NationStates Jolt Archive

THE LATONESIA POST

The current Emporer, Emporer Olkgrad the VI, who is only fourteen became Emporer after his father died in a terrorist attack on the palace. The Emporer quit his position for untold perpouses. Because he left the thrown he is now in exile in Cow pigs. Evena the II, his sister who is only 12 must become the new Emporis.

Evena became the new monarch because her mother married into royality. At the departure of Olkgrad the VI his mother looked untoched by his exile. Stay posted to find out why the ex-empoer left his thrown and a stnned country.

Kathrigrad Molligran

The Latonesian Post

After going through the ex-Empoer's stuff, :rolleyes: we found a typed note that read,

If you do not give up your thrown, then you will be killed along with your sister, your mother will then be taken back to our base. with love, Purple Oyster

[ooc: "Yeah uh.... what?" -Geiko Reference

Sitting in a dark, smokefilled room, the three bearded turban men of things wild and raging tossed away the hours with a deck of cards. They had just come back from an Omsis nightclub on Aqaba Beach, celebrating from their well-done feat in Latonesia only a couple days before. These souls felt a heavenly aura for their dirty deed in the name of Allah. QWII's slung over their shoulders and cigars in their mouths, they were feeling bad, they were feeling real bad, and they were feeling real good about it.

"It's a good business, saving souls, Kuun-Ali. We get to blow things up, steal jewelry, live high on the town, have sex with young ladies in the mountains... I can't believe we'll be rewarded for this!"

"I know, it's crazy! But I guess God doesn't want us to be unhappy."

"Oh no. No way."

"I can't BELIEVE we made an explosive that powerful with laundry detergent!"

"When is she bringing our martini's, Al Ghavis?"

They were being served merry and gay in their hideaway by a traditional Plotadonian maidservant named Kavsora, who hung over in the corner, shaking another martini, and taking notes on a pad of paper.

Kuun-Ali was focused on something besides martinis. He wondered whether or not the young empress would fold. He had met her once, and she did not come off at all as weak or frail. As the leader and chief brains of the group, Kuun-Ali knew that the sucess or failure of this venture relied entirely on him.

Or did it? Was it also luck? Was it like the roll of dice? Because if it was, Kuun-Ali had just rolled snakeyes, and they were standing, in the corner, in a maids dress, writing notes on a pad.

At 30, General Eimles was by far the youngest man ever promoted to such a rank in Mi-Goh's turbulent history. He was savagely proud of this fact. And his promotion was not for nothing; he was perhaps the greatest general Mi-Goh had ever seen.

Currently, he was waiting on the audience of a 12-year old emperess. Nothing like this to put things in perspective.

"Now, remember, sir, the emperess is young, but strong and... and... disinclined to accept excessive or even forceful...uh..advice from--" said his aide, brushing some dust off his uniform.

"Stubborn, you mean?"

"For the love of god, sir, keep your voice down!" The aide looked around at the guards posted in the antechamber.

"She called us for our help, I assume," said Eimles. "She could always refuse it if she doesn't like being called stubborn." In fact, she had called on Mi-Goh, one of Latonesia's closest allies, because of a single scrap of paper mentioning someone caleld the Purple Oyster.

Eimles wondered who the hell would call themselves the Purple Oyster.

Five minutes later, the doors to the throne room swun open and the butler said, "Emperess Evena The Second will see you now."

Kuun-Ali knew that no one would ever suspect an Islamist group to call itself the "Purple Oyster." But he had a strange suspicion. That maid, she had been along.... Oh, nevermind.

The maid had sneaked out for the evening to report her notes. Leaving the dark apartment, she walked down the steps of an Iron staircase to a steamy alley, and walked down the alley to a large opening in the building where three dumpsters were situated.

She walked to the one by a seemingly abandoned iron door, and knocked on it three times. The dumpster flew open, and Kappura, who was dressed as an old homeless lady, said "whatcha got?"

"Two pages of notes on the conversation and wherabouts of our suspects."

"Very good, Agent Magenta. What excuse did you use to leave?"

"It's my night off."

"Ah good, I'll join you for a bite to eat." She opens up the abandoned steel door, revealing a small stuido with table in center, closet off to one side, kitchnette to the back, and the door to a bathroom off to the other. "Come inside. It's a simple place, but it's the best we could do without blowing my cover."

Meanwhile, back at the place, Kuun-Ali and his three terrorists were plotting their next diabolical attack. It would involve, a rocket launcher, a AR-55 90mm Rocket from the Royal Rocket Works.

General Eimles walked into the huge thrown room that seemed to be made out of gold. Evena was sitting in the thrown marked, emporer/emporess.

"Hello general." Evana replied smoothly.

bowing the general as well greated the Emporess.

"I have heard rumors about your brother. Is he in cow pigs?" the general asked.

"No", evena continued. "He was really sent to New Latonesia, he has sent this to me to give to you and the Cow pigs general."

Evena handed the letter to the general who put it in his caot pocket.

"All rise for the old Emporess!"

Evena's mother walked into the room. she had no exprestion on her face and seemed to be focused on the thrown.

"Hello general", she said slyly,"I have come to gather you two, its time for dinner.

The meal was served in the grand hall behind the royal thrown. during the middle of the meal a servent came in to talk to the old emporess.
"WHAT!!" she yelled. just then a huge quake shook the building and at least ten men ran into the room, all pointing guns at the Emporess Evena.

"Stop!" ordered the general as he pulled out a servise pistol and like clock work evena pulled out an iron revolver.

A gun shot was heard and someone screamed.

One of the men fell to the ground, evena's revolver smoking, the other men ran out of the room.

"Gaurds after them!" shouted the general.

Later that night the general opened the letter.

Dear generall Emiles,
My mother Ilkra is the one who is behind this. She was the one who wrote the letter to my brother and also who helped the Tripalese plant bombs on the palace. Her family has been after the crown for many years so she tried to have me killed last night so she could take the thrown.
yours truly Evena

The general was shocked. he picked up the phone.

"Get me the police!"

It turned out that the police could do nothing. Evena's traitorous mother had fled after the botched attack.

"She may go after my brother," Evena said over tea that afternoon. "She knows his whereabouts."

"She would...what? Hold your brother hostage until you give up the throne?" asked Eimles.

"That is what I fear," said Evena, sipping her tea. She seemed perfectly composed.

Her minister of defense stepped forward smoothly. "We believe your mother may have fled into Cow Pigs. There are several cells of Tripali supporters there, who would turn a sympathetic ear to her, in exhange for her promise to cease all hostilities against them once she was on the throne."

Eimles remembered an urgent message from General Merre, notifying him of Tripali supporters spread all over Cow Pigs. "Dammit, that's right. Tell me you have soldiers going after her?"

"We do," said Evena. "And Cow Pigs is aiding us."

"So will we," Eimles said. "We'll catch her. Don't worry. Something else worries me, though."

"What is that?"

"If all else failed, your mother could gather soldiers loyal to her, combine them with Tripali forces and mercenaries, and attack you. Then, your highness, you would have another war on your hands."

The Emporess thoght carfully.

"General I know what we must do."

"What is it your majesty?"

"Call the King of New Latonesia and the Emporer of Cow pigs. We are going to find these traitors and my mother and deafet them once and for all!"

"But your majesty! we can't just say 'your a traitor' we need time!"

"WE DON"T HAVE TIME!"



10:23, New Latonesia

The king opened the letter from the Emporess.

"Help them! They could have killed us a few years back in the old war why help them!"

"Sir" said one of the king's advisers. "If we help them they might become our allies."

"Oh of course. send all our soligers down to Cow pigs, we will follow old Latonesia's plans."

Dear Mi-goh,
Latonesia and New Latonesia are not strong allies. 15 years ago they seperated from us, New Latonesia is a poor country that is a chain of 15 small islands. We sent 25 patrol boats with water artillary units and sea to air missles. 23 landers each with 13 infantry units and 1 tank each and one battleship. All the had were home made weapons, old guns and for naval war fare, they took the following on motor boats. Everscense the "Old" Latonesian occupation hostilities between both countries have been high.

OOC: Thanks for the backstory, Latonesia. So..are we expecting some sort of betrayal from New Latonesia?

IC:
General Eimles made calculations. Latonesia and Mi-Goh were both already involved in a war, but he reckoned that, with Mi-Goh's population growing like it was, they could spare 50,000 recruits--fresh, green recruits--if it came down to open warfare.

Best to end this thing as soon as possible, then.

To: The Holy Empire of Cow Pigs
We request your aid in discovering the whereabouts of Emperess Evena's mother, Ilkra. She may be hiding somewhere in your country. We are sending in 5,000 men, not including our special forces already stationed there, to flush her out of hiding. Furthermore, we ask you to be on your guard--this may escalate into open warfare.