NationStates Jolt Archive

Mei Mian yawned as she slowly stretched her arms above her head. The morning light was beginning to pour into the room. She blinked and gently rubbed her eyes as the world came back into focus. The hotel room was as she had remembered it. An empty champagne bottle and glasses sat on the corner table, clothing lay scattered about the room, memoirs of last night. She turned to her left and gazed at the Damiran lying next to her. Alex Rayne, her pursuit, was still sound asleep. She had her eyes on him since he first visited the royal palace with his sister, and now, she had finally gotten what she wanted.

It all happened rather quickly after she had come to the Damiran ball. As the formalities finished, the "festivities" began. However, as with most diplomatic functions, it consisted mainly of elderly ambassadors and leaders boring each other with stories of their respective nations, patting themselves on the back, and jockeying for greater recognition. Luckily Alex was there, and she asked for a "private tour" of the city. They slipped away from the party, and several hours later, ended up in the hotel room.

The empress was always looking for new challenges, and she considered this conquest as quite a success. Of course she was attracted to him, but as with everything in her life, there was a political dimension to her actions. He was a highly connected Damiran, and sister to the Mephrasian envoy. On one level she saw it as a sort of diplomatic espionage, however her feelings for Alex were growing deeper, and the line between business and pleasure was beginning to blur.

She slipped out of the bed, threw on a robe, and stepped out onto the hotel balcony. The sun was still on the horizon, however the day was beginning to take shape, and it everything seemed beautiful and calm. Her mind, however, was the exact opposite, whirling with emotions, doubts, questions. She wasn't really sure where to go from here, and to a certain extent, her control of the situation was slipping. Despite all of this, she wasn't scared, but excited by the varied prospects of the future. It was only just beginning, but things were already changing fast.

Mei stepped back into the room, began to browse the room service menu, and waited for Alex to wake up.

The soft silk sheets caressing his skin, the light of the sun bathing the room through the open curtains and the warm, smaller body besides him, this was what Alexander Rayne’s mind registered as he awakened from his peaceful slumber. A look of bewilderment and surprise adorned his features as he realized just who was lying next to him with a pleasant smile on her face.

“… Shit!” he almost screamed, refraining himself in the last possible moment as to not awaken the empress of Mephras, Mei Mian. “Waking up in bed with an empress, now that’s the way to start the day,” he told himself, chuckling slightly to himself, trying very hard not to consider the implications of this act.

It had all started innocent enough, the first time he had met the empress. He was at a time, just an attaché to his sister, assisting her in dealing with the new ‘government’ of Mephras. It had worked well enough, until the empress expressed an interest in meeting him after the meeting.

“Alex, be careful,” his sister told him, at which he replied jokingly, “Hey, what can I do if I’m irresistible?” while ignoring the worried look on his sister’s face.

The meeting in the royal gardens as Mei called them was an interesting one. While a playboy and superficial man on the outside, Alex hid a surprising level of understanding behind that façade. A graduate of one of the top military academies in The Principality and one of the rising stars of the nation, he knew all too well that not all was laughs and smiles with the empress.

What he saw in the garden surprised even him. Mei was an intriguing woman, with less shallowness to her than he expected. True, she dwelled into maters that she had yet to fully understand, but her ambition shined brightly.

The meeting left him with a lot of curiosities, but it slowly receded in the back of his mind, until the Ball that is. Her speech at the event had certainly made him raise his eyebrow as he realized just how little some knew about his country, but nothing more. He didn’t expect for the empress to request for him as a guide, but one thing lead to another and then…

“Yes, I’m officially in a mess.”

This was a very delicate affair for him. He knew that somewhere inside of him, something stirred for the ambitious young empress, yet he also had his duty. He was not however low enough to use this relation as a way to gain information about Mephras, but he also knew that under now circumstance he will betray Damirez.

“We’ll just see where it leads,” he whispered and returned to the warmth of the empress arms.

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Moments, minutes, hours later, he felt the lithe body of Mei moving as she got out of bed and then the soft morning wind touching his cheeks once she went out on the balcony.

When she started browsing through the room service menu he finally sat up, smiling at the woman and squeezing her shoulders lightly.

Two months had passed since that night, but her heart had only increased in love of Alex. The relationship had grown and flowered, despite still being concealed from the public. Meetings were brief, passionate delights, separated by the forced drudgery of a political life. When they were together, she could let down her mask, and be as she truly was. All her worries and stress melted away when he was with her. He was her confidant, and her closest friend. Two weeks had passed since they last met, and his absence was weighing heavily on Mei. Even the splendor of the court failed to ease her longing. She spent increasing amounts of time secluded in her private apartments, which worried the ministers of government and lead to unfounded rumor among the populace.

Today was no different, as she sat up in her bed. Raindrops gently rapped against her window, which looked out on a dreary autumn day in the capital. It was already afternoon, yet she had not prepared for the day. In her hand she held a fountain pen, with which she was writing to her lover. The thought of him reading her words filled her with joy, as if for one brief second, separated by thousands of miles, they would connect again. Yet the note also pressed on the wound of his long absence.

Dearest Alex,

My eternal love, I sit here, in this gilded prison, feeling nothing but the hollowness of your absence. Each hour seems as if a thousand years of desert exile, filled with nothing but bitter emptiness. I fear that much more of this separation will drive me to complete depression. Without you by my side, I feel weak, unable to face the day. Return to me, my love, let us no longer hide our affections. Let us rather, announce it on the rooftops. I no longer fear any repercussion, and am ready to tell the world. Let me feel your strong embrace, without secret. Return to the palace, and return my joy. I shall count the hours until your arrival.

Yearning for You Always,
Mei

Finishing the letter, she quickly prepared the note for delivery, summoned the Imperial Messenger, and gave precise instructions to ensure its prompt delivery. As she was left again to her privacy, her head began to fill with dreamy imaginings of her love, and his return to her arms.

”Be careful Alex”, the words of his sister haunted him every time he woke up in the morning. He had played with fire and now he was getting burned. ”Who would have guessed?” he silently asked himself as he thought about his growing relation with the empress of Mephras. He had known, ever since that night spent with her in the hotel, that something was happening inside of him. Love?

Whatever the answer was, he had little time to think about it as he finished his morning preparations and headed to work. Surprisingly, despite the sensitive area in which he operated, nobody inquired him on his affair with Mei, but he knew that it was only a matter of time, there were no fools in Damirez. ”I wonder who found out first,” he laughed at the thought, trying to imagine which of his superiors received the task of informing the others about this.

“Alex, a moment of your time,” his thoughts were interrupted by the voice of his commanding officer as he entered his office. ’Finally, the pressure was killing me,’ he thought as he felt relieved, realizing for the first time how taxing this secrecy was for himself.

”Yes sir, immediately,” came his answer as he followed his superior to his office. As he entered, the older man silently pointed him a chair and offered him coffee, the elixir of the gods for those working like there’s no tomorrow. ”Sir, if I may ask, what is this all about?” he finally ventured forward and asked.

”You already know about what Alex,” the officer replied with familiarity in his voice. ”It’s causing quite an uproar you know? This relation of yours.”

How well aware he was of that. His sister had warned him of the effects this would have on his career and future, but for some reason he felt unable to stop, to deny his lips to taste the sweet nectar of Mei’s lips, the soft fragrance of her body, the warmth he felt from her. ”I am aware of that sir, I am ready to face the consequences that my relation may bring upon me,” came his brave response as he knew what he was gambling.

”There’s no consequence Alex, just a warning,” his boss chuckled almost smiling at the serious face on his subordinate. ”You have a very important position here, the man started again, ”Expect your relation to be kept under close scrutiny at all times. I know you value your privacy, but…”

So much was left untold and Alex knew it. His superior was purposefully avoiding the finer points of this, most likely to spare him from details he understood without needing. This was not child’s play, this was about the interests of The Principality and although Alex was a lover, he was first and foremost a Damiran. ”I understand sir, he acknowledged the other man’s words, realizing that his relation although frowned upon was not something forbidden.

Lifting out of his chair and slowly placing the cup of coffee back on the table, he headed out of the office, but not before saying a few more words, ”Thank you sir!”

In the office, left alone, his commander could only think about one thing ’Young love,’. There would be many obstacles in the path of this romance, he knew that better than Alex or Mei, but he hoped that the young couple will manage to surpass the differences between them.

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In his own office, just moments after this conversation, Alex was reading a short letter for Mei, her yearning for him obvious in those few words. He couldn’t help but feel that this talk was somehow related to the letter.

”Figures, they always know,” he said as he started writing his own, short reply.

My sweet Mei,

Expect me in a few days.

Alex


A short, unworthy reply, but for all the bubbling feelings in his heart, he did not find the words to express the desires of his heart. ”I think I need to talk to my sister… This is getting serious.”

Mei's heart warmed as she spied through her bedroom windows, the royal messenger approaching the residence. She quickly readied herself to receive his note. Two days had passed, and she had been so anxious to receive his reply that she had barely slept. As she finally clasped the small envelope, she imagined his warm hands clasping the note as well. Her deep brown eyes poured quickly over the brief letter, which confirmed her greatest joy. Alex would be visiting the palace in a few days.

She hurried to inform the palace of the special arrival. There was a general reaction of joy for her, especially among the palace staff, however, some were less than excited about the arrival of the Damiran. There were whispers among some of the chief ministers, speaking of the Damiran spy coming to manipulate the empress for his own nation's good. Many were apprehensive, some were angry, but few wanted to challenge the wishes of the empress, after all, she had led the nation into a period of great prosperity, and the people still adored her. So in front of their displeasure they placed wide smiles, and congratulated the empress on her newly announced relationship.

Behind the jubilation, however, Sutan Vernberg, Minister of the Armed forces, was extremely displeased by the news. Over my dead body will I let our nation be ruined by those Damiran barbarians. For now, he would simply watch, but if the nation was threatened, he wouldn't hesitate to act. He had a small palace clique which shared his anti-foreign views, and he could count on their loyalty in the event of a crisis.

Mei, not completely fooled by their exaggerated jubilation, had decided to keep as much of the meeting from the eyes of her ministers as was possible. She knew that there would be a few unhappy with her choice of partner, but she played it carefully. She was going to meet her love far away from the capital, at the royal villa on the southern coast, only attended by her closest servants. After all, this was foremost a personal matter, and she took extreme care to separate her public and private lives, even if it was becoming increasingly difficult. The weather would be beautiful, enhanced by the lovely natural surroundings. She sighed gently and returned to preparing for his arrival. Only a few more days, and finally, I will be able to relax beside my love.

”Sorry Alex, I really don’t know what to say, this is quite a problematic affair. On one hand I’d like to see you happy, on the other I’m not so sure about how this will end up, Anna’s words came from the cell phone. His sister was away from the country on an important diplomatic mission and as such there was no way for them to speak face to face. Despite that, they had a very extensive conversation on the phone, the depleting batteries of his cell standing proof to that and it was only when the faint warning buzz of the phone interrupted their talk that his sister gave him the advice he needed. ”You know what Alex, if you love her then we shouldn’t be having this conversation."

As the cell died down, the screen suddenly turning blank, he realized that his sister was right. He did love her even though he was afraid to admit it. It was strange and in the same time refreshing to know that. He also realized that his decision was taken long before he made the call to his sister. ”So that’s how it is, you traitorous heart,” he chuckled as he started making plans. He had a few free days, leftovers from his vacation which he enjoyed escorting his sister to Mephras, and he intended to make full use of them.

”I’ll need to pack again…” he lamented as he opened an empty briefcase on his bed a frown on his face as packing was the one thing he hated to do above all else, maybe as a reminiscence of his youth when every time he packed it meant that he was changing homes yet again. As he ordered his shirts and underwear he couldn’t help but reflect, as he did countless times before, about the future. He loved her, he was sure about it now, but he also knew he loved his country. How do you pick between loves?

”Bummers.”

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The worries Alex had about his supposedly divided loyalties were reflected a thousand times more by higher echelon officials of The Principality. This relation, although not frowned upon, the Damirans being fairly tolerant as long as it did not threatened their vital interests, was watched with great interest and worry. The go ahead that the young Damiran received was carefully pondered and even afterwards many doubts remained. Thus it came with no surprise that conversation like the following were carried around.

”Are you sure about that?” an officer asked his colleague as he slowly sipped his hot coffee, enjoying the taste of the dark liquid. ”I’m just afraid to consider what will happen if these two ever get in an argument.”

The other officer, a woman, answered his question with a dreamy look on her face, one that he had often seen before just before she managed to ransack the enemy lines in simulations or even though a bit less often on the battlefield. ”You men have no idea about romance,” she tapped his nose playfully, ”Despite all obstacles they still managed to get this far, their future will be interesting to follow,” she ended her reply a thoughtful expression adorning her face now.

”News from Mephras doesn’t look good in that direction; there are some that might oppose this relation quite vocally. That’s going to be a problem.”

”I know, I know that, but if it happens we’ll be ready,” she told him, her voice without trace of her earlier dreamy demeanour.

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Getting in Mephras without attracting much attention was not as easy as he thought, but despite the relative rough ride he had managed to pull it off. After convincing his superiors that he needed those free days for relaxation, despite the snickers that could be heard all across the building afterwards, he immediately made travel preparations. It was not easy to keep a low profile, especially when chances were that the secret services of more than one country were keeping an eye on him, but he managed to pull it off, or so he thought.

The weather in southern Mephras was favourable to him and with a bit of physical effort on his part he managed to make the final stretches much faster than he expected. He was really looking forward towards this meeting and, with a few last moment arrangements to his person; he ringed the bell of the mansion.

A gentle breeze rustled the rows of orange trees in the formal gardens of the villa, where a team of gardeners was manicuring the lawns and pruning the trees. The entire seaside estate was abuzz with activity. Maids and butlers quickly rushed through each of the rooms, dusting the light fixtures and furniture, waxing the marble floors, and making sure everything was in it's correct place. On the south veranda, a large spread of delicacies from all around Nova was being set, as the entire staff prepared for the special arrival.

Intermingled with the various servants were the black suited members of the Mephrasian Secret Service. Security posts had been set up within a 3 mile radius of the house, and patrol boats had been deployed in the near coastal waters. Everyone knew the risks associated with the meeting of the two lovers, and of the many groups who would love to interfere. So far, nothing unusual had been reported, although it was only the day of his arrival.

Mei stood in the entry foyer, directing the various servants as they prepared the house. As she gave instructions for placing a large vase of flowers on the center table, her mind drifted happily to the knowledge that Alex would soon be there. She thought about the relaxation that she hope would occur, although she also knew the fact that things were getting serious, and it was becoming nearly impossible to separate their love and their countries. As much as she wished for privacy, the eyes of everyone in the two nations were slowing turning towards them. But for now, she pushed the thoughts out of her head, and returned to her preparations.

As the car carrying Alex snaked along the roads toward the villa, the Secret Service closely monitored its progress, communicating with each other making sure all was clear. As the car neared the front of the house, Mei was informed of his imminent arrival. She quickly checked herself in the hall mirror, and ran to the front to receive him. As Alex stepped out of the car, a small group of Secret Service escorted him to the door.

He opened the door, and Mei ran to embrace him. As the two shared the first touch in what had seemed an eternity, an unassuming servant reached into his pocket, pulled out his cellular phone, stepped out of sight, and made a quick call. As soon as the receiver picked up the man whispered, "he's here." quickly shut the phone, and returned to his post.

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Meanwhile, in an opulent townhouse in Euphova, a small meeting of well dressed men and women sitting around a table received the brief message from the villa. They, who represented some of the most influential people in the nation, all nodded in approval, and continued to discuss their plans. For now, the monitoring would continue, without any action. There time had not yet come, however each one realized it was quickly approaching.

Despite the lavish preparation obviously made for his arrival, Alex ignored the world around him as he took the empress in his arms. He knew he had missed her, but he had no idea just how much until he felt her soft lips on his own. Picking her up in his arms, ignoring her startled yelp he headed towards the stairs, only to stop with an inquisitive look on his face.

”Where’s the bedroom?

Even with all his preventive measure and the fact that he had done all that it was possible to avoid detection, a close watch was kept on the Damiran. It was not a matter of questioning his loyalties as the boy had proven before that he loved his country, but rather a problem regarding his safety. Nobody back home wanted to risk his life especially given the implication that such an event might have. As such, unassuming, unknown to any a pair of eyes was kept over him at all times.

”Things are going to get hot,” the agent whispered to himself as his target entered the building and reaching safety. The ones opposed to this relation probably had their own men inside the villa, but it was doubtable that they would risk it.

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Back home, troubling news were brought by the intel agency. Things were moving in Mephras and most likely not the way The Principality wanted them to move. The report compiled by several agents was listened with rapt interest by various officials as one of the intel ops started presenting it.

”…the most problematic part regarding this is the fact that many of the ones involved seem to be high ranking officials in the country and as such hold a great deal of power in the national affairs of Mephras. I doubt the Empress isn’t aware about their plotting, but better safe than sorry,” the woman finished her report.

”That’s a hornet’s nest, one we don’t want stirred,” admiral Fatima broke the silence that followed the report. ”It was only recently that the country started moving towards a better position and now they get this hanging over their heads.”

”It may not be as bad as you thing, in a way, the fact that the interests groups opposing the relation of the empress are forced to make their move soon, whilst the empress is in a much more favourable position makes it easier for them to be countered,” general Belisarius replied,”Imagine what would have happened if they had enough time to properly assemble for such a move, if indeed that’s what they are going to do.”

”I know that, it doesn’t make things easier though. We were lulled in a state of peace by the stability the empress brought to the country only to wake with something like this happening,” Fatima added, ”It’s highly probable however that they would have done something like this sooner or later and the consequences would have been much direr.”

”So far this is just speculation on our part,” the agent interrupted them, ”This is just one possible scenario, and even though there is heavy evidence regarding the fact that something might happen, we can’t say for sure that this is the outcome we are to expect.”

”Nothing is certain in this world, nevertheless it doesn’t cost to be prepared.” And with the words of the general, plans were laid down.

Soon afterwards, Damiran troops made their way to the southern borders of the country. It was a slow and carefully planned process as to avoid unwarranted attention brought to this action. The units based in the southern part of the country went in reserve, maintaining the same number of active personnel in appearances, but the truth was that each and everyone of the ‘reservists’ waited for the phone call. Simultaneous to this, the island of Delos saw heavy traffic. Nothing unusual about this as the Principality had other affairs that required a heightened state of alert for the navy, but the set of plans prepared now was entirely different.

Even with all the preparations being made the general belief was that there would be no crisis, but after all it was better to be prepared than sorry.

Mei melted into Alex's arms, as she was overwhelmed with the joy of them being reunited. They were both obviously excited, and she was ready to enjoy his "company" once again. They quickly hurried off, and they filled the next few days with endless pursuits of pleasure. Everything appeared perfect among the cool breezes and endless sun, like a dream, and the reality of the world seemed to slip away.

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However, outside the closely guarded villa, the country seemed to be moving ever closer to crisis. The party which had met only days before in the Euphova townhouse was becoming bolder, their criticism of the empress and her relations was becoming harsher and increasingly public. While much of the criticism was ignored, a small group of the public, largely uneducated and unemployed, took to the anti-foreign call.

Sutan Vernberg, considered the leader of this group, was becoming increasingly jumpy. Having this man in the country, and in the empress's bedroom, will lead to nothing but destruction Things were moving fast, and he was going on national news programs, expressing his extreme distaste for the empress's relationship. Increasing his nerves were whispers of movement among the Damirans. Sutan was not an ignorant man, and knew that the Damirans were watching closely, and even his tight security would likely be breeched.

His time frame was becoming increasingly small, and the time for action was quickly approaching. I can't just seize control of the country. That would be suicide. However, he could falsely implicate the Damiran, and somewhat tarnish the name of the empress, at least long enough to gain a quick boost for his actions, enough to stifle some resistance. If all went well, the Damiran would be expelled, the empress could be placed under his control, and the country would once again be as he wished.

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A few days later, a well dressed female newscaster quickly read the teleprompter before her. "We have breaking news out of the Mephrasian Intelligence Agency. Documents have surfaced which implicate the young Damiran Alex Rayne in several acts of espionage, concerning crucial state secrets which may have fallen into Damiran hands. While the claims have yet to be verified, many have risen to verify the claims in the documents. There has been no word yet if the empress knew of these actions, and she has yet to comment."

Sutan clicked off the TV, and smirked with glee. Those who supported Vernberg rushed to support the papers, obvious forgeries, in an attempt to lend validity to the claims. He had assumed leadership of the "investigation," and had quickly ordered that the villa be sealed off, and that all present be held until the investigation could be formally "concluded." With the empress in check, he could quickly purge her supporters and establish control of the government. He also assumed informal control of the military, just in case things would turn sour.

No looking back now.

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As the new was reported, a small group of soldiers burst through the front door of the villa and quickly found the empress and Alex. "What is the meaning of this!" Mei demanded as the group poured into the room. One of the soldiers pointed at Alex and quickly replied. "I'm sorry your highness, but this man is being investigated for espionage. We have orders to keep you here for the time being to assure your safety." Mei was completely taken aback. How could this be true? It just doesn't seem right. She stood there, feeling hopeless, yet knowing that something needed to be done, and fast, or she would lose both her love and her country.

”Damn, didn’t see this one coming,” Alex whispered sarcastically to himself as the Mephrasi soldiers entered the villa. In just one moment things shifted from an idyllic vacation with Mian to a scene from a nightmare, and the worst thing about it was the fact that were he not on cloud nine in the arms of the Empress he would have been better prepared for this.

Looking at the distraught woman as the soldiers moved in to apprehend him he realized that he couldn’t afford to start anything. If he did, the risks for both Mian’s well being and for his were increasing through the roof, and he was not planning on becoming a scapegoat for further devious schemes.

”Have faith,” he told Mian as he was taken out of the room, expressing in those two words everything he wanted the empress to understand about this situation. He was no spy or gigolo using his charms to gain information, but whilst he knew it, Mian didn’t and it wouldn’t do for her to believe that he betrayed her.

”So gentlemen, where are you taking me?” he inquired his captors as they exited the villa.

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Outside the villa the sudden influx of military vehicles was not unnoticed as the agent on surveillance duty was quick to spot them.

”And there was only one day left,” he grumbled, displeased by this before grabbing his phone and making an important call. ”Somebody ruined the party, I think we’re going to need some clean-up, maybe someone that can get the wine stains out of the carpet.”

”I think that can be arranged, we’ve been saving for clean-up ever since the party got started, I knew those kids are going to do a mess,” the voice at the end of the line calmly replied. ”Let’s just hope the carpet isn’t done for.

”What can you do, teenagers will be teenagers. There’s no party without them screwing something around the house,” the agent continued transforming the conversation in what would seem to an outside observer as a conversation between two worried parents.

”Oh, before I forget, aunt Marge wants to visit,” the voice at the end of the line added before closing.

Looking for a short moment at the phone after hanging up the agent lifted from his chair grabbing a small device from a table. ”Time we should get started then.”

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Back home the news wasn’t well received. They suspected that something was about to happen, even started making preparations for this event, but this didn’t make it less unpleasant.

”So, the worst case scenario?” general Belisarius asked the other participants at a tele conference.

”Not quite,” Emilian Davout, the foreign minister of the Principality replied. ”It could have been worse.”
”Always the optimist Emilian,” president Librescu replied sarcastically to the statement of his foreign minister, obviously displeased with how events were going. Lately the country faced crisis after crisis.

”He is right though,” an old, grandfatherly looking, man replied, ”So far both Alexander and the Empress are alive and we have already initiated operations to keep that so. They’re aiming at discrediting the Empress and sipping away at her power base whilst making us to look as the guilty party here.”

”Nothing new here,” Admiral Fatima Al’Hamil added to the conversation, frustration obvious in her voice as she was thousand of miles away from the country.

”Probably not Fatima, but that doesn’t make the situation less dangerous for us,” the old man quickly replied, ”And that is my main concern. So far Mian had a relatively good influence on the country, despite her opposition to actions made by The Principality. However, take that away and replace it with a rabid hater of anything Damiran and you’re not bound to get a pretty picture.”

”How do you propose we solve this then?” Librescu asked the elder man, knowing that the nation could not afford to have a hostile nation at its borders.

”Well, we’ll need support from the empress…”

In Mephras, operatives received a new mission. It was of utmost importance to contact the empress whilst keeping a close eye on the fate of Alex Rayne.

On the Internet and on the waves the Damiran propaganda machine started fighting back against the lies uttered by the supporters of Sutan. It did help that the nation had heavy investments in the northern area of the country which had improved the standard of life there.

It was now only a matter of time before the end finally came for a chess match started long ago.

Have faith.

These words kept cycling in Mei's head, over and over. She still hadn't fully processed what had happened. She had never heard any of this until this very moment. She knew that she had many enemies who wished her harm, but this took her by surprise. Who could she trust anymore? and larger than that, who was behind this? She knew she had to play it cool, but she still held influence within the country. For now, she would do as her captors wished, but would assert her position as empress. She would try to find answers, and most of all, support.

She was escorted back to the Royal Palace in Euphova, where she was kept under strict guard for "security reasons." Every move she made was closely monitored, although none of the guards would directly admit to the fact that they were spying on their own sovereign. She was kept from the public eye, but nevertheless attempted to stay abreast of the events unfolding outside her gilded cage. Every second which passed, her situation became more precarious.

While she was worried for herself and her nation, she also worried about Alex. She hadn't seen him since the incident at the villa. Every time she asked, she was assured of his safety, but she was quite uneasy, knowing that her enemies held her love hostage, unscrupulous people who would think nothing of his death. Yet she also was assured, knowing that Alex was not foolish, and could most likely take care of himself.

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As the days continued to progress, the nation seemed ready to split apart. The people were demanding to see the empress, yet continued to be told that it was too dangerous for her to make an appearance, or even a public message. In the affluent north, with media connections to Damirez, tensions were running extremely high, and many feared that the free movement between the nations would soon cease, plunging them back into the poverty which plagued many other regions of the nation.

The rest of the country seemed to slowly slip into chaos. No one seemed to know who was in power anymore, and paranoia set in as some rallied to the anti-Damiran call, while others kept silent, and worried about their futures. In the capital, student protests were an everyday occurrence, lasting all day. Major violence had until this point been prevented, although small skirmishes had been reported in some areas. The economy was suffering, and beneath the confusion, there was a sense that order needed to be restored somehow.

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So those Damirans think they can play in our politics? Sutan scowled as he rewatched the news feed coming from their northern neighbor. This is a matter of internal security, I doubt they would appreciate us commenting on their many flaws, hmmm? As confident as he seemed, he was more nervous than ever. While he needed power, he didn't need the spotlight firmly on his doings. The citizens were becoming ever more disorderly, and he needed to tighten the leash.

He gazed out over the central square of the capital, the same square where Mei had risen to power only a few years ago. People were once again in the square, yet the optimism was gone, replaced by fear and anger. If only I had her charisma, then maybe I could harness them with my words. He knew what he was about to do could be risky, but it was also necessary for the country to achieve any semblance of normalcy under his rule. He summoned his advisers, and dispatched his instructions.

Several hours later, notices began appearing on signs around the country. Sutan had ordered that martial law be put into place around the nation, until the nation had returned to as he stated, "normalcy and decorum." This should buy me a bit more time He hoped he could hold on a bit longer, but things seemed to be crumbling before they had even been built.

“The shadows are moving…

Ever since Mei came to power in Mephras, several ‘special’ operatives had been inserted in the country to insure he survival at the time given the numerous attempts made by an unnamed party to end her life. Once the threat vanished, the operatives lied down, hiding in the shadows waiting for the next moment in which they were needed. Some of them took unassuming jobs as maintenance workers or labourers around the royal palace, but such was not the case with all of them. Taking advantage of her Mephrasi roots one of them managed to grab a job as a maid serving the empress.

The quiet, shy, obedient role she played made many ignore her but her hard working ways insured her promotion through the ranks. The charade continued, until one day.

”Auntie’s sick,” the phone call said. Tears filled her eyes and the few who noticed her inquired why. ”My aunt’s sick, she’s all I have left in this world.” Convincing acting on her part and her leave of absence was overlooked. After all a sick relative of such importance does not warrant closer attention to be paid to the habits of one employee, especially one as hard working as she was.

It was then that the empress returned to the royal palace. As expected all loyal employees were removed from attending to her needs, closing her ties to the world. Replacements were brought forward and with a thick wad of cash, which she was to use to pay the expensive treatment of her aunt, her loyalty was ‘bought’.

”Yes, I’ll make sure that the empress knows nothing of the outside world,” she barely managed to whisper as the money she needed to treat her aunt was pushed in her face.

Several hours later, she happily called her ‘aunt’, ”Auntie, everything’s going to be fine, I’ll make sure that you receive the best treatment there is!”

”oh Sara! the concerned voice at the other end replied, ”Don’t do anything foolish for my sake! You have the entire life ahead of you, don’t waste it for an old woman.”

”Auntie!”

A normal conversation, the aunt, worried about her niece doing things she shouldn’t for her sake. Perhaps selling her body? At least that’s what the ones at the third end of the line were to gather. But vital information was delivered with each line, each word and whisper of concern.

And then in a day like all others for the imprisoned empress, the maid entered her room, politely knocking and asking at first. ”My Lady, may I enter? I have to change your sheets.”

With the escalating crisis, the time for ‘Sara’ to act had come. Just one word of confirmation from the Empress and the caged bird would be set loose.

It was difficult to make contact, given the constant surveillance, but she was well prepared. The hardest part was drawing the attention of the empress to the fact that she wanted to make contact. So far Sara had made shy attempts to communicate with the empress on various topics, looking overwhelmed by her role as a royal caretaker.

Her attempt today was a bit different…

”The royal gardens are wonderful today your majesty, the lilies are in full bloom. I expect that in a few days the gardeners are going to start working at planting new flowers,” the first place she spent time with Alex, the name of the hotel they shared their first night of passion and the content of his latest letter. It was all up to the empress now.

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”So, where are you taking me?” Alex inquired his captors with a hint of boredom as he was transported towards an unknown destination. It was clear from their posture that they didn’t like him and all, but he knew that information could be found in the most unlikely places.

”Not the talkative types are you?” he continued, ignoring their annoyed faces. ”You know, at least if you had a pack of cards we could have played something.”[I] He was testing them and he knew it, but knowing just how far he had to go to determine a reaction from them was important. He doubted that his captors were greenhorns, but rather trained professionals so it was imperative that he knew what the breaking point was, even at the cost of bodily harm.

[I]”And are you sure…” he continued.

Meanwhile, a few miles behind the convoy, a car was following the same path. Inside it several tourists were heading towards the beach and the mountains.

”Yes mama, I won’t waste all my gas, I know,” one of the occupants had an angry conversation with someone at a mobile phone. ”No, we’re not lost, we just misread the road signs. We’ll be there eventually.

So far the order had pointed at keeping a close watch and not much else, but that was subject to change if needed.

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At the borders of Mephras, more and more vehicles could be noted. The pretence of stealth was still in place, but given the agitation in the neighbouring country preparations were at an all time high. General Belisarius himself paid a visit to the region to inspect the Damiran forces there.

”So, how are you boys tonight?” the general asked a platoon of soldiers on leave he encountered in a bar.

Recognizing him instantly, the men jumped to salute, ”Fine sir! Enjoying our leave sir!”

”No need for formalities men,” came the reply accompanied by a smile. Belisarius knew that stress and tension were counter productive and as such allowed for the men to enjoy themselves when they were off duty even if it meant the occasional bar fight. It also meant that on the field discipline was not an issue, the army as a whole working in a fluid manner. ”Drinks on me tonight! he loudly proclaimed in the cheers of the soldiers.

’Three armies ready to go and three others gearing up,’ the general thought to himself analysing the state of affairs. ’The fleet’s already prepared. All that’s left is for the sign.’ Finishing the line of though, he looked mournfully at the partying men. ’How many will I send to their deaths?’ he asked himself before joining the celebration.

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”Where is the empress?” this was the question circulating in the media and internet. To accompany it, other disturbing questions were placed on the network by Damirans or, surprisingly, by scared Mephrasi, ”A new dictatorial regime?”, “No more freedom of speech?”, “Power Play?”

The Damirans took off their gloves in dealing with Sutan. It was easy for the news papers and television to saw the tragic story of the well meaning empress usurped by her evil advisor. Careful not to offend the Mephrasi in any way, they hit as hard as possible in Sutan’s public image aiming at reducing whatever public support the man might have had and raising outcries from the population.

One interesting interview was issued to the media by Octavius Belisarius, the man appearing very concerned and distress, ”Well, I wanted to build a couple of hospitals and schools in Mephras and I wanted to talk with the Empress about it, but…” in a business like manner Octavius created the impression of someone stopping the benefits he could have brought on to Mephras, illustrating the empress as a woman that wanted only what was best for her country.

Poverty had always been an issue in Mephras and now that card was played with Sutan as the cause for all of it.

This is why when the Martial Law was announced the ground was already set for a downfall. The media from Southern Damirez, unobstructed by the law continued emitting and a few daring souls south of the borders were made aware that the Damirans were willing to shed their blood for them should the Mephrasi ask.

The days continued to drag on as Mei was secluded within her apartments. She hadn't spoken with anyone of substance in what seemed like weeks, and she was horrified about what might be going on outside of the walls of the castle. Today had begun like any other, as the maid, who seemed to be knew, stepped into her room. She paid little attention, as always, while she went about her work. The maid, however, seemed to be in an odd mood, and seemed to be closely observing the empress. She uttered a few lines, looking directly into Mei's eyes. The words immediately conjured images of the garden, and of her first meeting with Alex. That day, which seemed like ages ago, when things were still carefree. The garden was still beautiful, yet it seemed less, with the horrors which surrounded it.

Realizing something important had just occurred, she glanced suddenly at the maid. Their eyes connected, and she realized that she could help her, however they were no doubt still closely watched. She replied, "Yes, the garden does seem to be coming along well, however there seem to be some nasty weeks that have sprouted in the rose garden. I fear we might need to call in some special gardeners to deal with that problem. Hopefully they can be hired soon." She starred into the young maids eyes, to assure that she knew what she was saying. The young girl seemed to understand, finished tidying the room, and left.

Mei suddenly felt a rush of hope, yet she struggled to contain it. A smile slowly spread across her face, as she reflected on the new chance she had been given. However she also realized the extreme danger still present and hoped it would not lead to extreme bloodshed. She did not want to endanger the life of the young operative. She decided that for now, she would simply wait for further instructions.

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The convoy carrying Alex snaked along the coastal roads in the southeastern area of Mephras. A few black vans, it attempted to maintain as low a profile as possible. It was nearing midnight as the convoy turned off the main road, and entered a small military installation. Composed of a few buildings and a radar station, no serious operations were based here, and it was kept maintained for a time such as this, where small secret operations could be maintained.

The convoy was allowed through the checkpoint, and slowly came to a stop. Alex was quickly searched and ushered into a small, room, which contained a small opening in the door to allow for communication to the outside. A middle aged man in military uniform snarled at him. "Stay quiet, and you might get some food tonight." This man, the leader of the small outpost, had been given strict orders to monitor Alex, however to make sure that he knew nothing of what was occurring on the outside. He was to be kept alive at all costs, for his death would no doubt cause a full scale invasion. The commander placed two guards outside the room, and returned to his desk. He picked up the outdated phone, and called to his contact in the capital. "The target has been secured."

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Meanwhile in the capital, things had gone from bad to worse. Sutan's grip, which he had thought would be strengthened by martial law, had only slipped further. The army was not sufficient to maintain order, and the people were challenging curfews throughout the nation. Further adding to the crisis was the almost open rebellion in the north. News of Damiran buildup was also leaking into the country, and their new stations were broadcasting non-stop propaganda against the new leader.

Sutan could feel the breath of Damirez on his neck, and he knew things were getting desperate. But he still held a few trump cards. The Empress was still under control, as well as the Damiran favorite son. As long as they were under his control, he still held a small advantage. Even though it seemed impossible, he was not going to give up without a fight. He called for military units to be on full alert, and had even positioned some units near the Damiran border. He knew an attack on Damirez would be suicide, in the desperate situation, he realized battles might not be far off. His support wearing thin, and with the country in shambles, his willingness to risk was increasing. Sutan's fear of repercussions almost gone, Mephras seemed a nation on the brink of serious meltdown.

Finally the long journey of the agents following Alex came to an end; they now had the final location of the convoy, preliminary preparations being made almost immediately. With the Martial Law in place any kind of action was proving to be increasingly difficult, but careful observation proved invaluable in allowing the agents freedom of movement. A small house was rented from a local, the ‘tourists’ blaming the Martial Law for the fact that they were stuck in the area, not willing to risk travelling in such circumstances and defying the law, their complaints and cash easily proving the truth of their words.

Inside their new established ‘Headquarters,’ one of the agents made a report regarding the situation including data collected so far and suggested action in the event Alex’s liberation was ordered. Outside the others were having a party with two of them chatting in a corner.

What nobody realized though was exactly what the two were talking about.

”Around sixty men, only a third of them being actual soldiers, the others being tech personnel and officers,” the woman whispered to her companion between kisses.

”Layout?” the other agent continued his inquiry.

”Nothing fancy, seems that the location was intended to be a small radio installation for observation in the area,” she took a glance at the other agents, one of them playing the part of the chef. She frowned as she realized that the meat was going to get burned. ”Damn, he’s ruining the steak.”

Her counterpart chuckled at her words and continued, ”Location of the target?”

”Central building of the outpost,” she had concluded this after observing the habits of the guards, the building being the only one constantly guarded.

”Activity?

”Not much, they’re probably trying to keep the location low profile,” she left the arms of the man with a smile on her lips.

As she left, the thoughts of the man focused on the task at hand and more specifically on their objective, ’Low key military installation, no real importance from a military point of view, probably maintained here exactly for this type of operation. Sutan’s playing a dangerous game here.’

Shortly afterwards, the report was sent, a lurking submarine of the shores of Mephras risking it position in order to receive it. Naval activity around Mephras was however a common occurrence lately and it was doubtable that the Mephrasi army would make anything of it if they detected it, a doubtable fact in itself given the ghastly state of the country’s navy.

Hours later a message was sent back to already agreed upon coordinates and with it several satellite pictures of the target facility. Sutan’s attitude was taking a turn for the worse and the agents were to prepare themselves for a rescue mission.

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Delos. Principality Naval Base.

The last few weeks witnessed an increase in activity for the naval base on the island, more and more crews and ships gathering around the area if only for a fleeting moment before taking to the seas again. On the other hand, building activities were moving at an increased pace, the secretive projects of the Principality being hurried along by this crisis. Several high ranking officers of the navy were already here and plans were being discussed at a frantic pace.

”With the speed the situation is falling apart we can expect operations to commence every moment now,” a worried officer spoke to a room full of other high ranked individuals in the navy.

”And with admiral Al’Hamil out of the country…” it was a common mistake made by some in the navy to consider admiral Fatima Al’Hamil as the most important figure in the navy. Saved as a young girl from the freezing waters near the borders of an oppressive Islamic country she had poured her all in joining the ranks of the very organization that gave her another chance at life. Through pains, efforts and media scandals she had risen through ranks on merit alone being considered by many as the figure head of the navy, an icon of the naval forces.

The truth was however that whilst perhaps amongst the most capable Admirals in the navy, she was not the only one with the necessary expertise and experience to lead operations for the Principality. There were many at the same level, but many of them lack her media shine. Amongst them was the current responsible for this operation, Admiral William Olsen, a professional recognized by his peers.

Recognizing the Admiral in the room, the officer stopped talking, knowing he had just committed a blunder that just might affect his career. ”Sir,” he saluted immediately, gulping at the sight of the man.

”I wouldn’t say I’m that bad,” the admiral joked dispelling the suddenly gloomy atmosphere, ”I’d say I know a thing or two myself.”

The conversation continued, with the admiral taking an active part in it from that moment forward. Given the size of the Damiran Naval forces it was quite hard for a superior officer to get acquainted with all the officers serving above the fleet and even though usually they made efforts to know their subordinates in some cases, such as this one when elements from several fleets were gathered, it paid to interact with the men trusting you to lead them.

In the international waters between Damirez and Mephras the fleet started its movement, poised to strike.

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”Yes auntie, I received your package, the sweater’s just lovely but you shouldn’t tire yourself knitting with your health,” the ‘maid’ spoke at the phone with her beloved auntie. She had made contact with the empress and the woman had requested help, albeit in the same unusual manner it was offered.

”Oh, I’m sure it will keep me warm auntie,” the charade continued, but she already knew what the orders were.”No auntie, I won’t overwork myself.”

As the conversation ended, Sara continued with her usual routine working around the castle. As one of helpers in the kitchens called in sick, she even helped the cooks with a few menial tasks, nothing unusual for the life of a servant. As usual all her actions had a hidden meaning and these assured the success of her mission. With the routine being the same almost every time there was little room for changes and that for once worked in their favour.

As the time came again to tend to the empress room the final preparations were in place.

”You highness,” she entered the room, the wonderful golden cage in which Mei was held. ”The flowers are still blooming,” she spoke as she retrieved something out of her tray whilst signalling the empress to keep silent. Only a few seconds later a device appeared in the maid’s had.

”We don’t have much time,” she hurriedly started talking as several items appeared from under the sheets, ”I’ve insured a few moments of privacy, but we will have to move fast.”

Quickly, with the inherent efficiency resulting out of her job, the woman started undressing. She and the empress had roughly the same body build and that is why she was selected for this task. ”take off your clothes your highness, dress up with my uniform,” she encouraged Mei. As soon as this was done, she seated the empress on a chair laying in the room and started working. In just minutes the Empress was turned in the maid and the maid in the Empress, contact lenses, wigs and other tools put to excellent use by Sara.

”But… What about you?” Mei asked, perhaps realizing the risk at which the agent was placing herself.

Sara ignored Mei’s question, she knew better than anyone else that this mission would most likely end up with her death, but as long as the empress was safe it would be a success, ”There’s a car waiting outside, head straight to the laundry as you get out of this room, there’s someone that will help you there. Don’t talk to anyone, they’re used to that.” With that, she arranged the tray and pushed Mei outside the room. ’Good luck’ were her thoughts.

Agamemnon Military Base, Near the Capital

Sutan paced back and forth, standing on a platform before a group of recently recalled reservists. The picture in front of him was less than desirable. Approximately 200 middle aged men in worn military gear stood at attention. None of these men are combat ready, He thought to himself. He turned to one of his aides, and demanded an answer. Is this really all we have?

The aide, a short, pudgy man in glasses, carrying multiple notebooks, replied. Yes, the Empress focused largely on social development, and generally left the military to wither. This problem is compounded by the general chaos that plagues the country. Most of the competent troops are busy trying to hold the country together. Honestly, sir, we are lucky to have the force we currently field.

Sutan shook his head in frustration. This is worse than I could have ever imagined. Every inspection was the same. Outdated machinery, incompetent crews, unready soldiers. There was no way he could field an adequate defense of the country, if as he imagined, the Damirans were to invade. To his greater horror, there had been unverified reports of Damiran naval activity. He had assumed the battle would be waged largely on land. With his chances of repelling them slim, he decided to alter his tactics.

Suddenly, a wicked smile spread across his weathered face. Soldiers, you are dismissed. Sutan gathered his aides, and hurried to put his new plan into action.

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Embassy District, Euphova

The Embassy District, even in these chaotic times, was one of the calmest and secure areas of the country. Ambassadors and their families were able to continue their lives with relative normalcy. However today, the peaceful morning was shattered as a small group of tanks moved towards the Damiran Embassy. The cobblestoned streets buckled under the weight of the tanks, leaving the once pristine streets in shambles. The tanks rolled forward, halting their advance at the gates to the embassy.

A soldier emerged from the top of the central tank, holding a bullhorn. He pressed the button, and after the expected static screeches, began to speak. ATTENTION DAMIRAN EMBASSY STAFF, YOU HAVE BEEN CONVICTED OF SUBVERSION AGAINST THE THRONE. ALL EMBASSY PROPERTY HAS BEEN FORFEIT. SURRENDER IMMEDIATELY, OR PREPARE TO BE FIRED UPON

As he stopped speaking, a group of soldiers began to surround the embassy, waiting to detain the embassy staff. If the staff did not leave the building within 3 minutes, their orders were to begin a siege of the embassy. As far as Sutan was concerned, their lives were expendable, yet the information which could be hidden within the walls was invaluable. Any possible information on troop movements, espionage plans, anything could help protect his rule.The implications of this action were completely lost upon Sutan. His desperation had left him largely a madman, grasping at any straws available, behavior that lead closer and closer to the brink war every minute.

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Imperial Palace, Euphova

Mei stood in front of her dressing mirror, outfitted in the clothing of the young operative. As she made sure everything was in place, her mind was preoccupied by the extreme bravery exhibited by this young girl. She used to feel the position of empress was the most secure in the empire, but with the recent turn of events, being the leader was one of extreme risk. The unflinching way in which the girl, not older than herself, gave orders and took on her role, inspired Mei. I must do all that I can to ensure this girls safety. She turned to the girl and whispered. I shall never forget what you have done for me.

Fighting back tears, Mei hurried through the winding corridors of the palace, to the laundry, doing her best to avoid contact with the other workers. Finding the servant's door, she hurried out into the streets. She was taken back by the extreme noise of the streets. She could hear people chanting, others yelling, and she even heard the sound of gunshots in the distance. It was barely the Euphova she had remembered, the happy voices of hope were all but silenced. As she hurried to the car waiting for her, she thought to herself. I will return hope to the people of my nation, at any cost.

Imperial Palace, Euphova

There had been no ruckus, no agitated guards or officials bursting in the room demanding her head upon realization of the ploy. This could only mean one thing for the young operative, ”The Empress has left the building.” As it was, her mission succeeded, the primary objective secured and the empress safe, but there was one last goal she needed to accomplish, a secondary, perhaps even tertiary goal, but still one considered important by her superiors and not surprisingly by herself, staying alive. With the empress out of the palace it was now only a matter of time until she was revealed as an imposter and dealt accordingly with, although there was the small chance for Sutan to use her capture as a bargaining chip, but she believed he was smart enough to realize that she was expendable. She knew it and was used to it, a sacrifice she accepted the first day she was briefed for this assignment.

’Let’s see for how long I can keep up the charade,’ the agents amused thoughts reflected on her face whilst she started considering the escape plans and various contingencies in place that were to insure her safety. The odds for survival were low, especially when the disappearance act of the maid tending to the empress’s needs was to be noticed and they would only become lower as time went by. She had limited assets at her disposal, with several items hidden in the bathroom to ‘even the odds’ a bit, her previous visits there being put to good use in preparation for this. The number of troops stationed at the palace and the close watch they kept, albeit that was proven to be not such a close watch after all, made things extremely hard for her.

”I only have my life to lose…”

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Streets of Euphova

”Your highness,” one of the waiting agents whispered respectfully to the empress once she entered the car before starting the engine of the machine. The trek was not as fast as some would have wanted, but with the state the capital was in, it was better to avoid creating suspicions about a fast moving car. The atmosphere was thick and silence was maintained the city outside looking devoid of hope and joy, such were the consequences of Sutan’s actions.

”We will arrive at a safe house shortly,” finally one of the agents spoke as the car entered a less important area of the city, one often overlooked by patrols and the military as unimportant, just another suburb of the capital. ”Sorry to say, but the accommodations there aren’t exactly as those at the palace,” the man jokingly added trying to distract the empress from her situation.

”We also have some other… facilities set up there,” the one behind the wheel added as he relaxed, they were finally at their destination, away from the military patrols. ”Including a nice set for a country wide transmission,” he completed his earlier words, grinning at the empress. ”I suspect your highness would like to have a few moments to chat with your people after all.”

In the end, what better to drive the nail home about Sutan than the words of the Empress, the bird he had sought to lock away in a golden cage. With the preparations already made in advance and with several measures taken to avoid detection, it was the time for Mei Mian to ‘sing’ again.

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Embassy District,

”Has Sutan gone mad?” the ambassador waved his arms franticly around the room as the ultimatum reached his ears. ”He really…” words remained unsaid, the grim faces of the soldiers from the DLC telling him all he needed to know. ”At least the kids are safe,” he smiled. As the situation in the country kept getting worse and worse it was only a matter of time until things were going to burst, or at least that was what the worst case scenario described by several analysts for this affair. Naturally precautions were taken and most of the administrative personnel and their families were evacuated from the embassy before the Martial Law was in place, only the ambassador remaining behind, despite urges from various friends and colleagues telling him otherwise.

”Should we comply with their demands?” he asked the men in the room, all soldiers, all clutching their weapons tightly, the wait unbearable to them.

”With all the respect,” a young legionnaire lieutenant replied, ”It would only give Sutan more hostages for us to do so and set a precedent…” the rhetoric making the ambassador look in wonder at the gun wilding youth.

”And you’re in the army, pity, you would have made a nice career in the military,” more seconds passed as these words were spoken. ”But you are right. We will not bow to these unreasonable demands!” and on a screen in his office orders reinforcing his decision arrived.

Outside, a soldier replied to the Mephrasi soldiers. ”The request has been heard and deemed unacceptable. Any actions taken the Damiran Embassy and Damiran personnel will represent a violation of international agreements and of Damiran sovereign soil…” they had refused the demand and made their stance clear. If the Mephrasi soldiers fired, then the military of Damirez would fire back.

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Southern Damirez.

”Sir! Incoming transmission!” general Belisarius’s meal was interrupted by an orderly. For the past few days the general had sought to find ways to deploy his troops with drawing the minimum of attention from the other side towards his real intentions, but now things were just about to change.

”They’re moving on the Embassy!” Iulius exclaimed as he looked at the pictures attached to the message. ”This changes things, new orders, get me all generals on the line, there’s no time to waste!” he barked the orders, the food left on the table to cool, forgotten.

”But Iulius, this is…” one of the generals at the impromptu conference exclaimed as he saw the satellite pictures. ”They can’t possibly…”

”It would seem they can,” the sharp, collected reply came as the general prepared already for battle. ”If Sutan thinks he can play games with us, he is wrong! The moment those troops open fire upon the embassy his days will be numbered!”

Outside, near the Mephras Damirez border the tanks were roaring amassing for the offensive that was to come , helicopters and planes already lifting in the air in a magnificent display of force whilst soldiers waited in silence for the orders.

”Remember! You are to limit collateral damage as much as possible! The Mephrasi are not our enemy! We fight against the dictator that thinks he can run a country for his own gains!” a squad leader yelled at his men, more to calm his own tense nerves than anything else.

The pretence of stealth was abandoned and as an ant hive under attack, the Principality showed its presence at the borders, albeit some, important elements, were still kept hidden.

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Assembled Fleet

”So it has come to this,” the admiral sighed sadly as he looked at his display. There was no turning back once the first shots were fired and he knew he had to do his own part. On Delos an armada of transporters were gearing up to take the path of the sky in a daring and almost suicidal manoeuvre were he to fail. In the south of Damirez, three armies worth of people were readying themselves for the largest land operation in the past ten years for the Principality and finally in various spots in the enemy country brave men and women awaited a signal, ready to commence their own moves in support of the offensive that seemed to be unavoidable at this point.

But whilst all those men and women readied themselves, he knew that the sailors serving under him were no slouches either. With a task force like few ever assembled in history, he was to deliver his own strike, adding to the damage done by the others and hopefully ending the conflict without much loss of human life, loss that was always unavoidable when war came to be.

”Alpha 1, taking off!”[I] the deafening sounds of a jet’s engine added to the noises of the deck of one of the carriers in the task force. [I]”You think we’re going to war?” one of the personnel on deck tried inquiring another as they headed towards the entrance of the carrier.

”I don’t know, but one thing I’m certain, we’re awfully prepared for a friendly visit!” the other man yelled back.

In Mephras a remote outpost of the Mephrasi army was shuddered by an explosion.

”Oh, seems like the pick-up party has arrived.”

Euphova, Embassy District

A lower soldier turned to speak with his commander."Sir, they seem to be stubbornly refusing to surrender." The young soldier was somewhat stunned at this move. Despite seeing them as enemies, he could not deny the courage and loyalty they were showing to their country.

The commander had grown impatient with these people, and gave the order. "OPEN FIRE!" His soldiers, somewhat horrified at realization they would be killing civilians, one by one pulled their triggers, hitting some the staff who had come to address the soldiers. The group of tanks began to tear through the gates of the building, as more soldiers flooded into the building. No prisoners were taken, as bodies were simply left where they fell.

After the building was cleared of "enemy combatants" a frantic search began for anything that might be of use to military. Maps, plans, computers, safes, were quickly removed from the building to defense department offices throughout the city, to aid Sutan in his last grasps for survival. Foreign blood had been spilled, and everyone, from the lowest soldier to the highest commander, knew that there was no turning back now.

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Streets of Euphova

As the van sped toward the safehouse, Mei was overwhelmed by the precision and dedication of the Damiran team within her country. In her short reign, she had never been aware of such covert teams within her country. She felt internally indebted to them, especially the girl who had taken her place in the palace.

The van stopped, and Mei was ushered into the safehouse. Tucked away in a middle class residential area of the city, its average facade hid the large operation which went on within its walls. The first thing Mei noticed was what appeared to be a video station, where messages could be broadcast. Her heart warmed at the thought that a message from her would likely avert much death and destruction. However, she also thought that this would no doubt seal the fate of the young girl at the palace.

Mei took a few minutes to compose herself, tidy her dress, and fix her hair. As the small read light blinked on top of the camera, telling her to begin, she put on her bravest face, and began to speak. She knew her time might be short, so she knew to make it count.

"My dear people, this is your empress, Mei Mian. I have been forcibly separated from your in the past few months from the corrupt general Sutan Vernberg. He has hijacked our nation and is about to bring it to destruction. However, thankfully the Damirans have come to save me from his clutches. To stop bloodshed, I beg of you, lay down your arms! Damiran troops may soon be in your cities, but they only come to help. I have personally requested that they help return our country to peace and prosperity. Only with your help, can we do this. My people, you have my love and prayers, good luck."

Mei sat back in her chair, hoping that her message would save her country. She though of those who might not see the message, or those blinded by hate, who would likely lose their lives in the coming days. She thanked the Damirans. Now is there anywhere I could take a quick rest?

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Imperial Palace

Sutan's mouth dropped as he saw the empress speaking on the small screen before him. "How did that bitch manage this?" He cursed loudly, demanding to know what had happened.

Palace guards ran to the empresses room. They ran over to the woman they thought to be the empress. As they grabbed her, they realized the woman in the room was a fraud. "Who the hell?" The woman grabbed a small pistol and fired off a few shots, hitting one of the guards. However she could not hold them off forever. She was subdued and brought to Sutan.

"And who are you?" He sneered. "Where have you taken the empress?" He spat in her face. "SPEAK YOU FOOLISH GIRL!"

The girl stood there, and coldly replied. "It's over. You know it. Soon you will be hunted down and killed for the crimes you have committed against these people. Give up now!" She was cut short as a shot rang out from Sutan's pistol.

He had silenced her, yet he knew that she spoke the truth. This was basically the last nail in his coffin. No one would support him now, except for his closest associates. He had to leave the palace at once, and find somewhere more secure. The embassy siege had given them nothing of worth, most had been burned or was highly encrypted. All of his trump cards used, Sutan hoped he could find somewhere remote, and survive a bit longer.

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Throughout the Country

Within hours of the message, strikes had been reported throughout the country. Panic had set in among a large portion of the populace, although the words of the empress had calmed many. People hoped their food supplies would last, and wondered if their homes would be damaged. Power outages were being reported across the country, affecting many of the major metropolitan areas. Life would no doubt be tough for the next few weeks, however the people were ever hopeful for the future.

In the military, many who had seen the transmission from the empress followed her suggestion and deserted. They assumed that there would be no punishment for these actions, and with the military hierarchy already in shambles, it would not matter much. Some smaller groups had not heard the message, and were quickly ordered to take the front lines against the Damirans.

In the navy, many ships experienced mutiny at the words of the empress, and had returned to their home ports. A small fraction of ships remained loyal to Sutan, and continued to prepare for the coming of Damiran fleet. Despite their will to continue, many knew that continuing to oppose the Damirans would be suicide.

Despite the chaos and upheaval that seemed to grow even greater within the country, among most of the populace, there was a sense that soon, things would calm, and once again, the people would be on the path to prosperity.

Euphova, Embassy District

”Hold you ground! the lieutenant ordered his men as the Mephrasi stormed the embassy. They were hopelessly outnumbered, but they had no intention of making things easy for the Mephrasi. ”Make them pay for every step they advance,” he added, a dangerous note hiding away in his usually calm voice.

In the embassy the ambassador could only watch in horror at what was happening outside. All the relevant documents that Sutan may have hoped to gain by attacking this location were long since removed or had never been there in the first place, but he made no attempts to understand the crazed mind of the dictator. The man had made his choices; he deserved what was coming to him. Even the unarmed civilians that relayed his response, one endorsed by the Damiran government, had been shot the moment they finished talking, an event that he was careful to transmit back home. He knew, that he, like them, was going to die, doubts invading his mind at the thought.

”This is how it ends,” he poured himself a glass of whiskey and sat in his chair as the gun shots started. ”I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he started crying, looking at a photo of his children. Only minutes later the life of the ambassador was put to an end by an uncaring piece of lead, his body left to rot as it fell.

Outside, the soldiers gripped their weapons. They were few in numbers, yet they fought, for every step the Mephrasi gained, another of their ranks fell, but it was not cheap and less and less soldiers from the DLC were left standing.

Not one of them surrendered.

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”She’s dead, isn’t she? one of the agents asked softly, careful to avoid the ears of the Empress. In his profession there were to be no attachements, no feelings or love, except those for his country, yet, despite all that, he could not help but make a mistake, one that was tearing at his heart. He understood duty, he understood obligation, yet it was hard for him to reconcile with the fact that the woman he loved had died.

”You knew the odds, she knew the odds,” the other agent replied, ”If she was alive she would have contacted us.” Then turning to the other man he patted him on the shoulder, a look of regret taking hold, just for a moment, of his features. ”I’m sorry, I know what she meant to you,” it was never easy to lose someone you cared for, sometimes it was a friend, a teammate, but every so often it was someone that went beyond all this, someone loved, someone dear. It was not a profession for love.

”Don’t be,” came the reply, ”I knew. I knew from the beginning that it was not to be, too many dangers, too many risks and so little time, so little time,” his face hardened, his resolve strengthening. ”As long as we are needed, we will do what it is asked of us.”

He knew exactly who was to blame for her death. The man that caused all this, the man that, without a hint of mercy slaughtered the personnel of the embassy as he they immediately were informed, ”Sutan,” he growled his name, letting emotion get the better of him for a splint second before his training kicked in. ”He’s not getting out of this city alive,” he informed his fellow agent. ”I’ll see to that, a chill could be felt in the air as these words were spoken, the operatives in the room remembering just who they were dealing with. This was not a teenager in love or a fresh rookie off the benches of the training facility. This was one of the men that stood between Damirez and its enemies, trained, tested and forged in the fire of espionage, assassination, a man with enough blood on his hands not to care for a few more drops.

Just moments afterwards he left the safe house, his goal and objective clear to all other agents: To capture or dispose of the faux dictator.

For the empress, as soon as the transmission ended, a room, already prepared, was offered and one of the agents instructed to tend to her needs.

”Not exactly the best of conditions, but we hope that they’ll be to your liking your highness,” she addressed her respectfully, ”I’m sure though that you will be soon back on your throne,” came the rest of the sentence, certainty obvious in the words of the operative.

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Southern Damirez

”Rest in peace,” general Belisarius whispered as he saw, live, what was happening to the embassy. Damiran blood had been spilled and on what was Principality soil no less. This was no moment for doubt, for diplomacy or for reconsideration. A brief silence followed the news as the soldiers paid their respect to the fallen but then, the booming voice of the general could be heard.

”Soldiers of the Principality, Sutan has gone too far, moments ago, Damiran blood was spilled by his lackeys. As we speak, an official declaration of war is being forwarded by our government to the dictator, he has deposed the rightful ruler of the country, he has imposed numberless restrictions on his citizens and he had the audacity to open fire and kill our citizens and soldiers.

We have offered diplomacy enough chances, now it’s the time for our guns to do the talking.”

And so it started. The army of the Principality commenced its offensive into Northern Mephras, the roar of the tanks, at the front of the forces on land was accompanied by the noise made by the IFVs, close behind them, packed with infantry that was to remove any opposition that the tanks couldn’t neutralize. Artillery pieces were acquiring targets and were the Mephrasi units to pose any problems or resistance, they were to drop hundreds of shells above their heads, devastating them.

In the air, the offensive was much swifter, Attack planes, accompanied by fighters and closely followed by bombers, made their way into the air space of Mephras. There was no intention to devastate the country, but any and all units of the Mephrasi army that were to oppose the advance were to be drowned in fire. Extensive reconnaissance had been done before and even if UAVs and helicopters kept performing scouting missions, the image of the battlefield was clear to the Damiran commanders.

And if this was not enough, the helicopters were quick to do their own part, clearing the way for the armored divisions whilst some of the lighter versions in the force continued scouting above the land for resistance.

What was perhaps even more impressive was the fact that behind these units, behind the advancing tanks and soldiers, thousands of trucks filled with food and other basic goods were also rolling. It would not do for the Damirez to release Mephras from the clutches of its dictator if it was to collapse under the strain of social unrest.

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Open Sea,

”Opposition?” the admiral inquired as the opening shots of the conflict were just about to be fired.

”Most of the ships complied with the words of the empress sir, however there are several that seem to have ignored her orders and are heading straight towards us,” came the immediate reply from a somewhat surprised officer. It was hard to believe that someone was so suicidal to attempt to intercept the Damiran task force head on, but this was what was happening. Even in its better days the Mephrasi navy was lacking in power compared to that of Damirez, but now, with inferiority in numbers and without support? It was suicide.

”All stations prepare for battle, we must clear the way for our boys!” came the order. Soon the planes of the numerous carriers in the fleet took to the air and started targeting the ships that stood in their path. There was to be no elegance in this battle, the Mephrasi navy was hopelessly outnumbered and the Admiral had no time for games. He would dispose of them as fast and ruthlessly as needed, while various wings attacked the mainland batteries that had not yet laid down arms, for above the fleet, thousand of meters from the sea level, a whole different fleet was moving: hundreds of cargo planes, filled to the brim with soldiers, escorts and attack aircraft.

Their goal? A direct attack on Euphova.

Northern Mephras

"Daddy, look out there, what are those?

A small girl gazed out the kitchen window, seeing a large group of military vehicles coming down the road towards the center of the city.

"Honey, get away from the window, they are just coming to help us out." While the father put on a brave face for his daughter, his head was filled with worry. He had heard there had been skirmishes, and that innocents had been hurt in some bombing raids. He knew the intentions of the Damirans were good, but he feared for the future. He hadn't been to work in several months, and he feared he wouldn't be able to find a job that could support his wife and daughter. Though he tried to be optimistic, he just wasn't sure where his place would be in the new Mephras.

In reality, the fighting had been minimal, as long as people had heard the message from the empress. There had been casualties, among those who feared this was a full scale invasion, although so far, things had gone rather smoothly.

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Central Euphova

"YOU THINK I GIVE A FUCK THAT THIS PHONE CAN BE TRACED? I NEED TO KNOW WHERE THE HELL I CAN GO, and I NEED TO KNOW NOW!" Sutan snarled into the phone at one of his associates. The situation was growing more dire by the second, and he needed to find somewhere to hide. He hoped to slip out of the country, but at present, that would be near to impossible, with the Damiran military bearing down on the capital. He was speeding through the streets, trying to find anywhere now. "What! How far? FUCK!" Sutan hurled the phone out of the car.

He continued driving, reaching a somewhat dilapidated area of the city. Seeing an apartment building that had recently been condemned, he speed toward the building, got out of the car, and ran quickly into the building. He carried a small flashlight, along with a bag loaded with any non-perishable food he could find in the palace. He kicked down several doors, finally settling into a small apartment which still had some spare worn furniture. The walls were yellowed, and the only light came through the planks over the windows. "Hopefully I can wait this out here, and then when things calm down, I'll just slip out of the country."

This city had largely given way to chaos, although some of the former police had attempted to restore order. There had been reports that some of them had been killed, and it seemed that the entire city was holding it's breath, hoping for a return to order.

Safehouse

Mei had tried to sleep, but whenever she began to lie down, she could only image the scenes of death and destruction throughout the country. She often would see the face of the brave woman who had taken her place in the palace. She finally decided to eat something, even though her appetite had been affected as well.

Finally, after a few hours of sitting and thinking, she walked back out into the central room. "Is there anything else I can do to help? I know I've been locked in the palace, but I might know a few things that could help. I'm tired of sitting and waiting for others to pick up the pieces. So please, if there is anything at all, let me help you."

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Off the Western Coast of Mephras

"I see the bastards, yea I see'm all" the captain of theHMS Neptune looked out over the bridge, watching the Damiran fleet in its steady approach.

"Sir, should we attempt to contact them?" One of the men on the bridge asked timidly.

"Son, we don't negotiate with people who wish to invade our home, and destroy our nation. The captain sighed gently, realizing that this battle would most likely be his last. An entire fleet against us. At least you've had a good run. The captain turned to look at all of the officers on the bridge. "Men, prepare to engage, everyone to your battle stations." He knew that they too, could feel their fate. "We might not be able to win, but let's give 'em hell!

The ship slowly turned into attacking position, and prepared itself to engage the Damiran enemy.