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The Ryouese decided to make sure the world knew that The Ryouese were not Warmongers like The Grestonians wanted them to think, The Ryouese decided to invite The Leitungi leader (Unless he could not make it, he could send someone in his place) to The Ryou Black Islands. Already Viscount Usagi has invited The Ixanian Empress to The Islands and The Ryouese hoped to show The Leitungi the true face of The Ryouese Empire.

This would also shut The Grestonians and Americans up about The Ryouese.

To make the Leitungi Welcome, a Ball would be held in their honor.

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Official Communiqué
Federal Republic of Leistung

To: Empress Isabella
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subj: Vacation?

Unfortunately, Chancellor Ringkampf is otherwise detained. However, I just happen to be free for the next three weeks, and would be happy to represent the Federal Republic.

One thing, however--how would your Highness feel about allowing Michael Richardson of Greston to accompany me to the Ryou Black Islands? He is a trusted friend and would serve to ensure that the wishes of the Imperial Republic of Greston are met.

Sincerely,
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Hans Kirsch
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Federal Republic of Leistung

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Official Communiqué
Federal Republic of Leistung

To: Empress Isabella
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Subj: Vacation?

Unfortunately, Chancellor Ringkampf is otherwise detained. However, I just happen to be free for the next three weeks, and would be happy to represent the Federal Republic.

One thing, however--how would your Highness feel about allowing Michael Richardson of Greston to accompany me to the Ryou Black Islands? He is a trusted friend and would serve to ensure that the wishes of the Imperial Republic of Greston are met.

Sincerely,
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Hans Kirsch
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Federal Republic of Leistung

From Empress Isabella

Ok, just as long as you keep him under Control.

"A visit to the Ryou Black Islands would be both educational and diplomatic, Rucinsky, and I'm sure you could handle the diplomatic side of things whilst I focus on the educational."

Walking down the flowery maze of the gardens, the Empress of Ixania spoke with her foreign minister about the plans to visit the Ryou Black Islands which had sparked some commotion within the cliques of political commentators who wondered what this planned visit would have in store for their beloved nation. It was a well known fact that the Empress would usually hold personal meetings with Rucinsky and, of course, this situation demanded such correspondence between them. "I will handle all the diplomatic issues, Your Majesty, so you do not need to worry about it. Just try to have fun and show the Ryou that the Ixanian Empire means to be their friends or, perhaps, at least just cordial."

The Empress nodded. "I am sure that the Ryou know of our relationship around the world when it comes to establishing friendships with other nations. They ought to know about our reputation when it comes to such matters. I am sure that they will accept being, at least, cordial with Ixania so that we won't end up hating each other like Ryou does with the rest of the world."

Rucinsky smiled. "Leave everything to me, Your Majesty, and I will secure a cordial relationship with the Ryou. You have nothing to fear about it. I shall come into contact with success."

Official Message
The Empire of Ixania

To: Empress Isabella
From: Ivan Rucinsky, Foreign Minister of the Ixanian Empire.
Subj: Ryou Visit

The Empress of Ixania has graciously accepted the invitation of Viceroy Usagi to visit the Ryou Black Islands in the hopes of learning more about your nation and I, who shall be accompanying her, shall handle all diplomatic negotiations.

We are hopeful that you will give us a due welcome and that our nations can become friends or at least be willing to create a cordial relationship between our nations.

Sincerely,
I. Rucinsky,
Foreign Minister

Isabella could not have planned is any better. With The Ixanian Empress coming along with the Minister of Foreign Affairs of Leistung, This would be good, but Leistung bringing The Grestonian Prime Minister, who was well known to be drunk at most times, was a Diplomatic Coup.

Isabella has decided to the visit to show The Leistungi and the rest of ODECON that The Ryouese loved their freedom, and would die to defend it from any fool that wanted to destroy The Ryouese.

Bringing Prime Minister Michael Richardson of Greston was a Mistake on Leistung part and they had not known that. So to make the plan fulling working, Isabella Invited Members of the Press from around the world to come to this historic meeting and ball. and She would make sure The Grestonian would get VERY drunk.....

With Kanna's Help.

OOC: I half expected the last lines to be a declration of war.

OOC: @ Bin: That line just won you the thread. Have a cookie on me.

2:03 PM LST, Bundesluft VIP Transport 027
Airspace above the Ryou Black Islands

Hans awoke with a jolt, cutting a pleasant dream he was having in two. He rubbed his eyes gingerly, allowing them to adjust to the light of the plane cabin. The trip to the Ryou Black Islands was long and he had been trying to get a decent sleep in, but it seemed as though turbulence had other plans. He glanced over to the man sitting to his right; Michael Richardson, of Greston.

Richardson didn't seem to be having any luck getting to sleep either, and Hans shifted to a seat nearer to the aisle so that he could speak to him on the other side of the plane. Richardson lifted his eyes up from the magazine he was reading and turned his head to face Hans.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," he said in a hushed tone, as if Empress Isabella was in the next seat. Hans smirked.

"I can't either. The Chancellor thought I was joking when I mentioned that Isabella invited me to a 'vacation,'" Hans muttered. "What do you think this little excursion will consist of?"

"Off the top of my head? Probably a dance, with scantily clad Asian women, a Manga-reading extravaganza, and maybe, if we're lucky, an actual diplomatic discussion," Richardson responded, sarcasm dripping from his words. Hans chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Honestly though, Hans, is this going to make a difference?"

Hans thought for a moment. "Probably not," he said simply. "Unless the Empress can convince me that the Ryouese people will never capture or sink another merchant ship or invade another minuscule democracy for no reason whatsoever." Richardson burst out into legitimate laughter.

"Not bloody likely, my friend."

OOC: Yes, I just spoke for your guy, Greston. I'm pretty sure I remember you saying that I could...whatever. I left it off still on the plane, so if you want to handle the landing, you can speak for my guy. I'd like to do the post where we actually meet Isabella though, although I'll cut that one to two also so that you can say whatever you want to.

Isabella Invited Members of the Press from around the world to come to this historic meeting and ball.
ooc so you going to let others post as the said invited press

The Empress stayed up late reading the magazine articles about her recent donation to a children's hospital while her foreign minister was busying himself with talking to his children over the phone while making sure all his notes were in check. She could hear his boisterous laughing from where she sat in the confines of her private jet but she never felt it was bothersome but rather quite lovely to hear because it meant he was, well, a good man. As she finished reading the article, she moved onto an article highlighting the successes in Ixanian animation such as the international success of Labyrinth which the Empress herself had once praised. Labyrinth had become the icon of the best of the best in Ixanian animation and Zaneta, its tragic heroine, became the icon of the national agencies tasked with finding missing children and for the policemen who strove to find them. The article focused on how Labyrinth had been carved out of neighborhood tragedy and that it was sort of ironic with all of its success. It was not only amusing to discover that the Ryou, best known for their propagandist anime, would want to import Labyrinth but that it made them say Ixania had the best anime in the world. That made the Empress quite pleased with her subjects. It meant Ixanian culture was being admired, being respected, being known.

As the plane gently flew in the air with Rucinsky's laughing echoing throughout it, the Empress contemplated her visit to the Ryou Black Islands while looking out the window to see the loveliness of the night clouds. It had always interested her, that is, to travel around the world. Her father exhorted her to have an interest in the world due to her position as the heir to his throne back in the days of her childhood. The Empress would have made her father proud with her work, her palace workers plainly said, and the Empress' mother always said she was glad to see Ixania prosperous under her beloved child's feet. Anastasia had gained a reputation as being the friendly colonialist who was quite influenced by the nationalist cliques of Ixanian society which gave the Empress plenty of support. After all, who would not like a monarch who donated to children's hospitals out of her own pocket, who kept your nation out of wars, and who would always be there to show her support for the German community from which her mother came? She was, after all, the first half German monarch to reign in the Ixanian nation and she was well known for retaining plenty of her father's ministers such as Ivan Rucinsky who had been called the Peacemaker for his work in establishing all of Ixania's friendships. As the plane gently flew closer towards the intended destination, the Empress remembered all of this while Rucinsky began speaking ever-so-romantically to his wife.....over the phone, of course.

OOC: I'll wait, for now, to RP the landing.

Isabella awaited the visitors. She had ordered three Chariots to carry the visitors and anyone coming with them though The very Streets of Shai it self.

Shai Imperial International Airport was ready for them to land and see The Glory of the Capital of The Ryouese Empire.

ooc you have a answer to my question or what

ooc you have a answer to my question or what

OOC: yes, you can play as the press from your nation, as can everyone.

OOC: yes, you can play as the press from your nation, as can everyone.

ooc good i'll send someone from the military newspaper the only press i have,when i work out how i get there

ooc: *ponders* Maybe the Blubs should crash this party?

ooc: *ponders* Maybe the Blubs should crash this party?

OOC: Try it and we shall see how well a Bulb can swim......in lava.

ooc i'am not going to drive myself nuts working out how he got here ,he just here
IC

"ppff great"said a Soldier as he looking about shaking his head at what he saw

OOC: Try it and we shall see how well a Bulb can swim......in lava.

ooc: :p

IC:

A private, chartered Gulfstream V was on its final descent into the Ryou Black Islands. This aircraft was slow down, flaps extended and landing gear lowered. After checking in with the tower, it set down on the runway gently. It then taxi'd to a private hangar.

Moments later seven black-tinted-windows SUVs exited the hangar. Inside one of the SUVs were Blubland VIPs. And they were on their way to wherever the party was. The Blubs were renowned for crashing parties, showing up randomly to drink punch and eat from the buffet tables and generally make mischief. All on official Diplomatic Immunity of course.

The Imperial Palace, The place for the ball was like the American Fort Knox. To make sure that no assassins, Party Crashers or worse...*Gasp!* Bulbs, never tried ruining this, All Guests and members of the press had to have Invited or Press IDs given to them by The Ryouese Kaltami, The Imperial SpyNet. Rumor was that any Party Crashers might get tossed into a Volcano, namely any Bulbs who were well known to be hated by The Ryouese.

It was also well known that Isabella owned a Pool full of Saltwater Crocodiles.....

IC

After a stop at Eat 'n Park for some delicious black angus homestyle burgers, the SUVs made their way through the streets of the city. The motorcade was proceeded by a pair of tough looking Blubs on military issue motorcyles, unarmed except for flashing blue lights on the front to warn away traffic.

On the front fenders of the SUVs were small Blubland flags, proudly announcing the diplomatic immunity to all.

And soon the motorcade pulled up to the gates of the Imperial Palace. The lead SUV's window rolled down, revealing a Blub wearing a black suit and dark sunglasses. A secret service type. He looked at the gate guard, "Blubland has sent Ambassadors to this gathering. Under international law and diplomatic protocal, we request entry of our Ambassadors."

Isabella awaited the visitors. She had ordered three Chariots to carry the visitors and anyone coming with them though The very Streets of Shai it self.

Shai Imperial International Airport was ready for them to land and see The Glory of the Capital of The Ryouese Empire.

"It seems we are here, Your Majesty, and three chariots await us. I suppose the Ryou feel quite classical in their overtures of good will towards us, don't they?"

Rucinsky and the Empress walked out from the plane onto the red carpet that was typical of any diplomatic gathering while their eyes immediately began scanning their surroundings and, of course, they soon fell upon Isabella and her three chariots. This was something quite new since both the Empress and Rucinsky were accustomed to being driven around a city in a limosuine rather than a chariot but, indeed, it would not have prevented them from making, or trying to make, the Ryou into a friend or, at least, into a nation that wouldn't be Ixanophobic but, then again, no nations had recently declared an outright hatred of anything Ixanian.

They stood in full view of Isabella and smiled. It seemed everything was off to a decent start.

OOC: Pro-ODECON press gogogo

"In three, two..."

"This is Cadence Peterson, reporting for the Adenian Broadcasting Corporation World Service's 6 O'Clock News.

"In today's headlines, the Ryouese Empress, one Isabella, has announced the intention of her administration to hold a ball in honour of a diplomatic visit by Hans Kirsch, signifying the first in a new era of ODECON-Ryouese relations.

"Travelling to the same ball is rumoured to be both Ivan Rucinsky, and the Empress of Ixania herself, promising the event to be one of the most highly-reported in history.

"I stand here outside Shai International Airport inside the Ryou Bla- wait, wait, just passing us is a Blubland Diplomatic Motorcade. It seems not unreasonable to believe that this may be related to the diplomatic ball, as the motorcade has made it's way directly down the main thoroughfare to the Imperial Palace. More news on this as it develops - back to the studio."

"Aaaaand...we're out."

"Oh thank God. Get the crew together, follow that motorcade."

The Mercedes Sprinter moved away from the kerb once the 8 metre aerial had finished it's descent into the body of the van. Keeping track of the Blubland motorcade through the streets of Shai, they were forced to make camp and wait for the main ABC camera crew to arrive in the brightly marked lorry that accompanied most foreign despatch teams.

2:03 PM LST, Bundesluft VIP Transport 027
Airspace above the Ryou Black Islands

Hans awoke with a jolt, cutting a pleasant dream he was having in two. He rubbed his eyes gingerly, allowing them to adjust to the light of the plane cabin. The trip to the Ryou Black Islands was long and he had been trying to get a decent sleep in, but it seemed as though turbulence had other plans. He glanced over to the man sitting to his right; Michael Richardson, of Greston.

Richardson didn't seem to be having any luck getting to sleep either, and Hans shifted to a seat nearer to the aisle so that he could speak to him on the other side of the plane. Richardson lifted his eyes up from the magazine he was reading and turned his head to face Hans.

"I can't believe we're actually doing this," he said in a hushed tone, as if Empress Isabella was in the next seat. Hans smirked.

"I can't either. The Chancellor thought I was joking when I mentioned that Isabella invited me to a 'vacation,'" Hans muttered. "What do you think this little excursion will consist of?"

"Off the top of my head? Probably a dance, with scantily clad Asian women, a Manga-reading extravaganza, and maybe, if we're lucky, an actual diplomatic discussion," Richardson responded, sarcasm dripping from his words. Hans chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Honestly though, Hans, is this going to make a difference?"

Hans thought for a moment. "Probably not," he said simply. "Unless the Empress can convince me that the Ryouese people will never capture or sink another merchant ship or invade another minuscule democracy for no reason whatsoever." Richardson burst out into legitimate laughter.

"Not bloody likely, my friend."

[[OOC: I said you could so it's all good. I must say, I think you've got him down.]]

2:05 PM GCST, Bundesluft VIP Transport 027
Airspace above the Ryou Black Islands

Richardson's mild laughter seemed to quiet down and slowly disappear shortly after. He decided it was the perfect time catch up on his reading and he shuffled through the stack of magazines to his right. He, shortly after, came upon a recent issue of The Financier. He shifted his weight into a more comfortable position, to possibly compensate for his lack of sleep and alchohal, and opened up to the International News page.

He quickly read through a dry article on the fighting in Nueavo Italia than skimmed over an editorial on the Ryouese that was almost word for word of the speech Striker had delivered the day before.

Michael crossed his legs and said sourly, "The Londinians did this better."

"The Financier," Hans looked at the cover of the magazine as Michael flipped passed an advertisement, "I thought that stopped printing after the Londinians were, um, lost in translation."

"Rather lost in the fires brought upon them by thousands of nuclear warheads," he replied starkly, "it's still around because the Grestonians and Vetalians have been going through this 'preservation of the Londinian culture' project. We decided to adopt their magazine, The Financier, and the Kensington Times newspaper in the hopes to preserve their culture. The poor asshat given the position of Editor-in-cheif of The Financier, Carl Stantback, turned out to be the biggest fat cat in Greston and doesn't know a thing about literature or The Financier."

Richardson looked up at the red sign above the cock pits entrance and stared down at his watch. His eyes lit up and he scrambled through his case for a bottle of William Jack's whisky. He quickly came upon his treasure and poured himself a glass.

Hans motioned to the bottle that was almost quickly emptied.

"Oh this," Richardson stared down at the now completely empty bottle, "we're going to be landing soon."

"Yes, I'm aware of that. Is that a cause for celebration?"

"No, no. Striker forbade me to drink on this little expedition, he said something about the Ryouese Press trying to humiliate the Imperial Republic. I'm only allowed to drink on the flight over and back home."

Richardson finished his glass and buckled his seat belt upon noticing they were begining to land. Hans did the same, timidly. Michael found another bottle and threw it over to Hans who caught it with ease, despite the turbulance.

"Have some, it's perfect. Greston's finest. It'll calm you down, I always empty a bottle on a flight to an enemy nation. It will relax your nerves and help you out in our anime filled trip."

Hans chuckled as the wheels gently hit the tarmanac. The private jet stopped rocking and the company on board got up from their seats. Hans and his entourage of special operation units departed the jet first. Michael and his four elite special operations units came shortly after.

A massive crowd of cheery, yellow people surrounded by hundreds of the kind of guards you'd expect in front of a school or sheriffs department rather than an airport housing a few of the most important people in the world. An evening sunlight also greeted Michael as his eyes began to boil as did his body.

He slid down the stairs leading off the jet and was quickly surrounded by the rest of his guard which had arrived earlier to scour the area for any weapons before hand. Behind the Grestonian Special Officers (G. Spec. Ops.) hundreds of camera crews and reporters were gathering, both pro-ODECON and pro-Ryouese.

"It seems we are here, Your Majesty, and three chariots await us. I suppose the Ryou feel quite classical in their overtures of good will towards us, don't they?"

Rucinsky and the Empress walked out from the plane onto the red carpet that was typical of any diplomatic gathering while their eyes immediately began scanning their surroundings and, of course, they soon fell upon Isabella and her three chariots. This was something quite new since both the Empress and Rucinsky were accustomed to being driven around a city in a limosuine rather than a chariot but, indeed, it would not have prevented them from making, or trying to make, the Ryou into a friend or, at least, into a nation that wouldn't be Ixanophobic but, then again, no nations had recently declared an outright hatred of anything Ixanian.

They stood in full view of Isabella and smiled. It seemed everything was off to a decent start.

Driving though Shai it self was onlike going though any city in the world. For Shai was truly a Great city.

Giant Statues were all over the city, from statues of The Gods to the people who helped in The rise of Socialism and Communism. Near Shai air Port were five large Statues of Marx, Lenin, Mao, Castro, Yasashii Himura and Rei Nakagishima. other Large Statues to Gods like Hikari no Hime, Hatar, Taisen, Gaishi Pan and Umi no Kami. Even larger was The Statue of Isabella, called Isabella Victoria Showed The Ryouese Empress holding the head of a Stevidian Knight Templar.

with Changes in alliances comes changes in Art.

All around were places of worship to many Religions from Islam to Ryouese Shintoism. The Two largest in the city were Saint Basil's Cathedral f The Assyrian Church of The East and near by The Grand Temple of Umi no Kami.

The City also housed Large Skyscrapers that were taller then any on The Islands, Neon signs blazed with Ads from Companies from all over The Ryouese Empire.

But the biggest was The Imperial Palace, Larger then a Floating city over 300 Acres, it was the largest building in The imperial capital. Walls surrounded it, with Anti-Aircraft Defenses and Large guns ready for any enemy to try and take it. The Palace had over 150,000 Troops in it to guard it against enemy attack

Isabella soon told her Imperial Guard to let them in.

OOC: Mao? You will honor him, Ryou, but condemn Stalin (you usually refer to enemies as Stalinists among many other names) with whom Mao had a deep friendship with? Doesn't that sound a bit hypocritical of your nation?

Anywho, an IC post will be coming soon. I do not have time, at the moment, do a detailed post as I would want.

OOC: I’m using Ryouese Standard Time, whatever the hell that is.

2:14 PM RST, Shai International Airport
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

An excited gaggle of Ryouese reporters descended upon the two men and their escorts as they walked briskly down the removable stairs on the plane. The smallest and quickest of the pack ran up to Hans, thrusting a microphone in his face.

“Mr. Kirsch, is it true that Leistung wishes to destroy the integrity and culture of the Ryouese people?” he asked, yelling to be heard over the multitude of similarly exited reporters. Hans rolled his eyes.

“The Federal Republic wishes no such thing,” he said dismissively, waving off the mousy reporter. Michael followed suit, waving off the reporters who managed to break through the eight Leistungi and Grestonian special forces soldiers. They clambered into a waiting limousine on the tarmac and were quickly whisked away to the heart of Shai.

Hans peered out the window, interested in what the capital city of their possible nemesis would look like. It was a fair city all right, though a number of the statues were rather disturbing, consisting mainly of headless foreigners and screaming Ryouese soldiers, and there was a certain je ne sais pas that made Hans uneasy in this Asian environment. Michael, on the other hand, seemed almost serene, as if he had done this all a thousand times. He turned his head towards Hans, a look of mock confusion on his face.

“I don’t understand,” he started. “Where are all the prostitutes? I was told that there would be prostitutes lining the streets!” Hans laughed, turning back towards the window just in time to see a massive building beginning to come into view. He tapped the glass separating Michael and him from the driver, and the driver lowered the divider.

“Yes, Mr. Kirsch?” he asked, with the slightest hint of contempt in his voice. “Is there something you need?”

“What is that building we’re heading towards?” Hans asked. “The large walled one.”

“That’s the Imperial Palace, the home of our beloved Empress Isabella,” the driver responded, before putting the divider back up. Michael rolled his eyes and mocked shooting himself in the head.

2:38 PM RST, Imperial Palace
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

Hans exited the limousine first, followed by Michael, and the two walked together, escorts in tow, up to the steps of the palace. A young-looking woman in royal garb nodded to them, and Hans nodded back, not noticing whether Michael bothered to return the greeting.

“Empress Isabella, I presume?” Hans asked courteously, bowing slightly and trying to ignore the smirk on Michael’s face.

"Empress Isabella just what i bloodly need ,bet no one told her we kicked out her poeple from our nation and ban them,while we cut all ties,trade and pulled out of Ixania"said the soldier then looks around

"dosib show offs and they say they not blood thirsty when they have a statue of holding dosib head "

Following the Blubland motorcade were also reporters from the Greali Times and the Sasha Journal (All Pro-ODECON newspapers). Another SUV following the Greali reporters were four GIA (Greal Intelligence Agency) that were informed to keep an eye on their countrymen, in case something happens. The reporters were more interested in what happened if the Blubland motorcade arrived. At other locations, a dozen of Greali reporters were following the Leistung diplomat, and also more were trying to ask the Greston diplomat questions.

Following the Greali reporters were the new Stoklomolvi News Wire reporters and members of the consolidated Stoklomolvi Wire Service. There were no private newspapers or news companies in Stoklomolvi yet, though none of the reporters hounded the diplomats. They stood around and observed, listening to all conversations.

Tag

OOC: I’m using Ryouese Standard Time, whatever the hell that is.

2:14 PM RST, Shai International Airport
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

An excited gaggle of Ryouese reporters descended upon the two men and their escorts as they walked briskly down the removable stairs on the plane. The smallest and quickest of the pack ran up to Hans, thrusting a microphone in his face.

“Mr. Kirsch, is it true that Leistung wishes to destroy the integrity and culture of the Ryouese people?” he asked, yelling to be heard over the multitude of similarly exited reporters. Hans rolled his eyes.

“The Federal Republic wishes no such thing,” he said dismissively, waving off the mousy reporter. Michael followed suit, waving off the reporters who managed to break through the eight Leistungi and Grestonian special forces soldiers. They clambered into a waiting limousine on the tarmac and were quickly whisked away to the heart of Shai.

Hans peered out the window, interested in what the capital city of their possible nemesis would look like. It was a fair city all right, though a number of the statues were rather disturbing, consisting mainly of headless foreigners and screaming Ryouese soldiers, and there was a certain je ne sais pas that made Hans uneasy in this Asian environment. Michael, on the other hand, seemed almost serene, as if he had done this all a thousand times. He turned his head towards Hans, a look of mock confusion on his face.

“I don’t understand,” he started. “Where are all the prostitutes? I was told that there would be prostitutes lining the streets!” Hans laughed, turning back towards the window just in time to see a massive building beginning to come into view. He tapped the glass separating Michael and him from the driver, and the driver lowered the divider.

“Yes, Mr. Kirsch?” he asked, with the slightest hint of contempt in his voice. “Is there something you need?”

“What is that building we’re heading towards?” Hans asked. “The large walled one.”

“That’s the Imperial Palace, the home of our beloved Empress Isabella,” the driver responded, before putting the divider back up. Michael rolled his eyes and mocked shooting himself in the head.

2:38 PM RST, Imperial Palace
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

Hans exited the limousine first, followed by Michael, and the two walked together, escorts in tow, up to the steps of the palace. A young-looking woman in royal garb nodded to them, and Hans nodded back, not noticing whether Michael bothered to return the greeting.

“Empress Isabella, I presume?” Hans asked courteously, bowing slightly and trying to ignore the smirk on Michael’s face.

If The city was grand outside, The Imperial Throne Room was like The Metropolitan Museum mixed with Versailles, but far larger. The Floor was made of pure Silver, one could see him or her self with it. All around were works of art that meant to show The wonders of The Ryouese Artists.

On a Throne made of gold and Rubies set Isabella (http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/Princess3-1.jpg) next to her was her husband, Hirohito. Also with them were members of The Empire it self

Grand General Naya Mewsyu (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=AnimalGirl-1.jpg): a deadly Fighter and one of the many Good Commanders of The Imperial Marines, known to have beheaded enemy officers to for the common soldiers to give up for face ending up like them.

Countess Moreta Del Kangura (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=CountessMoreta.jpg): known as the Countess of The Nekos, Dread Countess, The Great General of The Imperial Marines and Imperial Countess, Moreta is as ruthless in The Political arena as she is in the battlefield. Was known to have supported Asuka's Coup only to see Asuka fall.........by Moreta's own plotting.

Saiunko Minamoto (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=Saiunkoku_Monogatari_Shuurei_Kou.jpg) Is one was to go and search for a Politician who could get a job done, it is The Grand Minister of The Ryou Black Islands. Saiunko knows how to get around Red Tape..........by hacking it to shreds before it was to much.

Saiunko's Half Sister Grand Admiral Ryu Minamoto (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=st_sakura0069.jpg): was no one to mes with. For it is said her mother was Umi no Kami her self, Goddess of the sea. Her father, Roruponngi Minamoto, was killed in a fight between two rival Clans. Ryu soon ended all Clan wars by Force, making The Minamotos The real rulers of The Ryouese people.

Kanna (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=at_kanna0017.jpg): Leader of The Pirate's Guild, Hero of The Empire, Admiral of all The Pirates, Dark Heart of Xanadou, Sacker of enemy ships, The Most feared Pirate in the world, She was here, under Isabella's Protection/

Grand Admiral Artemisia (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=Artemisia1.jpg): Grand Admiral of he Ryouese Indian Ocean Fleet, already back from planning to challenge East Conagree's Navy in the Indian Ocean.

Sky Marshal Kaede (http://s29.photobucket.com/albums/c284/ClintHoyt/NationStates/?action=view&current=kaede03.jpg): Leader of The Air Force of The Empire, Commander of The Airship Fleet that in her words: 'All enemies shall look upon it and know despair.'

Mar Scheherazade Ara Min (http://www.peshitta.org/images/MarShimunPic.jpg): Catholicos Patriarch of the Assyrian Church of the East. He is the closest to Isabella, since she is a member of The Assyrian Church. He is also known for helping the poor, being friendly to Muslims and pro Imperial.

"Welcome to Shai," Isabella said, "How was your trip here?"

what a bloodly waste of money this room and that seat is the soldier who was a officer thinks as he drinks from a canteen as he looks around the throne room as he stand at the back

Imperial Palace

And of course, the Blubland motorcade was sitting at the gates of the palace. One of the Blubland agents in the lead SUV had his window down and was looking at a Ryou gate guard.

"Ahem. This is an official Blubland delegation here for this gathering." Said loudly enough that the mass of press reporters from 3 different nations following the motorcade could hear/record, "We would like to be permitted entry. Under international law and diplomatic protocol, our Ambassadors are quite curious to see what is going on here."

In one of the other SUVs, the Ambassadors looked at each other, "What's the hold up?"

The Empress of Ixania didn't seem to be amazed at the sight of Isabella's palace merely because she had been born and raised within the confines of one back in her own homeland although she took the time to say that it was quite aesthetically presentable and well kept but, then again, royalty always made sure their homes were well kept lest they be regarded lesser than they should be in the eyes of others. Rucinsky, as well, generally didn't hold any major awe in the face of Isabella's palace due to being seen at and in the palaces of his liege. As they walked into the palace, they noticed Isabella and her entourage speaking with the representatives from Leistung with whom relations were quite cordial. Rucinsky sought to introduce himself but he decided that he'd simply wait for him and the Empress to be noticed by the Ryou leaders.

"Ah, Empress Anastasia II," Isabella said, coming down to greet The Ixanian Empress. "I hope your trip here was good."

Imperial Palace

And of course, the Blubland motorcade was sitting at the gates of the palace. One of the Blubland agents in the lead SUV had his window down and was looking at a Ryou gate guard.

"Ahem. This is an official Blubland delegation here for this gathering." Said loudly enough that the mass of press reporters from 3 different nations following the motorcade could hear/record, "We would like to be permitted entry. Under international law and diplomatic protocol, our Ambassadors are quite curious to see what is going on here."

In one of the other SUVs, the Ambassadors looked at each other, "What's the hold up?"

"We will have to see your Pass." the guard said.

suck hole thinks the soldier as watchs Isabella suck up big time

"Ah, Empress Anastasia II," Isabella said, coming down to greet The Ixanian Empress. "I hope your trip here was good."

"My trip here was satisfactory to say the least and I look quite forward to fully experiencing what you have to offer me; I'm sure my foreign minister here, Mr. Rucinsky, is going to be quite able in handling diplomatic matters."

"We will have to see your Pass." the guard said.

One tentacle lifted a Blubland SS badge. This of course announced that he was indeed official, and that he was escorting VERY high level Blubbish Ambassasdors. "My badge."

"My trip here was satisfactory to say the least and I look quite forward to fully experiencing what you have to offer me; I'm sure my foreign minister here, Mr. Rucinsky, is going to be quite able in handling diplomatic matters."

"Ah," Isabella said, "Welcome Rucinsky, lets hope that we soon get to Diplomatic matters later. In the meantime, lets get ready for the ball this night."

"oh great no one said anything of a ball"said the soldier as he use his PDA to take notes

One tentacle lifted a Blubland SS badge. This of course announced that he was indeed official, and that he was escorting VERY high level Blubbish Ambassasdors. "My badge."

"Ok." The guard said. all the while, a group of Ninja Ops (Ryouese Special Forces) were shadowing the blubs.

"Ah," Isabella said, "Welcome Rucinsky, lets hope that we soon get to Diplomatic matters later. In the meantime, lets get ready for the ball this night."

"That is more than acceptable, Your Majesty, but perhaps my liege and I should know about the people who you are with which I assume to be your entourage of ministers and, what seems to me, to be the hated leader of pirates.....Kanna." Rucinsky said.

"Of course, I don't mean to start a ruckus but, after all, Kanna is connected to the whole piracy mess with that trading company of hers."

From the Desk
of
Most Holy and Serene Pope Peter-Thomas Aquantais

I have been away for far too long, the indecent illuminance of hate and the insanity spewed by the mewling, satanic enemies of the church have caused this great city to hide. I feel, however, that it is time for our isolation, the church's isolation, to end. I have thought, what better way than to come back upon world scene by attending a ball of one our worst enemies, a nation of belligerent, satanic people who have attacked us and threatened us and attempted to destroy our religion, the true religion. I feel now, that perhaps our hatred may cease and that the Ryouese can find the path to the true religion, the Roman Catholic Church.


Thank you.

"That is more than acceptable, Your Majesty, but perhaps my liege and I should know about the people who you are with which I assume to be your entourage of ministers and, what seems to me, to be the hated leader of pirates.....Kanna." Rucinsky said.

"Of course, I don't mean to start a ruckus but, after all, Kanna is connected to the whole piracy mess with that trading company of hers."

"Hey," Kanna said, "My Trading Company is 100% Honest, we only armed up after a few nations threaten not only my ships, but those of other Trade Companies also."

"Hey," Kanna said, "My Trading Company is 100% Honest, we only armed up after a few nations threaten not only my ships, but those of other Trade Companies also."

"The Ixanian Empire, unfortunately, won't open its ports to your ships but other Ryouese companies can certainly dock at our ports. It's just that we like to make sure our ports aren't under threat and neither are our sailors, etc. Anywho, now is not the time to discuss such things, I suppose, as your Empress has said. Now, I think some introductions are in order....who are these other people? Certainly they'd like to greet us as well, Kanna?"

"huh she keep her bloodly ship away from the Imperial Navy she nothing to worry about" the soldier say in a low voice as make another note

"The Ixanian Empire, unfortunately, won't open its ports to your ships but other Ryouese companies can certainly dock at our ports. It's just that we like to make sure our ports aren't under threat and neither are our sailors, etc. Anywho, now is not the time to discuss such things, I suppose, as your Empress has said. Now, I think some introductions are in order....who are these other people? Certainly they'd like to greet us as well, Kanna?"

"Oh, you mean the rest of The Imperial Court?" Kanna asked.

"Yes, she means the rest of us Kanna." Ryu said, bopping Kanna on the head. "Hello, I am Grand Admiral Ryu Minamoto." She said, bowing

"Grand Admiral Ryu Minamoto don't not know how to act right in front of another nation's ruler "

From the Desk
of
Most Holy and Serene Pope Peter-Thomas Aquantais

I have been away for far too long, the indecent illuminance of hate and the insanity spewed by the mewling, satanic enemies of the church have caused this great city to hide. I feel, however, that it is time for our isolation, the church's isolation, to end. I have thought, what better way than to come back upon world scene by attending a ball of one our worst enemies, a nation of belligerent, satanic people who have attacked us and threatened us and attempted to destroy our religion, the true religion. I feel now, that perhaps our hatred may cease and that the Ryouese can find the path to the true religion, the Roman Catholic Church.


Thank you.

While the Ryouese were the arch enemies with The Valtican and it's Pope (who they declared that was a terrorist and a fanatic.) The Ryouese would let him into The Islands, but no one would bow to him, as The Roman Catholic Church in The Ryou Black Islands was gone ever since his threat to Isabella.

"Oh, you mean the rest of The Imperial Court?" Kanna asked.

"Yes, she means the rest of us Kanna." Ryu said, bopping Kanna on the head. "Hello, I am Grand Admiral Ryu Minamoto." She said, bowing

Rucinsky was a bit grammar-conscious for a moment: "I'd like to say that I, a male, said those words. It is nice to meet you, Grand Admiral, and it is nice to meet the rest of the court. Now, I do hope you'll tell me about the ball and, as well, where my minister and I will be staying until the ball starts. I just want to make sure is all."

Anastasia then stepped forward. "As I'm sure you all know, I'm Empress Anastasia the Second of the Ixanian Empire, and I look quite forward to learning more about your nation during my visit. After all, they say knowledge is power in this world."

"knowledge is power in this world yeah what Anastasia on to think that bullshit,no wonder Carlos think she waste of time "

Rucinsky was a bit grammar-conscious for a moment: "I'd like to say that I, a male, said those words. It is nice to meet you, Grand Admiral, and it is nice to meet the rest of the court. Now, I do hope you'll tell me about the ball and, as well, where my minister and I will be staying until the ball starts. I just want to make sure is all."

Anastasia then stepped forward. "As I'm sure you all know, I'm Empress Anastasia the Second of the Ixanian Empire, and I look quite forward to learning more about your nation during my visit. After all, they say knowledge is power in this world."

"Ok," Ryu said, " I like you to meet my Half Sister, Saiunko Minamoto" The Grand Minister of The Ryou Black Islands came up and bowed to the two Ixanians "How is everything?" She asked.

"Ok." The guard said. all the while, a group of Ninja Ops (Ryouese Special Forces) were shadowing the blubs.

The agent nodded, eyestalks wobbling. "Thank you." And when the gates opened to the Imperial Palace, the Blubland motorcade would roll through and up the paved road towards the event. No doubt followed by the crowd of press.

Upon arriving infront of the Imperial Palace, the doors of the lead SUV opened and out stepped SS (Security Service) Blubs wearing dark suits and tinted sunglasses. They looked around cautiously and then nodded to another SUV. Its doors opened and out stepped two Blubland Ambassadors.

A lovely little Blubette wearing a yellow evening gown on the arm of her husband, a handsome older Blub wearing a tux for the event. The Ambassador was of course none other than Brubble himself, the same Blub who had been present during the Dominion Commonwealth crisis and the followup negotiations. An experienced diplomat.

One of the SS agents leaned in, "Mr. Ambassador, have a lovely evening."

And the husband and wife duo wandered down the red carpet towards the palace itself.

the Soldier walks up the gourp

"may i ask which of you is head of the Army?"

EDIT Dam'it Blub ,TRBI that question to you

the Soldier walks up the gourp

"may i ask which of you is head of the Army?"

EDIT Dam'it Blub ,TRBI that question to you

"Eh.......would you believe that our military is just The Marines?" Ryu said, "All Branches of The Military are joined as one Branch, The Revolutionary Imperial Marines."

"Eh.......would you believe that our military is just The Marines?" Ryu said, "All Branches of The Military are joined as one Branch, The Revolutionary Imperial Marines."

"huh sound like how some those..what the word..oh yes Communist have it set up" the Soldier then turn to Anastasia

"last time we meet a civil war started around you and we had to fly you the hell out of that nation fast"

the Soldier walks up the gourp

"may i ask which of you is head of the Army?"

EDIT Dam'it Blub ,TRBI that question to you

ooc: What?

"Ok," Ryu said, " I like you to meet my Half Sister, Saiunko Minamoto" The Grand Minister of The Ryou Black Islands came up and bowed to the two Ixanians "How is everything?" She asked.

"It is nice to meet you, Miss Minamoto. Everything is quite well. Will you be my Ryouese counterpart for the upcoming negotiations?"

"huh sound like how some those..what the word..oh yes Communist have it set up" the Soldier then turn to Anastasia

"last time we meet a civil war started around you and we had to fly you the hell out of that nation fast"

"I do hope Northern Rangeria is once again made peaceful. It's rather unfortunate that such a lovely nation could be torn apart like that."

"It is nice to meet you, Miss Minamoto. Everything is quite well. Will you be my Ryouese counterpart for the upcoming negotiations?"

"yes'

"I do hope Northern Rangeria is once again made peaceful. It's rather unfortunate that such a lovely nation could be torn apart like that."

"sad" said the soldier who turn his face to show a knife scar on his left side of his face,an Anastasia only knew one Imperial with that scar


ooc yes guessing game for her to see if she can recall his name :p

"yes'

"If you would like, we may deal with the talks now."

OOC: My God, everyone please stop posting for a second...I'm not in the last three pages, and this whole thing is meant for me...

OOC: Sorry this is a long post- they won't all be like this but this RP is moving so quickly I had to keep updating the post. Anyway, tally-ho!

IC:

Amid the flash photography, bustling journalists within the confines of the palace and outside the palace were five Stevidians. A news crew covering this highly publicised event like any other foreign or home grown national news agency was at the present time. Stevidian International News still covered Ryou internal stories from time to time as the tendrils of the Stevidian Empire gradually let go of the Ryou black islands. There were still sides of Stevid’s presence throughout this communist haven but most had been destroyed by the current government. In fact what used to be a sub-culture of anti-Stevidian protesters against communist foreign policy was now thriving and the government had taken it to heart, the latest sign that this Ryouese government was as fickle has the population that mewled was the relatively new statue of Princess Isabella holding the head of a Templar Knight. Though the Knights had never gone into combat against Ryou it nevertheless showed how quickly an alliance had been forged, twisted and destroyed by Ryouese arrogance and cowardice. It hadn’t been seen since the tattered alliance with Guffingford decades ago, long before the Second War of Golden Succession.

The news crew had captured this statue and the streams of foreign ministers and delegates filter into the palace, the news crews eager to get pictures in and outside of the palace. It was thought the operation would fail because the press might be allowed minimal access to this grand meeting of guests but Ryou was determined to put on a show for the world. And a show was all it was, Ryou had to understand that the world didn’t like them and crude remarks about ODECON and its members, including the power of the Holy Empire, had not gone down well. Even a press photographer from Imperial Isa had been allowed in there and Stevid didn’t know which nation they disliked more, Ryou or Imperial Isa, but if the host were content to let the Imperials in without comment then it was assumed the rest of the press were too. A conference room set aside deliberately for the press to cover the event was especially reserved but of course the official talks would happen behind closed doors, but that mattered little to the news crew- they were in and that’s all that mattered. They were scanned for weapons by intense Ryou security and any sort of gadget that looked suspicious. Watched were examined carefully too, nothing was missed by the security and once the crew showed that they were with SIN (Stevid International News) they received very special treatment. Short of a strip-search they were given a thorough going over. The five crewmembers were asked to remove all personal items including rings, watches and pens. One crew member, Alex, showed no emotion when asked to be searched but deep down his heart skipped a beat when he laid the pen and his ring down. The rings were important as were the pens to a news crew but the rings, bland and worn as they were, were physically symbols of marriage and meant everything to the crewmembers. Everything was check for surveillance equipment and secret weapons and nothing was found, that was because they didn’t have any- they had something far more sinister: Brain and brawn with a dash of audacity, something that couldn’t be found by searching.

The crew replaced their rings and retrieved their recording and transmitting equipment. They then blended into the busiest body of people and their hands fell to their rings, they rotated them round the ring finger and it cut through their skin and drew blood. The rings were negatively charged and sparked and electric shock in the positively charged bodies of the news crew, tiny twitch on the eyelid gave away the sign of a simple static shock. What wasn’t simple was the activation of the nano-machines in their bloodstream too small for the detectors; they got to work and began transmitting vital signs and exact global position to a target unknown to the Ryouese. The miniscule transmitting equipment in each of the five’s ears were also activated allowing them to communicate to each other over distance but also back to those controlling the operation.

Section 8 Grid Control Room, MI6, Stevid

“Top Hat to agents Alex, Tanya, Rogue and Rose. Proceed with operation” A sleek and beautiful woman dressed in a white tux said through her headset deep inside MI6 HQ in Stevid. “Control, status on operatives in the current field of operations?” She finished as she swept part of her blonde hair to one side.

“Codenamed Alex, Tanya, Rogue and Rose all transmitting vital signs and global positioning information. Vox Nano-communication sets at 100% signal and efficiency. Adenia agent now active as is Leistung operative”

Imperial Palace

The agent with Britannica Adenia codenamed McIntyre had also activated his ring and had begun to enjoy the festivities. He had arrived with ABC news as a freelance reporter seconded to the news team sent there. Unknown to everyone he was a sleeper and currently mingling with people at the ball, dignitary and press corps- in fact trying to locate the presence of other agents. The operative with Leistung was active too but had a less important role and was busy relaying information back to Stevid and a tiny data feed but heavily disguised and encrypted to prevent Ryou detection. It was a simple spy op and it was off to a good start.

McIntyre spotted the home-grown Stevidian agents busy pretending to report the news over a live feed and after made brief but significant eye contact with the cameraman. It was all that was needed and McIntyre reported back that the operation was commencing. He slinked over to the bar and ordered a few drinks, no alcoholic and glanced over towards the staff door, it was unguarded but had a pass code entry lock. After several people had entered and left through the door he soon knew the code and smiled as he struck up a simple political discussion with the barman. He tapped the table and to any observer it was just subtle tapping during talk but the cameraman had zoomed in on his screen and noticed that McIntyre was tapping the number sequence. He committed it to memory and continued with the fake interview.

The Leistung operative codenamed Charles for the evening was busy with his own friends trying to get a glimpse of the important people. He saw Isabella, as an agent he banished such thoughts but it was hard not to be drawn by her impeccable beauty even though she a mind of corrupt heresy and a heart of pure coal. Several foreign representatives were conversing too to one side behind a wall of security including those from Ixania. What with the courtship between Stevidian and Ixania royalty coming together nicely, their safety had to be ensured along with the protection of other allied ambassadors. But with Isabella were several Ryouese officials included the pirate warlord Kanna.

He turned and muttered to himself over the din of chatter and laughter. “Charles to Top Hat. I have the target in sight. Proceed but with caution.”

By this time the barman had left McIntyre and the Stevidian crew had finished their work, McIntyre walked to the staff door but was approached by the Stevidians and they struck up a dialogue of old friends meeting while the cameraman handed his things to Tanya and proceeded to open the door through all the commotion, avoiding the CCTV in the process.

“Top Hat this is Alex, proceeding as planned.” He found a suitable place to hide while he waited for the order to move. Richardson would soon be representing his country on his ability to drink a lot and those opposing him would be in high office. It was Stevid’s job to kick them out of the office and this life permanently.

"If you would like, we may deal with the talks now."

"Ok," Saiunko said to Rucinsky and Anastasia. Isabella soon turned back to The Ixanian Empress. "Well, The Ball will start soon, So lets see what dress you would like to wear."

"sad" said the soldier who turn his face to show a knife scar on his left side of his face,an Anastasia only knew one Imperial with that scar


ooc yes guessing game for her to see if she can recall his name :p

"It is sad, David, whenever such things happen."

OOC: My God, everyone please stop posting for a second...I'm not in the last three pages, and this whole thing is meant for me...

OOC: Me as well. :p

Well, The Ball will start soon

"great just the thing i had no idea of it happening"said the Soldier still with them

The Security was tight in the Imperial Palace as not only was The Imperial Marines and Isabella's Imperial Guard there, but Ninja Ops and The Knights of Saint Basil were there. The Knights for protection of Mar Scheherazade Ara Min.

The Imperial Guards were all Female, most dressed as maids, Armed with AK-47s and Cutlasses. Also there were The Congress Guard, Better known as The Maoist Guard when Rei Nakagishima was ruling The in The People's Republic Era, Saiunko's Bodyguards now

The Ball Room was being set up for that nights ball, the Imperial Cooks were getting the food ready and it would be the first time the Ixanians would see what The Ryouese ate.

"It is sad, David, whenever such things happen."

"yes world changes and so do thing between nations"answer David

3:01 PM RST, Imperial Palace
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

Ministers Hans Kirsch and Michael Richardson of Leistung and Greston (respectively) busied themselves with conversation, and while Richardson chatted with one of the council members, Hans walked up to the Empress Isabella and bowed once more.

"Your highness, it is an honor to be in your presence," he started, swallowing his pride. His eyes drifted to meet those of Kanna, and he frowned slightly. "Your highness, before we begin the ball, I would like to speak to you about a matter which I'm sure has been on the minds of Leistungis and Grestonians alike--the issue of Kanna and the Ryou Black Island's support of piracy. Would you be willing to step aside and talk, or would you prefer that we wait until the festivities have come to a close?"

"Ok," Saiunko said to Rucinsky and Anastasia. Isabella soon turned back to The Ixanian Empress. "Well, The Ball will start soon, So lets see what dress you would like to wear."

Anastasia smiled. "I assume that you have dresses for me to wear? Well, I guess I wouldn't mind wearing one of your nation's dresses although I did bring my own. After all, we did hear that there'd be a ball."

Rucinsky nodded. "Shall we head off to the nearest conference room, Minamoto?"

3:01 PM RST, Imperial Palace
Shai, Ryou Black Islands

Ministers Hans Kirsch and Michael Richardson of Leistung and Greston (respectively) busied themselves with conversation, and while Richardson chatted with one of the council members, Hans walked up to the Empress Isabella and bowed once more.

"Your highness, it is an honor to be in your presence," he started, swallowing his pride. His eyes drifted to meet those of Kanna, and he frowned slightly. "Your highness, before we begin the ball, I would like to speak to you about a matter which I'm sure has been on the minds of Leistungis and Grestonians alike--the issue of Kanna and the Ryou Black Island's support of piracy. Would you be willing to step aside and talk, or would you prefer that we wait until the festivities have come to a close?"

"Kanna is a Hero to The Ryou Black Islands, she helped bring the downfall of DoubleWideville and has been a help to The Imperial Marines, even helped end General Asuka's Reign. Also Xanadou Trade Inc is a Honest Company, we only armed our Trade Ships after a few nations threaten our shipping."

Imperial Palace

Annnd the big doors would open. Down the red carpet came the Blub delegation. A handful of serious looking agents spread out among the crowd even as Blubland's Ambassador and his wife looking demure strolled casually down the carpet. They made a fabulous couple, smiling politely and nodding to friendly faces.

"Kanna is a Hero to The Ryou Black Islands, she helped bring the downfall of DoubleWideville and has been a help to The Imperial Marines, even helped end General Asuka's Reign. Also Xanadou Trade Inc is a Honest Company, we only armed our Trade Ships after a few nations threaten our shipping."

Hans frowned again. "Unfortunately, your reasons are at this point irrelevant. The fact remains that there are pirate bases dotted all over the Ryou Black Islands, and we as a nation cannot stand for it."

He paused, allowing Isabella to think before continuing. "And what of your sinking of an innocent East Congaree merchant vessel? How can you justify such actions?

Hans frowned again. "Unfortunately, your reasons are at this point irrelevant. The fact remains that there are pirate bases dotted all over the Ryou Black Islands, and we as a nation cannot stand for it."

He paused, allowing Isabella to think before continuing. "And what of your sinking of an innocent East Congaree merchant vessel? How can you justify such actions?

"I do not know of the sinking of The East Conagree Ship before this war started, but The war started with Trade, like many wars, it started with something small like Trade or sinking of a ship."

"As for Kanna's Pirate Guild, she is more after Smugglers like those in The Smugglers Alliance, who even we are at war with."

Meanwhile, Ryu came up to the Ixanian Empress holding a Dress of Cherry Blossom Pink. "I hope this is your size." Ryu said, "It was my Half Sister's Mother's Dress and we both agree it would be good for a guest to wear it."

Meanwhile, Ryu came up to the Ixanian Empress holding a Dress of Cherry Blossom Pink. "I hope this is your size." Ryu said, "It was my Half Sister's Mother's Dress and we both agree it would be good for a guest to wear it."

Anastasia examined the dress with a smile. "It looks quite good for me to wear and I thank you for giving it to me. Do you know where I can try it on?"

David walks up to one of the maids

"where on earth can a guest get a bottle of vodka " he asked

Anastasia examined the dress with a smile. "It looks quite good for me to wear and I thank you for giving it to me. Do you know where I can try it on?"

"I can lead you to my room." Ryu said, "If you want that is."

David walks up to one of the maids

"where on earth can a guest get a bottle of vodka " he asked

Kanna soon looked at The Isan, "Vodka? why drink that Russian Tar when you can have Sake."

"I can lead you to my room." Ryu said, "If you want that is."

"Your room would be alright. As long as my privacy can be secured, I am fine changing there."

"Your room would be alright. As long as my privacy can be secured, I am fine changing there."

"I am coming with you." Grand General Naya said. "Ok, if it is fine with Anastasia-sama" Ryu said.

Kanna soon looked at The Isan, "Vodka? why drink that Russian Tar when you can have Sake."

ooc ok now you been around to know isan FT and to know that David MT/PMT character of Imperial
ic

David look at her eye's of veteran soldier

"it not for you to say what i drink and how so now give a dam drink"

ooc ok now you been around to know isan FT and to know that David MT/PMT character of Imperial
ic

David look at her eye's of veteran soldier

"it not for you to say what i drink and how so now give a dam drink"

"Ok," Kanna said, Smiling as she gave The Imperial a Bottle of Rum. "I have a second bottle for tonight"

"I am coming with you." Grand General Naya said. "Ok, if it is fine with Anastasia-sama" Ryu said.

"I guess she could come along with me....but I am assuming she'd just be watching outside the door to make sure nothing happens as I change into this dress."

"I do not know of the sinking of The East Conagree Ship before this war started, but The war started with Trade, like many wars, it started with something small like Trade or sinking of a ship."

"As for Kanna's Pirate Guild, she is more after Smugglers like those in The Smugglers Alliance, who even we are at war with."

Hans was beginning to get agitated. "Your highness, I have it on good authority that your pirates attacked a ship of the East Congaree Merchant Marine. If you cannot answer for it, just say so--you don't need to spin a web of lies to convince me.

"And how can you possible hope to explain the Ryou Black Islands' history of warmongering? Cypron, Roma V, and East Congaree have all suffered under the yoke of your oppression, dear Empress."

"I guess she could come along with me....but I am assuming she'd just be watching outside the door to make sure nothing happens as I change into this dress."

"She will," Ryu said before Naya could say anything. Ryu soon started leading the other two (Naya and Anastasia) too her room in the Imperial Palace.

"She will," Ryu said before Naya could say anything. Ryu soon started leading the other two (Naya and Anastasia) too her room in the Imperial Palace.

"That makes me happy to hear such assurances, Miss Nakagishima."

"Ok," Kanna said, Smiling as she gave The Imperial a Bottle of Rum. "I have a second bottle for tonight"

"that nice" David said taking the bottle abd turning to face the door

Hans was beginning to get agitated. "Your highness, I have it on good authority that your pirates attacked a ship of the East Congaree Merchant Marine. If you cannot answer for it, just say so--you don't need to spin a web of lies to convince me.

"And how can you possible hope to explain the Ryou Black Islands' history of warmongering? Cypron, Roma V, and East Congaree have all suffered under the yoke of your oppression, dear Empress."

"The Ryouese are Warriors. thousands of years ago, The Ryouese were Nomadic raiders who lived on Ships, going from island to Island in the Pacific, raiding Islands for Food, Weapons and even women and young males (We have gotten out of that Part mainly). We still have not forgotten who we are."

"As for The wars against a few nations, they were sorry times. Roma V was supporting a nation that Threaten the lives of many Ryouese. We feared The Nation of Cypron would be like Po Pot's Cambodia and The Tea war with East Conagree started with trade and the attack on the ship."

"As for who attacked it, I do not know, but my SpyNet thinks it was The Smugglers Alliance, who also use Piracy, only it is out of anyone's Control, even Kanna's"

"That makes me happy to hear such assurances, Miss Nakagishima."

"Miss Nakagishima?" Both Naya and Ryu asked, Confused.

"The Ryouese are Warriors. thousands of years ago, The Ryouese were Nomadic raiders who lived on Ships, going from island to Island in the Pacific, raiding Islands for Food, Weapons and even women and young males (We have gotten out of that Part mainly). We still have not forgotten who we are."

"If you want to practice your traditions, that's your business, but when you endanger my people, it becomes mine," Hans spat out. "Your culture may very well be appalling to me, but that matters little in the scheme of things--it is the results of your cultural traditions which make cringe."

Hans looked over his shoulder to Michael, who nodded slightly.

"If you want to practice your traditions, that's your business, but when you endanger my people, it becomes mine," Hans spat out. "Your culture may very well be appalling to me, but that matters little in the scheme of things--it is the results of your cultural traditions which make cringe."

Hans looked over his shoulder to Michael, who nodded slightly.

"well, it will change tonight soon," Isabella said, "and Not for ODECON." She soon walked off.

The Stoklomolvi reporters watched the resulting chaos as the meeting took place. Eventually, after beating down several angry people with steel rods and kicking several people away, they reached the meeting hall.

David still in the spot her got his drink start to whistle a tone betweens sips as he wait to see what happen next


ooc what he whistling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4RuNuPH3ik

The Stoklomolvi reporters watched the resulting chaos as the meeting took place. Eventually, after beating down several angry people with steel rods and kicking several people away, they reached the meeting hall.

This Chaos soon brought in The Imperial Guard, who aimed their guns at The Stoklomovi Reporters "Freeze!" one of them called out, "You are under arrest for assault on Several Civilians."

David still in the spot her got his drink start to whistle a tone between sips as he wait to see what happen next


ooc what he whistling
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I4RuNuPH3ik

"So, how is life in your nation with out Ryouese products?" Kanna asked.

The reporters kept filming.

"You touch us, you violate our diplomatic immunity!"

The Blubland delegation wandered about the party, peering about curiously at the various persons present. The Ambassador's wife looked distastfully at the buffet table. "Ick. This Ryou pigfood is disgusting, honey."

The Blubland Ambassador frowned, patting his wife's tentacle gently. "I'll have someone order a pizza or something, dear." He lead her further along, examining the gaudy decour of the room.

"You lost it when to attack our own Civilians!" the Imperial Guard yelled as a Group of Soldiers grabbed the Stoklomolvi Reporters and took them to see Isabella.

The reporters did not struggle. One of them had a piece of steel pipe in his coat.

The reporters did not struggle. One of them had a piece of steel pipe in his coat.

"Tie their hands behind them." the Commander said as the Ryouese Imperial Guards soon started tie The hands of the Reporters up with Strong Cord. Then they soon lead them to The Imperial Throne Room.

"What is going on?" Isabella said. "These Stoklomolvi Reporters attacked seven Civilian with out cause." The Imperial Guard Commander said.

"Is this True?" Isabella said to The Reporters.

"So, how is life in your nation with out Ryouese products?" Kanna asked.

"good and is that walking snot i see walking "said David

"Tie their hands behind them." the Commander said as the Ryouese Imperial Guards soon started tie The hands of the Reporters up with Strong Cord. Then they soon lead them to The Imperial Throne Room.

"What is going on?" Isabella said. "These Stoklomolvi Reporters attacked seven Civilian with out cause." The Imperial Guard Commander said.

"Is this True?" Isabella said to The Reporters.

And of course, it'd only be a Ryouese party with prisoners. The Blubland contingent looked towards the prisoners being marched through the room with tied hands until they disappeared into the throne room.

The Blubette sipped wine and rolled her eyes, "Ryouese." Her husband nodded.

"good and is that walking snot i see walking "said David

Kanna looked around and soon saw what David saw "Blub!" She yelled, screaming and started running.

[OOC: Slight metagaming there, but whatever.]

One of the reporters dislodged his fingers and slipped out of the "Strong Cord", grasping it so that it looked like he was still tied but was not. Luckily, they did not tie his wrists, for whatever reason. It was painful, but he stood the pain. Another reporter spoke up.

"It was I who beat down most of the angry civilians, who were clawing and trampling us. And by arresting us you have violated our diplomatic immunity."

The other reporter stood, unmoving.

Kanna looked around and soon saw what David saw "Blub!" She yelled, screaming and started running.

"look nothing like one" David said as he turn to watch her run off

"odd female"

[OOC: Slight metagaming there, but whatever.]

One of the reporters dislodged his fingers and slipped out of the "Strong Cord", grasping it so that it looked like he was still tied but was not. Luckily, they did not tie his wrists, for whatever reason. It was painful, but he stood the pain. Another reporter spoke up.

"It was I who beat down most of the angry civilians, who were clawing and trampling us. And by arresting us you have violated our diplomatic immunity."

The other reporter stood, unmoving.

"You do know that assault on a Ryouese Civilian, even by a Ryouese will be punishable by ten years hard labor." Isabella said, "But I will let you off with The Lesser Charge of Assault in self-defense and a fine of 4,000 USD, from Each Reporter."

"well, it will change tonight soon," Isabella said, "and Not for ODECON." She soon walked off.

Hans cut in front of the Stoklomolvi reporters who seemed to be creating some sort of ruckus and came face-to-face with Isabella again. "Your highness, I really don't appreciate the cryptic messages. If you have something important to share with me, by all means do."

He had promised himself that he would keep his composure, but Isabella was an infuriatingly hard-headed person, and it seemed that it would only be a matter of time before he lost his cool.

Kanna looked around and soon saw what David saw "Blub!" She yelled, screaming and started running.

The Blubs, for all of their greatness could often be somewhat oblivious. Even as some woman screamed and took off running in the background, a SS agent was checking the local directory of his cellphone.

He looked up, "Mr. Ambassador?"

The Ambassador, Brubble nodded, "Hmm?"

"Sir, I found a Pizza Hut in the Yellow Pages. Your wife said she was hungry?"

"Oh my yes. She can't stand Ryouese food. Last time she ordered from a Ryouese takeout she got food poisoning."

The agent dialed the number, "Hello? Oh, yes. We'd like to order a pizza f-.."

The Ambassador broke in, "Jobbo, not just one pizza. Order for all the agents as well please. Oh, and order a few extra incase any of the other guests are hungry."

The agent nodded, "Yes, make that twelve pizzas. We want six thin and six thick crust. Two extra cheese, two pepperoni and two supreme each. Yes." He waited as the pizza guy tallied it all up. "Yes. Yes. Mmmhmm. Yes, bring it to the Imperial Palace." Pause. "No, this isn't a prank call. Deliver them to the Palace gates, we'll throw in an extra fifty bucks if you get it here in under half an hour. I'll have someone wait by the gate."

"If you so much touch us again, we will talk to the government of Stoklomolvi, which will then deal with you appropriately. I don't think our government will take kindly to the Ryou Black Islands arresting its reporters."

He nodded to his left.
OOC

The reporter quickly tossed the cord on the ground, flashed out the pipe, and threw it as hard as he could at the empress.

In the Ball Room, things were set for the ball. The Kitchens were making the dinner and it would soon be time for the ball. Things were gong well........

That is If The Blubs who somehow came in would not crash this ball.

"If you so much touch us again, we will talk to the government of Stoklomolvi, which will then deal with you appropriately. I don't think our government will take kindly to the Ryou Black Islands arresting its reporters."

He nodded to his left.
OOC

The reporter quickly tossed the cord on the ground, flashed out the pipe, and threw it as hard as he could at the empress.

OOC: what is with the OOC?

[OOC: Foolin' with ya. :p ]

[OOC: Foolin' with ya. :p ]

OOC: which was the fooling around part?

((OOC: I achieved Ryou's permission to skip my crew landing and start off with them arriving at the palace.))

Outside of the Imperial Palace

A typical News Van had arrived at the gates, with "GWOBS" clearly printed on the side of it. Anyone who watches TV would know what that meant- Grand World Order Broadcasting Studios, infamous journalism, and a slew of TV programs ranging from daily GWO news to comedies such as Nazi Man. Of course, this meant GWO reporters; something certain people would find unpleasant.

The crew pulled up to the gate, and the head journalist, being the only one that could speak (Ryou?)ese leaned out the window.

"We're a journalist crew covering the story of the diplomatic event here, requesting entry into the Palace."

(Pressed for time ATM, crappy post)

[OOC: Everything below the OOC is OOC. Unless, of course, you give me permission to kill Isabella.]

((OOC: I achieved Ryou's permission to skip my crew landing and start off with them arriving at the palace.))

Outside of the Imperial Palace

A typical News Van had arrived at the gates, with "GWOBS" clearly printed on the side of it. Anyone who watches TV would know what that meant- Grand World Order Broadcasting Studios, infamous journalism, and a slew of TV programs ranging from daily GWO news to comedies such as Nazi Man. Of course, this meant GWO reporters; something certain people would find unpleasant.

The crew pulled up to the gate, and the head journalist, being the only one that could speak (Ryou?)ese leaned out the window.

"We're a journalist crew covering the story of the diplomatic event here, requesting entry into the Palace."

(Pressed for time ATM, crappy post)

"Ok." the guard said as The gate opened.

"Danke shun."

The van pulled into the Imperial Palace's front area, erecting the massive aerial into the sky. The camera crew jumped out, setting up for the story. As they did so, they were speaking E.G.I., the official language of the GWO. It was a difficult-to-learn breed of English, German, and Italian. The crew was entirely outfitted in balck trench coats, which were considered common dress in the GWO. The journalist was the only one without such a coat, instead wearing a "pure black" suit and a red tie (Which was coincidentally worn by members of the Redties, the secretly state-sponsored GWO Mafia. Of course, these were just reporters, I promise). One of their t-shirts underneath their coat had the infamous "****** on the Beach" comic, visible due to his coat being open.

"This is Michael Kurtz reporting for Grand World Order Broadcasting Studios from the Imperial Palace in Shai, capital of The Ryou Black Islands. As many of you know, the Islands have been a quote-end-quote trouble maker in the world as of late, launching attacks on the GWO ally, East Congaree. Tonight, the Ryou have announced a diplomatic ball inside the palace. Let's go inside, shall we?"

Kurtz was speaking in E.G.I., as the video was being sent live to the Order's provinces.

David by himself took out his PDA an played a game on it as he waited for something to happen again

"If you want to practice your traditions, that's your business, but when you endanger my people, it becomes mine," Hans spat out. "Your culture may very well be appalling to me, but that matters little in the scheme of things--it is the results of your cultural traditions which make cringe."

Hans looked over his shoulder to Michael, who nodded slightly.

"I will not stand by and let you force my people to throw away our culture for your whims is more like Genocide." Isabella said, "We will fight for our Culture, if you have a problem with it, then you should ask Kanna to not target your ships, She only goes after Smugglers anyway."

"Miss Nakagishima?" Both Naya and Ryu asked, Confused.

OOC: Did I get the name wrong?

OOC: Did I get the name wrong?

OOC: nah, it is that Nakagishima is dead.

"I will not stand by and let you force my people to throw away our culture for your whims is more like Genocide." Isabella said, "We will fight for our Culture, if you have a problem with it, then you should ask Kanna to not target your ships, She only goes after Smugglers anyway."

"Please, fight for your culture, your highness," Hans sputtered. "Fight for your pirates, your prostitutes, and your criminals. The Oceanic Defense Coalition and the Federal Republic of Leistung cannot stand by idly as you continue to threaten the world with warmongering and piracy."

Isabella stayed completely calm, despite the forcefulness of Hans' tone. Michael had popped up and took up a position at Hans' shoulder. Hans continued, unphased by her nonchalance. "As of 11:59 PM RST tonight, a state of war exists between the nations of ODECON and the Ryou Black Islands." Hans snapped his fingers, and his four escorts formed up around him, the Grestonians following suit. Michael looked as though there was something on his mind, and Hans paused to allow him to speak, hoping that he would hold back somewhat in the interest of politeness to the other guests.

OOC: nah, it is that Nakagishima is dead.

OOC: I meant the current one. :p

"Please, fight for your culture, your highness," Hans sputtered. "Fight for your pirates, your prostitutes, and your criminals. The Oceanic Defense Coalition and the Federal Republic of Leistung cannot stand by idly as you continue to threaten the world with warmongering and piracy."

Isabella stayed completely calm, despite the forcefulness of Hans' tone. Michael had popped up and took up a position at Hans' shoulder. Hans continued, unphased by her nonchalance. "As of 11:59 PM RST tonight, a state of war exists between the nations of ODECON and the Ryou Black Islands." Hans snapped his fingers, and his four escorts formed up around him, the Grestonians following suit. Michael looked as though there was something on his mind, and Hans paused to allow him to speak, hoping that he would hold back somewhat in the interest of politeness to the other guests.

"Then at 11:59 PM, you shall hear what I have to say." Isabella said to Hans and Michael. "Agreed?"

Soon, a Blubland SS agent returned from the main gates with a stack of pizzas. He moved over to a table and moved some of the Ryou rubbish food out of the way, setting out the pizzas. A crowd of Blubs gathered around, plates in hand as they began scooping up slices of the pizza.

Ambassador Brubble looked towards the main conversation and smiled at his wife, "Looks like someone just declared war on the Ryou Islands. We should eat quickly and get out of here before some laser-guided paveways or land attack cruise missiles start hitting this Palace like Saddam's summer house."

The reporter slipped the cord off his hands, which then fell to the ground. He quickly grabbed the piece of pipe, and threw it as hard as he could at Isabella.

"Death to the barbarians!"

Back with Ryu, Naya and The Ixanian Empress, Ryu was talking to Naya "Ok, I know you don't like foreigners but She is here as a Guest of Isabella-sama" Ryu said. "I know, but I am not liking how you look at her." Naya said. "Naya?" Ryu asked, "are you Jealous?" Naya soon blushed.

The reporter slipped the cord off his hands, which then fell to the ground. He quickly grabbed the piece of pipe, and threw it as hard as he could at Isabella.

"Death to the barbarians!"

One of The Imperial Guards pushed Isabella down as The Pipe flew by. The others soon surrounded The Attacker and started Pointing their weapons at him.

Rucinsky did not seem surprised by the whole idea of the forces of ODECON declaring war upon the Ryou which he had most likely expected would happen as did plenty of other political commentators back in his homeland. As he stood there, waiting for the Empress to return, he had decided that he would make sure Ixania's neutrality in the conflict was secured until a standard outlook on the conflict could be established. All he did, then, was simply stand around and try to hear for any more developments in the conflict between these two bitterly opposed factions.

Back with Ryu, Naya and The Ixanian Empress, Ryu was talking to Naya "Ok, I know you don't like foreigners but She is here as a Guest of Isabella-sama" Ryu said. "I know, but I am not liking how you look at her." Naya said. "Naya?" Ryu asked, "are you Jealous?" Naya soon blushed.

OOC: Before I reply to this....can I assume that Anastasia can hear this?

The other reporters were somewhat shocked, save for the other reporter who had originally planned the idea. The reporters used their steel-toed boots and started kicking randomly at the guards.

OOC: Before I reply to this....can I assume that Anastasia can hear this?

OOC: yep.

And of course, a brawl errupted. The Queen or Princess or Lady-Dictator or someone was under attack. As all the Ryouese guards ran over to point guns and deal with the reporters, the Blubs began gathering their pizzas.

One SS agent squeaked in Blubbish into a radio and outside, the SUV motorcade came screeching around a corner to park infront of the gates. Agents jumped out, tentacles inside their jackets and looking around cautiously.

Ambassador Brubble squeaked at his wife, "Time to go dear. This is getting out of hand."

Mrs. Brubble nodded and grabbed several bottles of fine wine since all of the guards were looking the other way anyway. And the Blub delegation moved towards the doors while the scene unfolded.

The other reporters were somewhat shocked, save for the other reporter who had originally planned the idea. The reporters used their steel-toed boots and started kicking randomly at the guards

Isabella was soon rushed out of the room as more Guards entered, with Ryouese Marines helping them.

many Armed with Tasers being fired at the Stoklomolvi Reporters. everyone was also rushed out of the room, even The Leistungi and Grestonian was rushed out for their safety.

Back with Ryu, Naya and The Ixanian Empress, Ryu was talking to Naya "Ok, I know you don't like foreigners but She is here as a Guest of Isabella-sama" Ryu said. "I know, but I am not liking how you look at her." Naya said. "Naya?" Ryu asked, "are you Jealous?" Naya soon blushed.

As the Empress of Ixania changed into the cherry blossom dress that she had recieved from Ryu, she could hear the ongoing conversation between Ryu and Naya that gave her reason to expect some sort of romantic advances from one of them. It wasn't anything new for Anastasia to become the romantic interest of foreign leaders such as the Emperors of Belkaros and Achae-Ottonia but she hadn't really known of any major female leaders with a lesbian interest in her and, indeed, this was why she was amused by the whole conversation. She was straight, though, so she made it up in her mind to decline the advances if they occured.

The Empress soon came out of the room and smiled. "How do I look, Ryu? Naya?"

OOC: You can try some romantic advances, Ryou, but the Empress is straight. Just so you know for future reference. :p

OOC: You can try some romantic advances, Ryou, but the Empress is straight. Just so you know for future reference

ooc you worrying about that when that attack going on :rolleyes:

One the reporters jumped in the air, in an epic attempt to dodge the taser. The taser flew right past his right shoe, past his left shoe, and then unfortunately hit him in the head. He fell to the ground, dead for seemingly no reason.

Another of the reporters was shocked in the stomach, the cyanide filled tooth flying through the air at an extremely high velocity coincidentally towards Isabella.

The remainder were able to dodge the tasers by quickly nudging the already incapacitated reporters into the way of the tasers, killing both. The reporter with free hands ripped the cords off two reporters, who flew forward, boots first.

ooc you worrying about that when that attack going on :rolleyes:

OOC: I am getting to that. :tongue:

And with pizza and stolen bottles of wine and champagne clutched in their tentacles, the Blubs scuttled out the front doors. The group surged across the lawns and towards the front gates where their motorcade awaited.

Rucinsky sighed as he watched the attack unfold in front of him with the Stoklomovian reporters duking it out with the Ryouese soldiers which stemmed from the rhetoric of the Ryouese apparently being barbarians but, then again, Ixanians like Rucinsky didn't concern themselves with such words but simply referred to the Ryou as the world's most hatest nation and nothing more or less than that. "It seems this gathering is going to waste....I guess no progress will be made tonight."

OOC: I am getting to that. :tongue:

ooc your getting slow :p

ic
David give a look to anyone who trys to move him, that they best leave him be

[OOC: I ruin things. :p ]

[OOC: I ruin things. :p ]

OOC: Heh. It's interesting. Typical Blub reaction though.. grab the good booze and food and run.

One the reporters jumped in the air, in an epic attempt to dodge the taser. The taser flew right past his right shoe, past his left shoe, and then unfortunately hit him in the head. He fell to the ground, dead for seemingly no reason.

Another of the reporters was shocked in the stomach, the cyanide filled tooth flying through the air at an extremely high velocity coincidentally towards Isabella.

The remainder were able to dodge the tasers by quickly nudging the already incapacitated reporters into the way of the tasers, killing both. The reporter with free hands ripped the cords off two reporters, who flew forward, boots first.

She was already out of the room about this time and the doors closed. But one of The Marines out killed by the Tooth. Now it was to shot to kill as Guns started firing at the attackers.

Already, All Exits were now blocked and already, Saiunko was heading for her guarded office in The Congress of The Ryouese Empire to call The Stoklomolvi Leader to Demand who sent The Assassins.

"like t can't tell you that was going to happen,now where that woman that run off so i can find what whar so scary about the walking snot"


ooc that been for me when i get back

As the Empress of Ixania changed into the cherry blossom dress that she had recieved from Ryu, she could hear the ongoing conversation between Ryu and Naya that gave her reason to expect some sort of romantic advances from one of them. It wasn't anything new for Anastasia to become the romantic interest of foreign leaders such as the Emperors of Belkaros and Achae-Ottonia but she hadn't really known of any major female leaders with a lesbian interest in her and, indeed, this was why she was amused by the whole conversation. She was straight, though, so she made it up in her mind to decline the advances if they occured.

The Empress soon came out of the room and smiled. "How do I look, Ryu? Naya?"

OOC: You can try some romantic advances, Ryou, but the Empress is straight. Just so you know for future reference. :p

"well um....." Ryu said while Naya was seeing Images of the three of then doing some in bed....

"What in the name of Hatar is going on?" Ryu asked as noise came out of the throne Room. Then Countess Moreta came running to Them "ASSASSINS! IN THE THRONE ROOM!" Moreta yelled out. Naya soon looked at Anastasia and knew what to do....

Save the Ixanian's life.

"Come with us!" Naya said, "We need to leave before they come here."

Outside the Blubs piled into the SUVs. The agents slammed on the gas and the armored motorcade zoomed off down the streets of the city towards the airport. A phone call ahead got the crew of the jet moving, and they got into their airplane and got everything ready. The jet remained in the hangar out of sight however.

A ramp in the back of the jet lowered and four agents stood by the base of the ramp in the brightly lit hangar, submachine guns held in their tentacles as they waited on the arrival of the Ambassador.

With The Attack, Shaiese Military Police was soon alerted also, along with the Ryouese Military. Now Shai was in Lockdown. No one was to get in or get out till The Assassins were Captured in The palace or killed. Not even Ships could leave.

Shai Imperial International was soon closed down, no flights. even the Dock closed.

This was Shai under Siege.

"well um....." Ryu said while Naya was seeing Images of the three of then doing some in bed....

"What in the name of Hatar is going on?" Ryu asked as noise came out of the throne Room. Then Countess Moreta came running to Them "ASSASSINS! IN THE THRONE ROOM!" Moreta yelled out. Naya soon looked at Anastasia and knew what to do....

Save the Ixanian's life.

"Come with us!" Naya said, "We need to leave before they come here."

"We have to make sure Rucinsky is safe as well! I will not leave a good friend like him behind! My security will, as well, be coming with us."

"We have to make sure Rucinsky is safe as well! I will not leave a good friend like him behind! My security will, as well, be coming with us."

"Find Mr. Rucinsky at once!" Ryu yelled at a Knight of Saint Basil. Soon many Ryouese troops were entering the Palace, a few armed with Flamethrowers, ready to kill the would be assassins.

The SUVs soon arrived at the hangar. Agents hopped down brandishing their weapons while the Ambassador and his wife climbed out of the back of one of the SUVs. Another couple of agents followed, carrying the leftover pizza and stolen wine and champagne. During the car ride, they'd already popped the cork on some of the champagne.

Ambassador Brubble sipped champagne from a glass as he walked up the ramp of the jet. "Barbaric Ryouese, no wonder everyone is declaring war on them." He tossed the glass aside, where it shattered on the hangar floor. His wife giggled.

The main doors of the hangar opened up, and the jet taxi'd forward.

"This is flight Kilo Union Eight Eight Lima requesting a clear runway. We have diplomats onboard and request immediate clearance. for takeoff."

The SUVs soon arrived at the hangar. Agents hopped down brandishing their weapons while the Ambassador and his wife climbed out of the back of one of the SUVs. Another couple of agents followed, carrying the leftover pizza and stolen wine and champagne. During the car ride, they'd already popped the cork on some of the champagne.

Ambassador Brubble sipped champagne from a glass as he walked up the ramp of the jet. "Barbaric Ryouese, no wonder everyone is declaring war on them." He tossed the glass aside, where it shattered on the hangar floor. His wife giggled.

The main doors of the hangar opened up, and the jet taxi'd forward.

"Cannot do that, Airport is under Lockdown." the Air Controler said.

"Find Mr. Rucinsky at once!" Ryu yelled at a Knight of Saint Basil. Soon many Ryouese troops were entering the Palace, a few armed with Flamethrowers, ready to kill the would be assassins.

Rucinsky was still watching the conflict unfold before him while looking around for the liege he faithfully served. He was hopeful that everything would go well, that is, that he and the Empress would get out of Shai without any injuries and other problems.

The reporters stamped on people's heads, all the while being shot at by the Ryouese infantry. The entire room was in chaos. One of the reporters' heads exploded from the sheer awesomeness of being a real troll in a real situation, sending his cyanide tooth flying into another man's skull. The two remaining reporters took guns and started shooting at the Ryouese infantry, one of them taking a bullet to the brain, the other taking a bullet to the leg and falling over, pretending to be dead. Soon after, he spotted the flame-thrower, and shot a few more shots before being burnt into a crisp.

"Cannot do that, Airport is under Lockdown." the Air Controler said.

The pilot frowned and turned his eyestalks over his shoulder towards a SS agent. The agent nodded and moved into the passenger lounge of the jet.

"Mr. Ambassador?"

"Hmm?"

"Uh, it seems the Ryou won't let us leave. They won't clear us for a runway."

"Bah. They can't hold us hostage. We haven't done anything. Tell the pilot to go ahead and take off. We're in an airplane, they can't actually stop us." Said in annoyance as he sipped champagne from a fine glass.

The agent nodded and went to the cockpit...

Thirty seconds later the Gulfstream VB began to roll forward. The engines whined as they powered up, the jetliner moving out onto the tarmac. The nose pointed towards the nearest runway and the Blubland Airlines jet picked up speed, preparing for a rolling takeoff.

The pilot frowned and turned his eyestalks over his shoulder towards a SS agent. The agent nodded and moved into the passenger lounge of the jet.

"Mr. Ambassador?"

"Hmm?"

"Uh, it seems the Ryou won't let us leave. They won't clear us for a runway."

"Bah. They can't hold us hostage. We haven't done anything. Tell the pilot to go ahead and take off. We're in an airplane, they can't actually stop us." Said in annoyance as he sipped champagne from a fine glass.

The agent nodded and went to the cockpit...

Thirty seconds later the Gulfstream VB began to roll forward. The engines whined as they powered up, the jetliner moving out onto the tarmac. The nose pointed towards the nearest runway and the Blubland Airlines jet picked up speed, preparing for a rolling takeoff.

The ryouese decided to let The Blubs leave.

After a three hundred yard rolling start the GSVB was in the air. As a parting gift, the co-pilot triggered the purge for the toilet in the jet. A cloud of sewage spewed out of a panel on the underside of the jet, splashing down onto the control tower as they passed over.

The radio squawked,
This is flight Kilo Union Eight Eight Lima clear and homebound. Have a safe and lovely evening.

In the lounge, SS agents and the Ambassador and his wife chuckled over pizza, a DVD inserted into the entertainment system. Ironman would be this in-flight movie as the Blubs went home.

The reporters stamped on people's heads, all the while being shot at by the Ryouese infantry. The entire room was in chaos. One of the reporters' heads exploded from the sheer awesomeness of being a real troll in a real situation, sending his cyanide tooth flying into another man's skull. The two remaining reporters took guns and started shooting at the Ryouese infantry, one of them taking a bullet to the brain, the other taking a bullet to the leg and falling over, pretending to be dead. Soon after, he spotted the flame-thrower, and shot a few more shots before being burnt into a crisp.

over 40 Marines and Imperial Guards had been killed by the Assassins before killing them. This was a Disaster for the Ryouese Diplomatically and ruined any Chance for peace between The Ryouese and ODECON.

But the Ixanians were still here and Isabella decided to ask The Ixanian Empress for something.

over 40 Marines and Imperial Guards had been killed by the Assassins before killing them. This was a Disaster for the Ryouese Diplomatically and ruined any Chance for peace between The Ryouese and ODECON.

But the Ixanians were still here and Isabella decided to ask The Ixanian Empress for something.

"What do you require of me, Your Majesty?"

"What do you require of me, Your Majesty?"

"Let us talk in Private." Isabella said, then soon called for her own Limo to take them to The Imperial Congress.

[OOC: I'm not actually a member of ODECON.]

[OOC: I'm not actually a member of ODECON.]

OOC: ok

"Let us talk in Private." Isabella said, then soon called for her own Limo to take them to The Imperial Congress.

In the limo, with Rucinsky, Anastasia looked out the window for a moment before speaking to her Ryouese counterpart. "....Since we are all here, away from the unfortunate battle in the palace, perhaps you could tell me what you want to discuss? I'd like to clear this up before I head back to Ixania."

In the limo, with Rucinsky, Anastasia looked out the window for a moment before speaking to her Ryouese counterpart. "....Since we are all here, away from the unfortunate battle in the palace, perhaps you could tell me what you want to discuss? I'd like to clear this up before I head back to Ixania."

"Well, as you know it appears that ODECON is planning on Invading My Nation to destroy it and the people." Isabella said. Then looking out of the window, she told Anastasia and Rucinsky, "Look out this window, what do you see?"

"Well, as you know it appears that ODECON is planning on Invading My Nation to destroy it and the people." Isabella said. Then looking out of the window, she told Anastasia and Rucinsky, "Look out this window, what do you see?"

"We see a city, bustling with people, Your Majesty; we saw that when we first arrived in your nation and when we were in your chariots. I suppose that you are hoping that, in some way, we will help you prevent ODECON from destroying it all?"

"We see a city, bustling with people, Your Majesty; we saw that when we first arrived in your nation and when we were in your chariots. I suppose that you are hoping that, in some way, we will help you prevent ODECON from destroying it all?"

"Yes," Isabella said, "I have seen a nation destroyed by nations like Leistung and Greston, They are all The same, filled with hate of a Culture not like theirs." Isabella Soon turned to The Ixanians. "I wish for you to make Ths nation your Protectorate."

"Yes," Isabella said, "I have seen a nation destroyed by nations like Leistung and Greston, They are all The same, filled with hate of a Culture not like theirs." Isabella Soon turned to The Ixanians. "I wish for you to make Ths nation your Protectorate."

"Your......protectorate?" Anastasia said with quite a shock. She had never once considered that the Ryou would one day seek to become a protectorate of the Ixanian Empire but she wasn't just going to flat out refuse it. Rucinsky contemplated the whole matter in his head for only a brief moment before speaking.

"What would be the terms of this whole arrangement?"

[OOC: Oh, no no no, NI if you accept this you will be hated. By me and many others. And loved by some. :p ]

[OOC: Oh, no no no, NI if you accept this you will be hated. By me and many others. And loved by some. :p ]

OOC: Don't worry about it, Stok. I've alredy discussed the whole arrangement with Ryou and with ODECON. It will all, hopefully, work out. :tongue:

ooc yeah right

OOC: Don't worry about it, Stok. I've alredy discussed the whole arrangement with Ryou and with ODECON. It will all, hopefully, work out. :tongue:

OOC: Déjà vu anyone? I did that not too long ago and look how it all ended ICly. I didn't get bad press, but Ryou will, let's say, knock on your door a lot.

IC:

Many key figures had left the building including the Ixania royalty. The Stevidian ‘news crew’ left the building immediately, jumped into their van and drove as quickly as possible after the motorcade. Security was tight so they couldn’t follow too close but live satellite images from a Stevidian satellite in space was beaming the images down to MI6 in Stevid Capita. They kept close and followed Isabella and the Ixanian as closely as possible.

Back in the palace Alex had emerged in the cordoned off part of the ball room. In the commotion he looked like a member of staff. His eyes flicked to the corpses of the dead guards and assassins and he picked up a handgun that lay on the floor. Nobody noticed him at all, there was too much running and shouting. He checked the magazine and it was full, he then checked for Kanna but couldn’t find her so Alex asked someone in authority.

“Where is Kanna!” He said in perfect Ryouese.
“Who’s asking?” The guard replied but he wasn’t concentrating, people were still shouting and crying and he was trying to restore order.
“You have no authority to speak to me like that ‘Private’! I work for the government on levels you couldn’t comprehend. Where is she? We need to guarantee her safety! What part of that do you not understand?”

The guard was hit by shock and pointed towards another staff door.

“That way, she ran from a Bulb not too long ago but after the shooting we moved her upstairs. Sorry sir”

Alex made off but looked round to check the guard but he was busy shouting at other civilians. Alex kicked the door in and began to search for Kanna.

OOC: Déjà vu anyone? I did that not too long ago and look how it all ended ICly. I didn't get bad press, but Ryou will, let's say, knock on your door a lot.

IC:

Many key figures had left the building including the Ixania royalty. The Stevidian ‘news crew’ left the building immediately, jumped into their van and drove as quickly as possible after the motorcade. Security was tight so they couldn’t follow too close but live satellite images from a Stevidian satellite in space was beaming the images down to MI6 in Stevid Capita. They kept close and followed Isabella and the Ixanian as closely as possible.

Back in the palace Alex had emerged in the cordoned off part of the ball room. In the commotion he looked like a member of staff. His eyes flicked to the corpses of the dead guards and assassins and he picked up a handgun that lay on the floor. Nobody noticed him at all, there was too much running and shouting. He checked the magazine and it was full, he then checked for Kanna but couldn’t find her so Alex asked someone in authority.

“Where is Kanna!” He said in perfect Ryouese.
“Who’s asking?” The guard replied but he wasn’t concentrating, people were still shouting and crying and he was trying to restore order.
“You have no authority to speak to me like that ‘Private’! I work for the government on levels you couldn’t comprehend. Where is she? We need to guarantee her safety! What part of that do you not understand?”

The guard was hit by shock and pointed towards another staff door.

“That way, she ran from a Bulb not too long ago but after the shooting we moved her upstairs. Sorry sir”

Alex made off but looked round to check the guard but he was busy shouting at other civilians. Alex kicked the door in and began to search for Kanna.

Kanna was Already gone. With The Assassin attempt and possible war, She left for her own base, better protected and more of her kind (and No Blubs).

The van it self was being Shadowed. Ryouese Spies were everywhere in Shai, the Center of the Imperial SpyNet it self. Now that some Assassins had almost killed The Empress, they were ordered to fallow all News Crews that were in Shai. Now The spies that fallowed the van were in a Rickshaw and since Traffic in Shai was slow, They would fallow the van to where ever it was going.

Michael than suddenly turned around to look the yellow lady in the face. Richardson's anger was world known and widely recognized. It was officially time for the entirety of the Imperial Palace to witness it.

As the hustle and bustle and resulting chaos followed from the Stoklomolvi News Press's actions Michael walked nonchalantly to the center of the room. He walked up the steps to the dais upon which the throne of the Imperial Family. Michael than pushed his size eight foot against the front of the chair. As it collapsed off the dais and unto the ground it caused a loud noise that caused the entire room to stop, momentarily.

The thirty-four special operations units of the Grestonian deployment to protect Richardson started to block off the exists. While doing so a detachment of the deployment, six in all, began to surround Ryu.

"Silence in this hall! Grand Admiral Ryu Minamoto, by order of the Oceanic Defence Coalition Tribunal, you shall be processed and tried in an International Court for numerous acts of war crimes. Per Order 61487 of the Federal Parliament upon Capitol Hill you, Countess Moreta Del Kangura, Grand Admiral Artemisia, and Grand General Naya Mewsyu shall be arrested upon this date and trialed. Upon being proven guilty beyond a reasonable doubt you will all be sent to numerous prisons across the Imperial Republic.

This is to be carried out with the Ixanian Protecorate Government in acceptance of this movement. If the Ryouese government attempts to cease any rightful imprisonement, Mrs. Isabella shall also be impronised in a maximum security penintenery.

Furthermore, any attempts to stop this rightful process of legislation will be considered not only an act of war against the Imperial Republic but an act of war against ODECON."

Richardson stepped down from his stage and waited with baited breath as his officers attempted to arrest the crew that was just listed. He was shuffled off into a limo, stamped the Grestonian seal on the side, which promptly brought him to the Ryouese Congress.

Empress Anatasia, Empress Isabella, and Ivan Rucinsky were walking up the massive steps into the place of legislature as Richardson's limo pulled up. Michael ran the length of the steps to catch up to the leaders and caught his breath as he came in front of them.

He stuck out his hand to shake Anatasia's hand first, than Rucisky; he ignored Isabella's presence. While shaking the Empress of Ixania's hand he said to her, so only she could her, "I can understand why Batther liked you."

Richardson then felt it was time to turn to Empress Isabella, "It is time to address the matter at hand, Madam Isabella," he said with disgust in his eyes but not in his words, "it has come to the Imperial Republic's, and the world's for that matter, attention that you are attempting to seal a protectorate order with Empress Anatasia.

Furthermore has it come to my attention that even under this decree you shall not give up the criminals that ODECON wishes to imprison for the benefit of the world. Do to this, um, problem.. why don't we call it that.. the Imperial Republic and ODECON shall be writing a decelartion of war against you and your nation.

Less you wish to see the death of this city and of your military, stand down and hand over the criminals we request. Why risk you population for warmongering pirates?

I'll leave you with that, make the right choice, Mrs. Isabella."

With that Richardson let out a smirk and chuckled.

With the beginning of the gunfight, the journalists quickly ran inside, filming the entire thing live. A cyanide tooth flew right by the reporter's head, making a semi-high-pitched "WEEEYAAH" while still being visible on the camera. Bullets were flying around, while the reporter was shouting (In E.G.I., mind you) "The Ryouese appear to be opening fire on a group of unarmed people of who appear to be of North Asian decent! We'll film as long as we're not targeted by these barbarians!"

A bullet grazed the reporter's suit, making a single tear in his Armanni coat.

Once the gunbattle was done with, the crew rose to their feet again. The camera zoomed in on the Stoklomolvi reporter whose head had blown open, zooming in on the gullet before zooming out. Then the Greston special forces had blocked off the exits.

"What the hell is going on here?" the reporter said, as if someone watching the chaos would answer him. The camera zoomed in on Richardson as he gave his speech as the crew got closer for better audio quality.

OOC: Well done Greston *claps*

IC:
State Hall, Ariga, Totalitarian State of Red Tide

"That..." Vyacheslav Mikhailovich Gromkyo observed dully, "Was a complete waste of time.

It was the most frank statement the Foreign Minister had ever made, even in the presence of his (only real) superior. National Secretary Pavel Kerchutovich Narmonov raised an eyebrow in amusement.

"Quite." He said in, again, uncharacteristic frankness. "With a volatile mix of Stoklomolvi, Leistungian, Grestonian, Blub, and, of course, Ryouese put into one room, this outcome was pretty much inevitable."

Narmonov paused for a moment to reflect on the events, then went-on.

"In any case, war is inevitable. The Ryouese are a savage and unpredictable group, their cultural background as pirates and nomadic warriors show this. Such a culture has no place in any modern society. They must be put down, like any rabid dog."

Narmonov paused again, and before Gromkyo could make a crucial point, Narmonov finished it.

"I sense the time for a reapproachment with the Leistungian State has come." The next sentence contained a bit of irony, "Together, the Totalitarian State and ODECON will bring the Ryouese war criminals too justice."

OOC: Leistung: check your TGs soon.

"Empress Anatasia be a dumb bitch if she say yes to becaming Protectorates and Co-Empress of this bloodly lot" said David as he stood near Reporters

ooc any one can say their reporters heard that

The camera crew swarmed around David before attacking him with questions. The reporter asked questions to David in English (One of the three base languages of EGI), with questions ranging from serious ones (Who exactly are you, why are you here, what country are you from, what is that country's relations with TRBI, etc) to random "little" ones (What drink did you order, where was your table, what was your bill, are you Isabella's secret father, etc).

The camera crew swarmed around David before attacking him with questions. The reporter asked questions to David in English (One of the three base languages of EGI), with questions ranging from serious ones (Who exactly are you, why are you here, what country are you from, what is that country's relations with TRBI, etc) to random "little" ones (What drink did you order, where was your table, what was your bill, are you Isabella's secret father, etc).

"What is my country's relations with TRBI we sink any ships of theirs, that don't take the waring shot and message to turn away from our convoys"

"What drink did i order was vodka and got asked why i want to drink that Russian crap and end up with rum hand to me by a Woman who said she hand a another one for later in the night, Pff as if ill sleep with any one from here,oh i had no table i pick to lean on a wall"

"Me Isabella's secret father we all know that bitch Father is the Devil and her Mother was a Whore"

"What is my country's relations with TRBI we sink any ships of theirs, that don't take the waring shot and message to turn away from our convoys"

"What drink did i order was vodka and got asked why i want to drink that Russian crap and end up with rum hand to me by a Woman who said she hand a another one for later in the night, Pff as if ill sleep with any one from here,oh i had no table i pick to lean on a wall"

"Me Isabella's secret father we all know that bitch Father is the Devil and her Mother was a Whore"

"So who exactly are you, sir? What nation are you from? Are you in a secret love affair with an Imperial Guard member?"

"So who exactly are you, sir? What nation are you from? Are you in a secret love affair with an Imperial Guard member?"

"Imperial is where i'am from my name is not for you to worry about and seeing i'am the first Imperial to set foot here ,there is no way there is any secret love affair with some Imperial Guard who look like backwater scout group to any KC soldier,and who with brains would sleep with a Ryouese"

Empress Anatasia, Empress Isabella, and Ivan Rucinsky were walking up the massive steps into the place of legislature as Richardson's limo pulled up. Michael ran the length of the steps to catch up to the leaders and caught his breath as he came in front of them.

He stuck out his hand to shake Anatasia's hand first, than Rucisky; he ignored Isabella's presence. While shaking the Empress of Ixania's hand he said to her, so only she could her, "I can understand why Batther liked you."

Richardson then felt it was time to turn to Empress Isabella, "It is time to address the matter at hand, Madam Isabella," he said with disgust in his eyes but not in his words, "it has come to the Imperial Republic's, and the world's for that matter, attention that you are attempting to seal a protectorate order with Empress Anatasia.

The Empress seemed to be calm and collected while Richardson spoke about the whole conflict between the Ryouese and ODECON and it seemed quite nice to hear that Batther had liked her although she didn't think it was anything but yet another man who had taken some sort of interest in her outside of political rhetoric. She listened silently with Rucinsky to the speech as she had done when Isabella spoke about her proposal and, indeed, she didn't expect Isabella's proposal to be known by others so quickly as it had been. "While we are amused by the proposal given to us by the Ryouese Empress, I think it would be best if I, and my government, were given time to consider the proposal. We will not blindly rush into becoming the new protectors of the Ryou Black Islands but shall proceed to discuss whether or not the acceptance of the proposal is sensible. I believe, Your Majesty, that it is time my foreign minister and I took our leave of your nation. It was quite a nice trip until the whole battle in your palace occured. Let's hope relations are repaired, shall we?"

Rucinsky then spoke: "We have no choice but to consider all the pros and cons connected to the proposal. A rational politican fully considers these things so that a sound decision can be made."

The Empress walked down the stairs of the Congress building with Rucinsky following along before stopping for a brief moment with her head turned to speak. "If we do accept the proposal of the Ryouese Empress then I believe that a meeting with ODECON's leaders must be held. I will not give them any false impressions. We will get back to you in due time."

The two Ixanians got into a limosuine which sped off towards the airport; both of them contemplating Isabella's proposal.

OOC: Question: do other nations gate crash other nations balls/parties? or is this a one off thing?

[OOC: He invited reporters. And it's Ryou. :p ]

OOC: true. How long until war breaks out? I'm taking bets at the moment.

OOC: true. How long until war breaks out? I'm taking bets at the moment.

It could be a long while yet. Odds on for it being called off for the most ridiculous OOC reasons I've come across for years. Nuff said.