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| What is New Hyperion? New Hyperion (NH) is a region of NationStates. It is an empire built on the principles of Hyperionism, our guiding philosophy. Great! How do I sign up? Hold on there, buddy, you haven't even registered yet! You'll have to scroll up (or just click here) and take care of that first. After that, take a look at those four forums at the top of the list. The Low Orbit Welcome Wagon is where you can apply for Plebeianship and introduce yourself. You can undergo Patricianship if you're interested in leadership. For everything else, go to Imperial Service. What if I'm a diplomat? Go to the Immigration Desk instead, and we'll get you masked. What's the government situation look like? Our region has three main levels of command: the Imperial Council, the Inquisition, and the Hyperion Senate. The Imperial Council (IC) consists of the Autarch, Chancellor, Lord Inquisitor, High Lords, and military command. It assembles when sensitive or secret decisions need to be made. Its members otherwise act separately as department heads and administrators. The Inquisition is the law enforcement of the region. Inquisitors ensure that all members are complying with any requirements currently set in place, and, along with the Lord of Development, also controls admission into the Patrician caste. The Judiciary, our courts system, also exists as part of the Inquisition. The Hyperion Senate consists of all our Patricians, and is the primary body of law and policy. The Senate operates somewhere between a democracy and a mob, and doesn't necessarily need hard votes to get things done. While the IC is technically superior to the Senate, it is more common for the Councillors to participate as Senators. As such, the Hyperion Senate tends to be the most important part of the entire government. Is that it? Of course not, that would be dry and boring. Granted, the Hyperion Senate is about as boring as a discussion on abortion, but you probably don't want to deal with its squabbles and silliness 24/7. That's why we have the Imperial Service and the military. The Imperial Service consists of the various departments, such as Foreign Affairs and Recruitment. All departments are volunteer-only, though enlistment and training in the Hyperian Guard is highly recommended for all members. In general, however, you will be encouraged to join under-staffed departments. Oh yeah, didn't your recruitment telegram mention an RP? Why yes it did! While we allow other RPs, of course, our main RP is the one that sets the standard of our theme and culture. It's kind of complex and involved, but once you get the ball rolling it's about as smooth sailing as any other RP. What if I need help? Pop us a question. Our patience is legendary. You may also check the Great Library of Trantor for answers to some of the more common questions. |
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| Lord Aragonn | Nov 16 2014, 04:29 PM Post #1 |
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Jarl of The Aesir Empire
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The Jarl waited at the train station, eagerly waiting for the first shipment of cookies from his new allies. These weren't any ordinary cookies. These were soft chocolate chip cookies. These cookies could reduce crime by a huge amount. If only the cookies would arrive faster...
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| Chancellor Laurentus | Dec 18 2014, 12:16 AM Post #31 |
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Dreadlord of New Hyperion
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Emperor Laurentus could feel the world turning around him. His nephew, his loyal little nephew... He put Maximus in this mess, and he was determined to get him out. All his plans had fallen apart when Miricano absorbed the entire Entente. Now it would be suicide to oppose Frostmark at some point. His only chance would be to set up a permanent alliance with both Falkenwalde and Colberius. That storm brewing on his coast would need to be fed to reach landfall as a hurricane in Miricano even sooner, and he would make it much more powerful. He would upload a virus to destroy Port Alexandria's entire defense network for a few hours. There would be no way to hide where this virus came from, but he knew war was inevitable now. Another thing he had put into effect was a law that strictly forbade passage to Laurentus States from any foreign land. The borders were already protected by very sophisticated security systems, so no large force would be able to penetrate unnoticed, but a clever spy might be able to enter through illegal means. He knew his daughter had slipped out of the country and was on her way to Frostmark now. He wondered whether she had somehow learned about his recent plans. If she did, he couldn't do anything about it now. He knew he would probably have to step down in disgrace if anyone got wind of the penguins, but he also felt an overwhelming sense of pride in his daughter, that she was able to outsmart him. Perhaps with Maximus at her side as an advisor, she would make a fine empress with her compassion and sense of justice. She was not unreasonable, after all. She just didn't have the capacity for the type of necessary cruelty that her cousin sometimes had to engage in. Oh, his nephew. From a young age, he had been a soft-hearted lad with no mean bone in his body. Laurentus took that away from him when he began training him for the role he would serve. The incident in the desert 5 years ago, where most of Maximus's squad got killed by foreign terrorists made a big mark on the lad. For weeks, he was the very picture of misery. He ate little, didn't engage in social activities, and Laurentus could hear him scream during the early hours of the morning, obviously reliving the incident in his sleep. Sometimes Maximus still did. Laurentus knew all of this was likely a severe case of Post-traumatic Stress Disorder, more commonly known as shell-shock by soldiers. Maximus had undergone a severe transformation after that. Laurentus knew that what Maximus sometimes had to do still left his nephew troubled, but Maximus had become as hard as a stone. Of all the things that Laurentus had to do for his country, this one thing -- destroying his nephew like this -- was the only thing he felt guilty about. He wouldn't rest until Maximus was safely home. And when Maximus gets home, he promised himself, I'll find someone else to do the work he's been doing. Perhaps I'll once more do it myself. I'm a bad man, and I know it. So I can take it. Maximus doesn't deserve this. Laurentus snapped out of his thoughts, and proceeded to ready his hand-selected team for take-off. "Listen up, men!" He waited while the chatter in the hall died down. "I won't lie to any of you. The mission we are about to partake in will be dangerous. It is likely that every single one of us will find ourselves face-down in a ditch before the end of it. This is, by every meaning of the phrase, a suicide mission. Yet this is also our country's only chance of gaining support in the coming war, and your wives and children will perish under these foreign soldiers' boots if we don't do something now!" He paused to let his words sink in. "I look at all the faces around me, and I see fear. As well you should be afraid! Miricano has become a beast that we can't stop on our own. And like any beast, it will wipe us from the face of the Earth if we don't cut off its head now! Each and every single person in this room could die during this mission. And yet, the brutal truth is that if we don't engage in this mission, we can just as well shoot our wives and children right now, to prevent them from the suffering they will endure under foreign occupation!" He paused again, and could see his words having the desired effect. Their fear for their own lives was now replaced with fear for their families'. He pressed on. "But we are Laurentians! We will not allow that to happen while even one of us still draws breath! If we die, we die knowing we have secured our children's future! If we must lay down our lives, we will demand that a hundred lives be paid in return for every life we lose! We will paint the streets with our enemies' blood, and all the world will remember us as the grim-faced, fearless men that we were! Our children's children will hear stories about our sacrifice, and re-enact it in school plays! Songs will be sung about our sacrifice for generations to come!" Again Laurentus paused, and again his words had the desired effect. He was no longer surrounded by men frightened of impending doom. The men around him now shone with conviction, and they would fight to the end to protect what was most important to them. So he finished his glorious speech. "To arms, brethren! Death smiles on us all, so let us deliver our enemies' hearts to Death's door, and vow to make him wait a while longer before he takes ours! For the glory of the empire!" The men rose suddenly, began stomping their feet and giving frantic cheers all around. There was now singular hatred in their eyes for their enemies, and valiant pride in themselves for the role they would play in Laurentus's plan. This will do, Laurentus thought. This will do nicely. Make peace with your gods, Ramos, for they send me to deliver you to them. And here we are. Frostmark. The glittering jewel of New Hyperion. The most advanced country in the world. And it just had to be built on Antarctica. Sarilla Laurentus found it incredibly funny that a country so proud and advanced would actually willingly submit themselves to live on a frozen wasteland. She would say as much to Falkenwalde when she met him. She quickly broke out of her humorous thought, once more recalling why she was here. Her father had been revealed to her as a snake, a little demon who corrupted people in other countries so that he could take their countries for his own. She would not have believed it if she didn't hear it for herself. But she did, and she could not forget it. Neither could she change it. All she could do now was try to undo the damage her father had done. She would speak to Falkenwalde, telling him the truth about her father's schemes, and try her utmost best to make Falkenwalde see Laurentus States as an ally, rather than a threat. She would wrest control of the throne away from her father, and would personally see to it that he be imprisoned for his crimes. She would do this not without regret or guilt, but she would do it all the same. Her father raised her to be a strong leader, at least. With that firmly in mind, she proceeded to climb into one of the automated taxis that Frostmark was so famous for. She would appreciate the chance to sit, if even for a little while, because she had had just about the worst day in her life, trying to explain to these suspicious Frostmarkers that she understood their stringent level of security well. Yes, she also understood that they were severely suspicious, xenophobic pricks, and it took all her self-control to prevent her from phrasing it exactly that way to the security officers. Of course, her very broken German didn't help the matter along either. She wanted to begin typing in her request, but discovered that there was no console with which to do it. "Oh, dear. How does this work?" She nearly jumped when a robotic voice asked her: "Guten tag, und wilkommen in Frostmark. Wohin wollen Sie jetzt gehen?" Lovely, she thought. Of course the idiots would make it voice-automated, to make the foreigners severely uncomfortable. Nevermind if they don't understand German all that well. She sighed and gave it her best attempt with: "Ja, ich will bitte dass du mich nach die... Büro," and here she cringed, not knowing if she were speaking correctly, and cursing herself for never having learnt German properly, "von Falkenwalde nehmen. Was muss ich bezahlen?" "Ein Moment, bitte. Der Falkenwalde Reisebüro, stimmt?" She was a bit hesitant, as she didn't even know what the word "Reise" meant, but decided to trust to fate when she responded: "Ja, bitte." The computer paused again, and then responded: "45 Aquila, bitte." Feeling an overwhelming sense of relief, she transferred the necessary funds, and sat back to enjoy the ride. When she arrived at the building, she felt an instant of disappointment. While big and rather nice, the building looked so formal, and not majestic in the slightest. "Oh, well, Sarilla. You're just used to a palace. I suppose not everyone runs their country from the comfort of their own home." She strolled into the building, surprised at the lack of security, and followed the directions to the office of "Herr Direktor" Falkenwalde. She found that passing strange, but continued anyway. When she arrived at his office, she asked the pretty secretary if she could speak to Falkenwalde. The secretary was very friendly, and directed her to take a seat while she waited. Sarilla was beginning to change her opinion of the Frostmarkers. These were not stiff xenophobes at all. When the office door opened and Herr Direktor Falkenwalde motioned her inside, she quickly got up and followed him into his office. She greeted him formally, in German, and then said: "We have much to discuss, Chancellor Falkenwalde. Not the least of which is my father's role in this war." She looked at the man she had heard so much about, and prayed that he would be as fair and open-minded as she had heard. By his shocked and confused expression, she knew something had gone terribly wrong. When she looked at his desk and saw the words The Falkenwalde Travel Bureau on one of his formal documents, she felt ill. "O, Scheiße." Maximus again felt the old, familiar dread building up in him. He became certain that this time, he wouldn't get out alive. But he carefully kept any such emotion from showing on his face. His men needed him to be strong, now more than ever. "I have the technology and contacts in the government to fashion us IDs that will pass their inspections, but we need to get out soon. Here," and he gestured at the bag in front of him, "is all the tech we were able to smuggle into the country. We are a small team, and so we were able to bring the very best with us. We will split this gear with your team. We also brought in the raw material and parts to fashion one cheese cannon. This thing is powerful enough to take down a titan, but I would advise against using it until it is absolutely necessary. Especially since we can't go riding around in a tank. If and when we construct it, it will be stationary. So we'd have to be prepared to leave it standing where it is when we're done with it. I believe my uncle will be doing his utmost best to speed the hurricane along, and also to increase its size and power. We just have to survive until then, and then we need to cause as much havoc as possible to draw off attention long enough for us to escape. Together, we should be more than a match for Miricanian police. The military will be the big problem, but I believe I can give them something else to focus on when we try to make our escape. They won't be able to fire on us due to the poor visibility of the storm anyway, so the military would be rendered obsolete." Maximus paused and finally said the words he dreaded. "I know we're leaving a lot to chance, but I know we can pull this off." He hoped this would be the last lie he would ever have to tell... Translation of Sarilla's encounter with the computer in the taxi
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| Miricano | Dec 18 2014, 09:49 PM Post #32 |
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Defender upon the Wall
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0220 EST -- Just outside Fort Bragg What you ask me? Where the hell is my son Aragonn!? This is all on you. You had one job. I want your men to find my son, then will can continue our talks. But until my son is found, our trade agreement isn't our top priority. Aragonn. I just need your help. I don't know what to do. He's my flesh and blood.. Please. Help me.... The United Capital Territory of Port Alexandria Executive Den, the Candicilar -- 0950 AM PATS Ramos woke from his short nap with baited breath. He was nervous to turn on the news, or hear any updates from his advisors. Ramos turned on his holoscreen and hoped nothing from the early morning had caused any more discention within the nation Good Morning Port Alexandria The streets of Port Alexandria are running smoothly as for the first time in months, police presence has actually boosted the confidence of citizens within the territory. The evacuations of Zones B and C of the city are going orderly and smoothly and people have begun to feel a sense of normalcy. Port Alexandria and Pentagon Centre Stock Markets have seen early morning trading up 7%, with Blair Industries up 2 points and Entente Inc. LLC up 3 and a half points. In other news around the country, many of the Prime Minister's opponents have in fact endorsed his actions to institute Protocols B and C, with some saying it is "about time the Prime Minister took the country by the reigns..." Second Battalion Forces and state militia are currently being called into active duty, so please go to your nearest Army Board to see if you qualify. Many of the riots in Fort Ticon, amid the Prime Minster's emergency address to the nation have ceased, as people sympathize with the Prime Minister during his plight. It seems whatever these terrorists were trying to do by diving up the country, has made Miricano stronger and one nation in the end. Finally, there will be a public vigil for Roen Ramos in Torrent Square today around 6:30 PM. Again, our hearts and prayers are with the Prime Minister during this trial. This is Regina Fulton. Back to you Dave in the studio.... Ramos swelled with pride as his eyes watered a bit. For the first time in months, Miricano was actually running smoothly. People actually had empathy for his situation and it translated into pride for their nation. Ramos got up, fixed himself and walked across the hall to his office. As he opened up the great mahogany doors, he saw General Talbot, Deputy Director of External Affairs Alisha Braxton, and State Department Chief Markos Quinn sitting at his conference room table waiting to speak with the Prime Minister. Ramos: Talbot, Alisha and Markos! How are you all? What can I do for you? Alisha: Good morning Ramos. I am so sorry to hear about your son. Markos: I as well. I only met Roen a couple times but I knew he is going to just follow in his father's footsteps when he grows up. Talbot: Do not worry Ramos. We won't settle until we find your son and the scum that took him Ramos: Thank you guys for your support. Now what can I do for you? Markos: I wanted to alert you of the latest news from Laurentus States. R: Ok. What's new? M: There have been whispers of an alliance between Colbentielle, Frostmark and Laurentus States R: Anything formal however? M: No, but we think it will be announced within the next couple of weeks R: Ok. Keep me posted as this situation can escalate quickly. M: But it gets worse. They have also shut down their borders, making them isolationists to all nations not within their alliance. R: That creates an issue with the special ops unit heading for Aesir. Can you alert them immediately? M: Yes. As well. I think we should begin a slow, but steady pull of our consulates in Laurentus States, as not to alert the Emperor. Hopefully that sends a subtle but strong enough message to Laurentus. Though, if it does come down to it, I already have the official wartime documents prepped. They can be sent to the Valdician within a half hour and voted upon R: Thank you. Let us wait until they respond to the pulling of the consulates. As well, I want sanctions on them. I know a few of the higher ups in government have a bit of money in some of our banks. Begin to freeze some of their assets and have the Miricanian Credit Agency downgrade their rating. Commence the restriction of trade deals as well. Hopefully that will get their attention. We are going to have to hit them in the investors and treasury first. M: Will do sir. Markos exited the room Ramos: Alisha! What can I do for you Alisha: Well Ramos. We have a slight issues R: That being? A: We are receiving a basic Denial of Services attack on some of our government servers. It is easily counteracted, but each wave has been getting slightly stronger. R: Do we know who it is from? A: Well, they are coming from Laurentus States. R: Excuse me? A: Yes and they aren't coming from private ISPs either. These IP addresses are government owned, meaning this is coming from government servers. Now unless someone hacked Lauretus States' servers, then this was intentional. And they will get stronger. In fact, we have detected traces of Implant viruses trying to access the servers. And these servers aren't the library mainframe. These are the Miricano National Defense Network systems. With those offline, our Missile Defense would be offline and as well all Military Traffic Control and Main Headquarters. We cannot afford to lose the vital information on the new projects either R: Do we have a plan of action? A: We do have an experimental firewall that could help, but it will take about 30 minutes to upload. We can download framework files for the Defense Systems on servers that are usually offline. That would keep us up and running, if there happened to be a breach of security, with only basic necessities covered. As well, I suggest a retaliation. We have been working on a Changelog file that than remotely access unused servers. And funny enough, their immigration network is their weakest. We can easily let the special ops team in, if it is successful. But of course, we won't be able to hide this attack. Within the hour of letting them in, they will know. R: Well this changes everything now. We cannot let an act like this go unpunished. Tell Markos when you see him again that we will be retracting the embassy from Luminera immediately and denying Laurentians from entering the nation. And do your retaliations. I want hourly updates on the situation. A: Yes sir. We also will keep tabs on them with the geostationary and mobile satellites. And I do have one more thing. R: Yes? A: The Hurricane has grown to a Category Five R: But. That's not possible. There are cooler temperatures in the Atlantic Basin A: Well, our Geostationary Satellites captured images of a plane heading into the hurricane about four hours ago, then followed by warmer heat signatures. I think that Laurentus States' is cloud seeding the hurricane. R: We can't do anything about that at the moment. We just have to prepare. Should it weaken later on? A: Due to its upgrade, the land time has been moved up 36 hours to three days from now. However, they won't be able to seed anymore. If they enter Miricano Airspace, they will be shot down. R: Ok. Is there anything else? A: No. I am going to run back downstairs to check on our progress. R: Thank you Alisha left the room. Ramos: Now please tell me you have good news, Talbot Talbot: I do have a bit of it. About 15% of the Second Battalion Forces are ready and 100% of the Miricano Primary Military is ready. They are all on a three minute notice so they can be shipped out at anytime. As well, our special packages from Rationalist Science came today. We have examined the chemical make up of the liquid armor and metal rubber and it is a success. We can begin fitting the soldiers with it and the exoskeletons immediately. R: Do it as soon as possible. Anything else come from the Counsel? T: Yes, the isotopes also came. Don't their half-lives have been preserved. Nobelium-253 has quite a short half life, which is fine for the resonance mortars, resonance missiles, resonance grenades and resonance bombs, but we are just beginning to develop the newest railgun and rifle technology, thanks to Aesir. The rail cannons have been a booming success and these resonance technology weapons can easily take out a soldiers at close enough range, although we do have a limited magazine size. All of the fighters and bombers have been issued new missiles and bombs in order to keep up with Frostmark and the navy will be issued new rail cannons, resonance mortars and resonance missiles. We haven't however, perfected the new resonance technology for our submarines. R: Nothing else? T: The large high capacity reflector was also received. We can get it set up within the next week, with the newest space launch of the next Geostationary Satellite that, ironically will be placed over the Sahara to monitor "global temperatures." But you and I both know what that means. At least we can keep an eye on them, without them even knowing. R: I give you one week to set up the capacitor. T: Will do sir. And again, sorry about Roen. R: About Roen, is there any news on that front? T: We have some solid leads and currently we are leading raids in different parts of the country to find him. R: Thank you. That will be all Talbot left the room. Ramos breathed a sigh of relief. Today was going to be a busy day. He sat down at his desk, pulled out his pen and paper, and began to write the denunciation on Laurentus States and Colbentielle. Miricano News Network -- Developing News 12:00 PM PATS Hello, this is Rashida Jones, taking over for Lawerence Jennifer due to illness. We are coming live from Torrent Square as the Prime Minister will be addressing the nation live. Let's listen in. Hello everyone. Earlier this morning, the nation of Laurentus States began a public attack on Miricano Defense Network Servers. Our military network has one of the strongest cyber-security networks in the world. There attacks are still happening in waves, each getting stronger and more powerful. This public act of provocation will not stand in out country. That is why I, in conjunction with the State Department, have decided to retract all consulates and embassies within the country of Laurentus States. All Miricanian citizens within the country will be required to return home within 36 hours. Military troops within the region will as well pull out within the 36 hour benchmark. Addressing all Laurentian citizens, you will given a choice. Stay in a free, democratic Miricano, or go back to your motherland. If is up to you. You all as well have 36 hours to decide. As well, the Miricano National Aviation Administration has put up a no fly zone for all Miricanian territory, be it land or water that is below the Glassen Centre Parallel. This is your only warning. To leave the country, all flights will depart north of Glassen Centre. Finally, I want to address the terrorists that took my son. You are despicable, low life, disgustingly cruel men. You have no shame for your country. Whoever you are, you will be found and you will be brought to justice. This I swear on my life. Thank you. That will be all You've heard it here folks. Embassy Closures, cyber-attacks, no fly zones. It seems that Miricano is trending farther away from peace and is prepping for war. This is Rashida Jones reporting for Miricano News Network. Back to you in the studio. 1400 Aesir Time Vanaheim Province -- Aesir-Laurentian Ferry Crossing >WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE CAN'T GET ACROSS >>Sir, do not get belligerent with me. And for the third time, the Emperor has shut down all Laurentian borders to foreigners. >But I am a diplomatic envoy, sent here by the government of Miricano. >>Sorry, but no entry. Fletcher walked away in anger. How were he and his and team going to get across the sea now without a boat. There were Laurentian guards all along the coast and guarding the water, so they couldn't swim across. Fletcher walked along the seaside market when he observed one seller, an older man, in particular packing up. On his small boat, he was flying the Laurentian flag, a dead giveaway he was a citizen, or at least had connections with the country. Fletcher approached him >Hello sir. Do happen to have the time? >>Yes. It is almost 2:05 in the afternoon. >Thank you. Listen, would you happen to sell any mangoes? I just got from the airport and I heard you were one of the premier fruit sellers in the city. >>Why yes. I happened to get a new shipment of them just today. Just hold on for a second. The old man dug in one of his crates at pulled a ripe, beautiful mango >Thank you so much sir. How much do I owe you? >>Don't worry about it young man. I just like seeing my customers happy. The old man and Fletcher bantered a bit back and forth talking about the growing conditions in the area and then moved onto the topic of the volatile situation in Laurentus States. >Yeah. I've been trying to return to my home in Luminera with my business partners, but we lost our passports when our luggage didn't arrive. I've been trying to get someone to take us across the sea. I would pay them handsomely, but alas, it seems no one wants to. There are just no good hearted people left in the world. I really just want to get back home, to see my youngest son and daughter turn two. They are twins you know. Jasimine and Bret are their names. But if this keeps up, I don't know if I will make it The old man looked at Fletcher, who seemed so sad. >> Listen, I... I can take you across. But you have to hurry, as we don't have too much time > Thank you sir! Let me just get my stuff and my partners and we can go >> Just hurry now! Fletcher gathered his men and went below deck on the boat. The men hid behind different equipment, and Fletcher hid the closest to the door. He felt the boat being pushed and the motor come on. The boat began to make the slow, arduous trip across the small bottleneck of sea. After about 15 minutes, the boat slowed down, as it approached the crossing into the country. Above, Fletcher heard the conversation between the old man and border guards >Passport and Identification Card? >>Here you go sir. >We will be conducting a surprise check on the ship. >>Have I done something wrong sir? >No. This is just a random check we do on some ships. Don't worry... unless you have something to hide. >>No sir. The ship is yours to check. Fletcher heard the loud footsteps of two border guards getting on the ship and checking the upper deck for any illegal paraphernalia. >The upper deck is clear. Do you have a lower deck as well? >>Um, well yes I do. But I always keep it checked so no one ever gets in. >Nevertheless, we need to check it. As you wish. The old man unlocked the deck and let the border guard get in. Using his flashlight, he began to check the lower deck, getting dangerously close to some of the special ops men. After several minutes, the guard felt the downstairs was clear. He began to climb the stairs when Fletcher's gun made a slight click noise. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. I hate these damned prototypes. Now it's going to get us all killed. Fletcher though to himself The border guard began to approach the area he heard the click was. Fletcher held his breath, prayed to Gaben and had his finger on the trigger. He hoped it didn't come to a shootout, but if need be, he would protect his team. The guard was only a few feet from Fletcher, inching ever closer. Fletcher's heart was in his throat and he was about to pounce on the guard when the first guard yelled for the one downstairs >Tommy! What are you doing down there. I want to go on my lunch break. I thought we were going to Sally's! >>Sorry Jerry. I though I heard something down here >Nothing's down there. Now come on! >>Coming Jerry! The second border guard ran upstairs and shut the door. Sir, this ship is clean. Sorry for the inconvenience. I hope you get home safely. Fletcher heard the large gates open, and the ship started up and enter the country. After about ten more minutes, the ship docked along the shore. The old man opened up the door to the lower deck and whispered "All Clear" Fletcher's men tentatively left their hiding spots and came upstairs, to be greeted by the old man. >>This is as far as I can take you sir. >Thank you so much. Here is your payment. Fletcher pulled out 1000 Sovereigns. >>No no no. I just hope you get to see your son and daughter. >Thank you. I will remember your kindness and compassion. >>Have a good day now. Fletcher and his men departed the boat, wading onto the road. Fletcher waved to the old man as he sailed away from them. Your son and daughter.. really Fletcher? How original.. "Shut up Randy" said Fletcher with a play punch in the arm as they all walked to the road. We have our mission men. We are here for a reason. Our objective, keep tabs on the Emperor and find out future plans. By any means necessary. Let's go. The men began to walk south along the road to get to the nearest town in order to get a vehicle. "I'm certainly not walking to Luminera" Fletcher though to himself. Edited by Miricano, Dec 18 2014, 11:52 PM.
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| Lord Aragonn | Dec 19 2014, 01:46 AM Post #33 |
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Jarl of The Aesir Empire
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1330 PATS Aragonn called the guards at the Fafnirs with his wrist communicator. "Use the Fafnir to connect to the satellite and raise Kommander Gunnar." "Yes sir." A moment passed then, "How may I be of service?" "I need you to take the MS fleet to Frostmark and meet with Falkenwalde. Do whatever you can to keep us out of his crosshairs. The last thing we need is his penguins coming and turning the Aesir Empire into a smoking ruin." "It will be done." "Sail out to the ridge then sail along it. Don't get too close to either Colbentielle or the Laurentian Empire. I don't want you getting blown out of the water." "Yes, sir. Hail Aragonn!" Aragonn then ended the call and walked up to Ramos with his three guards. Please let him see reason... "Ramos, I need more men if I am to be of any help in this search. I have to fly in people on valkyries, and this no fly zone is preventing me from doing that. I need my people to be given special permission to fly through. I want to find Roen as much as you do. Just let me do it. I'll even provide the transponder codes for Aesir valkyries." (Optional: listen to this as you read) "We've received orders to move out. We're to sail south along the ridge to Frostmark," stated Gunnar. "I'll get the orders out immediately," stated the captain. As the captain gave out the orders, the Kommander looked out around at the fleet. There were 8 cruisers, 2 aircraft carriers, 24 frigates, 13 submarines, and 17 destroyers. He took pride in the fleet for it's outstanding performance in the expansion of the Aesir Empire. The windows rattled as two fafnirs soared over the command deck. The fleet turned west and started to move out. This had better go well... Edited by Aragonn, Jan 5 2015, 01:40 PM.
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| Alexander | Dec 21 2014, 08:07 AM Post #34 |
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Der Falkenwalde Reisebüro, Neupreußen "So, Herr Reichkanzler here has explained this little mix up, and I'm assured there was no malicious intent", the Guardsman said to Sarilla as he gestured over to the old man behind the desk, who proceeded to tut to himself and bury his head into paperwork. "If you say you have apparently important information for the Government from far away lands as your story and documents would seem to suggest, I can hardly just let you walk out of here," he explained as he began walking to the door. "And I might just be doing you a favour by bringing you back to the station for a statement and a meeting with a representative of the Foreign Affairs Office." The Guardsman stood next to the doorway, motioning for Sarilla to follow, and sarcastically saluted to the old man, who almost automatically made to salute back in turn before stopping his hand half-way to his head and moving to pretend he was about to scratch his chin. |
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| Miricano | Feb 3 2015, 11:01 PM Post #35 |
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Defender upon the Wall
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The United Capital Territory of Port Alexandria, Miricano 1530 PATS -- The Candicilar, The Executive Den Prime Minister Ramos sat at his desk and with pen in hand, he finishing signing into law the Aesir-Miricano National Treaty or better known as the Aracano. The treaty finally publicly stated the alliance between the two nations and allowed the use of Miricano airspace for all Aesir jets and the use of Miricanian military bases throughout the continent. With the extra manpower, it from Aesir and the technological boost from Miricano, both nations stood to gain tremendously from the new treaty. All it needed now was the Jarl's signature and the two way alliance would begin. Prime Minister Ramos sent Commander Royce of the Miricano Royal Air Force in. "Commander Royce. This document is of the utmost importance. I am clearing this for a level one priority. This is to get to the Jarl within the next two hours" "We will have our fastest jets get it to him and I will deliver it personally" "Dismissed" Commander Royce left the room which left Ramos to finish up his budget proposal for the Monetary Appropriations meeting later. This was the single most important meeting within the entire nation, and could singlehandedly make the war or destroy the nation entirely. Ramos was finishing up his closing remarks when his hard line phone began to ring. Hello, this is Prime Minister Ramos. An elderly voice came from the other side. "Ramos. This is Queen Candice" "Mi abeula! What a surprise" "Si Ramos. I need for you to come over to the Royal Towers. It is quite urgent, mi hijo" "Is everything ok mama?" "Just come quickly. And make no one is following you" "I will be over soon" Prime Minister Ramos hung up the phone and gather his papers. Packing everything away, the Prime Minister walked downstairs to his car waiting. Outside, rain was beginning to fall harder than in the morning. The outermost arms of the massive Hurricane were beginning to hit the capital region. The city of Port Alexandria was already under a Hurricane warning and completely shut down. The public transportation, the airport and the train station were all shut down indefinably due to the storm. The palm trees began to sway wildly as the wind gusted and paper began to fly down the street. The city, which would usually be bustling, was a complete ghost town with everyone heeding the Mayor's warning to stay indoors and bunker down. Ramos got into the car and ordered the driver to drive to the Royal Towers, the compound of the Royal family. The 10 minute ride was quickly over and Ramos stepped inside the towers to walk to the royal chambers. Ramos entered the Royal Chambers to find the 94 year old Queen Candice sitting at her throne, looking outside the window at the rain falling "You always did like the rain, abeula" "Ramos! Mi hijo. How are you? I am so sorry about Roen" "It is ok mama. I know we will find him. I have faith in our military" "Yes, as do I. Do you still go to shrine to pray" "Si mama. Whenever I have time to." "And do you still take that heart medication. You how your stress gets to you" "Si mama..." "And do you st--" "MAMA! I am happy you are still concerned with me, but I am 35. I can take care of myself" "I know you can mi hijo. It seems it was only yesterday when I took you off the streets and raised you as my own" "Si. I remember those times..." The two sat in silence for a moment, with only the rain and occasional rumbles of thunder to break their quiet "Hijo. I called you here to tell you that I am abdicating the throne!" "BUT MAMA!" "You cannot talk me out of this one. I am getting too old to deal with the stress of this job. I cannot travel as I use to and I'm not the young woman I use to be. Ever since you grandfather passed several years ago, it... it hasn't been the same" "I understand mama. Does that mean--" "Yes. Your step brother, Rafiel will become King" "MAMA. Why Rafiel..." "Because he is next in line. I know you and him have had your differences..." "Differences? That doesn't even begin to describe it. He hates me!" "I don't think he hates you. But anyway. He will become King" "When are you going to announce you abdication" "Tomorrow." "Ok Mama. I will talk to you later. I am on my way to Monetary Appropriations meeting" "I hate that meeting. Just a bunch of old men talking about money, trying to get their department more funding. Tell Chave he still owes me 25 dollars for lunch last week" "I will Mama. Te amo, mama" "Te amo, hijo" Prime Minister Ramos left the Royal Chambers and walked to his car. As the car headed toward the Validican for the Monetary Appropriations meeting, Ramos couldn't help feel a twinge of sadness. The woman who had taken care of him for years, took him in when he was on the streets and loved him as her own was going to step down from the only title she had ever wanted. Ramos looked back at the Royal Towers, which were grey in being pounded by the rain. He turned around in his seat and began to look at his final speech for the meeting. It was time to leave emotions out. There was no need for emotions in the battlefield of Monetary Appropriations. It was not just a meeting, it was a war. |
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| Lord Aragonn | Feb 4 2015, 07:43 PM Post #36 |
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With the signing of the Aracano Treaty, the Valkyries were ordered in, even with the hurricane pounding Port Alexandria into submission. Through the sheets of rain and gale force winds, five Valkyries flew to a field just outside of Fort Bragg and touched down. Three Boars and 25 men came off the dropships then started unloading polycarbonate boxes. 20 of the men were regular soldiers, but five wore black suits and were armed with 9mm railpistols. Once everything was off the Valkyries, they took off and headed back. Aragonn stood before the men with his bodyguards. "How was the trip, Heimdall?" asked Aragonn. The man standing in the middle of the group wearing suits stepped forward. "A little bumpy, but fun. Beats the Hel out of a smooth flight. Those put me to sleep so easily..." "Playtime is over. We need to begin the hunt for Roen." "Yes, sir." "You there!" the Jarl shouted, pointing to an officer among the soldiers. "Get these crates and everyone loaded onto the Boars. We roll out as soon as we're done." "Yes, sir," said the officer before shouting orders to the men. Once everyone and everything were on a Boar, the drivers were driving the Boars out to the Miricano Department of External Affairs. "What are we dealing with?" asked Heimdall. "Some internal terrorist group who kidnapped the Prime Minister's son, Roen," the Jarl told him. "We need to find them by any means possible." "Understood. We'll catch the bastards." "Damn right, we will." Edited by Aragonn, Feb 4 2015, 07:43 PM.
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| Lord Inquisitor Colberius X | Feb 5 2015, 09:39 PM Post #37 |
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Diplomatic Packet TO: The Office of Reichkanzler Falkenwalde, Frostmark FROM: The Office of the Regent, Executorium, Colbentielle Esteemed Chancellor, In light of the recent developments in Miricano, I would like to extend an invitation for negotiations between Frostmark and Colbentielle, in order to reach an agreement that is mutually beneficial and acceptable to the citizens of our respective nations. It would be our honor to send a representative to your great nation in order to expedite negotiations, if that is acceptable to you. It is my sincere hope that we will both be able to consider the beginning of friendship between our nations among our greatest legacies. Sincerely, Colberius X Regent of Colbentielle A rooftop near the coast Port Alexandria, Miricano Two men had not heeded the Mayor's warning to stay indoors. One Colbentiellian, one Laurentian, they stood in the rain. The wind threatened to send them over the edge of the rooftop they were standing on, but neither seemed to notice. They both held high-powered binoculars to their eyes, and were looking at the nearby harbor. Colbentielle's proximity to Port Alexandria made it the ideal destination for their escape. With the no fly zone still in effect, Gamma and Maximus decided that they'd look to the sea for a way out of Port Alexandria, even if it meant waiting for the storm to pass. ARIS was grounded because of the wind, so old fashioned surveillance was required to find a suitable escape vessel. None of the boats had caught their eye yet, but they'd keep looking until one of the yachts or commercial craft did. They knew that time was running out. Transitus Border Crossing Miricano-Colbentielle Border, Captionis, Colbentielle Following the political reshuffling that transformed the Entente into Miricano, Secretary of Security Barra Dorsidhion personally authorized doubling the number of security officers present at the border. In the hours following her authorization, DOS trucks dropped off all sorts of guards, inspectors, and specialists at the border checkpoint. Five hours after the last DOS truck had left, an unmarked car with government registration joined the guards at the checkpoint. Two men, dressed formally, got out of the car and made themselves visible to the Miricanian border guardsmen. The two men from the Department of Intelligence enjoyed the effect they had on people. Their presence at the border clearly made the Miricanian guards uneasy. They even made some of their own guards nervous. Tales of Blackwatch preceded it wherever it went. But the guards of both sides had nothing to worry about, as they were not the reason for their presence. These men, handpicked for this assignment by Secretary of Intelligence Deimos Radar, were counterintelligence specialists. As long as they were at the crossing, any intelligence operative would find it to be quite the challenge to get into Colbentielle – or to get out. Diplomatic Packet TO: Prime Minister Ramos, Miricano FROM: The Department of State, Colbentielle Due to the impending hurricane, the Department of State would like to recall its personnel for the duration of the storm warning. In order to facilitate this, we formally request that the no fly zone be lifted for a brief amount of time so we may airlift our embassy personnel back to Colbentielle. Please respond to this message as soon as possible. Thank you. Muri Em'Lei Secretary of State of Colbentielle Department of Finance Maglium, Colbentielle "What am I looking at?" Deimos Randar directed his question to Adrian Ripula, the Secretary of Finance. It was his office that they were occupying at the moment. And it was the screen of his computer terminal that Randar was scrutinizing. Currently, the screen showed a statement from one of Colbentielle's most prestigious banks, for a transaction of 1.3 billion Euro. "Any transaction over 1 million credits is sent to be reviewed by my department," explained Ripula. "Anything over 1 billion is sent right to me." Randar just stared at him. "So?" "So, I traced the accounts. It took some digging, but you're going to love this." Randar continued staring. "This transaction was between the governments of Miricano and Rationalist Science." That got Randar's attention. The Secretary of Intelligence leapt to his feet. "We need to find out what this is for. Where's the money now?" "Hasn't moved." "If they try to transfer it, delay the transaction and call me. Get in touch with Barra and fill her in; I'll handle the Regent. Send a copy of this to my office." Ripula gave a sharp nod and took his seat, already working on his computer. Randar headed out of the office and then continued out of the building. After climbing in the back of his car, he pulled out his communicator and put a call through. "Joc. I need some information from Rationalist Science..." Edited by Colberius X, Feb 6 2015, 02:13 PM.
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| Miricano | Feb 6 2015, 05:58 PM Post #38 |
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Defender upon the Wall
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The Capital Region of Port Alexandria, Miricano The Exchequer -- 1700 PATS Ramos got out of the car and walked into the gold adorned ornate building, whose beauty and size was only matched by greediness and corruption that adorned its halls. The monetary beating heart of Miricano, the Exchequer was not only where large supplies of Miricano gold and precious metals were held, but as well a man who's power rivaled that of the Prime Minister, Vishal Arius, Minister of Monetary Appropriations or the MMA. There were many rumors that floated around about Vishal, mostly dealing with him being Satan's own. Vishal, a cold and calculated man who valued a penny than human interaction, was appointed over 40 years ago to his position and hasn't left since. Many say he had an affair with Queen Candice and that's the only reason he's been in power so long. But most concede the fact that Vishal has no soul and was born the son of a jackal. One of the most hated men in Miricano, there have been over 12 attempts on his life, with a recent one involving his mailbox and a pipe bomb. Yet, Vishal brushes it off like nothing happened. No one has ever seen him laugh, hear him tell a joke or much less smile, and if anyone ever did, Vishal undoubtedly, with power of the purse, made sure they never said a peep. Prime Minister Ramos walked up the glass and platinum staircase to the second floor. We walked down the hall with gold crown molding to the center room. Ramos walked into a room with a council of seven men sitting at a metallic table. An old man who exuded a complex of superiority sat at the far head of the table. Ramos sat down at the near head of the table. Glad you could join us finally, Ramos. I'm glad your mailbox didn't try to kill you today, Vishal. Vishal gave Ramos a dirty look before starting to speak I'm here to call this meeting of Monetary Appropriation to order. We are here to discuss the budget for the new fiscal year. As always, the Office of the Prime Minister prepares a budget plan for the meeting, that we soundly ignore. Several of the men snickered and laughed at Vishal's comment. Ramos just kept a straight face, ignoring Vishal's comments. Ok Ramos. Get on up to the podium and present your budget. I'm not getting any younger you know. Then you might want to get a refund on that face-lift and botox you just got. Ramos smirked at the cleverness of his retort as he walked up to the podium, binder in hand. For the next half an hour, Ramos described the entire budget of the nation. Finally, at the end, he asked for any questions. Well Ramos. That certainly was... entertaining to listen to. What about our Space Agency, how much will they be getting They will receive money to fund out next age rockets and propulsion systems and this comes out of the military budget itself. Ok. One last question. Why the hell should we fund this nameless war against people that are half a world away. Because we are protecting our allies and our national interests. Said Ramos Screw your political talk Ramos. You just want this to get rid of all the competition. Ramos was slightly taken aback at the abrasiveness of Vishal. No, I want to protect the citizens of this great nation, and the only way to do that is to boost our military budget. And cut from where? Well, over a several year plan, only two percent would be taken from Law and Order and another three taken from Welfare and a percent from Education That is ludicrous. Why don't we just get rid of the Transportation part of the budget. Hell, we should had privatized that crap long ago. No, by following my plan, no detrimental affects will be felt by the citizens and our military will get the much needed boost in funding it needs. If we get this budget approved, the newest tanks and equipment, along with our much needed upgrades to our cybersecurity can be started as soon as this meeting ends. If you haven't noticed, we are under attack from Laurentus States and our military servers are being severely compromised. We are running on our basic necessities and if get attacked, our servers probably couldn't handle it. We need this funding. So, you are making plans after this meeting already. You are really a card Ramos. You come in here demanding money and cuts from various departments in order to fund your imaginary war. What we need to start doing is privatizing certain aspects of the government, in order to reduce government spending and waste. This is ridiculous if you think this war imaginary? Chave Finnir, Miricano's second oldest senator, began to speak up. at 90 years old, Chave was still going strong Now, if we have to worry about anyone, it should be those Colbentiellians. We've all heard stories of the Blackwatch... Several of the men at the table began to mummur their approval. Yeah Ramos. What about Colbentielle? The Blackwatch is just some madeup fairy tale crap that we tell our kids to make them behave. Obviously, we have nothing to fear from those backwards loons. I'm sure at one time, at some point in the course of history, they were some feared nation. Now they are just known for their environment. What are they going to do to us, send an army of macaws to peck us to death? I'm telling you Ramos, those Colbentiellians are going to be the death of us. I'm sure they will Chave. I think it is time to put these budgets to a vote. Agreed, said Vishal. All in favor for the Exchequer budget, say aye. Four ayes, including Vishal sounded out. The Prime Minister's budget passes.... barely. Good luck Ramos on your imaginary war. You are going to bankrupt this country. And good luck to you too Vishal. Don't open your mailbox too quick now. Ramos left the room and walked down the stairs to the car. As he walked the stairs, he heard a loud boom followed by an even larger rumble. Immediately, he received a call from the head of the Department of Emergency Management. >>Prime Minister, the south sea wall has been breached. We don't know how, but it looks like an explosion of some kind. >But that seawall isn't suppose to collapse. It is made from reinforced steel. >>I know, but it did. We will send some security forces to guard the seawalls along the coastline now. >As well, tell the mayor to open up the diversion channels and route the water back to sea. We cannot have people getting hurt in this storm >>Will do. Ramos walked to his car and though about the breach. It was no accident not force of nature that breached that wall, it was definitely malicious intent. The only question was who did it. |
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| Lord taulover | Feb 6 2015, 11:12 PM Post #39 |
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FROM: Minister of Defense TO: President of the Universities of Rationalist Science Lord Professor Feynman: As agreed previously, Army personnel will be arriving at the Darwin Extremely Large Collider on Tuesday to upgrade and specialize it for military-industrial use. Scientific research in the region will continue at the Darwin Very Large Collider. Military escorts will also be arriving at various University locations with new medicine and transportation technology samples, technical drawings, and manuals that have been provided to us from the nation of Miricano. Please instruct the relevant University faculty to begin research on redesigning and reverse engineering these technologies. FROM: Ministry of Agriculture TO: President of the Vivaldi School of Culinary Sciences Sir: The First Consul requests that culinary and chemistry universities send experts to examine and attempt to reverse-engineer certain classified food items. Please find volunteers and/or recommend people to help in this project. On an unrelated note, the Ministry of Agriculture and the First Consul are both pleased with the progress of developing enhanced desserts by this School. FROM: Office of First Consul Xavier TO: Director of the Scientific Intelligence Agency Mr. Smith: It has come the attention of the Ministry of the Treasury that monetary payments sent by Miricano to the Imperial Bank have not arrived. You are thus to look into this situation with the full capabilities of your Agency. Relevant documents pertaining to the situation have been attached. In addition, due to Science's growing interests in international politics, the First Consul wishes that the SIA be more careful and vigilant than usual, as the SIA is, unfortunately, weaker than those of other superpowers on this planet. FROM: Minister of Defense TO: Director of the Science Defense Research Agency Sir: Please begin research on using Spheniscinae as superweapons. In particular, look into the viability of using Eudyptula minor; as they are both common in our territories and small, the Consul and I feel that they might be able to be mass-produced and used in a more lightweight or covert manner. Also look into the use of Aptenodytes patagonicus halli from Macquarie Island as more powerful variants of Spheniscinae weapons. In addition, please use your Agency's full resources to research the possibility of an extremely powerful dilatant metal. We are also looking for a method of mass-producing small high-capacity reflectors. There should be some technical assistance from Miricano for these two projects. The specifics of this request have been attached to this message. Edited by taulover, Feb 6 2015, 11:36 PM.
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| Chancellor Laurentus | Feb 7 2015, 07:29 AM Post #40 |
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Maximus blinked a few times to make sure that what he was witnessing was, in fact happening. The streets were completely deserted because of the storm, but Maximus could still hear a few terrified screams. Maximus couldn't blame them. He knew an explosion when he saw one. He looked over at the Colbentiellian agent. "What in God's name is happening?" Sarilla could barely keep her attention on what the Foreign Affairs rep was saying. The uncertainty of the entire situation was killing her. She had received updates about her father's every move since she left Laurentus States, and the newest one made her shake her head in consternation. If her father was about to attack Miricano with a skeleton force, it would plunge Laurentus States into war immediately. She was not so naïve as to think that war could be avoided, but she didn't want the escalation of the conflict before she could negotiate with the Frostmarkers. She had also received news that the absence of both Maximus, Emperor Laurentus himself, and her own, had left her uncle in charge, and his failing health meant that the leaders of New Hatfield, Kuncache and Hatoria were taking a lot more chances, and becoming more unruly by the minute. She decided to interrupt the official, just as he was rehearsing the proper channels for her to go through to eventually gain an audience with Falkenwalde. "Listen to me. Every second that goes by is weakening my family's position in the Empire. As we speak, New Hatfield is passing a bill that will allow slavery within their country. Hatoria and Laurentus States are outraged that this is being allowed, while Kuncache is supporting this barbaric practice, and making their military available to New Hatfield should my country and Hatoria decide to use military force to regain order. The Laurentus family is the only stabilising force on what was once the African continent, and while we are not immune to the type of mistakes that have led me to your gods-forsaken frozen wasteland, practically begging for help, our presence has been the only thing that kept the rest of the world safe from the barbarians that are now trying to wrest control from my uncle, and by extension our family. "The information I have with me is also the key differentiator between those cheese cannons being used as valuable weapons, or possibly blowing your city to shreds. It also contains plans for a conspiracy to take over every single country other than Genesis, and these plans are potent. Every second wasted here is destroying our chances of regaining control of the situation in Miricano. Should Aragonn, Miricano and a usurped Laurentian Empire declare war on Frostmark, victory would no longer be certain, even for your massive military. So please, for the love of Christ, get me an audience with Falkenwalde, or allow me to go home and get my empire under control." A stunned silence followed her words, and she could see the representative measuring her words carefully. Emperor Laurentus was slowly sinking into a rage. He was halfway to Miricano when he received the call that King Voldric, New Hatfield's ruler, was attempting a coup. In his younger and more healthy years, Laurentus knew, his brother would have been more than capable of dealing with these insurgents. Even now, Laurentus was distinctly aware that his older brother was far more clever than he was. But now, with the cancer eating away at his brain, he was powerless to do anything. He was being connected to Voldric through the on-board phone. Finally, Voldric answered. "Guten Tag, mein Kanzler. It is always good to hear your voice. I trust that you are well? It is a pity you have not seen fit to include the kingdoms in your plans. We have also noticed both your absence, and the absence of your lovely daughter." Laurentus was in no mood for Voldric's concealed threats today. "Voldric... You will stop this foolishness right now, or I will personally place your head on a spear when I invade your residence. So help me Jupiter, I will throw your entire household to the Desert Lions, and wipe your name from every single history book on New Hyperion! When I'm finished with you, no man will ever utter your name without fear that the gods themselves will descend upon them and turn them into ash!" Voldric had been silent through the entire soliloquy, but began laughing hysterically towards the end. "Your confidence is inspiring, my liege. I wish you the best of luck in your efforts. For too long has the Laurentus family eroded New Hatfield's power! We were the most prosperous country on the old African continent before your bastard ancestors took control of us all! We weren't part of your empire for a year before you forcefully abolished the slavery of those heathenish Hatorians! Ever since then, your family's entire existence has been a mockery of our most sacred traditions! And now you would force us into a war that we have no business being involved in, and then declare for a bunch of frigid isolationists at that! "Well, Laurentus, let us see whether we can put these penguins of yours to good use. We've taken hold of your facility in Hatoria, and I'm sure we'll have no trouble reprogramming these monstrosities for our own ends." The line went dead as Voldric hung up. Laurentus was fuming, but he also knew that the penguins were a far larger threat than Voldric was right now. "Turn this fleet around. We have a problem in Hatoria that can't wait." Interim-Emperor Maximus Senior awoke to the sounds of screaming. He didn't need to see what was happening. His family's grasp on the politics of the capital had swiftly declined after the disappearance of his niece, son and younger brother. Maximus Senior was too fragile because of the chemo, and spent 20 hours a day in bed. When he was able to walk and talk, he wasn't able to command the authority he needed, even though his reasoning abilities were as sound as ever. Thus, the rising sounds of alarm were to be expected, as Voldric had become ever more rebellious in the last few days. He knew what sight would await him in the palace tonight. He slowly stood up and found his wheel-chair. MS (which everyone in the palace had taken to calling him after the birth of his son) made his way to the door, and found it overridden to stay closed. He proceeded to hack it, and then quickly made his way to the secret rooms and passages that were spread throughout the palace. A cursory glance at his embedded computer on the wheelchair told him that Voldric was located in the assembly hall, along with several thousand prisoners, soldiers and politicians. When MS made it to the entrance to the hall, he paused to make sure his wife had not been captured. It seemed that she had heeded his wishes to leave the country and head for Genesis. Good. This will make what I must do infinitely easier. I am sorry, my love, but I must leave you and our son to survive on your own. When he emerged, he was surprised to see that his passage had gone unnoticed. He decided to make his presence known as he rolled up close to Voldric, who was already crowned by the lords and ladies of the assembly. "Ah, and here comes our interim emperor at last, looking in as sorry a state as the empire has now become! Tell me, my liege. Have you come to kneel before the rightfully appointed monarch, or have you come to spread your family's corruption further?" MS would not be drawn into a pointless debate. Instead, he quickly pulled out his plasma pistol, which was hidden in a little recess in his wheelchair, and proceeded to fire five successive shots into Voldric's head before all the soldiers opened fire on him. MS was dead before his pistol hit the ground. Edited by Laurentus, Feb 7 2015, 08:10 AM.
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