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Distracted by the sauntering young lady to his left, Tyrannvs hardly noticed the Ratlean helicopter descend onto the ship. Pulling himself away from the most human of pleasures, he went over to greet the newly arrived leader.
"You must be Culenkari. Welcome to the party."
Extending his hand, he continued,
"Imperator Tyrannvs, Nova Roma. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to find that young lady who wiggled her ass just for me just a few minutes ago. I know she did!"
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Culenkari chuckled. "Nice meeting you, Imperator, and enjoy."
After walking on, drink in hand, the Prince moved toward the pool, where a lively game of water polo appeared to be in full force, though it looked like the sides were missing their uniforms...
The Prince shook his head, snapping himself out of the trance. "Business first, then pleasure," he said to himself, smiling. He kept looking around the pool, until he found his intended target.
"Hi, Mr. Starblayde? I'm Prince Culenkari of Ratlea", said the prince, offering a handshake. "Thank you for the invitation. Now may I ask to what I owe this honor?"
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Tiberius swam the few short strokes to the side of the pool and heaved himself out of he pool with a single thrust of his arms. He whipped a towel away from the waist of a passing girl, who shrieked, attempted to hide her shame and failed, before running inside the nearest stucture to find something to wear on her bottom half.
Tiberius shrugged and dried his hands, extending one to shake the Prince's hand.
"Welcome, Cooley," Tiberius said, "quite simply we want a strong, region-wide alliance for the promotion of peace and we think you can fit into our little organistation quite neatly." He gestured to the two Special Forces men, the baize-topped table and the ornate fountain pen. "Slap your autograph on that and it's all good, basically." |
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The Prince shook Tiberius's extended hand. "Peace and Prosperity for all is what we want in Ratlea, and with friends like these, I think we can help achieve that."
Culenkari walked over to the table, grabbing the Lavingrad Pact, making sure to read over each word carefully. Even with friends like these, it never hurt to double-check the wording. Finally, after he was satisfied, he signed the Pact, solidifying Ratlea's entry into the SAAS. That was easier than I anticipated, the Prince thought. He then turned to Tiberius, pulling out two bottles of the Ratlean specialty, Honey Bear Lager. He handed one to the Starblaydi leader. "To a long peace, and an even longer friendship." |
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"Cheers." Tiberius said, taking a swig. "Not bad. They say never mix your drinks, but I think this is an exception." Some hijinks in the pool behind caught his attention. "Strip-Volleyball? Nice."
Titus Drax obviously had the advantage in the little pool competition, having started out by wearing a complete suit. Not much of it was left now, though. Tiberius ran the towl over his long silver hair, preventing it from dripping everywhere.
Another alarm sounded on the decks of the Orca,
"Ah," Tiberius said, "the cocktail bar is open." |
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Here we are. The most powerfull men in all the region, enjoying the company of countless women and the best drinks available in Starblaydia. Incredible...
Though he wasn't a complete tradionalist, the Emperor of Nojika was definetly aware of the acts his ancestors would not partake in or approve of. Still, he couldn't help but enjoy the sites and sounds around him -- young attractive women, the best beverages Starblaydia had to offer, and a magnificent luxury liner.
Brakiss sat quietly at a shaded table along side the railing of the ship. In the distance were various Starblaydi naval ships and overhead the hum of helicopters could be heard. Accompanied by three young women who talked amongst themselves, Brakiss sat sipping on his drink and just observed what was happening around him. He watched as helicopters brought newcomers to the alliance and as they signed the infamous Lavingrad Pact and the process by which everybody onboard the ship seemed to be get more and more drunk.
He didn't mind though; Emperor Brakiss usually doesn't attend meetings of any kind outside of Nojika and sends personal appointed aids and representatives or other government officials to do this sort of work, and so this experience was something new to him.
...Simply incredible
[OOC - I purposly didn't make a post earlier. I'm trying to develop the Emperor more as a character who is very observant and therefore tends to be quiet and keeps mostly to himself; just in case your wondering.]
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[OOC: No probs, Nojika]
"The gang is," Tiberius said, draping a short-sleeved shirt over his shoulders, "as they say, 'all here'." He flicked his hair out from underneath the shirt and into the open and looked out to the West as the Sun was thinking of going down.
Now there's a thought. He smiled to himself.
"Um, Jenny," he called over to a fine-looking black girl sitting by the pool.
"Jackie," said the girl.
"That's what I meant. Jackie. Come with me for a moment, will you?"
"Of course, my Lord."
"There's a good girl." Tiberius smiled. Life was good. |
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Igor Janazak was sitting in his office grinning at the document sitting before him on his desk. Photos of the plane crash were sent and analyzed before TC-14 even returned. The plane crash photos were not the reason Jazazak was smiling though, for the air base had snapped a few photos at the hostile ground movement sitting at a camp near the base of a mountain. The Hockey Canadian Red Army had recieved photos of this as well as the area and were confused. If they didn't want Hockey Canadians there, why were they camped in a terrain that we excel in?
Intelligence had scanned the photos of the hostile people- what they found was startling. Every hostile member's photo had matched that of the missing Vicarais from Aquiliana. The government scrambled quickly to find out if the plane had any connection with the Vicarais. Unfortunately, the colours of the plane were blue and white while the Aquilianan planes were blue and red. The government knew something was up. Hockey Canada's top generals knew this first-hand before telling the one person in charge of Hockey Canada- no one would dare report to her uninvited or unnotified for she had so much power over the country, they would report to Prime Minister/Dictator Ondrea Di Lorenzi.
Di Lorenzi was sitting on the 107th floor of the Red Capital (Red Kapytul) building in Otnorot. Staring out the window she brushed a loose strain of hair that fell in front of her face. Snow was falling lightly meeting the red bricks of the ground below making it seem like a blood-drenched square like it had been so many years ago. Sitting back in her chair she glanced around her office as it looked like something out of a high-tech video game villain's lair. Chrome was all around with the odd painting here and there. A large computer was sitting perfectly on her desk while a huge TV was hanging on the wall about 50 feet away for board meetings. A quick rasp on the door only caused her to sigh.
"What is it?"
A man called from outside looking startled to hear a quick reply.
"G-g-gene-"
"Now speak General. Don't make me any more angry than I am."
"We have intelligence that Aquilianan Vicarais are in the lan-"
"General, I know. You don't think news would hit someone like you before it came to me? Only Tikhonov and Janazak have that and they sent it to me before all of you knew."
"Sorry ma'am. It's just that I've heard rumours about how you deal with people who come unannounced or uninvited."
"It's fine General. Now do we have forces heading south yet?"
"No ma'am, only our Air Force trying to pinpoint where other Vicarais or even the Ductor could be."
"Keep up the search while you send forces rolling down south. How about Starblaydia? Do they know about this yet?"
"No ma'am. They do not."
"Hmmmmmm... they have police in Aquiliana, but they don't know where the Aquilianan leaders are. The leaders are down south, but Starblaydia doesn't want to monitor us by Bekk."
Di Lorenzi presses a button on a remote control that opens the floor below her to see a whole slew of 3 and 4 star Generals in a boardroom below her office. Another button pressed rolls down the massive TV screen to show a map of the unclaimed land.
http://us.f2.yahoofs.com/bc/42c87539_8788/...f8dVRDBaPZlc5dV
"Gentleman. Here is a map of what we have right now in the land south of us. The blue X signals where the Vicarais have been found. The red line in our own border signifys our forces on the ground. The green line will signify a new organization called "Border Watch" where we will keep an eye on other borders starting with Starblaydia and Nova Britannicus. The blue squares signify where we plan to establish military bases or cities while the brown squares in Lake Bekk show where we have plans to establish off-shore naval areas. Any questions?"
No one would even dare to ask about this plan.
"And by the way gentleman. I want news that the Vicarais have been found on every television screen in Atlantian Oceania. Put out the strongest signal you can so this reaches Tiberius Starblayde himself. We may have a little present for him." |
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Andrew had, by this point, finished shooting vodka from the water pistol into his mouth, and decided he needed a drink. He removed his jacket and revealed a souvenir from his recent trip to Druida - a Krytenian replica kit as worn by Gabe Kennedy. He sprinted towards the pool.
"CANNONBALL!!!!!"
His splash soaked everyone within twenty feet of the entry point. |
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The sun slowly lowered in the distance. Titus dragged himself out of the pool, narrowly avoiding the minor tidal wave caused by the Chairman’s entrance. He should probably get changed, his suit was certainly beyond the help of even the most skilled tailor.
The Autokrator was directed to a changing room by one of the legion of attractive women that populated the ship. After a quick shower he emerged, dressed much more suitably for the evening.
Amazingly, considering the amount of booze on offer, Drax still hadn’t had a drink. He headed over to the bar.
“Vodka and orange”, he told the barman. “Oh, what the hell? Double the vodka and hold the orange.”
While waiting he made a mental note to ask the Lord Protector to pass on his thanks to the Starblaydi Inquisition. Without them the Autokrator could be sat in a boring SDL meeting rather than sailing on the Orca. Although why the Inquisition were monitoring the Hypocrian High Command’s communications in the first place might make for an interesting conversation later.
He took his drink and turned to the leaders around the pool.
“Your health gentlemen.” |
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The Chairman's entry vector had gone horribly wrong. He had slipped as he hit the edge of the pool and entered head first, causing a huge amount of splash as he did so. His head then smacked the bottom of the pool, and now here he was, unconscious and slowly floating, face down, towards the top of the pool... |
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"Hoho! What a great party!"
Imperator Tyrannvs downed another shot of vodka and looked about, glancing over the other leaders having an equally wonderful time. He caught a glimpse of someone running to the pool,
"Ah ha! The Krytenian chairman!"
The man's feet seemed to jumble up in a knot right before he tumbled into the pool. A large thudding sound could be heard resonating from the pool. Tyrannvs leapt up and saw the Chairman's body floating up to the surface.
"My gods! Varrvs, help the Chairman!"
Shouting, Tyrannvs looked to his Praetorian Prefect who had already pulled off his armor and was now diving into the pool to get the Krytenian leader. Flipping the man onto his back and carrying him out of the water, Varrvs set the man flat on the pool cement. He checked for signs of breathing, saw and heard none, and just as he was about to perform CPR a scantily-clad woman came running up.
"I'm a trained lifeguard! I'll take care of him!"
Stepping back, both Varrvs and Tyrannvs enjoyed the view as the woman bent over to resuscitate the Chairman. |
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One of the good things about custom-building a swimming pool into where a forward 21" shell magazine storage once lay is that you could install all sorts of things. Things like a Poseidon System, for instance.
With a body that obviously wasn't floating on the bottom of the pool, the computer detection system quickly ascertained that something was wrong. In the control room an alarm sounded, one which was quickly sounded around the pool.
Unforunately, though, the appointed lifeguard - a rather busty blonde in the purple one-piece swimsuit - almost seemed to be running in slow-motion as she ran towards the pool. By that time a keen-eyed Nova Roman had already fished him out, but she was a trained lifeguard after all.
With no breathing, the woman immediately clasped Hessenthaler's head and tilted it back. Squeezing his nostrils together she formed a tight seal over the Chairman's mouth with her own and blew in two breaths. She then checked for signs of life.
[OOC: Yer bugger, NR, I was typing that  ] |
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Antoine was sitting on the steps of the pool with a woman under each arm, a little bit afraid of going any deeper.
"Damnit Andrew, always trying to show off!" he said, noting the leader laying unconcious by the pool.
He grabbed one of his two exotic treasures and begin to kiss lightly upon her neck moving slowly downward. Stopping suddenly he yelled, "OH HO! What have we here!".
Noticing the Xilian President in his speedo bathing suit, he couldn't help but laugh regardless of his womans oncoming advantages.
"Hold om my dears, I'm happily married!" he shrieked. "But who cares, my wife is in Abattoir thousands of miles away, let's head off to the room shall we?"
Again motioning to Tiberius Starblayde in case it became eminent for his presence, he would be in his room awaiting further "instruction". |
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Adonis came stumbling out of the door facing the pool, quite a ways down the deck. Noticing the party going on in the water, he hurried over.
"My god! Spend an hour in a room with naked women and noone even throws you a sideways glance, but wander into the alcohol storage and people begin to get pushy!" he snorted.
He grinned and produced two bottles of Abattoiran whiskey. "I've missed you so much..."
He gently stroked one bottle while proceeding to pour half the other down his throat. "Ahhhhhh.... now THAT is what I am talking about!". He wiped his lips and began fumbling with his suit. Antoine stumbled past. Adonis shouted "Think fast!" and tossed the full bottle to Antoine who miracurously caught it. "For the road my friend!"
Antoine hiccuped his thanks while a young, voluptuous woman came over and began loosening Adonis' tie. |
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