NationStates Jolt Archive

(Original thread: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98847 )

Damien's soul had been waiting in limbo between the realms, deciding on what path he should choose. He had thought about what the strange figure had told him, but he felt as if something had been left out. He felt as if the figure was purposly not telling him something....but he couldn't put his finger on it.

He had made his decision, and he appproached the figure. My mind is made up, and my course is set. The figure took a few steps forward, saying Good! in response. The figure attempted to take his hand, but Damien did not budge. I do not believe what you said. You seemed almost hesitant to tell me extactly what the Gods had in store for me. Think of it, the nightmares, the entire fucking nation going straight the Hell, dosen't that tell you something? The figure was taken back abit. Excuse me? Damien cut him off before he could finish. If my destiny was truely to die at the hands of a traitorous bitch, then there would be no reason for you to speak to me. But...you have, you've seemed eager to "guide me to the Light", to take my place in the spirit realm. You know what that tells me? It tells me you're afraid. You're afraid of what might happen if I turn away from you and choose my own path. You're afraid, admit it. The figure was speechless. Damien turned the opposite direction, and replied one final time. For better of worse, I stand alone.
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Damien's heart monitor stopped for the 4th time, and again the doctors rushed in. They hit him several times with the paddles and admistered adrenaline, but nothing could revive Damien. After 10 minutes of no activity, the great Automagfreek Warlord Damien, nicknamed Damien Dreadfire by his beloved Panteran brethren, was pronounced dead at 7:06 pm. Under full escort, his body was taken to Draegor-Langendorf Funeral Home where preperations were being made for his funeral.

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His eyes red and mouth quivering, Minister Hartman slowly made his way to the head of the podium, and began his speech.

Good evening ladies and gentlemen of the world. Today, we the people of Automagfreek have suffered a terrible loss, possibly the greatest in our history. Our leader Damien Dreadfire did not recover from his wounds. He died at exactly 7:06 pm today, and his funeral will be held in 2 days.

A loved and hated man, Damien did exactly what he said he would do, take his nation to heights that it never reached before. Well, for better or worse, he succeeded. He improved the state of our nation 3 fold, and although the road was rocky towards the end, he always had hope for the future, and he always did what he thought was best for his people. He loved his people more than anything, and I'm sure they'll miss him greatly.

Damien, wherever you are, may your soul rest in peace for all eternity. Goodbye friend.

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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-
G.D.O.D.A.D

"We regret to hear this. Our nation gives it's deepist regreats to AMF. We hope that AMF will contiue to paly a major roll in the world still. I'd like to attend the funural."

North-eastern Europe President
Andrew Goodman

--International Statement--

Though, we by no means ever supported Damien, the unfortunate death of Mr. Dreadfire has hit New Genoa as a surprise. Surely, it would take someone with a blacker heart and more malicious mind to overthrow the Damien Dreadfire. We fear the repercussions of this assasination will be massive indeed. Something is brewing. Something evil.

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President Carter turned in his bed constantly as his dreams were plagued by nightmares. Nightmares that had been plaguing him for three whole nights before Damien had been killed.

He saw darkness and in the background the mortified shrills of New Genoans and Freeks together screeched. He heard explosions and the sound of a machine gun firing endlessly along with the shouts of its commanders. The darkness vanished and he saw himself in a desolate desert with thousands of mutilated bodies littering its floor. The world was going to undergo something that had never happened before and President Carter sensed it in his dreams...

<OOC: Yeah...>

"We regret to hear this. Our nation gives it's deepist regreats to AMF. We hope that AMF will contiue to paly a major roll in the world still. I'd like to attend the funural."

North-eastern Europe President
Andrew Goodman

That you may. Anyone that wishes to attend the funeral of Damien Dreadfire can come.

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John Kimble
-AMF Information Ministry-
G.D.O.D.A.D

"Thank you. Too bad too. It would have been nice to see Damien destroy an invasion if Russian Forces happens to over step it's bounds."

North-eastern Europe President
~Andrew Goodman (http://img.atpictures.com/trigun/trigun59.jpg)

We offer our condolences and send flowers to whatever family this leader may have. If he has no family, the flowers can be donated to an orphanage.

I offer my condolances to the people of AMF, I hope that the new leader of AMF has the same charisma and strength of hand that Daimen used to guide his people through the toughest times.

~General Theallas

Quin Izumi cursed at the news. He would go to the funeral by himself. Prepreations must be made quickly...

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I would like to inform Minister Hartman and Minister Kimble that I will be attending Damien's funeral, whatever the circumstances between our nations may be.

--Offical Statement from Quin Izumi (http://www.atpictures.com/display.php?g=gundam&img=gwing093.jpg)

Although we are not necessarily a friend of Mr. Dreadfire, we see this assassination the way as our New Genoa friends. We feel that the assassination is just too suprising, and will create much repercussion and other effects. We hope that the new ruler of Automagfreek could have new policies and manage the nation well.

--Foreign Affairs Ministry

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"Damien Dreadfire is dead," an aide told the Omzian President Gagarin Vansare in his office in western Osaria. It is early morning in Osaria, he've just got here. "You can look at the TV, not a joke."

The President stepped into the "entertaiment" room of the Omzian Presidency Headquarters, passing guards. Turning on the large TV, he quickly browsed to the News Channel -- Omzian State News Network Channel #3.

"Welcome to OSNN News Channel. Top International story today, the Automagfreek ruler Damien Dreadfire passed away today from gunshot wounds at 7:06pm Automagfreek time. This..."

The President turned off the TV, and the room fell silent...

The aide after a minute broke the silence. "Don't know what will happen, heh."

Another minute of silence. Dreadfire's death did not sadden or excite the President, nor any Omzians. It came by a shock.

I regret that I did not have the opportunity to meet Damien Dreadfire while he lived. From all accounts he was a great and powerful man, and would have been a worthy adversary, if not a noble friend. I will attend his funeral on behalf of all of Wretchengard.

Bradley Steelblood
Overlord of Wretchengard

Lowly Mallbertan Technician:

'That's tragic, it really is... however, could we interest you in a MALLNET fungal intelligence as an... interim leader?

"He's dead, sir. Minister Hartman just announced it." The aid who spoke did so solemnly.

Icarus Traiden nodded slowly and tapped his fingers on the gold plated armrest of the chair he sat in. "A real tragedy. I'm sure no one in the entire world could have seen this coming." He sighed, then looked to the young man before him, "I'll go myself. It's the least I could do for Damien... and for the rest of AMF. Make ready my ship and inform Hartman of my impending arrival."

The aid nodded and quickly rushed out of the room.

Andrew steped on his plane. "I wounder why he was killed and by who." He thought to him self. His plane took off from the airstrip headed towards AMF.

North-eastern Europe President
~Andrew Goodman (http://img.atpictures.com/trigun/trigun59.jpg)

The day came, and the day went. There was no cabinet meeting called, as there had been the day before. There was no message of condolence to the Automagfreek government, as there had been after the death of President Kaye. The fears of Andrew Kane had infected them all, and none, save for perhaps Sophia Kahler, had much interest in pursuing the subject.

Kahler, for her part, worked feverishly. She was on the phone with the CSID, the embassy in Freek City, and contacts in Sniper Country and Pantera, alone in her office, trying to pin down the current political situation in Automagfreek. Facts, she knew, were the best antidote to fear.

Speaker Michael MacFarlane was also in his office, pacing. He felt... no, he knew that something had to be done, but he had no idea what it was. He sat down, and pulled up the file Kahler had put together on Rayne Xolantra. Hmm. I don't see things improving much under her rule, but her history doesn't exactly paint the picture of an evil person. Just an ambitious one. The observation failed to put MacFarlane's mind at ease.

Kane and Matthew Griffith, in separate rooms, packed their bags. Their presence was required at the Augnista Conference. The nation of Augnista had recently shaken off the chains of oppression in a massive slave revolt. This was a crucial stage in Augnista's new era of freedom, and both Kane and Griffith were relieved to be leaving. The same thought was in both their minds: We'll continue the fight for freedom where we can do the most good.

Sara Davidson, head of the Augnista Conference delegation, whistled as she packed. She hadn't been at yesterday's meeting, and her youthful zeal had thus far insulated her from the atmosphere of dread that seemed to hang over Daiel's government district. Dreadfire's death was, to her, just another event in a world full of them. She looked out her window. The bright blue sky recalled in her memories of her childhood in sunny Doering.

And on the other side of the world, the storm clouds gathered.

(OOC: And for the record, I still think President Kaye was a far greater man than Dreadfire.)

The cabinet of the Starfighter Administration watched in silence as the broadcasts were completed. There was no anguish; Dreadfire wasn't one president they were either fond of or hated. But this caused great unease.

Nova: "So... Dreadfire's been killed."

Kiro: "The question is, now, what does this mean? Does it mean that the people are finally deciding to get rid of oppression? Or are they welcoming extremism in?"

Heero: "It's hard to say. This wasn't an eaily defined person."

Trowa: "One thing's for sure, though... Damien was in major power in that country. And that makes it even more dangerous."

Quatre: "So... is this a good thing or a bad one?

Zechs: "Hmm... hard to say just yet. We'll have to wait and see."

Wufei: "We can't! No one saw this coming, and events are going to move rapidly. It's safe to assume that we have to act quickly, whatever we do."

Duo: "Wufei's right. This is a fairly big nation, which is dangerous enough in itself, but compounded upon the fact that its a nation that has had a long history with us, it's even more so for us."

Hirokiri: "So whatever we do... we have to do quickly and decisively."

Lord Christopher Scott is greatly saddend by the passage of Damein Dreadfire. We feel for the nation of AMF and the loss of its noble leader. The High Lord will without a doubt be in attendance. Today, all flags will be flown at half mast in LCS, and will continue for the week.

Quin Izumi cursed at the news. He would go to the funeral by himself. Prepreations must be made quickly...

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I would like to inform Minister Hartman and Minister Kimble that I will be attending Damien's funeral, whatever the circumstances between our nations may be.

--Offical Statement from Quin Izumi (http://www.atpictures.com/display.php?g=gundam&img=gwing093.jpg)

2 Figures stood talking in the capital complex...
"Make sure he doesn't leave it..."
The 2 parted silently...

Transmission to AMF:
"We are deeply saddened by the death of Damien. Such a great person should not have had this happen. Surely, he was meant to guide AMF with his mighty hand. Whoever did this is tempting with fate, and fate has a tendency to set things against those who demeen her. We will both be attending the funeral. However, due to political pressures and threats, the Empress will not be attending."
-Governor Azura Indoril (Governor of Bajon)
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-Governor Derek Rone (Governor of Nephtali)
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Bajoni Storefront (http://hometown.aol.com/enkubusa87/index.html)
~The Nocturnal Empire of Bajon~

Whispers flood Pantera, and some few escape the shores of the Reavers to cross the oceans and mountains. The whispers are that Bastien the Bronze, Warrior King and matchless conqueror, sat and wept at the news of his friend's passing.

The truth, though, was much more troubling. Indeed, his eyes were wet, but the tears would not fall. The searing rage he felt inside burned the salty drops away before they could fall, while his anguished roars were terrible and wild.

So, Bastien takes his sword and a jug of aged spirits, and withdraws into seclusion atop the Seastone Palace. Into the night he hones the great blade, losing himself in the repitition. Thoughts awash with grief and the lust for the reckoning, the Lord Reaver contemplates his next move, and the whore he is so sure robbed the world of a mighty leader.

The words the crone had spoken to he and Damien so long ago echoed in his head repeatedly"The Dread Fires rise again, and the Shining Prince takes up his sword. With the Dawn they come, to cavort and rejoice at the Crows Feast."

Sighing, Bastien lowers his wetstone and his sword, thinking, Gods, Dreadfire... Where will we be without you?

Personal Statement from Premier Bomfy

Neither words, nor poetry, can even express the sheer saddness of I and the people of the Aequatian Republic, again, we stand to see the great Empire of Automagfreek endure through yet another national tragedy with the death of another great leader.

A national day of mourning has been declared in the Republic. Since Automagfreek is our Republic's oldest and closest ally, I and Deputy Premier Kate Juno would be greatly honoured to attend the funeral of Damien Dreadfire.

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Premier Bomfy
Centrist Republic of Aequatio

A modified hypersonic bomber left Vrak. Aboard was Ambassador Jur Ratyuig along with a small delegation.

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To: Automagfreek Diplomats
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps
Subject: Funeral

We send your nation our condolences. Ambassador Jur Ratyuig and a small diplomatic delegation are currently enroute.

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President Vladimir Putin gave a nation wide broad cast to the people of Russia just minutes after the death of Damien. "Generals,Soldiers,Comrades....its a sad day. Damien Dreadfire has fallen to a dreadful assassination plot which has no Russian involvement at all. I Ask all citizens to mourn for the death of Damien since he always placed his citizens at risk for the survival of Russia severals times. Though a member of the most hated GDODAD, he will always be friend in our hearts of the Soviet people. I Vladimir Putin will visit Damiens funeral but if i am assassinated Russian Forces will blame this assassination on Rayne for falsly accusing Russia of the death of Damien. Given the tensions now.... without comrade Damien our two nations could possibly go to war. "

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Russia readying for a brutal war.

*Claps*

Yes, I'm sure we all believe Mr. Putin. We all know who was behind this... that accursed heathen dog, Overlord Mosherak of Baggera! He wanted to eliminate a rival for power in GDODAD! CRUSADE! CRUSADE! Death to the elf hater!

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Prince Alexander Tyral Black
Prince of The Most Holy Principality of Roania; Conqueror of Jiggolostic; Protector of the Commonwealth
(Grudging) Minion of Elentari Sirithril
Ally of SATO; WBO; CENNA

Who gave him sugar?

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Grand Vizier Alysanndra Ellestrea
The Most Holy Principality of Roania
Member of the Orange Party

I was being sarcastic.

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Prince Alexander Tyral Black
Prince of The Most Holy Principality of Roania; Conqueror of Jiggolostic; Protector of the Commonwealth
(Grudging) Minion of Elentari Sirithril
Ally of SATO; WBO; CENNA

Our heats go out to the Dreadfire family, and to Automagfreek, the nation. We certainly hope we shall soon find out who assasinated Mr. Dreadfire, but meanwhile, we have lost a great friend, and all the nation's flags will fly at half-mast.
Erfin Caws
President, Liverpool England

Bastien roared his displeasure, watching reports of Russian mobilization and this Rayne's attitude. He hated to put himself in her hands, but he seriously doubted she would try anything while he was in attendance. If she did, he would raise those Freeks still loyal to the Pact and would tear her down.

This matter of the Russians was troubling, but he had his doubts that they had anything to do with Damien's death. Putin was not a fool, and would know that when the truth came out, and it would, that Russia would be scourged by Reaver and Sentinel. Not his style besides, Bastien thought.

With Dayne gone whoring in some place the Gods could only tell, he did not like to leave Pantera without a Vayne in his stead. There was nothing for it though, he would not miss Dreadfire's last farewell or allow the nation he fought for to be torn apart.

His message was curt as his jet screamed ever closer to AMF: I have come to bid farewell to my brother.

King Dave Goh will attend Mr. Dreadfire's funeral. We must once again express our condolences to the nation of Automagfreek.

Don't anger me, Roanian. I do not take kindly to accusations of assasanation well at all, no matter if they were sarcatic or not. Watch your mouth or you will know what it is like when I order a leaders death. Now if you excuse me... I have unfinished business.

-An extremely irritated Overlord Var'chak, who had his bath interuptted

OOC: Seriously... NEVER accuse my leaders of killing off other nations leaders, allies in particular. It pisses them off good and they will retaliate with force if you push it.

OOC: Payback for the lapdog comment. :?

OOC: Payback for the lapdog comment. :?OOC: Ah... well, just don't say that again. I really don't want to fight a war I'm assured to lose. Prepare for a lot more trash talk from Var'chak though. ;)

IC: A shuttle streaks through the atmosphere, carrying Rasputin II, Prime Minister of Baggera. Var'chak would have attended, but he had serious doubts about Rayne. They were still well away from AMF and a message was sent, verifying that they were cleared to arrive.

Meanwhile a ship in orbit fires a small shell at the Roanian capital, the target was the courtyard of the palace. It had no warhead and simply carried hundreds of pieces of paper saying: 'Don't push me, infidels.'

OOC: Last silly Roania vs Baggera post by me. :P

Official Release from President Allenson of Tappee.

Even though Tappee is a Member of the LAGD and AMF a member of GDODAD. I would like to extend our condolences to the people of AMF in the loss of their great leader. Even though our two countries have not agreed in things, we still wished no harm to Damien Dreadfire, he was only doing what he felt was good for his country. As a sign of Good faith and in the interest of maintaining peaceful relation between our two countries, I would like to attend the Damien funeral. However, if I’m not wanted I will respect your countries wishes. I await your response.


Signed

President Allenson of Tappee

Member of LAGD

His Majesty the King of Dr_Twist has sent the Following Message to AMF

The People of the Kingdom of Dr_Twist would like to send there Deepest condolences to the AMF people for what happened, this has been a Major blow to any possible re allying of our Great Nations. During a Session or Parliament 1 Minute of Silence was held in his Honor.

The Kingdom has Also stated that Massive Amounts of Military Hardware have Begun Flowing into Bulgaria.

Edmund was caught between his newfound feelings for Alyssa Drake, the Templar Commander who may very well have stolen his heart, and the news of the death of Damien Dreadfire, his inspiration. With tears flowing openly down his cheeks, he adorned himself in black clothing, he would mourn, mourn a man whom he knew too be evil, a man that didnt trust him.

He straightened himself out to speak to Bastien, a man who was undoughtedly in worse a state than he.

Sending Encrypted Transmission to Pantera; begin message please....

The screen prompted a response, and Edmund did not know how too continue, so he spoke as Bastien would...from the heart...and damn the rest.

"Bastien, I dont care if you dont trust me, or what you think. Damien is dead and we both know that some bullsh-t is going down. Either we let his death go to waste, or we avenge it. I am with you, on whatever you decide, but you must be quick or more time will be lost, Time that may well be our only oppurtunity. I do not trust this Rayne-person, and I would like too know exactly what the f--- is going on."

Bastien recieved the message from Edmund as his jet was making the final approach to Automagfreek. His smile was grim. As hard as he tried to dislike him, the lad had flair, and it would seem, loyalty. Together he and Damien had taken his kingdom and returned it, thrown the boy down a flight of stairs and destroyed a rogue legion of his Templars, yet he continued to lurk, always ready to help. Damien had disliked him, but then he had disliked most everyone.

Bastien thought he would need a loyal companion, over the coming days. His encrypted reply was curt,"Your feelings are shared. Keep your eyes open, and Drag the Waters."

The pilot of the Lord Reavers great crimson hulled jet radios AMF and informs them of their final approach.

"So that whore's in control now, eh?" the young Sky Marshall asked Emperor Nemerov.

"Hold your tounge...something will come of this..." Nemerov replied.

"Are you going to make a statement?"

"No...but I'll attend the funeral..."

"By hologram?"

"Naturally."

"May I make a statement?"

"If you feel the need..."

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"I woke this morning to the fires within, too warm for comfort, but not hot enough for pain. Upon being briefed, I discovered that the great Damien Dreadfire had fallen. Sad...angry...I neither lashed nor cried out, merely keeping my true feelings within until this moment. Mr. Dreadfire led the Freeks in a new direction to a new place...one not easily reached. And it was in my rise and right before his fall, that he said these words, some of his last, to me:"

Zephyr took a piece of paper out of his pocket. He never intended to read this to anyone...but then again he never intended Damien to die.

I have heard your words, young Zephyr, and I am rather impressed. You remind me alot of myself in my younger days....such fire, such passion....such ambition. I forsee a bright and historic future for you young Zephyr, but I want you to know this: with great change comes great resentment. I forsee you rising to power and taking your nation to new heights, much as I did with Automagfreek.

Expect your quest to be filled with doubt and jealousy from your peers, but do not cave under the pressure. If the flame inside you never dies, then there truely be no stopping you in whatever you set your mind to.

I look forward to watching you mold a new future for your people.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is a future that Damien Dreadfire shall not ever see...not because of my lack of ability...but because he was viciously slain at the hands of one of his own. Doubt and jealousy? There is not doubt in my mind that some jealous fiend within the Freek nation laid waste to Damien in her selfish rage."

Zephyr paused. He had said "her", following a suspicion, instead of "their". He shook it off...perhaps the word would be missed.

"The flame inside Mr. Dreadfire did not die, ladies and gentlemen. No...it was put out before its time...before the wick was but half burnt. But while my thirstings for vengeance slowly grow, as each day without Mr. Dreadfire dries my mouth further, I will not let the memory of this flame die. It will burn inside of me, the emperor, and all of the Orion Sector, for many years to come. With a hardened heart I will return to my room tonight, and prepare for a future yet to come. People of the universe, I have a future. Tonight...let us remember those who don't."

A grand sound picked up among the audience as applause rang throughout the city. Zephyr shook his head...some one would pay for this...some one would pay...

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Sky Marshall Michael Zephyr
Commander of the Imperial Fleet and Marines

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly,
In the Orion Sector which includes:
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, XIII,
Aeisis, Bivens, Esthar VIII
Orion Sector Alliance Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

EDIT = QUAD POST :shock:

EDIT = QUAD POST :shock:

Nearing Automagfreek airspace...

"Automagfreek control. This is Vrak Diplomatic Flight Omega 99. Request permission to land. I say again, this is Diplomatic Flight Omega 99 requesting permission to land. Over."

Jur settled himself uncomfortably in his seat and privately mused to himself.

Something tells me that this may be more than a funeral.

The King was on his plane when he got an urgent call from his Government Head. "King, Defence Minister Marc just phoned. He seems to be in trouble and needs a national jet."
"I'm using the only national jet!"
"Darn."
-Automagfreek-
1409 hours
"AMF Control, LE National Jet 005 needs permission to land, repeat, requesting permission to land, Over."

As the many national leaders closed in on AMf in their planes for the funeral, one couldn't help but notice that a few had other more important things on their minds...

Zephyr, entering the office and seeing Nemerov, took a deep breath and addressed the man.

"I will be joining your hologram when it makes its journey to the funeral on Earth," he stated.

"Do you really think that's wise?" Nemerov questioned, noting that Zephyr did not ask his permission but instead ordered him. "Especially with the stance you took against the Sol system, where Automagfreek is located. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=98776)"

"It appears that I do not have a protective hologram of convincing quality," Zephyr replied, not budging on the issue. "Besides, we will make a grand entrance into the system, showing them all what will happen if they go against our ways."

"A shot will not be fired, my young Sky Marshall," Nemerov ordered.

"Then no ship will be left behind," Zephyr exaggerated.

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Sky Marshall Michael Zephyr
Commander of the Imperial Fleet and Marines

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Emperor Alexander Nemerov
Star Empire of Steel Butterfly,
In the Orion Sector which includes:
Steel Isle, Steel Moon,
CTaNbHaR Eabo4Ka, XIII,
Aeisis, Bivens, Esthar VIII
Orion Sector Alliance Premier,
Order of the Seraphim,
(Un-named Trade Consortium)

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Andrew's plane touches down at the AMF airport, still thinking who could have killed Damin. He steps off the plane and gets in a limo headed to the embassy.

Andrew's plane touches down at the AMF airport, still thinking who could have killed Damin. He steps off the plane and gets in a limo headed to the embassy.

North-eastern Europe President
~Andrew Goodman (http://img.atpictures.com/trigun/trigun59.jpg)

DIPLOMATIC COMMUNIQUE {
From: Office of the President of Goobergunchia
To: Automagfreek Foreign Affairs Ministry
{
Although Damien Dreadfire disagreed with Goobergunchian policy on nearly every issue, we are nevertheless saddened by this news. In our opinion, no good will come of it.

Lord Goobergunch, Goobergunchian President
Founder of the DU Region
UN Member
UNAOTO Member
LAGD Member
}}

"AMF ground control this is Tappee flight Eagle one request permission to enter AMF airspace

The Tappee Presidential plane known as Eagle One changed course so that it would remain in international airspace. The plane was running perpinidicular to AMF airspace.

President Allenson had not recieved word wether or not it would be ok to attend Dreadfire's funeral, but he felt the it would be a sign of good faith if he did. So until he recieved word here he would wait.

OOC: I suppose this isn't the best time to point this out, but "reside" doesn't have that meaning, Auto. The word you're looking for is "recede" or "subside."

OOC: I suppose this isn't the best time to point this out, but "reside" doesn't have that meaning, Auto. The word you're looking for is "recede."

OOC: I meant to post it like that. Resides means to dwell permanently or for a considerable time . "The Flame" always symbolized Damien's rage and whatnot, and now that I'm kinda drifting away from NS, Damien is going to stay dead, hence why instead of "The Flame Returning" (I'm sure you've heard me say that.), the flame resides in the Spirit World. "The flame resides...Damien passes" is two ways (combined) of saying that Damien has gone home to the spirit world, the Flame hasn't receded, because it exists in another dimension now.

I'm pretty sure everyone else kinda thought it meant something smiliar...but oh well.

We just fear that the new leader will be more evil than the former.

Attention inbound pilots, you are cleared for landing at ULE City International Airport, over.
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Damien had been embalmed and placed in his casket, ready to be returned to the Earth. There had been much sadness across the entire country, for Damien was well like among the people....his people. As the now westing (Native American term for dying and/or dead.) warlord lay motionless, the doors of the funeral home opened, and the many thousands lined up to pay their last respects to the once proud Damien.


OOC: Sorry for the short post.

OOC: I kind of took it to mean that although Damien physically passed away, his fierce spirit remains within the soul of all the Freeks.

OOC: I kind of took it to mean that although Damien physically passed away, his fierce spirit remains within the soul of all the Freeks.

OOC: Nicely put.

"YM, we've been cleared for touch-down."
"Go on then."
As King Dave landed on Automagfreek soil, he was wondering about the crisis back home. A close friend of the nation's had also recently passed away, and he had had a tough decision to make.
"Get me to the funeral venue."
"Yes, YM."

Bastien's landing was conducted without fanfare or excitement. Instead, the great jet touched down and his party left it, Bastien, his wife Aquila Windwail, and his sworn sword, Caval the Warhound.

Bastien's face was set in a scowl, and his garb is somber. A lacquered black breastplate bearing the shadowcat crest of his House, black leggings and undercoat, with his fabled shadowskin cloak hanging down his back, its stripes shining brilliantly in the sunlight.

[i]"Hound. Find us transportation to the funeral. And find me Hartman. I have need of a friendly face, eh?[i]" The look Bastien shoots at his Hound is meaningful, and Caval is quick to understand as he hurries off in search of Minister Hartman.

The Vrakian plane lands after Pantera and taxis to its designated spot. Two bulky bodyguards exit first and, after seeing nothing threatening, Ambassador Jur Ratyuig waddles out. The huge walrus, replent in ceremonial dress and with capped tusks, looks about and sees the Panteran delegation. Since there is little to no contact with that nation, he merely nods if they happen to make eye contact. Besides, reasoned Jur, there will be plenty of time for formal introductions when the time is appropriate. I hope someone informed the Freeks that I can't usually fit in a normal limo.

President Allenson waits inside Eagle One as his security team clears the area. After he's given the clear he makes his way off the plane.

"How long until we head down to the Funeral" he asked one his advisor.

"Not long. We should ha you down there in a little bit sir."

Edmund opted for a Mach 3 fighter jet transport over the luxury of his jet, as time was short.

As he and two other jets landedcarrying is Templar Escorts, he got out and took off the G-Suit that was over his suit, he was wrinkled but he didnt care as he grabbed his Dark Trenchcoat and put it on over it. He was here to pay his respects to Damien, and speak with Bastien.

He looked over to the Vrakian Walrus, Sunnuva Bitch, the Klatchians are here too, at least Vraks are the more reasonable. he thought ot himself as the Templar Guards assumed protective positions around him.

"All right Guys, first things first. Lets find Bastien."

Goodman sits in the limo waiting, "Where are we going?" He asked. "To the embassy, sir. I don't know when we'll be there." He awnsered "Ok, thank you." Goodman said.

North-eastern Europe President
~Andrew Goodman (http://img.atpictures.com/trigun/trigun59.jpg)

OOC: Auto...any response from Rayne about Zephyr's comments in his speach?

OOC: Auto...any response from Rayne about Zephyr's comments in his speach?

OOC:

Auto, is this dead in the water?

OOC: Sorry I haven't responded. I've been off NS for awhile now.

IC:

The afternoon was clear, and the sun was bright in the sky. ULE Cemetary was filled with many hundreds of people waiting to pay their past respects to Damien. Sitting silently in his casket, Damien's body was ready to be returned to the Earth Mother. The casket was suspended over the 6 foot hole, and around the warlord's body AMF dignitaries stood. Representatives from aound the globe had gathered to remember Damien Dreadfire, the man that forever changed Automagfreek. Hartman and Kimble began making their way from person to person, thanking them for coming.


A priest dressed in a black robe made his way to the front. He carried no book nor paper, but instead what he would say would come from his heart. The massive crowd grew silent, and everybody began taking their seats. The priest cleared his throat, and spoke.

Brothers and sisters, Freeks and friends, I thank you for coming. Darkness has once again engulfed our nation, for our most beloved leader Damien was struck down in his prime. I come to you today and ask you not to mourn Damien's loss, for mourning was not his way. Damien was a truely special being, given to us by the high Gods themselves. The flame that was inside him raged for many years, and many felt it's wrath. Damien would not want you to weap for him, oh no. Instead, he would ask us to find whoever commited this atrocity and strike down upon them with great vengeance and furious anger. Such was Damien's way, for in Damien's words, "Anger can accomplish more than despair." I can assure you Damien, oh great warlord of Automagfreek, that your memory shall never be forgotten, and your assassin will be brought to justice. Your legacy shall never fade, and your name will live on forever.

The priest then raised his hands to the sky, and began an ancient ritual. Oh Great Spirits of above, hear me now. You have given us a great gift, but now we must return him to you. His body will be planted inside Earth Mother, and his spirit will be yours once again. Oh Spirits above, protect Damien on his journey to the Spirit Realm. Great Spirits, through your graces, amy Damien's legacy echo throughout eternity!

A chilly wind quickly blew, then faded. The priest lowered his hands, and began praying over Damien's body. He waved his hands over Damien, and placed two pieces of red obsidion over his eyes. Taking a step back, the priest then bowed his head, and Damien's casket decended into the hole.

A sudden crackle of rifle fire could be heard as the 21 gun salute commenced. Looking on as Damien decended into the hole, Hartman, Jackson and Kimble were silent and teary eyed. Rayne on the other hand occassionally glanced at her watch, and sighed heavily from time to time. She did not want to be there, but she tried her best to fake it.

The casket had reached the bottom, and service was officially over as dirt was poured on top of Damien. The warlord's body had now been returned to Earth Mother, and now power had officially transfered to Rayne. She now took over as acting Dictator of Automagfreek.

AMF dignitaries continued to visit with their friends from abroad as the service was now over.

Jur Ratyuig kept his great head bowed throughout the entire ceremony except when the priest began his ritual blessing. He observed it with keen interest, since various cultures and their practices is his academic field of study which he shared with his colleague Kir Opru. Being the trained diplomat he was, he carefully gauged the faces of the Automagfreek dignitaries as well as others in attendance. Having made up his mind, he ventured over to Hartman and said, "Might I have a moment alone with you? I have a message to convey on behalf of a particular organization."

With him was his aide carrying a rather long and ornate wooden box.

Rubbing the moisture from his eyes, Hartman walked away from the main crowd of people.

Now, what is this you speak of?

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Minister Hartman
-Minister of Foreign Affairs-
G.D.O.D.A.D

Jur slowly took out a finely-crafted scoll case from his inner vest pocket and handed it to Hartman.

"Minister Hartman, I am merely a messenger in this case and don't know the contents of this scroll. All I know is that is was meant for someone who held a high rank in your government and that the contents of this box is for your nation to do as you wish."

At this, Jur waved a flipper at the wooden box.

"I was told that you ought to read the message first before the opening of this box as per my instructions. I can assure you though that your personal safety is not at risk in any way."

OOC: Please check your telegrams Auto.

The nation of Miweenia, being a nation of solemn people, have sent forth waves of merchants in the wake of Damien, all of them bearing:

AMF Political action figures.

Including: Minister Hartman, with Kung Fu Grip!

Also is Damien Dreadfire, with Butt-kicking action!

Profits will be dedicated toward putting a little plaque somewhere obscure in memory of Damien.

Tomus Cone, SCHMUCK
Brown-noser to the Board,
Dartboard for the CEO
Centrifuge, Miweenia

We are saddened that Damien Dreadfire has passed and the First Lord wishes to appologize for not attending the funeral but we did not recieve notice in time. To attone for this error, the following will happen for a period of twenty-four hours: all official flags will be flown at half mast, all banners will be draped in black, unit patches for military and police will be covered by black armbands, and a lone bagpiper from the Royal Blackwatch Regiment will play "Amazing Grace" at sunset.

<Scene: Late at night, ULE City Cemetary>

It was now night, and the funeral had long been over. Damien's cold body laid peacefully in it's coffin, 6 feet underground. Headlights cast shadows on the surrounding grave markers as a van drove towards where Damien had been laid to rest. As it quietly came to a halt, several people dressed in black exited the van. Once began loading a shotgun, and one of the mysterious figures said, What do you need that for? The man finished loading the gun and replied, Damien is just as dangerous in death as he was in life. I'm not taking any chances.

The figures started taking shovels out of the van. Did you get Damien's blood? Said a shadowy voice. Yeah, but the damn security system at the funeral parlor was tough. I've got it though. Another replied. Shut the hell up you two, now get to work! A third (slightly angry) voice uttered. The figures made their way towards Damien's grave, and began digging. Deeper and deeper they dug, until they hit Damien's coffin. Alright, pry his ass on out of there.

After a few minutes, they dragged Damien's lifeless into the van and drove away, only after reburying the now empty casket. After a 20 minute drive, they pulled into a warehouse, where none other than Rayne herself stood. She watched as the figures pulled Damien out of the van and set the dead warlord on a table. The sounds of saws echoed throughout the warehouse as Damien's corpse was cut into pieces. After a few minutes of cutting, the warlord was in several pieces. Rayne then gave directions to the men. I want you to take Damien's limbs and place each of them at the 4 corners of Automagfreek. I want his torso buried under ULE City Library, and I want his head in the Halls of the Dead. His blood will be kept in my quarters. Should any religious freaks get any ideas about digging the ole' bastard up, they'll find nothing but an empty casket. Now get moving.

With that the group split up and began following out their orders.

Bump