NationStates Jolt Archive

Euphova, Mephras

The chief ministers huddled in a small room within the central administration buildings. Sweat beads dripped down their faces, and many were shaking. Soldiers had just breached the gates of the building, and would find them within a few minutes.

"Wha...What should w..we do?" stammered the Minister of Public Affairs "h..how can we stop them now?"

"It's too late now, we should give up, no violence, we needn't cause any more senseless death." Replied the Prime Minister

"Inconceivable!" screamed the Foreign Minister, "this is unlawful and undemocratic, we are the legitimate people's government!"

"And yet we face widespread protests and anarchy, and soldiers are right now on their way to remove us!" The Prime Minister shot back.

They were interrupted as the door burst open and twenty Mephrasian soldiers ran into the room. "FREEZE!" They shouted

"We surrender, no bloodshed please." Calmly said the Prime Minister.

At that, the Foreign Minister stood up. "I will never surrender to this corrupt coup, You will pay.." “BANG” a single shot was fired, and the minister breathed his last. With that, a beautiful young lady, only 24, walked into the room. She wore a colorful tee shirt, with a suede jacket, a black miniskirt over a pair of white fishnet stockings, and white go-go boots.

"Anyone else wishing to voice dissent?" She stared coldly at the ministers "No? I didn't think so. Take them away." With that the ministers were removed to black vans, to be taken far away from the capital. The young lady, along with four of the soldiers, moved quickly to the next stage of their plan.

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It all began two weeks ago, when poor economic data along with a slew of corruption charges rocked the democratic government of Mephras. People took to the streets demanding change and reform. The protests were relatively mild...until someone stepped in.

Mei Mian was the biggest thing in Mephras, and she had been for years. Coming onto the music scene at the age of 17, her first album went multi-platinum within a week, and won her boatloads of young fans. Her next few albums were met with equal enthusiasm throughout the nation, among young and old alike. She next moved in the acting world, having lead roles in various films. Her heartfelt performances gained her even more fans. As she continued to release albums and act in movies, she increased her shock value and fan base throughout the nation. Her first tell-all book flew off the shelves, only to be surpassed by her shocking erotic coffee table book. Half of Mephras had purchased the book, and the other half had browsed through their neighbor's copy. She was the darling of both the media and the people, who lovingly referred to her as "The Wild Sweetheart."

Pop stars generally didn't get involved with political affairs, yet this had all changed with the well-timed release of Mei Mian's latest single, "Revolution." In her gentle soothing voice, she urged the people towards change, violent if necessary. The song took off, playing on some radio stations almost nonstop. The large youth population took to her message, and rioting dramatically increased, with Mei Mian at the head of a movement towards change. In another development, Mei Mian gained strong support in the military, most likely for her many tours "entertaining the troops." What began as a call for reform was now a full fledged revolution, with an ambitious pop star at the head. In two weeks time, clashes had resulted in the death of approximately a million people nationwide.

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Now, with most of the former government toppled or having fled the country, the people needed a new government, and Mei Mian was ready to take her place.

Mei Mian walked out onto the stage set up in Foundation Square, in the center of Euphova. Surrounded by Marines and accompanied by her new model boyfriend, she gazed out onto the crowd. Nearly half a million people had crammed themselves into the square to hear their idol speak. Reporters from various news agencies also scattered themselves among the crowd, interested in what would be said. Many waved banners with lyrics from her songs, others held posters of her face. She could see tears streaming down the faces of some in the front. The crowd roared with approval as they saw her prepare to speak. The crowd continued for three minutes until Mei Mian was finally able to begin.

"My friends, my brothers and sisters, children of Mephras," she slowly began. "We have made it! Today, change begins. Too long has Mephras suffered under do-nothing governments, corrupt ‘democratic’ fools who steal from the people, tricking them into slavery. Too long has our country languished as backwater, a joke on the world stage. We are not a joke, but rather a sleeping giant, and today, we awaken, and take our rightful place among the nations of the world!"

Right on cue, the head general of the Mephrasian military, accompanied by three intentionally chosen "commoners," walked over to Mei Mian, bowed, and presented a simple golden laurel shaped crown. As rehearsed, Mei Mian forced a look of surprise, and refused politely. Next, a few placed spectators began chanting "OUR EMPRESS...OUR EMPRESS." Within seconds the entire square was shouting as well. She refused again, looked lovingly at the people, and then reached for the crown, and timidly placed it on her head. The crowd roared in approval. She smiled with self satisfaction. Her plan had worked. The pop idol had become an empress.

OOC: this is a very original idea, and one that I quite like.


"A new pop craze is sweeping the nation of Mephras, Prime Minister," stated the briefer, "Sweeping it of dissent, at least." The adviser (a specialist on the region) handed over a more detailed file.

The Honourable Jean-Luc Marchand gave the young man a long, cold look after reading through it. "Up all night thinking of that one, Hector? Should have slept, I'd say"

"At least I tried, sir," he shrugged.


The line wouldn't have cheered François Leduc, a Cantonais citizen in Euphova for a business deal. The poor economic data (and resulting losses in currency value) were excellent news for those hoping to import from Mephras. Such as Leducs firm, for instance.

There he was, harmlessly hoping to take advantage of another nations misfortune, and a damn coup d'état happened. When he'd seen the streets filling up, François had fled like a madman to his hotel room. As an experienced envoy, he was used to dealing with basket-case countries.

He knew that the first few days of a new government were the most telling. His hotel was only too happy to take his (foreign) currency for another few days in his room. A chubby, middle-aged man who was clearly affluent had no place out on the street until he was satisfied that law and order had been established.

Who knew? He'd call his superiors and ask if they wanted him to hang around-new governments tend to have many needs.

It was in the middile of a typical Alfegan afternoon: sheets of rain pouring down outside the window of his office, collecting in the rainwater cistern on the perimeter of the dome-shaped building. The president was reading a report on the "Mephras Coup", out loud to the minister of Secrets.

"As you can see, there is absolutely no way we can really be involved: their people want an empress. But an empress means a loss of trade for Mephras, and a loss of trade for us. It also sticks us in an interesting situation: if they invade, they are stronger and larger than us."

"That is why I am suggesting we let one of the projects do the deed: destabilise their government, and then while there is anarchy, install our own person as an electee or a new monarch."

"That will work. But you said that project rai failed, and nearly resulted in destruction of the capital."

"No, Al'liro: there are 9 other projects down there. Project 28 failed: I don't think that Project19, the Spectare project, will fail."

"Give it a go: if not, we can always use other methods..."

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A small boat came bumping into the beach near Mephras. Here, 2 men got off, hid the boat, and began moving towards the capital. They needed to find the Empress, and finish her off in the most natural ways possible.

Each one carried an AF-07P: deisgned for the paratroopers, it had a higer rate of fire that the normal AF-07 and a larger calibre. Underslung was a special munitions launcher.

Each man carried a magazine of special rubber bullets: they would shoot her in the herat with one, and cause a heart attack, without any sign of them being involved.

Each man also carried a case of tablets: X-14 hallucinogens, specially proquired from the AUM on one of their drug seizes. This would be the best payment available for this country.

"Revolution in Mephras..." Consul Sviridov lay his copy of The Financier down on the ebony endtable next to his chair, pausing to turn on the TV. Some financial report or another was on; it was 4:05 PM, and the stock markets had just closed several minutes before.

Pulling his cell phone out of an inner pocket on his suit jacket, he dialed the Ministry of State and turned to stare out of the window at the skyline of Vetalia City, which gleamed in the hazy light of late afternoon. The phone rang twice before a gravelly voice answered on the other end.

Although he hated bringing up matters of state on Friday evenings, he realized he had little choice in the matter.

"Alabayev here. What do you want, Consul?"
"I take it you're aware of the situation in Mephras, right?"
"Of course. It's rather amusing, actually..."
"Yes, but it's also an incredible opportunity. Our companies could make a fortune off of her government, especially if we get there early."
"That's why I was wondering if we were going to be sending-"
"You and Consul Ordunov are being sent there on Tuesday."
"So soon? I don't know if I'll be able to cancel all of my engagements by then..."
"I'll take care of them, Consul. I'd been meaning to tell you this before you left the office, but I saw you milling about near the elevators and I knew you'd be leaving early."
"Well, it is a Friday..."
"I understand. I wouldn't be here either if it weren't for all this damn budget paperwork for our embassies."
"Yeah, I know what you mean...I had to prepare the reports you're reading."
"Really? Then I'll make sure to check them over twice."
"Yeah, yeah...well, listen, I've got to get going. My wife will be home soon."
"Ah, yes, that is important. Enjoy your weekend and we will discuss this more on Monday."
"Of course."

Sviridov closed his cell phone and sat down, wondering just how he would explain to his wife his sudden trip to visit the pop-star empress of another country...

It seemed that nearly every day reports arrived of a coup or a revolution in some faraway land. But for Francois Kevorkian, Secretary General of the General Secretariat of the Unitary Technocracy, as he watched the TV pictures of events occurring in the Mephrasian capital of Euphova a foreboding feeling washed over him as Mei Mian was crowned empress.

Over the course of a couple of months the 'backyard' had become increasingly crowded. With the Alestran War dragging on and the first few street protests pro and anti the sides in the latest Kansiovian-Prochynan civil war the directorates and secretariats had plenty on their plate already. There was a sense of growing instability in Nova. Within minutes of placing their own special forces on alert in case of being needed in Prochyna, new intel reports arrived of Damiren mobilizations.

"What are you thinking?" asked Deputy Director General Richard Robertson, who had originally alerted Kevorkian of the live TV pictures and now sat beside him in the Secretary General's office.

"I think things can't be allowed to spiral out of control," Kevorkian told him in a graven tone. "Naturally, we will congratulate..." the man said, pausing a moment as he struggled to say the words, "The Empress on her accession to the throne, and of course our continiuing support to the Mephras people."

Robertson arched an eyebrow as he watched the grim features of his leader.

"And an invitation to this Mei Mian, and the other leaders in Nova , to hold a regional conference to discuss our common economic and security interests. This may also provide an ideal opportunity to bang some heads together over Alestra and Prochyna."

"I would propose Harmony City as the host," Robertson suggested, "There's no appreciable Prochynan community that may cause protests, and it is far away from any other possible trouble,"

"Very well," Kevornian agreed, before adding, "There is a lot at risk here, Richard."

"I know," the younger man said, before leaving to set the diplomatic wheels in motion.

OOC: Consider the invitations sent.

It had been a late night, with very little sleep, yet the morning sun was already upon Mephras. "BEEP...BEEP...BEEP" Mei Mian looked grudginly at the clock. 6:00, time to get ready. She slowly peeled back the covers, nudged her boyfriend, and went to get ready. 3 hours of shower, hair, nails, makeup, outfit, later, She stepped into the dining room. She had recently taken up residence in the old imperial palace. It was cluttered and unkempt after years of disuse, but a few rooms had been cleared for habitation.

She was greeted by the somewhat distraught faces of her new cabinet. Some were completely new to the political game, others were collaborators from the previous government, a significant portion were military men, newly appointed to political office. She was of course, flanked by her hair and makeup artists, Duke and Karlie, who not only made her look her best everyday, but were also her closest and most trusted confidants.

Luckily she was only slightly hung over from last night's, "Revolution Bash" because there was much to discuss. Coffee and pastries, a light breakfast, were spread out on the table. "So have we made a splash on the political scene yet?" she asked.

"Yes, it seems other nations are following us with great interest." Said a middle-aged bald man, the old vice-minister of finance. "We already have reports from Vetalia, it appears they wish to have an audience. Furthermore, Etoile Arcture has gone so far as to convene a meeting of all the nations in Nova. I assume we will send someone?"

Mei Mian was pleased. It seemed she had put the region on its toes. "Of course we shall send someone." She glanced quickly around the room, and slightly put off by the many foreign faces, turned to her left. "Duke, i wish you to attend the conference in my place. I have many pressing affairs to deal with here, and I know I can trust you. As for the Vetalians, I am more than happy to arrange an audience with them. Please inform them of this and prepare the diplomatic chambers."

"Are you sure about this?" Spoke Commander Bennet, head of the armed forces. "Please be careful, these first steps are very dangerous, we no doubt have many enemies."

"I understand that!" Snapped Mei. "and I suggest you place more faith in my judgments next time!"

Commander Bennet apologized, and with that, the conversation turned to various matters of state, for there was a whole country in need of rule, and order needed to be established as soon as possible.

Tag for interest!

"A pop star empress!" Tara laughed scornfully.
"Well, that won't last long, will it?"
There were a few mutterings about popularity and acts. Tara grimaced.
"I assume we are sending someone?" The Chancellors nodded.
Tara sighed. "Send a message to their Foreign Affairs. I'd like to meet, see what she is actually planning to do." She turned to leave, then turned back.
"Oh, and send Narcissus as a spy. The nation may be ripe for picking." The Chancellors bowed and left the room.

In the capital of Mephras, walking towards the palace thorugh the drifts of litter, banners and confetti from the last night's bash, were two men. Each was wearing plain clothes, and each was carrying a tracsuit bag.

They had selected their building: the top of a small building near the government headquarters. They would climb to the top, assemble the gun, and kill the empress with the rubber bullet.

They would then disappear. Like they normally did.

Vroilitch was reading the monthly report of importent events in the world, all assembled by the Chairman`s advisary board. Vroilitch choked on the toast he was eating when he read a report on a revolution in the nation of Mephras.
"A pop star as a leader of a nation ! What`s the world comming to ?"

Vroilitch picked up the phone and called the Foreign Office.

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TO: Mei Mian, Empress of Mephras.

FROM: Vroilitch Kasandwi, Chairman of Boico

CONTENT:

The Cyonist Dominion of Boico wishes to send a diplomat to Mephras to assist in rebuilding your nation after the revolution. I also wish to offer you any aid that you may require.

The Vetalian delegates waited quietly with suitcases in hand for an audience with the Empress.

Dressed in their finest, the men exuded an aura of wealth that was carefully chosen to show the Empress the vast resources of their nation and the opportunities siding with them would provide to the fortunate nation. Both of them were sallow and physically weak, and their entire appearance betrayed a life of self-indulgent decadence that was valued as the utmost in personal accomplishment by their people.

However, this choice had another, darker side. It showed what their country would have to lose if they decided to go against the Vetalian state.

The meeting went on for another three hours, when the new cabinet decided to break for two hours. Mei Mian went straight for her exercise room. Stairmasters, Thighmasters, Treadmills, bikes, she had them all, and all were well worn. "It's not easy keeping this figure, especially with all that has recently happened," she thought. The televisions in the room were set to various international news channels, and many were reacting to the news of the coup. Some were humorous, some were more serious, it seemed to vary with that nation's proximity to Mephras. "They'll see." she snickered.

When she walked back into the meeting room, still sweating from her quick workout, the new cabinet was all ready for her. "Your Highness, we have new developments to discuss. We have received word from both the nations of Boico and Void Templar. Both would like to meet with you, and Boico would like to discuss economic aid."

"Wonderful" she replied. "Tell them we would love to meet with them as soon as possible. Also express interest in ambassadorial exchange. Should we move on to other important matters of state?"

They continued into the mid evening, discussing economics, liberty, diplomacy, the very foundations of the new society they were attempting to create.

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The Next Day
Mei Mian was walking in the palace garden. She had taken the morning off from business of ruling, and was enjoying the beautiful scenery. While the garden was run down and overgrown, beautiful flowers still seemed to sprout, making the place feel as a ruined sanctuary of an ancient people. She loved the way it looked, and cherished the peaceful moment.

Suddenly, Duke burst quickly into the garden. "Your highness, Your highness, you need to come quick!"

"Duke...please don't call me your highness, aren't we close enough to cease with the formality?"

Duke stopped to catch his breath and then began, "the..the...Vetalian Ambassadors are already here and waiting for you!"

Mei's eyes widened in surprise, and she followed Duke quickly to her wardrobe. She was able to sneak a look at the ambassadors through a window. They seemed wealthy and important, but also somewhat dark and terrifying. However something else caught her attention. "All men..." she whispered to herself.

She and Duke rifled through her vast closet, searching for a proper dress. They finally decided on one that she had worn to the last national music awards. It was a deep purple, and was slightly more formal than her average outfit, yet it had just the right cut to show a good amount of cleavage, and a fair amount of leg. "I hope at least one of them is straight" she laughed. Her hair and makeup were quickly done, and they hurried to the audience room.

"Duke, wait here, I'm going to meet them on my own."

"What! ....are you sure? this is your first diplomatic meeting." Duke stammered.

"That's right, and I need to show that I am able to stand on my own, I need to assert myself."

"I guess, if you say so, but I'll be right here if you need me." He wore an expression of pained worry.

"It's okay...don't worry." She smiled assuringly as she turned to enter the audience chamber. She checked the mirror quickly, turned to the guards, and said, "Let them in."

OOC: Alfegos, check your TGs,

The man lifted the rifle, and began to slow down his breathing and pulse as he peered through the recticule at the garden. There was a person there, wearing quite ornate dress. They were turned away at the moment, but as soon as they turned around....

The rubber round left the end of the barrel just as they realised it was not the empress. It continued on its path directly onto the heart of the target, knocking them down, and rebounding into the hedges.

He folded up the sniper, and they moved off the roof. They would have to find the safehouse for a debriefing before they could try again.

When Mei Mian hurried off to the meeting with the Vetalians, in her rush, she forgot to lock the door to her wardrobe. One of the newly hired maids had wandered in and decided to try a few things on. She fancied herself somewhat of a beauty herself, so she figured the clothing would make her feel even more radiant.

Her eye eventually fell upon one dress, white, which much detail, extremely beautiful. She just had to try it on. She giggled, as the dress fit her perfectly. After posing in the mirror for a minute or two, she decided to take a stroll through the garden, and try to catch the eye of any of the guards, or any of the ministers who would likely be shuffling around the palace.

Unfortunately for her, the only eye she caught was that of an assassin's rifle. As she bent down to examine a newly grown rose bud, she felt an intense pressure against her heart, a pressure that knocked her back onto the ground. Suddenly, sharp chest pains began to grow. She gasped for air, attempted to scream, but she couldn't utter a sound. A few more seconds, and she was dead.

Several minutes later, guards on regular patrol found the body. There was no clearly evident cause of death, but tensions were high in the new regime, and many suspected some form of assassination attempt.

Guards burst into the audience room, where the meeting between the empress and the Vetalian ambassadors was about to begin. "Your Highness, one of your maids has died while wearing one of your dresses. We suspect an attempt on your life. Please, all of you, follow us, we are too take you to a more secure location."

"A maid wearing my dress! I hope their isn't any blood on it!"
"Madame, I don't think you understand the danger of the situation."
"Of course I do!" Mei snapped. She turned to the ambassadors. "I apologize, but it appears we will have to do a bit of travelling. I hope this is ok."

They were quickly rushed to an unmarked black armored van. It left the palace, along with 6 identical vans, each going to a separate location, in an attempt to prevent anyone from tracking them. The blissful honeymoon of the new regime was over, and the cold reality of the world was beginning to set in.

In a basement in the capital of Mephras, the two men were talking to their contact there.

"You should have checked first...never mind that now. They will have disappeared off to some secure location for now, and they won't be coming out unless she makes a public appearence.

So, until she does that, you are to stay here. I don't want to hear a sound out of you two."

He opened a box containing 4 purple tablets.

"Concentrated Zen: take one each. That should keep you out cold for 12 hours. Don't OD on it: I don't want the MoS after me."

He left the room, and walked back upstairs, locking the door after him and emerging from a wardrobe. Working with those two gave him the creeps. For a start, the way they seemed to look straight through him...
At least they weren't like the last one he had had here. These two seemed as if they might be unaugmented.

"Johaem ! Johaem, the Chairman wants to speek with you."

The door to the Chairman`s office opened. "You said you wanted to speek with me sir ?"

"Yes, please sit. Have you heared about the revolution in Mephras ?"

"Of course sir, I doubt anyone hasn`t."

"Good, I need you to go over there and talk to there new Empress. If she asks for any money, give it to her, in reason, and I`m sure you no what to say if she asks for millitary aid."

"Of course sir, will I be going alone?"

"No, you`ll be going with Snepton and Vrodin. Vrodin`s new so don`t worry if you haven`t heared of him. And if the Mephras government will allow it, you`ll be taking two Cyonist Guards."

Meanwhile, in the suburbs of Creipa :

Caraid Vrodin had only worked for the government for 2 weeks, at only 19, he was one of the youngest members of the Foreign Office. The phone rang.

"Hello ?"

"Is this Caraid Vrodin ?"

"Yes"

"This is the Foreign Office, were sending a car round. You`re to assist Mr Baximann in a diplomatic mission to Mephras."

OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM TSRT GOVERNMENT
"We hereby congratulate The Empire of Mephras and their new Empress on doing away with their inefficient and old government. In times like these, however, there are many who would wish to stop such a revolution. There for, we are willing to send a diplomat to Mephras to speak with their new Empress on weapons shipments and possibly other defense arrangements between our two nations."
End Statement

TOP SECRET MESSAGE FROM TSRT GOVERNMENT
TO VETELIA
"We have noticed you have sent diplomats too Mephras to discuss economic arrangements. Funnily enough, we are sending our own diplomat to discuss military arrangements there. Perhaps, in order to avoid crossing swords over influence, it would be best to work together on this?"
End Message

Minova Steponavich Speroniv was the 2nd highest ranking women in the Red Tidean Government and the highest ranking in the Foreign Ministry. Being relatively high on the foreign ministry ladder meant that she had to deal with summons from the Foreign Minister: Vyachelav Gromkyo.

And she had just been summoned.

"Sir." Minova said as she entered Gromkyo's office.

Gromkyo's face was impassive, he rarely ever showed emotion.

"Sit down, Minova Steponavich." Gromkyo said neutrally. Minova wondered briefly how Gromkyo acted around Narmonov, the leader of the Totalitarian State. But she quickly banished the thought, thinking such things could be lethal to ones health.

"Spasiba." Was all she said as she sat down.

Gromkyo didnt waste time with pleasentries.

"I am sure you have heard of Mephras?" Gromkyo asked.

Minova politely nodded.

"Good." Gromkyo said, "You will be ready when we send you there. Is your English still robust."

That surprised Minova, but she said, "Da, foreign minister."

"Good." Gromkyo said, "That means all we will need is to provide you with a Commissarat escort."

Minova didnt sigh, even though she really wanted to. Not being a member herself, she had to be escorted by Intellegince Commissarat agents whenever she left the country. The official motto was that they were protection, they were also unofficially there to make sure she didnt defect or say screw up. Incompetence in the TSRT could get you killed.

She merely went back to her house after saying polite good buys, and packed her bags.

The Alfegos official repsonse that day was published:



It is with open arms we welcome the new government in Mephras. We hope that it will continue to stay on good econmic terms with ALfegos, and taht she will not suffer an unfortunate early death

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A secret message was sent via AMSCN to the new empress. It was encihpered to the point that it could not be traced, and the source used a proxy to not be detected.

That attempt on your life was a warning: we hope that you awaken to the real world of politics, and do not treat it like some form of pop concert.

Another attempt will be made on your life if you do not comply to these terms:
1) Allow uncorrupted democracy to continue in your nation.
2) Do not change any current economic realtions with Nova regions.
3) Do not use your military to threaten or invade any other countries without due consultion with Nova nations.

We hope we can get along on good terms in this new age

Greetings from the Armed Republic of Dynamic Revolution to the Glorious Empire of Mephras.

We the People of the Armed Republic of Dynamic Revolution send or most sincere congratulations to the Empire of Mephras. Your removal of an oppressive regime is an inspiration to all oppressed people around the globe. It is my firmly held belief that the Government should be ruled by the people and not the other way around.

The Armed Republic of Dynamic Revolution wishes to immediately have diplomatic relations with the Empire of Mephras. Such diplomatic actions could (but don't have to) consist of: Mutual Defense pact in times of war or internal strife, Trade agreements for the mutual benefit of both nations and their people respectively, the trading of Diplomats, the sharing of Military and Civil technology, and the sending of food and medical supplies should one country call a state of emergency.

We await your reply with hope and optimism that our two great peoples can work together for their mutual benefit.

The Representative for Defense and Foreign Relations and yours respectfully
Pat Doolie

Vandaheimian Embassy
5 International Boulevard, Mephras

Bernard Songe peered out the window, watching the Mephras troops surrounding the Embassy. It had been a long night, every since the troop movements began and words like "Revolution" started getting tossed around, Bernard had been juggling keeping High Command informed, notifying and evacuating Vandaheimian Citizens abroad, organizing the possible defense of the Embassy, and of course, trying to figure out just what the hell was going on.

"Sir!" Lt. Dardinelle, head of the Vandaheimian Marine Detachment, directed Bernard's attention to the new monitor


Mei Mian walked out onto the stage set up in Foundation Square, in the center of Euphova. Surrounded by Marines and accompanied by her new model boyfriend, she gazed out onto the crowd. Nearly half a million people had crammed themselves into the square to hear their idol speak. Reporters from various news agencies also scattered themselves among the crowd, interested in what would be said. Many waved banners with lyrics from her songs, others held posters of her face. She could see tears streaming down the faces of some in the front. The crowd roared with approval as they saw her prepare to speak. The crowd continued for three minutes until Mei Mian was finally able to begin.

"My friends, my brothers and sisters, children of Mephras," she slowly began. "We have made it! Today, change begins. Too long has Mephras suffered under do-nothing governments, corrupt ‘democratic’ fools who steal from the people, tricking them into slavery. Too long has our country languished as backwater, a joke on the world stage. We are not a joke, but rather a sleeping giant, and today, we awaken, and take our rightful place among the nations of the world!"

Right on cue, the head general of the Mephrasian military, accompanied by three intentionally chosen "commoners," walked over to Mei Mian, bowed, and presented a simple golden laurel shaped crown. As rehearsed, Mei Mian forced a look of surprise, and refused politely. Next, a few placed spectators began chanting "OUR EMPRESS...OUR EMPRESS." Within seconds the entire square was shouting as well.

Mei Mian? The popstar who Bernard's daughter Sandy had begged him to see, Empress of Mephras? High Command would love this one.

"Rock on, Empress, Rock on," Songe said absentmindedly, trying to figure out how to frame this to High Command without looking like a lunatic.

The new government had been thrown through a loop with these latest developments. The Empress and the ambassadors had been quickly taken from the palace, but most of the government still remained there. New diplomatic greetings were coming in from various nations.

The small group that made up the interim foreign ministry were doing their best to respond in the wake of recent developments. "We have recent messages from the Nations of Red Tide and Dynamic Revolution." spoke Clyde Jones, a youngish member of the ministry. "Red Tide would like to discuss weapons and defense agreements, and Dynamic Revolution would like to discuss more general relations. Also, the representative from the government of Boico is on his way over." He showed her the prepared messages.

"Great" said Fara Townsend. "tell them they are more than welcome to come...once we are sure the empress is secure." She was troubled, as were most members of the government, and a more menacing message was on their minds as well. "Any luck tracing that message from earlier?" She of course spoke about the claim of responsibility for the assassination attempt, and threats against her majesty's regime and life.

"No luck yet" sighed Clyde. "whoever they are seem extremely professional and well trained. I doubt we are dealing with some minor terrorists."

"Well, continue working, we have to get this all sorted out and ensure her highness's safety." Fara quickly summoned the housing staff. "Please prepare something for our soon-to-be guests, they might be waiting a while." Fara hurried to prepare herself to receive the ambassadors.

OOC: Post quality should increase later.

The Vetalian delegates entered the Empress' chamber and approached her. Consul Sviridov approached first, portfolio in hand. He was rather impressed by her choice of clothing, complimenting her on the fact. "Forgive me if I am out of place, your Majesty, but I must admit you look quite alluring in that dress..."

Carefully crafting his mannerisms to suggest that he was ever so slightly flustered by her rather revealing attire, he continued.
"...er, where are my manners. My apologies, your Majesty. I am Consul Sviridov from the Ministry of Trade and this is my counterpart Consul Ordunov from the..."

"...Ministry of State..." Ordunov replied bemusedly, fidgeting with the locks on his portfolio.
"Yes, Ministry of State. We are honored that you have the time to meet with us and we feel it will be quite...productive." He paused 'innocently' open his briefcase, revealing a large amount of colorful paper, paper with quite large numbers printed on it. "Now, I assume you have some kind of conference room where we could discuss this matter securely?"

Ideally, it would lure the Empress in to a state of false confidence, giving them an edge in negotiations. It was nothing in particular, just the standard procedure for any Vetalian. Sviridov, of course, was amused by any attempt by foreign nationals to influence his behavior...the Vetalian civilization was far more decadent than most outsiders could comprehend, especially behind the closed doors of the wealthy elite.

Pat Doolie heaved his masssive bulk into a chair at his desk in his office. He momentarily shuffled through heaps of paper look for specific document that he doubted was there. "Ah!" He exclaimed happily "They sent it!" he chortled as he began to read the responce from the nation of Mephras.

"Excellent then its on" he mused as he reached for his intercom. He dialed the number and requested that his adviser be sent in. Dominic entered the room quietly hoping not to disturb his bosses reading. "DOMINIC! Why the hell do you have to be so damn sneaky? You scared the crap outta me!" exclaimed Pat.
"Sorry Boss i didn't wanna disturb you" laughed Dominic "Anyway what did you wanna see me for?"
"Mephras sent there response, it seems they would be willing to begin talks on exactly what kind of agreement would be best for both of us" explained Pat. "However it seems that there has been a recent assassination attempt on Madam Mei Mian's life. I'm not quite sure that they have everything under control, or for that matter that they are any better then the past government."
"Yea I'd heard about that, one of my cousins goes to school there." responded Dominic.
"I dont give a crap about your cousin. I want your opinion. I dont want to send over a full fledged delegate lest he get kidnapped or killed. But I think relations between our two countries would benefit us. What do you think I should do?" asked Pat
"Well sir" said Dominic slipping into a more formal tone now "I agree with you. I dont think we can risk the lives of one of our delegates. We could send a shadow."
"A shadow? What in the name of a Ospreys ass is that?" shouted Pat.
"SIR!!! Pleasse! there is no need for that!" pleaded Dominic.
"Oh yea sorry, it just slips out, I never wanted to be a Foreign affairs rep. i was perfectly happy being in my old artillery unit."
"Well when duty calls" sighed Dominic. "Anyway a shadow is a new program based on the ancient Roman's policy of "Hostages". We send someone fairly new and they basicly "shadow" the other countries leaders. They report back to us with info on the basic goin's on in the country"
"So its like a spie?"
"No, spys usually try to obtain military secrets or preform espionage, shadows simply observe trying to get an idea of wether we should begin full relations with the nation."
"Allright" states Pat matter of factly "Sounds good to me, I just have one question, why didnt i know about this program until just now? I meen i am the Foreign Relations Rep."
"Well sir I sent you a memo about three months ago." responded Dominic looking at the mounds of unfinished paperwork.
"Oh...well...umm...ahem...Good work Dominic. You can select the candidate, also write up a document letting the Empire of Mephras know whats up. Be sure to ask them if its allright first. If they say no we'll have to figure something else out or wait for them to get a handle on things." ordered Pat.
"Roger Wilco" replied Dominic as he turned to leave.
"Oh and Dominic, make sure it's someone that has combat experience. I dont want an international incident started because some jerk with a rifle trys to take a pot-shot at one of my men."
"No problem" replied Dominic as he shut the door.

"Yes, of course, right this way." Mei Mian led the men down a corridor. As she walked she thought "It seems they've noticed my 'assets.'" But the negotiations had just begun, and she reminded herself to keep cool. In many ways, this was no different then the countless contract negotiations she had been through. Managers, Agents, Boyfriends, they all wanted the same thing. Sex. And she had manipulated them all in the past. She hadn't become the biggest thing in Mephras on talent alone, or at least vocal talent. "This should be no different." She thought. She led the men into a medium sized room with a conference table at the center. "I apologize for the plainness of the room, but I think it shall have to do."

OOC: Is it okay if we do some fluid time?

IC: Minova walked through the halls of the palace, followed by her supposed 'bodygaurd', a Intellegince-Commissarat Agent whose number(they didnt have names) she couldnt bother to remember. She paused infront of a portrait, just to take a small note of it, then continued on. She sat down to patiently wait for the Vetelian meeting to end, while her 'bodygaurd' remained standing, scanning the room for threats, ocassionally pausing with an eye on her, then going back to scanning the room.

OOC: Yea, i feel like everything's getting a bit cluttered. Do you want to handle it as if the other negotiations are already over? I can't really post something full right now, but ill try to do something soon.

In far off Dyelli Beybi the Foreign Office was suffering from a broken down air conditioner. Nevertheless the events in Mephras had caused a stir.

The window was open in the office block, a desk fan blasting the Director in the face. His eyes were closed, a few beads of sweat trickling down his face to end caught up in the strands of his rapidly greying van Dyke beard.

"Felix?" the man opposite him inquired, evidently wondering if the old director had fallen asleep.

"Too hot Oweyn, what is it?" he didn't move a muscle apart from those required to talk, let alone an eyelid.

"You've heard the news from Mephras, never heard of the place before I have to admit, but well... you've heard?"

"Some young strumpet who charitably could be descibed as having two brain cells to rub together has seized control of the country?" the Director ventured, "Or at least that's what the papers say. I take it you've done something about it or you wouldn't be in my office."

"Yes as it so happens." Oweym nodded, although the gesture was lost, "I have sent a missive saying that Dyelli Beybi wishes to establish diplomatic relations blah blah blah, want to meet blah blah blah. This should give us the opportunity to sort out whether we're dealing with the girl or some minder of hers and on top of that, what we can expect them to do, while at the same time outlining Dyelli Beybi's desire for neutrality, willingness to sell weapons of all manners and the fact that we are not to be messed around."

"Who do you have in mind to send?"

"William Lewis Sir."

"An interesting choice." the Director smiled vaguely, "Someone who won't get distracted."

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From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade, Cyro
To: The Illustrious Empress of Mephras

Dyelli Beybi wishes to extend it's cautious congratulations on your recent ascent to power. While Dyelli Beybi is a democracy we understand the realities of power and the realities of trade. As such we wish to immediately establish diplomatic relations with your regime and will be willing to send an Ambassador at your leisure. Through this we hope that we will be able to create an environment of mutual benefit and cooperation.

Regards,
The Hon. C. Jocks,
Minister of Forreign Affairs and Trade

Leduc had (cautiously) ventured out of his room-he'd seen no major disturbances, at least not where he was-to speak to suitably low level government functionaries. All had been rather on-edge, with rumours of purges of government staff (possibly violent ones) flying from all directions.

Though he now had a list of names to call, the government was in a state of complete upheaval due to "unusual events." Nobody was able to make any promises, or explain quite what was going on.

While nothing had been discussed openly, there were many people muttering on the streets about the lack of visibility of their beloved Empress. The confused rumours leaving the palace weren't at all helping.

François, frustrated, returned yet again to his hotel. He made a few backup purchases at a grocery store-if everything hit the fan, he wanted a few days food cached under the bed. He also picked up another necessity: a bottle of whisky. Nothing spectacular, though-only a local brand.

After another "Nothing to report" conversation with his superiors, he threw back a glass of it straight.

Where the hell were the leaders of this government?

The three diplomats arrived in Mephras. "Hello, can we have an ordinance with the Empress ?"

The contact opened the door a day later, with their breakfast. He saw them slowly getting out of thier drug-induced stupor.

"Coffee? It seems we have some interesting developments. Comeon, drink up your coffee! You'llneed it to wake yourselves up quickly. We have business to do."

As he turned away, he saw the sign that they were not ordinary assassins: previously unnoticed were sleek metal devices that curved around the backs of their necks. Each one seemed to be a direct communications device back to base. Plugged into their brains...

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Another message was despatched in a different mode: through a radio signal on the Mephras Mobile Phone network.


{Crackly, distorted voice}
We have given you time to think of these terms. We wish to know whether this has sunk in.
We wish to meet a representitve at 9:22 pm on the alley 100 metres to the north of the Vetalian embassy.
Don't try to catch us: if you do, the empress dies.

A large digital map of Mephras was displayed on th wallback presentation screen in a conference room, miles below Kartika.

"I am sure you are all aware of the ridiculous situation in Mephras.", said David Whitecrystal, chairman of the Strategic Operations Commission, "A pop artist has come to political power. Their government has certionly changed. They are now hovering the void between Executive Monarchy and Benevolent Dictatorship. To answer the question that I'm sure y'all are about to ask; No. They have not become a true empire. THey have built no colonies, nor conquered any land. The title "Empress" is more for PR than it is for rightful definition. Nonetheless, it is an interesting change. The Empress has opened up to foriegn contact. THis brings us out first option: To gain an ally. Our second, is to oppose the new government, pretend to back the previous regime, take out the junta, and gain ourselves a new province. Our third is the zero-work solution: Do absolutly nothing. THis is indeed quite possible. Mephras is not a large nation, nor is it much more than a backwater at this stage, although thier new Empress is working to change that. It would not affect us at all to remain uninvolved."

The Imperial officials at the conference table sat silent, thinking. Some wanted a new country to fill with Kiravian settlers. Others wanted a new ally. Still, others did not car one bit.

OOC: Ok, i'm trying to do some serious catching up here. I am assuming with Red Tide that Vetalian discussions are over, even though they are not. Everyone else will be treated in a similar manner. All discussions will try to run at the same time, but assume that Vetalia was first, then Red Tide, Dyelli Beybi, Associated Cantons, Boico, and Alfegos. If this is extremely confusing to you, then you can set up a separate thread, and send me the link, i would be more than willing to have discussions with everyone. Also if i am forgetting anyone, please just remind me.

IC: Minova walked through the halls of the palace, followed by her supposed 'bodygaurd', a Intellegince-Commissarat Agent whose number(they didnt have names) she couldnt bother to remember. She paused infront of a portrait, just to take a small note of it, then continued on. She sat down to patiently wait for the Vetelian meeting to end, while her 'bodygaurd' remained standing, scanning the room for threats, ocassionally pausing with an eye on her, then going back to scanning the room.

Mei Mian returned to the audience chambers after her discussions with the Vetalian ministers. She was visibly tired, yet this was only the first round of discussions for the day.

She stepped in to see a woman standing with a stern armed man, most likely a bodyguard. She doubted her outfit would have any affect on this ambassador, so this one was going to be tricky. It appeared Duke had been attempting to start some small talk while they waited, but they didn't seem very interested in the latest fashion trends in Mephras, or his hair design philosophy.

She hurried to interrupt the awkward conversation. "Greetings, I am really sorry for the wait. Are you the ambassador from Red Tide? I know little about your nation, but your reputation certainly precedes you. Please follow me. I hope that this will be a very productive meeting for both of our nations." She led the ambassador and her bodyguard to the meeting room, and prepared for discussions.

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Meanwhile, back at the foreign ministry, further messages had been received from other nations. Clyde Jones had been working on the response to a recent message from Dyelli Beybi
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade, Cyro
To: The Illustrious Empress of Mephras

Dyelli Beybi wishes to extend it's cautious congratulations on your recent ascent to power. While Dyelli Beybi is a democracy we understand the realities of power and the realities of trade. As such we wish to immediately establish diplomatic relations with your regime and will be willing to send an Ambassador at your leisure. Through this we hope that we will be able to create an environment of mutual benefit and cooperation.

Regards,
The Hon. C. Jocks,
Minister of Forreign Affairs and Trade

He had just finished the official response. He was glad to see recognition of the Empress's regime by such an important nation, it made him feel that the government was gaining legitimacy.

To: The Government of Dyelli Beybi
From: The Empire of Mephras, Foreign Ministry

The Empress is extremely flattered and honored to receive you well wishes. We too, seek only peace and understanding with other nations of the world. We would be pleased to host your ambassadors at any time. We hope this is only the beginning of a profitable and peaceful relationship between our two peoples.

Sincerely,
Clyde Jones
On Behalf of Her Majesty Mei Mian
Mephrasian Foreign Ministry

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A few days later
The three diplomats arrived in Mephras. "Hello, can we have an ordinance with the Empress ?"

Duke was sitting in the formal hall of the palace, surfing the internet, relaxing. When all of a sudden, there was a knock on the door. He was stunned. Someone had just knocked on the front door of the Imperial Palace. He got up and answered the door. Three men in business attire were standing at the door. It appeared they had been through security, and were wishing to see the Empress. They were from Boico, a nation he wasn't extremely familiar with, but he found the name familiar. "Ummmm....yeah...could you hold on just a sec."

Duke sprinted to find the empress. Why had no one told him about this? After about 15 minutes searching, he found her on the tennis court, playing with her boyfriend. "MEI! there are ambassadors here to see you!"

"OH SHIT! I totally forgot!" Mei dropped her racket, scurried off the court, no time to change. She hurried to the formal hall, and welcomed the ambassadors. She was somewhat embarrassed and caught off guard, but did her best to hide it. "Greetings, I apologize for the hold up. I assume you've enjoyed your visit to our fine nation so far?"

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Meanwhile, Fara Townsend had been working overtime at the Foreign Ministry. She hadn't slept in at least 48 hours, and was on her 20th cup of coffee. Yet things hadn't cooled down at all. They had just received a new message from the assassins. They wanted to meet to discuss their demands. "We have to send someone, to collect information at least." She argued. "Tell them that her majesty has no plans to disrupt relations with her neighbors, and wishes peaceful interaction with all nations of Nova. As to the question of democracy, tell them that her majesty rules only through the people and for the people, they chose her, and she cares for her citizens very deeply. We need to buy a bit of time before everything gets under control."

The ministry decided to send Jet Kans, a former police detective, who was known for his negotiating abilities. If anyone could help figure these assassins out, it was him.

Send a reply. "We agree to their meeting. Despite their disgusting and high handed sense of morality."

The assassins were waiting in the alley: hidden from sight by their location. In the alley was humming a black van. They were waiting for the person who was meeting them.

Any treachery would result in a dangerous confrontation with the large 7.62 mm machinegun mounted on the roof, and manned by an underling with almost no mind: the wonders of Spect'os mindwashing skills.

The assassins were waiting in the alley: hidden from sight by their location. In the alley was humming a black van. They were waiting for the person who was meeting them.

Any treachery would result in a dangerous confrontation with the large 7.62 mm machinegun mounted on the roof, and manned by an underling with almost no mind: the wonders of Spect'os mindwashing skills.

Jet Kans walked quickly through the streets of Euphova. He wore a simple black tailored suit, a bowler hat, and carried a leather briefcase. It was quickly becoming late, and the streets were emptying of people. He finally arrived at the embassy, and took a deep breath, and thought, "remember, keep calm, stick to the script, and try to get as much information as possible." He exhaled, and turned the corner.

OOC: Mephras, I still need an answer to my PM before I can get involved here. Sorry for the OOC post.

They saw him coming in from the roof of a nearby building. Silently, they began to creep up on the car. The man would obviously go for the car, and not notice them leaping on him from above. Once he was down, they could use their own methods of interrogation...

OOC: Damirez, i just replied, sorry about that.

IC: Jet Kans walked slowly toward the van. He kept his hand firmly on the trigger of his pistol in his jacket pocket. He reached to open the door of the van, but suddenly a man jumped on him from behind. He was able to fire a quick shot, hitting nothing, and was quickly subdued. "Dammit, How could I be so careless, the life of the Empress is at stake." He cursed under his breath.

OOC:Short post, should do for a intro. Also, check for a new PM.


Events happening in Mephras rarely escaped the vigil of the Damiran Secret Services. There was always interest among the higher circles of The Principality of Damirez about the welfare or lack of it in neighbouring states. Given this they were certainly not going to miss this event. In light of these happenings, a meeting was called and the president himself directed the proceedings.

"What do you think about this, director," president Librescu asked the Intelligence director.

"We somewhat expected this. We have to say that this turn of events managed to surprise us, but it could have been worse," the man in black replied.

"Worse? How so?" the president inquired quickly, he was aware of certain issues in Mephras but other events kept him busy during the last few months.

"We could have waked up with a civil war on our door steps, or even worse with a blood thirst dictator," the director answered with an even voice.

"And how did we allow this to happen? A few assassinations..." an overzealous intendant was quick to put his mouth to the test in dooming every chance he had at a promotion. A rare case in The Principality, but it was unavoidable.

"We don't kill friends," the director cut him off, "If anything, we need to make sure that the empress lives, no matter how odd we might see her election. She's the only factor of stability in that country, her death would be devastating."

"Indeed," agreed the President. "Make sure that happens director. I'll dispatch a diplomatic team to reassure the Mephrasians of our friendship and our desire to continue improving relation."

"Yes sir."

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Anna Rayne was a woman that had it all, family, career and looks. Considered the second most popular woman in Damirez after Admiral Al'Hamil, she was a high level diplomat and thrid in line for the position of foreign minister after the prodigy Andrew Wallenstein.

She liked her job and always did things to the fullest, so when the president called her in for a special assignment, she took it in a second. Her role was going to be an important one, not only for Damirez, but also for Mephras.

There was only one request she had, for her brother to accompany her. She had a special link with Alex, her brother an he always liked to see new places.

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In another place, several men were preparing. The most feared soldiers in all of Damirez, The Nightmares. They too received orders from the highest levels.

The Empress had to stay alive.

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From: Emilian Davout. Foreign Minister
To: Empress of Mephras
Subject: Greetings.

Greetings from the Principality of Damirez and congratulations on you coronation as empress. As friends of your nation, we send only our best wishes to you.

We will also send, with your approval a diplomatic team to continue discussions regarding our relations.

Best regards,
Emilian Davout.

Fara Townsend had finally been able to sleep. Granted, that sleep occurred on the couch in the Ministry's break room, but it was quite enjoyable for the sleep starved diplomat.

However, she had just been awoken to address a message from Damirez. This was of utmost importance because Damirez was both a regional power, and a close neighbor. In many ways, the fates of the two nations were intertwined, and the balance and relations between the two needed to be carefully maintained.

The note was short and to the point. They congratulated the Empress on her assent to power, and wished to send a diplomatic team. This was a good sign for the nation. A formal response was quickly drafted.

To: The Principality of Damirez

Thank you for your kind words, the empress is humbled by your kindness. As to the issue of your diplomatic team, we are extremely interested in talks and invite your diplomats for an audience as soon as possible. In the meantime, we would like to assure you that despite the changes in our nation, our foreign policy has not changed. We do not seek war with our neighbors, and hope only for progress.

Sincerely Yours,
Fara Townsend

Dominic sighed...He had just finished the "Shadow" request document to be sent to the Empress. The candidate had been chosen from a list of active military personel. Michael Dools would be a perfect shadow



______________________Shadow Request Form_________________________

To the Empress of Mephras:

The recent assassination attempt on your life brought has brought to our attention the ever changing situation in Mephras. As such we can not justifiably risk the lives of one of our few Foreign Ambassadors. However, we also realize that relations between our two Nations will allow for great social, economic, and technological advancement. As such our Representative of Foreign Affairs has authorized the use of our "Shadow" program. In this Program a single representative will be sent to your nation. This single representative will tour your country and appraise us of the situation. If we determine that the situation has stabilized we will send a proper Ambassador. This system requires mutual assistance and therefore we would humbly ask for Your permission to send said "Shadow".

If permission is granted here is a general bio of the intended "Shadow"

Name: Michael Dools
Race: One of the People of the Armed Republic of Dynamic Revolution
Age:19
Gender(if applicable) :Male
Eye color:brown
Hair color:brown
Height:5'11
Weight:180
Personality: Dools shows a calm under fire that is almost legendary within his old unit. Off the battle field he is noted as being cordial, and conversational. His mannerisms are that of the old world Royalty even though he is not of former noble birth.
Training: Advanced Weapons and Tactics, Sniping, Extensive Offensive Driving, Close Quarters Combat, Diplomacy, History of Nations, Basic Armored Calvary, Advanced Armored Calvary, QSF training (Quick Strike Force), Humanitarian, Psychology, Sociology
History: Graduated high school at the age of 17. Enlisted in the Dynamic Revolution Armed Forces. Upon completion of mandatory 2 year enlistment applied for Diplomatic Relations assignment. This will be his 2nd Diplomatic Mission.

"Greetings, I apologize for the hold up. I assume you've enjoyed your visit to our fine nation so far?"

"Yes, but we were wondering why we had to knock at the door to this building. But anyway to business, Boico is willing to give any financial aid to Mephras that it requires. We are also now willing to give millitary aid if needed. If your nation is ever involved in any conflict, Boico will always be there to help your nation if you ask us. Apart from the things I just mentioned, are there any other matters which you want to disscuss ?"

Clyde Jones sat at his desk, staring out the window. His window had an excellent view of central Euphova, and from what he could tell, the city seemed to be coming back to life. People seemed to be shopping, visiting with friends, and going on as normal. Of course, the nation was still far from normal, but it seemed the Mephrasian people had returned to normalcy.

He snapped out of his thought, and returned to the mission at hand. The government of Dynamic Revolution seemed unsure of the safety in the nation, and wished to send a "shadow" to review the country before sending an official representative. While he considered this a slap in the face of the new government, the ministry agreed to it for the sake of diplomacy. A quick message was composed

To: The Government of Dynamic Revolution

While we assure you any representative would be closely guarded, and find your lack of faith in our government troubling, we have agreed to your request. Feel free to send the shadow at your leisure.

Sincerely,
On Behalf of Her Majesty Mei Mian
Clyde Jones, Mephrasian Foreign Ministry

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"Yes, but we were wondering why we had to knock at the door to this building. But anyway to business, Boico is willing to give any financial aid to Mephras that it requires. We are also now willing to give millitary aid if needed. If your nation is ever involved in any conflict, Boico will always be there to help your nation if you ask us. Apart from the things I just mentioned, are there any other matters which you want to disscuss ?"


"Yes, I am really sorry, I don't even know the answer to that. But on to more important matters, we would be most open to talks on financial aid, and would even be open to input on how the money is spent. As to the question of military aid, we are interested in procuring armaments, however at this time, we don't feel our military is able to be tied in any alliance or defense compact. While we appreciate the offer of defense, we feel at this time it would be an unequal and unfair pact for your nation. Maybe at a later date, when our military has grown, it would be more viable. I would, however, reinforce that we consider your nation an extremely close friend, and would be most likely to support you in a time of need as well."

The Dyellians dispatched their Ambassador, William Lewis as soon as the response came back. Unlike many Nations, Dyelli Beybi did not dispatch their Ambassador by personal jet, rather they seated them in business class of a commercial liner (it was a lot cheaper).

He would arrive soon and hopefully be met by some kind of protocol officer who could brief him on exactly what was culturally acceptable practice on his part. He would also need to meet with the Empress as soon as possible to deliver his letter of credence.

(OOC: Sorry this is short, kinda tired :P)

"Yes, I am really sorry, I don't even know the answer to that. But on to more important matters, we would be most open to talks on financial aid, and would even be open to input on how the money is spent. As to the question of military aid, we are interested in procuring armaments, however at this time, we don't feel our military is able to be tied in any alliance or defense compact. While we appreciate the offer of defense, we feel at this time it would be an unequal and unfair pact for your nation. Maybe at a later date, when our military has grown, it would be more viable. I would, however, reinforce that we consider your nation an extremely close friend, and would be most likely to support you in a time of need as well."

Boico is willing to give your nation 10 billion USD. We are also willing to give you 1000 Tavanachk Tanks and 26 million Kurkonove assualt rifles all free of charge. As said before, if your nation requires anything else, you need only ask. Although we can not give you any more money as we are recovering from a terrible war.

They tied up the man they had brought down, and bundled him into the back of the car. He was then driven out of the city, towards the industrial ditricts, where it would be easy to got lost amongst the warehouses.

There, they would question him.

The Dyellians dispatched their Ambassador, William Lewis as soon as the response came back. Unlike many Nations, Dyelli Beybi did not dispatch their Ambassador by personal jet, rather they seated them in business class of a commercial liner (it was a lot cheaper).

He would arrive soon and hopefully be met by some kind of protocol officer who could brief him on exactly what was culturally acceptable practice on his part. He would also need to meet with the Empress as soon as possible to deliver his letter of credence.
Clyde Jones stood at International Terminal 6 at the Euphova International Airport. He paced back and forth nervously, as he was waited for the Ambassador from Dyelli Beybi. He checked the flight schedules, and hoped that the plane would soon be arriving. It seemed to be a fairly slow day at the airport, and departures seemed to outnumber arrivals. The announcement of the arrival of flight 432 from Dyelli Beybi came on the intercom, and Clyde Jones prepared himself to receive the Ambassador.

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Boico is willing to give your nation 10 billion USD. We are also willing to give you 1000 Tavanachk Tanks and 26 million Kurkonove assualt rifles all free of charge. As said before, if your nation requires anything else, you need only ask. Although we can not give you any more money as we are recovering from a terrible war.
Mei Mian was extremely pleased by the offer from Boico. "We are extremely humbled by your generosity. However, we are saddened to hear that you were recently involved in a war. We wish your people and your nation a swift recovery from the terrors of battle." She wore a sincere face. "Is there anything else you would like to discuss?"

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They tied up the man they had brought down, and bundled him into the back of the car. He was then driven out of the city, towards the industrial ditricts, where it would be easy to got lost amongst the warehouses.

There, they would question him.

Jet Kans was disoriented and unable to move. He could tell he was in the back of a van, and it was definitely moving, but he had know idea where he was, and no idea where he would end up. He simply hoped that he could protect the Empress.

They pulled in a covered alley, and went through a maze of buildings into a warehouse. There, they stopped, and took the man out. He was tied to a chair, and his blindfold removed.

Two balaclaved men stood there.

"First, we wish to ask how our messages have gone down with the empress. Then, we will quickly evaluate the suitability of your empress as a ruler."

They pulled in a covered alley, and went through a maze of buildings into a warehouse. There, they stopped, and took the man out. He was tied to a chair, and his blindfold removed.

Two balaclaved men stood there.

"First, we wish to ask how our messages have gone down with the empress. Then, we will quickly evaluate the suitability of your empress as a ruler."

Jet looked closely at the men in front of him. He was still rather disoriented, and couldn't make out any distinguishing characteristics tying them to any nation or region. "The Empress has taken note of your message. She assures you that she wants only peace with the nations of Nova. Her revolution was not one of militancy but one of change for the betterment of the people. She realizes that she rules only for and by the people." He hoped this would be enough to pacify these mysterious people.

The flight towards the Mephrasian capital was without issues and soon the Damiran ambassador found herself in the very heart of Mephras. To a tourist, the city was the same as it was a few days ago, but for her trained eyes it was obvious that something changed. There was a wave of optimism like never before and people looked almost content about common everyday things, clear signs that they believed things will get better. Perhaps, with extensive help from the Principality they were going to change for the better.

Anna was not a guest with an empty hand, she had, as assigned by her superiors, numerous matters that needed to be discussed with the Mephrasi, including several regarding the current economic situation of the country a delicate subject if she knew one. The previous government of Mephras had been reticent in regards to foreign investments, blocking Damiran money from creating opportunities on the market. It was now hoped that the new regime would allow for foreign investments as there were many interested, especially given the large untapped population resources of Mephras and the constantly increasing requests for manpower of the Damiran economy. It was something that both countries were to benefit from.

“Alex we’re here,” she told her brother as the car brought them to their intended destination, “Alex?” she asked softly when he didn’t answer only to discover that the man was taking an impromptu nap in the car.

“Alex get UP!” she almost yelled at him, startling her brother. She could never understand how he managed to sleep like that and yet still be able to catch on even to he smallest details of what was going around him.

“Ok, ok, I’m up,” he answered, quickly making himself presentable for the meeting that was to come. Although he was here in a non-official function, he was more than able to understand the importance of his presence. He was to act as a support for his sister, making sure that everything went fine.

“Are you ready?” she asked, already opening the door.

“Yes, I think there shouldn’t be a problem with this,” came his answer.

As they got of from the car, their escorts took them to meet the empress. It was going to be an interesting meeting indeed.

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Among the various people in the diplomatic delegation, several distinguished themselves. To an outside viewer they would be just other staff members, but for those who were aware of the truth, they were something you didn’t want to deal with in a dark alley at night.

The Nightmares were here.

Mei Mian knew that today was the day that the Delegation from Damirez was set to arrive. Due to the important nature of this visit, Mei Mian had pulled out all the stops. The meeting was set to take place in the Throne Room, and cleaning crews had been working round the clock cleaning the place up. The marble inlaid floors had been polished, the massive gilded chandelier had been extensively cleaned and dusted. New drapes had been installed on the massive windows that covered the east side of the throne room. A new throne had been recently finished, made of a deep wood, with large amounts of intricate carving and places of gold inlay. It was set upon a small platform, further accentuating the centrality of the throne in the room.

However, despite all of the traditional formality displayed in the room, Mei Mian wished to bring her own eccentric flair to the occasion. She decided to wear her riding costume, which consisted of tan riding pants, a black riders jacket, high leather boots, and black riding gloves. A riding helmet rested to the side of the throne, and she held a small riding crop in her left hand. She felt this outfit conveyed a sense of strength and dominance, two ideas she wanted to burn into the minds of the Damirans. Mephras had always had a larger population, if generally a weaker economy, but she hoped that was soon to change.

26 of the Royal Mephrasian Guard flanked each side of the throne, extending in a line fully covering each side. Dressed in the utmost finery, and wielding ceremonial silver sabers, the were to serve as a sign of the rise of the Mephrasian military machine. Mei Mian requested that Duke stand by her side during the discussion, to appear as a trusted adviser. His dress was rather unremarkable, and unfitting for the occasion. A simple tee shirt and jeans, however, he in many ways represented the informal side of the new regime, the part that came from and connected it with the common people.

As everything finally fell into place, and the spectacle was finally ready, two of the guards opened the doors to the throne room, and the Delegation entered the room.

The two men looked at each other, and nodded.

"Good. We suspected so. We now wish to ask what the empress has in mind foreign policy wise. Once we have a satisfactory answer, you will be released. Without any memories of this of course..."

One of them prepped a very vicious-looking device, rigged up to a server in the back of the car.

William Lewis made his appearance after the business class luggage was cleared. He appeared to have no staff with him He was somewhere in his thirties, short slim, dark eyes and close cropped black hair, a crisp suit and rimless glasses that were the height of fashion in Dyelli Beybi. He looked alert, although close proximity to the Dyellian would reveal the faint scent of what seemed to be bench cleaner.

This was of course Helmut Cola, the National 'soft-drink' of Dyelli Beybi. Banned in most countries, Helmut Cola was about 80% alcohol and said to contain traces of plutonium.

Had the Mephrasians not been expecting him he would look like any other traveller pushing a trolley loaded with two suitcases and a brief case. He paused at the exit to arrivals looking for someone who might be the reception committee...

Mei Mian was extremely pleased by the offer from Boico. "We are extremely humbled by your generosity. However, we are saddened to hear that you were recently involved in a war. We wish your people and your nation a swift recovery from the terrors of battle." She wore a sincere face. "Is there anything else you would like to discuss?"

"We thank you for your sympathy. At the time we have nothing else to disscuss. Goodbye, oh and remeber, if you ever need any assistance from our nation, you need only ask." The three diplomats bowed and turned to leave.

The two men looked at each other, and nodded.

"Good. We suspected so. We now wish to ask what the empress has in mind foreign policy wise. Once we have a satisfactory answer, you will be released. Without any memories of this of course..."

One of them prepped a very vicious-looking device, rigged up to a server in the back of the car.

Jet was shocked by the device that the men had just revealed, but was relieved that his words had seemed to have affected the terrorists. "Our Empress has a foreign policy of peaceful economic and cultural exchange. She has no intention of going on any warpath. Please, just leave us be."

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William Lewis made his appearance after the business class luggage was cleared. He appeared to have no staff with him He was somewhere in his thirties, short slim, dark eyes and close cropped black hair, a crisp suit and rimless glasses that were the height of fashion in Dyelli Beybi. He looked alert, although close proximity to the Dyellian would reveal the faint scent of what seemed to be bench cleaner.

This was of course Helmut Cola, the National 'soft-drink' of Dyelli Beybi. Banned in most countries, Helmut Cola was about 80% alcohol and said to contain traces of plutonium.

Had the Mephrasians not been expecting him he would look like any other traveller pushing a trolley loaded with two suitcases and a brief case. He paused at the exit to arrivals looking for someone who might be the reception committee...
Clyde Jones noticed that the flight had begun to disembark. He quickly pulled out his sign that he had premade to find the ambassador. He didn't seem to notice anyone dressed in any great finery, and started to worry that the diplomat had missed his flight. Nevertheless, he continued to hold out his sign, with a smile painted on his face. "I hope I didn't misspell the name of the ambassador," He thought. This was his first formal diplomatic mission, and he certainly didn't want to mess it up.

As the delegates made their way to the throne room, they couldn’t hope but notice the overall state of the residence. It was clear to the naked eye that extensive preparations have been made for this meeting, not even one speck of dust adorning the corridors.

As they entered the ‘throne room’ the first thing they noticed was the throne and the young empress. The second thing they noticed was the soldiers. To all of this Anna didn’t bat an eyelash. Although she was well aware of the meaning behind these actions, it mattered little to her. She had come here with a job and she intended to get it done.

On the other hand, Alex was most amused by this. ‘The kid has style,’ he though, although it was clear that the empress was no child. However, knowing his sister as he did, this would not impress her. It was however a bit unpleasant as the Damirans always considered the Mephrasi as friends and allies, despite certain concerns with the previous government and now with their new empress but, as long as it brought stability to the country, they had no issues with the leadership of Mephras.

Another thing that concerned him about the affair, the fact that this reception conveyed an increase of the role the military had in Mephras. For an economy such as theirs, it was concerning to see money heading towards guns and bombs while much better uses could be found for them. The Principality had indeed huge expenses with the military, but then again the Damiran economy was booming ever since they gained independence despite unfavourable conditions at turns.

As her brother was deep in thought, Anna made her way to the empress. She was a bit concerned about the attire remembering that her own riding costume was at dry cleaning and she was supposed to pick it yesterday, but other than that only the thought of a successful deal was in her mind.

“Greetings from The Principality of Damirez,” she said offering her hand for a hand shake.

The two men nodded.

"Good. Now we will wipe your mind. It won't hurt much, and we are pretty sure you will remember everything up to the last 5 hours. And this phrase: the empress is safe."

The man fitted the apparatus to the man's head and turned two buttons, before flicking a large orange switch.

"Now just relax"

The machine hummed, and waves quickly appeared on a tablet screen in the back of the car monitering the man's brainwaves.

"He's asleep now, and its done. We'll drop him off in an alley somewhere."

As the delegates made their way to the throne room, they couldn’t hope but notice the overall state of the residence. It was clear to the naked eye that extensive preparations have been made for this meeting, not even one speck of dust adorning the corridors.

As they entered the ‘throne room’ the first thing they noticed was the throne and the young empress. The second thing they noticed was the soldiers. To all of this Anna didn’t bat an eyelash. Although she was well aware of the meaning behind these actions, it mattered little to her. She had come here with a job and she intended to get it done.

On the other hand, Alex was most amused by this. ‘The kid has style,’ he though, although it was clear that the empress was no child. However, knowing his sister as he did, this would not impress her. It was however a bit unpleasant as the Damirans always considered the Mephrasi as friends and allies, despite certain concerns with the previous government and now with their new empress but, as long as it brought stability to the country, they had no issues with the leadership of Mephras.

Another thing that concerned him about the affair, the fact that this reception conveyed an increase of the role the military had in Mephras. For an economy such as theirs, it was concerning to see money heading towards guns and bombs while much better uses could be found for them. The Principality had indeed huge expenses with the military, but then again the Damiran economy was booming ever since they gained independence despite unfavourable conditions at turns.

As her brother was deep in thought, Anna made her way to the empress. She was a bit concerned about the attire remembering that her own riding costume was at dry cleaning and she was supposed to pick it yesterday, but other than that only the thought of a successful deal was in her mind.

“Greetings from The Principality of Damirez,” she said offering her hand for a hand shake.

The doors were opened, and two people stepped in. Mei Mian closely eyed One, a female who appeared to be somewhat older than herself. She was rather pretty, yet by no means as beautiful as herself. She was followed by a man who appeared to be about the same age as she, or possibly a little younger. She secretly wished he was the ambassador, because he was cute, in a somewhat goofy way. She was also pleased to see his reaction to the grandeur which she had presented. The female representative didn't seem to be affected, and Mei took this somewhat as a personal snub. She thought to herself "All of this work, and not so much as a blink of the eye. It has to be an act, no way a lowly ambassadress could be used to such splendor."

The lady boldly stepped before the throne, and offered her hand for a handshake. "Normally one would bow before an Empress," she huffed. "But what can one expect from a Damiran." She purposely overreacted, to try to knock the ambassadress off her toes. "Oh well, on to more important things. This is my personal adviser, Duke Dubois. I assume you are the ambassadress, and who is the young fellow who follows behind you?" While this was delivered in a harsh tone, when she looked at the man, she gave a slight wink. "I hope your trip has been pleasant so far."
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The two men nodded.

"Good. Now we will wipe your mind. It won't hurt much, and we are pretty sure you will remember everything up to the last 5 hours. And this phrase: the empress is safe."

The man fitted the apparatus to the man's head and turned two buttons, before flicking a large orange switch.

"Now just relax"

The machine hummed, and waves quickly appeared on a tablet screen in the back of the car monitering the man's brainwaves.

"He's asleep now, and its done. We'll drop him off in an alley somewhere."

Jet Kans awoke in an alley far from the center of Euphova. He couldn't seem to remember what had happened in the past few hours. His body ached all over, and his head was throbbing though. All of a sudden, a simple phrase popped into his head. "The empress is safe." That was all he could think as it repeated over and over in his head. He wasn't completely sure of his location, yet he hurried to find his way back to the Foreign Ministry and report on what was happened. He stumbled to his feet, and began walking.

The two men took a cab back to the remote place they had alnded on the coast. Here, they uncvered their boat, and pushed it out, driving in it back out to sea, where the frigate they had summoned would be waiting. the had no futher use in Mephras.

Clyde Jones noticed that the flight had begun to disembark. He quickly pulled out his sign that he had premade to find the ambassador. He didn't seem to notice anyone dressed in any great finery, and started to worry that the diplomat had missed his flight. Nevertheless, he continued to hold out his sign, with a smile painted on his face. "I hope I didn't misspell the name of the ambassador," He thought. This was his first formal diplomatic mission, and he certainly didn't want to mess it up.

"Good afternoon." Lewis trundled over to the man with the sign.

He extended a hand, "William Lewis, pleased to meet you Sir."

While he might not look important, Jones would notice immediately that Lewis was a foreigner, the accent was quite unmistakable, almost Irish.

"So... where do we go now?" he asked, secretly hoping that it would include lunch and alcohol.

A man approached Clyde Jones, looking somewhat like the average tourist or business person. The man extended his hand, and introduced himself as William Lewis. He had some sort of accent, that he couldn't really place. He seemed friendly enough.

"Hello, I am Clyde Jones, of the Foreign Ministry. You must be tired after that flight. I think we should have some food and sit down for a while before we get to the official meetings. If you will follow me, we have a car waiting."

"Ah excellent, I will of course follow your lead." Lewis nodded, following along behind Jones. He was in an unknown foreign country and really had no idea exactly what he was supposed to be doing...