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Office of the Hegemon, Sumguaia:


Mary Basset nearly choked on the coffee she had been sipping. "You want us to host a what?!"

"A Ball." Dr. Booker replied, looking slightly hurt. "Invite foreign dignitaries, show off our wealth, discuss future relations with other nations, get us a bit of international publicity."

The Hegemon chuckled, and fell silent as she considered the idea. "An interesting idea. Yes, it could indeed be most beneficial. How much would this cost, do you think?"

"Oh, a good amount, at least if we intend to make our wealth known." Booker smiled. "In my experience, being rich tends to get one more friends."

Mary thought about for a moment. The treasury is reporting a surplus for this year, and such an event would be a great diplomatic opportunity. "Very well, I approve. I advise you approach a number of our larger corporations for assistance in paying for it, as they will no doubt enjoy a chance to perhaps expand their markets overseas."

Booker beamed. "Exellent, I shall begin right away ma'am." He half-turned, and stopped, laughing as a thought came to him. "Who knows Mary, there well could be many of the worlds best and brightest young men there, perhaps you will meet one tha-"

"Get out of here, you foolish old man!" Mary interrupted, cutting him off, an amused smile on her face as she returned to her paperwork. For a moment she blushed, focusing on the report before her with far more intensity than was necessary. "I'm not my predecessor, Frank, there's no need for you to go about trying to get me married."

"As you command, milady." Booker said. The Foreign Minister and newly elected Speaker of the ODECON Regulatory Congress, left the room, laughing as he did so. Young people these days...

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The Hegemon stood at the entrance to the huge ballroom, marveling at the architecture and decoration. The building had been built for this event, and critics across the nation lauded it as one of the greatest aesthetic achievements of the country in the past century. A massive chandelier was hung in the center, glittering as it reflected the hundreds of lights scattered throughout the hall, encircled by three smaller ones. Already hundreds of Sumguaian politicians and military officers were gathered inside, awaiting the foreign guests. The walls were decorated with countless paintings and busts showing the famous moments and figures of Sumguaian history, Death of the Hegemon and Dominion's Fall among the myriad of works on display.

Mary Basset was dressed in a elegant black dress, and smiled as she felt the outside air. Slightly warm, a light breeze, it's near perfect. In front of her, lining the path to the entrance, were several dozen Sumguaian Royal Guard, dressed in ceremonial uniform. More heavily armed guards were interspersed throughout the building.

Dr. Booker walked out to stand beside her, readjusting his glasses as he watched the horizon, smiling faintly. "This will certainly be a night to remember." He said, checking his watch.

"Indeed it will." The Hegemon replied. "I'm amazed at how beautiful it all looks. The building is far grander than I could have imagined."

"Oh, don't thank me." The doctor said. "Robert Stevens sort of took the project over, payed for most of it himself."

"Stevens? The trillionaire?" Mary looked slightly surprised. "Head of the new Commercial Federation?"

"The very same."

Mary's eyebrows rose. "Interesting."

Nick Saller felt a touch of annoyance at Will Riddle who was sitting next to him for accompanying him. Then again, he felt sympathetic for him. He had lost his son in last month's tragic assassination attempt on President Martin Watson, and Nick Saller was finding himself richer then ever. The limousine was driving at a fast pace with the president's limo close behind. Armed Greali guards were driving motorbikes, escorting the limousines."Will, you better prepare yourself, we're almost there." he said to him.

"Oh right." Will put away his tiny computer, Nick often wondered how he could see into the thing.

The motorcade arrived at that moment, Nick could see ceremonial guards lining the path to the entrance, and there were a lot more heavily armed guards everywhere. They certainly need to watch the place. Then the limos halted in front of the entrance.

There were two men inside the limousine. Joseph Keupir (http://www.wooster.edu/news/images/0708/StuartLingPlaidWeb.jpg), the 67 year old President of New Kereptica sat on one side. His plaid jacket contrasted brilliantly with the dark leather of the seat. His trademark oversize bow-tie blossomed from the base of his neck, resembling a great black butterfly perched upon his collar. His arms were stretched out on either side, resting comfortable on the top of the seat. He chatted idly with the man opposite him, Aalan Gremold (http://www.akadamson.com/images/jacket2lrg.jpg), the Speaker of the Allied Congress of New Kereptica. Gremold was an extremely young man by the standards of Kereptecean Politics. Only 30, he was the youngest Speaker of Congress in the history of the Allied States. He wore a plain brown jacket, continuing the casual style that he had maintained throughout his career.

"You nervous?" Asked Keupir, "Diplomacy isn't your forte, is it?"

"Not by a long shot. Why do you think I went the internal rout?" Gremold replied "I can barely deal with other parties, much less other countries!"

"They're not that bad." Keupir laughed. The car was silent for a moment, as both men sat in thought.

"Do you mind if I put on some music?" Gremold asked.

"Kids these days. Sure, go ahead."

Aalan reached up to the console in the ceiling, switching it to the disk he wanted. The beginning chords of Highway To Hell wafted over the speakers. Keupir laughed

"I know this song. Fitting."

They both sat in silence, listening to the music as the limo drove the last few minutes to the ballroom. As it it reached the front of the building, Gremold reached up again and switched it off.

"Shall we?" Asked Keipir, gesturing to the door.

"We shall." Answered Gremold, sliding toward the door. The driver, who had since pulled to the curd and got out of the car, opened the door. Keupir stepped out, followed by Gremold. A light breeze lent a certain clarity to the air the neither had felt in quite a while in New Kereptica. They walked together up to the open doors, seeing the rows of guards that lined either side. Two figures could be seen silhouetted against the light from inside the hall. Gremold turned to Keupir, smiling slightly. Keupir nodded, reassuringly. The two friends walked forward together, swiftly toward the door.

Booker brightened as the first limo pulled up. "Ah, here are the Grealians I believe. Will Riddle is one of their representatives, probably one of the few men we can trust in that government."

"that reminds me," Mary said, following his gaze. "We must speak after this concerning the Watsons. Martin's actions as of late are concerning me, and I do feel that the republic of Greal is in danger." She noticed two men walking down the row of guards towards them. "And who might this be?" As the men came into view she chuckled. "I would recognize that bow-tie anywhere, it is the Kerpetecean delegation."

As the men drew nearer Mary flashed a brilliant smile, and strode forward to meet them. "You honor us with your attendance, Mr. President." She said to Keupir, extending a hand to be shaken. "I am so glad to be finally meting you in person."

Just after the Greali delegation arrived, a black limo with two small Cazatanian flags mounted on the hood escorted by two camouflaged 'Rhino' vehicles arrived in front of the building. The back door of the limo opened and out stepped the President, Ingram Hasley. He was followed by the Richard Garbett, the Vice President and the Secretary of State Simon Wolfe. All three wore black suits and ties with Cazatanian flag pins. Hasley and Wolfe were both decorated veterans, and were wearing various medals and ribbons.

Ingram immediately sought out Will Riddle, feeling that he needed to talk to him about what had recently happened in Greal, and who killed Will's son and almost killed Sarah. Ingram walked over to Will before anyone else had the time to strike up a conversation.
"Will, I'm sorry to hear about your son. You have my condolences." He said

Frederick Gordons sat in the back of the BMW M3 as his driver headed towards the party. He sighed and adjusted his tie. He was never comfortable in a suit but as defacto leader of Whiskeasy he had to attend these kinds of events especially when someone as powerful as the Hegemon was holding it. His predecessor would of been much better in this situation, but he was currently going through Re-hab and counseling for alcoholism and some hefty mental damage.

Nonetheless he would meet the leaders of some of the greatest allies his nation had. His bodyguard Steve sat in the front. Behind him was the back-up car with three extra hands. This place would be crawling with security but the PM always had protection, anything could happen.

They soon approached the amazing and rather bold piece of architecture were the Hegemony were holding their ball. The car pulled up, Gordons did not come in with flag flying and engines revving. He liked it to stay that way, though he did have to use the limo for most affairs. Simply because that thing could survive a bomb attack as well as being impervious to biological weapons.

Gordons opened the door and stepped out, he was wearing a tuxedo with a Whiskeasian flag pin on his lapel. He looked around and Steve stood just behind him off to his right. Always protecting.

Tabitha Dautry stared out the window of her Maybach 62 and watched the slow but consistent strobe of the passing streetlights. She frowned and looked out the windshield, watching the twin Caelapene flags affixed to the hood flutter with the breeze. A pang of nausea hit her and radiated throughout her body. She closed her eyes and rubbed her temples with the tips of her fingers.

‘God, give me strength,’ she prayed silently to herself. ‘I am sure your will has kept me in office and led me here, and I know that your will is something I cannot understand. I don’t know if I can continue, Lord, unless you give me the strength to cont—‘ Dautry’s reverie was cut short by the rapping of knuckles on her window, followed quickly by the door swinging open.
“We have arrived, Madam Councilor. Are you all right?” asked her driver, offering a white gloved and to aid her exit from the vehicle.

“Yes, Benjamin, thank you.” She pressed her jacket flat and looked immediately to the rear. A carbon copy of the Maybach she had arrived in—save for the diplomatic flags—had stopped and Adam Lafayet, Prime Minister of the newly recognized Misley Free State stepped out. Tabitha cast a glance at him and turned to greet him.

“Mister Lafayet,” she said with a smile. “How wonderful that I get to spend my evening with an unrepentant terrorist instead of serving the people you betrayed.”

“Madam Councilor,” Adam responded, his face wrinkled with the stress of nigh on four years of leading a revolting populace. “How nice to see you again. I believe I saw an Akimonadi flag on the way here. Maybe the two of you can run off and fuck in the bushes like the children you are and leave the rest of the adults to discuss issues that actually matter.”

“Mister Lafayet,” Tabitha retorted as the pair turned and walked toward the great entrance to the hall. Bodyguards from both nations fell in behind and uneasily sized each other up. “Ti ti vefutue.”

The Empress of Ixania had always found the Sumguaians to be rather amiable people even after the withdrawal from the Hegemony which had certainly caused a ruckus in their relations. Stepping out of a limosuine in a lavish dress typical of royal women, Henri Diogenes, her husband, followed her in a simple but stylish tuxedo. They both looked very regal and, as the hand holding and romantic chattering showed, also looked like they were madly in love. As they walked into the building, Anastasia smiled. She had hoped to meet Mary Basset as an equal politician rather than as a simple secretary to a equal politician. Perhaps Basset would try to bring Ixania back into the Hegemonic fold, Anastasia thought, but she already prepared a rather polite but stern rejection for use in such a situation. Ixania would not get involved in entangling alliances. The only way for this to be changed was if Anastasia's successor ever decided it wasn't sound policy and changed it to reflect that decision.

Noticing the other delegates, Anastasia smiled and beckoned Henri with a demure wave of her hand to follow her and enjoy himself since, after all, that's what they were here for; there was also diplomacy which would have been handled by Rucinsky tonight but, sadly, he had been on a family vacation in the Ixanian countryside and wasn't avaliable while Svetlana Sturmer, the second in command, was busy with her husband from Leichstur. It wasn't saying that Anastasia didn't mind handling diplomacy herself; that's one of the skills she learned in the tutelage of her old man.

OOC: Until I get word back from Pantocratoria, I'll be RPing as Anastasia's husband, Henri. Not too much, though.

Frederick Gordons sat in the back of the BMW M3 as his driver headed towards the party. He sighed and adjusted his tie. He was never comfortable in a suit but as defacto leader of Whiskeasy he had to attend these kinds of events especially when someone as powerful as the Hegemon was holding it. His predecessor would of been much better in this situation, but he was currently going through Re-hab and counseling for alcoholism and some hefty mental damage.

Nonetheless he would meet the leaders of some of the greatest allies his nation had. His bodyguard Steve sat in the front. Behind him was the back-up car with three extra hands. This place would be crawling with security but the PM always had protection, anything could happen.

They soon approached the amazing and rather bold piece of architecture were the Hegemony were holding their ball. The car pulled up, Gordons did not come in with flag flying and engines revving. He liked it to stay that way, though he did have to use the limo for most affairs. Simply because that thing could survive a bomb attack as well as being impervious to biological weapons.

Gordons opened the door and stepped out, he was wearing a tuxedo with a Whiskeasian flag pin on his lapel. He looked around and Steve stood just behind him off to his right. Always protecting.

From the building's main hall emerged a man dressed in what was quite possibly the most expensive and opulent suit in the nation. Robert Stevens walked down the rows of guards, smiling to himself as he beheld what was for the most part a result of his monetary contributions. He spotted the Whiskeasian delegation and his smile grew wider. He approached them, and bowed. "A good evening to you sirs, we are most gladdened that you chose to attend." As he straightened up, he extended a hand to be shaken. 'I am Robert Stevens, head of the Sumguaian Commercial Federation."

"Irasur, how did you leave off with the Sumguaians?"

"Ehh...left the summit, left the Hegemony, quite abruptly, in fact. I think that what Blackfield did at the funeral made up for it, though. After all, we are co-members of ODECON."

"True."

The Emperor looked out the window, and saw their destination approaching rapidly.

"Get ready for some backroom politics, dear."

"If you do anything but politics in those back rooms, I'll be forced to commit regicide."

"I'll keep that in mind," replied Seawind, grinning.

The limousine pulled up in front of the building. The Emperor worked the white þurnið, or ascot, around his neck, and slipped the bottom into his tunic.

The Seawinds thanked the driver, then stepped out of the limo. The Emperor wore the traditional Kiravian dress wear: A black robe with silver ropework, while Víoleta wore a dazzling ball gown. They clasped hands, smiled, and then strode swiftly into the building.

5:50 PM, Stevens Hall
Sumguaia, Lord Sumguy

A convoy of three black Mercedes-Benz E-Class sedans pulled up to the front of Stevens Hall, black and blue Leistungi flags fluttering in the wind. The first and last ones held federal agents, the middle one pegged as the car of choice for the Chancellor, his wife, and the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs, the senior Minister having been detained by work.

Chancellor Ringkampf stepped out of the sedan, taking his wife Emilie by the hand and walking towards the group of Sumguaian dignitaries, Niklaus Kastner, the Deputy Foreign Minister, following close behind. This was Niklaus’ second major international meeting, though the first had not exactly ended well—the young man had ended up finding out that their hosts were enslaving Christians and subsequently “lost it,” as the newspapers put it. Though he became a national hero for a few days, his superiors in the Ministry were less than amused by the whole ordeal.

Kastner walked a few paces behind the couple, his hands in his pockets. He was, in all honesty, not very happy at all about being forced to attend the ball. He was the youngest man in the government, and constantly felt as though he was being treated as such—the fact that he had no one to go with only added to that fact. He hummed the national anthem to himself as the Chancellor shook hands with one of the Sumguaian dignitaries, smiling inwardly. A quick glance around the front of the building confirmed his suspicion that there were in fact no people worth conversing with for anything less than diplomatic talks, and in spite of his position and how happy he was with his life so far, diplomacy was beginning to bore him.

Before turning to walk into the hall, however, a young woman caught his eye, dressed in a splendid black dress, her hair flowing in the wind as she laughed and exchanged pleasantries with an older dignitary. Emilie tapped him on the shoulder, noticing where his eyes had wandered to.

“The Hegemon, Niklaus,” she said with a hint of a smile. “Beautiful, isn’t she?” Kastner straightened his bow tie nervously, faking a cough.

“Ah, yes, quite striking, Madam Chancellor,” he replied with typical courtesy. Emilie rolled her eyes, visibly irritated at the title and the lack of a straight answer. The Chancellor popped his head into the conversation and put a hand on Emilie’s shoulder, smiling warmly.

“Shall we go in, then?” he asked rhetorically, setting off for the doors. Niklaus glanced once more at Basset before jogging to catch up with the Chancellor, slipping into the doors without another word.

"Will, I'm sorry to hear about your son. You have my condolences." He said

"Thank you, Mr President." answered Will, who was feeling nothing but sadness. Nick Saller walked ahead of him to greet the delegates also. Maybe he'll find business for the booming Look Incorporated here.

Martin Watson with his guards closely behind greeted another Cazatanian delegate.

Don't mess up! Robert Ochiv, Foreign Affairs Minister for the Commonwealth of Kenavt, continually reminded himself on the way to Sumguaia. Pulling up to the curb on an intriguing night, he couldn't help but stop thinking that. Don't mess up. Don't mess up. Don't mess up!

He thanked his valet for the drive, and offered him to take a spin in the car, which was in fact an Aston Martin DBS. Before he even finished the sentence, the valet sped away, leaving the infamous smell of rubber in the air. Walking away, Robert was happy that at least he pleased someone. C'mon now, get serious. He fixed his tie, only to have it fall askew again when he wasn't looking, and decided to turn around to get the view. In the process, he noticed the Hegemon fanning herself with the breeze. "Hello Miss," he yelled, just in case she could hear him, and continued to admire the view.

Booker brightened as the first limo pulled up. "Ah, here are the Grealians I believe. Will Riddle is one of their representatives, probably one of the few men we can trust in that government."

"that reminds me," Mary said, following his gaze. "We must speak after this concerning the Watsons. Martin's actions as of late are concerning me, and I do feel that the republic of Greal is in danger." She noticed two men walking down the row of guards towards them. "And who might this be?" As the men came into view she chuckled. "I would recognize that bow-tie anywhere, it is the Kerpetecean delegation."

As the men drew nearer Mary flashed a brilliant smile, and strode forward to meet them. "You honor us with your attendance, Mr. President." She said to Keupir, extending a hand to be shaken. "I am so glad to be finally meting you in person."

"And I too. It is such a pleasure attending this event. They don't let me out much." Joked Keupir, grasping her hand. Her grip was firmer then he expected, and he reciprocated that, so as not to appear weak before the foreign dignitaries. He released her hand, and stepped backward saying "May I introduce my young friend, Aalan Gremold, Speaker of the Allied Congress of New Kereptica," gesturing to Gremold.

Gremold started at the unexpected introduction. The woman before him, who he presumed was the illustrious Hegemon, leader of Lord Sumguy. He was taken aback at her immense beauty, a trait not common among heads of state, at least in his experience. "W-why hello there, Madam Hegemon. It truly is an honor to meet you." He stammered, reaching out a weak hand.

"Thank you, Mr President." answered Will, who was feeling nothing but sadness. Nick Saller walked ahead of him to greet the delegates also. Maybe he'll find business for the booming Look Incorporated here.

"I need to talk to about the incident that took your son's life and almost ended Sarah's. If you know anything at all about who did this, or who funded it, I will send men to find and kill them, whoever they are." Ingram said quietly.


Martin Watson with his guards closely behind greeted another Cazatanian delegate.

Wolfe turned and moticed Martin strolling towards him. His intellegence breifings about the Watsons advised him not to give up anything sensitive or important. He feigned delight and walked towards Martin, extending his hand and smiling.
"Martin Watson, I presume?"

"And I too. It is such a pleasure attending this event. They don't let me out much." Joked Keupir, grasping her hand. Her grip was firmer then he expected, and he reciprocated that, so as not to appear weak before the foreign dignitaries. He released her hand, and stepped backward saying "May I introduce my young friend, Aalan Gremold, Speaker of the Allied Congress of New Kereptica," gesturing to Gremold.

Gremold started at the unexpected introduction. The woman before him, who he presumed was the illustrious Hegemon, leader of Lord Sumguy. He was taken aback at her immense beauty, a trait not common among heads of state, at least in his experience. "W-why hello there, Madam Hegemon. It truly is an honor to meet you." He stammered, reaching out a weak hand.

"The honor is mine, Mr. Gremold." Mary replied, taking the hand and shacking it, giving it's owner a friendly smile. "I am glad to know that there are others in the business of politics as young as I am." Inwardly she was relieved, as she had been fearing the possibility that she would be the youngest person at the ball by far. "So, what brings you to the Holy Empire? Were you selected for this, or did you volunteer?"

"I need to talk to about the incident that took your son's life and almost ended Sarah's. If you know anything at all about who did this, or who funded it, I will send men to find and kill them, whoever they are." Ingram said quietly.



Wolfe turned and moticed Martin strolling towards him. His intellegence breifings about the Watsons advised him not to give up anything sensitive or important. He feigned delight and walked towards Martin, extending his hand and smiling.
"Martin Watson, I presume?"

"We already know who it is. He died when he crashed the plane deliberately. Whoever funded him was a nation called Xiscapia." replied Will as if he had shot the killer himself.

Martin turned to see a Cazatanian with medals and ribbons decorated on him. "Yes I'm President Martin Watson of Greal, I don't have the honor of your name." He said, noticing the Cazatanian was delighted.

"The honor is mine, Mr. Gremold." Mary replied, taking the hand and shacking it, giving it's owner a friendly smile. "I am glad to know that there are others in the business of politics as young as I am." Inwardly she was relieved, as she had been fearing the possibility that she would be the youngest person at the ball by far. "So, what brings you to the Holy Empire? Were you selected for this, or did you volunteer?"

"I can't recall exactly. One day I was just informed that I was attending this ball as a representative of the Allied States, and that was that..." Replied Gremold, rather wistfully. "Not that I wouldn't have come had I been given the choice of course," he quickly amended, "I hear it's quite nice, well, all year 'round. It gets so cold up in the Peninsula...". His desperate attempt at smalltalk tapered out when he realized that he was actually commenting on the weather.

"Yes, I hear that the Kerpetecean Peninsula is rather cold." Mary replied. He looks somewhat nervous. I know I would be in his shoes. "We are fortunate to have a quite mild climate around Sumguaia." She looked around, and smiled at Gremold. "I am afraid that, being the hostess of this event, I must excuse myself from your company and greet some of the other guests. Once they have all arrived, however I do wish that we may continue this conversation. We will speak further in but a few minutes, Mr. Gremold."

Mary left the man and walked inside the hall, where she spotted the Leistungi delegation. She approached them with an amiable smile. "Mister Chancellor, Mrs. Ringkampf, it is a pleasure to see you both." She extended her hand to be shaken. "I hope that your journey here was pleasant."

6:01 PM, Stevens Hall
Sumguaia, Lord Sumguy

The Chancellor smiled warmly, kissing the top of Basset’s hand, to which his wife rolled her eyes for the second time in as many minutes. Interestingly enough, it was regarding the same woman as well.

“Mary, you look ravishing this evening,” he said, releasing her hand slowly. “Allow me to introduce as well my friend, the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Federal Republic, Mister Niklaus Kastner.” The title was intentionally elongated by the Chancellor, to which again, Emilie rolled her eyes. She was beginning to wonder if her eyes were ever going to actually stick that way as her parents had always warned her.

Niklaus had an entire list of things he wanted to say to her which he had begun storing in his mind the minute he laid eyes on her, but they all seemed to vaporize when her face came into view. She smiled and extended a hand, which Niklaus grasped at, as if he was attempting to grab hold of something just out of reach and failing miserably. He quickly regained his composure and took her hand, shaking it and tacking on a warm smile for good measure.

The few moments he had her hand in his seemed to pass like an eternity, and even though they only shook for about a second, he felt as though he had held her a lifetime longer. He kept his eyes locked with hers as he let her hand go, allowing it to fall back to her side. For the second time that night he forced himself to regain his composure, and he shook his head slightly, as if he was trying to break his gaze by force. He blinked several times and smiled again.

“A pleasure to make your acquaintance, Madame Hegemon,” he said, realizing a moment after the fact that he needed to clear his throat. The entire sentence had come out raspy. “Ah, my apologies, Ms. Basset—a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

"I assure you, Mr. Kastner, the pleasure is all mine." Mary replied, smiling back. "You've become rather famous among my countrymen for the Pro Patria Incident of last year. There are many here who admire you for taking a stand against religious intolerance and the barbarism that is slavery, at the risk of your own career." She said, indicating with her expression that she was among this 'many'. "If only all politicians valued their moral beliefs more than their opportunities for career advancement."

Gordons took the hand and shook it firmly. The man was obviously very important, though he was not certain as to his exact function in the Hegemony.

"A pleasure to meet you. Prime Minister Frederick Gordons, of Whiskeasy at your service. I have to say a hell of a party. Tell me could you point out the high ups around here? I am woefully under briefed."

The Seawinds thanked the driver, then stepped out of the limo. The Emperor wore the traditional Kiravian dress wear: A black robe with silver ropework, while Víoleta wore a dazzling ball gown. They clasped hands, smiled, and then strode swiftly into the building.

The Ixanian visitors noticed their cherished Kiravian friends and, keeping their friendship in mind, greeted them with nothing short of respect and cheerfulness.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I trust that everything has been good for you and your family, right? If you haven't heard already, I recently just got married to my Henri and, also, had my first child. Two milestones for me to cherish." Anastasia said with a smile. "Has your daughter been having fun with my cousin in Kirav? From what I've have heard, my cousin Jenos is really attached to Imiara."

OOC: Kirav, I'm assuming Jenos and your princess are in Kirav right now if that's alright with you. I am also assuming they are madly in love.

6:01 PM, Stevens Hall
Sumguaia, Lord Sumguy

Niklaus’ expression didn’t change, but inwardly he was beaming. He had no idea that his little speech at the diplomatic summit had been so well received in other parts of the world—it certainly wasn’t among his own nation’s government. In fact, the moment the words left Mary’s mouth, Chancellor Ringkampf placed a finger on his temple, remembering with great pain the lengths he went through to keep Niklaus from getting fired from his post at the Ministry.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be politics then, eh, Miss Basset?” he asked dryly. He changed hastily to a more serious tone, remembering where he was. “We all handle diplomacy differently, I suppose. Whereas my fellow Ministers would have preferred to keep it cordial, I figured that there was no point in prolonging a relationship with such a barbaric nation. After all, ‘blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven,’ no? If there’s one thing I’ve learned during my time at the Ministry, it’s that you do not want to mess around with the kingdom of heaven—it’s the only kingdom I can’t barter my way into.” He smiled slyly, realizing that he had just said the first amusing thing since he began working in the government some five years ago.

The Chancellor turned from his wife with a glass of champagne in his hand. “And now you know, Madame Hegemon, why Niklaus is the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.”

6:05 PM, Stevens Hall
Sumguaia, Lord Sumguy

Soon after the stroke of six, a fleet of 3 Mercedes SL class vehicles pulled up to the steps of Stevens Hall. All 3 contained very important figures of the Commonwealth, Prime Minister Dallons, Queen Ann, and His Majesty King Ragnald IV. It was rather odd for the royal heads to be out and about in foreign nations, but this was an exception. Several of the surrounding nations: Greal, Lord Sumguy, Leistung, and even the Kirav would be here, it was only a matter of meeting and greeting the delegations.

However, to Martin, it was more, as he was looking over his papers in his armed vehicle, he took out an important note that was left for him by his predecessor, Roland J. Massaquine, who had passed away.

Dear Sir,

Knowing the Sumguians, I write to you, the new Prime Minister of the Commonwealth, and warn you that a delicate issue may come up when you are in the presence of the new head of state in Lord Sumguy.

It concerns the Monarchy; during our transition between our Republic and into our current head of state, our beloved friend, Lord Sumguy himself, was puzzled and in a semi-state of shock as for this transition away from a Democratic Republic to a Constitutional Monarchy.

As we know he was a person who considered democratic ideals above all else, I personally applauded that, but this transition might have weakened our relation between our 2 great nations. Lord Sumguy may have left us, but to give a fair warning, his sucessor might be just as touchy on this subject as he was, given that he was never given the time to directly address the issue with us. The Queen should be alright if a talk ensures, but I would be weary if His Majesty is around....

Roland.

"This was written just before he died...." Martin thought as he continued to reread the message......"'his sucessor...'"he thought, which of course, must refer to Mary Basset, the new Hegemon.

"Did this issue even come up to her? Would she have forgotten this by now if she new? And above all, how will the king handle this?" Martin contemplated in his mind, but before he could even think of changing his mind, the door swung open....

Martin quickly put the papers in his coat pocket and stepped out in his tuxedo with his lapel pin, as he walked the steps, he was joined together with the Queen, who was wearing her glimering strapless white dress with a tiara; and the King, also in a tuxedo, but with a more decorated coat then Martin's.

"Im...so nervous," Queen Ann started "my first time in the nation of Lord Sumguy, and I am already feel as though the world is watching me."

"It's a national event your Majesty, you shouldn't have to worry. There are plenty of other national leaders who are also having the same jittery feelings as you are." Martin turned to her and smiled.

In fact, I have the same feeling now... he thought as he approached the top of the stairs.

The Ixanian visitors noticed their cherished Kiravian friends and, keeping their friendship in mind, greeted them with nothing short of respect and cheerfulness.

"It's been a long time since we last met. I trust that everything has been good for you and your family, right? If you haven't heard already, I recently just got married to my Henri and, also, had my first child. Two milestones for me to cherish." Anastasia said with a smile. "Has your daughter been having fun with my cousin in Kirav? From what I've have heard, my cousin Jenos is really attached to Imiara."

OOC: Kirav, I'm assuming Jenos and your princess are in Kirav right now if that's alright with you. I am also assuming they are madly in love.

"It has been long indeed," responded Víoleta in a friendly manner.

"Let me congratulate you on you marriage!" exclaimed the Emperor, smiling, "'Tis the greatest honour to meet you, Sèr Henri." Irasur extended his hand in greeting.

"From what she's told us, which is very little, I daresay they are having quite the time. You often forget about dear old Mum and Dad when you're with a fine young man," said Víoleta, motioning ever so slightly at her husband.

6:01 PM, Stevens Hall
Sumguaia, Lord Sumguy

Niklaus’ expression didn’t change, but inwardly he was beaming. He had no idea that his little speech at the diplomatic summit had been so well received in other parts of the world—it certainly wasn’t among his own nation’s government. In fact, the moment the words left Mary’s mouth, Chancellor Ringkampf placed a finger on his temple, remembering with great pain the lengths he went through to keep Niklaus from getting fired from his post at the Ministry.

“I suppose it wouldn’t be politics then, eh, Miss Basset?” he asked dryly. He changed hastily to a more serious tone, remembering where he was. “We all handle diplomacy differently, I suppose. Whereas my fellow Ministers would have preferred to keep it cordial, I figured that there was no point in prolonging a relationship with such a barbaric nation. After all, ‘blessed are those who are persecuted because of righteousness, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven,’ no? If there’s one thing I’ve learned during my time at the Ministry, it’s that you do not want to mess around with the kingdom of heaven—it’s the only kingdom I can’t barter my way into.” He smiled slyly, realizing that he had just said the first amusing thing since he began working in the government some five years ago.

The Chancellor turned from his wife with a glass of champagne in his hand. “And now you know, Madame Hegemon, why Niklaus is the Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs.”

Mary chuckled. "Indeed, Mr. Kastner, that it is." She laughed again at the Chancellor's comment. "Well, Mister Chancellor, is it not better to do good as a servant, than to rule and do nothing? You were praised quite extensively in the papers as well I believe, as it was reported that you are a for a large part the reason that Mr. Kastner still has his position in the Leistungi government."

Gordons took the hand and shook it firmly. The man was obviously very important, though he was not certain as to his exact function in the Hegemony.

"A pleasure to meet you. Prime Minister Frederick Gordons, of Whiskeasy at your service. I have to say a hell of a party. Tell me could you point out the high ups around here? I am woefully under briefed."

Stevens grinned. "Well," he said, gesturing towards Booker. "there is Mister Booker, our foreign minister and newly elected Speaker of the ODECON Regulatory Congress, the Hegemon I believe has just walked inside with the Leistungi Chancellor and Deputy Foreign Minister, the President and Foreign Minister of Greal are here, The Emperor of Kirav is around somewhere, The Kerpetecean President and Speaker of Congress are here, as is the Cazelian President, Vice President, and Secretary of State. I Believe that Ms. Dautry of Caelapes is in attendance, as are the Ixanian Empress, the Foreign Minister of Kenavt, the Royal couple and Prime Minister of Zoingo, our own HIDF Commander General McAlpin, and the head of the Abrahamic League High Council: George Claxton."

He laughed. "Well, that was quite a mouthful, but I don't think I left anyone out, except maybe myself. I hold no position within the government, but am currently the wealthiest man in the Holy Empire, and am head of the Sumguaian Commercial Federation. I paid for a majority of this building's construction."

Gordons looked around noting the people Stevens had pointed out. They were all busy talking to other dignitaries or aides of some kind.
"Well thank you very much Stevens, I must ask do you know what is happening tonight? Any speeches? And by the way, I'm loving the building, very bold.

I don't suppose there is anywhere to get a drink? I will show you how a Whiskeasian drinks if your up for it." He gave him a huge smile and rubbed his hands together. He loved a good drink.

Gordons looked around noting the people Stevens had pointed out. They were all busy talking to other dignitaries or aides of some kind.
"Well thank you very much Stevens, I must ask do you know what is happening tonight? Any speeches? And by the way, I'm loving the building, very bold.

I don't suppose there is anywhere to get a drink? I will show you how a Whiskeasian drinks if your up for it." He gave him a huge smile and rubbed his hands together. He loved a good drink.

"Thank you, it did cost quite a lot of money indeed, and I had to pay the architect triple to get him to drop the other projects he was working on. There are no speeches that I know of," Stevens said. "as its not a highly structured event, just dignitaries gathering for food, drink, dancing, and under the table diplomacy. I would be more than happy to direct you to the bar though, perhaps we can see what you make of our wine." He smiled, gesturing for them to follow, and headed inside.

Gordons followed the man into the beautiful building, passing some of the esteemed guests. Some he recognized, some he did not. They continued through some of the most rich and powerful people on earth to make their way to the bar. Gordons looked up and down the selection of free drinks wondering what to have. He then decided that he would let Stevens do it for him, Gordons would do the same later.
"Well, you pick for me Stevens. I like to do an exchange of drinks with people I get to know them that way, you give me a drink and I will later give you a drink. I find that you can tell a lot from a man by what he drinks. Don't you?"
He glanced around the ball room people were talking and sipping on Champagne. Gordons had a brief thought of some of the worlds most powerful and respected leaders having a drinking competition. Somehow he doubted it would happen but who knows he thought.

Mary chuckled. "Indeed, Mr. Kastner, that it is." She laughed again at the Chancellor's comment. "Well, Mister Chancellor, is it not better to do good as a servant, than to rule and do nothing? You were praised quite extensively in the papers as well I believe, as it was reported that you are a for a large part the reason that Mr. Kastner still has his position in the Leistungi government."

"The way I see it, Miss Basset, anyone who can stick two Bible quotes into a single sentence must be quick on his feet; wouldn't you agree?" the Chancellor asked rhetorically, to which Niklaus grinned.

"Besides," Niklaus started, a grin still on his face. "If I wasn't around, who would you get to make your coffee in the mornings?" The Chancellor mocked confusion as his wife stared on helplessly, her head in her hands.

"Then what in God's name am I paying my secretary for?!" he declared, throwing his arms into the air.

"Chancellor, your secretary retired a month ago--haven't you noticed that your coffee no longer tastes like beets?"

"I had noticed that, yes...I supposed that the Coffee Laborers Union was getting back at me for something..."

Emilie ran her hands through her hair and shot Basset a look of apology, shrugging idly at the conversation the two men were having.

Arriving fashionably late as Santherese nobles were prone to do, Marco de Rossi stepped slowly into the room. On one hand, he was used to people drawing everyone's attention to him when he entered, and so was a little unnerved at being relatively ignored -- on the other, the fact that he was finally outside of the ado of Santherese high life was comforting. He didn't have to worry about being randomly poisoned by some upstart, not one from his family and not one from another. As the Regnant, he was in the peculiar position of being a likely victim of both.

Of course, he supposed, his companion could always kill him. Angela Giarelli was more than capable of it, being a career soldier. But then, the Giarellis liked him far too much to risk a Paladino or a Carducci in the Regnancy. Besides, Angela wouldn't even have a chance at being accepted as the ODEPOL director if Marco didn't come back from a simple ball alive and well.

They proceeded into the room floor, arm in arm, Angela using her free hand to hold her skirts up past her ankles. After decades in combat boots, the heels were a little too unfamiliar for her and she wouldn't dare risk humiliating herself by stepping on her skirts and tripping in front of so many people whom she was determined to impress. Marco had no such concerns. His was a simple suit, less ritzy than some of what the other attendees were wearing; odd for someone of such high standing in Santheres to downplay their wealth and success in such a way, yes, but he didn't much care. In his free hand, he held a bottle of some of the finest Rossi Gold sparkling wine against the crook of his elbow.

"Good luck," he said to Angela through his smile. "Remember, this isn't the military."

Angela nodded and licked her lips, grimacing a little as she remembered the soft, nearly-blue lipstick she wore. It had matched well with her dress, but had a taste to it. An awful, awful taste. "Right, Marco." She reveled in being able to refer to him as such for once -- it was just simply an honor for someone of her quite lower station, but she had always had a little bit of a crush on the man, despite her Giarelli husband. "And you remember that these aren't the constantly-scheming bastards in the Congress, yes?"

"Of course."

"It has been long indeed," responded Víoleta in a friendly manner.

"Let me congratulate you on you marriage!" exclaimed the Emperor, smiling, "'Tis the greatest honour to meet you, Sèr Henri." Irasur extended his hand in greeting.

"From what she's told us, which is very little, I daresay they are having quite the time. You often forget about dear old Mum and Dad when you're with a fine young man," said Víoleta, motioning ever so slightly at her husband.

Anastasia smiled. "To echo the words of an Ixanian poet: Friendship is our world's sweetest wine."

As Henri was talking with the Emperor of Kirav, Anastasia turned her full attention to Violeta. "I must say that Jenos seems quite entertained by your daughter and from what I am told by him, he is madly in love with her and vice versa. Perhaps they will marry one day and link our families together in a union. It would be an honor to accept Imiara into the House of Schverzinski and I am sure no one would oppose it."

The AirWolf 23II-a HCGS touched down about a mile from the building where the ball was being held. From it jumped a half-dozen armed guards who then formed up on either side of the open hatch.

Three more fully armed soldiers stepped down the now-present steps and glanced around for a minute before advancing toward the festivities.

The tallest of the three said, "Foolishness! To be allowed to land unchallenged is a sign of military unpreparedness. I did not expect this in a country of Dienstad."

"Indeed", said the soldier on the right.

The third, obviously female, said nothing. She took note of the other women inside, the gowns, jewels and other feminine gew-gaws pissing her off. "My Lord Amra! You did not indicate that this was a formal affair!"

Amra grinned. "And what difference would that have made, Aura? You are a warrior of the Empire and are garbed as such. We do not adhere to the latest frippery that the world has to offer."

She spun around to look at him. "You know damn right well I'm not talking about these silly-looking cows here! I'm talking about my lack of appropriate symbols of my rank! No doubt these imbeciles will think I'm nothing more than a simple soldier rather than the consort of the future Emperor of Xeraph!"

Amra laughed. "So? What do you care? Your'e with me, aren't you?"

The other soldier, Lord Vlad, King of The Grey Phoenix and second only to the Emperor, said, "Why don't the two of you shut up and enjoy something for a change? Have a few drinks, chill out. And try not to kill anybody."

Amra and Aura both laughed. "Agreed, m'lord Vlad. Let's go. It looks like theyr'e sending someone out to greet us."

Gordons followed the man into the beautiful building, passing some of the esteemed guests. Some he recognized, some he did not. They continued through some of the most rich and powerful people on earth to make their way to the bar. Gordons looked up and down the selection of free drinks wondering what to have. He then decided that he would let Stevens do it for him, Gordons would do the same later.
"Well, you pick for me Stevens. I like to do an exchange of drinks with people I get to know them that way, you give me a drink and I will later give you a drink. I find that you can tell a lot from a man by what he drinks. Don't you?"
He glanced around the ball room people were talking and sipping on Champagne. Gordons had a brief thought of some of the worlds most powerful and respected leaders having a drinking competition. Somehow he doubted it would happen but who knows he thought.

"Oh, I have never really given it much thought." Robert said, smiling. "I look at the posture myself." He looked at the menu, his grin widening. "How do you feel about a sweet red wine from one of my vineyards, mister Gordons? I believe that a bottle from our best season is in stock here." He motioned to the barman, who bent down behind the bar, and emerged a moment later with a bottle and pair of wineglasses. "And how are you today, John?" Stevens asked the man as he filled the two glasses.

"I am quite well sir, thank you for asking." The bartender replied cheerfully. "My youngest daughter will turn eight tomorrow."

"Oh?" Robert smiled. "Well, congratulations."

John beamed. "Thank you sir. I must say, never seen so many people of such importance in my life. With any luck, I'll be able to tell my grandchildren that I served drinks to the Hegemon and ODECON president."

Robert laughed. "Ill see that you do, John." He took his glass and held it up up. "A toast, mister Gordons. To the freedom of mind, worship, ballot," he paused for a moment, smirking. "and wallet."


"The way I see it, Miss Basset, anyone who can stick two Bible quotes into a single sentence must be quick on his feet; wouldn't you agree?" the Chancellor asked rhetorically, to which Niklaus grinned.

"Besides," Niklaus started, a grin still on his face. "If I wasn't around, who would you get to make your coffee in the mornings?" The Chancellor mocked confusion as his wife stared on helplessly, her head in her hands.

"Then what in God's name am I paying my secretary for?!" he declared, throwing his arms into the air.

"Chancellor, your secretary retired a month ago--haven't you noticed that your coffee no longer tastes like beets?"

"I had noticed that, yes...I supposed that the Coffee Laborers Union was getting back at me for something..."

Emilie ran her hands through her hair and shot Basset a look of apology, shrugging idly at the conversation the two men were having.

Mary watched the two men with a smile of amusement, observing their conversation silently. She spotted a man several feet away and grinned. "Ah, George, I was wondering where you were."

The man smiled as she addressed him and bowed. He was wearing a black suit, upon the area of which over his heart was embroidered the insignia of the Abrahamic League. A white collar pocked out from under the jacket, and a pendant upon which was a small cross hung from his neck. "A pleasure to see you as always, ma'am." He said, walking to join the four. "This ball is grander than I could have imagined."

"I am amazed that everything turned out so well myself." Mary replied. turning back to the other three. "May I introduce the Reverend George Claxton. He is the episcopalian archbishop of Sumguaia, and head of the Abrahamic League High Council."

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Chancellor." Claxton said, extending a hand to be shaken.


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Two Days Previous, Sumguaia:

Eight people sat around the conference table in the center of an old office building. At the door leading out were several guards, who wore no insignia or uniform identifying them with any organization. A man in his early fifties sat at the head of the table, polishing a a pair of reading glasses with a cloth.

"The situation in Waldenburg is progressing as was foreseen." He said, putting the glasses on again. "The situation is developing quicker than we had expected and the time is fast approaching. How goes progress on the army of redeemed?"

A man sitting across from the first put his hands together, light glinting off of a diamond-encrusted ring on his finger. "Ahead of schedule. They will be ready in time, as was of course predicted." He smiled. "They are a considerable drain upon our resources, but we have more than enough nonetheless."

"I see, good. And what is there to report regarding domestic events foreseen?"

A third man among them regarded the speaker with his one functioning eye. "Many have occurred in a short time, and her behavior is in accordance. I believe the return is imminent. I have begun to make the necessary preparations."

"Very good. Now, are there any theories upon the meaning of the eight passage of the last chapter..."

As the sun set outside the men turned to discussing interpretations of the book before them.

"Oh, I have never really given it much thought." Robert said, smiling. "I look at the posture myself." He looked at the menu, his grin widening. "How do you feel about a sweet red wine from one of my vineyards, mister Gordons? I believe that a bottle from our best season is in stock here." He motioned to the barman, who bent down behind the bar, and emerged a moment later with a bottle and pair of wineglasses. "And how are you today, John?" Stevens asked the man as he filled the two glasses.

"I am quite well sir, thank you for asking." The bartender replied cheerfully. "My youngest daughter will turn eight tomorrow."

"Oh?" Robert smiled. "Well, congratulations."

John beamed. "Thank you sir. I must say, never seen so many people of such importance in my life. With any luck, I'll be able to tell my grandchildren that I served drinks to the Hegemon and ODECON president."

Robert laughed. "Ill see that you do, John." He took his glass and held it up up. "A toast, mister Gordons. To the freedom of mind, worship, ballot," he paused for a moment, smirking. "and wallet."

Gordons drank deep from the crystal glass. He tasted the richness that indicated a good wine and the warm glow spread out from his stomach.

"I will drink to that! Some of the more important things in life."
He said after he had swallowed the expensive ambrosia.

He took another sip and went on. "Lovely wine by the way. And I must ask what exactly do you do per say? I understand you are of course the most wealthy, and classy might I add, man in the Hegemony."

He looked around the ball room, yet more people had arrived, a man and women had arrived, him in an adequate looking suit and her wobbling around the floor. Obviously someone had had to much to drink, that or high heels just wasn't for her.

He nodded his head in the direction of the couple and said "Who are those two? I can't say I'm familiar with them."

Mary watched the two men with a smile of amusement, observing their conversation silently. She spotted a man several feet away and grinned. "Ah, George, I was wondering where you were."

The man smiled as she addressed him and bowed. He was wearing a black suit, upon the area of which over his heart was embroidered the insignia of the Abrahamic League. A white collar pocked out from under the jacket, and a pendant upon which was a small cross hung from his neck. "A pleasure to see you as always, ma'am." He said, walking to join the four. "This ball is grander than I could have imagined."

"I am amazed that everything turned out so well myself." Mary replied. turning back to the other three. "May I introduce the Reverend George Claxton. He is the episcopalian archbishop of Sumguaia, and head of the Abrahamic League High Council."

"It is an honor to make your acquaintance, Chancellor." Claxton said, extending a hand to be shaken.

"Reverend," the Chancellor said, shaking the man's hand firmly. "I'm glad I was able to speak with you--the situation in Waldenburg is reaching a boiling point, and I do not honestly believe that we can seize the capital alone."

The reverend raised a curious eyebrow and Ringkampf continued. "Our forces are deployed in the south, around the mountain ranges there. While we have not yet landed, it is only a matter of time." He purposely did not mention the intentions of the Leistungi military in their poisoning of the Strein River--some things were best left in their Top Secret folders. "The southern attack is a diversion, to draw forces away from the main advance in the north near the Strein Delta." The reverend's other eyebrow lifted. "For that, we need your assistance. I know personally that the Abrahamic League has had problems with Waldenburg in the past, and that tensions have reached a high as of late. Can we count on your support?"

Gordons drank deep from the crystal glass. He tasted the richness that indicated a good wine and the warm glow spread out from his stomach.

"I will drink to that! Some of the more important things in life."
He said after he had swallowed the expensive ambrosia.

He took another sip and went on. "Lovely wine by the way. And I must ask what exactly do you do per say? I understand you are of course the most wealthy, and classy might I add, man in the Hegemony."

He looked around the ball room, yet more people had arrived, a man and women had arrived, him in an adequate looking suit and her wobbling around the floor. Obviously someone had had to much to drink, that or high heels just wasn't for her.

He nodded his head in the direction of the couple and said "Who are those two? I can't say I'm familiar with them."

"What do I do?" Robert chuckled, and downed his own glass. "Well, I started out as just a college graduate with degrees in engineering, business management, and weapons technology, as well as a mountain of debt. I landed myself a job as an intern at the corporate HQ of Sumguaian Motors, and worked my way up the ladder from there. Five years and two best-selling models of my own design later, I found myself to be one of the vice-presidents. Using that status, I gathered up enough capital to start a weapon design and manufacture company. That, to my immeasurable luck, grew exponentially tot he point where I was the primary supplier of small arms to the Abrahamic League. My huge successes in this venture led to me being chosen to serve as CEO of Sumguaian Motors, and I've been constantly expanding ever since. Currently I personally own companies in more than a dozen industries that do business throughout the globe, and am among the largest shareholders in at least as many corporations. I am also the founder and CEO of the Commercial Federation."

He poured himself another glass. "In summary, I am but a very lucky designer and entrepreneur." He followed Gordons gesture and nodded. "That would be the Santherian delegation I believe."



"Reverend," the Chancellor said, shaking the man's hand firmly. "I'm glad I was able to speak with you--the situation in Waldenburg is reaching a boiling point, and I do not honestly believe that we can seize the capital alone."

The reverend raised a curious eyebrow and Ringkampf continued. "Our forces are deployed in the south, around the mountain ranges there. While we have not yet landed, it is only a matter of time." He purposely did not mention the intentions of the Leistungi military in their poisoning of the Strein River--some things were best left in their Top Secret folders. "The southern attack is a diversion, to draw forces away from the main advance in the north near the Strein Delta." The reverend's other eyebrow lifted. "For that, we need your assistance. I know personally that the Abrahamic League has had problems with Waldenburg in the past, and that tensions have reached a high as of late. Can we count on your support?"

Claxton beamed. "But of course, Chancellor. The League would be more than willing to assist in the overthrow of the tyrants of Waldenburg. The liberation of the Waldenburg people from the oppressive church and Emperor that now rule them has long been a goal of the League. In fact, we have already taken steps to begin such a process, and were planning on deploying our own forces soon as it were. How many do you think will be required?"

The Royal Couple set out to find their fellow allies, the Kiravian delegation, and were at a point lost. But just as they decided to go back, Ann pointed out to her husband that in-between a crowd of people, the Emperor of Kirav himself was speaking to the delegation.

"Might as well go meet our friends." King John said to himself as the two of them walked together.

Meanwhile, Martin had strayed from the couple in search of the lovely host, Miss Basset, as well as in search of the Chancellor. Mainly, this was for catching up in the world affairs department of Martins' knowledge, so he could present any further plans before the Parliament in Amsteldam. He then approached the rather important group of people. As he did, he felt a sharp pain, not a one of physical, but of mental pain. In the back of his mind, he reminded himself of what was in his coat pocket...

If the subject comes up, at least the king won't be around, making this easier on meMartin thought. Keeping his composure, he took a deep breath, and made his greeting.

"Ahhh! Miss Basset, on behalf of the Commonwealth, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance for the first time," Martin bowed. "And Chancellor, I give out the same...."

Claxton beamed. "But of course, Chancellor. The League would be more than willing to assist in the overthrow of the tyrants of Waldenburg. The liberation of the Waldenburg people from the oppressive church and Emperor that now rule them has long been a goal of the League. In fact, we have already taken steps to begin such a process, and were planning on deploying our own forces soon as it were. How many do you think will be required?"

"Our forces have made landfall in the south, seventy-five miles south of Stillerhafen, with approximately four hundred thousand men and accompanying armor," the Chancellor replied. "By the end of the month, we're aiming at landing some six million men, with an additional four planned for the future. We are currently locked in battle with an Imperial Army detachment about two times our size about fifty miles north of the beaches, and Stillerhafen is yet to be taken. What we need you to do is to support our landings and guard our right flank from attack--taking Stillerhafen is currently out of our reach unless the tide turns, and its presence threatens the right."

Kastner piped in, having just spoken to Feldmarschall Ivanov that morning. "The Imperial Army's total strength hovers in the two hundred million region--we cannot win a war of attrition with a force some twenty times larger than our own, and so we ask you for you support in leveling the playing field."

"Exactly," Ringkampf said. "Moreover, we need a strong flank to pin the Imperial Army in place and give them no room to maneuver. Once we defeat their initial strike, they are bound to attack with a more substantial force, and to defeat this secondary attack, I would estimate that our coalition would require somewhere in the order of twenty million soldiers--ten from our own military, ten from yours. Of course, if you would rather commit more, we would have no issue with it, so long as you realize that supply for your men would have to be covered by your organization."

"Our forces have made landfall in the south, seventy-five miles south of Stillerhafen, with approximately four hundred thousand men and accompanying armor," the Chancellor replied. "By the end of the month, we're aiming at landing some six million men, with an additional four planned for the future. We are currently locked in battle with an Imperial Army detachment about two times our size about fifty miles north of the beaches, and Stillerhafen is yet to be taken. What we need you to do is to support our landings and guard our right flank from attack--taking Stillerhafen is currently out of our reach unless the tide turns, and its presence threatens the right."

Kastner piped in, having just spoken to Feldmarschall Ivanov that morning. "The Imperial Army's total strength hovers in the two hundred million region--we cannot win a war of attrition with a force some twenty times larger than our own, and so we ask you for you support in leveling the playing field."

"Exactly," Ringkampf said. "Moreover, we need a strong flank to pin the Imperial Army in place and give them no room to maneuver. Once we defeat their initial strike, they are bound to attack with a more substantial force, and to defeat this secondary attack, I would estimate that our coalition would require somewhere in the order of twenty million soldiers--ten from our own military, ten from yours. Of course, if you would rather commit more, we would have no issue with it, so long as you realize that supply for your men would have to be covered by your organization."

Claxton smiled, his eyes twinkling. "Ten million? I believe that is far too small. Don't you, Mary?"

The Hegemon closed her eyes for a moment, thinking. "Against the Waldenburg Empire? Definitely. I'm amazed you had ever thought that you could defeat them on your own Chancellor." She frowned. "I believe that my government may be able to supply upwards of ten million troops alongside those of the League, as well as a large portion of our navy. We might be able to supply enough men to secure victory if we can use well enough the naval superiority that we will have. I would though advise that you seek out further aid, Chancellor, for why fight an even match when you can gather enough allies to overwhelm any resistance that the Waldenburg Empire may offer?"

Claxton's smile remained. "I do believe that you are forgetting the Federation's recent project."

"Mary looked puzzled for a moment, before recognition flashed across her face. "Ah yes, Robert's new army. That would be quite an asset." She smiled. 'So, Chancellor, I do believe we can supply quite a bit more than you have requested, as we do very much wish to see a liberated Waldenburg Empire."

The Chancellor raised an eyebrow. "Well then--as long as you can supply them, send as many men as you see fit. Unfortunately, our resources are stretched thinly as it is, so we won't be able to supply any more than our planned deployment. I'm glad we're on the same page though, Ms. Basset. You'll need to speak with our General Staff in Falkenberg, I'm afraid, as I'm not quite up-to-date with exactly where our men have advanced to or where your men are needed."

OOC: Worst. Post. Ever.

ooc: Lol being ignored :p

Ah yes, the Waldenburg Empire fiasco with Leistung going at it again... Martin thought as he chucked in the background. Well, it seems that they are hard at work, best not disturb them....

Martin walked over to a table, poured himself a glass of Renault 2004 Red Wine, and went back to the group, glass in hand. hopefully, this time he won't feel embarrassed being ignored by, in his terms the 'elite' of the world's politicians and personages.

She is the Hegemon, and he is the Chancellor, I guess working under such stressful positions and also running an alliance is difficult to keep up with. Thank god I am only a Prime Minister. Martin thought as he took a sip.

ooc: Lol being ignored :p

Ah yes, the Waldenburg Empire fiasco with Leistung going at it again... Martin thought as he chucked in the background. Well, it seems that they are hard at work, best not disturb them....

Martin walked over to a table, poured himself a glass of Renault 2004 Red Wine, and went back to the group, glass in hand. hopefully, this time he won't feel embarrassed being ignored by, in his terms the 'elite' of the world's politicians and personages.

She is the Hegemon, and he is the Chancellor, I guess working under such stressful positions and also running an alliance is difficult to keep up with. Thank god I am only a Prime Minister. Martin thought as he took a sip.

OOC: ah crud, missed that post. I'll go back and edit mine later today.