that have became Dominionites the legal way may stay in their new home, but those found to be here illegal will be offered two options; to be deported back to wherever they came from or make themselves Dominionites the legal way.

Passed by the Emperor of the United Dominion; Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
Passed by the United Senate; Lead by Chairman Bennet du Paris
Cleared by the Secretary of Diplomacy; Sir Mason Daniels

http://www.philmac.demon.co.uk/images/PrussEagle.jpg

*Great Seal of the New Prussian Empire*

The New Prussian Empire has always had very close ties to the Dominion, from our time spent as a protectorate nation within the Commonwealth, and now into our time independent, we have always felt the Dominion to be a "Big Brother" nation of sorts. We hope for this to continue well into the future.


As such, we wish to make it official, that the New Prussian Empire and the Dominion of Transylvania come together with a Military, Economic, and Political Alliance which will better both of our two great nations, as well as our expansive Empires.


~Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire

OOC: I dont know why I need to reply. My dude is still just sitting there.

Bump so Trans can see I posted...

OOC: I don’t know why I need to reply. My dude is still just sitting there.

[OOC: True. But you never told the location of his wife. Anyways, I‘ll move on.]

The Death Dealer moved towards a large heat source, which looked like it was the door leading into the hallway of the floor. Shotgun at the ready, the Death Dealer moved as quiet as he could through the cloud of gas. He hope that John was the large heat source, but his wife would work at the same time.

Then he stopped as foot touched something on the floor. He lowered himself to see what it was. Running his open hand over it, the Death dealer, which was an ex-soldier, to find out that it was the shape of a FN SCAR-H rifle. He quickly picked the weapon up, but didn’t leave fingerprints on it as he was in Transylvanian body armor that cover every inch of his body. Anyways, he clicked the rifle on a open clip, which hung on the shotgun’s hostler, and moved on.

Nearing John’s location, the Death Dealer hope there was enough gas in the air to keep him hidden, but he would did with before he was seen.

“You’re under arrest!” yelled the Death Dealer, his helmet creating the robot sounding voice. His shotgun aimed at John, he moved on with the police speech. “Don’t move until order to do so. Don’t cause your life to end because of one move.”

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TO: Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, His Royal Badass

Chris, my boy, it’s has been a long time form the last I heard from you. I hope you’re treating Vanessa fairly. She is too beautiful to be mistreated. Anyways, enough small talk from my old bones, let’s get down to the dirty stuff.

A Military, Political Alliance with the New Prussian Empire, sounds nice to me and I know it will with the rest of the United Senate. Your nation is trusted by my people. Anyways, an Economic alliance would work as I don’t there is anything the United Dominion need in trade. So…a Military, Political Alliance will work nicely. Let’s work out what each sides wants before we hand it over to somebody else to hammer out the details. It will give Sir Daniels something to do.

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies

John looked around for the voice. Suddenly, he discerned the mans shape through the fog of gas. His wife, who had been hiding in the restroom, opened the door at the voice. She also saw the Death Dealer, and screamed. Turning around, she moved to open the window behind her.

The HUD of the Death Dealer’s helmet registered John’s wife movement of the bathroom’s door being open. The scream helped out, too. The wife was alive, but his target was John. The Death Dealer was focused on John in front of him, but somewhat pinpointed where the wife was at. In the bathroom, which didn’t have a window. The Death Dealer had study the apartment layout (http://www.mcgregorlinks.com/villageapt/aptbprint.GIF) on the drive there.

“John Rheinicker, you will lay flat on the floor in front of you. You’ll place your hands behind your back.” said the Death Dealer. “Any other movement other then what I just said, you’ll be shot. Understand, Mister Rheinicker?”

“Betty, I would like you to stay in the bathroom as I’m not hear to harm you or your husband unless he doesn’t follow my command.” said the Death Dealer loud enough for her to hear, but stay focused on John. “Everybody is unharmed, so let’s keep that way. Okay?”

OOC: Shit, forgot about that layout!

IC: Finding there was no window behind her, Betty slammed the door shut. She would wait until it was over. John was struck by paranoia. He didnt have the courage to open the door, and he was too obstinant to surrender. So he remained how he was. If the death dealer moved, however, he would rush to the door.

[OOC: *Smiles*]

The Death Dealer smiled beneath his helmet at what John was doing. “Fine be that way then.” said the Death Dealer. “Your husband is a fool for not doing at told, Mrs. Rheinicker.” That last part was louder for her to hear it.

The sound of the shotgun filled the air as it is better to deal with a hurting person then one that could move. The Death Dealer aimed at the stomach region of John as the rubber rounds wouldn’t cause lost of life. It would feel like a high power paintball round hitting you. It would feel that good for John.

Before the Death Dealer moved a single step, the fired two more rounds at John. Both heading towards the legs. The Death Dealer wouldn’t move until John was on the floor. Using the time after the rounds hit, the death Dealer pointed towards the living room’s window and shot it out.

“Clear the air. It’s hard to see in here.” he said into the radio to the commander.

A few seconds later, the Little Bird got as close to the building and started to funnel the gas out of the apartment. The gas was clearing out and the Death Dealer changed to normal view on his helmet with a small movement. He focused on John as two more Death Dealer dropped in from the roof, but they didn’t go through the window. They landed on the balcony and checked to see if the balcony’s door was rigged with bombs, which was easy to see as it was a glass door.

John collapsed. As he was falling, he reached out and grabbed the door handle. The claymore rigged to the door went off with destructive results. John drew his final breath. His wife didn't hear the explosion from the sound of the nearby helicopter.

OOC: Balcony door is rigged too.

The Death Dealer didn’t see the claymore until it was too late, but he wasn't too close to John or the door as he only stepped into the living room. He was thrown into the small hallway and lands in the bedroom that had the balcony door was in.

“It’s rigged, too. Get those two off of the balcony.” the Death Dealer on the radio as he was getting up. Standing all of the way up, he looked back around at the living room. “This guy was nut. He’s going to Hell for killing himself.”

“We need a clean up crew and a bomb crew here as soon as possible, boss.” said the Death Dealer in his radio as he was spinning back to face the bathroom. He only looked at door as the tear gas was cleared from the apartment.

As the helicopter moved away and the crew started moving towards the apartment, the Death Dealer stare at the bathroom door. “Mrs. Rheinicker, your husband triggered one of his bombs and killed himself. We only want to kill anybody that want him out of this nation.” he said. “We didn’t want any harm to come to you or your husband. I order you to open this door or I’ll be forced to kick it down.”

[OOC: True. But you never told the location of his wife. Anyways, I‘ll move on.]

The Death Dealer moved towards a large heat source, which looked like it was the door leading into the hallway of the floor. Shotgun at the ready, the Death Dealer moved as quiet as he could through the cloud of gas. He hope that John was the large heat source, but his wife would work at the same time.

Then he stopped as foot touched something on the floor. He lowered himself to see what it was. Running his open hand over it, the Death dealer, which was an ex-soldier, to find out that it was the shape of a FN SCAR-H rifle. He quickly picked the weapon up, but didn’t leave fingerprints on it as he was in Transylvanian body armor that cover every inch of his body. Anyways, he clicked the rifle on a open clip, which hung on the shotgun’s hostler, and moved on.

Nearing John’s location, the Death Dealer hope there was enough gas in the air to keep him hidden, but he would did with before he was seen.

“You’re under arrest!” yelled the Death Dealer, his helmet creating the robot sounding voice. His shotgun aimed at John, he moved on with the police speech. “Don’t move until order to do so. Don’t cause your life to end because of one move.”

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TO: Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, His Royal Badass

Chris, my boy, it’s has been a long time form the last I heard from you. I hope you’re treating Vanessa fairly. She is too beautiful to be mistreated. Anyways, enough small talk form y old bones, let’s get down to the dirty stuff.

A Military, Political Alliance with the New Prussian Empire, sounds nice to me and I know it will with the rest of the United Senate. Your nation is trusted by my people. Anyways, an Economic alliance would work as I don’t there is anything the United Dominion need in trade. So…a Military, Political Alliance will work nicely. That’s work out what each sides wants before we hand it over to somebody else to hammer out the details. It will give Sir Daniels something to do.

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies


Baker responded,

"Treating Vanessa quite well, as would be expected of me, and as would be expected of any man to treat his wife. Also, we are all most pleased by this acceptance. We look forward to continuing our already outstanding relations with you.

~Chris

Baker responded,

"Treating Vanessa quite well, as would be expected of me, and as would be expected of any man to treat his wife. Also, we are all most pleased by this acceptance. We look forward to continuing our already outstanding relations with you.

~Chris

TO: Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, His Royal Badass

That’s good to hear, Emperor Baker. Let’s hammer some things out before our foreign minister people get their hands on it. Those foreign ministers can make what ever it agreed between look good in the public. Anyways, other then an embassy, do you want a military base within the United Dominion. I can made that happen, you know.

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies

The missus complied. She was to scared to do anything else. She was sobbing uncontrollably.

The Death Dealer wasn’t heartless, so seeing her in that state did made him sad and anger at the same time. He, like most of the others in this operation, thought that she didn’t have anything to do with any of this and was forced by her husband to not leave. Holstering his shotgun on his back, the Death Dealer stepped into the bathroom.

“I’m going to get you our of here, so you can be checked on by medics. Staying in the tear gas could have harmed you, but from what I can see now, you had no way to escaped because of your husband’s traps.” said the Death Dealer. “But I don’t want you to see the mayhem in the living room, it isn’t a good sight to look at. So, you should close your eyes tightly and never open them or allow him to carry you out of here with my hand over your eyes.”

The Death Dealer waited…

Betty closed her eyes and extended her hand. She was scared, and sad, and yet angry. Most of all, she was confused.

The Death Dealer took her hand and lead her out of the bathroom, keeping an eye on eyes as they walked. He paused in the hallway of the apartment to pick her up in his arms. She would feel the coldness of his body armor, now. The Death Dealer was like a heartless machine in his armor.

“I’m going to move fast, but safety through the living room.” he said, placing a hand over her eyes.

The Death Dealer moved through living room, stepping around part of John’s body that were left and debris in the room. There was nothing but quietness in the air as the death Dealer walked trough the battlefield of a living room.

Finally making outside of the apartment, the Death Dealer walked about four doors and placed her back on her own feet. She still held onto her hand.

“You may open your eyes, now.” said the Death Dealer as two normal police officers waited next to him. “You’ll been taken to see the medics downstairs before being taken to the station for questioning. I don’t know what will happen from there.”

The Death Dealer took her hand and lead her out of the bathroom, keeping an eye on eyes as they walked. He paused in the hallway of the apartment to pick her up in his arms. She would feel the coldness of his body armor, now. The Death Dealer was like a heartless machine in his armor.

“I’m going to move fast, but safety through the living room.” he said, placing a hand over her eyes.

The Death Dealer moved through living room, stepping around part of John’s body that were left and debris in the room. There was nothing but quietness in the air as the death Dealer walked trough the battlefield of a living room.

Finally making outside of the apartment, the Death Dealer walked about four doors and placed her back on her own feet. She still held onto her hand.

“You may open your eyes, now.” said the Death Dealer as two normal police officers waited next to him. “You’ll been taken to see the medics downstairs before being taken to the station for questioning. I don’t know what will happen from there.”

Betty followed him outside. There was nothing else for him to do. She was now worried about what might happen once she was in the police's hands. "Pease don't let them do anything to me." She begged of the death dealer.

OOC: If I am a member of the NPE alliance, how is your standing to us? Since apparently you are allied to the NPE of TPF and Wandy.

Betty followed him outside. There was nothing else for him to do. She was now worried about what might happen once she was in the police's hands. "Pease don't let them do anything to me." She begged of the death dealer.

OOC: If I am a member of the NPE alliance, how is your standing to us? Since apparently you are allied to the NPE of TPF and Wandy.

“We’re not monster, so nothing will happen to you.” said the Death Dealer, his face hidden been his helmet. The Death Dealer followed the two normal police officers downstairs, holding Betty’s hand as they walked. He stayed with her as she could sense that she worried about something. Hell, he was worried about what could happen to the United Dominion after Kampfers’ leader finds out that John is dead.

Finally, the four made it to the main lobby, where a team of medics waited. As the medic checked out Betty, the Death Dealer handed John’s assault rifle over to another Death Dealer. Walking back over to where the medic was checking on her, the Death Dealer took his helmet off to show her that he was human and not a robot.

“Miss Rheinicker, I’m sorry for your loss.” he said, looking down at her, his voice sounding more human then robot. “My name’s Niko Dante Alvarez, Death Dealer Sergeant.”

[OOC: I’m sorry that I’m role-playing her moving down stairs, but I’m just rushing through then having to wait for you to post. Really, I’m allied with Wandy and C’stan. But our stands with the rest is neutral. As long as a member doesn‘t attack one of my allies, the NPE will be safe.]

OOC: Its fine, this RP was kinda dragging on anyways. I'll rp one more time as her, then you can take her away. Also, about my leaders response, make a press release, and then I will make a response for him. So far he is in the dark on what happened.

"Call me Betty." Betty was sad, but at least happy the death dealer had treated her like a human being with feelings. "I understand. You did what you were told too, and my husband did what he felt neccessary. Nothing can make me stop loving him, even if what he did was foolish." A tear rolled down her face at the memory of her husband. "I do miss him, even so soon..." Her vouce trailed off.

“Well, Betty, I’ve been assigned to escort you to the station after the medic give the okay about your health.” said Sergeant Alvarez, holding his helmet under his left arm. “I know why your husband wanted to stay in the United Dominion, but I still don’t know why he didn’t became a Dominionite.”

After the medics gave the okay, Sergeant Alvarez placed his helmet on and looked at her. “Time to go to the station, Betty.” he said, trying to sound as friendly as he could through his helmet.

Walking her to a waiting police car, he opened the back door as other Death Dealers and police officers made sure the crowd was behaving themselves. After she entered, Sergeant Alvarez hopped into the passenger seat and off they went to the station.

As the car moved down the road, it was followed by more police cars and even a Death Dealer van.

Taking his helmet off, Sergeant Alvarez looked back at her and said “I have question that you don’t have to answer if you want to. After coming to the United Dominion, why didn’t you and your husband fill out the forms to become Dominionites?”

[OOC: It’s okay, I'm like role-playing with you. There aren’t many role-playing that I’m in lately, mostly five.]

OOC: Thanks, personallyI don't think I've done that good a job in this thread... I like my latest post better... The one for the QC NATO war...

IC:

Betty took a deep breath. "Well, under Kampferian law, we couldn't. In Kampfers, you are not allowed to hold dual citizenship except in nations that they have very close ties to such as Wagdog, Vetaka, or Honako. My husband was fiercel loyal to our original nation, as he fought in the Kampferian Army, and would not give up his citizenship."

[OOC: The reason behind it is because you’re limited in what you can post as this isn’t your nation. See where I’m going?]

“I can understand that. Some nations allowed their people to hold dual citizenship like the United
Dominion.” said Sergeant Alvarez. “I still can’t see why anybody would come to another nation to live, but not become a citizen of that nation. There has to be a reason for people to come, maybe escaping a nation that doesn’t allow freedoms or some other reason. Anyways, thanks for answering my question.”

The convey of police cars moved into downtown and straight to the police station. The cars moved into the underground garage and stopped in front of a doorway. Sergeant Alvarez got out and opened the door for Betty. “Betty, I’m going to lead to a holding room, where you’ll be asked a first questions.” said Sergeant Alvarez.

After she got out, the Death Dealer lead her through the dull gray hallways of the police station and to the holding. As she was lead into the room, she would see that there was a metal table and chairs in the center. On one wall was a large mirror, which was a two-way mirror. ON the table was glass of water and a ham sandwich.

“I’m going to leave, but I’ll return later. I need to turn in my weapons and my body armor.” said Sergeant Alvarez. “There is a glass of water and a sandwich, if you want them.” With that the death dealer moved out the room and the clicking of the door being locked was heard throughout the room. Two normal police officers were stationed on each side of the door, but she didn’t know that as they weren’t in the room.

About five hours later, Sergeant Alvarez arrived back to walk into the room. He was wearing a short sleeve blue shirt with white lettering about his position as a Death dealer and black cargo type pants. He wasn’t by himself though, a man (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Singleton.jpg) wearing a suit that somebody would think he was rich person or a government agent walked in with the Sergeant.

“Betty, this is Agent Singleton of the Crimson Fists.” said Sergeant Alvarez. “He is going to ask you a few questions.”

“Thank you, Sergeant Alvarez.” said Agent Singleton taking a seat. He looked at Betty and said “No harm with come to you and Sergeant Alvarez will stay in here as he is still your escort. Are you ready to get started?”

[OOC: I’m going to ask a few questions from her then move on the other stuff like Sir Daniels telling your leader and the world about John and etc.]

OOC: Yeah, I understand. Your link doesn't work for your picture, fyi...

IC:

Betty had finished the water and wanted some more. Best to be polite. "Sure, I am ready, but may I have some more water please?" She surveyed her surroundings. An interrogation room. Wow... She thought to herself...

[OOC: Because I forget to add the file name in it. LOL]

“Yes, you may.” said Agent Singleton. Sergeant Alvarez was handed a pitcher of glass from the door and walked over to the table. He poured her another glass and placed the pitcher on the table. Sergeant Alvarez moved back by the door and watched quietly.

“Okay…let’s start this.” said Agent Singleton, taking a note pad form his jacket’s pocket. He placed on the table and pulled over to Betty. He rolled a pencil over towards her. “The first page has questions on it as you can see. Answer them as best as you can.”

The questions were divided between easy and hard ones. Easy ones like her full name, her age, and other thing. Hard ones like ‘Where did John get the claymore and other bombs at?’, ‘Did you have a thing to do with John’s standoff?’ and ‘Do you what John’s remain to be buried or cremated?’. The last one would be hard for anybody to answer, but it had to be answered.

She wrote down the answers to the easy questions first. When asked about the bomb, she truthfully said that she did not know, however that she thought he it was possible they were remnants of his time in the military and he had stolen them then. It was also possible he got them on the black market.

She then answered that she had nothing to do with the standoff and had attempted to dissuade him from doing such. However, with the doors and windows rigged, there was no escape for her when he decided to go through with it.

Finally she took a second to ponder the last question. She began to write her answer. John should be buried. His father was buried in one of the Kampferian National Cemetaries for veterans, and John had a plot reserved next to him. Betty was of the belief that he should be cremated, but she would oblige his wish.

“Thank you.” said the agent, looking over the answers of his question. He choice the notepad way because she wasn’t a real threat to the United Dominion. She wasn’t a terrorist and from the looks of it, she was forced into this problem.

“Okay, we’ll prepare your husband’s remains to be shipped to Kampfers.” said Agent Singleton, standing up. “And I’ll like a prick, but there is some good news. Because you answered my question truthfully or I hope you did, you’ll not be banned from entering the United Dominion when the Foreigner Law is over.”

“On behalf of my nation, I’m sorry for your loss.” said the agent in friendly tone. “After everything at your apartment has been looked at, you’ll have one last time to get what you want to take back to Kampfers. Sergeant Alvarez will go with you when that happens.”

With that, the agent didn’t wait for an answer of anything. He left the room, leaving the Death Dealer Sergeant and Betty ‘alone’. “A long day, which didn’t end for anybody like it should.” he said, taking a seat. ”It will that them four or more hours for the teams to get their jobs done, then we’ll head there to whatever you want to take back to Kampfers.”

[OOC: I’m going to make the government stuff in the next post.]

"OK" Betty said, wiping a tear away from her eyes, as the Death Dealers comments had brought back memories of her husband.

OOC: I'm ready for your governments message... BTW, whats your governments stance on the QC vs. AMF war?

For five hours, the Death Dealer Sergeant tried to take her mind from what happened, but it would be hard to do that. Finally, it was cleared to take her and get whatever she wanted to take with her back to Kampfers. Taking a police car, Sergeant Alvarez and Betty drove back to the apartment complex. The Death Dealer Sergeant lead her back to her apartment, which was many a place that happy times with her husband happened. As they arrived at the floor, the yellow police tape was blocking anybody form moving down the hallway. There were a number of normal police officers on the floor

Stepping under the police tape, the Death Dealer Sergeant lead her down the hallway and into her former apartment. John’s remains had been removed, but the blood was on the floor, which had been covered by a tarp. Most of the debris caused by claymore had been cleared out, too.

“Boys, let’s give the lady some time.” said Sergeant Alvarez. The other officers moved out of the apartment. “Betty, get whatever you can carry with you. Anything big could be shipped to you.”

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It was time for the world to know the outcome of the Kampferian standoff in the United Dominion. The last thing that was shown on DNN was that bomb had gone off. Sir Daniels wrote a short message to the Kampferian leader, which told him that John died, but not by the hands of a Dominionite and to check out DNN for more infomation.

At a press conference in the capital, which was held in the entrance of Sir Daniels’ office. After everything was set up, the young man walked into the view of the cameras. He took a deep breath before he started.

“People of the United Dominion and the world, I bring you all the sad news from the Kampferian standoff in the United Dominion. John Rheinicker, a former Kampferian soldiers, died when he triggered a claymore rigged to his front door. No other deaths were caused as the mine exploded.” said Mason. He paused for a few seconds. “His wife, Betty, is in good health, but shaken by the death of her husband. John’s body will be flow back to Kampfers to be buried wherever his widow wants to bury him.”

He paused again as this was first time he had ever done this. “I would like to say sorry to Mrs. Rheinicker and the people of Kampfers about the loss of John. I hope that because John’s death was his own doing that the Kampferian leaderships, along with the Kampferian people, don’t call for war over this.” said Mason. “That is all, no questions.” With that, Sir Daniels left the press conference and heads back to his office. John’s death was now known to the world.

[OOC: My government’s stance is this ‘It isn’t their fight, so they don’t care.’ OOCly, I don’t want to be in it as I don’t have the time and the two main targets, I don’t like them OOCly. So…the best thing for me to do is not get involved.]

OOC: If I called for war I'd be retarded. I'd lose standing in my allies eye, plus you would crush me... About the QC vs AMF war, the only reason I am entering in it is cause I want to get a foothold when the NS elitests get together and decide who should be allowed in a war the next time.

IC:

Kampferian Press Release

After monitoring the situation, we commend the actions taken by the United Dominion. Distant as our relations may be, we wish them not to be injured y this act. John Rheinicker will be remembered in Kampfers for his deeds in Kampfers, rather than ths isolated incident. We wish that his death could have been avoided, but as such wasn't we do not blmae those in the United Dominion. We will confer about changing our citizenship laws to allow citizens to hold dual citizenship in other nations when that nation requires citizenship to live there. As much as we grieve with the wife of the deceased, we must move on and look ahead in this ever-more-dangerous world.

[OOC: I’m a peaceful guy most of the time, so as long as it doesn’t involved the United Dominion, I’m not part of it. Good luck.]

Maybe twenty four hours later, Betty was taken to the local airport and was given a ticket for the next flight to Kampfers. John would be riding on the flight in the cargo hold in a large black box with his widow under in the passenger area. The ticket was a first class one because of her loss. It showed that the United Dominion wasn’t full of heartless monsters. Whatever she tagged in the apartment that was big would be shipped a few days later.

As the plane entered the air, the United Dominion was one less foreigner and two in some ways.

TO: Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, His Royal Badass

That’s good to hear, Emperor Baker. Let’s hammer some things out before our foreign minister people get their hands on it. Those foreign ministers can make what ever it agreed between look good in the public. Anyways, other then an embassy, do you want a military base within the United Dominion. I can made that happen, you know.

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies


The idea for a military base is a good one, and the same offer is extended to you. I believe a medium sized airfield and a barracks for a small unit of Infantry is all that would be necessary. As for your base, have as much as you wish.

Oh, and I am digging the title, your Royal Badass. Very catchy.

~Chris

TO: Emperor Christoph Baker of the New Prussian Empire
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus, His Royal Badass

There is some land that would be good for a foreign base. I hope your men don’t hate the sun as these land is Lebanon. The land is located on the coastal areas, where winters are generally cool and rainy whilst summers are hot and humid. The land is located in the middle of Tyre, Lebanon and Sidon, Lebanon. That should be good for a medium sized airfield and a barracks, along with a small port.

Sidon is home to 54th Flame Swordsmen, an United Dominion Foreign Legion branch. That as for your information as your base will be close to another base. Your base will be located 12.5 miles to each cities.

The base will be classified as your soils, but I would like those within and those whom leave from it to follow the laws of the United Dominion.

Now about what I would like in your nation, I would like a medium sized naval bases that could take care of a two hundred plus ship fleet. Not saying that I would station that many, but the United Dominion does have fleets that mostly stay out for most of the years. We’ll use this base to supply those fleets ever blue moon. Plus, I’ll station about fifty boats there. Maybe ten Karel Doorman class general purpose frigates and the rest being Cyclone class patrol coastal boats.

Anyways, how does that sound?

I’m digging my title, too.

Signed,
HRB Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshal of the Black Sea
The Co-Regional Governor of Romania
The Count of Transylvania
The CEO and Owner of Timber Wolf Incorporated and it sub-companies

[OOC:I don’t know whom I allied with as you and TPF run the New Prussian Empire. I’m allied to you only?]