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Andrew Hessenthaler surveyed his soon-to-be-inebriated fellow leaders.
"Right, to hell with the oohing and aahing, let's get out there and christen it!" He turned to the Starblaydi PR officer. "I assume you'll be lanching it with a bottle of vodka, what with it being an Orcinus ship?"
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"I think you'll find, Chairman," Kal flashed his PR-smile at the Krytenian, one which makes the average man want to punch him in the face, "that this ship has been christened in more ways than one. Lord Tiberius is on board already, with a large complement of... suitable guests for your good selves, gentlemen. If you listen closely..."
With the waves, the ships in the background and all the other sounds of dockyards, there was something else in there. A Bass beat. A very loud, rythmic bass, coming from somewhere on the Orca.
"It's one big ship, with a lot of bars, clubs, dancefloors, five-star rooms, swimming pools and lots more. Whether its hip-hop, dance, rock, chill-out or cheese you're looking for, there's a club for you in there somewhere, foam parties too. A firework display and fancy-dress party is set for tonight. You'll find adequate costumes in your rooms, plus all the alcohol you'll need for a helluva get-together as we sail in just a few minutes time. As Lord Tiberius himself said only this morning: 'Dictators party like they own the place.' Come along, gentlemen." |
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As the President turned up his bottled of whiskey for a big gulp, he took another glance at the ship. "Thats a big -explicitive removed-ing boat, how much that set ole Tiberius back my man?"
Antoine's face was beginning to become flushed from the alcohol and you could sense a different tone in his voice, but he continued anyway. "Think he'd hook me up with one for my birthday? Twelve days and counting!" he said quickily grinning at the other delegates who just laughed uncomfortably.
"OH HO HO! GOTCHA! My birthday isn't for another two months! Had you all worried didn't I? *Hiccup*"
He gave a couple more chuckles as he followed the other leaders aboard.
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Drax was making a mental shopping list. He wanted one of those ships, one of President Lauir’s pens too.
As he listened to the official list all the facilities on board the Autokrator remembered he had to really thank the Lord Protector for his invite. Without it he could have been in some boring SDL meeting right now inside of boarding this floating paradise.
But there’d be plenty of time for that later. Right now he needed a drink. |
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Kal led the leaders up the gangplank, making sure to point out to Tariskany where the bannister was so he wouldn't trip up on the way up to the impressive ship.
"This baby cost us around twelve million credits," Kal said, "though the nation selling them wanted our payment to be in vodka. I think they've still got some left. There's two nuclear reactors in this thing, and those guns aren't for show, either. We're trying to think of something to do with them, but haven't come up with any ideas yet."
At the top of the gangplank was Lord-Protector Tiberius Starblayde himself in T-shirt and shorts, with a beautiful bikini-clad girl on each arm.
"Boys!" He greeted them, getting one of the girls to take off his sunglasses. "Glad you could all make it. Behind me is a lovely pool with all the drink and girls you'll need. Michaela," he said, patting the girl on his left-hand side on the bum, "go help Antoine stand up, he needs you more than I do."
The girl giggled and trotted over to lend the Abattoirian President some assistance.
"I imagine Imperator Tiberivs will have to join us by helicopter, while I'm expecting Prince Culenkari at some point, too. Cooley and Titus here need to autograph a certain pact for us." |
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The Prince sat aboard his airliner, headed towards the northern part of Atlantian Oceania. His delegation had already told him of their experiences in the purple-clad nation, with positive remarks, especially of the Starblaydian Vodka. While Culenkari preferred a good beer himself, he was looking forward to testing the potent beverage himself.
His thoughts were broken by the attendant entering the cabin. "Sirs? We are nearing the airport in Bisarley, so you may want to prepare for landing."
"Thank you," said the elderly man sitting across from the Prince. The attendant returned to her quarters, while the Prince and his father strapped in. The elderly man sat back and sighed, a content look on his face. "It had been years since I've been up this way, son. But I can tell you, you will certainly enjoy it. Do you think Tiberius will let me visit the south?" |
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A faint whine could be heard over the humming nuclear engines of the partyship as a small, black object propelled itself through the sky. The helicopter made a wide circle around the ship, verifying a secure landing sight and showing off the Imperial insignia of the Nova Roman Imperivm: golden laurel leaves against the black armor of the AH-1F Cobra.
Its descent was slow and easy, gently touching down on the helipad of the ship before disengaging the engine. The cockpit hissed, popped open and the pilots unbuckled their belts and hopped out. One was a very muscular and fit man, intimidating, especially with his ceremonial muscled cuirass, dark purple cloak and Roman sandals. The other man, though not as large, seemed to have an air of authority about him. Also sporting nearly identical attire of his companion, there was an exception. That exception was the laurel leaf crown resting on his head; the leaves were gold, much like those on the side of the helicopter. It was clear immediately who this man was: Imperator Tiberivs Tyrannvs Traianvs. His companion? Praetorian Prefect Avlvs Cvrivs Varrvs.
Tiberivs stepped forward towards the group of fellow autocrats, "Gentlemen." |
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The Chairman, never one to turn down an invite for a drink, boarded the ship, and helped himself to a tot of vodka. He looked at the four men conversing to his right: Tiberius Starblayde, the Ratlean leader, and the Roman delegation. He looked back down at his shot of clear liquid.
"That's a lot of purple," he mused, as he downed the shot, "a lot of purple." |
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The great foghorn of the Orca sounded, to the tune of 'La Cucuracha'.
"Hmm," Tiberius said, "we're still debating as to what that should actually sound like, but its certainly unmistakable on the seas, right?"
The girl beside him giggled as the ship began to move off. Initially shunted by tugboats, the Orca was soon under way. Two nuclear reactors provided all the horsepower she would need as her course took her East-North-East. Protected at a discrete distance by the might of the Starblaydi Navy, the leaders of the Strategic Alliance could party in complete privacy.
A very tall, smartly-dressed (as far as beachwear can become smart) black woman made her way over to Tiberius and whispered in his ear.
"Gentlemen," he said as she departed, "Prince Culenkari will be joining us by Helicopter after a changeover in Starblaydia somewhere. For now, though, I'm off to watch some water polo." |
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“ . . . though, I'm off to watch some water polo.”
“Lord Protector?” Drax said, wanting to catch the Starblaydi leader before he became too distracted in the ships ample entertainment.
“Once Prince Culenkari arrives I’d like to get the business part of this meeting sorted out. If that’s ok with yourself and the other leaders of course. It’s just I’d like to sign up while I’m still capable of holding a pen.”
His gaze once again drifted to Tiberius’ bikini clad companion.
“And once the business is sorted we can concentrate on the pleasure.”
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"My dear ladies...I am perfectly capable of walking up this plank, and I assure you there is plenty of me to go around!" The president roared drunkedly.
Upon hearing the talk of "business" he grimaced a little bit, reminded that he would undoubtedly have to sit in a room and talk. He hated talking. He wanted to drink and be merry with these two lovely women.
"Amgnsng" he said, not realizing that noone understood his incoherent mumbling. Then, grabbing his two girls he mused, "Now my dears, where will we be sleeping tonight?" Bursting out with another roar of laughter. |
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As if by magic, or rather someone listening into the conversation followed by a secret signal from the Lord-Protector, two burly uniformed Venators appeared, one carrying a large leather-bound folder and the other a small table. Green felt lined the top, it appeared to be of the fold-out pokwer type. Perhaps some uses for that later, though, but for now, it was placed in front of the Autokrator.
In one of Drax's hands was placed an ornate fountain pen. On his other arm, suddenly, another bikini-and-sarong clad beauty appeared.
"Do sign quickly," Tiberius said producing a gun, "there's vodka in this water pistol and I'm not going to squirt it near the Lavingrad Pact."
He also whispered to the nearest alert Venator, "Don't let Antoine too close to the pool without someone with Lifeguard Qualifications nearby."
"Yes, my Lord." |
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How’s that for service? Drax thought as the baize table was placed in front of him. Besides, his mother had always told him never to argue with a dictator armed with an vodka filled gun.
Taking the pen, and naturally the young lady too, the Autokrator added his signature to the names on the Lavingrad Pact.
“Well that’s the formalities sorted. Now if you’ll excuse me gentlemen.”
With that he took the bikini clad beauty by the hand and, with little regard for his rather expensive suit, leapt into the pool.
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"That's... one way to go, I guess," Tiberius chuckled and squirted vodka at the ample chest of the girl on his arm. She practically squeaked at the touch of the cool alcohol, but giggled anway.
"Andy, think fast," Tiberius said quickly, tossing the vodka-pistol to the Krytie Chairman. He then swept the girl off her feet, over-the-threshhold-style and walked over to the nearest pool, where Titus was attempting not to sink in his full suit. Tiberius promptly heaved the girl into the pool, doubling Titus' fun.
"Guys, make yourselves at home and have a great afternoon, evening and night," he said, removing his shirt, displaying an athleticly-toned and tanned chest., "just try to not be drunk tomorrow afternoon, as we arrive in the Aquilianan Bay. A bit of sobreity might be called for, but for now..." Tiberius leapt backwards with a great splash into the pool, "have fun!" |
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The helicopter raced out to sea, carrying Ratlea's First Citizen. Culenkari wondered how his father's trip was going, thinking a bit out loud: "Why is he so interested in a town like Binchensburg?"
"My thoughts exactly, Prince", came the reply from one of the Starblaydi pilots. "Full of those damn lawyers." The look on the pilot's face indicated his distaste for the profession. "Useless, every damn one of them."
"I wouldn't say that about all those Legalites," countered his co-pilot. "Hell, look at what Reiner did there on Target. They all can't be that bad."
The word Legalite resonated in the Prince's head for a moment, as he remembered hearing bits of how his father came to be on the home island. However, the sight below quickly erased most of those thoughts.
"So, lavish parties are the sport of the kings?" said the young ruler. "I may just like these gentlemen."
The helicopter soon landed, allowing for Culenkari to make his first appearance before his fellow world leaders. |
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