NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is to help prevent too much clutter on the Hierphil vote rp. Anyone who isn't already involved is welcome as far as I'm concerned but should ask Hierphil if they can get in on the action.

IC:

The Prime Minister's Suite hotel was indeed luxurious and Ipson Grass appointee of the First Speaker felt a little uncomfortable in such lavish surroundings.

I shall probably need to be on my best behaviour he thought then reconsidered. With a Wolf's hold pro-royalist general and Augmark pro-democratic representative furniture might just get broken anyway.

Ipson looked around at his companions and then moved forwards to the desk to check in and inquire about what services the hotel offered.

He could hardly wait to see how the people would come to a decision and hoped that there would be a few good parties along the way. Still, in the meantime he could discuss the benefits of the different choices before Hierphil with his fellow delegates so he’d hardly be bored.

OOC: everyone's welcome.
IC:
At the Prime Minister's Office
York eased into the leather seat behind his desk and turned to glance out the window behind him. The sun had nearly disappeared from view and the soft pink tinge of the sky was turning bluer by the second. He sighed to himself. At this time tomorrow, we will have decided a date for the election. Judgement Day for Hierphil, he thought. He had many worries about the election but he could only hope that whatever the Hierphilian people chose would be the wisest choice.

At that very moment, newspapers and news agencies everywhere were running the records of the emergency session of Parliament. Hierphilians everywhere would be settling to watch the evening news and they would see the debate that took place earlier today. Would the Hierphilians make an educated decision?

And then there were the foreign diplomats, gathering at The Prime Minister's Suite to debate the future of Hierphil off-record. York had expected the diplomats to stay, but he wasn't sure what to expect of their debate and travels while in Hierphil...

At The Prime Minister's Suite (hotel)
The manager behind the counter was unafraid. Her hotel was used to foreign diplomats so she was proud to host the diplomats on such a monumentuous occasion. She had her most trustworthy bellboys carry the diplomats belongings upstairs to the Guest Suites on the top three floors. She liked things to go by the book and if everything went as planned, she would not be easily angered...

Takaram Chief Foreign Relations Officer Cynthia Rose sat down in her room in the Prime Minister's Suite, admiring the care that obviously went into the building of the place. She sighed with exhaustion and content, then realized she should probably call the High Councilor and give him an update, but that could wait.

Ipson watched as his small bag was carried off. If the vote took a while, which he hoped it would, then he would have to buy some new clothes. Turning to the manager he asked politely,
"Does this hotel have communal facilities like a hot tub or bathes? Or maybe a lounge or bar..."
Just as he was getting into his speculation his pocket organiser buzzed, he smiled apologetically to the manager and glanced down at the screen. It read one news update, two messages.

The update told him that Sarrowquand and Hierphil had both involved themselves in an alliance to eliminate nuclear weapons, CAN. The two states were already becoming more entwined in their business.

The first message was from one of Rebecca Silinky's secretaries a low ranking bureaucrat that he knew personally and got on well with: The message read, your Grey Bureaucrat 'aides' are pissed that you left the country without them, watch your step.

The second message was from the First Speaker herself who had just finished watching the broadcast version of the parliamentary debate. It read, good work so far, we're likely to apply for an embassy in Hierphil soon and your tipped for being ambassador.

He looked back up with a smile and asked if the manager could repeat what she had just said.

Prime Minister's Suite Hotel

Kevin Corrie hadn't intended to sped his time at a fancy hotel, but they had a bar, so he tagged along. As soon as he arrived, he ducked into the bar, sat down at the counter, placed his James Executive, credit card on the bar, he was unsure if they accepted such cards in this country, but, at the time, it seemed to be a respectable capitalist country, so it was presumable that they would. He then said, "I'll take a Cafe Vermouth."

OOC: I'm not going to rp each of the characters at the hotel (ie bartender, bellboy, spa therapist, maid, etc.) but i will rp the manager. Also, you're free to travel the country to inquire about what the people think

Prime Minister's Suite
The manager smiled kindly at Ipson. "We offer a number of facilities. Our Thermal Spa is down the hall to the left and it will be the first door on your right. Next door is our swimming pool and jacuzzis. Down the right hallway, we have a bar and restaurant if you would like some fine dining or drink this evening."

Prime Minister's Suite

Wolf's General Hagram watched as the foregin diplomats mixed and talked with some locals, however he had to make some arrangements. He had personnaly pleged to protect 2 if not 3 other diplomats and so he had to get the ball rolling. First of all he turned to one of his Wolf Legion aides. "Go find the Hotels security manager and intergrate are comms and other procedures" Then turning to the 6 men of the 33rd Mechanised infantry "I want 2 Men on the entance at all times, no excuses. The Remaining 4 are to station themselves in the lobby. Now get to it!" Snapping their salutes and hurrying to their assigned posititons, Generl Hagram turned finnaly to his last Wolf Legion Aide "Get on the horn to the emabbasy, we need some more men here, tell them to send squad 4 and squad 1. Oh and have the QRF put to standby" As the aide hurried to complete his tasks, the general began to wander about, hoping to talk to one of the delgates.

ooc: bump

General Sidorov reclined in his private jet which was now soaring over international waters. Hierphil said everyone was welcome. Everyone.

bump

Kara Hollister was sitting at a desk, looking out the window at the skyline of the Hierphil city, thinking. Thinking about democracy, monarchy, society. This vote would be a test of human nature. Will people let their inate fear, fear of failure, fear of the unknown, fear of life, take control of them, and elect a tyrant who will promise order, in exchange for blood, hate, and death. Can people see past themselves, and take responsibility of not just their lives, but of other people, and realize that there is no one watching overthem, that they all must be responsible, in order to save society as a whole, from the fear and hate brought about by the unknown. Will people, given the option, opt for a tyrant, or a system where every person has a say in what happens around them.

She needed a drink,...she traversed the distance to her door, and went to the main lobby, where she found a bar resteraunt not to far away. She went in ordered a drink, and sat down.

“I think the bar first, then maybe some Jacuzzi fun!” Ipson said and nodded to the manager, he then motioned to the Wolf hold general to follow scarcely noticing that his entourage had decreased by two; he headed at a fast walk towards the bar, seeing that both the representative of Augmark and the representative from the Beatus were present he looked from one to the other trying to decide where to sit, fearful that the Wolf hold general he presumed was following him would tire of his indecision and hoist him through the portal, he took a seat at the bar roughly between the two other delegates. Catching the bartender’s eye he ordered a bottle of Gosti, then remembering he wasn’t in Sarrowquand asked for a flatliner and a pint of Ale instead.

As he waited for his drink he engaged in a series of nods and winks aimed at the other two delegates to attract their attention.

General Hagram now alone as his guards and aides had scuttled off to complete their tasks saw the subtle hint the Sarrowquand delegate gave for him to follow. Following him into the bar, he waited pateintly fora few seconds whislt he chose where to sit. Just as he was about to grow tiresome of the Sarrowquands indecsion and push him into a seat, the representative moved to sit down. "Finnaly" The General sarcatically re-markarked to himslelf. Ignoring the other representatives, he sat down next to the Sarroquand represntative and ordered a large shot of vodka, downing the shot in two gulps he ordered another one, but left in on the bar.

Ipson downed the flatliner and sucked his lower lip to get whatever taste was left. He turned to the general suddenly looking serious and asked,
"General surely you've been around conflicts whilst they've still just been brewing, do you think there will be violence over the vote?"

Swirling his vodka and the turning his head to look at Ipson. "There well could be, the tension is in the air. It is that tension that acts like a fuel for a fire, it only takes one spark to set it off. I don't think there is going to be a spark, but if there is, it has the potential to be very bloody conflict."

Ipson began to drink his ale. "You feel that Hierphil would be best served by a monarchy...or" he lowered his voice "that the Wolf Hold would be best served by a monarchy in Hierphil?"

"The Wolf Hold could do with a another autocarcy for an ally, however I do truly think that the monarchy is the best choice for the people. However my arguments an what they were based off seem pretty hypocritical now"

"The people of Sarrowquand are at heart a practical people who posses more ethics then they do morals, would you like to hear a little about our political system?"

"It can't harm to know how an allies political systems works. So tell me how does your political system work?"

General Sidorov's private jet now circled the Hierphilian capitol. He could hear his pilot speaking through the radio.

"Xultan flight GS001 requesting permission to land at Hierphil International Airport."

Sidorov strained his ear to hear the Hierphilian response. He knew that the air traffic controler would be radioing to his superiors to find out how to respond. That within a matter of minutes the Prime Minister would be on the phone making the final decision...

The young air traffic controller froze. He had seen what Xult could do personally. And he was terrified. After a moment, he recovered and shot out of his chair, racing for a phone. He dialed the number for his superior who in turn patched him through the to Prime Minister's office. After a moment of silence, he heard:

"Prime Minister Remus York, who is this?"

"Mr. Prime Minister, I am Jackson Row, an airtraffic controller for Hierphil International Airport."

"Ok, Mr. Row, what can I do for you?

"Xultan Flight GS001 is requesting permission to land."

There was a pause. York knew GS001. It was General Sidorov's private jet. He knew that this could be a chance for open dialogue with the enemy. But precautions would have to be taken.

"Permission granted. Call the Minister for Homeland Security and tell him to have a rather large police escort bring Mr. Sidorov to the Prime minister's Suite."

Jackson Row relayed the Prime Minister's response to the pilot and waited for a reply.

Sidorov allowed himself a rare smile as his plane began its decent into Hierphil. This was a rare opportunity for him to be allowed within Hierphil so he would not waste it.

His plane touched down and he exited the terminal into a small army of police officers. He hadn't expected any less of the Prime Minister. He wasn't trusted. The officers escorted him and his small squad of Xultan Ground Forces out of the airport and into a parade of armored black SUVs which took them to the Prime Minister's Suite hotel. The General marched into the overly exquisite lobby and approached the counter. "I'm General Vladimir Sidorov of the Supreme Dominion of Xult. One of your finest please."

Cynthia Rose had decided to go down to the bar for a drink or two, and was not surprised to see many of the other delegates there. She was surprised, however, to see men in Xult uniforms standing in the lobby. She walked into the bar and ordered a vodka.

Kevin had just finished of his second Cafe Vermouth, when he heard someone say "Xult. One of your finest please." It seemed like an odd thing for someone to say, where they selling some kind of Xult related merchandise in the gift shop or something? He got up from the bar, to go and see, when he spotted Xult soldiers in the lobby. The first thing that ran through Kevin's head was, "Why would they be selling Xult soldiers at a hotel? I could see if this were one of 'those' clubs, were guys go for that. Wait, is it?" Kevin had now thoroughly confused himself, and decided he would walk over, and see what this was all about. Luckily he remembered his credit card before walking over towards the Xult guards.

OOC: The Beatus you owe me a new budweiser for the spit take that resulted form your post.

"It can't harm to know how an allies political systems works. So tell me how does your political system work?"

"Well General the first house of government is the Speaker's council which consists of twenty six representatives elected to the upper and lower forums. The upper forum is made up of the thirteen senior Speakers listed one to thirteen and the lower forum is fourteen to twenty six. The role of the Speaker is to capture the imagination and direct the people in meaningful enterprise. Speakers say what laws should exist and what needs to be done and have few limits on their authority. The big limit is popularity; the population maintain a stance on each speaker as to whether they support or don't support them and the populous is also constantly polled on how they feel about each issue a Speaker brings to the Forum, as long as a speaker has the people at their back they can do anything but if the people are unwilling to believe in them then they become feeble and neutered by fear of a no-confidence vote. Speakers serve for life unless they become unpopular and as there is an ongoing opinion survey they can be removed at any time. Dominion citizens aren’t that fickle though so typically once they have won enough support to become a Speaker they stay there for awhile.

There’s also an aspect of direct democracy through electronic methods as the greater Forum is the last part of the first house and is made up of every citizen who can be bothered to cast a vote. The Greater Forum is always open for debate and always casts votes but the situation determines which of the three parts of the Forum are actually tallied and which are just used to gage the popular support for an issue. Some issues are only tallied in the Upper Forum, the first thirteen Speakers and some involve the whole population. In the former the Speakers watch the people to see how in tune they are with them in the later the people watch the Speakers to see how in tune they are with their professed party politics.

The Second house is the Grey Bureaucracy which is made up of about three and a half million guys and gals with huge poles up their assets. Every one works for the Bureaucracy at some point because you have to do two years of conscription to learn how the government processes all the junk that it passes through its enormous entrails and that’s what its all about, the bureaucrats take all of the ideas that the forum spews out and turns it into legislation. They fill a lot of other roles as well and its worth noting that up until the New Radical party told the Bureau to form a new reserve force of soldiers we had more bureaucrats then army: By rights there should have been some Greys on this trip but I ditched them before I left.

The Third house is the Technocratic advisory…”

Ipson had been lubricating his speech with increasing amount of Ale and had stacked up two empties and was half way through his third when he caught a change in the air. Someone was standing next to him saying something about being a supreme general and getting the finest. This was confusing because the Wolf Hold General was on his other side and had just ordered a drink, he looked around the bar to see that some rather stiff unfriendly men were now dispersed throughout the room and that the Beatusian representative was approaching one with a slight sway.

The manager, who normally maintains a calm welcoming expression, was thoroughly alarmed at the sudden Xultan pressence in the lobby of her hotel.

When she recovered, she said, "Uhh- yes. Yes of course. One moment please." She picked up the phone, her hand shaking, and dialed the Prime Minister. After a moment, she heard York come on the phone and she mumbled, "Xultan General in my lobby." To her horror, the Prime Minister replied, "That's fine. Permit him." She bid goodbye to the Prime Minister and hung up.

"Yes, General Sidorov, everything seems to be in order. Your room is on the top floor."

Sidorov smiled at the manager who was clearly shaken. "Good." Then he turned to the Xultan soldier standing beside him. "Carry my bags to the room. It has been a long flight and I would like to have a drink." Noticing a gold plated sign on the wall pointing in the direction of the bar, Sidorov marched into the bar and ordered himself "a glass of the strongest vodka you have." He turned back around trying to decide which delegate to drink with.

(OOC: For those delegates wanting to travel the nation to ask people their views on the election, you might be interested in my wiki page where i've put a short little bio about each province. It might help you visualize the province and come to understand what kind of people live there. the link is labeled "Factbook" in my signature

OOC: The Beatus you owe me a new budweiser for the spit take that resulted form your post.

[OOC: deep down, your liver thanks me, and that's all that truly matters :D)

Kevin was quite surprised, not as surprised as many had been, when they found out he was only sixteen years old, however still surprised. "How many drinks have I had?" he muttered to himself. He was clearly hallucinating a Xult general, who had now moved from the lobby, to the bar. He decided he must be, and to prove it, he walked up behind the General, and ever so carefully prodded the back of his shoulder. He was again surprised, he was definitely not hallucinating, this really was some guy dressed up in a Xult General's uniform. Well, it certainly looked like someone was planning a party, and well, he really wasn't that type, 'when in Rome', not to mention he was quite drunk, and had been known to sway that way when he was. He hoped he had some singles, these kind of things could get quite expensive if you used fives or tens.

General Sidorov pivoted on his heel and turned to find a young teenager prodding him gently. The boy swayed unevenly and smelled heavily of alcohol. Sidorov was disgusted. Maybe it was because he had developed a high tolerance to alcohol, but Sidorov couldn't take drunks seriously.

"What do you want, boy? And how the hell did you get in here?"

Deputy Thedzari heard of a Xultan general's presence on Hierphilian soil, so he called Prime Minister York on his transponder:

Honorable Prime Minister, its Ervino Thedzari, I hear that you intend to meet with a Xultan general by the name of Sidorov. I wish to be present at that meeting, on behalf of Korintar, as I do not trust the Dominion of Xult whatsoever!

The Prime Minister smiled bitterly.

"Nor do I. Yes, please come, I'd be happy to host you. I'm planning to discuss the Xultan's relationship with SCAR, their sudden military build up, and the election in my nation. I think that Korintar would be very interested in these issues and I am very interested in a closer alliance with your nation so by all means, come. Is there anything else you want to discuss with the General?"

Find out the same information for myself. I intend to report back to Director Oltavi the details of this conversation and he will relay it to Director Konstado. Depending on what this general says, she may decide to immediately use our new navy, that is under construction mind you, to impose a blockade. That or she may order air strikes against key military installations in Xult.

To: Prime Minister York, Hierphil
From: Deputy Foreign Relations Minister Thompson

Sir,

After receiving several intelligence reports concerning a potential re-militarization of the SCAR alliance and the nation of Xult, I have been asked to forward an official request from the Defense Ministry to you. We wish to immediately begin the deployment of air-defense and Anti-Ballistic Missile weapons systems and personnel to your nation, along with units of the Salzland Defense Force Marines for local security.

Signed on Behalf of the Ministers of Defense and Foreign Relations

To: Hierphil, et al.
CC: Korintari Directory
Your democracies shall fail. Xult, SCAR, and KFL will rule you all!
- Bespin Tubari, KFL president

To: Hierphil, et al.
CC: Korintari Directory
Your democracies shall fail. Xult, SCAR, and KFL will rule you all!
- Bespin Tubari, KFL president

To: Bespin Tubari, KFL President
From: Salzland Defense Ministry Automated Terrorist Threat Response Line
CC: Nations of the World

We regret to inform you that your threats will be foiled. Should you wish to speak to a live representative of the Armed Republic, we must ask you to please stay on the line, press '1,' press '#,' clearly speak your present Global Positioning Satellite (GPS) co-ordinates into the telephone, and remain on the line for up to five hours while an appropriate response is moved into range, launched, and delivered to your location.

Thank you in advance for your patience as we address your threats in the appropriate manner.

OoC: that is funny :D, KFL, needless to say is the Korintari version of SCAR. Only difference is that this group is actively pursued and detained by the Korintari gov't.

IC:moderate level encryption
To: All forces of the KFL and SCAR
CC: Oscar and Ivan Nikitin
From: President Bespin Tubari
Now is the time to act...now is the time to attack...NOW IS THE TIME FOR THE REVOLUTION AGAINST DEMOCRACY!!! *evil, maniacal laughter*
end transmission

OOC: I gathered as much, based on your development of them in other threads. Just wanted to do something amusing in response to the dozens (if not hundreds or thousands) of terrorist threats a nation like mine would expect to receive. Besides, you never know when you'll catch a dumb one who actually would leave that information, and catch a couple of Tomahawks for their trouble.

"Alright. Some sort of action is necessary, but we have to be careful. International laws are in effect if we're dealing with Xult. You're welcome to fly into Hierphil International Airport. I'll have some men bring you here."

TO: Salzland

Your concern is greatly appreciated and not soon forgotten. However, I think that it is vital that this vote and possible change of power go smoothly without concern caused by foreign military presence. However, depending on the results of the election, afterward, your men would be greatly appreciated abd welcomed with unending hospitality.

Kind regards,
Prime Minister Remus York

To: Prime Minister York
From: Office of the Minister for Foreign Relations, Salzland

Sir,

We would not dream of taking any actions to interfere with the ongoing voting in your nation, but are still concerned by increasing communications intercepts related to the re-militarization SCAR and Xult. We respect your wishes, and will hold off on the deployment of Salzland air-defense and ABM assets into your nation. In the mean time, would you be opposed to the Salzland Defense Forces 'lending' front-line air defense and ABM equipment to your armed forces, along with 'advisors' to familiarize them with this equipment, until the election has concluded and Salzland forces may be deployed to re-take possession of our equipment?

If this is unacceptable, we will hold all deployments until the voting is concluded and the outcome made public. In the mean time, Salzland space-based assets orbiting in the vicinity of Hierphil will be upgraded to an increased alert level.

Signed,

J. Marcus Davis
Minister for Foreign Relations

Encryption High
President Tubari now is the time for a revolution in Korintar. SCAR is carefully orchestrating an operation in Hierphil, however, this takes time and money and launch preparations are not cheap! Therefore, it is vital that we meet as soon as possible to coordinate these operations.

Ivan Nikitin

(OOC: I'm still planning with Hierphil about the attack in his nation.)
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ENCRYPTION HIGH
From the desk of Supreme Chancellor Oscar Nikitin
TO: Bespin Tubari

The KFL is welcome in Xult however it must be noted that any disruptions caused by your group against Xult will result in due punishment under Xultan law. Furthermore, while you are in my nation, I reserve the right to monitor your status and communicate effectively with you. But this is a small price to pay for a safehaven.

Supreme Chancellor Oscar Nikitin

Intermediate Encryption
TO: J. Marcus Davis, Salzland

Your proposal to 'lend' equiptment and such would be welcome. Likewise, we will be happy to turn of the equiptment to you and invite you into Hierphil after the election. The equiptment can be dropepd of at your leisure at our Naval Base in Port Alex.

Once again, we are eternally grateful for your compassion and we hope to communicate further about SCAR in the future.

Prime Minister Remus York

OoC: this is where things begin to get interesting... btw, M8A1s are PMT rifles that, in the case of the KFL were smuggled into Korintar, illegally. Korintari MPK forces have recently acquired such weaponry as well.

IC:A group of twelve people dressed in black, wearing brown armbands, stepped out of a pair of tiny private jets. They donned battle gear and helmets, polished their swords, and pulled out M8A1s, fully loaded, and proceeded towards the runway to wait for the Hierphil forces.

OOC: Hold on. Your forces are in Hierphil. Are they KFL or Korintari? If theyre KFL, wait for a while cause Xult is plannign an attack already

OoC: KFL, note brown armbands and black uniform...classic fascist colors. I TG'd Xult IC as Tubari that I would tell my men to stand down. If it were actual Korintari soldiers, they would not be coming in a pair of tiny private jets. Also they would be dressed in the following: Red, White, or Green uniforms with either Red, Blue, Green, or Gold accenting and armbands.

General Sidorov pivoted on his heel and turned to find a young teenager prodding him gently. The boy swayed unevenly and smelled heavily of alcohol. Sidorov was disgusted. Maybe it was because he had developed a high tolerance to alcohol, but Sidorov couldn't take drunks seriously.

"What do you want, boy? And how the hell did you get in here?"

"You here for some kind of party?" Kevin asked the General, suddenly realizing that he could be making a horrible mistake. Just because the only place he'd ever seen male strippers were at parties, didn't mean they didn't have real lives. This poor guy could have just gotten off work, and not had time to change. 'Wow', he tough to himself, 'just dodged the bullet on that one.'

The small force of twelve heard their transponders beeping, so they pressed the blue 'talk button' on the device, and a hologram of a 73 year old, battle hardened, man in military regalia appeared- President Tubari himself. Stand down! Return to your aeroplanes until I give further orders. This is Nikitin's fight, not ours!...end transmission then the man disappeared and the twelve operatives hunkered down in their planes. They would wait for two days for further orders before coming back to Korintar.

(OOC: So silly of me, sorry for overlooking those finer points. It was late, I wasn't focused)

"Of course not. Do I look like I'm here for a party? I'm a distinguished general from the Supreme Dominion of Xult and I am here to have talks with the Prime Minister. With whom, might I ask, am I speaking?"
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ENCYRPTION HIGH
TO: Bespin Tubari

One of the Xultan generals is currently in Hierphil on some fake peace talks. Have your men remain in the airport. A 'security guard' from the airport will escort your men to the Xultan airplane where your men can change into spare Xultan Ground Corps uniforms. This will ensure at least an extra level of diplomatic protection. When General Sidorov leaves Hierphil, he will take your men back to Xult. Further instructions will be given upon arrival in the Supreme Dominion.

Ivan Nikitin

Cynthia Rose stared at the man in a Xult uniform, and knew this wouldn't end well. She turned to the head of her guard.
"Call the embassy, tell them I want a car waiting in the garage for me, ready to leave on a minutes notice. I don't like this."

General Hagram was downing another vodka when the men from Xult appeared. He knew of their history with Heirphill, so he edged towards the corner of the bar and pulled out his radio.
"Racker to Legion, Racker to Legion have the re-inforcements arrived?"
"Yes they have, we have 6 Men on the entrance, A sniper set up down the road, 4 Men in the lobby, soldiers guarding various strong points in the hotel, we have liason with hotel security, we have 4th Squad in reserve stationed in the Storage room and the QRF is ready to move at a moments notice."
"Very good, Get 4th Squad to the Bar, we may have a developing situation, tell them safteys off but keep the weapon down."
"Yes sir! Legion Out"
With that, General Hagram placed the radio back on his belt and undid the top of his holster. As he watched the young kid annoying the soldiers and the other delegate watching dubiously he was relived when the 8 men of 4th Squad edged into the bar through security entrances, Clearly holding their MAC-303 rifles ready to shoot at a moments provocation.

York cursed as he hung up his phone. He had just received a call from the bartender at the Prime Minister's Suite. It seemed that the delegate from The Beatus was annoying the Xultan General in some way. York stood from his chair and pulled his navy blue traveling cloak over his shoulders. He would have to break this up before anything got out of hand.

Sidorov was frustrated. As he patiently waited for the teenage boy to speak, he noticed a number of armed guards enter the room. He had expected Hierphilian forces to be following him. But these forces were from another nation... what the devil could be going on?

Deputy Thedzari happened to wander into the bar when he saw a strange looking military commander must be Sidorov he thought. Noticing the general's behavior, Deputy Thedzari gripped his sword. However he immediately let go and reached for his transponder and contacted his security detail, which included both militiamen and natikodi. Then he gripped his sword once more, just in case, and approached the man, Ervino asked "There seem to be a problem, sir?"

Sidorov turned to the approaching man. He did not appear nearly as intoxicated and therefore the General automatically held him in higher esteem. After a moment's thought the General said, "No. No problem. Perhaps if Prime Minister York took better care to prevent teenagers from entering his diplomatic accomedations, there would be less room for conflict. And may I ask who you are?"

"Deputy Ervino Thedzari, ambassador of the Free Democracy of Korintar, and I presume you are General Sidorov," said Ervino, letting go of his sword, extending his hand, "by the way, that teenager is actually an ambassador, if I recall correctly."

OoC: fyi, despite strict gun registration laws, one must always assume a Korintari is armed. Typical armaments would be a dagger or sword of some sort. Also moderate encryption is the highest level that the KFL can attain.
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To: Ivan Nikitin
From: President Tubari
Let it be done.

Meanwhile, back at the airport, the twelve Korintari rebels stepped out of their planes and patiently awaited the 'security guard' that they were supposed to meet with.

The Xultan gripped Thedzari's hand firmly. Free democracy, Sidorov thought. Dispicable. But would they be easy to manipulate? I need to speak with Ivan again. Perhaps he has connections in Korintar. "Your pressumption is correct. What led you to me, Deputy?"

"Well, I kinda suspected you were the general as I had heard talk of a Xultan being here and I plan on being with you and Prime Minister York when the two of you meet," said Ervino.

As he said this the natikodi, in their white uniforms, rifles pointed to the ground, approached them. One, an Officer-7, asked, "what seems to be the trouble, sir."
"You can stand down, for now," answered the Deputy. So the officer said to his charges, "nothing to see here. *commanding shout* Reverse March!" With that the soldiers went to the outer walls, surrounding the bar.

OoC: sorry Wolf Hold, my soldiers must've gotten to the scene much quicker than yours could.

Cynthia Rose stood for a moment, downed the rest of her vodka and walked over to the small group of people by the Xultan, her guard following closely. She walked straight over to the general and looked him straight in the eye.
"Hello," she introduced herself. "Cynthia Rose, Takaram. How are you?"
ooc: Rose is 5'11''

Ipson's pda buzzed again, this time with a message from one of the most senior members of the Bureau of Foreign Affairs, Tomas Coin: it read get close to the Xultian General you reported, engage him in conversation, keep your eyes peeled.

Ipson gulped but given the number of people surrounding the General it seemed foolish to try and approach. He turned to the bar keep and ordered some more drinks.

"General", he called, "Cynthia, how about a drink on Sarrowquand"

General Sidorov watched the soldiers leave suspiciously. His keen eyes only confirmed what he had suspected. A number of nations were trailing him. He didn't like it.

"Deputy, what do you wish to accomplish by sitting in on the meeting between myself and Remus York?"

Before the Deupty could reply, however, another diplomat approached the group and introduced herself. The General blinked at Rose. She emitted a sort of powerful aura and she certainly masked her emotions well. But she's a woman, Sidorov thought. Women don't belong in politics. "Madam, I am General Vladimir Sidorov." He glanced at her extended hand without shaking it.

"Well, matters concerning your nation do concern my higher ups in the Directory. However that is on a need to know basis, even to me," responded Ervino, "also my nation apparently has ties to Hierphil and we are concerned what will happen during this meeting, givenst your nation being a sworn enemy of the nation we are currently in."

OoC: I am not sure if you got my TG, but where in the world is Xult? I'd take it that it would located in Russia, but am not certain.

A normal person would have chuckled. But the general believes laughter shows weakness. Instead he maintained a straight face. "Indeed, Hierphil and Xult are more than sworn enemies. But I can assure you that my purpose here today is not one of war. In any case, neither of our nations are prepared for war. However, I do believe that you know more than you are letting on and I do believe you were ordered to refrain from giving me that information."

OOC: I replied.

The Xultan General cleared his throat impatiently as he waited for a reply fom any of the people assembled.

At this suggestion of dishonesty, Ervino fully stood up, with perfect posture, thus revealing he was actually nearly seven feet tall and probably around 380lbs. Then he looked down at Gen. Sidorov and he growled, "I am generally a peaceful man, Vladmir, due to the copious amounts of marijuana I smoke on a regular basis. However, insinuating any dishonest diplomacy on my part does anger me. Luckily for you I am not the hot head I was in basic training, because if I was... Anyhow, you have your orders from Supreme Chancellor Oscar Nikitin and I have mine from Dirs. T'blis Oltavi and Cheri Konstado, comprende, señor?!"

"By the way, Vlad, I do not trust you either," said Ervino in a rational, abrupt tone.

Sidorov hardly trusted himself with words. It was only his extensive military training that prevented him from attacking the Korintari. His jaw grew ridged as he clenched his teeth. Then, he allowed himself to speak. "Your druggie habits are uninteresting to me, Deputy. You will treat me with respect and you will not raise your voice to me. And you may address me as General Sidorov. Usted puede llamarme General Sidorov. Comprende, señor? Hablo español tambien!"

The fact that this was truly, a General from Xult, cleared Kevin's mind much, enough, for him to reach for the 9mm Luger in his shoulder holster, however, he noted others doing the same, relaxed, and instead pulled an idea out of his wallet. "I am Kevin Corrie, representative of the Beatus, concerning the current situation in Hierphil," flashing the General his credentials. He felt somewhat safe, while he had no guards with him, it was a crowded room, and from the looks of things, most of them were armed. He knew he was, from the 9mm Luger in his shoulder holster, fully loaded, and safety off, to the hunting knife on his belt, to his bare hands if necessary. "A meeting with the Prime Minister than? Sounds very interesting, I think I might just stick around to see this," he mused.

"Si, General Vladmir Sidorov, Parece que tenemos una comprensión," responded the Deputy, retaining his rigid posture, still looking down into the general's eyes. He locked in for a minute then turned his back to walk away. As he did this, he snapped his fingers, and the Korintari soldiers surrounded him as he left. If I were to remain there, or if things went wrong, Ervino thought, I would have slashed that bastard's head clean off! As he left the bar, he encountered Hierphilian soldiers, "Good evening, comrades! I see Prime Minister York might be entering the bar soon!"

"Reverse Men," shouted Ervino, sword drawn this time, just in case...

OoC: when will that 'security guard' show up?

(OOC- Korintar, Ill play along, but barein mind that A) I have sworn to protect all foregin ambassadors and B) My Men hold the hotel, so we are pretty fast)

"Racker to Legion, put the QRF on alert, and do it quick. I don't like this situation, Also get the Embassy to full alert, Marines are to man the main gates, full searches of all vehicles and persons" General Hagram spoke into his radio as he observed the whole situation from the corner of the bar. Noticng all he had as a side arm was his Desert Eagle, he realised he much rather have a rifle. Walking over to one of the men from 4th Squad, the squad support gunner, who had his M249 SAW on his back and was holding the MAC-303 rifle. "Marine, unsling the SAW and pass me you rifle" Called the General, hoping not to attract attention. "Here you go sir" The Marine said cautiously but with out question, as the General took the rifle in his hands, the Marine unslung his SAW and cocked the action, makinng a rather audible sound. Cursing at such a sound the General Walked back to the Bar and lent against it, rifle slung across his body.
"Bar keep another vodka please"

OoC: I apologize, if I haven't already.

IC: There was one Korintari militiaman that stayed behind as he liked playing pool, and he was doing so with members of various delegations, having a wonderful time. That is, until he heard a gun cock. He quickly reached for his own rifle and readied it in case of a shootout. With bayonet fixed in place, he was ready for anything.

Sidorov watched the Korintari walk away with the utmost contempt. Then he tore his eyes away from Ervino and looked back at the teenager who seemed to have composed himself. The general looked down at his credentials and seemed confused. "What is your government playing at, Mr. Corrie? Are you a Praedocracy of some sort?"

As Sidorov waited for Kevin Corrie to reply, he glanced around at the room which was filling rapidly with armed men from all kinds of nations. He knew that the confrontation between himself and the rather large man from Korintar was the origin of the problem. And he hoped that all of the attention about his presence would be picked up by the media. He wanted to show that Xult did not back down even in the country of their enemy.

Rose was quite annoyed with the General, but she was used to it. His refusal to even touch her gave her permission to screw with his head in her mind. First chance she got, she was ordering several female guards to be sent over. But her fun could wait. For now, she was more concerned about the two very large and quite likely armed men who looked like they were about to tear each others throats out, and the teenager who looked like he was about to fall over.
"Let's go sit down, shall we?" she said, gesturing toward the bar.

"Yes, sir," said one of the Hierphilian guards to Ervino. And indeed the Prime Minister walked in a moment later. He walked briskly past the main counter and straight into bar. Uncharacteristically, York became indignant. "What's going on here? Stand down, everyone. I want a meeting with each of the head diplomats from each nation present immediately."

"You heard the man," shouted the natikodi officer, "le's get lost!" So the Korintari security detail left and Ervino returned his sword to its sheath. "What seems to be the problem, Prime Minister York," asked Ervino, recognizing immediately that Remus York was livid.

The bar was now full of armed guards and obviously it distressed the Heirphil prime minister. The copious amounts of vodka had slightly impared the Generals decison making skills, as he decided to have a bit of fun first. He decided to get his mens attention he racked the slide of the MAC-303, the loud 'clack' sound cutting through the noise of the bar. "Marines! Stand down! Weapons Safe!" He then yelled having no need for his radio. Simultaniously the 8 marines clicked there safteys on their weapons.

Kara Hollister got up from the bar....the room was filled with diplomats and armed guards....she felt something was going to happen, the tension in the air was growing with every minute. From the looks of it, it seemed the Xult representative arrived..with muscle...she walked over to greet the Xult Rep. "greetings, I am kara hollister, diplomat of Augmark..*extends hand* there seems to be quit some tension building in this bar, I'm sure if all the guards here would leave for the time, maybe people would be comfortable enough to have conversations"

Ervino noticed the soldier, who had been playing pool, and mouthed 'am scray'. The soldier got the message, but not before flipping off Deputy Thedzari. Ervino chuckled, remembering his airforce days, when he was constantly messing with his drill instructor's head!

Ervino noticed Prime Minister York at a table not too far from the entrance and tried to get his attention, approaching and clearing his throat. "Prime Minister, I am starting to think I was sent here for a reason," began Ervino, "for a diplomat of my level is generally not sent as a permanent ambassador to a country. The reason I say this is that my full title is actually Deputy Director Ervino Thedzari, Subdirectorate of Counter-Terrorism, Directorate of Foreign Affairs. I am under orders from both T'blis Oltavi, Director of International Affairs, and Cheri Konstado, Director of Security. In other words I am 2nd in command to the chief Korintari diplomat and have been sent here by request by the head of the armed forces." As he said this, he produced his papers showing the military insignia as well as diplomacy insignia, with the signatures underneath.

"I agree with Ms. Hollister," said York. "I would like to request that all leaders have their guards leave the bar for the moment and any locals also take their leave. The diplomats assembled here need to discuss expected behavior while here in Hierphil. General Sidorov if you would please return to your seat. Hierphil does not promote any kind of violence and therefore I find it necessary to allow you time to 'cool down' persay."

York turned his gaze to Thedzari. He was taken aback when the Deputy Director revealed who he was. "Well, Deputy Director, your presence is certainly an honor!" then in an undertone "What information have you gathered from your observance of Sidorov?"

The bar was now full of armed guards and obviously it distressed the Heirphil prime minister. The copious amounts of vodka had slightly impared the Generals decison making skills, as he decided to have a bit of fun first. He decided to get his mens attention he racked the slide of the MAC-303, the loud 'clack' sound cutting through the noise of the bar. "Marines! Stand down! Weapons Safe!" He then yelled having no need for his radio. Simultaniously the 8 marines clicked there safteys on their weapons.

Ipson reached out and touched the general lightly on his arm, "Sirrah General, perhaps we should take our new drinks over to the main party, sans rifle and marines."
He gestured with his free arm to where Cynthia Rose was lingering near the Xultan general.

"Do not let anyone know that I am actually the head of Counter-Terrorism," muttered Deputy Director Thedzari, "it could cause complications. I have my suspicions about General Sidorov, especially since the Korintari Fascist League has allied with SCAR. I am wondering how President Tubari of the KFL got the funds to purchase 1500 M8A1s, very advanced weaponry. With SCAR keeping a low profile as of late, beyond a few threats, of course, it would have caused a scene trying to wire the 1.8 million required for such a purchase. Thus it would have to go through a sovereign state, Xult seems like a prime suspect in our circles. Korintari intel suggests that Sidorov's purposes are not peaceful... they are planning something huge. How I know this is that not long after Sidorov's plane arrived, two small, unmarked, private jets, carrying, according to eye witness reports, an armed group of 12 individuals, landed. A wire tap shows communications between the two groups. The group in the jets were obvious KFL members from this communications tap. It is all speculative at this point, but I have at least that last point which makes me not trust him. If Sidorov tries anything stupid, trust me when I say this, I can take care of him." As he said this Ervino gripped his sword ever tighter, noticing the general had seen him talking to PM York.

Sidorov did not do as York had requested of him. He remained standing firmly, his teeth clenched tightly, staring through suspicious eyes toward Thedzari. The Deupty of that Idiocracy is clearly suspicious. I need to find out how much he knows. But which way is the best way to find out what he knows...

ooc: Sarrowquand, her name is spelt with a C, not an S, for future reference

"Thank you for that information, Mr. Thedzari. I quite agree with you. I think that Xult is a safehaven for SCAR and indeed I think they are funding SCAR. For this reason, I think it's vital that we extract as much information from General Sidorov as possible, spoken or implied. We can use this information to create an international intelligence group for monitoring SCAR and any of their assets, including the KFL."

Then York raised his voice so that everyone in the room could hear. "The date for the final vote has been set. One week from this Ides of March, all of Hierphil will vote in a direct election. On that day, as the votes are being counted, you all are welcome along with your delegation to socialize in the Chamber of Parliament until the final results are in. When the votes have been counted, our Prefect of the Seven High Judges will announce the verdict. Until that day, you all are welcome to remain here in Hierphil provided you behavior sophisticatedly and do not allow your anger to get the best of you. Here in Hierphil we often from upon arms so if we find your weaponry to be an issue, we may ask you to resort to Hierphilian escorts only. However, I trust that this will not happen with anyone. If you wish, you are welcome to travel throughout the nation to gather the opinions of any of the citizens. Are there any questions?"

Ipson walked over to Cynthis Rose and the others, she seemed quite composed after having been lightly snubbed by the Xultan general, he'd heard people mention SCAR in connection with the nation of Xult but neither had made many headlines in Sarrowquand, he hoped he could get some pass notes from the delegate of Takaram and maybe even get a rise from the haughty Xultan General.

Coming up behind Cynthia he poked her arm to attract her attention and asked, "Say what's up with Xult and SCAR, I gather Hierphil's had some run ins with Xult but everyone seemed ready to dog pile that general over there. Are they really that obnoxious?"

ooc: sorry about the spelling Takaram, no offence intended :)

Sidorov watched the Korintari walk away with the utmost contempt. Then he tore his eyes away from Ervino and looked back at the teenager who seemed to have composed himself. The general looked down at his credentials and seemed confused. "What is your government playing at, Mr. Corrie? Are you a Praedocracy of some sort?"

As Sidorov waited for Kevin Corrie to reply, he glanced around at the room which was filling rapidly with armed men from all kinds of nations. He knew that the confrontation between himself and the rather large man from Korintar was the origin of the problem. And he hoped that all of the attention about his presence would be picked up by the media. He wanted to show that Xult did not back down even in the country of their enemy.

'This man has obviously done his research,' thought Kevin, in response to the mans ignorance. Visions of combat fluttered through his head, visions of days long past, well it felt like long past, though a calender would argue that point vigorously with him, and win. He soon realized, it had been less than a year, since he was in combat, since the war. Anger bubbled up within him, anger over his loss. He quickly suppressed it, though the close observer would have seen it flash across his face. "Do you believe in honor, General," Kevin said, changing the subject.

Sidorov paused for a moment, thrown offguard at the change of subject. "Honor is for the strong. Only the strong deserve it, all of the weak submit to it."

Rose looked at Ipson.
"Well, since Xult and SCAR are run by Oscar and Ivan Nikton, and SCAR is a terrorist organization, and the fact that we have reason to believe that Xult is funding SCAR, so it is not unreasonable to assume that several of Xults higher-ups have at least some connections to SCAR. And," she said in a lowered voice. "as for everyone about to dogpile the general, I would say that he is that obnoxious. But that is just my opinion."

Intermediate Encryption
TO: J. Marcus Davis, Salzland

Your proposal to 'lend' equiptment and such would be welcome. Likewise, we will be happy to turn of the equiptment to you and invite you into Hierphil after the election. The equiptment can be dropepd of at your leisure at our Naval Base in Port Alex.

Once again, we are eternally grateful for your compassion and we hope to communicate further about SCAR in the future.

Prime Minister Remus York

To: Prime Minister Remus York, Hierphil
From: Office of the Minister of Defense, Salzland

Sir,

Effective immediately, two Joint High-Powered Solid State Laser (http://www.st.northropgrumman.com/media/SiteFiles/mediagallery/factsheet/JHPSSL.pdf)anti-missile batteries, five MEADS air-defense batteries, and two Boeing YAL-1 airborne laser systems will be deployed via the Port Alex Naval Base, and turned over to Hierphil Air Defense forces for their immediate use. Salzland personnel will be deployed alongside said systems to fulfill advisory, mechanical support and technical support roles. Additionally, one battalion of Salzland Defense Force Marine light infantry will be deployed to provide on-site supplemental security for the air defense personnel deployed to your nation.

Signed,

Ian Williams
Minister of Defense

*EMAIL*

TO: Ian Williams, Salzland Government

Your generosity and kindness are not forgotten. Should your nation require any assistance of any sort, do not hesitate to contact us. Thank you again.

Kind regards,
Richard Way, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Sidorov paused for a moment, thrown offguard at the change of subject. "Honor is for the strong. Only the strong deserve it, all of the weak submit to it."

It was not exactly the type of answer that Kevin wanted to here. He wanted the answer to be yes, that honor was something he believed in, not something used to control the weak. However, after considering it, he decided, that this man must have at least the basic idea of what honor was, and that was enough for him. "Tell me, General," he asked, "do you fence?"

The general couldn't see where the boy was going with the conversation. "I have," he said carefully. "Though I would hardly consider myself a pro. I focus my spare time on strategic planning."

The general couldn't see where the boy was going with the conversation. "I have," he said carefully. "Though I would hardly consider myself a pro. I focus my spare time on strategic planning."

This was also acceptable. Kevin knew that the Hierphil government, would never accept bloodshed, or violence, yet, Kevin's honor had been impugned, by the General's earlier comments. The only way to restore his honor would be a duel, however, it could not be one in which death, or bloodshed would play an major role, as Prime Minister York would never allow it. "Well than sir," Kevin said, "I challenge you to a duel, to defend my honor, which you have thus forth repeatedly insulted."

Sidorov now understood the connection. "I have done no such thing. Before this point, my respect was not par because of your age. I admit my mistake. I respect you, Mr. Corrie. And I wonder why you've chosen fencing as your chosen method of dueling."

Sidorov now understood the connection. "I have done no such thing. Before this point, my respect was not par because of your age. I admit my mistake. I respect you, Mr. Corrie. And I wonder why you've chosen fencing as your chosen method of dueling."

"It is not my chosen method, however, I believe, that it is a method, that would be acceptable to Prime Minister York, as an outcome would be reached, with one of us dying, or being several injured. Secondly, I will accept your apology." Kevin had not expected the situation to end as it had, he did not take the General as one to be so submissive, and apologize as he had.

The General eyed Corrie with a mixture of feelings. His militaristic side wanted to tear the boy limb from limb, regardless of what York thought. A diplomatic voice urged him to consider the face of his beloved nation and the reputation that they are trying to make. However, part of him wouldn't allow himself to internationally humiliate a boy. Was that a tinge of mercy? Or of genuine apology? That would have to be taken care of. Such traits were weak, unacceptable. But now was not the time..."What does your nation wish to gain by coming here?"

Kevin could tell, the General was grappling with some deep issues. He did seem ever the diplomat however. "To gain?" Kevin said surprised. "We have nothing to gain, we simply want what is best for the people of Hierphil," he intentionally stressed the word best. "That is why I was sent here, to plead the case for democracy, in all it's prosperous forms."

It took a great effort to stop the General from scoffing. Prosperous forms? He thought, Ha! That's laughable! But I wasn't sent here as a commander or a fighter. The Supreme Chancellor sent me as a diplomat. "And what have you to say?"

It took a great effort to stop the General from scoffing. Prosperous forms? He thought, Ha! That's laughable! But I wasn't sent here as a commander or a fighter. The Supreme Chancellor sent me as a diplomat. "And what have you to say?"

"Simply that the only logical choice for the people of Hierphil, would be a Democracy, as monarchies, and dictatorships are fundamentally flawed, and while they may work for a short time, eventually it leads to corruption, and failure."

"Democracies are rules by the people. The people who remain uneducated on the private issues of the government. Would you permit a blind man to drive a bus full of able bodied people? Neither should you permit the ignorant to rule your country. Surely someone of your influence realizes this!"

"Yes, that would be, why a direct democracy does not work, the masses are not well enough educated, and it would be inefficient, to put ever single decision to a vote of the entire population. However, a representative democracy, where the people, elect smarter, better suited people, to represent them, and vote on their behalf, is a far better solution, than simply giving power to some random guy, is it not? Tell me, General, how did the leader of your nation, get his job?"

General Sidorov cleared his throat. Surely Corrie didn't expect him to be honest. Xult censored its past to its people. Why should foreign powers know? "My brother in law, Ivan Nikitin, was enthroned after years of the Nikitin Dynasty. He soon became- erm- inable to serve further and therefore stepepd down. Oscar reclaimed the dynasty that had worked so well for the past countless years. Naturally, the people embraced him; our economy is at a very high point. Higher than Hierphil's, I might add." He stared the boy straight in the eyes. He knew that Corrie was bound to know about the SCAR conflict. But how much did he know?

Rose was quite intrigued by the manuverings of the General and the Beatus diplomats. She walked over and just listened to there conversation.

"Well, Mr. Corrie?"

"Though not higher than ours, is it?" countered Kevin. His delay was due to the fact, that he had to calm himself, after forcefully suppressing his great urge to burst into laughter at the General's fanciful fairy tale on his nations past. "And again, if you believe that economic stability, and prosperity, are solely based upon the government, and it's actions, than you are sorely behind in your economics education."

Deputy Thedzari got the following transmission on his transponder:
Do not trust General Sidorov, our super computers just broke the Xultan military coding system. His mission is a fake diplomatic mission to allow SCAR access to Hierphil. KFL forces, as well as SCAR members, are suspected of being at the airport at this moment.- Cheri Konstado
Reading this, he was instantly terrified, and infuriated, at the same time. He would not let this happen, so he whispered to PM York, "I just got a message from the intelligence agencies back home. If what they are saying is true, my security detail, along with members of the Hierphilian army must be dispatched to Hierphil International Airport immediately, and General Sidorov will need to be taken into custody. Reason is that SCAR and KFL are here. It appears my suspicions are confirmed, Vladmir Sidorov is here on false pretenses, as his mission is to distract us, I suspect, long enough for SCAR to launch an attack." With that said, he showed him the text on his transponder:
Do not trust General Sidorov, our super computers just broke the Xultan military coding system. His mission is a fake diplomatic mission to allow SCAR access to Hierphil. KFL forces, as well as SCAR members, are suspected of being at the airport at this moment.- Cheri Konstado

Sidorov noticed the internal struggle that Corrie went through. Apparently, he knows a lot about SCAR. No matter. Who is he to corect me on my own nation's history?

Sidorov stared intently at the diplomat. "In Xult, the government has a powerful hand in the economy. If the private sector is unable to hold up their end of the bargin, we make them fulfill their duty to Xult. So the actions of the Nikitin family have indeed influenced the economy heavily, son."

York looked gravely at Thedzari. "Deputy Minister, this is a very serious accusation. Although I am very concerned with our nations' safety, I do not want to be internationally humiliated. We need more proof. As I trust you entirely, would you be willing to take a number of Hierphilian Guards under your command to personally execute a low profile yet thorough search of the airport? I don't want a national panic, mind you."

For some reason no one had noticed that the Wolf Hold marines still lined the room. General Hagram was observing the situation with a mix of amusment and interest. He watched as the mounting confrontation between the Xultan general and the delegate from the Beatus escelated and then calmed back down. He then noticed the look of terror on the Konitar delegates face, intrigued by this look of horror and the hushed conversation between the Heirphil president and the Konitar delegate. Walking over towards the two men, MAC-303 hed by its carry rail in his hand. He approached and asked, "i sae the look of horror on your faces, may I be of any help?"

"That depends. What is your nation's position on SCAR? And Xult?"

"Officaly, they are too small to harm us. If they try to attack we would crush them under our the firepower of our tanks and super-battleships. We are most definatly not friendly towards them. In my personal opinon, Xult is what gives dictatorships and autocracys a bad name. They are what makes people think that nations such as mine are evil. why do you ask?"

York didn't directly answer his question. "So you would be interested in preventing some sort of sinister attack by either of them?"

"I prefer up right answers Mr York just for future reference. If there is an impending attack, my marines have the hotel secured and the QRF can be anywhere in this city within the hour. So ye we would be interested in stopping an attack."

Rose had very sharp hearing for a woman in her 40's, and heard enough of Thedzari's, York's, and Hagram's conversation to be very much intrigued. She casually walked over to the bar and ordered another vodka, listening very closely.

"Indeed, General, my sincerest apologizes. You understand of course that these times are eerie, what with the sudden reappearance of SCAR operatives. Indeed, perhaps it'd be better for you to speak with Deputy Thedzari in the car on the way to Hierphil International Airport. He'll fill you in, yes?"

OOC: bump

Rose had very sharp hearing for a woman in her 40's, and heard enough of Thedzari's, York's, and Hagram's conversation to be very much intrigued. She casually walked over to the bar and ordered another vodka, listening very closely.

As he was sudenly left standing alone and watching the showdown between Beatusian and Xultan Ipson decided to get involved, he still wasn't sure if the two men (the Dominion age of majority is whenever an individual files the relevant forms) would start poking holes in one another with swords.

"Supreme General, Sirrah Corrie how do you fnd Hierphilian hospitality? We are entertained by high level hosts are we not, though thinking of it I heard from my BFA correspondent that my home city has the honour of hosting the Xultan himself. I must confess I had no idea that Xult was so interested in nuclear politics: Still I guess if SCAR is claiming to possess nuclear weapons you have to take such a threat seriously."

OoC: Xult, fyi, Korintar is able to, within a relatively short time, decode messages. This is regardless of how high most nations set theirs to. Only PMT level encoding tech can stump our systems, and I am assuming you are MT.

IC: Thedzari contacted Director Konstado, "Cheri, do you have any evidence to support this conclusion?"
"Why, yes, I have the full transmission here. Expect it in two minutes," answered the voluptuous general.
"Thanks"
The following transmission appeared:
Encryption High (nullified)
President Tubari now [?] time for [?] revolution in Korintar. SCAR is carefully orchestrating [?] operation in Hierphil [?] this takes time and money and launch preparations [?] not cheap! Therefore, it [?] vital [?] we meet [?] soon as possible to coordinate [?] operations.

Ivan Nikitin


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ENCRYPTION HIGH (nullified)
From [?] desk [?] Chancellor Oscar Nikitin
TO: Bespin Tubari

The KFL is welcome [?] Xult however [?] noted that any disruptions caused by your group against Xult will result [?] punishment under Xultan law. [?] while you are in my nation, I reserve [?] right to monitor your status and communicate effectively with you. But this is a small [?] pay for [?] safehaven.

Supreme Chancellor Oscar Nikitin
ENCYRPTION HIGH (nullified)
TO: Bespin Tubari

One [?] Xultan generals is [?] in Hierphil on [?] fake peace [?]. Have your men [?] in the airport. [?] 'security guard' from [?] airport will escort your men to [?] Xultan airplane where your men can change into spare Xultan [?] Corps uniforms. This will ensure [?] an extra [?] diplomatic protection. When General Sidorov leaves Hierphil, he will take your men back to Xult. [?] instructions will be given upon arrival [?] Supreme Dominion.

Ivan Nikitin


The Korintari Free Justice Legion would like to purchase 1500 M8A1s for $1.8 million.
-Bespin Tubari

"Surely these transmissions should prove it, Prime Minister," said Thedzari, "it also suggests that we might need to have a significant number of soldiers or outfit them with as powerful of weapons as we can. This is because M8A1s are powerful combat weapons, so I recommend Hierphilian special ops with the Korintari natikodi, if possible. Trust me when I say this, it will be extremely low profile with the natikodi working with Hierphilian soldiers...no one will ever know, that is, until we have Oscar, Ivan, Bespin, and Vlad over there in handcuffs, along with their accomplices.

If I encounter any trouble, I am more than capable of defending myself as you might notice. I am 6' 11 3/4'' tall and weigh 387 lbs, after all, with not an ounce of fat on me. I was one of the best fighters when I was in basic training. I could have joined the natikodi, which is Korintari special ops, and reached at least Visser-4 level, which is one of the highest ranks there is. Besides my abilities, I am armed with my saber, which is the weapon I am most adept at using in combat. If Sidorov is any indicator of what Xultan soldiers are like, I bet I could probably incapacitate them with in a few minutes, with minimal detection, provided I was given about 50 soldiers of course."

Sidorov looked at Ipson with a mixture of suspicion and regret, as if he disagreed whole-heartedly with the Supreme Chancellor's decision to attend the conference personally.

"The Supreme Chancellor believes that it is vital to form a better reputation with the world than that former by his brother. He finds this coalition to be important in acheiving that goal."

Ipson grinned, "You looked pained General, it takes a powerful force to divert a river, and a truly great one to split it, Hierphil and Xult truly are shadow dancers, you have your crisis of identity just as they have theirs"

Sidorov seemed personally insulted. "Xult has no crisis of identity. We know exactly who we are and we are proud to be Xultans!"

"Such loyalty. Is it the Chancellor that inspires it or the Nikitin name, or the land itself?" Ipson wondered how it felt to be a Xultan general in a place like this. Bereft of friends unsure how to proceed in order to get results that would satisfy both himself and his masters, almost a microcosm for Xult itself, or did he presume to much. He didn't know these people perhaps he was mistaken in his empathy.

OOC: Sidorov has already rejected one bid for a fight. He would rather war with words, at least for the time being.
IC:

Sidorov's brow grew scrunched and he avoided Ipson's gaze. The truth was his love for the motherland. He loved Xult and he wanted it, all of it. But he also loved his family. He loved his wife and her brothers. He just didn't like them ordering him around as if he was a lesser Xultan.

"I am proud of my leader," he said at last.

"Some of our leaders have tried to bring us into the world, to build ourselves internationally; others have tried to close us behind a thin veil of grey mist. Perhaps I should not have said that you were in a crisis of direction. I the past it was like that for us, that is why I came here, I do not wish to see any people descend into the civil madness and upheaval we experienced when we reached a juncture like Hierphil faces over its leadership, like you must face over the brothers and SCAR; what I should have said is that you are at a crossroads"

Ipson had noticed the general was becoming uncomfortable but in a different way then before. Unfortunately he had stirred a feeling of guilt from deep within his heart with his last speech; he glanced over at Corrie with a mix of guilt and shame .

Corrie returned a look of approval. "Loyalty is something to be proud of," Kevin injected into the conversation. "'It is the great quality of loyalty, that sustains us as a people, as a culture, and as a nation. It binds us, locks us together, with friend and family alike. With honor, and humility, loyalty forms the the trinity of teachings, which all followers of the Path should follow,'" he finished, quoting on of his favorite passages from the Book of the Blessed.

Sidorov looked at the men with surprise. He had not expected such wisdom from democrats. "Xult is strong. We will pull through. However, it may be wiser to allow Hierphil to fall. They are weak. They trust their government with uneducated citizens. They need a powerful force to take power, such as that in Xult."

~SNIP~


General Hagram considered the Konitars delegates offer, his mind wworking through all the possibilites and tatical outcomes. He had not been apointed the CinC of the Wolf Hold marines training program for nothing. He worked through the calculations in his head, weighing up reaction times, weapon comparison and other factors, he reached a rather mixed conclusion when he factored in the saber but somthing naggled him, how could Konitar special forces depoly so quickly unless....

"Excuse me Deputy Thedzari how can your forces deploy so quickly unless they are already in the country? Need I remind you that having special forces inside a country uin-anounced is a very un-diplomatic move. Also you plan on taking a large number of men quietly? I severly doubt that, no offence to your special forces but any attempt to take these terrorists out is going to be noisy not to mention its on a civillian airfield! Sorry but Mr York, I can have my men lock down this building in 2 minutes capturing the Xultan leader also my QRF of 8 Vixen Armoured Landrovers and 2 HIFVs is ready to move in a moments notice. We can assault the airport within 30 minutes and have the terrorists dead or captured soon after. This matter can not be kept quiet and every moment we wait gives them a chance to move. We outgun and outmatch these terrorists, my marines are vetrans of the Invasion, Comorostan-Empire war and the subjgation of Albunida, they are some of the best and more to the point they can get the job done, just say the word and this will all be over."

"Locking this place down would be amenable to me. I also think it is wise to proceed in dispatching forces to the airport immediately. But, just so you know, General Hagram," responded Deputy Thedzari, "I did mention that Korintari special ops forces, a.k.a. natikodi, were part of my security detail when T'blis Oltavi desired to establish an embassy in Hierphil. That is the case for every Korintari government official of my rank and higher, as I am second in command to the heads of state themselves. I did not wish this to be revealed, as it could endanger me if General Sidorov found out. He already regards me with suspicion, and I fear he might take action against me should he discover my true rank. If necessary, as Korintar is not far from Hierphil, if given 2 hrs notice, Security Director Cheri Konstado could dispatch up to 350 militia, 120 national army soldiers, and 14 natikodi to Hierphil. Our special ops have been trained exceptionally well, and I am a former military man myself. Our current Director of International Affairs can vouch for my abilities, that much I assure you. I understand it could potentially cause a scene, if met with violence, but I know full well that my men have been trained in conflict de-escalation. But that is more a hope than anything else. I believe it is necessary to act quickly. Should I contact my higher ups to send in reinforcements just in case?"

At this point, Rose decided she might as well say something. She walked over.
"Excuse me, but I couldn't help but overhear you. The Takaram embassy has several Takaram Guard that can be readied in minutes."

Prime Minister York looked at each of the representatives. "Hierphil is indebted to all of you, and I sincerely thank you, but I must insist that this be as covert and under the table as possible. The last thing we need is a national panic, days before a vote."

"Consider it done. I am emailing my superiors as we speak, and Dir. Konstado said she has emailed the marching orders to the KMSS, aka Korintari Military Space Station, Atenou and they are dispatching twenty natikodi, which will remain on standby here, to complement my security detail, thus I will have 37 soldiers under my direct command," responded Deputy Thedzari, "It should not disturb the elections if we capture them and detain General Sidorov."
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To: Ivan Nikitin
From: Bespin Tubari
My men are complaining. They are wondering when this operative will show his or her face so they can be taken to Xult.

Also, I have determined a way to sneak past the airforce: send a small merchant vessel flying under a false flag and wait until nightfall to sail into the Liostia harbor. I will be waiting, shining a flash light, which will shine purple.

"Right. Fifteen Hierphilian Guards, some of Hierphil's most elite, will meet you at the airport. I have contacted them and instructed them to obey your orders. Additionally, the airport security has been notified and are awaiting your arrival."

The Hierphilian International Airport security guard ran through the terminal toward the last gate. He had just received a transmission from Ivan Nikitin himself. This was big. He was supposedly meeting some KFL men and transporting them to General Sidorov's private jet. But that wasn't the only orders he had received...

"Move. Now." He had reached the terminal where the KFL soldiers were hidden. "I've just received orders from my Hierphilian superiors to lock down the airport. Your homeland has decoded our messages. Three different nations have soldiers on their way to the airport. I've been told to leave immediately. We need to get to Sidorov's plane. Come on! Move!"

Sidorov looked at the men with surprise. He had not expected such wisdom from democrats. "Xult is strong. We will pull through. However, it may be wiser to allow Hierphil to fall. They are weak. They trust their government with uneducated citizens. They need a powerful force to take power, such as that in Xult."

"Ah, but democracy can be a powerful force. People have fought for democracy, have died for democracy, have killed for democracy, even when they knew what they were doing was morally, wrong. There are not many things, which are a more powerful force, than democracy, when properly implemented that is. I believe that is the issue here, poor implementation," Kevin was wary of the situation around them. He had noted a group of delegates with the Prime Minister, and also noted quite delicately, the looks on their faces, and more importantly, in their eyes. Everyone in a while, even if only for a second, he would see one of them glance over at the General. It is only natural, when you are speaking of someone, to do so. Kevin, had started, inadvertently looking at the black SUV with Beatusian diplomatic flags, parked just outside on the street. "Maybe even poor than I suspect," he concluded, quickly looking away from the Prime Minister, after realizing that his gaze had landed on him.

Sidorov spit on the ground, scoffing. "Ignornace! Those 'martyrs' were ignorant! Freedom is not a right. Freedom is a gift. Survival of the fittest, comrade, survival of the fittest! Not everyone can handle freedom." Sidorov noticed that Corrie was suddenly distracted. In one heart stopping moment, he knew that York and the others were planning something. He needed to contact the Supreme Chancellor at the nearest chance. He needed to find out what was happening.

Kevin noticed the Generals reaction too. "General, why don't you accompany me to my car, maybe we could move these talks to the Beatusian embassy. I can call ahead, and have some food prepared, you seem hungry," he hoped it would sound convincing, and the General would play along.

Sidorov twitched in an attempt at a smile. "Your offer is quite tempting. I'd be happy to accompany you to the embassy. However, I must first excuse myself to the restroom. Pardon me."

Sidorov turned on his heel and walked out of the bar, down the hallway and into the men's restroom.

Kevin removed what to the casual observer, would appear to be a quite old cell phone. However, Kevin did not trust Hierphil's cellular network, nor did he like the hassle of international cell phone usage. He flipped the antenna up, and quickly punched in the number on his satellite phone, and moments later, his call was routed to the embassy. There was the delay, which he rather disliked, especially, when calling just up the block, but this was the way. He was very careful, to allow a good amount of time for the Embassy staff to respond, before speaking again, he hated it when the delay made people speak at the same time, as it could get confusing. "Hello, yes," Kevin said. "I will be bringing a guest with me for dinner." There was a long pause. "I know how late it is." Another long pause. "Call it breakfast then." An even longer pause. "No we don't want to eat breakfast, we want a dinner." Pause. "I don't care what time it is, I'd have had less trouble going to IHOP." Pause. "I am glad that we understand each other." Pause. "No need, my car will be enough." Pause. "Thank you." He pressed the end button, folded the antenna down, and placed the brick of a phone back into his pocket. He checked his watch, wondering what was taking the General so long...

Ipson, moved in closer to the Beatusian as Sidorov walked off, "When you speak to him do you speak to the man or the state?" He asked in a normal speaking voice, then he dropped into a near whisper as he raised his glass to take a drink "and what is going on over at the bar, York and the others are as thick as thieves"

The Hierphilian International Airport security guard ran through the terminal toward the last gate. He had just received a transmission from Ivan Nikitin himself. This was big. He was supposedly meeting some KFL men and transporting them to General Sidorov's private jet. But that wasn't the only orders he had received...

"Move. Now." He had reached the terminal where the KFL soldiers were hidden. "I've just received orders from my Hierphilian superiors to lock down the airport. Your homeland has decoded our messages. Three different nations have soldiers on their way to the airport. I've been told to leave immediately. We need to get to Sidorov's plane. Come on! Move!"

The KFL operatives noticed the soldiers pulling up and saw the Korintari flags. "Oh shit," said the individual who was obviously the leader, "they really went all out." "What do you me-," began the others until they saw the natikodi, Space Defense Corps, "What the f--- shall we do now, Ebonius!?" Ebonius answered, "*to the 'security guard'* Sir, it seems as though we may need to fight our way to the plane. *to the KFL, shouting* Take up defensive positions immediately!" They did as they were told and produced their M8A1s, ready to fight.

The Korintari forces approached the plane with caution, not knowing they had been detected.

Ervino Thedzari shouted, "Fall back, comrades. I need to consult with General Hagram.*to Gen. Hagram* You sure your men are up to this? I need warn you once again that this SCAR is no joke, they are quickly developing capabilities of an actual military in terms of weaponry. As for the KFL, they are well armed for their weapons, no offense, make yours look like fossils. Our regular army had encountered them once when the KFL got their upgrade, and this was just before our regular army was armed in kind, and were decimated. So I suggest we exercise caution."

So Ervino drew his sword from its scabbard, glinting in the early morning emerging sunlight. The weapon measured four and a half feet long and weighed ten pounds. The blade was recently sharpened, so it could cut through just about anything.

OoC: To Wolf Hold: Once again, note M8A1s are PMT rifles, not MT.

Ipson, moved in closer to the Beatusian as Sidorov walked off, "When you speak to him do you speak to the man or the state?" He asked in a normal speaking voice, then he dropped into a near whisper as he raised his glass to take a drink "and what is going on over at the bar, York and the others are as thick as thieves"

"Well, a little of both," replied Kevin. He then whispered, "I do not know, however, I do not intend to stick around and find out, and I would not recommend for you to either." "He is the man, and is a representative of the state, however, I cannot hold the actions of the man, to the state, any more than I can hold the actions of the state, to the man," he continued in his normal voice. "You know, it has been quite a nice little chat we've been having, would you also, like to accompany me, and the general, of course, to the embassy for a late meal?"

"I think that might be for the best he replied, I don't think we've an embassy of our own here yet and having tried Hierphillian liquor I find I'm in the mood for Beatusian food", Ipson was at least a little concerned over what seemed to be happening and whilst he didn't really care about Coin's instructions he had received a message from an old friend in Tranquillity about a problem she was having, with any luck he might be able to be of use to her. His smile slipped for a second, then returned as he said brightly "I thought I was to young for this when the First Speaker appointed me to come here and fill this role, now I feel too old for it. Then again standing next to you is just confusing the issue, I may have seen three or four more years but I don't think they were as high pressure as your own. I should apologise though Dossers have a tendency to say what’s on our mind, I hope that I cause you no offence by saying such things sirrah Corrie"

"No, no offense at all. I am one of the oldest in my nation, since the war," he continued. He had no need to feign the expression of sadness and pain on his face, for these were real. "But that is in the past," he forced a smile onto his face. "I wonder what is taking our friend so long in the restroom. I do hope he is okay."

Noting the expression of sadness on the 'young' man's face Ipson was nevertheless comforted by his words. The world still turns for the Beatus he thought and as long as their hearts are not swallowed by the memories they've inherited from their mothers and fathers they should do okay. Glad that his overly flexible leg hadn't deposited his foot squarely into his mouth and pleased at the prospect of filling it instead with Beatusian embassy food he decided it was time to pick up the pace, he'd had enough ale that he was feeling a little more impulsive and a little more hungry then usual.

"Maybe we should hurry him up, I could stand to go myself and I'm curious to know if talking to someone whilst you pee is a minor faux pas in Xult".

Noting the expression of sadness on the 'young' man's face Ipson was nevertheless comforted by his words. The world still turns for the Beatus he thought and as long as their hearts are not swallowed by the memories they've inherited from their mothers and fathers they should do okay. Glad that his overly flexible leg hadn't deposited his foot squarely into his mouth and pleased at the prospect of filling it instead with Beatusian embassy food he decided it was time to pick up the pace, he'd had enough ale that he was feeling a little more impulsive and a little more hungry then usual.

"Maybe we should hurry him up, I could stand to go myself and I'm curious to know if talking to someone whilst you pee is a minor faux pas in Xult".

"Yes, I think I might accompany you," Kevin continued. "In the event that there are any difficulties, or that the General has taken ill, and needs assistance." It was a weak argument, however, he could sense something was up, and did not want to be alone when it went down.

"hmmm, I hope its not anything like that, I'm afraid I don't have anything resembling first aid" replied Ispon, the suggestion that there might be trouble was not lost on the fairly perceptive diplomat, he hoped that Corie would remember that he at least was neither armed or a hardened soldier, still if something untoward was going to happen in a place like this he needed to see. He began to stride forwards at a brisk pace following the route he believed that the general had taken.

As soon as they had finished discussing the matter General HAgram picked up his MAC-303 and radio. Noding to the Marine sargent in the corner of the room, he activated his radio and spoke into it, "Racker to all units, Initiate lock down, I repeat initiate lockdown! QRF is to assault airport alongside Konitar special forces, Unity will brief you en-route, Racker Out!" As soon as he finished speaking several things happned in the hotel. At the bar, the 8 or soo marines unslung thier rifles and cocked them, the sound reverberating around the room. At the front doors to the hotel Marines suddenly closed the doors and barred them and overhead a UH-60 Blackhawk flew over monitiring the situation. General Hagram shouldered his rifle and with 2 other marines chased after the Sarrowquand delegate. "Stop! This hotel is no under lockdown! Stay where you are!"

Meanwhile.....At the Airport
The 8 Vixen Landrovers, 4 Jackal WMIKs and 2 Lioness HIFVs pulled up on the airfield, parralell to the Konitiar forces. Observing over the forces was Colonel Farchild, a Wolf Legion Commando, observing the so called superior M8A1s he had to chukle. When the transmission came yet again from the Konitar commander he picked up his radio transmitter, "Yeah, trust me our weapons are better then M8A1s, have no fear, Just keep back from our HIFVs, it also seems like they have spotted you so lets begin" Placing the transmitter down backdown he signaled with hias hand and over his PRR, "All units Wedge formation, Assault those frak heads!" As soon as the order was spoken the 2 HIFVs accelerated followed by the WMIKs and then the landrovers. As they crested the hill, the two HIFVs opened fire with their ATGAMs going straight for the plane, as the other vehicles crested the hill they opened up with their 50 Calibure HMGs and 7.62 GPMGs.

Ipson looked troubled by what he had heard but kept his smile, Corrie was ahead of him and they were just reaching a door which lead towards the nearest hotel bathroom as well as several other facilities; he looked around briefly to see two Wolf Hold marines following him, as the Beatusian crossed the portal Ipson stopped and closed the door with him on one side and Corrie on the other. "What is going on here, you've no right to interfere with my actions" he said standing squarely between the marines and the now closed heavy wooden door.

Suddenly the KFL fighter emerged and proceeded to open fire. One member of the natikodi fired back, temporarily disabling one of the fighters. A small transport would was flying towards the north east to Hierphil. These were the reinforcements from Korintar. They were armed and ready to fight. Meanwhile the KMSS Atenou relayed a message to the ground to fuel and fire up the Tachyon-Xwings, a few of which were already flying in air at speeds reaching Mach 4.

The General left the bathroom, thoroughly alarmed at what the Supreme Chancellor had told him. He was about to be left in Hierphil without a ship to return home. What's more, his plane was underfire at HIA in an attempt to capture Korintari terrorists. As he pulled the bathroom door shut behind him, he noticed Ipson and Corrie standing defensively in the hallway. "Am I interrupting something, gentlemen?"


The 'security guard' from Hierphil International was furiously trying to start the plan. As the engines of the armored jet roared to life, he looked out the window and saw a battle raging around him. "What the hel* is going on?"

General Hagram looked coldly at Ipson and Corrie and was about to respond when the Xultan General emerged from the bathroom. "Under orders from Mr York, the Heirphillian prime minister we have placed this hotel under lockdown. We are doing this for your own protection as we have discovered a plot to cause an uprisng in Heirphill, whislt we have dispatched forces to the airport were the terrorists were meeting, to ensure your saftey, Wolf Hold marines and Heirphillian security forces have this building under complete lockdown, the only way in and out is the front doors which are covered by a squad of my best men. Now please can you head back into the bar, it is all for your security." The General was being all diplomatic and trying not to be provocative, however when you are carrying an assault rifle and you have two marines behind you carrying assault rifles it is pretty hard not to be intimidating.


(OOC: Xult, I just fired 2 AT missiles at that plane of yours)

"Duck," shouted Ebonius to the 'security guard' as he continued to battle.
Thedzari approached the damaged plane and shouted, "Korintari Counter-Terrorism, open up!"
The Xwings were three quarters of the way to Hierphil International Airport when they encountered the Korintari transport, which was supplying reinforcements.

Sidorov became indignant. "You did what? For my safety? I don't believe a breath of that bull s*** that just came out of your mouth! I demand to return to my plane this instant. And if you've damaged my plane in any way, I'll have your neck!"


OOC: Alright, WH, lets keep this going a little longer though.
IC:
"Let's go! We're taking off now!" The rapid fire continued but something was wrong with the engines...

Rose stood by a wall, simply watching the exchange. She decided that enough was enough, and made a gesture with her hand. Instantly, two of her guards moved to block the door, preventing anyone from entering or leaving. The other four moved a step closer to her, ready to pounce should anything go wrong.

As General Sidorov's plane was trying to take off, the KFL combatants rushed towards the plane, still shooting at the Space Defense Corps and The Wolf Hold forces. Then Ebonius bumped right into Deputy Thedzari. "Hello, boys," he said with a wicked smile on his face, "where exactly do you think your going?"

"None of your business, Commander," sneered Ebonius.

"I take it you were going to Xult, weren't you? You were going to team up with SCAR to commit further atrocities, I presume. Well, I cannot let you do that," answered Ervino, with his sword dangerously close to Ebonius' neck!

"Out of my way," growled Ebonius, shoving Deputy Thedzari and aiming his gun at him. In a flash, Ebonius' head rolled to the ground, and his body slumped to the asphalt in a pool of blood. It was his own fluids which gushed forth from his neck as his eyes began to glaze over a few feet to the left of him.

"Who's next," growled Deputy Thedzari, and the men quickly scrambled to their planes, except for one poor bastard, but we'll get to him later. As they were scrambling, the Deputy Director said, "well I asked politely, but I will give you one last chance...open up, we have a warrant to search the plane. Consider this your final warning before I break the door down." As he said this a soldier from The Wolf Hold gave him a battering ram to break down the door.

Remember the, um, horse's rectum we mentioned earlier? Well, just then the idiot from the KFL charged at Thedzari. Seeing this he shouted, "you frickin' stupid or something!" He then grabbed the man by the throat and lifted him into the air single handedly, and slammed him into the runway below. This rebel groaned as his brains spilled forth out onto the runway, feeding the earth with more blood. This dude was living proof, now dead proof, that fascists are f---ing stupid thought the Deputy Director with a big smile appearing on his face.

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From: KFL operatives in Hierphil
To: Bespin Tubari
CC: Ivan Nikitin
Ebonius is dead, what do we do now with no leader? Btw, Ervino Thedzari killed him, and the Xultan plane's engines were hit with missles...What the ----? Are those Tachyons I see on the horizon?
response
To: KFL
CC: Ivan Nikitin
From: Bespin Tubari
Oh, hell no! Follow whatever Ivan orders! Try to make it to Xult, but I fear you won't as those Tachyon Xwings are fast ! They will shoot you down before you know what hit you!

"Ah" said Kevin Corrie, quite calmly. "I see. I wish to thank you for your offer, however, I believe that we can manage for ourselves. Would you please tell the Prime Minister thank you for his offer, and that he has been a wonderful host." He then turned away from the Wolf Hold men, and spoke to Ipson, and the General, "Well, I do believe I promised both of you a nice meal. Shall we?" he said, waving towards the lobby.

ooc: ah, I thought I'd made it clear in my post that Ipson had closed the door so that he and the wolf hold soldiers were in one section of corridor and Corrie and the Xultan general were in another divided by an opaque door. Oh well I guess that scraps that.

As Mr Corrie moved towards the lobby, General Hagram wispered into his radio. Acting uppon his orders the marines in the lobby moved to block the main entrance, 6 marines stood across the entrance to the building and outside the main entrance were two vixen landrovers, blocking any vehicle which tried to approach the hotel. Wolf's General Hagram called up after Mr Corrie, "Ok, Ill cut the bullshit, no one leaves this building"

Kevin put on a look of shock. "You have no right to hold us here. We are foreign diplomats, and should be treated as such. Not as petty criminals. Good luck ever getting another foreign diplomat to come to Hierphil again, or the Wolf Hold for that matter," he shouted, making as large a scene as he could in the lobby of the hotel. "I demand to know why we are being held here! My nation does not look kindly on the kidnapping and false imprisonment of diplomats, General," Kevin paused, "What is your name? I want to be sure it is clear when my government lodges a formal complaint with yours, as to your actions here," he continued, pulling his satellite phone from his pocket again, and starting to dial.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, please! I demand you stop this immediately. General, have your men open the doors to this hotel. Hierphilian escorts are waiting outside to escort you all to your respective embassies. If haven't an embassy in Hierphil, you may return to your rooms or come to my office however I must insist you do not return to the airport. It's currently in a standoff situation."

Rose shook her head, but complied. As she headed toward the door, her guards formed a tight circle around her. As she boarded the limo that would take her to the embassy, she took out her phone and called back to Takaram. The High Councilor wouldn't like it very much if she didn't keep him well informed.

"Very well, but on your head be it if any of you get shot by god damned Xultan terrorists!" Hagram looked coldly at Mr corrie offering no reply. Turning his back on the delegates he reached for his radio. "Racker to legion, stand down, I repeat Stand down, open the hotel, also we are surrenduring protection of the foergin delegates, basically only open fire if you are fired upon. Racker out" The Marines barring the door way stepped aside and the Vixens un-blocked the road. Waving his hand extravgently at the door "There you go, however bear in mind that there is a full scale firefight on going at the airport"

Kevin was glad. Things had worked out. He decided to remove his pistol from it's holster, encase something were to require it. He turned towards the other two. "Well now, that is settled, if you would still like to accept my invitation, I assure you the embassy is quite safe, and a car is waiting outside for us."

Sidorov glared at the Wolf Hold General with the utmost contempt. "I resent the fact that you believe my men are terrorists, general." Then he turned to Corrie. "I'd be happy to, sir."

Ipson looked around the room. York looked somewhat distressed by the situation whilst general Hagram simply looked frustrated; he shook his head. A full scale fire fight at the international airport openly accusing a Xultan ambassador of terrorism without any proof in front of a room full of international representatives this was a shambles, he wondered how much he could leave out of his report and what would have to made known to the First Speaker, still he could work all of that out on a full stomach: "I'm ready to go when you are sirrah Corrie"

Deputy Thedzari proceeded to bust down the door on the Xultan plane and entered ducking as he went in. He noticed the cockpit door was ajar. So he proceeded to open it. As he did this, three natikodi entered and began to search the plane and its contents, interviewing passengers to get information.

One of the Korintari soldiers inquired, "I have recieved intelligence that suggests that your general is here on false pretenses. Do you have any response to that?"

"Well than, let us go," Kevin Corrie said, before leading the men out the door, to the waiting black SUV. It was one of the embassies, Land Cruisers. He pulled open the rear door, and climbed into the back, taking a seat near the middle on one of the side facing jump seats, and waited for the others to follow.

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(For any of you who don't understand what I am trying to describe.)

"What the hell, we're outa fuel," cursed the one female member of the team.
"Calm down, Sari," said one of the KFLers.
"Space Defense Corps, surrender now and drop your weapons or we will take you by force," shouted the Officer-7 that commanded Deputy Thedzari's security detail. Suddenly gun shots could be heard, and once the Officer entered he noticed they had committed mass suicide, rather than be captured.

Meanwhile, on the Xultan plane, one of the soldiers came across some suspicious looking papers. "What's this," she inquired.

"I suppose it has to be a GTV in a situation like this" sighed Ipson, he took a seat in the rear section close to the front of the vehicle. Maybe if he sat here he could avoid feeling car sick,

General Sidorov took the seat closest to the driver. "So how far to your embassy?" he inquired.


Alarms and buzzers sounded in the cockpit as the 'security guard' frantically attempted to get the jet in the air. However, one fatal little light told him that the airplane had caught fire and they were losing fuel fast. Not a good combination.


The flight attendant heaved a series of sobs as she tried to get her nerves under control. She didn't speak fluent english. But she knew what the Korintari was asking. "General Sidorov is great man. I not terrorist. General not terrorist. Why you harm us?"

"We do not mean any harm m'am," responded the soldier in a soothing tone, "we would have not approached this plane if our higher ups did not have their suspicions. The Korintari people wish for peace as much as I am sure your people do. M'am, there were people however which desired to board this aircraft who wished to cause harm, that is why we are here." Then he went over to his comrade and said, "I do not know what those are."
He then returned to the flight attendant and asked, once again in a calming tone, "Could you translate these papers for me?" Noticing her fear and nervousness, he said, "take your time. I am natikodi, or special ops/'space force', as far as the Korintari military is concerned, you will not find anyone more compassionate than us."

The flight attendant seemed slightly reassured but she was still was still afraid. She really wanted to help but..."I ask General. I ask General. Where is General?"

"I do not know, I would assume he's still at the bar with the other ambassadors," responded Deputy Thedzari. As he said this he accidentally hit himself in the head as he opened one of the cargo drawers. "Going down," he shouted as he fell into an empty seat. He immediately sprang up with everyone laughing for he tended to be somewhat funny during tense situations. "I think I'll step out to smoke a joint, if you don't mind," he said. As he lit up the weed he fished his transponder out of his back pocket and called Prime Minister York to give him an update.

"Good Morning, Prime Minister! I have good news and bad news," said Deputy Thedzari, "The good news is that we, um, pacified the Korintari terrorists. In other words they are all dead. I decapitated their leader and choke slammed what might be best referred to as the village idiot of the group. As for the rest, the other ten shot each other in the head as mass suicide to evade capture. As for the bad news, seems like somebody thought it was a bright idea to shoot two missles at General Sidorov's airplane. Thus I think The Wolf Hold and Korintar may need to buy him a new one as a show of good diplomacy and basic human decency. Luckily no one was hurt, except for a Xultan flight attendant may need therapy for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder due to the fire fight that went on around her. We have come across some suspicious looking documents that we hope she will be able to translate for us."

Meanwhile in an undisclosed location in Korintar, President Tubari was resting on his bed. He received a message from the 'security guard' about the incident and he was not amused. He would have to go to Xult immediately! So he summoned his security detail, 150 strong, .1% of the party membership, to accompany him on his small, lightly armed, ship and they sailed off to Xult, hoping to arrive safely in two weeks.

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Ivan Nikitin slammed his fists against a desk. His contact in HIA had failed to smuggle a group of terrorists out of Hierphil. He did not tolerate failure.

TO: All SCAR Operatives

I want the man from HIA in my office before sundown tomorrow. Dead or alive.

Ivan Nikitin

TO: President Tubari

It is vital you arrive in Xult as soon as possible. I'll have my men in the southern ports keep an eye out for you.

Ivan Nikitin

To: Ivan Nikitin
From: President Bespin Tubari

Myself and my security detail will be there in 3 days. Just so you know, my security forces measure 150 strong, all armed to the teeth. I have just informed them that when we arrive in Xult, we must immediately stand down.

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Deputy Thedzari finished his joint, his eyes were obviously bloodshot in the morning sun, and stamped it into the ground, before reentry into the airplane. He noticed the 'security guard' at the helm of the plane and began to interrogate him to find out what he knew, if anything. Thedzari knew how to twist words around, so it should be easy for him to extract information from this gentleman.

The security guard looked at the Korinatri official with contempt in his eyes. "You wont get a breath out of me," he said as he spit in Thedzari's face.

"Whoa, seems like you can spit quite far, bud," chuckled Deputy Thedzari, "did you ever compete in any watermelon seed spitting contests when you were younger?" He hoped this would loosen up the security guard so he would be more apt to cooperate.

The security guard grew even angrier. Was Thedzari simply joking around? Or was he mocking him? In any case, as Ivan said, laughter shows weakness. The guard simply scowled at the Korintari.

"Did not mean to offend you," said Deputy Thedzari, "perhaps you could tell me your name or a little about yourself?" Maybe he'll slip up in the process and reveal something important, thought the Deputy Director.
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"Land ho," exclaimed one of the guards on the ship. "Good job, Dyorsku," smiled Bespin, "I will hail Ivan to let him know I will be in Xult in two hours." "Let it be, your excellency," answered Dyorsku. So Bespin sent a quick missive stating he was about to dock. This would be a quite fruitful mission, as the Korintari Fasc...I mean Korintari Free Justice League would need plenty of support now that Korintar was cracking down on their activities.

The security guard considered. No harm in simply saying his name. "I'm Viktor."
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Ivan Nikitin stood on the dock overlooking the sea. He had received Bespin's letter a few hours before and made arrangements to meet him personally. Now he and a rather large group of disguised SCAR operatives were standing on the port dock as the bitter winter wind blew hard against his face. The gray coulds above harkened snow, but weather was no matter. SCAR's recently purchased polar planes would be sufficient for flight in any inclimate weather. Besides, Ivan was warm. His knee length fur coat and beretta kept him rather warm. He just hoped his foreign guests could quickly adapt to the arctic winter.

OoC: Just to note, Bespin grew up in the Northern part of the continent. In fact he is not even Korintari! He was born on the border of Via Crucis and Helini, and he only moved to Korintar, originally, to complete his education. He eventually decided to stay, which is when all hell broke loose.

IC: "Well, Viktor, since you have said your name, I guess I should tell you mine," began Ervino Thedzari, "I am Ervino Thedzari, the ambassador from Korintar, and I actually work in counter-terrorism. I take it you are a pilot and security guard, am I right?"
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Bespin finally reached the shore of Xult. The harsh climate reminded him too much of his growing up years. He noticed a few of his men shivering, and he growled and pointed to the bottom of the ship...they were too foolish to grab their coats. Seeing him pointing though, they got the message and soon returned in winter gear. As for Bespin, he had ice in his veins, so he considered it polo shirt and shorts weather! "Reichskommissar Ivan Nikitin, I presume," said Bespin with a wicked grin, "I am President Bespin Ostrino Tubari V, head of the Korintari Fascist league, and I hope our alliance will be most fruitful for both SCAR and the KFL. All hail the Kallipolis of the national syndicate and Atlantean race."

"Здравствуйте, Comrade Tubari," Nikitin said greeting the man with a handshake and a hug (as was custom in Xult), "Welcome to the motherland. I see you are no stranger to the arctic winter." Nikitin chuckled lightly at the joke and his men took it as a sign of friendly relations as opposed to one of suspicion and therefore were able to relax slightly. "I would take you to the capitol, Imperial City, but it would be of no use. My brother is out of the country at the moment. So instead I'll take you straight to the outpost- in the morning that is." Nikitin flashed his new comrade a smile. "I trust you and your men would like to- erm- 'unwind' in the port-city for the night. There are a number of single women in the city and many of the bars will not refuse a friend of SCAR. Sound good, yes?"

The security guard looked as if he were trying to remain tight lipped. "Da."

"I'll take that as a yes. Could you by any chance give me General Sidorov's number? I met him earlier, and there are some things I would like to discuss with him," said Ervino
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"That would be much appreciated by my men, but as for me, I do not drink and I am celibate. What things would you think would interest a platonic guardian like myself," inquired Bespin, happy to see a comrade who could destroy the FDK.

OoC: Xult, have you read Plato's Republic, by any chance? That would be real important in order to understand Bespin Tubari's beliefs and values.

"General Sidorov? Why would I have his number?"
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Nikitin looked at Bespin. "Well, comrade, I'm not sure what you find entertaining but I'm sure you can find some rather elegant yachts in the dock which belong to SCAR. Or you can enjoy a penthouse which the rich tend to own. Naturally, SCAR owns one. If you wish to see the poorer part of town, well, look around," Nikitin chuckled, "The rich rule here so pretty much everywhere else is povertous."

The Beatusian Embassy

The SUV glided through the embassy gates, which had been opened in preparation for their arrival, and for safety reasons, proceeded, directly into the underground parking garage.

Ipson's stomache rumbled, "I'm looking forwards to sampling some Beatusian cooking" he said, and then once I've fullfilled my duties in uncovering more about Xult maybe I'll get a chance to sample some Hierphilian cuisine as well as pick up some local views on York. He had after all definatley seen at least two sides to the man so far. Or at least that was how he viewed it.

Nikitin looked at the two men as they descended into the garage. It was his nature to be suspicious. What were these men thinking?

OoC: sorry for not posting in a while, RL interfered.
IC: "Well, Victor, I know this is the General's airplane, so I was kinda assuming you would have his number," responded Ervino, politely smiling. This kid is a tough nut, that's for sure! he thought.
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"Well, I am tired, so a rest in the penthouse would do me some good," answered Bespin, "are there ever any military parades or marching bands that come through these parts? If so, I feel that I will really enjoy myself here. It should be most interesting to meet the Xultan aristocracy. Beingst that I am a Guardian, I think I might have many of the same values as them except for I abhor the pursuit of wealth and luxury for the most part. That said, I guess it is proper for one to indulge oneself with mortal pleasures on occasion to maintain harmony in the universe."

Saying this he smiled and his guardsmen dispersed to the local bars to visit the ladies of the evening. "Where is the SCAR penthouse, by any chance," inquired Bespin, "Could you perhaps take me to it, as it is not proper for one to discuss weighty matters standing in the cold."