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| No Loose Ends; The Funeral of the Former President of Antiyard, Ranjan Sauda | |
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| Topic Started: 17 Nov 2017, 01:42 (647 Views) | |
| Antiyard | 17 Nov 2017, 01:42 Post #1 |
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This is a RP thread built around the funeral of the beloved former President, Ranjan Sauda. It was under his guidance that Antiyard gained worldwide acceptance. Every nation's Diplomatic Corps are replete with stories about how he stopped multiple wars before even happening. Yesterday night, he was found dead under mysterious circumstances: He was found dead in his study, apparently while reading a newspaper. Post mortem reports state that his body contained anti-diabetic medicine, although his valet states that he could not have taken the medicine without water, something which he never remembered to drink. Although these mysterious facts have been suppressed from the world media, and the quick funeral is an attempt for the same, as any delay in keeping the body, can give rise to rumours, the Government of Antiyard requests your presence at the funeral, in his home city of Cordolona, 2 hour road journey, from the Antiyardian capital Caramba. The funeral expected to happen this Sunday, 19th November, 2017, at 5:30 AM GMT. "To Participate" OOC: Please do remember that it is polite to not bring an army to someone's funeral. |
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| El Fiji Grande | 17 Nov 2017, 03:08 Post #2 |
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Name of Nation: [nation=El Fiji Grande][/nation] Name and Position of Leaders attending: President Edward Reven Number of Close persons: First Lady Madeline Reven Aides-de-camp attending: Six (close personal assistants) Number of Security personnel: Twenty-two Number of Support staff: Thirty-eight (including pilot, journalists, flight crew, etc) Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: The President, the First Lady, two aides-de-camp, six security personnel, one professional El Fiji Grandean journalist. Total: 11 Total number of persons coming to [nation=Antiyard][/nation]: Sixty-eight |
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| El Fiji Grande | 17 Nov 2017, 06:51 Post #3 |
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Reven sat at his desk, Townsend fountain pen in hand, the platinum casing gleaming. A gaggle of reporters snapped dozens of papers at his smiling face. He took the bill as Joseph Educai, one of his speechwriters, handed him the Universal Speech Act - an amendment to the national constitution designed to change freedom of speech and press. The idea was to ensure that not only could government not infringe upon personal freedom of expression, but corporations (both private and public) as well as individual citizens could not infringe upon or discriminate against individuals based merely on what they thought. A controversial amendment, but an amendment Reven was more than happy to sign - it was one of his campaign promises, after all. He lowered his fountain pen to the page, and with an elegant snap of the wrist, signed the amendment into law. Amidst the applause, he stood, waved, then calmly left the room, refusing to answer any questions. Once out, he glanced at the flat screen television mounted into one wall of the communications office. The screen was divided into multiple segments with various newscasters announcing the new amendment and explaining its effects, others questioning its enforcement, and still others casting this as a day history would look down upon the now disgraced Edward Reven. All fine and dandy, he thought to himself. Nothing too out of the usual. A member of his security personnel walked through the door behind him, his index finger poised on the device mounted to his right ear. The officer nodded briefly, then stood by the door to the press room. Reven ascended the steps of the National Palace to his office, a suitably furnished and decorated room for a man of his position. A burly and well ordained desk sat firmly by the window, the El Fiji Grandean flag hanging on two short poles to each of its sides. On the desk, he found a few papers - his mid-afternoon briefing. Seating himself, he rifled through them, scanning the title of each report, and reading each executive summary. One report caught his eye - President Ranjan Sauda of [nation=Antiyard][/nation] had been found dead yesterday evening, amidst mysterious rumors of his demise. Antiyard, a close ally of the El Fiji Grandean state since the rise of Sauda to the Presidency several years ago would seek solidarity in these difficult times. Reven summoned his Secretary of State, Grant Mande, to his office. The man paced the room slowly as he waited for Reven to speak. A member of the Service made his rounds past the bulletproof window behind the President's desk. Reven spoke up: "As I'm sure you are aware, Ranjan Sauda of Antiyard is dead. As a token of respect to the people of his country, I believe it in our best interest that you travel abroad to attend the funeral." "Mr. President, I agree that a message of solidarity needs to be sent. However, I would think that the bearer of that message should be you. You were a friend of his; we were merely cordial." "But I can't just drop everything, and leave. Not with the passage of the Universal Speech Act so close to our heels. That's one of the biggest successes of my administration thus far. I'd like to wait at least a few news cycles and ride out the rise in approval from my supporters." "You certainly can't make it look that way. But you could announce a larger international tour, visiting not only Antiyard, but several other countries in the region as well. Sauda's funeral could be one part of a multi-day visit to Antiyard, followed by the start of preliminary negotiations on the new trade deal you were thinking of spearheading." "Brilliant as always, Grant. Thanks for your service." Grant nodded, not quite bowing, then left through to the east corridor, leaving Reven alone to his thoughts. A funeral so quick after his death... is this a cover-up? ... Who will be the next leader of Antiyard? Reven stepped out into the corridor himself, nodded at two members of the Service guarding his door, placed his hands in his pockets, and found his way back to the communications center. Speaking with John Crune, his Secretary of Public Relations, he suggested a quick statement at the start of the following day with the news that the President would attend the funeral hosted by the government of Antiyard for Sauda, thus launching a multi-day tour of the region and the joint negotiations of a future trade deal. The trip would be a firm declaration of respect for Sauda's term in office, of solidarity with the people of Antiyard, and of economic support for the region. Contacting his Chief of Staff, Jennifer Paula, Reven announced "Jenny! We will leave midafternoon Friday. I expect a full security personnel at my disposal. Please respond to the government of Antiyard with the acceptance of their invitation, and request that security be tight. We need men on the ground there tonight! Members of the Service, the Diplomatic Encore, and a few El Fiji Grandean soldiers to provide security at the airport in Caramba and to establish communications prior to our arrival. You know the drill." "Edward, your lecture falls on deaf ears. I overheard your conversation with Crune, and I'm way ahead of you. A C-17 Globemaster is already in the air bringing security personnel and your Presidential motorcade." "Thanks Jenny. I always know I can count on you. ... Damn it! I'm late to golf with Senator Murphy!" "Right this way, Mr. President." Jenny lead him to the foyer of the palace. Reven hustled down the polished marble steps to the waiting limousine. His chauffeur opened the door for him, then closed it behind him, the tinted windows hiding his face. The trunk was closed, and off the limo sped, along with two other limousines and several police motorcycles, meant to disguise the true location of the President. In little under a minute, he was gone. Jenny sighed, then got back to work. |
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| Antiyard | 17 Nov 2017, 09:46 Post #4 |
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Accepted "Liaison Officer" The Prime Minister's Office Caramba 1200 hours Valencia Fernandez had barely finished a meeting with the Prime Minister Stephen Washington when she her thoughts were interrupted by the mobile ringtone. The familiar music of "We are the Champions", made her to pause a while and hum along. The Ambassador to [nation=el fiji grande][/nation] was calling. She picked up the phone and the ambassador began, "Miss Fernandez?" The Minister spoke, "yeah, go on..." She paused and looked at Googil search results,"... Edward." Edward D. Shaffer, the Ambassador to El Fiji Grande was pleasantly surprised that the foreign minister had remembered his name. He continued, "Ma'am I am pleased to report that the President of El Fiji Grande, Edward Reven will be attending the funeral." Miss Fernandez, visibly pleased, said, "That's great news. I will appoint a liaison officer immediately. Meanwhile, you manage the things on your side." She ended the call and quickly telegramed her secretary: Arrange El Fiji Grande President.. She soon received a reply: Seen ambassador report. Formalities completed The SPG SUV drove in as soon she was on the staircase, timed perfectly to balance the lines of cars waiting to visit, and the trickle waiting to get out. |
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| El Fiji Grande | 17 Nov 2017, 14:04 Post #5 |
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Friday, November 17, 2017, 02:00 International Airspace "This is Kilo Six Alpha Romeo, requesting permission to cross into Antiyard airspace, over." There was silence on the end of the line for a moment, interrupted intermittently by static. The C-17 Globemaster had been in the air for the last eight and a half hours, rumbling across the night sky. The cargo hold was loaded with the Presidential motorcade, and all other required security apparatus. There were already El Fiji Grandean agents on the ground in Caramba, helping make all necessary arrangements before the President's arrival. Very rarely, it seemed, would the President make a move on such short notice. "I repeat, this is Kilo Six Alpha Romeo, requesting permission to cross into Antiyard airspace, over." Edited by El Fiji Grande, 17 Nov 2017, 14:05.
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| Antiyard | 17 Nov 2017, 23:51 Post #6 |
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Regional Air Traffic Control Headquarters Unilifafa 17.11.2017 0155 hours Sergeant Jacob was monitoring the quieter than usual traffic when his headset came alive: "This is Antiyard Airlines flight 3742 moving out, over" He replied, "Copy 3742, out" as his hands moved to make a note of this in the online information form. He thought, the last major flight in the whole region. He also knew why, the Post-it note hanging on the board reminded him constantly, "Flight at 2. Extreme Importance. Move to ATC Caramba." Barely had he finished reading the note, when the headset crackled again, "This is Kilo Six Alpha Romeo, requesting permission to cross into Antiyard airspace, over." He replied, "Read you loud and clear, kilo six alpha Romeo. Permission granted. This is the RATC, Unilifafa. Welcome to Antiyard! Continue on to Caramba Airport. Over." His hands moved fast to email the end of the first step of the Mission Nibbles. He mailed a copy to the Foreign Affairs Minister and Defence Headquarters. |
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| Tracian Empire | 18 Nov 2017, 17:11 Post #7 |
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Please RSVP in the following format: Name of Nation: The Empire of Thrace (Thracian Elyrian: Ghioragon ka Thrākia) Name and Position of Leaders attending: Michael Albert Valeria, Despot of Amathia, former Emperor of the Thracians, father of the current Emperor. Number of Close persons: His granddaughter, Sophia Athanasia Valeria, Princess of Thrace, and his grandson, Manuel Theodorius Valeria, Prince of Thrace, Despot of Gorynia. Younger siblings of the Thracian Emperor. Aides-de-camp attending: 6 Number of Security personnel: 25 Number of Support staff: 40 Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: The Despot, the Prince, the Princess, 3 aides-de-camp, 10 security personnel, 1 journalist from the Thracian State News Total number of persons coming to Antiyard: 74 |
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| Antiyard | 19 Nov 2017, 01:05 Post #8 |
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Accepted "Liaison Officer" Room 108 Headquarters, Ministry of Foreign Affairs Caramba 0930 Valencia Fernandez was signing the transfer of Dwight Balboa to the Embassy accounts department when her official Mobile rang. "We... Are the Champions..." It went. Suddenly the music stopped and the familiar ding-a-ling of a HowsApp message. She unlocked it and read: Thrace first family coming. She immediately texted back: k. Make arrangements. So. Two powerful people in Caramba. No. Several powerful people, two heads of state. Concentrate, Valencia, concentrate on yourself. Everything else will sort itself. Her thoughts were interrupted by a sharp "Good Morning, Ma'am" from her head of personal security, Hero Alom. She wished back, and left her office for the Caramba International Airport. Caramba International Airport 11:00 Everything was arranged. The Prime Minister's convoy had left the PMO, and would be reaching in 30 minutes. The El Fiji Grandean flight was arriving in 45 minutes. 3 minutes buffer, and 7 minutes for the time it took from the airport gates to the parking slot. Fine. Thracian flight would be reaching in an 3 hours later, and directly be moved to Cordolona. Fine. The hotel for Fiji. Entirely booked by the Government, fine. SPG personnel. Ready. The military welcoming bands were arranging themselves. The journalists had all arrived and had been checked by the SPG. They would arrive in two SPG SUVs from the airport detention centre where they were waiting. Fine, they all had been pre informed about their waiting area. No media cryouts. Now, only the arrival of the PM and Nibbles was there to look forward to. And the arrival of the Lick later. |
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| El Fiji Grande | 20 Nov 2017, 01:00 Post #9 |
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Caramba, [nation=Antiyard][/nation]: 09:00 Local Time President Edward Reven smiled confidently, nodded to his wife, then stepped out through the doorway of the 777 onto the red carpet leading down the stairs to the formal Antiyard government reception. He waved, his face brightening outwards, but his mood grimming inwards. I fucking hate humidity... He could already feel a warm bead of sweat making its way down his face. How is it this hot already? It's only.. what, like 9:05 am? Unbelievable. He made his way gingerly down the steps. As he stepped onto Antiyardan soil, he turned slightly, then provided his hand for the First Lady. On one side of the red carpet were arrayed ten Antiyardan soldiers, each in formal attire, tassels decorating their caps and rifles against their shoulders. Likewise, facing the Antiyardans were ten El Fiji Grandean soldiers who had flown out on C-17 prior to the arrival of the President. The El Fiji Grandean Presidential Motorcade sat waiting beyond them on the tarmac. Reven walked between the soldiers, his chin level, never making eye contact with any of them. Instead, the center of his focus was the woman standing facing him, awaiting him. With the old president dead, Reven wasn't sure who to expect. Perhaps a senior diplomat or general? "Welcome to [nation=Antiyard][/nation]. My name is Moni Roy." Before she could continue, Reven jumped in. "Ah yes, we spoke on the phone not one day ago. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." "The pleasure is mine." After a brief exchanging of pleasantries, Moni Roy nodded, and they walked over to the motorcade. The soldiers turned in unison to face them, clicking their heels in the process. President Reven and the first lady got in one SUV, and Moni Roy and the others piled into the other assembled SUVs. Several of Reven's security personnel rode jet black motorcycles, forming a protective barrier around the convoy. Several Antiyardan security personnel did the same. They left the airport within half an hour or arrival in Caramba, en route to the hotel. |
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| Albiorix | 20 Nov 2017, 01:46 Post #10 |
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Name of Nation: Albiorix Name and Position of Leaders attending: Prime Minister/ Fleet Admiral Casimir Loren Halifax, Governor General Dame Jeanne Vanier Number of Close persons: Wife of PM - Aline Halifax (née Eden), Husband of GG - Maurice Schreyer Aides-de-camp attending: 4 Honour Guard, 4 personal assistants Number of Security personnel: 12 Albiorix Intelligence Service employees Number of Support staff: 20 Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: 17 (4 named persons, 4 Guard, 2 PA, 4 AIS, 3 Film Crew) Total number of persons coming to Antiyard: 44 |
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| Atlantica | 22 Nov 2017, 10:55 Post #11 |
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Name of Nation: Zhenia (大東陳國聯邦) Name and Position of Leaders attending: Premier Liu Cheng-Min, General Zhou Yangwu Number of Close persons: First Lady Liu Ziyu Aides-de-camp attending: 8 Number of Security personnel: 24 x FDNS (Federal Department of National Security) Special Operatives Number of Support staff: 30 Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: (3 named persons, 15 x FDNS operatives, 6 x Aides-de-camps, 12 x Support Staff) Total number of persons coming to Antiyard: 65 |
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| Estradia | 23 Nov 2017, 01:04 Post #12 |
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Name of Nation: United Federative Republic of Estradia (UFRA) Name and Position of Leaders attending: Vice President Pharso De'Ougbe Number of Close persons: Wife of VP- Mbita Le'Ougbe Aides-de-camp attending: 4 Republican Guards, 2 Personal Assistants Number of Security personnel: 12 Estradian Security Bureau personnel Number of Support staff: 17 Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: 20 (2 named persons, 4 RG, 1 PA, 7 ESBp, 4 SSt, 2 Film Crew) Total number of persons coming to Antiyard: 37 De'Ougbe packs light ;) |
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| Antiyard | 23 Nov 2017, 07:48 Post #13 |
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Accepted "Liaison Officer" Caramba International Airport 1420 hours Airport Gate 3A was now the entrance to a military fortress. People in black with assault rifles, sub-machine guns, and whatnot were guarding the approach road. It was, after all, the fastest way to parking slot 15, where the PM was waiting for the last three Heads of States. Stephen Washington was visibly bored, as he was trying to solve a 5x5 Rubik's Cube. The three leaders would be arriving together. Albiorix, Zhenia and Estradia flights had parked, and Valencia Fernandez could see the assembling of each of the leader's private vehicles in the distance. Finally, the cars sped across the tarmac and stopped near parking slot 15. The leaders came out of the cars and greeted each other. The journalists took plenty of pictures; "Informal and Personal Greetings" could be tomorrow's headlines. The liaison officers were introduced. Ms. Fernandez was relieved, six leaders in Antiyard had finally arrived, safely. Meanwhile, the convoy was arranged. As the host, Antiyardian Prime Minister would lead the way, followed by the nations in alphabetical order - Albionix, Estradia and Zhenia. The journalists took a last few pictures of the convoy of indistinguishable cars, as they sped away. |
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| Crumstain | 24 Nov 2017, 14:15 Post #14 |
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Name of Nation: NorCon State of Crumstain Name and Position of Leaders attending: Prime Minister Eagle Cockchafer Number of Close persons: Wife of PM Yatokya Cockchafer Aides-de-camp attending: 6 Number of Security personnel: 18 NorCon Security Personnel (NSP) Number of Support staff: 24 Total number expected to visit the funeral ceremony: 2 named individuals, 17 support staff, 5 Aides-de-camps, 20 NSP Total number of persons coming to Antiyard: 50 |
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| El Fiji Grande | 24 Nov 2017, 18:59 Post #15 |
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Jean-Luc Picard Hotel, Caramba 16:55 Hours Reven walked with the other six leaders onto the patio of the hotel, the sun having just set, but still illuminating the mountains behind them. They had just shared a hearty meal of Antiyardan tradition, and now was the time for a few photos for the morning's press. They stood, not holding hands - as they were not allies; not waving - as that would take away from the serenity; and only weakly smiling - because to smile in a time like this would not show solidarity with their Antiyardan partners. Posted Image A large motorcade of indistinguishable and nondescript SUVs, motorcycles, and police cruisers waited before them. Most support staff and security personnel were already piling in. There, the seven leaders parted ways, each taking seats in different vehicles, each from their own country to ensure security. It was no different than the Presidential Motorcades Reven was familiar with back home, albeit with more vehicles. Antiyardan security blocked all the roads adjoining the main route, letting only emergency vehicles through. After all preparations were set, the motorcade sped off at 88.5 kpm. Reven was glad for the SUV's built-in air conditioning system. Only now, with the sun having set, was the warmth from the day's heat gradually leaching off into space; but the humidity of the air seemed to cling to each degree of heat like the arms of a dying lover. Reven watched as the glades slipped by. With the sun now set, the sky had taken on a deep navy blue color, and the brightest of the bright stars shown through. An avid astronomy fan, the President pointed to his wife, who had some difficulty seeing through the tinted glass. "That's Venus!" The hint of romance was not lost on Madeline Reven who reached across the seat to give him a long kiss. While it seemed vaguely inappropriate to engage in such activity on the way to a funeral, Reven decided not to care. It was high time they get to go on a vacation of sorts, even if it were a state-sponsored vacation with work to do. The kiss seemed to last an eternity, but that moment of peace was shattered in a heartbeat as the El Fiji Grandean chauffeur driving their SUV hit the gas hard and conducted an evasive maneuver, bringing them nearer to the front of the convoy. The SUV swerved to one side, accelerating through an intersection. Edward Reven looked up abruptly, catching the name of the street they just crossed: Camino de la Hoz: Path of the Sickle. The car behind them, an Antiyardan dummy car, collided with a crossing emergency vehicle, crumpling its frame and splashing blood across its windshield. Both vehicles rolled over into a ditch, smoking, the sirens still wailing. A few Antiyardan vehicles pulled to the side of the road, and men in black suits and shades rushed to help. The rest of the convoy moved on. Reven wished the security was better. How could they have let the ambulance through? He grimaced, thinking back to what he'd just seen. Any momentary romance he had felt before was now gone. Path of the Sickle... The name stuck in his mind. He wondered if there was something God was trying to tell him, some warning in the symbolism. Not a very religious man, Reven shrugged the notion off, but there was still something disconcerting about it to him. A sickle as in communism, corruption of the spirit? Or a sickle as in a scythe... commanded by the grim reaper to remind him that there was no escape from death...? Reven pulled out his smart phone, checking the El Fiji Grandean news, eager to change the subject of his thoughts. He then got on the phone with his Secretary of State back home, speaking briefly on the incident, and requesting a stronger El Fiji Grandean military presence off the shores of Antiyard, in case anything were to go wrong. He was informed that a carrier group was already en-route, and that his Antiyardan counterpart had already been notified. Reven wasn't sure a carrier group would really do them any good, but the gesture restored some of his confidence. After about half an hour, the convoy arrived in Cordolona, the hometown of former President of Antiyard Ranjan Sauda. Banners had been strung across the main road, welcoming the leaders to town. Despite the time, people were waiting, waving, as the convoy passed several more crossroads. The motorcade stopped in front of a large cathedral near the center of town, its spires rising into the early night sky. The area was illuminated by flood lights, brightening the otherwise grayish color of the old marble, and causing the gargoyles to cast strange and haunting shadows. Security personnel had already secured the area, so they disembarked from the vehicles and made their way up the steps to the cathedral. Inside, only candlelight shown as their feet made slight echoes in the large building. Holding Madeline's hand, the two took a seat on the second row. |
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| Antiyard | 24 Nov 2017, 23:25 Post #16 |
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Accepted "Liaison Officer" A random apartment in Caramba. 03:00 hours or so. I didn't see, it wasn't even dawn. Peter Sykes was sleeping when the phone rang. The old "Ooby Dooby" of the 50s. He picked up the phone, remembering the last time when he thought it was the alarm and he "snoozed" it. He barely kept his job. He was shifted to the "Local Contact Division", although now all work came directly from headquarters, and at any time. This call was not different, he was appointed the Liaison Officer to Crumstain. Atleast he would get to report to the Minister directly. In 15 minutes, he had freshened up, and left the apartment for the airport. |
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| Estradia | 25 Nov 2017, 17:29 Post #17 |
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//Excuse the rustiness. Cordolona, Antiyard ~22:00 Local Time Why did funerals have to be so depressing? As Pharso De'Ougbe left his SUV he thanked the lord for his placement in the convoy. Whilst at the time it irked him to be placed so far back, now he thought it preferable than to be the butt of life's cruel ironies. He became even more thankful as he took the hand of his lovely wife. As the two of them heading towards the cathedral Pharso could feel the weight of death weighing down on the procession. Maybe it was the gargoyles which seem to be peering through his soul. Maybe it was the slumped body he noticed as his SUV passed the crumpled remains of the vehicle he passed; not more than three spaces ahead of his own. Maybe it was the insistence that these funerals be places of sadness and remorse. He never did quite understand the idea behind crying over a dead body. A person's life is supposed to be cherished in Khakis; not bemoaned in a three piece suite. "Maybe after this is over we can go and relax on a secluded beach, with nothing but each other for company." Pharso said this as he squeezed the hand of his wife, clearly shaken by the recent events. Hopefully that's the most much excitement this funeral is going to get. The room they entered took on a somber atmosphere. The humid air didn't help much. This isnt too far different than the climate back in Estradia, but the occasion has made the air take on a whole new depth. It being hard to breath would be a bit of an understatement. The humidity along with the breath and perspiration of the attendees made the air almost like a soup. How fitting for the mourning of the dead. As Pharso and his wife made their way to the reserved pews it became awfully apparent how old this cathedral was. It was suited for 30, maybe 40, attendees on the most holy of days. It was not; however, fit for what seemed like the bulk of Antiyard's mourners. A tin of sardines would be a good analogy. This didn't put Pharso or his wife at anymore ease. That slumped body he saw reminded him that the security provided wasn't all it could be. This just makes him ever the more grateful that he has his own. As the two sit Pharso noticed that they were beside Mr and Mrs Reven, the leaders of El Fiji Grande. TO try and break the sullen mood the two tried to make some small talk. "I'm glad you and the misses are safe and sound. It truly was a tragedy the accident that occurred on the way here." As he said this Pharso leaned over a bit,playing off the attempt to readjust the pant leg that was currently sticking to his thigh. The attempt proved futile. "It really was. And an ambulance no less. My wife and I were quite shaken by it. Hopefully this funeral can continue in peace, for all involved." "Most definitely" Pharso replied. "Today is sad enough as it is." Reven then turned back to his wife, continuing a conversation they were having. Reven seemed like a respectable and kind man. Perhaps a bit serious, but then again it's hard to be jovial on a day like today. As Pharso returned to his wife he made sure to turn his phone down. Not totally off, just enough so he could feel the vibration on his leg. As he waited for the others to get seated and the funeral to start in earnest he took out a pamphlet from the pew in front of him. It was full of religious hymns, quotes and other texts. As he flipped through the pages he began to go over the events of the day. As far as funerals go, this in not my favorite. Perhaps the camera crew will get some good pictures out of this trip, at least. Pharso put the pamphlet back and started chatting with his wife, trying to pass the time until the congregation was ready to begin. As they talked Pharso became more aware of the lack of security personnel within the cathedral itself. Them being placed just outside its doors. Edited by Estradia, 25 Nov 2017, 17:39.
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| Crumstain | 26 Nov 2017, 00:05 Post #18 |
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Capital District, Crumstain "Sir, a helicopter has been dispatched from Cordolona. It will arrive in one hour" "If you would step this way sir, we need to choose a proper attire for you." "Hold still sir, I don't want to mess up the makeup. You'll look 36 in no time. Why are you giving me that look?" "Prime Minister, it's time to head towards the helipad. It's going to be a long trip" For any leader, this was the usual series of events prior to attending a ceremony. But for Prime Minister Eagle Cockchafer, it felt like going through the motions. It had been wearing down onto him having assistants pulling him left and right to make him look "publicly pleasing" or to be some sort of idol to male fashion. Their intentions may be for the better, and the opinion of Eagle may be slightly exaggerated, but it was starting to become clear he was simply too old for the job. He didn't want to believe, let along accept the thought, but it just kept getting more difficult to go on. "Sir, we are going to be late!" Eagle glanced over at the mirror feeling like a man running out of time. He adjusted his tie, and tried his best to believe he looked anywhere close to a man in his 30's. Walking to the helicopter, the media lined up on the perimeter of the compound. He gave a quick greeting before seeking shelter and readied himself for a long flight. Later that day As the skies grew dark, the helicopter began to descend waking Eagle from his nap. He peered out the window and could make out the landing pad and personnel waiting on stand by. Glancing around, he recognized the area well. It was Berenguer Cruilles Airfield, one of the few airports Eagle personally liked design wise. He didn't have much time to scope out the area before being met by liaison officer Peter Sykes, who was assigned to the Crumstainian Prime Minister on his visit to the country. After a firm handshake and a friendly grunt from Eagle (At least, friendly is what he thought), the Prime Minister and his staff made their way to the motorcade waiting for them to head towards the Cathedral which was about an hour away. |
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| El Fiji Grande | 26 Nov 2017, 05:04 Post #19 |
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El Fiji Grande City 09:00 Reporter [on TV]: "... It's certainly a surprise move by Reven. We would have expected a much more well planned foreign trip. Coming so soon after the Universal Speech Act, one would have thought he'd take a bit of time to ride the ratings before moving on to the next item on his agenda... ... With Vice President Axel Vance at the helm, I'm sure the President will feel confident coming home to a supportive public..." Second Reporter [on TV]: "Our next segment, 'On the Spot' is coming up next, after the break." *Infomercial plays* "How much would you pay for a knife like this? Before you answer, listen, it even comes with a matching fork to make carving a pleasure!" *El Fiji Grande weaponization rate goes up* Reporter: "This week on On The Spot, we're going to be covering Rocco Bladen's reelection campaign to Senate!" Second Reporter: "A four term Congressman already, Bladen is an experienced politician looking to get into the big leagues. This election bid is everything for him, as he is now poised to lead his party, potentially making him majority leader for the Bulls. " Reporter: "A staunch supporter of military aid and veterans, he's been a strong proponent of sound fiscal policy... *static* ... an outdoor enthusiast, he has frequently defended the rights of gun owners." Second Reporter: "With that kind of resume, I feel Bladen has a strong chance, especially with so much on the line. I'd hate to see..." With that, Erwin Maven left the room. As Presidential Press Secretary, it mildly angered him that focus was already switching off of Reven's agenda and to the Senate races. "Donna - grab me a coffee and meet me in my office." He stubbed his toe on a desk, bit his lip to cover the habitual under-his-breath curse, then walked into the next room. "Harold, I'm calling a meeting in my office in ten. We need to set the record straight on Reven's trip abroad." International Waters, off the coast of [nation=Antiyard][/nation] 23:00 Tyrel Eiren paced the bridge of the EFG Maddox, a Walden-class aircraft carrier at the heart of the carrier group. The massive ship was decked with an assortment of 65 aircraft, mostly fighters, and was protected in part by a destroyer squadron made up of three destroyers and two frigates, three cruisers, and two Arctic Wolf-class submarines somewhere in the nearby waters. The carrier group also had an attached logistics vessel, and a backup supply ship. Flying far above was an AWACS, designed to protect the group by identifying incoming airborn threats. More than enough. The group had been placed in international waters outside of Antiyard. It was a precautionary measure only, and designed to ensure the security of the President abroad. |
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| Albiorix | 1 Dec 2017, 00:13 Post #20 |
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"Where is my champagne?!" -Email by Maurice Schreyer, to Sam Mitchell It had been a few hours since the Albiorixite entourage had been whisked from the airport amid much fanfare from the local and international media. Aline Halifax, in particular, took note of President Cockchafer's famously callused fingers as he clasped them around her gloved hands. The dedicated Albiorixite convoy rapidly loaded and departed the landing zone, following the Estradian convoy into the parking lot beside the Cathedral of Cordolona. All the while, Casimir Halifax exclaimed at the sheer amount of security present. Block after block of special forces lined the intersections, and barricades of steel seemed to rise up at every turn. "I cannot believe the level of military spending in this nation, even after all the saber-rattling with the carrier groups at sea lately!" "Don't forget, Antiyard is large and powerful with a target on its back. It must be the least they can do to provide this level of security with all the international leaders present. 'No loose ends' is their policy. We will stay safe with absolute control," reminded Aline. Governor General Vanier was on the phone the entire car ride. His face was masked in thought. A dinghy skirts the shore near the Antiyardian naval base. Five motorcycles park together three kilometres from the airport. |
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