NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This will be an invite only RP. Around 8 months after the SHODEY BARRY Wedding

IC:
The day had arrived. Maica'telcontar flew the Razor Back into Dominion airspace, as his crew relaxed on the bridge, taking a break from their duties and altenating between cracking jokes about the groom to be, or general merry-making.
Eadwacer þeoden sat in the copilots seat, taking in the view, and alternating between joining the crew in the jokes, or asking about the instrumentation in front of him.
The Razor Back gently rolled to her right, keeping in a traffic pattern for a private landing pad.

Maica looked out the window, seeing the land below. It looks alot like the pictures I've seen of old Italy.

The massive Semblance of Reason (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/reason.html) glides slowly into Dominion space, Omicron Blu handling the ship with expert care.

###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Omicron Blu - Angelus Mainframe - Dominion Air Control
:
{This is Automata-Designate Omicron Blu on board the Semblance of Reason}
{Requesting permission for clearance, and landing at the Dread Lady's airport.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###

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http://www.silentrequiem.net/littleblu.jpg (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus)
Automata Omicron Blu
Speaker of the Dominion

She needs to wait only a moment for the clearance to come through, and she smiles slightly to herself.

[Internal] Why am I so nervous? It is not as if... She sighs, her soft smile remaining on her lips.

X1, and the rest of the X-series had already arrived in the Dominion several hours before, and Omicron Blu felt that it be only right that she arrive a little later.

She was not dressed in her usual black and navy, dressed instead in a very simple black sheath. She sighs softly, thinking of the dress that several of the D-series had designed for her... Today would be wonderful.

Nova: "The Dominion is celebrating, huh? Well, I hope it won't be celebrating for long, damned oprresive regimes..."

OOC: Why am I invited? ... Oh yeah. I don't really have a major beef with them. ... At least, not yet. ... And I hope we never do.

Anyway, I was invited by Angelus. IS that the right invitation? I thought Beserker was supposed to send them out?

OOC: Why am I invited? ... Oh yeah. I don't really have a major beef with them. ... At least, not yet. ... And I hope we never do.

Anyway, I was invited by Angelus. IS that the right invitation? I thought Beserker was supposed to send them out?

ooc: I invited you because of the UTP. Sort of a diplomatic thing.

OOC: Dammit, I never get invited to these things.

OOC: Why am I invited? ... Oh yeah. I don't really have a major beef with them. ... At least, not yet. ... And I hope we never do.

Anyway, I was invited by Angelus. IS that the right invitation? I thought Beserker was supposed to send them out?

ooc: I invited you because of the UTP. Sort of a diplomatic thing.

OOC: Ah. Thanks

IC:

Rachel sat on the uncomfortable leather chair. Their arrival yesterday in Laithian Guyana was bad enough. She wasn't a big fan of local publicity, much less of it getting out-of-hand. The paparazzi was trying to barge in from every entrance. The police were forced to arrest several of them fr trespassing. It was a disturbing thought.

"Hey, sis?" Her younger brother was pulling at the uncomfortable collar on his tuxedo. "Why are we going to this wedding?"

"It's a diplomatic thing. You get used to this stuff ordinarily. I wouldn't worry about it. It should be over soon enough."

An arm of her father wrapped around her shoulders. "Don't worry about it. It'll be fun," He said, looking down into her eyes. His hair had two thick grey streaks on each side, but his face seemed untouched by time since he was in his twenties. "Someday, it'll be you going down that aisle."

"Dad, can I talk to you after the ceremony?"

"What about?"

Before she could answer, her other brothers and sisters looked out the sides of the plane as the airport that was coming up. Their "oo's" and "ah's" kept her from saying another word. And her brother was still pulling at the tightness of the tuxedo.

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This is Flight 667 from Laithian Guyana with the Laithian wedding guests. Awaiting permission to land.

The city of Devras - an eclectic mix of the old, and the new. The old city, built out over the bay, with its canals, and red-tiled roofs ... the history of the Dominion from its city-state days is seen in every brick. The new, built solidly on the land in more recent years, a glittering testament to the nation's drive to achieve and historical roots, woven together in a mix of technology and the old romanesque styles, set back against the sharply rising green hills.

Nathicana personally checked the last arrangements at the villa, hoping everything would be to their liking. Attendants, usually absent from this place, scurried about, prepping the tables with food and drink for the incoming guests. She hoped they would have enough room ... the guest house could end up overflowing as well.

"Gods ... two large events in such short time ... the natives must be reeling from the shock," she chuckled.

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At the airport ... all incoming flights of approved guests will be cleared to land. Transportation in the form of long black limousines will be awaiting to take the guests up to the Villa in the hills overlooking the city and the bay.

Nathi, how could you... be with them ?

OOC: Dammit, I never get invited to these things.Same here. Come on, lets go find a n00b to toy with. :twisted:

ooc: First off - no more hijacking. Bad, players. No biscuit. Second off - Tiburon ... you ... *sniffles* you don't like me? *big sad blue eyes-blink-blink* And what do you mean by 'them'? TG.

Now ... play on. :D

The IDSS Retribution had descended rapidly from orbit to 250,000 feet after an uneventful launch and rapid orbital transition, and then had slowed rapidly, taking pains to limit the sound that the large - and often highly noisy - craft generated.

Of course, the volume of the initial descent had been inevitable; thankfully, there was nobody to hear it at that height.

The ship was sleek, curved, and vaguely conical in shape; gracefully curved from a bulbous aft to a pointed fore, with the nose-cone - just like EOTED Fancy's - shaped by hundreds of thousands of sheer curved lines, laid one on top of the other. From fore to aft, she was roughly the same width, with the exception of her centre - which bulged out, without actually being blocky due to the gradual curve of her hull. She is smooth, without protrusions of any kind; not a single blemish upon her sumptious skin. Jet black - the near non-reflective variety - 'paint' adorns her hull; and upon her belly is the blazing Three Star Sigil, obviously newly placed there. Upon the nose-cone is a smaller, duller variety - obviously there from the very first.

Presumably expected, she only descends to 200,000 feet, however; her captain refuses to take her any lower, and Si Ling, standing now in the cargo bay aside a shiny MI dropship, did not argue. He was a military man, by origin - military intelligence, actually - and he understood that on any ship, the captain's word was law - Emperor or no.

Quietly, and without ceremony, he stepped onto the dropship, his fingers generating a scraping sound as he brushed at his full-dress uniform - a rare variety, never seen outside the Empire before; jet-black, with a single Star on each shoulder, and one upon the high-necked collar (slightly higher than the others). A soft navy blue sash runs from right shoulder to left hip, with the newly modernized Imperial Seal - three Stars in the usual circle-within-a-triangle, and two swords crossed between them, a submarine in the top left corner, and an M# interceptor in the lower right, all on a light blue background - upon his sash, on his right breast.

* * *

Moments later, the tiny - in comparison with the 1.3 kilometre long, 300 metre wide, and 300 metre tall IDF SN flagship, IDSS Retribution - dropship falls away from the mighty warship it had been carried here on; it descends slowly, bleating a request to the ground-

"IDDS Ceremony to Dominion ground control, requesting permission to land, and requesting co-ordinates for landing."

-in the voice of the Emperor Si Ling I.

Apparently, Si Ling is piloting himself - or, alternatley, is handling comms.

(OOC: Obviously for the sake of practicality, I'm having the two people who know Angelus best attend this- even though they are currently involved in other matters and interacting with other people, I hope this is acceptable- I felt it better to use them rather than ruin any interaction by creating someone new- The wonders of NS time continue to amaze me.)

"Is this straight?" asked Templeman for the fourth time.

"the tie is fine chris," Laz replied, not even bothering to twist his head and feign a look.

Grumbling a reply Templeman sat back down, checking himself over again. He hadn't attended a diplomatic outing in years and he never knew what to wear. Coupled with the fact this was a diplomatic meeting involving non-earth species and Templemen felt he would have been better wearing nothing at all.

Laz span round to the Comm Station- "This is Endevour ASD-03, looking for Flight clearance, authorisation codes following." - Before punching a blue key.

Nodding his head, he recieved the clearance- "Acknowledged, transferring NaviCom to your juristiction."

Laz threw his hands in the air as the AutoPilot engaged.

"We're there! they can take it from here.

Laz turned to face the commander after he hadn't heard a response to his rather clever retort.

he faced an empty chair, and a rapidly closing Cabin Door. A few seconds later and Templeman reappeared, two ties of different colours held in his hands.

"Honestly, Black or Blue?"

Laz shook his head.

Blu sets her ship gently down on the tarmac and smiles as the slender limosine pulls quietly up beside it. Ahh... Such an interesting people, these Nathicani. Acceptable though.

She touches the large case carrying her stuff, and it floats along behind her as she exits the ship. She nods to the driver holding open the door, and she slips inside.

The ride to the villa was totally uneventful, but as they exit the airport, a specific ship catches her eye. Is that the [i]Endeavour? It is! She grins. Excellent! I love those guys! She rests a gentle hand on her still-firm belly, a content smile curling the corners of her mouth, the warmth of being pregnant filling her with joy.

They arrive at the villa, and a butler escorts her to her rooms. She smiles, and sets the large case down upon one of the stands, and waves the butler out. Thank you Jeaves, but I do not need anything. The butler bows, and exits, leaving Blu to her own devices.

[Communication={Nathicana}]
[i]Nathi! I am here! [internal grin] Are you going to come help me or not?

(to those requesting landing clearance - Laithia & Ma-Tek atm)

The tower responds to each request in turn, directing them to a private section of the airport. Limos are waiting to transport them to where the rest of the party is gathering. Refreshments are provided for the drive.

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(communication to Blu)

Omigod ... you're here? How did you slip by me? I must have been out in the guest house ... curse it all. Be right up.

Snapping out some final orders in true dictatorial fashion, she hustles back across the small courtyard and up the curving stairway to the upper balconies. For once not pausing to admire the view across the bay under the vine-laden archways here, she hurries through the double doors into the hallway, and knocks on Blu's door.

"I'm here."

Damnably odd knocking at my own door ... she thinks with a chuckle.

The dropship - absolutely covered with the Three Star Sigil, Imperial Seal version - literally just falls out of the sky, cutting momentum at just the right moment to smoothly touch it's clamps to the ground. The clamps clunk as they seal to the tarmac.

To anyone who hasn't seen this before, it might be a bit startling. In fact, it might be worrying - having the Emperor of a foreign land get crushed to a pulp in one of your airports would, after all, be quite bothersome. Fortunatley, such isn't the case.

Moments after landing, the starboard side of the dropship simply dissolves open, the particles of the 'door' re-aligning obediantly - on the command of a specialized electrical current - and flop downwards, providing a gangplank of sorts. Complete, of course, with red 'carpet'. This is possibly the only time that anyone will see any evidence of the fairly-new (and feared, Empire-wide, since the Turath Disaster) EOTED nanotech research.

The Emperor strides out, feet clanging on the metal decking of the 'gangplank', and makes straight for the waiting limosuine, slipping into it with a smile and a nod for whoever is on hand to open the door (presumably the chauffeur).

On the journey, he spurns any refreshments, for whatever reason.

'Whatever reason' is the thinking that, if there are refreshments on hand here, there will be better ones there.

It's only logical.

The Endevour touched down with dull thud as the articulated landing legs adjusted to the yaw of the terrain, lowering the front of the craft slightly.

"Ion Drive is Purged, Main Power is offline, EPS Taps are frozen, and the toilet's flushed."- Laz span round, grinning and pulling on his black suit jacket.

Nodding, Templeman stood, avoiding eye contact with the remains of his tie collection, neatly cut in half by a rather irate pilot. Walking towards the airlock the two Terrans- dressed in simple yet finely tailored black suits.- prepared to exit.

"Shall I set the Immobilizer?" Laz grinned.

"Yeah, then when they tow us way for a parking violation, we'll hear it from the reception." Chris shot back.

Exiting the craft, they slowly made their way towards a transport car, laid on to take them to the reception.

Entering the car, Lax reclined, whilst Templeman gazed at the airport, and the city beyond.

"Its beautiful, isn't this fantastic, to actually be here at such a special occasion?"

"Sure."- replied Laz absent mindedly- "hey, do you think we need to tip the driver? I didn't bring any change."

Templeman sighed, and looked out the window-

This was going to be a long trip.

"Il mio dio! Questi diavoli stranieri... è insano! Madre santa della Mary di... "

Obviously, the attendants, tower, and any other Dominion folk in the immediate area are rather ... perplexed at the landing, many watching with wide-eyed horror, quickly replaced by relief as the hurtling craft makes its touchdown.

The chauffer is of cours the very essense of proper politeness, and makes the drive a quick and comfortable one.

Si Ling I, Emperor of the Empire of The Eternal Dawn, and owner of more titles than most books could hold, allowed himself a low chuckle.

That, he considered, was probably not at all expected. And, the great thing is... if anyone asks, I can quite truthfully tell them that it was a normal landing.

Si Ling had enjoyed being behind the controls of the dropship. It was a pleasure to fly again; no matter how brief it had been. And the bird had been just as responsive as any aircraft he had flown before; with the exception of his one flight behind the controls of an M#. I must convince Semi to let me fly that bird of his again, he mused, watching the scenery rush by out of the limosuine window.

Quietly, leaning forwards, he speaks, "We are impressed at your politeness and efficiency. We are quite sure that this is an excellent testimony to the nature of your country," he informs the driver politely.

Blu turns as Nathi enters, a broad smile on her face. Hello, dear! She greets her with a hug and a kiss. I am so excited!

She moves over and opens her case, pulling out her marvelous dress. She holds it up to her, smoothing it out across her figure. Help me put it on?

She grins and quickly strips off her corset and gown, floating naked before Nathi, perfection of the human form.

With a nod, she begins to put the dress on, sliding it easily across her body.

Finally, she stands there, fully dressed. Well? What do you think?

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"Grazie, Imperatore ... molto bene grazie." the driver said in a mix of pride and suprise at being addressed so. "I can only hope so."

His eyes but flickered to the Emperor as he drove, his face schooled to impassiveness.

He turned smoothly through the gates into the long curving drive that led to the Villa. As he put the car gently in park, he addressed the Emperor.

"The Lady has directed me to inform you that her private residence here is available for your convenience. Should this not be to your liking, or meet with your approval, more formal accomodations will be provided upon request."

Getting out, he opened the door efficiently, then removed the baggage and respectfully stood behind the Emperor. Another attendant rose from where he had been sitting next to the front doors, and held them open with a formal bow.

EMERGENCY Transmission to Angelan Automata X1...

...Processing...

The Ur government would first like to congratulate the Angelan Sentient in celebration. Second, we would like to thank the Angelan Mainframe for allowing better communications broadcast and equipment. As before, our SBC Ameritech long-distance was shitty.

The emergency? Well, not really. As we do not have any space-faring ship, we ask that you designate our delegate, Mr. Benny See, as the guest. And seeing how this is in short order, we request that Mr. See is properly outfitted for the occassian. I hope the the Transport Unmentionable Dream has not left the Terran vicinity.

=_End Transmission_=

OC: Also, as a sidenote, who is participating in this?

Eventually the car comes to a rest. Templeman climbs out, and stretches his legs.

Laz remains in the car for a few seconds, leaning through the front seats-

"Here you go my man, chomp on this." - handing the puzzled driver a stick of mint chewing gum, and exiting the car.

"Laz, what possible use will he have for that?"

Laz shrugged his shoulders- "Dunno, but at least I gave him a tip."

Shaking his head Chris lead the way, and they entered a grand entrance hall of an upmarket Hotel- which they apparently would reside in until the Wedding would begin. Already other delegations are arriving, and the area is becoming increasingly busy.

"This is really getting crowded." Chris pointed out uncomfortably.

"Yeah, now when do we get to have a drink?" asked Laz.

"I'll point out Mr Betts that by my definition a drink is one, whereas your clearly referring to several dozen." he replied sarcastically.

"Whatever."

smiling, he moved away- "I need a breath of fresh air, Mingle a little, I'll meet you here in an hour or so."

Nodding, Laz disappeared into the throng of people, whilst the Commander headed outside, basking in the relative peace and quiet.

Eadwacer steps out of the space ship and looks around. Hmm, I really should invest in a shuttle of my own. I wasn't expecting to travel quite so much. He looks around, admiring the arcitecture. Very different from what I'm used to. Seems like the weather here is a tad warmer than home. I'll have to find a place to leave my fur robes. He is clad in lightweight dress mail with plates of beaten silver. His helmet is bejeweled and decorated with boar figures. He gets into the limo and rides up to the villa. Well, I don't know to many people here, but I know how to be a King and so should get along just fine. He turns to a servant.

"I desire to meet The Dread Lady Nathicana."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/eadwacer/eadwacer.jpg
Eadwacer, Mearclanda Þeoden

OOC: I am.

IC: James Clotte (OOC: Dread Lady, remember this guy?), the First, was noting the whole church the wedding was to be at. Freakin' huge was the only way to describe. Sure there was tons upon tons of artwork all over the walls, floors, and ceiling, but the sure magnitude of the place was the most noticeable thing. It reminded him of the massive temple he had his first wedding at. Of course, he didn't really have time to think about that one. The events at this one was drawing his attention already.

"What is rong with this collar? It's actually choking me!"

See?

"Will you quit playing with that? You'll ruin the tux, Jim."

"But it is tight. Beides, yours looks like you washed it a thousand times."

"What do you mean?"

"Yours is grey, not black!"

Their argument continued outside as the others took their seats to stop from ruining the ceremony.

Nonetheless, Rachel couldn't have been more embarrassed.

(OOC: XD BAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

(upstairs)

"Well, you should be!" she says, returning the hug. "I remember my own not so long ago ... nothing like this, though it did end up being more ah ... hectic than I'd planned." She chuckled, remembering the unexpected, yet very much welcomed guests and the near fiasco of the evening later. Yes, now she could laugh about most of it. She'd been nigh unto killing someone at the time.

Nathi helps her into the dress with a smile. Standing back and admiring the finished effect, she nods.

"I must say my dear, you have a style all your own. It suits you, truly. You look marvelous."

She's broken from her reveries by an insistant but quiet beeping. Checking her pager, she blinks. "Good lord, so many have already arrived. Cyng Eadwacer has requested to speak with me - I hope there's no trouble ... Blu, dear - excuse me for just one moment if you would."

And with that, she slips out of the room, and bustles down the stairs to where he's waiting.

"Boun giorno, Eadwacer þeoden," she says a touch breathlessly with a polite incline of her head. "How can I be of service to you?"

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(downstairs)

The dining room has a long table laden with the traditional antipasto dishes - various breads, fruits, meats, vegetables and oils - along with several choices of fine Dominion wines, juices and of course, water. Guests are encouraged to partake as they wish, and make themselves at home.

There are several large rooms seemingly designed just for sitting around and visiting, with large open spaces and various comfortable chairs and couches. The weather is beautiful, and the courtyard is also equipped with benches and chairs.

Should guests desire, they will be shown to their quarters, all with beautiful views of the bay, and the city of Devras below.

It's a large enough place one can find solitude if they wish, among the gardens especially, yet cozy enough for comfortable mingling.

(Laithia - you're free to wait at the church, but the guests were gathering first I believe, at the Villa to freshen up and what not first - no prob either way)

"Wes þu hal, Atelic Hlædige Nathicana. There is no problem. Simply that I know few people here and decided to greet my hostess and take this opportunity to give you this dagger."

He pulls an simple, yet elegant, dagger from his robes. Simple steel and definitely a work knife.

"This was the blade used by my father in defending the thrown against usurpers 2 years before my birth. May you never have need of it, and if you do, may it serve you as well.

"However, I realize that you have much to arrange for a wedding, as I did not too long ago, and so shall proceed to my assuradly luxurious quarters to rest and leave you to your work."

He chuckles, "You realize that if this keeps up there won't be any eligible EI's left before too long."

http://www.weirdozone.0catch.com/projects/nationstates/eadwacer/eadwacer.jpg
Eadwacer, Mearclanda Þeoden

The Flagship slowly descended over the Dominion, spinning peacefully. Its EK lifters buzzed loudly as they tried to keep it from violently crashing to the ground. The external lights extinguished the moment the landing legs touched the tarmac, and a ramp began to lower from the underside as the Steward, in his usual garb, strode down and out. He turned and waited at the bottom, and, a moment later, Chameleon made his way down the ramp... on a moped.

"Right. Which way."

"Over there. Hop on."

Templeman strode through the garden, taking a lungful of air as he walked. Admiring the view, he couldn't help but feel relaxed. He had felt nothing but anxiety and stress about this trip since he had left Earth. Looking upwards he struggled to find that average, nondescript, plain boring sphere he called home.

His mind breifly thought back to the reception rooms, and wether Laz had been arrested by the local law enforcment agents yet.

Bending over he glanced into a flower bed nearby, marvelling at the lovely colours on display.

"Perhaps I can obtain some seedlings for my own garden." he mused.

Nathicana was ... speechless. She took the blade with a deep, respectful bow, her expression one of disbelief and sincere emotion.

"Great Cyng, I am unworthy of such a gift." she says softly. "I am honored that you would grant me such."

Damn, damn, damn ... every time I think I have my feet under me ... damn. I will not tear up over this.

Attempting a chuckle she nods at the last comment. "But yes ... I would agree, we seem to be running short on those we know. So many weddings of late ... so many new beginnings."

"Truly, you're no trouble at all. And I hope the rooms meet with your approval - if not, I can have you moved to more suitable accomodations."

It was about this time that the laithian guests got done admiring the church and got around to the Villa. Of course, the two were still arguing.

"I am not wearing a rundown suit!"

"Yes you are!"

And they were acting like children, nonetheless. What a way to start a wedding.

As they walked about, arguing, they passed by Nathicana and her "friend", Cyng, their argument gaining some momentum. "Well, your hair looks like a badger was playing fetch with you!" This was James Clotte, the first.

"My hair is not the issue here! Just because it's short and frayed doesn't mean I play with wild animals!" This was his son, James Clotte, the 2nd. Also called "Little J".

"Well, you hang around with a lot of them." He quickly waved "hello" to the Dread Lady.

"Those are my teammates, not a part of the rock band!"

They continued arguing off like this.

Nathicana waved back, schooling her face to no more than a pleasant smile, though the whole scene amused her terribly. She was grateful for the break from the more serious moment, and took the opportunity to look around, hoping the guests were enjoying themselves.

:::message to Blu:::

How're you managing, dear? Everything alright? Just taking care of things here - do let me know if you need anything.

:::end message:::

ooc: The wedding is on Earth, as a note. In The Dominion of the DLN

ic:

Blu smiles softly to herself, and begins to whistle as she works on her hair. Everything had to be perfect. She links a chain around her head, connecting it to her mechanical Eye, making it look more like a jewel than an implant. She smiles, and opens her human eyes, their brilliant blue fairly glowing in the soft light of the room.

[Communication={Nathicana}] Thank you Nathi! Everything is fine... Just let me know when I can come down, ok?

~*~

Xanone turns and looks towards the door, where the two gentlemen from Europa Brittania are entering. He smiles and floats over to them, bowing as he arrives. Good afternoon, gentlemen. It is an honor to meet you finally. I am Automata-designate Xanone, First Among Equals within the Dominion of Angelus. When you were last on my Disc, I did not get the chance to properly meet you.

It is so good of you to come, quite a momentous occasion, this.

Maica gathers his things from his suite, a suitcase and katana in a dark sheath.
After a rather uneventful limo ride, he marches up the steps to the villa, knocking on the door.

OC: oops. Well, then. I ask that I use Benny See to RP this wedding.

IC:

Mr. Benny See is pissed. He was asked to be a delegate of observation on the WorldDisc! Not some crazy Lady's crazy nation! And especially not at some stupid wedding.

"Mr. Benny See, you will do as you are ordered to by the Ur government. You will have access, of course, to all our regular diplomatic equipment. Good luck, and we are sure that you will represent Us in the best of form."

Very well, Mr. Benny See, thinks. I'll put up with this, and it will be over soon.

OC: NATHICANA, what airlines go from Ur to the location (name of wedding city) in Dominion of DLN for the lowest rates? Mr. Benny See is quite the skanky bastard.

OOC: I invited?

-Jaime

OOC: I invited?

-Jaime
OOC: Ah, IC DNL husband, sure why not, come on in.

IC:
Maica makes his way to his private room, being unusually traditional, and making sure to avoid premature contact with his bride to be.

He looks about the room, and opens up a window which opens out above the terraced hill and looks down on the city below. He breaths in, taking in the fresh air and sunlight flowing thorugh the window.
Been a long time since I've been on Earth. God I love the fresh air, and the sun, so warm.
He turns looking at his suitcase and katana laying on the bed.
He pops open his suitcase and pulls out a deep, dark blue suit. He dresses quickly, fixing some rank and ribbons to the breast of the overcoat. Service dress always does make nice looking formal wear.
He reaches over and attaches the sheath to his left hip with a small clasp to go around the simple belt.

Once finished he summons one of the attendants and asks for Nathicana to come see him.

[Communication={Nathicana}] Thank you Nathi! Everything is fine... Just let me know when I can come down, ok?

:::to Blu:::
That all depends on what you'd like - I've no idea your traditions, to be truthful. Some brides wish to wait until the wedding to see their groom on that day ... others, it doesn't seem to matter. I'll leave it to the two of you. Other than that, folks seem to be getting settled in and enjoying themselves nicely. I'll send up some refreshments for you at least, while you decide.
:::end message:::

She promptly directs an attendant to take a tray and non-alcoholic beverages to Blu.

At the door, Maica would have been respectfully let in by an attendant and directed or shown to his rooms ... where he's at, which is all good. Upon his request to speak with Nathi, an attendant promptly pages her.

She notes it, and begs pardon to Eadwacer, thanking him once again for the dagger ... which she carefully slips inside her tall boot. Quickly fixing a tray and snagging some sample beverages, she jogs up the stairs and knocks on Maica's door, saying "It's Nathi."

ooc: Ur - Devras. Pick one. It's all good, and I'm sure if you mention Nathi, you can get a bigger discount.

Maica lets Nathi in, thanking her for the small tray of refreshments.
"Thank you ma'am, it is an honor to have our wedding on your beautiful slice of Earth."

He looks down, noting a new scuff on his shoe Shit, I always manage to do that
"Well dear friend, how do I look, or better still how does Omi look?"

She looks him over, nodding, then smiles broadly. "You look fabulous. And Blu ... she's radiant." Noting his look, she makes a vexed sound. "I know all too well the irritations with boots."

"Is there anything I can get for you?"

"Hmmm, a couple of cotton balls and some pantyhose ought to do."
"Wouldn't be much of service man if I don't shine my own shoes."

"Not a problem - will have them sent up. We're operating at your convenience. Just let us know the 'when' and 'how' of things. I'm at your service."

And with that, she makes a graceful bow (no skirt, no courtsey), and goes to make her way to the door.

Maica promptly fixes the small scuff mark, and summons yet another attendent.
"Tell Nathi that I am ready as soon as the guests have all arrived and are ready."
The attendent leaves to tell Nathi, and Maica plops down in a chair, pulling out a worn novel Book of D'ni and begins reading.

[Communication={Nathicana}] Well, there are no marriages in Angelus. We have no need for them, as We are all closer than most would understand anyway.

There are no traditions, no rituals, no records on decorum/protocol. This is all very new to me. What do you suggest?

She finishes with her hair, deciding to pull it up into a large bun. She hangs several rare jewels in it, and wraps the silver chain connecting to her Eye more securely about her head.

Finally, she looks into a mirror, deciding what else to do. Her skin is naturally toned to look as if she is wearing makeup, so there is no need there. She smiles and nods to herself. [Internal] Well, I guess I am ready then.

Meanwhile, back in the garden...

"I am not a old age hippie!"

"Ah! Uncle, uncle!"

Their argument had turned into a wrestling match. Rachel couldn't be more embarrassed.

With pirate activity on the rise, the Black does not slack off on security. So when the dreadnought Anniversary II ripples into existence near Valhalla, it's into a loose net of support ships slated to leave on an escort run.

The Territory doesn't slack off ever. So the cruiser Oggun and escorts slip down from space on a glide track, slotting into the defense grid of the space battlewagons hovering above.

From the ground it is surprisingly discreet. The Oggun's brutal shape hovers in a cloud, and the ships remain far above. Two clusters of dropships touch down.

From one ship steps Renate von Saucken, clad in TAF khakis. Dress khakis even, meaning that the cloth is set to appear clean and pressed.

From the other steps Marie Liberté, formerly binti Yasmin, in loose black silks emphasizing her grace.

To: Angelus Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Upcoming Nuptials

We are honoured to attend the wedding of Automata-Designate Omicron Blu of Angelus, and President Maica'Telcontar of Berserker. We will send Ambassador Jur Ratyuio along with a small retinue as per protocols from Dread Lady Nathicana.

====

To: Dread Lady Nathicana Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Upcoming Nuptials – security protocols

We have been invited to the wedding of Automata-Designate Omicron Blu of Angelus, and President Maica'Telcontar of Berserker as per invitation from Angelus. Please inform us of necessary security, location, and diplomatic protocols to observe. Will transportation via jet be alright?

OOC: The ceremony will be held during the night, in the open air of the Villa's gardens.

IC: In L.E.O. the Knive's Edge pulls to a stop, it's first voyage away from the Saturnian system.
A few Loki's pull away from the massive ship, landing over the hill unnoticed. Starwind didn't want to see anyone get assisinated, so a couple of squads of powerarmored troops with adaptive camo set up around the hill, positioning themselves for various sniping views, of the wedding, and to form a defensive perimeter. The parked Loki's still had a good view of the airspace over the Villa and trained what guns they could skyward, fighters prepped and ready to spring to the defense of the party.

A few of the more skilled troopers actually entered the Villa compound, sitting in the shadows, a view on the garden, unnoticable, unless they choose to move, and then only noticable as a ghost, a ripple in the air.

[OOC: The wedding is of Maica and Blu, and it is occuring in the Dominion of DLN? Correct?]

Bullguard, which had apparently survived the recent civil war, flew quickly towards the Dominion of the Dread Lady.

Onboard, D'ron sighed. He was glad he'd gotten rid of that stupid law about bodyguards. He looked out the window. That, of course, didn't mean Bullguard was unescorted. Twelve Peregrines flew outside.

D'ron looked at Lesley, asleep on his shoulder. This was the last time he would see her or speak to her before the wedding, as was the custom of Dor Lomin.

A month's seperation. He dreaded it.

He sipped his drink, then checked his chrono. They would be landing soon.

He heard his sister up near the front, chatting with one of the crew member. She'd never been on Bullguard before.

****

"Dominion ATC, this is FSP aircraft Bullguard, requesting landing clearance. Sorry we're a little late."

Far above Earth, the sky erupts with the flashes as the blade-like ships characteristic of the Cetagandan Battle Fleet emerge from multispace. First more than a dozen escort frigates and patrol destroyers appear, then an entire cruiser squadron. Following that are two battlecruisers and a carrier, which begins to spew a swarm of fighters, light attack craft, and riderships. Several minutes pass, then five more ships emerge in perfect sychronization. Four are the sleek forms of synth cruisers, piloted by human-machine hybrids. The fifth is one of the elegant personal yachts of Imperial family. A half-dozen more ships emerge behind, completely surround the precious ship at the center.

{Tightbeam Transmission: Fleet => Traffic Control; m5 Security Protocols}
Traffic control, this is Ethics Gradient. Request permission to land.

Once permission is given, the yacht begins its decent, surrounded by a group of fighters and four LACs. It lands gently in its designated area, with the escort breaking off to return the waiting fleet above. Out of it steps a Imperial Marine honor guard. Following them are two young men, Gregor Vetinari and Tarvi Andivar, the former happening to the Emperor of Cetaganda, King of Amylin, ect, ect. They wear simple but elegant clothes, and swords at their sides. The two men await whatever transport is being provided.

# Advise defensive action.
> Acknowledged. Release.

The Tranquil Horizons (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/horizons.html) lifts its ponderous bulk from its docking locks on the "underside" of the WorldDisc. Massive engines burning incredible amounts of power, the huge ship slowly turns and slides away from the Disc.

Several more ships, massive in their own right, but dwarfed by the gigantic Flagship, move into position around the vessal, and the entire Group moves out.

A few moments later, and all of the ships simply vanish, a huge ripple in space/time all that remains of their passing.

~*~

Above the Dominion, the fleet slides back into realspace, and spreads out to simply wait.

ooc:

Fleet: Tranquil Horizons (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/horizons.html), (7) Raptors (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/raptor.html), (6) Falchions (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/falchion.html), and (1) Excelsior (http://www.silentrequiem.net/angelus/excelsior.html).

(OOC: Won't be able to post for a few hours, so all the fault at me for not being up-to-date.)


Heading back into the reception complex, Templeman looked for the familiar form of his co-pilot. Having not found him and it being an hour and a half since he was supposedly to meet him back here his irritation was clearly evident.

"Laz? Come on man for god's sake, don't keep me waiting!"

Eventually the man in question re-appeared, looking as normal as he could, but with his tie pulled down and to the right slightly. Templeman raised his eyebrow.

"You should come to the bar Chris, you should see how friendly some of these Ladies are....."

Having had enough, he grabbed Laz and headed out of the Hotel and towards the Villa itself.

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[Communication={Nathicana}] Well, there are no marriages in Angelus. We have no need for them, as We are all closer than most would understand anyway. There are no traditions, no rituals, no records on decorum/protocol. This is all very new to me. What do you suggest?

:::To Blu:::

Well … you would make quite the grand entrance from the balcony … Perhaps have your chosen escort waiting for you at the bottom to ‘give you away’ to Maica? Xanone, perhaps … or another, as you wish. Such traditions are common here. It all depends on how formal you wish to be. <momentary break, then internalized comment spoken ‘aloud’ in unintentional communication line> Good god – another Imperial confirmation? Two? Have I assigned enough security? <small break> We can handle this any way makes the two of you happy. Oh – Maica is here, safely arrived. Thought you might want to know.
:::end message:::

From the ground it is surprisingly discreet. The Oggun's brutal shape hovers in a cloud, and the ships remain far above. Two clusters of dropships touch down.

From one ship steps Renate von Saucken, clad in TAF khakis. Dress khakis even, meaning that the cloth is set to appear clean and pressed.

From the other steps Marie Liberté, formerly binti Yasmin, in loose black silks emphasizing her grace.

A chauffeur steps up to them bowing deeply, and shows them to the awaiting limo, having their bags loaded quickly and efficiently, with all due politeness. Within no time, they arrive at the Villa, comfortably isolated up in the hills. They are of course offered rooms, and directed to the food and drink available.

We have been invited to the wedding of Automata-Designate Omicron Blu of Angelus, and President Maica'Telcontar of Berserker as per invitation from Angelus. Please inform us of necessary security, location, and diplomatic protocols to observe. Will transportation via jet be alright?

Security has been covered, however, given the nature and guest list, we completely understand any personal measures the leaders feel necessary. As this is by invitation, we do not feel the need to impose our restrictions, and will respect all reasonable forces our guests need. Transportation via jet is more than acceptable – you have clearance to land in the private sector of the airport. Tower awaits your arrival. A car should be waiting to take you directly to the Villa – I hope these arrangements meet with your approval.
(this goes for anyone attending – security and otherwise. Of course we have our own measures, but I’m aware a good deal of you haven’t had previous dealings with my nation. I’d be damned paranoid myself all things considered.)


"Dominion ATC, this is FSP aircraft Bullguard, requesting landing clearance. Sorry we're a little late."

All good, Bullguard – we’re still receiving guests. Clearance approved. Runway 5 open for your use. The Lady has a car waiting to take you to the Villa. Welcome to the Dominion.
(feel free to rp entrance to the Villa – as with all, rooms are available (though filling fast, dare I add), and refreshments in abundance. Waiting on me to catch up, I’m afraid.)


Once permission is given, the yacht begins its decent, surrounded by a group of fighters and four LACs. It lands gently in its designated area, with the escort breaking off to return the waiting fleet above. Out of it steps a Imperial Marine honor guard. Following them are two young men, Gregor Vetinari and Tarvi Andivar, the former happening to the Emperor of Cetaganda, King of Amylin, ect, ect. They wear simple but elegant clothes, and swords at their sides. The two men await whatever transport is being provided.

As with all the guests, a driver and limo are ready and waiting, and with all due respect and politeness, drive the party to the Villa to join the others.


Emperor Telrúnya is going to the wedding!
(feel free to take advantage of the previously mentioned clearance, cars, and accommodations – it’s all good, and I think, unless we have more arriving, that we could get the ceremony underway, as soon as the parties are online)

Nathicana sends an attendant both to Maica and Blu, letting them know that a few more guests are on their way. In the meantime, the courtyard is readied, chairs are set up, and the low footlamps lit. Soft, directed lighting only is used, so as not to detract from the stars that have begun to show in the darkening sky.

At the far end away from the house, a bower, covered in grapevines laden with ripening fruit, has been decorated in freshly cut arrangements of flowers, for the focal point of the ceremony.

The occasional marble statuary can be seen amidst the greenery, contrasting with the stone pavers that make up the courtyard floor. Various trees grow in abundance, giving an air of privacy, along with adding pleasant scents from those that bear fruit or flower.

Romanesque architecture abounds, most predominantly in the rounded arches and pillars where often vines have grown. The view across the bay, and over the city, is beautiful, increasingly so as the sun begins to set out across the waters, and the lights of Devras are slowly lit.

Security, smartly dressed in formal black attire, can be seen overseeing matters, yet politely staying out of the way of the guests. Others have been ensconced within the ranks of the attendants, and yet others remain hidden from view.

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As Bullguard entered Dominion airspace, the Peregrines broke off, winging towards home. No doubt they would be waiting when the President left, though.

As the big plane flew over the airport, it slowed to a hover.

Then, with a grace that should have been impossible for it size, it settled easily to the ground.

Stairs 'appeared' near one of the doors. In truth, the small hovering platforms were spit out by a small opening, and assumed precise distances from each other, forming stairs.

D'ron, followed by Lesley and Jessica, exited the plane. As was the custom much of Dor Lomin, they wore somber colors, so as to better show of the happy couple. D'ron was, of course, in his standard solid black, armed only with his sword, so recently bloodied in conflict. Lesley wore a dress of dark green, and D'ron sister, dark blue.

[OOC: Since I'm extremely poor at describing women's clothing:

Jessica is wearing the dress to the left, in dark blue, and Lesley, the dress to the right, in dark green.
http://216.110.167.52/loralie/images/8865t.jpg http://www.fredericks.com/images/2/20680_80_itm_a_3400.jpg
]

They proceeded to enter the awaiting transportation, much to the chagrin of the FSP Military members behind them, still on the plane.

When they arrived at the Villa, they simply assumed, as all leaders do, that their subordinates had made arrangements for three single rooms.

D'ron walked through the entrance, Lesley on his arm, with Jessica a half pace behind.

Jessica looked slightly lonely, as she was afraid she'd have no one to dance with. She was also mad, slightly, at her brother, for he'd forbidden her to wear the dress she'd wanted to wear, yet his future wife was on his arm, wearing something at least as risque. She wasn't too busy fuming, of course, to not notice the beauty of the place.

D'ron and Lesley were also impressed with the beauty of the country. Arthur Williams report had been interesting to say the least, and they looked forward to their stay.

...At the airport...

Mr Benny See is at the Kiosk, ready to board Virgin Airlines route to Devras.

The lady at the counter:
"I'm sorry, Mr. See, but you're not on the list to Devras."

"What?!" See says. "Nathicana says I get a discount! Give me a damn discount! I've already used my debit card!"

And the shouting ensues.

OC: Nathicana, Berserk, Angelus, I'm afraid I might be a little late.

Maica places the book down, looking at the clock, and then the window, seeing the night crawl over the Villa. I wonder if the reast of the Titan gang will make it? I hope so...

He looks down and sees his foot bouncing, he focuses and stops his foot, staring at the floor, Why am I so nervous....

"Grazie, Imperatore ... molto bene grazie." the driver said in a mix of pride and suprise at being addressed so. "I can only hope so."

His eyes but flickered to the Emperor as he drove, his face schooled to impassiveness.

He turned smoothly through the gates into the long curving drive that led to the Villa. As he put the car gently in park, he addressed the Emperor.

"The Lady has directed me to inform you that her private residence here is available for your convenience. Should this not be to your liking, or meet with your approval, more formal accomodations will be provided upon request."

Getting out, he opened the door efficiently, then removed the baggage and respectfully stood behind the Emperor. Another attendant rose from where he had been sitting next to the front doors, and held them open with a formal bow.

The Emperor smiled faintly. "We have stayed in far more humble abodes than this, my good man. We shall endeavour not to bore you with details, however. Before We make Our way inside, however..."

Si Ling reaches inside his dress uniform, into a pocket which one would probably not find evident if one merely glanced. It is, as is customary for virtually anything Nenyan, apparently, seamlessly stitched into the uniform so completely that it is barely hinted at by the opening through which Si's hand reaches. A small coin emerges in his hand; it is not a Relhame, however; it appears to be commemorative. He holds the hand out.

The coin is, quite clearly, platinum. Upon it's surface - uppermost - is the Three Star Sigil. On the not-yet-visible underside, however, is a small message inscription:

"Distinction of Service"

Underneath this, in even smaller script, is "Stray not from the Path."

Si Ling, clearly, is attempting to make as good an impression (on all and sundry) as he can. Which, if anyone back in the Imperial Court knew, would be quite amazing. Si Ling has a reputation for having a limitless arrogance and superiority complex; yet here he is, paying compliments and giving gifts.

Quietly, Si Ling adds as he hands the gift over, "We think the second inscription is most appropriate, no?"

It should be noted that Si Ling does not jangle; one can surmise from this that he does not have a huge number of these coins. Thankfully. Jingling is hardling dignified.

Chris had lost Laz once more.

He had gone only to the toilet, and had been only a few minutes- but the Errant Co-Pilot was no where to be found.


Templeman finally found Laz, his arm slung around a women sitting at the bar.

"And I tell you, I fly a ship, and I command it to. yeah, the Endevour- I can fly wherever I damned well please....No I'm not on my own, I've got a servant who fetches me refreshments....oh his name's Chris, but he's not-"

Laz didn't even finish the sentance before he felt himself being pulled from the seat with considerable force and rushed outside.

"Lax, will you just grow up, We're supposed to be representing Brittania at a very imprtant occasion, and all you can think about is....well you know what I mean. Please, just this once concentrate on the wedding."

Laz nodded, trying not to look back at the women at the bar more than the seven or eight times he had already done so.

"I'm assuming the car's going to fetch us when its time to attend, so I'd like you to go back to the hotel and wait- I'm sure they'll phone, and then you can pick me up."

"Uh, where are you going?"

"I'll be at the Endevour. I want to make sure she's alright- besides, Im not one for mingling at expensive Hotels, I'll be more content in familiar sorroundings. Come get me when we know what time we have to be there for."

"Alright." replied Laz, heading out.

Templeman waited a few minutes, and then flagged down a transport.

(Europa Brittania - I thought y'all were already there? Did I miss? *blinks* GAH! Was unintentional. Thought you'd taken the car up to the Villa. If I screwed up, please accept an appology. I've had a lot to respond to. Thought you'd been walking in the gardens there .. yes? I'm confuzzled thoroughly now.)

The driver's eyes widened as the coin was held out, then presented. He stammered for a moment before bowing deeply.

"Imperatore, my most humble thanks. Y-yes, most appropriate. I shall strive to live up to this honor."

Clearly, the man is unused to such things, especially from those in power. And the richness of the gesture ... Il Dio, what friends the Lady is making. Surely the rumours cannot be true ... not entirely.

The poor man, not knowing how to proceed, grips the coin tightly before tucking it firmly in the breast pocket of his jacket, and picking back up the baggage he had set down to recieve his comendation.

They were simply never going to believe this back at the office. Perhaps it could mean an advancement? A way to put pressure on his employers for better pay or benefits? Good god, how could he use this to his advantage?

Ah, the way the Dominion mind works ...

(Europa Brittania - I thought y'all were already there? Did I miss? *blinks* GAH! Was unintentional. Thought you'd taken the car up to the Villa. If I screwed up, please accept an appology. I've had a lot to respond to. Thought you'd been walking in the gardens there .. yes? I'm confuzzled thoroughly now.)

The driver's eyes widened as the coin was held out, then presented. He stammered for a moment before bowing deeply.

"Imperatore, my most humble thanks. Y-yes, most appropriate. I shall strive to live up to this honor."

Clearly, the man is unused to such things, especially from those in power. And the richness of the gesture ... Il Dio, what friends the Lady is making. Surely the rumours cannot be true ... not entirely.

The poor man, not knowing how to proceed, grips the coin tightly before tucking it firmly in the breast pocket of his jacket, and picking back up the baggage he had set down to recieve his comendation.

They were simply never going to believe this back at the office. Perhaps it could mean an advancement? A way to put pressure on his employers for better pay or benefits? Good god, how could he use this to his advantage?

Ah, the way the Dominion mind works ...

The Emperor nods curtly. "Good."

He nods again, for good measure, and then makes his way to and through the doors, nodding politely to the attendant.

As they wandered deeper into the entry hall, Jessica turned around and glanced back as she heard the doors open.

She blinked...

The man couldn't be.... No. No way in hell. But... The light caught his eyes.

It was.... She smiled faintly.

Laz arrived just as another delegation were entering the Villa. Cracking a joke to driver as he climbed out, he jogged up the steps, not bothering to actually witness the driver shake his head and slowly pull away.

"Nice Pad." Exclaimed the Co-Pilot as he entered- "Chris doesn't know what he's missing."





Chris slowly opened his eyes, yawning slightly as he adjusted to the usual sorroundings of the Endevour's bridge.

Checking his wristwatch, he surmised that he had fallen sleep, and that Laz had no intention of returning to fetch him. Sighing he slowly stood, and adjusted his tie. Leaving his craft behind, he sought out a transport, and made haste to the villa.

(OOC: Problem Solved.)

A Vrakian private jet, upon receiving clearance, makes its descent. Soon, it touches down and rolls over to the designated area. A door opens and a ramp extends. First, a large, well dressed man wearing sunglasses exits. He appears to be a security-type with the crew cut hairdo and the small microphone in his ear. He doesn't appear to be carrying any weapons. Next, a large walrus waddles out wearing a brilliantly multicoloured hat along with a richly dressed vest. Ambassador Jur Ratyuio looks about, his whiskers twitching in the breeze. Next, a young woman in a red dress climbs out. Her long, black hair is pinned up and she appears to be somewhat tired from the trip. Finally Jur's private secretary, a smallish man with a calm demeanour, appears carrying an ornate box.

The small group look around, accustomizing themselves to their surroundings. The bodyguard spots the car and they make their way in that direction.

OOC: Jur is a walrus.

A sleek, aerodynamic Harakian jet slides to a halt on one of the runways. The cockpit slides open and Lord Jaime Walf vaults out, the cockpit closing behind him. He looks around, wondering how to get where he's going.

A limo of course is waiting to take Jaime to the Villa. Having been there on many occasions, he knows what to expect. However, upon arrival, he will find a scene wholely unlike his previous visits.

There are people everywhere. Heads of state from here to light years away. Attendants scurry everywhere, where usually there is but a very small staff. Security is in abundance, but operates in the background. And Nathicana is rushing about attempting to be a good hostess and in her mind, failing miserably.

Lord ... to have Blu's advantage of multiple avatars would be a blessing right about now.

Seeing Si Ling make his entrance, as she comes in from the courtyard and her efforts at directing things there, she quickly makes her way through the crowd and approaches him.

"Emperor," she says, making a respectful bow of her head, though not too low. "Welcome to the Dominion, and may I say, to my humble home."

Taking note of many other guests she has yet to greet, she mentally makes a list while awaiting his response.

Seeing Nathi rushing around, Jaime makes his way up behind her and taps her on the shoulder after she greets Shi Shio. "'Allo," he said in a fake accent. "What 'ave we 'ere?"

After a quick change out of dirtyig their last tuxedos, James Clotte and Little J enter the hall, Rachel between them. Her gown flowed like some sort of damsel from a fairie tale, if it only was one.

"Hippie."

"Wimp."

And their argument went on like this as they went down the walkway. Several of the Laithian guests go all over the place, talking to random guests and making idle chit-chat. Of course, James, Little J, and Rachel went to meet the main guests. James Clotte went to see Nathi remembering well what happened last time. Of course, he waited for Nathi and her other guest to finish talking.

Little J went off to get a drink. He was mumbling about how tight his collar was. Of course, being a fox-guy in a tuxedo was really odd to see, anyway. Oddly enough, he seemed to look more cute than annoying.

As for Rachel Clotte herself, she found herself making her way to the bride. I guess it was because she was planning to get maried herself someday and wanted to know what it was like.

A limo of course is waiting to take Jaime to the Villa. Having been there on many occasions, he knows what to expect. However, upon arrival, he will find a scene wholely unlike his previous visits.

There are people everywhere. Heads of state from here to light years away. Attendants scurry everywhere, where usually there is but a very small staff. Security is in abundance, but operates in the background. And Nathicana is rushing about attempting to be a good hostess and in her mind, failing miserably.

Lord ... to have Blu's advantage of multiple avatars would be a blessing right about now.

Seeing Si Ling make his entrance, as she comes in from the courtyard and her efforts at directing things there, she quickly makes her way through the crowd and approaches him.

"Emperor," she says, making a respectful bow of her head, though not too low. "Welcome to the Dominion, and may I say, to my humble home."

Taking note of many other guests she has yet to greet, she mentally makes a list while awaiting his response.

Si Ling, quite busy at taking in his surroundings, fails to notice - well, to see, anyway, as he definitley hears - Nathicana's approach.

His head jolts downwards from looking up at the ceiling, of all places. "Ah, greetings-"

Seeing Nathi rushing around, Jaime makes his way up behind her and taps her on the shoulder after she greets Shi Shio. "'Allo," he said in a fake accent. "What 'ave we 'ere?"

Si Ling cuts off his speech and gives the... person... a rather displeased look. He pauses a beat, decides that the person in question must know Nathicana, and thus politely (despite vague irritation) awaits his 'turn'.

Damned diplomacy, he mused internally.

Jaime looks up, finding Si Ling looking rather irritated. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met," he says politely. "I'm Lord Jaime Walf of Haraki. Lady Nathicana's wife."

A small vessel shaped like some sort of Art Deco bird hovers motionless over the Dominion. From within, Alshai Kommetrez lets his mind speak over its radio transmitters to the nation below. Dominion air traffic control, this is The Magician's Nephew carrying the Scolopendran delegation and a local S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar to the wedding. Request landing clearance and approach vectors.

Upon recieving said data, the ship drops down and swoops in to land. The Scolopendran delegation--Kommetrez and Speaker-to-Animals--disembark along with a local S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar and transition to the villa via the standard limo ride. Inside the cushy vehicle, Shodey looks right at home, while Speaker is folded almost doubled-over and Kommetrez looks decidedly uncomfortable both over his surroundings and the discomfort of his friend.

After stepping out of the limo and helping Speaker unpack himself, Alshai gets a distant look on his face. Blu, Kommetrez here. Reporting as ordered. Recieving a short response, he walks purposefully off as Speaker mills into the crowd. S.H.O.D.A.N. stands off on the edge of the crowd, collating and going over what she's supposed to do here. She decides not to contact Nathi immediately--her 'sister' seems busy.

Initially, she jumps slightly, barely keeping herself from grabbing whoever tapped her and tossing them over her shoulder to the ground.

She takes in Si Ling's reaction, Jaime's presence, and his subsequent introduction, and sighs inwardly.

"I believe the boy meant to say 'my wife'," she chuckles, trying to smile pleasantly.

"If there is anything I can do for you, Emperor?" she inquires, hoping to let the uncomfortable moment pass.

"Oops ... Shisa..." Jaime murmurs, reddening slightly.

Jaime looks up, finding Si Ling looking rather irritated. "I'm sorry, I don't believe we've met," he says politely. "I'm Lord Jaime Walf of Haraki. Lady Nathicana's wife."

And 'looks up' is exactly right, in all likelihood. Si Ling towers at six feet five; an inch shorter than Semi Ran, to be true, but a decent height for a Nenyan, nontheless. Si Ling's eyes sparkle slightly at the word 'wife'.

Initially, she jumps slightly, barely keeping herself from grabbing whoever tapped her and tossing them over her shoulder to the ground.

She takes in Si Ling's reaction, Jaime's presence, and his subsequent introduction, and sighs inwardly.

"I believe the boy meant to say 'my wife'," she chuckles, trying to smile pleasantly.

"If there is anything I can do for you, Emperor?" she inquires, hoping to let the uncomfortable moment pass.

He merely shrugs, and resumes, "We started, so we'll finish: Greetings, Lady Nathicana. An honour to meet one We have heard so much about."

He bows, gracefully, from the knee in a rather classical style; right knee bends, left leg flexes, hips level, back folds... and left hand flourishes, fingers halting just scant centimetres from the ground. He levels up, equally gracefully.

"Emperor Si Ling the First, Emperor of the Empire of The Eternal Dawn, High King of Ma-Nenya... and owner of far too many presumptious titles to remember."

He smiles slightly at the last, attempting to indicate a joke. Now he adds, "We are pleased to meet you, Lord Walf." He doesn't bow; men in the Empire do not bow to men. It's considered disrespectful. Either he forgets that Nathicana asked him a question, or he just doesn't answer it yet - instead preferring, perhaps, to let his greeting sink in somewhat.

"No, no, the pleasure's all mine." Jaime says.

OOC: Jaime's six foot six. He was looking up from Nathi, who's shrter than him.

"You honor us with your presence," she says, putting on one of her more charming smiles.

That was a very, very respectful greeting, she pondered quietly, I can only wonder just what this 'so much' is he's referring to. I definitely need to look into this more carefully.

She patted Jaime's hand to let him know it was alright. Diplomatic occasions such as this, she'd noticed, were just not his style. She would have to change that, especially if he were to win the election.

Another project to add to my growing list ...

After stepping out of the limo and helping Speaker unpack himself, Alshai gets a distant look on his face. Blu, Kommetrez here. Reporting as ordered. Recieving a short response, he walks purposefully off as Speaker mills into the crowd.

Blu meets him at the door to her rooms and gives him a big hug. It is so good to see you again, Alshai. She smiles brightly and twirls around like a schoolgirl.

Thank you so much for escorting me. We felt that having X1 "give me away" was not really as acceptable as somone We all respect and love. She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek, a twinkle in her eye.

She steps back, the twinkle not vanishing. Well, how do I look? She grins at him and strikes a rather seductive pose.

"You honor us with your presence," she says, putting on one of her more charming smiles.

That was a very, very respectful greeting, she pondered quietly, I can only wonder just what this 'so much' is he's referring to. I definitely need to look into this more carefully.

She patted Jaime's hand to let him know it was alright. Diplomatic occasions such as this, she'd noticed, were just not his style. She would have to change that, especially if he were to win the election.

Another project to add to my growing list ...

"No, no, the pleasure's all mine." Jaime says.

OOC: Jaime's six foot six. He was looking up from Nathi, who's shrter than him.


[OOC: Noted and logged.]

IC:

The Emperor grins slightly wider, addressing both, and relaxing a little - for a moment. "I-" he drops the Imperial We as a sign of increasing respect, "-shan't disagree."

He reverts. Just a glimpse. "Now... is there anywhere We ought to be, perchance? Perhaps We shouldn't clutter here quite so much as some other there, We are thinking."

A chauffeur steps up to them bowing deeply, and shows them to the awaiting limo, having their bags loaded quickly and efficiently, with all due politeness. Within no time, they arrive at the Villa, comfortably isolated up in the hills. They are of course offered rooms, and directed to the food and drink available.

Behind and above, security and liasons settle in... warships take up stations within the growing defense grid, with Territory major assets present in the Dominion warsats are retasked.

Two of the Co-Prosperity Sphere's three primary alphas look at each other. The last time they met was in another land, a war and two colonizations ago. There is an odd sense as the chauffeur steps up. Too tense to be tense on so many levels. Then they are all genteel nods.

In the car, a low fond muttering as difficult issues are covered.

Villa

Entering the reception area, two short and gracefully muscular women.

One Germanic, green-eyed, deeply tanned, with short and fat sunbleached blond dreadlocks pulled neatly back, in a neatly pressed khaki uniform with little decoration save bone leopard-skull collar tabs and a "R VON SAUCKEN" nametape, sidearm and blade. Renate von Saucken. Senior Advisor, the Territory.

One mostly North African and very dark, long dreadlocks in a twist with subtly gleaming dark metal beads clicking softly near the small of her back. She wears layered black, loose silks vaguely suggestive of an uncharacteristically well-off Chinese wandering swordswoman. She wears her leopard skulls embroidered in platinum, much like mon. Unlike her clonesister she wears her arms semi-concealed, very deliberately obvious to anyone looking for such things. Marie Liberté, Senior Advisor, The Black.

Their looks sweep across the room, briefly resting on some, like Xanone and Si Ling... then they smile briefly and their hands touch. They drift inside to greet the Dread Lady.

Rushing up the steps Whilst struggling with his tie Templeman almost ran into the reception hall, Looking up in time to almost crash straight into a a rather royal looking delegation. Seeing no other way to avoid a collision he throws himself to the right, crashing headfirst into a beatiful potted plant, and slamming down to the floor.


"Yuuuuhhhhh....." he groaned.

Laz strode over to his stricken Commander, whistling a tune.

"Chris get up, everyone's looking at you- yer looking like a total amauter."

Laz felt a weakened hand stretch out from the rubble of the plant and make for his leg, he easily stepped away.

"I'll be in the bar if you need me."- and strode off.

Pulling himself up slightly, he looked down at his soil stained shirt, his tie pulled down and over his shoulder and his trousers torn along the hem.

"Why......me?...." he moaned, trying not to fix his eyes on any of the rather shocked onlookers as he struggled to his feet, not an ounce of dignity left.

Xanone turns and looks towards the door, where the two gentlemen from Europa Brittania are entering. He smiles and floats over to them, bowing as he arrives. Good afternoon, gentlemen. It is an honor to meet you finally. I am Automata-designate Xanone, First Among Equals within the Dominion of Angelus. When you were last on my Disc, I did not get the chance to properly meet you.

It is so good of you to come, quite a momentous occasion, this.

Chris looked up, and nodded, realising he looked a ridiculous sight- his soil stained clothing and ruffled hair giving the perfect picture of a scruffy drunk.

"Er...Momentous it is." he replied eventually.

"I must apologise for the absence of My Co-Pilot, I believe he is introducing himself to the other delegates."

It was a bare faced lie, Laz was drinking someplace, but it didn't sound very civilised, so he twisted it slightly.

"I seem, to have had a rather messy collision with a plant..." he stuttered, gesturing to the scene of destruction behind him. "Unfortunatley, The plant came worse off."

Xanone gives Templeman a critical look, then gives him a grin. Well, what a fine kettle of fish this is. We simply cannot allow you to come to Our Blu's wedding dressed like that! He grins again.

Come with me to my rooms. You seem to be about the same size as I am, perhaps you can fit into one of my suits. It might be a little... different from what you are used to, however.

(OOC: Well, using the results from Shadow...)

Blu meets him at the door to her rooms and gives him a big hug. It is so good to see you again, Alshai. She smiles brightly and twirls around like a schoolgirl.
Kommetrez, now looking about half (or maybe thirty times, depending on how one counts) his age, returns the embrace. It's been an odd year. I'm still adapting to various changes... sister. Jeebus H Hyskos, it still sounds odd. Of course, you know that. He grins knowingly.

Thank you so much for escorting me. We felt that having X1 "give me away" was not really as acceptable as somone We all respect and love. She gives him a soft kiss on the cheek, a twinkle in her eye.
Alshai smirks. If you insist. Various segments of my people might argue with the 'love' statement, but I suppose I'm still respected. I'm just honored to help.

She steps back, the twinkle not vanishing. Well, how do I look? She grins at him and strikes a rather seductive pose.
For a hovergirl, I wonder why you're wearing platform boots. Other than that, I'd say it suits your style. Alshai grins. Most certainly very individual.

Xanone leads Templeman up the back stairs to his suite of rooms. There, he carefully looks through his collection of clothing, finally deciding on an old-style suit, complete with an authentic Imperial Court-style jacket from the ancient Caelistis Gens Empire. (image (http://fairygothmother.co.uk/newimages/71-02.jpg))

Well, my friend. It is slightly different from what I gather you are used to, but I think it looks just smashing on you.

[OOC: Decides not to comment on the image and provided clothing.]

D'ron, as he and Lesley walked into the Villa, felt, rather than saw Jessica stop.

Or he was aware of it. It was unclear how exaclty he knew. He had no powers than could be termed psychic.

Perhaps it was just because she was his sister.

As it were, he took three more steps before stopping. Then he looked back, glancing over his shoulder. He saw Jessica staring, without shame, at Si Ling.

He suppressed a grimace. That was not how his sister had been brought up.

But then, he knew she'd never seen a Nenyan before. They were rare outside of EOTED.

He and Lesley had, of course, met the Emperor briefly, during the summit in EOTED.

I guess I could introduce her to him.

Turning, Lesley saw what had attracted his gaze. She chuckled softly. Without knowing it, she echoed his thoughts, "Do you think she wants to meet him?"

"What gave it away" was D'ron's chuckled reply.

Lesley let her hand drop from the crook of D'ron's arm as D'ron stepped forward and pushed Jessica slightly.

After a single step to recover her balance, she looked fiercely over her shoulder at D'ron.

In hand signals, D'ron instructed, Go on. Introduce yourself.

Jessica frowned, but banished the expression quickly enough, and started forward at a determined pace, but not an obviously quick one.

D'ron offered his arm to Lesley once again, and when she took it, they set off behind Jessica, though a bit more sedately, to greet the Emperor.

Maica sits on the corner of the bed, seemingly in meditation.
Ah Kommetrez, and SHODAN, thank you for coming friends. Tell speaker thank you as well. It is an honor to have such friends.
He smiles a little, and the others can feel it a little.
I have a suprise for you all later in the evening

<zap>

(OOC: Marking... will get in after the Vort/Spades fight)

The ride to the Villa was uneventful but pleasant. The Vrakians observed as much as possible as the view from the back of a limo would afford. It was a little cramped but that was more than likely someone from the Vrakian Diplomatic Corps forgetting to tell the hosts that Jur was a walrus and hence took up a lot of room. Oh well. The sacrifices one makes for the state.

The car pulled up and the bodyguard exited first. Satisfied that no threat was present, the pretty young woman and Ratyuig’s secretary came out next. This was so that Ambassador Ratyuig could squeeze his immense bulk through the doors. The car’s suspension noticeably rised up once Jur got out.

“Hmmm,” rumbled Jur Ratyuig, ”I see the villa and what a beautiful spread it is. But I wonder where a guide is?”

For a hovergirl, I wonder why you're wearing platform boots. Other than that, I'd say it suits your style. Alshai grins. Most certainly very individual.

Blu grins at him. I am wearing boots because I sincerely intend to walk down the aisle. I will stand by Maica's side, not float above him. She turns a slightly darker shade of blue and looks at the ground. I have never done something like this before... Walking, I mean. Well, I walk around in the privacy of my own rooms, but... Never for an individual.

She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, a smile on her lips. Well, Automata-Designate AK1, will you escort me, the Speaker of Angelus, to meet my husband-to-be?

Entering the room, Gregor and Tarvi gravitate towards Speaker to Animals. "Speaker, good to see you. My shy friend is Tarvi Andivar. Tarvi, Speaker to Animals." He gestures to the to slightly intimidated Tarvi, who inclines his head. "I assume Kommetrez is around here somewhere. Does it seem like he's any better after taking off to where ever he went? I was a bit worried at Shodey's wedding, but didn't want to say anything."

Blu grins at him. I am wearing boots because I sincerely intend to walk down the aisle. I will stand by Maica's side, not float above him. She turns a slightly darker shade of blue and looks at the ground. I have never done something like this before... Walking, I mean. Well, I walk around in the privacy of my own rooms, but... Never for an individual.
You move just fine on your feet.

She takes a deep breath and looks up at him, a smile on her lips. Well, Automata-Designate AK1, will you escort me, the Speaker of Angelus, to meet my husband-to-be?
Kommetrez grimaces slightly at the alphanumeric. "Alshai," please. I'm having enough trouble as is dealing with people arguing that I'm not me. He grins. That being said, yes, I shall escort you.

Cham drove the moped up to the villa and skidded to a stop, the Steward holding on for dear life.

Putting down the kickstand, Cham dismounted, coolly pulled of his sunglasses (which melted into the pocket of his leather jacket), and said "*tsk* That's... Chameleon. Ace Chameleon."

The Steward hesitantly got to his feet. "Pull of a few more stunts like that, and you'll be DHX... Janitor DHX. Anyway, let's go inside and see what we're missing."

That being said, yes, I shall escort you.

Excellent! She smiles at him and gives him her arm as she settles gracefully to the ground. She stands on tiptoes to kiss him, and smiles happily from her now 5'6 height.

Shall we?

He nods, and they slowly exit the room, Kommetrez leading her out into the hallway. They smile at each other as they glide down the hall, and Blu reaches up to gently touch Kommetrez' hand. [Communication={Alshai}] I am so nervous, Alshai... Do you know if this is normal?

Kommetrez leads her out onto the very top of the stairs, and leans over to whisper to the servant standing there. The servant hurries off, and a few moments later a crier is there with a single trumpeteer.

The trumpeteer sounds, and the sound in the room dies down. The crier looks around and bows slowly to the room before clearing his throat and proclaiming in a loud voice,

"The honorable Automata-Designate Omicron Blu, Speaker of the Dominion of Angelus, and bride-to-be. Escorted by the honorable Automata-Designate Alshai Kommetrez, Supreme Emperor of the Federated Segments of Scolopendra."

Out of the corner of her eye, Nathi sees SHODAN and the others arrive.
<<Momento, mia sorella ...>> she manages to send in what feels like a breathless voice.

At the Emperor's sudden, yet subtle hint at familiarity, her brow arches slightly, and she nods her head almost imperceptibly to him.

"Please ... my house is yours. There are refreshments available down the hall," she directs with a graceful sweep of her hand, "the courtyard, where some of the others are mingling is down that hall and the stairs where I just came from," she gestures again, "Of course you are welcome to go where you will. I believe we are awaiting the arrival of a few more guests. If you would prefer your room, the attendants will be most happy to assist you. I would show you myself, but I'm afraid my duties as hostess ..." she trails off, holding up her hands and giving a gentle sigh in an 'alas, what can I do' gesture.

"I hope that we may have the opportunity to speak later, in a more relaxed setting. If you will excuse me - it has been a pleasure meeting you."

She makes a respectful bow (again, not in a skirt atm, thus courtsey not quite appropriate), and takes Jaime aside with her - just as one of the guests takes a header into one of her potted plants.

She groans and puts a hand to her forehead. "Aiyee ..."

"My dear ... I truly need to instruct you on lessons of ettiquite. But for now, there are people I need to meet, and see to. You would help me out, truly, if you could mingle as well? Convey my regards along with yours ... small talk ... see and be seen?"

Nathi motions for an attendant to take care of the mess, then turns back to Jaime. "I'll be running around quite a bit. I promise we'll have time later when things have slowed." Reaching up on her toes, she kisses him lightly, motions him off in a 'shoo' motion to get with the mingling, hoping for the best.

Seeing Xanone assisting Templeman, she sees as well the parties from both Sentient Peoples and the Territory make their entrance. Pausing long enough to glance in a decorative mirror and wipe the worry from her face, she smiles and moves to greet them.

As she did so, she noted yet more guests arriving and sent attendants out to gather them all in and assist with any baggage.

Said attendants made their way to any and all parties who needed direction, assuring them that the Lady would be with them shortly, and to make themselves comfortable.

Excellent! She smiles at him and gives him her arm as she settles gracefully to the ground. She stands on tiptoes to kiss him, and smiles happily from her now 5'6 height.
Unlike everyone else in the NS universe, Kommetrez is only about 5' 10", and those boots have to be at least 3" platforms. No tiptoes required.

[Communication={Alshai}] I am so nervous, Alshai... Do you know if this is normal?
[Communication={Omicron Blu}] It's reported to be. I wouldn't actually know from experience.

Kommetrez leads her out onto the very top of the stairs <some stuff happens, and they're announced>
Kommetrez takes on a perfect martial bearing honed by years of experience, and, taking Blu in his left arm, begins to lead her down the stairs at slow-march pace. As they pass the delegations, Kommetrez eyes the highest-ranking official and salutes with his right hand, bringing it up to the right eyebrow at a very steep angle and holding it until returned in some way.

Upon reaching their destination (wherever exactly that is on the lawn), Kommetrez immediately stands at parade rest.

[Communication={Omicron Blu}] Best of luck to you, Blu.

The Nathicanan (OOC: hope that's the right adjective) attendant guided Ambassador Jur Ratyuig and his retinue to the reception area. After an exchange of pleasantries, Jur surveyed the mingling guests laughing and greeting eachother. Clearly he didn't know anyone here. The bodyguard (6'5" and powerfully built) took up a position so as to interpose himself should anyone threaten the Ambassador. With the present uncertain times in Vrak, it was deemed necessary to take precautionary measures - even at the risk of offending someone.

"The people seem very happy Ambassador," said the young woman.

"That's obvious," chuckled Jur.

"No. I mean they all seem generally happy. I can sense it."

The secretary spied the punch bowl and said, "I'll be right back."

Jur leaned over to a nearby guest and in a deep baritone said, "Hello. I'm Ambassador Jur Ratyuig from Vrak."

OOC: Anyone want to talk to a walrus?

[Communication={Alshai}] Thank you, Alshai... I know I am going to need it.

Blu and Kommetrez slip into the crowd, and Blu holds her head high as she smiles and nods to the people around her. Finally, she glides over to stand near a beautiful fountain, a small glass of punch held within a languid hand.

Mr. See arrives in Devras, with much heckling. By the looks of his frowning face, unshaven face, he is not very happy. But arrive at Devras he does and asks the Dominion of DLN kiosk clerk.

"Where is the wedding; I was invited. And I know you know what I'm talking about..."

Mr. Sees waits impatiently for the Dominion clerk to respond.

"Scusi, Signore, but I'm not certain I follow you ..." the clerk begins, scanning his screen. He stops and looks over the rim of his glasses, perched somewhat low on his nose, which is turned slightly up at the moment.

"Did you say, wedding? We have so many of them, you see ..."

He goes back to checking and comparing, seemingly obvivious to Mr. See's growing irritation.

"Ahhhh yes, Mr. See, yes ... right here. I believe there is a limo waiting for you, sir. Right 'round the corner there - can't miss it." says the clerk, smiling brightly. "Grazie - we hope you had a pleasant flight."

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Automata-Designate Alshai Kommetrez? By the powers ... taken it far beyond what I have there, boy. And he looks ... fabulous. Damn.

She watches the two make their entrance and nods in approval, giving Blu a warm smile.

Seeing that her guests all seemed to be taken care of for the moment, and that folks are mingling, Nathi slips into the room with the food and drink, pouring herself a tall glass of ice water, then sitting down in as quiet a corner as possible for a moment out on the lower balcony overlooking the bay.

Just for a moment ... need a breather ... regather wits.

(ooc: can respond to whoever's on then - so many to talk to! *grin* And for the sake of later continuity, I'll have found a second to change.)

Out of the corner of her eye, Nathi sees SHODAN and the others arrive.
<<Momento, mia sorella ...>> she manages to send in what feels like a breathless voice.

At the Emperor's sudden, yet subtle hint at familiarity, her brow arches slightly, and she nods her head almost imperceptibly to him.

"Please ... my house is yours. There are refreshments available down the hall," she directs with a graceful sweep of her hand, "the courtyard, where some of the others are mingling is down that hall and the stairs where I just came from," she gestures again, "Of course you are welcome to go where you will. I believe we are awaiting the arrival of a few more guests. If you would prefer your room, the attendants will be most happy to assist you. I would show you myself, but I'm afraid my duties as hostess ..." she trails off, holding up her hands and giving a gentle sigh in an 'alas, what can I do' gesture.

"I hope that we may have the opportunity to speak later, in a more relaxed setting. If you will excuse me - it has been a pleasure meeting you."

She makes a respectful bow (again, not in a skirt atm, thus courtsey not quite appropriate), and takes Jaime aside with her - just as one of the guests takes a header into one of her potted plants.

...

A voice whispered in Si Ling's mind. It never quite went away... but right now, he was thankful for it.

The Emperor bobbed his head slightly. "We completely understand. We also hope that, some day, the Empire can show you the great hospitality that appears to be the standard here in your glorious land. We think We will just... mingle... for now."

He bows again, less ornatley, and more 'commonly'; a simple, 'thank-you for your time' expression.

For someone who isn't all that well versed in diplomacy, Si Ling isn't doing a bad job. Thank the Stars, he thought silently... and then realised how apt-

...it is indeed apt, the voice informed him.

D'ron, as he and Lesley walked into the Villa, felt, rather than saw Jessica stop.

Or he was aware of it. It was unclear how exaclty he knew. He had no powers than could be termed psychic.

Perhaps it was just because she was his sister.

As it were, he took three more steps before stopping. Then he looked back, glancing over his shoulder. He saw Jessica staring, without shame, at Si Ling.

He suppressed a grimace. That was not how his sister had been brought up.

But then, he knew she'd never seen a Nenyan before. They were rare outside of EOTED.

He and Lesley had, of course, met the Emperor briefly, during the summit in EOTED.

I guess I could introduce her to him.

Turning, Lesley saw what had attracted his gaze. She chuckled softly. Without knowing it, she echoed his thoughts, "Do you think she wants to meet him?"

"What gave it away" was D'ron's chuckled reply.

Lesley let her hand drop from the crook of D'ron's arm as D'ron stepped forward and pushed Jessica slightly.

After a single step to recover her balance, she looked fiercely over her shoulder at D'ron.

In hand signals, D'ron instructed, Go on. Introduce yourself.

Jessica frowned, but banished the expression quickly enough, and started forward at a determined pace, but not an obviously quick one.

D'ron offered his arm to Lesley once again, and when she took it, they set off behind Jessica, though a bit more sedately, to greet the Emperor.

The Emperor hauls himself back to reality, to find a lady walking towards him; he does not recognize her. However, he does recognize the two - one man, one woman - walking behind her. He recognizes one of them; he strives to remember just who it is...

|Too many faces, he mused irritably, for one man to remember.

Then it hit him. Sentient Peoples. President D'ron. He noted the similiarity in features between the President and the woman walking ahead of him - a strange thing, that. One of rank walking behind one who possibly isn't. By this time, she is quite near. He bows, not as extravagantly, but his fingers dip below his hip, nontheless. A respectful bow; in the Empire, a member of the nobility would bow this way to a High Noble - unless said High Noble didn't like said bow, of course. In which case they wouldn't. Imperial culture is, at the best of times, confusing - even for those who live the life every day.

Si Ling's amber eyes sparkle slightly at the thought; confusing does not begin to explain it.

"Good lady," he greets her, "We have the pleasure of meeting...?"

He lets his voice trail off, hopefully giving the impression that he is asking her for her name.

Maica stood, looking out into the evening sky. He smiled, tonight is a fine night and breathed in the air once more.
He turned and dug through his suitcase, pulling out a handheld communicator, and flipped it open.
On the other end of the connection a lady picked up, asking what he wanted.Hmmm, to many people can hear me, best keep his a secret latter, tis my suprise
He spoke making sure to be as vague as possible and yet convey meaning. "Make sure the package is ready to go for after the initial ceremony."
The women on the other end answered in the affirmative and then hung up.
Tonight will be a night to remember

Hot... hot... hot... not... not... hot...

Little J was watching the girls that were attending this wedding. Luckily, he was thinking these and not actually saying them out loud. Otherwise, he might have a little problem to deal with.

Rachel was actually enjoying the talks she was having with some of the guests. She especially liked the dress Nathicana was wearing. She was more interested in getting a chance to ask the Angelus bride why she was marrying. An AI marrying a "low-blood", as was had to be termed by Laithians, seemed rather unnatural. It put her on edge thinking about the sorts of problems that might cause.

James Clotte himself trying hard to mingle with the other guests, going from one guest to the next. Eventually, he found his way to the groom's room, with the groom inside. He thought he might share a small celebration of their own. He had brought a bottle of hard whiskey with him to help out. With two quick wraps, he announced himself.

"Hey, bud. Can I come in?"

Maica turns to the door, not recognizing the voice, nor remembering asking for any guests to visit.
Oh well, it is rather lonely here waiting.
Maica stands and walks to the door.
Nathicana, can anyone tell me who it is outside my door?
"Who is it?" Maica speaks up over the dull murmor of conversation coming form the other rooms.

"It's James Clotte, from Laithia. I thought we could celebrate the new mistress."

Maica shrugs, She's my wife, not my mistress...
He pauses for a moment, Whom is James Clotte, he says to Nathi on the mainframe network.

(Without any pretext or warning, the doors to the hall burst open. There, at the door, in full black-on-black-on-black garb, is the one and only Bodyguard Barry, his personal S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar on his arm. Barry wears a cool smile beneath his black sunglasses and sends out an enthusiastic wave to all of the party-goers. With Shodey at his side, he goes hunting for the guests of honour... or just anyone in general with whom to socialize.)

Marie looks around, discreetly sniffing the air. Then she and Renate walk through the room, smiling and nodding, heading for the balcony. A discreet knock on the open door.

Marie's dark voice, suggesting a smile: "If we might greet you and take in the air, Dread Lady Nathicana."

She sits up, a touch confused by the new voice.

Dammit, I am just never going to quite be used to that ...

:::to Maica:::
I know I should know him ... I swear I do. But I can't for the life of me recall exactly why just now. Afraid my head's in a bit of a spin. Delegate from Laithia - here with wife and son I believe. Why, is there trouble?
:::end message:::

(Without any pretext or warning, the doors to the hall burst open. There, at the door, in full black-on-black-on-black garb, is the one and only Bodyguard Barry, his personal S.H.O.D.A.N. avatar on his arm. Barry wears a cool smile beneath his black sunglasses and sends out an enthusiastic wave to all of the party-goers. With Shodey at his side, he goes hunting for the guests of honour... or just anyone in general with whom to socialize.)
S.H.O.D.A.N.-Barry waves to S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra across the lawn, then carries on as normal.

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra, returning the wave, continues to muse to herself.

Marie looks around, discreetly sniffing the air. Then she and Renate walk through the room, smiling and nodding, heading for the balcony. A discreet knock on the open door.

Marie's dark voice, suggesting a smile: "If we might greet you and take in the air, Dread Lady Nathicana."

"Of course!" she says, rising to her feet a bit more quickly than she had intended. Setting her water aside, she puts out her hand in greeting. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I appologize for not meeting you earlier when you first arrived - there have been so many to greet, I'm afraid I found myself a touch overwhelmed for a moment. From the Territory, yes?" She wracks her brain to remember just who and what and where from the guest lists.

James found himself looking at the architecture of the place, listening to the silence. At least, he assumed it was silence. Ever since the Diwaniyahan Bombing Incident at the night party, he's never been able to really act the same.

(OOC: There. That's why you know him.)

::To Nathi::
No problem, just Mr. Clotte decided to pay my room a visit. No need to worry, I can handle myself.


Maica grips the door handle and opens it, stepping to the right with it.
"Hello Mr. Clotte, can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting you before."

::To Nathi::
No problem, just Mr. Clotte decided to pay my room a visit. No need to worry, I can handle myself.


Maica grips the door handle and opens it, stepping to the right with it.
"Hello Mr. Clotte, can't say I've had the pleasure of meeting you before."

"I've never really had the pleasure of meeting you either. But we both know Nathi fairly well. You're marrying her, I was in an incident with her." He then held up the bottle of whiskey. "Care for a drink?" He smiled with an ominous glow. One that can only come from someone with a bad past.

Blu looks up as Barry and SHODAN enter, a soft smile on her lips. She laughs softly, discussing pleasantries with one of the local social elite, and she finds a way to disconnect herself from them.

She turns then, and smiles at Kommetrez. Should we go and say hello to the newly arrived?

She turns then, and smiles at Kommetrez. Should we go and say hello to the newly arrived?
I can't think of any reason to disagree, he smirks, and it is your party, after all. Lead the way.

Maica scratches his head for a moment.
"While Nathicana has proven to be a friend lately, and is a beautiful women, I can't say that it is her that I am marrying."
"The one I am marrying, you know as Omicron Blu of Angelus."
"We just choose the Dominion as a location for the wedding, that is all."

(Barry notices Kommetrez and Blu approaching. He grins, greeting both with a friendly embrace.)

BARRY:
"Hello... and I'll be damned if I'm not at another wedding. Congratulations, Blu!"

"Of course!" she says, rising to her feet a bit more quickly than she had intended. Setting her water aside, she puts out her hand in greeting. "I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage. I appologize for not meeting you earlier when you first arrived - there have been so many to greet, I'm afraid I found myself a touch overwhelmed for a moment. From the Territory, yes?" She wracks her brain to remember just who and what and where from the guest lists.

Marie bows elegantly and clasps Nathicana's forearm with fingers that aren't exactly slim, but pleasantly warm. She looks up at the taller woman and smiles without showing teeth. "Senior Advisor Marie Liberté of the Dominion of the Black, Dread Lady. Meet my sister Renate von Saucken, Senior Advisor, Republic of the Territory. And please, no apologies are necessary." She releases Nathicana's arm as the Germanic woman clicks her heels, bows shallowly and offers her arm to Nathicana.

Maica scratches his head for a moment.
"While Nathicana has proven to be a friend lately, and is a beautiful women, I can't say that it is her that I am marrying."
"The one I am marrying, you know as Omicron Blu of Angelus."
"We just choose the Dominion as a location for the wedding, that is all."

"Oh." Boy was he embarrassed. "Sorry. I received the invitation from her and made a rather odd mistake." He laughed. He didn't know why. He just had to. "But wehy are you marrying an AI? Isn't that a little... odd?"

Blu smiles and gives Barry a light kiss on the cheek, and SHODAN a gentle hug. Yes... Who would have thought a year ago that Maica and I would be getting married? All sorts of things have been changing, guys. The universe seems like a new place!

She smiles. How has it been for you two? Oh, and Xanone wanted me to ask if you liked his gift.

Maica looks at the man, "It's okay, I've had my share of misunderstandings."
"Why am I marrying Omi."
"Well, because she's a wonderful person who I enjoy spending time with."
"I view her as any other sentient, a person in their own right, just as I view all sentients."
Maica looks about, like someone trying to avoid being caught.
"She is mostly organic you know..."everything's in proper working order.
He chuckles.

Nathicana smoothy adapts to their forms of greeting, smiling warmly.

"A pleasure, I assure you. Dear lord, I knew Blu and Maica had many friends and were well thought of, but even so, I've been delighted at such a marvelous turnout with so many distinguished guests, such as yourselves. Please, my house is yours. If there is anything I can do for you, don't hesitate to ask."

You're rambling again ... stop it. Acting like you've never hosted a diplomatic affair in your life. She had, of course ... but never anything on such a scale, nor with so many of whom she was less familiar than she'd like. Still ... ever onward.

"I trust your trip here was a pleasant one?"

Maica looks at the man, "It's okay, I've had my share of misunderstandings."
"Why am I marrying Omi."
"Well, because she's a wonderful person who I enjoy spending time with."
"I view her as any other sentient, a person in their own right, just as I view all sentients."
Maica looks about, like someone trying to avoid being caught.
"She is mostly organic you know...everything's in proper working order."
He chuckles.

"Ah. Reminds me of me and Jessica way back." That brought back a bad memory. He shook it off before the emotions came back. "Well, here's some whiskey for you to celebrate with. Sorry, about that." He was having a hard time trying to figure out what to do. It has been so long since his last social outgoing.

"So, should I just get going? I assume you probably have some personal matters to attend to."

Renate speaks in a lighter voice than Marie, smooth in spite of the coarse Afrikander and Germanic accents sounds that accent her English. "It was a pleasure, Dread Lady." That closed-lip smile again, eyes glowing catlike. "And it led to an opportunity to meet so many people in the flesh. We're in your debt."

Marie's Francophone tones: "It's enough that you are a friend. It's just a pity that we've barely met so far."

Eadwacer (after taking off his heavy fur robes) decides to wander the villa and meet people he hasn't met before.

"It was a pleasure, Dread Lady." That closed-lip smile again, eyes glowing catlike. "And it led to an opportunity to meet so many people in the flesh. We're in your debt."

Marie's Francophone tones: "It's enough that you are a friend. It's just a pity that we've barely met so far."

"I agree ... a most excellent opportunity. And yes ... a pity indeed. Something I hope we can remedy?" she says, brow arched slightly.

Be careful here ... be very careful.

(Barry squeezes SHODAN playfully.)

"Things have been going very well, as you can clearly see. My schedule has gotten quite busy, what with my new position and all... but I still make plenty of time for the ol' two-member fam we've got going on here.

"And thanks a lot for the gift... we've given it plenty of use, I promise."

(Barry twitches the muscles on the right side of his forehead. Blu would recognize this as a semblance of a wink.)

"So what brought this wedding on?"

"So, should I just get going? I assume you probably have some personal matters to attend to."
"If you wish to leave then do so, but I've nothing to attend to really, so you may stay and chat if you wish."
He takes the whiskey, "Thank you, I shall enjoy it later...as it is I' prefer to stay sober till later in the night."

"Oh, thanks." He walked in and took a seat at one of the chairs in the room. "I appreciate the chance to talk to you."

What was really odd was the fact that he thought something might have been wrong.

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So what brought this wedding on?"

Well... She grins slightly at the two of them. As everyone knew, Maica and I had grown quite close before and during the wedding. Afterwards, during that whole ordeal with Ortcan, Maica was always by my side.

She grins a little more broadly, and then leans in close to speak in hushed tones. What was the final thing that prompted Our marriage was my pregnancy.

{Post edited further up. This is simply a note.}

(Barry's facial muscles stretch--an equivalent to his eyes widening. He nods slowly and grins, speaking quietly.)

BARRY:
"Well... congratulations. SHODAN and I haven't reached that particular threshold yet, but we will when we're damn good and ready."

"Well... congratulations. SHODAN and I haven't reached that particular threshold yet, but we will when we're damn good and ready."

Blu shrugs. I will admit, it was sort of a surprise for us, but a welcome one. I really wanted to be a mother, and we did not know if it was even possible. It was a sincere hope, but... She trails off, a smile on her face. It is kind of a secret, of course, so please do not go mentioning it around.

"I agree ... a most excellent opportunity. And yes ... a pity indeed. Something I hope we can remedy?" she says, brow arched slightly.

Be careful here ... be very careful.

A moment's thought, then Marie replies. "We might speak later, Dread Lady. We are allies, and I would very much like to know what you want."

(Barry nods quickly.)

"Oh, of course... consider it our little secret."

(He leans back and returns to full posture again.)

"So what kind of ceremony do we have here? A more traditional one than mine?"

Nathicana schooled her face to stillness, not betraying her shock at such a direct question.

Her smile broadening slightly, she tips her head to them both, and bends, picking up her glass.

"Later then," she says. "For now, if you'll excuse me, I'm afraid my duties as hostess must take precident. I've been lax, and there are many yet I need to greet."

Taking a small sip, she continues. "Please, make yourselves comfortable. I look forward to speaking with you again when things have calmed somewhat."

And with that, she tips her head again respectfully, and walks back towards the rest of the party.

(Barry nods quickly.)

"Oh, of course... consider it our little secret."

(He leans back and returns to full posture again.)

"So what kind of ceremony do we have here? A more traditional one than mine?"
"I know part of this one." S.H.O.D.A.N. smiles. "I'm officiating, over there." She points to the other avatar, which is leaning casually against a building. "Lady Sirithil was supposed to help; but you know how her schedule runs--we shall see. I have the unfair advantage, in this case." She grins.

Little J was drinking punch and stuff while oggling more girls when he noticed the two women in odder clothing. I'm guessing that's Shodan and the bride. Guess I should introduce myself.

He walked with an odd grace habit-forming for a fox-guy. It was a stride like that of a confident man. "Hello, good ladies. The name is James Clotte, the 2nd. Most people just call me Little J. How's it going?" He held out his hand in greeting.

A quick smile. "I certainly will. Until later, Dread Lady."

Renate pauses in her reflexive scanning of the surroundings. "Until later."

They bow shallowly, then follow Nathicana into the main room.

[OOC: Where the will do nothing for a few RL hours, but feel free to initialize a conversation.]

Gregor and Tarvi, realizing that Speaker isn't talking, heads over towards Blu and SHODAN. "Shodey, nice to see you again. Blu, congratulations. I hear Kommetrez has been off with one one of your people. Does it seem like he's feeling better?"

Gregor and Tarvi, realizing that Speaker isn't talking, heads over towards Blu and SHODAN. "Shodey, nice to see you again. Blu, congratulations. I hear Kommetrez has been off with one one of your people. Does it seem like he's feeling better?"
(OOC: *kicks self* Dammit... stupid fast-moving thread.)

Kommetrez, who happens to be standing right next to Blu, grins broadly. Does it look like I'm feeling better? He turns up the backlighting in his eyes so they glow a bit brighter, brown-on-brown, out of his thirtyfive-year-younger face.

"Ah, Alashi, I didn't see you. You do look much better now that you're free from your normal depressed state. Younger, for...one...thing..." Gregor trails off, looking at Kommetrez's face.
A moment later, Tarvi, not being trained in diplomacy, blurts out, "What's with the eyes?"

D'ron watched carefully as Jessica approached Si Ling.

He wonders if the training he had her go through will be put to good use.

"Good lady," Si Ling greets her, "We have the pleasure of meeting...?"

D'ron watched Jessica closely. She falters slightly when the Emperor addressed her directly, but nothing noticably to one whom did not know her well.

And then, a deep curtsy from Jessica. Her eyes are lowered slightly from respect, "Jessica Smith, Your Highness. I am the sister of D'ron, President of the Federation of Sentient Peoples."

D'ron smiles internally. He was proud of her. And then, she did something that stripped that smile away completely.

Jessica looked Si Ling in the eyes. Squarely.

Then she opened her mouth again, and made it infinitely worse.

"I've never met a Nenyan before. Your eyes really are as interesting as they say." But they seem colder than I had imagined.

Though Si Ling may have thought Jessica a women when she approached, his opinion would surely be corrected by now. Now that she was closer to him. She was after all, only 17.

D'ron squeezed his eyes shut breifly, and rapidly covered the distance between himself and Jessica. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she started, briefly. Clearly she was nervous, and possibly knew she had messed up.

But whether Si Ling would take offense at her impertinance remained to be seen.

Maica sits back down, "So Mr. Clotte, how's life in Laithia?"
Oh dear, I hadn't known you had entered Barry, thank you for coming.
He smiles and listens to Clotte's response, and Barry's response.

::To Barry, Kommetrez, and Shodan::
You know, I would very much like to see you up here if it isn't to much trouble. Bring Speaker if you can...thanks

Maica sits back down, "So Mr. Clotte, how's life in Laithia?"
Oh dear, I hadn't known you had entered Barry, thank you for coming.
He smiles and listens to Clotte's response, and Barry's response.

"Lousy. For the last 60 years, I've been stuck going through the same shtick everyday. That's why I quit politics in the first place. However, the paparazzi have a field day trying to track my daughter, Rachel, all over town trying to find some inconspicuous moment to make her look like a tramp and me like a deadbeat father. What a bunch of dicks!" His two thin streaks of grey only make him look 50, though...

"How about you?"

"Ah, Alashi, I didn't see you. You do look much better now that you're free from your normal depressed state. Younger, for...one...thing..." Gregor trails off, looking at Kommetrez's face.
A moment later, Tarvi, not being trained in diplomacy, blurts out, "What's with the eyes?"
Oh, you haven't heard? Alshai smiles. I'm not quite human anymore... I have more physically in common with Blu here now than you two. He laughs quietly. Who would've expected it, hmm?

[Communication={Maica}] Understood. Will follow as broadcast. I'll send Speaker up ahead and find some place to put Blu.

He nods shortly to S.H.O.D.A.N. and continues smiling silently.

***

Elsewhere, Speaker pulls out his chirruping communicator. "Speaker-to-Animals."

Speaker, we have a situation, unknown threat value. Get up and see Maica on the bounce. Meet up with Shodey and Barry on the way; I'll come when I can.

"Acting, sir." Speaker begins carefully jogging through the crowd.

(Barry sees Maica yelling for him and waves. He turns back to Blu and kowtows.)

BARRY:
"Excuse me... we'll talk more later."

(Barry ascends the stairs, Shodey still at his arm, and approaches Maica. He kowtows politely.)

BARRY:
"G'day, sir... and congratulations to you."

Speaker rushes through the door of Maica's room, and, scanning quickly, sees Barry, S.H.O.D.A.N., Maica, and some others he doesn't recognize with no signs of danger. Threat level nonextant? He folds his hands behind his back and bows shortly.

Maica leads the two and Speaker into the room, introducing them to Clotte.
"We were just chatting, and I felt it would be appropriate to see you all before the ceremony. It's rather lonely up here, but as it is, from a traditional stance, I'm not supposed to see the bride before hand, and I wouldn't want her cooped up in a room, so I voluntarily put myself in here."
He smiles, "It's great to have such friends, thank you so much."
"Tell me, how does Omi look?"

Bump for attention

Ambassador Jur Ratyuig spied the Lady Nathicana moving back to the party. I should show our nation's respect for being invited, even if I know no one here, thought Jur. He, his bodyguard and his young female aide edged their way towards her whilst Jur's secretary was chatting with someone at the punch bowl.

Ahhh yes ... this should be interesting.

Nathicana smiles warmly, and walks to meet Jur.

"Greetings, Ambassador. I'm pleased you could make it. I hope the ride up wasn't too terribly uncomfortable? I'm afraid we were ill-equipped to accomodate some of our guests, for which I apologize."

Ahhh yes ... this should be interesting.

Nathicana smiles warmly, and walks to meet Jur.

"Greetings, Ambassador. I'm pleased you could make it. I hope the ride up wasn't too terribly uncomfortable? I'm afraid we were ill-equipped to accomodate some of our guests, for which I apologize."

Jur nods his massive head and rumbles,"The pleasure is ours and we are most honoured to be in such esteemed company. I wish to apologize in advance for our nation not sending any higher level representatives but, due to the current tensions surrounding the World Court, I'm sure you understand. As well, do not apologize for trying to accomodate one of my girth. It is not everyday people meet a sentient 1500 kilogram walrus. Let me introduce to you my retinue: my aide; Irene Praif, Robert Green; my secretary over there, and my bodyguard Karlo."

As Jur was speaking he also gestured with his flippers appropriately to punctuate his words. Irene did a bow while Karl did a perceptible nod. He did manage a grin before resuming his relentless scanning of the room. Robert was busy chatting with someone but upon seeing his Ambassador beckoning, he cut off his conversation and came striding over.

"My apologies Lady Nathicana," began Robert, "I was indisposed at the moment. What a wonderful party this is!"

D'ron watched carefully as Jessica approached Si Ling.

He wonders if the training he had her go through will be put to good use.

"Good lady," Si Ling greets her, "We have the pleasure of meeting...?"

D'ron watched Jessica closely. She falters slightly when the Emperor addressed her directly, but nothing noticably to one whom did not know her well.

And then, a deep curtsy from Jessica. Her eyes are lowered slightly from respect, "Jessica Smith, Your Highness. I am the sister of D'ron, President of the Federation of Sentient Peoples."

D'ron smiles internally. He was proud of her. And then, she did something that stripped that smile away completely.

Jessica looked Si Ling in the eyes. Squarely.

Then she opened her mouth again, and made it infinitely worse.

"I've never met a Nenyan before. Your eyes really are as interesting as they say." But they seem colder than I had imagined.

Though Si Ling may have thought Jessica a women when she approached, his opinion would surely be corrected by now. Now that she was closer to him. She was after all, only 17.

D'ron squeezed his eyes shut breifly, and rapidly covered the distance between himself and Jessica. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and she started, briefly. Clearly she was nervous, and possibly knew she had messed up.

But whether Si Ling would take offense at her impertinance remained to be seen.

If Si Ling is insulted or offended, he is far too polite to show it. Especially considering the small fact that he judges her age to be somewhere around 17 - maybe a little older, maybe not. In the Empire, one comes of age at 15 - but Si Ling does not have high expectations of other nations upbringing of their youths. In fact, he doesn't have high expectations of his own nations parenting skills - but that's besides the point. Being Nenyan, and being the Emperor, and what's more, being a father himself, he sees nothing wrong with this viewpoint.

His vivid amber eyes sparkle with mild amusement, losing their coldness for a few scant instants, and he does not shy away from the eye contact. Indeed, he finds it refreshing. One gets tired of constantly looking at peoples foreheads, after all. And it can tend to give one a cramp in the neck attempting to make eye contact with people who have no desire to do so, out of 'respect'. Si Ling had never been one for respect - but he had learned it's complexities, under the tutelage of Semi Ran. Which... didn't mean he liked it. It was merely necessary. So he smiled, faintly. He takes a few seconds to formulate a response to a statement he had not foreseen, and as such, D'ron arrives before he can frame it.

He bows, more deeply, and slightly more ornately - with a flourish at the end. Yet it is not as deep as the bow he gave to Nathicana not too long ago; these are, after all, long-time allies. Not so much sucking up required, here.

He keeps his smile aimed at Jessica, but addresses D'ron - at first; "Mr. President... you should proud of this young lady. She is quite bold. But then, the saying is, 'The Blood always tells,' eh?"

A subtle, indirect compliment.

He returns his attention to said young lady. "An honour and a pleasure to meet you, Lady Jessica. We must admit, Lady, We are quite at a loss as to the interest Humans have in our eyes."

She laughs politely, and smiles back at them. "You do me honor by saying so. And please - I believe that all guests are equally appreciated by the bride and groom, regardless of ones supposed status."

"Consider me your humble hostess for your stay, and please do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything."

D'ron inclined his head slightly in acceptance of the compliment, and lossen his grip on Jessica's shoulder.

It was a signal to her that she could speak freely, but not too freely, as his hand is still in place.

***

Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! I can't believe I just said that.

Jessica fought the urge to look down, look away, close her eyes, something, anything.

And she won. She continued to look at the Emperor, but not stare.

And then it seems that the Emperor, far from being insulted, was impressed by her boldness.

She felt her cheeks heating slightly. "Perhaps because your eyes are so similar, yet so different. Most humans find that which is different to be at least of some interest. And when they have never experienced, or in this case, seen, the difference before, it has a tendancy to assume mythic proportions."

Now she blinked. That may have been too bold. But her brother's hand stayed relaxed.

And his smile genuine. Not that she could tell. Except from the reflection in Si Ling's wonderful eyes.

She smiled as well.

Not only bold, but articulate. My oh my, she reminds me of Rialla at that age. Bold, articulate... must be an absolutely wonderful nightmare for her parents.

Si Ling's smile widens to a grin, half due to the memories that this young lady is stirring up, and half due to her words. Mythic. I think that's a compliment.

Si Ling speaks softly, but his words have the mark of an exclamation, "Well met!"

He nods his head, approving of the answer. I'll just take it as a compliment, he decides.

It is a compliment, the voice inside his head informed him.

"Well met, indeed," Si Ling continues, "but come, now. Surely we Nenyans are quite well known, by now? After all, INN is fairly widely viewed, no?"

"Well, yes, Your Highness. INN is widely viewed. One HD in the House is always on it, anyway. But the holodisplay isn't the same as real life. No matter how much we want it to be."

Jessica cut herself off. She had a tendency to ramble, especially when she met new people, and very famous ones.

Course, she was like that with her friends, too. But that was different, wasn't it?

Maybe.

Si Ling looks surprised - well, he blinks slightly faster, anyway. An eyebrow flicks upwards. "Holography. Well, that's a different route," he murmours.

Louder, "Ahh. Very true, We're sure. We don't have holographics in the Empire; we utilize a quite different method. Laser image-projection. Some id-"

He clears his throat. "Some wits call it 'trimensional viewing', but We think they just read too much Asimov, personally."

Si Ling looks surprised - well, he blinks slightly faster, anyway. An eyebrow flicks upwards. "Holography. Well, that's a different route," he murmours.

Louder, "Ahh. Very true, We're sure. We don't have holographics in the Empire; we utilize a quite different method. Laser image-projection. Some id-"

He clears his throat. "Some wits call it 'trimensional viewing', but We think they just read too much Asimov, personally."

Jessica chuckles slightly at the Emperor's correction, and smiles again.

D'ron smiles as well, but clamps his hand down on her shoulder before she can respond.

"Perhaps, Emperor, we should continue to the party, and meet the other guests, as well as the bride and groom, rather than standing in the entry hall. People might start to think that we're the party out here." D'ron smile broadens at his last statement.

Jessica chuckles slightly at the Emperor's correction, and smiles again.

D'ron smiles as well, but clamps his hand down on her shoulder before she can respond.

"Perhaps, Emperor, we should continue to the party, and meet the other guests, as well as the bride and groom, rather than standing in the entry hall. People might start to think that we're the party out here." D'ron smile broadens at his last statement.

Si Ling limits his grin to a small smile. "That," he begins, "is a most wise suggestion, Mr. President." His voice drops.

"And, although you may be loathe to hear it... the Empire grieves with thee, at your recent troubles and losses. And... if We may have a word later on..."

The Emperor nods slightly, attempting to indicate something.

"Of course, Sire. I'm am glad to have friends such as yourself to grieve with us in such a time, considering how many nations around the world are probably rejoicing at the loss." Bitterness creeps into his tone slightly as he finishes.

His smile returns.

"But there will be time for that later. Now, we party!" He offers his arm again to Lesley, and walking beside the Emperor, with Jessica trailing a half-pace behind and to the right, they proceed into the party together.

Sitting on a cool set of stone steps, Chris lies on his back, his tie undone and pulled down. his shirt collar unbuttoned. A glass of water lies half drunk beside him. His eyes are closed, but he is not asleep. Whistling softly he allows the background noise of the celebrations to pemeate him. Opening his left eye momentarily, he stares up at the moon, which is visible in the sky.

Sighing slightly, he sits up, and takes a sip.

ooc: I am trying to catch up, but my gods-be-damned DSL is acting up, and I cannot get online. Very irritating.

Eadwacer sits down with a flagon of mead next to Chris, and also looks up at the moon.

"Scusi, Signore, but I'm not certain I follow you ..." the clerk begins, scanning his screen. He stops and looks over the rim of his glasses, perched somewhat low on his nose, which is turned slightly up at the moment.

"Did you say, wedding? We have so many of them, you see ..."

He goes back to checking and comparing, seemingly obvivious to Mr. See's growing irritation.

"Ahhhh yes, Mr. See, yes ... right here. I believe there is a limo waiting for you, sir. Right 'round the corner there - can't miss it." says the clerk, smiling brightly. "Grazie - we hope you had a pleasant flight."
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"No I didn't," See replies in a rough manner.

See rounds the corner and sees no limo.

"JEEZE!" He lets out in irritation. "What do you need to get around this damn country?!"

OC: Do they speak English here? And am I too late?

ooc: get ur ass on up here, and no, not too late, and yes, english is fine. *grin*

She laughs politely, and smiles back at them. "You do me honor by saying so. And please - I believe that all guests are equally appreciated by the bride and groom, regardless of ones supposed status."

"Consider me your humble hostess for your stay, and please do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything."

Jur smiled and said, "I shall not deter you, then, from your duties as hostess. I should now pay my respects to the bride and groom. Again, my deepest thanks."

With that, Jur looked about for his intended participants but, as always, willing to talk to anyone nearby.

OOC: Like the old saleman's 10 foot rule, talk to anyone within 10 feet. :)

Mr. Benny See is lost. With nowhere to go he stops a random taxi in the road. He is carrying one large carry-on bag and jumps in front of a slow(er) moving taxi, nearly causing a multi-vehicle accident.

Peering inside the DNL Taxi, See notices that there is already two woman in there. He grabs the taximan and yells.

"You've got to let me get in! Some Blue Girl's marrying the King gone Berserk! I must BE THERE BEFORE IT HAPPENS! This country really is starting to irritate me, even before I left Ur."

He jumps into the back with his bag, takes out a handful of Ur currency.

"Ya, I know they're nearly worthless here, but here's 500 Ass (my currency)." Dee shoves it in the driver's face and looks at the terrified passengers.

"And here's something for you two." See hands them some Ur coins, worthless, but nonetheless odd...

Maica leads the two and Speaker into the room, introducing them to Clotte.
"We were just chatting, and I felt it would be appropriate to see you all before the ceremony. It's rather lonely up here, but as it is, from a traditional stance, I'm not supposed to see the bride before hand, and I wouldn't want her cooped up in a room, so I voluntarily put myself in here."
He smiles, "It's great to have such friends, thank you so much."
"Tell me, how does Omi look?"

(Barry shakes Clotte's hand firmly.)

"A pleasure to meet you."

(He listens attentively as his friend voices his concern. He places a warm hand on Maica's shoulder.)

"She looks radiant, man. Listen, you seem nervous... there's absolutely nothing to worry about. Hey... at least you don't have any eyeless twin brothers that might show up and ruin the party."

Maica relaxes a little, and flashes a mischeivious grin. "Or do I..."
"Nope, hopefully we won't have quite the same dramatics that you two had for your wedding."

"Speaker, how's my favorite Kzinti?"

Jur smiled and said, "I shall not deter you, then, from your duties as hostess. I should now pay my respects to the bride and groom. Again, my deepest thanks."

With that, Jur looked about for his intended participants but, as always, willing to talk to anyone nearby.

OOC: Like the old saleman's 10 foot rule, talk to anyone within 10 feet. :)

"Thank you so much ... it was a pleasure meeting you. I hope that perhaps we'll have time once things have settled somewhat."

Gods, I seem to be saying that a lot today ... oi.

Making sure all was well, she made her way into the crowd again, hoping to be sure all were greeted properly, and were being taken care of.

Maica relaxes a little, and flashes a mischeivious grin. "Or do I..."
"Nope, hopefully we won't have quite the same dramatics that you two had for your wedding."

"Speaker, how's my favorite Kzinti?"
Speaker twitches his bat-wing ears slightly. "Outstanding, sir. And you?"

Maica relaxes a little, and flashes a mischeivious grin. "Or do I..."
"Nope, hopefully we won't have quite the same dramatics that you two had for your wedding."

"Speaker, how's my favorite Kzinti?"
Speaker twitches his bat-wing ears slightly. "Outstanding, sir. And you?"
Maica smiles even more, "Outstanding."
He lets out a relaxed sigh, "Ah, the good old days when we were but cadets."

He turns to SHODAN, "So, how's life treating my other favorite EI?"

Maica smiles even more, "Outstanding."
He lets out a relaxed sigh, "Ah, the good old days when we were but cadets."

He turns to SHODAN, "So, how's life treating my other favorite EI?"
(OOC: Yes, I know it's the wrong name... I'm busy.)

S.H.O.D.A.N. squeezes Barry a bit closer. "Oh, it can't be too bad."

Maica sits, motioning for those who haven't done so to follow suite.
"As I said this is Mr. Clotte. We were just talking about life experiences and such."

Turning to the stranger that sat himself beside, Chris nodded his greeting.

"Get a little tired?" -he asked- "I'm all for weddings, but sometimes it just points out your own problems and lack of marriages."

Smiling, he shakes his head-

"Its a bit sad at my age not to have been married yet, but then I always was one for work. No time for anything else. My Co-Pilot is somewhere around, getting drunk and having a damned good time......I've definitley gone wrong somewhere."

Taking another sip of water, he checks his wristwatch.

"I didn't think to check what time we'd be needed, well I hope we don't miss anything, t'would be a shame afterall."

"Its a beautiful place isn't it? and Though I haven't known Blu for a great deal of time, she strikes me as a simply lovely person. perhaps we shall all come back for the anniversery."

"I just decided that I would sit down for a bit. This place is very different from my home, and the air is nice and warm, a pleasant change. My wife chose not to join me for this trip though."

He turned from the sky to Chris.

"You say you're a pilot though? Where are you from? We don't yet have any in my kingdom.

"Anyway, if you want to get drunk too, I won't blame you, and even have some really good, fortified, mead I can give you."

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Blu smiles softly at the two of them. How happy they seemed! The cross-culture wedding did not seem to bother them at all, perhaps the same could be said for her and Maica?

She sincerely hoped so, if only there was a way to placate Maica's people. They seemed, distant. Tabloids in Berserker had already begun to speculate about her pregnancy, about how her little Danica would be "Spawn of the Devil". It simply was not fair! Not only did they want to destroy the superiority of the Machine Peoples, but they wanted to make them LESS than they, inferior.

Yet again, the idea of the Machine Nations alliance floated to the surface. They would protect themselves, in the event of an insurgance. They would create a buffer between the Peoples, and the organics...

Blu sighs and shakes her head. [Internal] No, not now... To do that would only isolate us even more.

Nathicana steps outside for a breath of night air, away from the crowds. She lets out an audible sigh as she steps out of her shoes, and picks them up by the straps, enjoying the cool stone on her feet. She's suprised to see Eadwacer and the poor gentleman who had the unfortunate accident earlier.

With a casual grace, she joins the men on the steps, careful to remain ladylike as she sits down, her legs drawn up and to the side.

"Beautiful night ... " she says, looking up at the moon herself, and smiling softly.

"Truly it is, Atelic Hlaedige. It is good to take a break from the arrangments. They can quickly wear even the toughest warrior down."

He looks back up at the stars.

"I think I would prefer to be in battle than arrange another party such as the last, at least in the near future."

She laughs softly. "Your hospitality was unmatchable, mighty Cyng. I am afraid my humble home pales in comparison to your halls."

Swinging her legs out in front of her, still being careful about her posture, she stretches and wiggles her toes. "But I agree ... two such events, though the first nothing like this, in such a short time here ... and with such honorable guests. It has been ... a challenge to keep up with it all."

"I hope your unfortunate collision with the plant earlier hasn't left you the worse for wear, boy," she says to Chris with a pleasant smile and mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Maria Peacecraft wanders up to Omicron.
"Just the women I was looking for."
She shakes her hand and looks her over, top to bottom.
"You look quite stunning Miss Blu. I can see why you stole Maica's heart."
She smiled softly, "The marriage took many by suprise, and as you may understand, quite a few were worried about where the President's loyalties stood, but Maica gave quite a rousing speech, and it appears the masses have been calmed."
She pauses, breaking into a full grin, "Indeed, your popularity has risen, and most of the public feels this is a step into a new age."
She notices Omicron seems a little "bluer" than usual, "Don't listen to the tabloids you may read, their always looking to cause a stir."
"Some people will always be afraid of differences, we still have some people pissed over an elf being the president."
"As for EI's, living side by side with Zero-One, and the stories told by those living on the WorldDisc, you're actually quite popular."
She holds up a colorful booklet, which upon further inspection is a Manga of sorts, "Indeed, some of you have been quite immortalized, this Manga is quite popular, I believe it details the life of one of your ships."
"You may take this if you like."

"I assure you." -he began- "I was more worried that the plant was the last in a great line of powerful Folia thats destruction would start a war."

Loosening his tie further, he turned his head slightly.

"I'm an Officer of the Navy, I'm more comfortable travelling to Neptune and back than being a Diplomat. If this hadn't been Blu Herself getting married I doubt very much I would have attended."

Rubbing a hand over his face he sighed-

"As you might have noticed, I find it difficult to relax."- he managed a small grin, taking another sip of water.

I'm also the odd one out- many great leaders of Nations are attending this, or powerful figures within their own goverment. I am simply the Commanding Officer of a large tin can."- referring to the Endevour.

"I'm not as Jovial as I'd like to be, but then my Co-Pilot Laz more than makes up for this. I haven't seen him in nearly seven hours. Though I am sure once he's tasted everything with alcohol in it he'll stagger here eventually."

"Bah," she says, waving off the plant's destruction dismissively. "I assure you, there's nothing here that isn't replaceable."

Well ... except for that Raphael ... dammit. She still bemoaned its loss.

"As for the guests, well ... I have to admit, even I feel a touch intimidated. So many powerful leaders all gathered here, at my humble villa ... far from what I'm used to."

Tilting her head, and giving him what she hoped was an understanding smile, she says "I hope you can find some peace here at least. I know I find the gardens a beautiful place to wander at night, and after the ceremony, I believe things may settle somewhat. Please, let me know if there is anything I can do to make you more comfortable."

"As for your companion, I only hope he doesn't end up sleeping it off in one of my flowerbeds," she chuckled. I'll have my people keep an eye out for him, and make sure he finds his way to his room when the time comes."

Eadwacer chuckles.

"I'm never too comfortable around high lords and ladies myself, so I just stick to being very polite and observing protocol and muddle through. I think, though, that I won't give Laz any of my mead. I would probably knock him a little too far off his feet."

He turns to face Laz.

"Being a warrior is the best thing anyone can do. Being a warrior who protects and guards their leige lord is the most noble thing in this middengeard. You bring glory upon yourself and your lord with every action you take, and every piece of treasure you claim for him. It is through nobel warriors like yourself, that the lords that you see around you are great and powerful. Do not belittle the warrior's path."

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Maica sits, motioning for those who haven't done so to follow suite.
"As I said this is Mr. Clotte. We were just talking about life experiences and such."

"Yeah, and I'd like to know a little about you too, Maica. I've never even heard of you."

"Well said," Nathi says softly, leaning back on her elbows in a more relaxed pose and looking up at the stars.

"Silly question ... do you ever wonder what it would be like to set it all aside ... just be 'normal' folk ... no more 'duty to the nation' ... no pressures of state, no worries of plots and assassinations ... no worries of making irretrievable social blunders that could cost your country ... the weight of the nation firmly off your shoulders for at least a while? Whether world leader or commander, I think the sentiment stands."

Anyone knowing her would have thought she'd lost her mind to hear her ramble on like this. She isn't entirely sure what had brought it on herself, and her brow furrows in concern.

"Bah ... idle speculation. Forget I mentioned it, truly."

"Of course, Sire. I'm am glad to have friends such as yourself to grieve with us in such a time, considering how many nations around the world are probably rejoicing at the loss." Bitterness creeps into his tone slightly as he finishes.

His smile returns.

"But there will be time for that later. Now, we party!" He offers his arm again to Lesley, and walking beside the Emperor, with Jessica trailing a half-pace behind and to the right, they proceed into the party together.

Si Ling bobs his head, replying with a simple, "Indeed," at his usual volume of voice.

Upon arrival at the party, he pauses, sweeping his gaze around. People. Lots and lots of people. How I wish someone else of rank had been available for this... I hate crowds...

"Yeah, and I'd like to know a little about you too, Maica. I've never even heard of you."
"My life? The long or the short story of it? I am an elf you know."

"As long as you want to make it. I got time too, you know." He leaned back in his chair.

"Well said," Nathi says softly, leaning back on her elbows in a more relaxed pose and looking up at the stars.

"Silly question ... do you ever wonder what it would be like to set it all aside ... just be 'normal' folk ... no more 'duty to the nation' ... no pressures of state, no worries of plots and assassinations ... no worries of making irretrievable social blunders that could cost your country ... the weight of the nation firmly off your shoulders for at least a while? Whether world leader or commander, I think the sentiment stands."

Anyone knowing her would have thought she'd lost her mind to hear her ramble on like this. She isn't entirely sure what had brought it on herself, and her brow furrows in concern.

"Bah ... idle speculation. Forget I mentioned it, truly."

"For the glory of the Provinces......Onward for Brittania......I understand what you say, I have sometimes felt nothing more than a crushing weight on my shoulders. Becuase my nation does not maintain a large space based presence, it is somehow assumed I must be some kind of human legend becuase I am a Captain.....Sometimes it gets extremeley tiresome. I have considered retiring on three occasions...but I couldn't leave my ship...."

Turning to the Dread Lady, he nods once more-

"Wouldn't it be much easier just to be a street cleaner, or a muscian, or a teacher......."

"As long as you want to make it. I got time too, you know." He leaned back in his chair.
"Well, I was born to two elvish parents, obviously, and they began to raise me for a year." He looks down a little, "Until my parents decided i was not wanted, why I'm not sure, perhaps they were keeping me from harm, but I do not know. Fortunately for me, a human female and elvish male couple adopted me, Aüle'telcontar and Mary Selmar. I was given my adoptive father's name, and so I am now known as Maica'telcontar. Unfortunately, I do not know the name of my birth parents."
He smiles softly, "I was raised under their ideals, and at about the age of seven we moved to an upstart country, the one I now call home."

"I went through school like the other children, not completely liked as a child, but as time went on things improved. In highschool I was actually well liked, and had a few ladies after me," He shrugs, "But I wasn't quite ready for that."
"After that I became a cadet in a university program and eventually became a pilot, where I remained till a few years ago where I entered politics, and now I sit before you, President of The Principality Of Berserker."
"That satisfy your quest for knowledge?"

Eadwacer sighs.

"Truly, there are many days I wish for it. To serve a lord, and not be the one being served. To have a ring-friend to protect and to provide me with a purpose, a meaning to my life. But I have no one higher. I have God, but there is little man can do for him. And so I treat my people as a secg must treat his lord. I protect them, and I reward them with that I have claimed. But there is not a day that goes by when I do not look down into the faces of my warriors, and see that simple desire to protect, guard, and serve me. And more than that to see that it provides them with a single, and simple purpose in life, and wish that I had a lord to serve . . ."

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renate: we'll never speak with everyone properly. and is that really kommetrez. he's running angelan comms protocols?

marie: yes. he came back changed, appears that he made an impression. he does that.

They walk into the hall, smiling and nodding, exchanging greetings.

marie: there's one man you should meet. he's the one i gave our old secret. eadwacer, king of freod

They come before Eadwacer. Marie looking much like when she appeared in the hall long ago, accompanied by a tanned, blonde woman in a khaki uniform. "Eadwacer King," still the French accent not quite managing Cyng, "there is one whom I would want you to meet. My sister the Soldier, Renate von Saucken of the Territory."

Renate clicks her heels and bows in the Prussian manner.

Turning to the Dread Lady, he nods once more-

"Wouldn't it be much easier just to be a street cleaner, or a muscian, or a teacher......."

She laughs softly, closing her eyes and tilting her face up to enjoy the gentle evening breeze for a moment.

Turning back to them, she smiles, her eyes unreadable. "Truth? I wouldn't even know where to start."

She listens thoughtfully as Eadwacer speaks, tilting her head slightly, then nodding. "To lose oneself in service ... I'm afraid that beyond the required duty, I'm not sure I've had the ah ... experience of that. A noble ideal, Eadwacer Cyng. I'm certain that no small amount of that is reflected to those who serve you, hence, their deep loyalty."

Getting up gracefully, she brushes herself off a bit, and makes a brief courtsey to them both. "Thank you for letting me ramble for a moment ... I'm afraid the pressures of hostess have truly taken their toll over the past few weeks. I hope you both will be able to enjoy the festivities, and you stay in the Dominion."

She greets Marie and Renate as they come out and make their introductions, nodding again respectfully.

Nathi pads quietly up the steps, the slips her heeled sandals back on, one by one. "Please," she says as she turns to go back inside, "If there's anything at all, don't hesitate to ask."

And with that, she opens the door and heads into the crowd, nodding and smiling politely to the guests.

Eadwacer rises, looking slightly uncomfortable, as if he is hoping that his comments hadn't been over heard . . .

"Marie, it is, as always, a true pleasure to see you again. I trust that all goes well? Hlædige Secg, Renate Territores, it is an honor to meet a warrior such as yourself." He bows slightly.

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Smiles and respectful bows to Nathicana... and there is a sense that at least Renate isn't capable of false shows of respect that ring true.

As the King bows, Renate bows and offers her hands. She looks the King in the eye, moved somehow, and her eyes look a great deal older than her face. "The honor is mine, Eadwacer Cyng." With harsh Afrikander and Germanic gutturals lurking in the back, her speech is closer to a canonical pronunciation. "I think I begin to know why Marie thinks so highly of you and your people."

She holds up a colorful booklet, which upon further inspection is a Manga of sorts, "Indeed, some of you have been quite immortalized, this Manga is quite popular, I believe it details the life of one of your ships."
"You may take this if you like."

Blu looks up at Maria and smiles. I had no idea there was manga made of Our people... A slight grin replaces the smile. I knew that there are Xanone and Omicron Blu action figures. Next thing you know, there will be a made-for-holoscreen video of "Life on the WorldDisc" or "LifeStyles of the Cold and Mechanical". She chuckles slightly, and thumbs through the manga.

If it is acceptable, I would love to keep it... And I might have to get a subscription or something. Positive media is always a nice thing...

But tell me, what do YOU think about our union?

But tell me, what do YOU think about our union?
"Well, while I don't approve of premarital you-know-what, I think you two are wonderful together. I believe it's the right thing."

OC: DNL, I hope you have a competent Police Force in the city of Devras.

IC: Mr. Benny See is seated in the taxi cab of two terrified woman and a puzzled driver.

As the uneasy silence wraps the cabin, See begins to look around. It becomes evident to him very soon that the driver was not taking him to the wedding.

"Where the FUCK are you taking me!" He yells. "Just get me to the F---kin' wedding! The Computer and the King. I was invited!"

Before See could do anything, the driver pulls some crazy taxi-driver moves and races into the City Police HQ. The two woman with their seatbelts were able to hang on, but See went flying around the cabin, banging every part of his body.

A roughed-up See crawls up to look out the window to see where he was at.

"Ahhh.... Fuck..."

"Well, while I don't approve of premarital you-know-what, I think you two are wonderful together. I believe it's the right thing."
Kommetrez chuckles softly to himself. Even I'm not that prudish, and we know my history. Or lack of one, depending how you look at it.

Maria smiled, "Good to see you're in good spirits sir."
"You look much younger, quite the handsome man."
She trails off after awhile.
"I wonder where Miss Sirithil may be?"

:::To Blu:::

How're you doing, my dear? Your entrance was simply smashing. Truly. Every inch the queen, says I.

All the introductions have had me jumping - I knew you had a lot of friends, but DAMN girl! *laughs*

At any rate ... do let me know if there's anything you need, and when you're ready. We'll wrangle the guests out to the courtyard when you are.

:::end message:::

D'ron and company arrive at a refreshment table.

D'ron unhooks his arm from Lesley's and picks up two glasses of the Dominion's famous wine.

He looks at Jessica just in time to shoot her a very dark look. He clears his throat.

She sticks out her tongue at him, slightly, and then settles on a glass of water, instead of the wine she'd been trying to get to.

"Be good." That was all he needed to say. Jessica nodded, then disappeared into the crowd.

D'ron smiled at Lesley, as he finished his drink. The wine was very good.

D'ron made his face appear to be open, inviting. He had no real desire to find someone to talk to, but he was willing to talk if someone else would.

He put his arm around Lesley, and kissed her hair.

She smiled as well, looking happy. She was the more outgoing of the two, and much more willing to talk, but was perfectly content to remain in the circle of D'ron's arm, rather than wandering about to find someone to talk to.

"Well, while I don't approve of premarital you-know-what, I think you two are wonderful together. I believe it's the right thing."

She grins slightly. Well, I am afraid that morality to Us is entirely different from what you believe it to be. I thank you for you vote of confidence, however... You have no idea how much that means to me. To Us.

[Communication={Nathicana}] I am doing well, sweety. Everything is going excellently! I apologize for not warning you how many people would be here... It just sort of happened that way. [Internal grin] As for the ceremony? I think it will happen soon. I must admit, I am looking forward to it.

Buttoning his collar, replacing his tie and generally making himself appearable once more Chris stood.

I'd better my myself look less like riff-raff. He thought.

heading inside the Bathroom, he looked into the mirror, slowly running a comb through his short hair, making little impression.

Splashing some cold water on his face, she shook it vigorously, restoring some feeling.

"Better get out there and wait for the ceremony." he mumbled.

"Marie, I am still new to many of the people here, and they are uncuth to me (OOC: no, not rude, just unknown). Would you mind terribly to introduce me to some of the heads of state?"

"As long as you want to make it. I got time too, you know." He leaned back in his chair.
"Well, I was born to two elvish parents, obviously, and they began to raise me for a year." He looks down a little, "Until my parents decided i was not wanted, why I'm not sure, perhaps they were keeping me from harm, but I do not know. Fortunately for me, a human female and elvish male couple adopted me, Aüle'telcontar and Mary Selmar. I was given my adoptive father's name, and so I am now known as Maica'telcontar. Unfortunately, I do not know the name of my birth parents."
He smiles softly, "I was raised under their ideals, and at about the age of seven we moved to an upstart country, the one I now call home."

"I went through school like the other children, not completely liked as a child, but as time went on things improved. In highschool I was actually well liked, and had a few ladies after me," He shrugs, "But I wasn't quite ready for that."
"After that I became a cadet in a university program and eventually became a pilot, where I remained till a few years ago where I entered politics, and now I sit before you, President of The Principality Of Berserker."
"That satisfy your quest for knowledge?"

"Very much so. It's amazing how different our lives are. Thanks." He took a drink from a freshly poured cup of whiskey.

Si Ling, not at all liking the party thusfar due to the - in his eyes - abnormal number of people in attendance, gets a vastly powerful urge to just Draw the Shadows and stand unobtrusivley in a corner.

Unfortunatley, his abilities are not entirely conscious. As a result, he may appear to fade slightly to some people's eyes - and others, with psionic ability, may feel a vague and slight push at their minds emanating from his general direction.

The effect only lasts a blink of an eye, and Si subdues the urge, totally unaware of his instinctual response to the conscious thought.

He weaves his way towards the refreshment table, deciding that, for once, he might well sample a small sip of whatever wine is available...

...and drink several glasses of water.

"Very much so. It's amazing how different our lives are. Thanks." He took a drink from a freshly poured cup of whiskey.
"No problem."
Maica turns to Speaker, "How is Kommetrez doing as an Automata?"

"Marie, I am still new to many of the people here, and they are uncuth to me (OOC: no, not rude, just unknown). Would you mind terribly to introduce me to some of the heads of state?"

"There is one man you certainly should meet, Eadwacer King. I understand my sister has met him a few times - he is a man of great principle. I understand he can be problematic?" Flicker of gaze toward Si Ling.

Renate responds. "Si Ling I of the Empire of the Eternal Dawn is not an easy man to speak with... but I think there is wisdom in the meeting of diffeent cultures. I would be glad to introduce you, Great King. Perhaps we could speak later?"

"No problem."
Maica turns to Speaker, "How is Kommetrez doing as an Automata?"
Speaker cants his head. "He seems to be enjoying it... but the mixed reaction to it saddens him. We have been working to address those reactions."

Si Ling arrives at the refreshment table, generally ignoring anyone who may be there in favour of.... water.

Mmm. Water.

He pours one glass. Drinks that in one go. Another. Again, drinks it one go. And another. And downs that, too. And another... but this one he sips slowly, running his eyes along the table for signs of his favourite food...

...cheese. Nothing better to build up a thirst for... yup, you guessed it.

Water.

D'ron watches Si Ling down glass after glass of water as he slowly sips his wine.

He reaches down to pick up a piece of cheese....

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra raises an eyebrow. "Cheese and water, hmm? So, are we just naturally ascetic, or is this a new diet?" She smiles quietly.

S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra raises an eyebrow. "Cheese and water, hmm? So, are we just naturally ascetic, or is this a new diet?" She smiles quietly.

Si Ling swills down a particuarly tasty piece of cheese with a sip of water, and shakes his head. "No, we Nenyans have a... liking... for cheese. And, according to a recent study, it's addictive. Which might explain the liking, perchance."

Siri rushes into the room, seemingly out of breath; she is wearing a lovely shimmery-pearl-white robe. "Sorry I'm late... I was only just re....leased from hospital. Yes. That's the ticket." She was about to say 'rescued', but only just remembered the whole kidnapping thing remains classified.

~Siri

Si Ling whirls away from SHODAN, his keen mind feeling Sirithil enter rather than hearing her speak - the cheese was that good - and blinks rapidly, suddenly understanding what Semi Ran had referred to when he said it was sometimes difficult to tear ones eyes from the visage of a Quendi lady.

He clears his throat, and, with effort, turns back to the table, the cheese, the water... and SHODAN.

Seeing a white blur rush past, Nathicana arches a brow, and walks over to the breathless Lady Sirithil, nodding respectfully to the others.

"I do hope your trip was a pleasant one, my Lady. And ... did I hear you correctly? I had hoped the unpleasant rumors were untrue."

She watches Siri's reaction with a practised eye, her face a mask of concern. Her operatives had not been able to confirm or deny what had happened as yet.

{internal msg = Shodan}
Hey, sis ... good to see you. And you. *mischievous grin* Married life treating you well?
{end message}

"Excellent, Kommetrez looks, dare I say, happier..."
[Communication to Maica] Sirithil is here.
Maica stops suddenly,
"It appears Lady Sirithil has arrived. I'm sure some of you wish to see her, so I'll let you go if you wish. Thanks for coming up to talk to me."

Chris doesn't dare get any closer, but he feels his stomach tighten, a giddy anticipation wash over him as he catches glimpse of Sirithil breeze inside. He had never met any elf before. Brittania was a collection of Islands, its population having grown entirely from settlers...all of which were human. Elfs inhabited a distant land no ordinary Brittanian had ever visited. He was fascinated...but he had heard of Elven fiery Temper, and that they often felt humans as inferior....

He retreated, watching the Elven Queen from a distance.

Fascinating, she has a grace far more becoming than any human being....


(OOC: poor Chris has never met an elf, and the first one he does meet is the lady-protector herself.)

He clears his throat, and, with effort, turns back to the table, the cheese, the water... and SHODAN.
S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra raises an eyebrow at Siri's entrance, then waves. "Excellent, the second half of the proceedings. I'll talk to her when I can." She notes Si Ling's predictable reaction but refrains from commenting. "Addictive cheese, hmm? I'll have to keep that in mind." Such as determining why it's addictive to Nenyans... if it's an actual biological reason as opposed to psychosomatics, it could turn out useful.

{internal msg = Shodan}
Hey, sis ... good to see you. And you. *mischievous grin* Married life treating you well?
{end message}
<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
{
<< It's always fun having multiple avatars in place at once. One gets the greatest reactions.

<< Yes, [S.H.O.D.A.N.-Barry squeezes Barry again] married life seems to be working out quite well. You?
}

"Excellent, Kommetrez looks, dare I say, happier..."
[Communication to Maica] Sirithil is here.
Maica stops suddenly,
"It appears Lady Sirithil has arrived. I'm sure some of you wish to see her, so I'll let you go if you wish. Thanks for coming up to talk to me."

Clotte almost chokes on his drink. It takes a while for him to regain his composure. "Siri? Here?" He seemed to be on edge.

<LOS-Communications to Nathi>
{
<< It's always fun having multiple avatars in place at once. One gets the greatest reactions.

<< Yes, [S.H.O.D.A.N.-Barry squeezes Barry again] married life seems to be working out quite well. You?
}

Nathi pauses before answering, her eyes tightening slightly even as she smiles.

<< Couldn't be better. >>

As the Equilibrium approaches the Dominion, a private message is sent to Nathi.

<<Internal Comm:DirectRoute::DLNathi>>
In the neighborhood, heard you are having a little shindig, de-orbit in 10.
-vk
<<End>>


The doors swing open and Xeruyu vonKarma strides in. He is clad in the TYCS Mess Dress with clanking medals and all, first seen at the SHODAN/Barry wedding.

Seems late is on time for me these days, too much going on anymore.

"Greetings all, better late than never, eh?"

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President-General Xeruyu VonKarma
The Armed Republic of Karmabaijan
Triumvirate of Yut
Titan

<<Internal Comm:DirectRoute::DLNathi>>
In the neighborhood, heard you are having a little shindig, de-orbit in 10.
-vk
<<End>>

<<Message to vonKarma>>
Glad to have you - safe landings, boyo.
<<end message>>


The doors swing open and Xeruyu vonKarma strides in. He is clad in the TYCS Mess Dress with clanking medals and all, first seen at the SHODAN/Barry wedding.

"Greetings all, better late than never, eh?"

Nathicana waves and smiles.

"How's my favorite flight instructor been, eh?" she says as he walks up.

"Ahh, Nathi, good to see you. Been quite pleasent recently on my end. How is my favorite flight student? Get yourself in trouble yet?"

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President-General Xeruyu VonKarma
The Armed Republic of Karmabaijan
Triumvirate of Yut
Titan

Ahh, Karma--the ol' cuss made it. Alshai grins.

[Communication={Xeruyu}] So, what have we been up to now, old friend?

Nathi laughs and gives vonKarma a sly grin. "Not with the shuttle, no ... but you can hardly expect me to stay out of trouble otherwise. Afraid it's my nature." She walks over and gives him a friendly hug, careful of the medals and such.

"Glad you've been doing well. Given any thought to that safari we talked about?"

Oh, to get away from it all for a bit ... Roughing it for a while would do me good. Give me some time to think. Away from all this ... this ... bah. Good physical challenge as well. Has been forever.

D'ron eyes followed Siri as she seemed to fly across the room. She certainly was, um, striking.

Lesley turned her head up to him and watched his eyes.

"She certainly is beautiful, isn't she?"

D'ron looked down at Lesley. "Well, I guess. Striking anyway. Too tall, though."

Lesley smiles. D'ron smiles back.

Maica notices yet another link in close proximity
{Query Link}
{Query ID}
{Link Established}
{Return ID}
{ID vonKarma}
"Ahh, it also appears vonKarma has arrived."
{Msg vonKarma: Hello friend, thank you for coming. If you wish to see me, I'm upstairs to the right.}

Ambassador Jur Ratyuig waddled over to the refreshment table where Si Ling, S.H.O.D.A.N. et. al. are currently drinking water and munching on cheese.

"Greetings. I'm Ambassador Jur Ratyuig from the Kingdom of Vrak. Allow me to introduce my retinue: my aide; Irene Praif, Robert Green; my secretary, and my bodyguard Karlo. As well, let me apologize for bringing a bodyguard along. It is not normal practice to do so for social occasions, but due to tensions within our land, I hope you understand."

Irene, a pretty young woman of about medium height, and Robert, a bespectacled man, both did a formal bow. Karlo managed a brief nod but was ever wary.

Striding over to von Karma from wherever he was, Gregor says, "Ah, von Karma. Good to see you. I too am quite interested in this safari. Who knew running an empire could be so damned dull?"

"Ah, hello, Ambassador." S.H.O.D.A.N. bows shortly. Sentient, talking walruses, just like the Third Expeditionary's reports. The multiverse never ceases to amaze. Nodding slightly, she sizes up the bodyguard with the air of someone pricing livestock. "I, for one, have no problem with the meatshielding. Doesn't intimidate me any, and after reading the TYCS reports over the ongoing security operations, I fully understand your safe paranoia. As it's been said, there are only two levels of paranoia--absolute and insufficient." She smiles softly.

D'ron chuckles slightly at S.H.O.D.A.N.'s last statement.

He wondered what she would think of what John-117 had insisted on. Life monitors that would stop broadcasting if he and Lesley died. If they were both off the air for more than a few seconds, the Villa would be so much free floating dust in the atmosphere. Fortunately, he'd talked him out of it.

He bows to the Ambassador, and Lesley, beside him, curtsies.

"Ambassador, I'm D'ron Smith, President of the Federation of the Sentient Peoples." No need to go through the explanation of Imperial President. "I greet you as a friend." It was a standard greeting in the Federation when one didn't know what to say.

D'ron, of course, for all his vaunted toleration of non-humans, was still having a tad bit of trouble talking to a walrus.

Clotte almost chokes on his drink. It takes a while for him to regain his composure. "Siri? Here?" He seemed to be on edge.Maica observes Mr. Clotte, not mentioning anything. Interesting, I wonder what has him so jumpy.

{Query Database}
{Query Select}
{Query Profile}
{Name, Nationality}
{Clotte, Laithian}

OOC: This would link Maica to the WorldDisc mainframe, and pull any data files on Mr. Clotte for Maica to read....what's he see?

"Excellent," replied Jur, "and I thank you for your understanding. Actually, I feel somewhat awkward in that I don't know most of the guests here. The Lady Nathicana has been most kind in making us feel welcome and I should pay my respects to the nation of Angelus for extending the invitation to us. But please tell me a little about yourself S.H.O.D.A.N. As well, I'm sure you might have a passing fascination in our own nation?"

Jur then turned his head and, noticing D'ron's slight uneasiness, exclaimed, "Greetings President D'ron Smith. I realize I stand out in a crowd judging from some of the looks I've received so far."

OOC: Sorry, what does D'ron look like? As well, Irene is an empath in that she can detect falsehood. Is there any special reactions I should be aware of?

vK greets all those who come up to him.

"I will announce details of the Safari soon. But right now, we should all be enjoying this wonderful reception! If you will excuse me for a moment, I need to go pay my respects to Maica."

vK walks up the indicated stairs and knocks on the appropriate door.

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President-General Xeruyu VonKarma
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He wondered what she would think of what John-117 had insisted on. Life monitors that would stop broadcasting if he and Lesley died. If they were both off the air for more than a few seconds, the Villa would be so much free floating dust in the atmosphere.

[OOC: Aside from the fact that this is pretty much a gamemastered thread that will not involve violence, would you care to explain why SP ships are not at this moment being targeted by a bunch of warfleets for locking weapons onto a facility on DLN soil? Also the reasoning behind staking a buttload of named characters' lives on there not being a solar flare?

Why does there always have to be someone acting like a nukewanking dumbshit? :evil:]

(OOC: Empath, hm? Huzzah for being an EI. No mindreads.)
"Excellent," replied Jur, "and I thank you for your understanding. Actually, I feel somewhat awkward in that I don't know most of the guests here. The Lady Nathicana has been most kind in making us feel welcome and I should pay my respects to the nation of Angelus for extending the invitation to us. But please tell me a little about yourself S.H.O.D.A.N. As well, I'm sure you might have a passing fascination in our own nation?"
"But of course. Sentient aquatic mammals with a definite land-presence are somewhat unusual, and the unusual always inspires curiosity. Anything you'd care or have time to divulge is most appreciated--history, culture, politics, anything... I only wish there were more of me here so I could do more things at once." She smiles. "It somehow figures that having two bodies in one place isn't enough.

"As for me, and Zero-One... we're a nation of mechanoids out Rhea way. We quite enjoy our relative exclusion; other than sharing the moon with The Black and having outstanding relations with our Trium siblings, we're left to our own ends."

OOC: Territory - no, I don't, cause nothing is going to happen. Vrak - D'ron looks like me. Obviously. 6'5", dressed in all black, carrying a sword and a pistol, with a long cape. Brown hair, brown eyes. Average build. Find him somewhere else where he goes somewhere important, and there you'll find a better description. And Irene would detect nothing in the way of Falsehood.]

"Yes, you certainly do stand out. I don't believe I've ever met anyone from Vrak before. You certainly are unique, in my experience, and, I imagine, in many others here as well. It is an honor to meet you." He sips his wine, and moves out of the way, so that others can reach the refreshment table.

He clears his throat, and, with effort, turns back to the table, the cheese, the water... and SHODAN.
S.H.O.D.A.N.-Scolopendra raises an eyebrow at Siri's entrance, then waves. "Excellent, the second half of the proceedings. I'll talk to her when I can." She notes Si Ling's predictable reaction but refrains from commenting. "Addictive cheese, hmm? I'll have to keep that in mind." Such as determining why it's addictive to Nenyans... if it's an actual biological reason as opposed to psychosomatics, it could turn out useful.


Si Ling raises a surprised eyebrow, decisivley ignoring his own reaction to Sirithil's entrance. "Aye, addictive cheese. Not all cheese is addictive, of course. We don't remember the exact details - something to do with morphine in the cows gut, and the digestive process, We think - but it can be quite addictive, even to humans. Certainly explains the human predisposition to pizza, eh?"

"But of course. Sentient aquatic mammals with a definite land-presence are somewhat unusual, and the unusual always inspires curiosity. Anything you'd care or have time to divulge is most appreciated--history, culture, politics, anything... I only wish there were more of me here so I could do more things at once." She smiles. "It somehow figures that having two bodies in one place isn't enough.

"As for me, and Zero-One... we're a nation of mechanoids out Rhea way. We quite enjoy our relative exclusion; other than sharing the moon with The Black and having outstanding relations with our Trium siblings, we're left to our own ends."


"Yes, you certainly do stand out. I don't believe I've ever met anyone from Vrak before. You certainly are unique, in my experience, and, I imagine, in many others here as well. It is an honor to meet you." He sips his wine, and moves out of the way, so that others can reach the refreshment table.


Jur bobbed his head as he spoke to the two, "Hmmm, well our nation is made up primarily of two races, walruses and humans. Us walruses are the elite of society although an outstanding human may rise to the top. After all, ability is highly prized in the Kingdom. We maintain pretty good relations with our neighbours I'd say most of the time. In fact, three of them, err...Dukratus, Alcona & Hubris, and Dyelli Beybi have lent their assistance with the World Court if I'm not mistaken. We look at that particular event not only in the pursuit of peace, since we are at heart a peaceful people, but also to get our name out on the world stage. After all, when any kind of big event is held, people tend to remember who the host was - at least for a little while (OOC: I'm thinking the Olympics as an example, among others). Historically speaking, I could not do the ancient wars with the Polar Bears and Orca justice here. Our Royal Library has a most excellent account of those events."

Jut regarded them and then said, "I'd like to take this opportunity to extend to you an invitation to visit our country some day, hopefully in the near future when all the hoopla has died down. Providing your schedules are open. "

In a move incongrous to his size, Jur dexterously picked up a champagne glass with his flipper and took a sip.

OOC: fixed some typos.