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| Coronation of the new monarch of Vulshain; Vulshain elects a new king | |
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| Topic Started: Jul 7 2010, 02:52:15 AM (13,568 Views) | |
| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 7 2010, 02:52:15 AM Post #1 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: This little topic is so people can get to know the leader of my country. You all are welcome to post your leaders' responses to this. There are quite a few laughs here, as well as some violence and profanity. I apologize if I offended anyone. A news report appears, showing the Vulshainian Confederate News and Media Network (VCNMN) logo flashing on the television screens of many around the world. A news broadcaster explains the situation, "With word that the ruler of the Confederacy of Vulshain, Oykieke Chaney, has abdicated the throne after suffering a massive stroke yesterday, a new monarch has been elected. Because of his failing health, the Royal Congress of Vulshain decided to begin elections for a new monarch as to prevent political instability a few weeks ago after Chaney was rushed to the emergency room after having a heart attack. The Congress has revealed the name of the new ruler as being Samuil Rainard, a former military captain of the Vulshainian Confederate army. Rainard was selected from a list of potential candidates to ascend the throne. Many citizens have expressed their joy of having a young, and patriotic leader. While many were happy with Chaney as ruler, critics are quick to point out that he had neglected improving our country's relations with other nations. Others had expressed concern due his lax policies dealing with eliminating the remnants of the Republican Regime that was led by former Presidential Viceroy Merrill Rivers, who is still at large and wanted by the World Assembly for war crimes committed during his reign. We are now going live to the Confederate Palace where the new monarch will be crowned. Following his coronation, a press conference will be held where reporters from around the globe will ask questions of our new and young leader." The screen changes, now showing a young and attractive vulpine in his late 20s wearing a long dark brown double breasted greatcoat with red piping around the collar and front, embroidered collar tabs and epaulettes, a gold auguillette, and a peaked hat with a visor having gold metal leaves around the outer edge and embroidered gold wreath with metal cocarde. The breeches had red officer stripes. His uniform adorned with many awards, medals, and decorations, he walked down towards the throne of Vulshain where a bishop of the Celiam Methodist Church, a priest of Laiatan Protestantism, and a Vayan Catholic bishop awaited to crown him. The vulpine's silky and sleek fur is red, blue, and white, but with streaks of silver and black. His strange fur pattern gave him an unique, yet attractive appearance. He has two bluish-black markings on his white and red muzzle that start at the corners of his eyes and end at his nose, forming an arrow-like shape, similar to that of a fox. White fur begins right under his nose and cheeks and moves down his chest. The top part of his long red ears are edged with black, but have three white stripes on the botton part of his ears. A silver stripe starts at his forehead, goes between his eyes and stops at his nose. His left eye is green, while his right eye is crystal blue. His long, bushy tail is red; the tail tip is white, with a ring of black fur separating the red and white furs. His hands are covered in dark blue fur, although his fingers and palms are white. He has two earrings hanging from his left ear. Several female vulpines and lobos among those gathered wave and shout cheers at him. "So, now I'm going to be the target of every women's affections. Why did I have to inherit both of my parents' good looks," Samuil thinks to himself. Security is tight as several humans begin to throw insults at him. "Hey filthy animal, you stink! Restore Rivers," yells one human who tries to throw a rock at Samuil. Military police grab the human as he struggles as he is arrested and beaten with batons. One vulpine citizen tries vainly to claw the man's eyes out. Suddenly, one of the human protesters breaks through the security as he swings a metal pipe at Samuil. As Samuil dodges the blow, he grabs the human's arm and bends back behind him. As he does so, he trips up the human. As his attacker falls, Samuil grabs the his foot and violently twists, the sound of bone breaking can be heard. The human screams and curses as pain rips through him. Samuil grabs him by the hair and slams the man's face into the floor several times before lifting the man back up and punching him the jaw. Blood and a couple of teeth fly out of the man's mouth as he hits the floor, this time not moving. Straightening his uniform, he turns and heads back to the throne as police yank and drag the unconscious human away. Many vulpines shout cheers and praises at him. "That's showing him," yelled a vulpine boy as he sits on his father's shoulders waving a small flag of Vulshain. "Yeah, show those naked monkeys what for," said a young lobo teenage girl who then blew him a kiss. "Show those sorry excuses for humans what happens to racists in Vulshain," a human man cheered. Samuil smiles and waves at his people. He arrives at the foot of the throne, and knees before it, removing his hat. The priests sprinkle holy water on his head before they shower him with flowers, bits of grass, and leaves. The clerics ask St. Aiya, God, the Den Mother, and Vulshain's patron saints, St. Jorkett VI and St. Kitsuniva, to watch over him. Placing his right hand on a Bible, he raises his left hand and says the constitutional oath of ascension, "I, Samuil Rainard, do solemnly swear, in the performance of my powers as the King of the Confederacy of Vulshain, to respect and protect the rights and freedoms of the Confederate people, to observe and protect the Constitution of the Confederacy, to protect the sovereignty and independence, security and integrity of the state." Upon finishing the oath, the golden crown is placed on his head. He gets up off his knees and sits on the throne. "Behold the new King of Vulshain!" The people cheer, shouting Samuil's name over and over again as the national anthem is played. * * * As Samil straightens his clothes again, he glances at his note cards several times as his tail moves back and forth from nervousness. "Okay, Samuil, you can do this. You can do this..." He walks to the large podium, and sees the large number of reporters of various species and from various nations getting ready to bombard him with questions. "Crud!" He swallows his fear and approaches the podium. "Ladies and gentlemen of the press, I thank you for coming today to witness the ascension of the new leader of Vulshain. I hope in the coming years, that I will prove a capable, wise, and just ruler. Vulshain has persevered through many trials, one of which was the our great nation being oppressed by the tyrant known as Merrill Rivers, a man who refuses to this day to admit the equality of all species. All are equal in the eyes of Heaven. I know that many humans are still chained to Rivers' lies and deceits, but I hope that I can prove to you all that all are capable of greatness." Suddenly, a human reporter raises his hand. "Please refrain from asking questions until the speech is over." The human lowered his hand. Sighing, Samuil continued, "I know that I have much to prove, but I am determined to make my home into a great and prosperous nation once more." Just as he put down the note cards, the same human reporter raised his hand. "Yes," Samuil asked. "King Rainard, why did brutally beat up that human protester?" "That man attacked me and I was forced to defend myself." The same human continued, "But, isn't that your bodyguards' job?" "I am no coward. I will not hide behind someone else. If someone attacks me or threatens my country and her people, then I will fight back." "So, you're saying that if someone pushes you, you'll push back, without giving diplomacy a chance?" "Well, defending oneself from an armed protester is one thing, but in the arena of nations, diplomacy is needed as one can gain a truer victory through peace than through violence. Although, military action is needed, in order to protect one's home and loved ones." "Is it true that you're single?" This question caused several chuckles from the crowd. "Um...Yes, I am, but..." Before the human reporter could continue, another reporter, a vulpine female, raised her hand. "Yes," Samuil asked. "King Rainard, what do you plan on doing about the recent arrival of refugees from the tiny Ibius region in the north, what with repeated reports of ethnic cleansing occurring over there?" Before Samuil could answer, the Ibian reporter stood up and screamed, "Lies! There is no cleansing in the Ibius Region! These so-called 'refugees' are nothing more than fools who are running away from their problems to some animal-controlled excuse of a nation." Samuil growled softly as his claws scratched the podium as he held back a few choice words. "No one is accusing of anyone of anything," Samuil replied, hoping to cool tensions. "To answer your question, Vulshain is ready to receive these refugees with open arms. These people have been through a great deal of hardship, and we, Vulshainians, as a compassionate people must be there to support them." Suddenly, a shoe flew by, narrowly missing Samuil's head. Several armed guards began dragging the Ibian reporter out of the room. As he was removed, the Ibian shouted, "Animals! Monsters! Fiends! We shall burn your unholy nation to the ground! We will cut off your tails, declaw your hands, and shave your fur off! Ibius supports humans! Forever!" He continued his ranting even as he removed. "Does anyone else have any questions?" The human reporter from before raised his hand again. "King Rainard, tell us, what is your opinion of Selvala McEva, the leader of Vekaiyu?" "I have not met Ms. McEva yet, but I plan to in the coming days when I begin a tour of several nations--" "But surely you have seen and read about her from newspapers, magazines, the television, the Internet?" "Yes, that is true, but--" "So, from what you know about her now, what do you think about her?" Samuil was struggling with an answer. "Why is he asking me this? Great, another person that thinks we are animals." "Well, um...Ms. McEva is very beautiful, and attractive. She is...um...intelligent--" "You do realize that she doesn't have a formal education," the human reporter said. "Intelligence doesn't always have to be from an education. Intelligence can come from wise mind, which is another one of her qualities as she is wise and strong." "I wasn't aware that vulpines had any upper body strength, since vulpines lack fat." This comment caused several humans to laugh. Several vulpines growled and cursed under their breaths. "I was referring to her strong iron will. She has restored her country from a war-torn nation to a prosperous country." "Yes, but according to reports she became leader after she assassinated the previous one...Max Venavle." "That is true, but it wasn't an assassination." "Pardon?" "Max Venavle attempted to rape her, and she killed him in self-defense. In my opinion, she is someone who doesn't like to be push around and that she is independent woman who deserves respect and admiration." "So, it would seem that you two share the quality of standing up for yourselves." "Yes, that is true, but, since becoming the leader of Vekaiyu, Ms. McEva has proven a strong, wise, and exceptional leader." "She has prohibited elections." "Only until the country is fully restored." "So, do you plan on dating her?" "What!?" "Or, are you put off after the scandal two weeks ago where Ms. McEva got drunk, took off all of her clothes, and streak through the streets shouting profanity at the top of her lungs?" "I wasn't aware of any sort of scandal. Surely, you are mistaken." "Why am I not surprised." "Excuse me?" "You beasts stick together, covering up each other's mistakes, it's a wonder you can get anything done. So, you think she is attractive?" "Yes, but--" "So would you immediately marry her if was to walk through those doors right now?" Samuil was doing his best not to pant. "Damn it to hell! This guy won't shut up!" "That would be her decision. If she was to--" "If she was to beat you senseless and tell you never to look in her direction again, you would what?" "I would respect her decision. She isn't an object to possess, she is a person who must be treated with respect." "Ah, so this explains your supportive views on women's rights." "Yes, I believe in the rights of both men and women. No one should be discriminated against based on anything." "If she accepted your proposal to marry her, what would you do?" Samuil's mind screamed as he fumbled for the words, as he began to blush red. "Yes...I mean...maybe...only um...I don't know!" Suddenly, questions were being thrown at him from right and left. Finally, he snapped. "QUIET!" The room became quiet. "Ahem...I apologize, but it is late, and I am tired. I thank you all for coming, but I have to get some rest for I will contacting Vekaiyu to discuss arrangements for a meeting with Ms. McEva." Samuil quickly got out of there as the questions began to be hurled once more. OOC: Okay, for those who are trying to figure it out, that reporter was trying to embarrass the heck out of poor Samuil, and apparently it worked. And no, Ms. McEva didn't run around naked. It was a lie. Samuil, despite being popular with the ladies, has a hard time interacting with them. He's actually shy, despite being a tough guy. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Jul 7 2010, 06:23:15 PM Post #2 |
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Wolfman
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Presidential Palace, New Skopje D.S., Southern Yugoslavia The sun was rising over the skyline of the capital city of Southern Yugoslavia. The sky was bright with shades of orange, yellow, and purple. The young lobo leader, Zachary Kreskov, leaned over the balcony outside. He looked on from his balcony, watching as cars drove on the interstate a few miles from the building. Just last night, he had watched a report on the crowning of the new monarch of Vulshain, a vulpine nation. He had watched when the vulpine leader was attacked, and successfully defended himself from a human. He watched as humans, booed the new leader, while other vulpines cheered. Below him, a group of the Republican Guard Presidential Division patrolled the grounds. One of them looked up. "Good morning, Mr. President!" "Morning, Stu. How's it going down there?" Zachary had met Stu when he served in the Republican Guard Presidential Division. "Not too bad right now. Just like any other day, sir." "Stu, we've been friends for years. You know you can call me Zach. Didn't we go over this last week?" "Probably. All right, I'll get out of your hair. I'm sure you have presidential duties to attend to. Have a good day, Zach." "You too, Stu." Zach walked into his bedroom where his wife was still asleep. He picked up his laptop from the nightstand and sat back outside. The air was cool, and the smell of rain still lingered from the night before. He knew it was probably best to open diplomacy up to Vulshain. He feared that relations with Vekaiyu may crumble once they learned of the capture of one of their subs and crew in Southern Yugoslavian maritime claims. He turned on the laptop, and jumped when he felt hands on his back. He looked behind him, and found his wife looking at him. "What are you doing?" "Remember last night, when we watched that news report on Vulshain's new monarch? Well I'm trying to open diplomatic ties with them, since ties between us and Vekaiyu could fail after we captured that sub and crew off our coast." "All right. Want some coffee?" "Sure." She walked over to the coffee maker in their room and poured two cups. She walked back outside and handed one to him. "Thanks, babe." She kissed him, and walked back inside. Zach took a drink of coffee and put the cup on the table beside him. He opened up the email.
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 8 2010, 12:08:36 AM Post #3 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: Sorry it took so long, but I was trying to do two things at once. I just like multitasking. Samuil was showering when he heard his laptop's email alert chimed. Quickly drying off and putting on his bathrobe, opened his laptop. As he read the message, he began to brush his tail.
Smiling, Samuil put down his brush and began typing his reply. He had not expected to receive a reply from another nation so quickly after being crowned king. However, he had heard reports that relations between Southern Yugoslavia and Vekaiyu were starting to crumble due a fiasco involving a submarine off the coast of South Yugoslavia.
Samuil read the message several times, even proofreading with and without spell check. He glanced over at a picture and picked it up. He smiled as he ran his hand over the faces of his parents, four sisters, baby brother, and himself. Tears began to well up in his eyes. Swallowing his sorrow, he added to his message to the Southern Yugoslavian President.
Samuil sighed, rubbing his eyes. He read over the message one last time, before sending it. Samuil quickly dressed and left to where an armored car waited for him. A guard opened the door for him. "Your Majesty, should you be out, especially after what happened at your coronation?' "My decision," he replied. The guard shrugged and closed the door. The driver asked where to go. Samuil told him where to go. They drove off, being escorted by soldiers in jeeps and police officers on motorcycles. They stopped first at a small flower shop. Security guards kept a lookout for anyone who might try to assassinate the king. The store owners were shocked to see their leader walking into their shop. They were extremely nervous as they didn't know what to do. Samuil picked up a bouquet of fresh lilies and overpaid the owners as he laid down five times the cost of the flowers in blue riyals. Samuil turned, smiled, thanked them for the flowers, and said goodbye as the store owners thanked him for the money repeatedly. It would be a story to tell their friends and family that the king himself had shopped at their store. The car drove the king to his destination, a small house. Lilies were blooming in a garden. He got out of the car and took a deep breath and exhaled. Straightening his clothes, he walked up to the house. A guard opened the house door for him. "How is she," Samuil asked. "Doing well, today, sir. She has been asking about you, though," the guard replied. Nodding his thanks, Samuil walked up the stairs and opened a bedroom door. Laying on a bed, propped up on several pillows, and dressed in a beautiful sleeping gown was a female Vulpine with red fur except the fur on her lower arms, hands, and shoulders was black, as well as two silver-checkmark-shaped markings on her muzzle. Her chest had white fur. Her upper arms are a black color. Her long dark reddish-brown hair reaches down to the small of her back. Upon hearing the door open, she looked up from her book. Her face brightened upon seeing who her visitor was. "Samuil, is that you? Wait a moment. Everything is kind of fuzzy," she said as she tried to reach for a pair of glasses on her nightstand. Samuil handed her the glasses. Putting them on, she smiled. "Ah thank you, I can see better now. Are those lilies? Oh Samuil, you remembered!" She took hold of the beautiful flowers and smelt their sweet fragrance. "Happy birthday, Cecilia," he said, before adding as he pulled up a chair to sit next to her, "I thought the doctors and I told you not to read without your glasses on?" She stuck out her tongue at him before answering, "Please, like I'm going to have my little brother tell me what to do. Besides, it is braille. You know for when I can't..." She stopped and looked out of the window of her bedroom, dreading what the unspoken words foretold. "The doctors say that your eyesight is improving," he answered, lying, more to himself than to her. She turned back to him, grinning. "Liar. You know Samuil, after all of these years, you should know by now, that your sisters can always tell when you're lying." They both laughed, reminiscing of all the times when Samuil did something wrong and tried to lie about it, only for his sisters to reveal his deception. "Because of you and the others, I got put in time out in the corner quite a bit!" "Well, it taught you to be honest," she said. Samuil smiled and looked at her. His smile faded upon seeing her beautiful green eyes, and knowing that one day she would never be able to see out of them. The doctors had told him that she would probably lose her eyesight in five to six months, if she was lucky. Seeing his sister going blind at a snail's pace was torture to him. She reached over and gently touched his muzzle. "Listen, Samuil. You're my brother, and I'm your sister. We'll always be there for each other, no matter what." Samuil tried to fight back the tears, but to no avail. He broke down crying, sobbing in his sister's lap as his ears sank downward. "I'm so sorry, Cecilia! I'm so sorry! I couldn't save Momma and Papa! I wasn't there for you all when the Regime soldiers attacked you! You needed me, and I wasn't there to protect you! Because I wasn't there, Momma and Papa are...gone! I wasn't there for you when those monsters locked you away in a labor camp! I can't find Anna, Taisiya, Erik, and Natalka! I can't find them! It's my fault, my fault! Damn it, I should have...I should...have been there for all of you! It's my fault...I'm so, so sorry...sorry, sorry...so sorry..." Samuil wept in his sister's lap. She simply smiled and ran her delicate hands through his brown hair. "Now, now, Samuil. It wasn't your fault. No one knew that Merrill Rivers and his psychos would return. It just happened. Now, come on, look at him. Sammy, look at me," she softly said. Sniffing and still crying, he looked up at his third oldest sister. "There now. Come on, dry up. I know the last several years have been rough on you, but you're the King now. Everyone in Vulshain is looking up to you. The whole world is watching you, seeing what you'll do. You got to be strong and brave. I remember when we were little, you weren't afraid of anything, not even that bully, what was his name? Doesn't really matter, now, though, but you remember right? How you stood up to him when he took your favorite toy and wouldn't give it back? You called him out in front of his lackeys, and even though he punched you over and over again, you got right back up. Natalka, Anna, Taisiya, and I were so proud of you that day. Even that bully was impressed, and he became your best friend from that day forward." Samuil simply smiled and nodded. Cecilia smiled back and wiped the tears from his face. "Look Samuil, when you were crowned king, I was so proud of you. Just remember, Momma and Papa are proud of you, watching over you in Heaven. And wherever Anna, Taisiya, Erik, and Natalka are, they're proud, too. Now, dry up, you got a country to lead." She handed him a cloth that he used to wipe his face. They smiled at each other. "You take care, Cecilia. If you need everything, let the guard know. If you need to see me, call me. I'll even have an armed escort bring you to visit me." Giggling, she playfully slapped him on the nose. "Oh stop it, and get going you little munchkin!" He kissed her on the forehead and began to leave, when his sister said, "Samuil." He turned around and looked at her. "Make us proud." "I will. I'll make you all proud of me. I love you, Cecilia." "I love you, too." Samuil left the house and was escorted back to the Confederate Palace. A few blocks away, inside of a building, someone had been watching and listening. The man was dressed in the uniform of the Republican Regime Armed Forces, with an armband with the initials RLAM printed on it. "So, the king is just a cry baby, huh? And his big sister is his weakness?" Smiling, the assassin pointed a high-powered rifle at the window of Cecilia's bedroom, lining her up with his cross hairs. He grinned at the joy of destroying the Vulshainian King's world. Someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Frederick, in a minute. Can't you see I'm busy killing the king's sister?" "Yeah, and I really don't like that. And I'm not Frederick," said the stranger. The assassin turned around, wide eyed in shock. "Who the--" He collapsed to the floor, a bullet lodged between his eyes. The stranger held a pistol in his hand, and calmly removed the silencer from it. The stranger smiled and answered to the dead assassin, "I'm the king's best friend." The stranger left the assassin's body, stepping over the also dead Frederick as he left the scene, whistling the Vulshainian National Anthem. OOC: Wow. That was a lot of typing. For those who are worrying, Samuil is shorter in comparison to his four sisters. Samuil was very close to his family, and the deaths of his parents and not knowing the fates of his other siblings haunts him. He is not unhinged nor is he a crybaby, but he can get very emotional at times. Here is the complete message to Southern Yugoslavia:
Yeah, I know, it's very emotional. I got the inspiration after reading some old diaries written by Civil War soldiers during college. Here's what Samuil's sisters and brother look like: Natalka: She has black fur except the fur on her lower arms, hands, and shoulders were white, as well as two white-checkmark-shaped markings on her muzzle. Her chest is grayish-blue. Her upper arms are a sandy brown color. She has medium length dark brown hair and blue eyes. Anna: All golden fur except for her white furred chest, toes, fingers, palms, inside of her legs, cheeks, and neck. Her lowers legs up to her knees are a reddish-gold color. The back of her hands and lower arms up till right below her elbows has a tawny gold color. Her tail is bushier than most, and resembles a collie's tail rather than a fox's tail. Hair is black with many strands dyed blue. Right eye is blue and left eye is green with blue flecks. Taisiya: Erik: Reddish-brown fur, with white furred chest, neck, cheeks, and lower jaw with white tail tip. Ears are brown, and has brown fur on legs, feet, and lower arms. Right eye is blue; left eye is green. Hair is brown. Merrill Rivers by the way for those who are just eager to know what he looks like, he is a tall human with black hair that is starting to turn gray, dark brown eyes, a bushy mustache, and a gold tooth that when he smiles, flashes. Despite his age, he is top physical condition. Last spotted heading towards Southern Yugoslavia. He is extremely crafty. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Jul 10 2010, 07:24:20 PM Post #4 |
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[[OOC: Vulshain, I went ahead and took control of Merrill Rivers for this post if you don't mind. If something's wrong with it, just let me know and I'll change it.]] Southern Yugoslavian Republican Guard Border Station, Southern Yugoslavia-Vulshain Border A dark blue sedan pulled up to the guardhouse. Inside sat a man wearing sunglasses and a baseball cap. A heavy rain was falling on the forested region. An armed guard walked over to the car in a poncho. "Afternoon, sir. May I see your passport?" The man inside shuffled around in the glove box for a minute, and pulled out papers and a passport. He handed them to the guard, without saying a word. The guard skimmed over it. "Okay, let me go stamp this, and I'll be right back." The man nodded his head. The guard walked swiftly over to the guardhouse. Another guard looked up and spoke to him. "What's the matter, Drei?" "I feel like I've seen that man before." "Who?" "The guy in the blue sedan out there." Drei opened the passport and looked intensely at the picture. He looked up at the Most Wanted wall, and saw the picture. "He's Merrill Rivers. The guy that led the coup way back when in Vulshain." "That time where we shut down the border to all humans coming from Vulshain? All right, let's get him." The other guard followed Drei out, and whispered something in Lobonese into the radio. Drei looked over, and saw four other Republican Guard soldiers walk out of the standby building, and another two enter one of the pursuit cars. Drei tapped on the window of the sedan. "Sir, please exit the vehicle." Rivers didn't move. He looked around somewhat nervously, and saw two other soldiers approaching the car. Rivers took a deep breath, and put the car into drive, and floored it. The car broke through the gate, and drove down the road. "Fuck! Open fire!" Drei shouted. Drei and the other three guards opened fire with their AR-95s on the car as it sped down the road. The pursuit car sped after it. The guards and Drei stopped firing. "Shit. What city is he headed to?" Drei looked at the sign. "Little border town called Seig Anutium." He shook his head. Shouldn't be too hard to find him there. Rein, call the National Guard. We need that town on lockdown." [[OOC: I'll put up a reply from the president in a bit.]] |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 11 2010, 12:39:45 AM Post #5 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: Wow! You did an excellent job. I'll let you handle this part, although, Rivers is usually a very cautious man, and would probably have some of his followers waiting to get him out of a jam if needed. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Jul 11 2010, 08:57:46 PM Post #6 |
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Wolfman
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Seig Anutium, Southern Yugoslavia The buzzing sound of helicopters could be heard over the small border town of 5,000. Heavy rains still continued to fall over the province, causing flooding in some areas. Zachary Kreskov had commisioned the National Guard to the areas of flooding, as well as a small detachment to Seig Anutium to intercept Merrill Rivers. Humvees and trucks rolled down the soaked highway, filled with National Guard troops. A small convoy stopped at Seig Anutium, and blocked off the main road. The mayor came outside and spoke with the lieutenant. "What the hell is going on here?" "Sir, martial law will be enforced until Merrill Rivers is captured. We request you return home." The mayor wanted to continue arguing, but he knew the lieutenant was right. He watched as the mayor left in his car. "Okay guys, let's start going door to door. We're finding this bastard, even if it means going to every house in this town, and every tree in that damn forest." Merrill Rivers had stopped off in the forest two miles from Seig Anutium. His old followers had taken refuge in a small cave. They were to sneak him past the National Guard in Seig Anutium. They were to climb into a black SUV, and Rivers was to hide in the back, covered by a blanket. A helicopter flew overhead with a searchlight shinning into the forest. He then heard speaking in a language he had never heard before. "Fuck! Those animals got troops on the ground." "Get in the SUV! We'll rush 'em!" One of his followers whispered to him. The group entered the SUV and turned on the car, catching the attention of the Guard. "There they are! Take out the tires!" The group of National Guard soldiers opened fire on the black SUV's tires, causing them to be shredded to pieces. The group attempted to drive off on rims, but was not able to drive off due to the mud. The Guard soldiers fired tear gas through the back window of the SUV. The group exited the SUV. Merrill Rivers pulled out a small pistol, and began emptying the clip at the National Guard. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 11 2010, 11:45:15 PM Post #7 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: Before I begin, you're doing an excellent job on Merrill Rivers, SY. Keep up the great work. Now back to IC. IC: Samuil's tour of his country was going well, having stopped in several cities and towns. While a few protesters slowed things down, nothing major had interrupted the tour. Samuil gave a few speeches, answered several questions, shook hands with many government officials, and waved to his citizens. However, his mind was else where. He was still preparing his tour to many different East Pacific nations, starting with Southern Yugoslavia, Vekaiyu, and Listonia, before going to Warre, Smigsachenweiz, and Allegheny, and maybe Elphana. He thought those nations would be the best ones to improve relations, especially since there were reports of tension building between Vekaiyu and Southern Yugoslavia, not to mention reports of attacks on Vulshainian ships by pirates backed by Regime remnants or rogue nations. He hated being ruler. Everyone looked up to him, not to mention so many different things to worry about. Soon, he arrived at his next destination: an ancient temple dedicated to the pagan goddess Vileska. His eyes looked at the ruins his mother had taken him to as a young boy. Statues of the goddess of spring decorated the ruins, while reliefs of symbols representing the season of spring covered the temple. Putting on his fedora, Samuil gave a speech, "My fellow Vulshainians, as I had an interest in archaeology, I cannot tell you enough of the importance of preserving our heritage. The Regime sought to purge our nation of our heritage and past. Many ruins and churches were razed and destroyed. They can never be rebuilt, lost to us forever. We must ensure that such desecration never happens again. I ask you, the citizens of Vulshain, to treasure and cherish our history, for we have been given the task as caretakers and protectors of the treasures and legacies of our ancestors. To do other wise, would be a grave insult to them, and to ourselves." Continuing, he finished, "Luckily, reconstruction of many damaged historical sites are nearly completion. It is my hope that future generations will be able to marvel and be awed by the majesty of our history and heritage." Many who had heard him applauded him. Before leaving Samuil walked through the temple, touching the temple's walls and finally the great statue of Vileska, like those priests and pilgrims who had done so many times countless years ago before the spread of Vayan Catholicism. Samuil sighed, as looked at the ruins. Sighing once more, he kissed the statue's feet as his mother had instructed him to do as a way to honor the gods and reading the inspiration, written in ancient Vulpine, that was said to grant the reader good fortune. His father had always rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, out of range of Samuil's mother's hearing. "I feel like I'm being torn apart by two worlds: of the Christian god and the old ways." Grasping a pendant of St. Aiya and kissing it, he returned to where his escort would take him to another place: the Thanos Gate Labor Prison, a prison where great evils were committed. He wasn't looking forward to it. "Oh well, it can't be helped," he thought as he read an article on archaeology. OOC: If you're wondering , Samuil's parents were of different faiths. Samuil's father was an immigrant from Vekaiyu and a devout Vayan Catholic. However, he fell madly in love with a Vulshainian Vulpine who, while being a Christian, continued to practice many pagan traditions. Both were archaeologists. And yes, Samuil has a fedora like a certain whip-cracking world-renowned adventurous archaeologist we all love! You know who! :lol:
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| Todd McCloud | Jul 12 2010, 11:45:40 PM Post #8 |
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Planet Telox
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An email without a reply address appears in King Samuil’s inbox. The subject field is written in scrambled letters.
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 13 2010, 01:27:02 AM Post #9 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: More like a box full of wrenches thrown into the works! Samuil gave his speech at the Thanos Gate Labor Prison Camp, where many were killed and abused during the Regime's time in power. "My fellow Vulshainians and those of foreign birth, what you see before you is a scar. A scar made by the Republican Regime as it falsely believed that humanity was better than all others. Our nation was founded on the belief of equality and cooperation between all. The first king of Ancient Vulshain unified this great nation and brought an age of peace and prosperity to his people, be they human, vulpine, lobo, or whatever they were. Many great atrocities were committed in the names of bigotry, hatred, and evil here. Instead of destroying this black spot, we have preserved it, in the hopes that those who visit this site of villainy will leave with the belief that such wickedness never happens again. I ask each of you tonight, no matter what your religion or beliefs are, to bow in a moment of silence, in remembrance of those who died and suffered here." A few moments passed, as those who had come to listen to the new king's speech were silent, as each person had a small candle. After a couple of minutes, Samuil finished, "Thank you, for your compassion and dedication for peace. Let us go, now, and remember to never let such evils repeat themselves." Samuil sighed as he ran his hands through his dark brown hair, as he tried to rest as he continued his nation-wide tour. Just then, his laptop's email alert chimed. Opening it up, he had expected a reply from President Zachary Kreskov of Southern Yugoslavia, but instead he read a message that went:
Samuil read the message several times. He noted something was off. The way it was written was as if someone else had done it. Many questions popped in his head: Who was in charge of Vekaiyu now? Why had Selvala stepped down and what had caused her to do so? How would this affect his plan to promote cooperation with the other nations of the East Pacific? There were so many questions, and no answers. Samuil then noticed that there was no reply address. Something was definitely off. He closed his laptop and picked up his phone. “Get me in touch with the Kral Commodore of Vekaiyu at once,” he said. “Yes, your Majesty,” the operator said. Several minutes passed by as Samuil waited to get to the bottom of this. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Jul 14 2010, 01:46:46 AM Post #10 |
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The bullets flew past the National Guard, striking one in the leg. The Guard returned fire, hitting the followers of Merrill Rivers. A stray bullet struck Merrill Rivers in the stomach, causing him to drop to the ground. The National Guard rushed over to him. "Get the stretcher. We need this guy alive. Roskiev, call for an immediate MEDIVAC via helicopter." the squad's sergeant ordered. On the road, a helicopter landed and produced federal agents who ran over to the bleeding Merrill Rivers. The medic was patching him up, and placed him on the stretcher. "Go go go!" he shouted, causing two other Guards to pick up the stretcher, and run it over to the helicopter. The federal agents got back into the helicopter, and the medic went with them to keep Rivers stable. One of the agents bent over him. "Merrill Rivers, you are under arrest for crimes against sentient beings and genocide. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in an international court of law. You have the right to a fair trial. You have the right to an attorney, if you do not have or cannot afford one, one will be provided for you by the international community. Do you understand these rights?" Rivers looked over at the agent, and spat in his face. The agent calmly wiped his face off with a towel. "Either you agree to these rights, or we have the right to use force to get you to agree to them. Now, do you understand your rights?" Rivers simply turned his head away from the agent. The agent cracked his knuckles. "Corporal, back up for a minute." the soldier did what he was told, and backed up. The agent pulled out a small bag of rings, and put them on. He threw multiple punches that cut Rivers' face. "Do you understand your rights?" the agent said, much more sternly, grabbing Rivers' throat. Rivers managed to mumble a "Yes." The agent threw him back onto the stretcher. "Corporal, take care of him before we get to the hospital." |
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| Todd McCloud | Jul 18 2010, 03:13:47 PM Post #11 |
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Planet Telox
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((OOC: this takes place the night before the meetings held in Connections)) Of course, the world never stopped for a world leader. Heck, it had world in the title anyway. Ikrisia groaned as her phone started to ring again. “I need a secretary,” she finally said. With a deliberate grab, she dragged the phone across the desk and opened it. “Yeah?” she said. Her caller ID informed her that Selvala’s secretary, Iliana, was contacting her. “Sorry to bother you again, kivia, but a Kivio Samuil Rainard is on the other line. He represents the nation of Vulshain.” “Eh?” she paused. “Represents?” “Yeah. He’s the new king of that nation.” “Oh. Forgot they did that over there still. Did he say what he wanted?” “Not really, I guess they transferred him to my office by accident. Kivia Levinile, I have to ask, where is Kivia McEva? She’s been missing for days now. Is she okay? May I speak with her?” Ikrisia sighed, looking over her word processor with the speech she was typing up. “Give it an hour or so. Just connect me with this king.” “Very well, Kivia Levinile.” She waited for the phone to click over. Clearing her throat, the call changed hands as she rubbed her eyes. “Hello?” she said in Unonian. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 18 2010, 10:33:22 PM Post #12 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Samuil began to grow impatient as he waited to hear the kral commodore on the other end. He had been transferred to the premier's office, apparently by accident. The secretary had then transferred him to the kral commodore, Ikrisia Levinile. He had the message from Selvala in front of him when the kral commodore said in Unonian, "Hello?" Samuil could have sworn that she sounded tired when she answered, but brushing it aside, he replied in Unonian, "Hello, Kivia Ikrisia Levinile, kral commodore of Vekaiyu. This is King Samuil Rainard, the recently elected and crowned ruler of Vulshain. I apologize for calling you so suddenly, but it was of importance that I talk to you at once. It concerns Kivia Selvala McEva, your former leader. Apparently, I received an email that is supposedly from her. In it, Kivia McEva states that she has stepped down as the leader of Vekaiyu." Samuil then went on to summarize what the rest of the message contained. "There was no reply address. Is there something wrong? I was concerned as I will be traveling to your nation and Listonia in a few days, after I visit a few other countries to begin talks in the hopes of improving relations between Vulshain and the rest of the East Pacific." Samuil looked out of the armored limo's window as he continued, "I know your country has been through a lot lately. If there is anything I can do to help, I will be more than willing to aid you in anyway I can." Samuil waited for an answer. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Jul 23 2010, 02:49:15 AM Post #13 |
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[[OOC: Don't worry, I wasn't going to let this die. Just took a little break.]] St. Emir Memorial Hospital, Weis Aforum, Southern Yugoslavia The helicopter slowly descended onto the landing pad surronded by doctors awaiting to give Rivers medical treatment. The door opened, and Rivers was carried out on a stretcher. The doctors moved him onto a gurney and took him inside. The federal agents followed closely behind. One of the doctors turned to the agents. "How did he get these cuts and bruises on his face? I thought he was just shot." The agents looked at each other, and one of them replied, "Let's just say it took some persuasion on our part to have him accept his rights." The doctor nodded. "Okay guys, let's get him in the OR and get that bullet out." The gurney was pushed into the operating room where surgeons waited to remove the bullet. The federal agents waited outside the doors. |
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| Todd McCloud | Jul 30 2010, 09:29:36 PM Post #14 |
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Ikrisia blinked. She hadn’t really heard from the nation of Vulshain in quite some time, and the fact that their king was calling her was a bit concerning. It wasn’t until he told her the reason behind the call that she understood, but then was quickly stifled at the confusing news. ”There’s no way she could’ve emailed Samuil… she’s been in prison all this time. This has to be a setup… but what is motive? The only people who know are those present at the conference… I think. I’ve got to move this along faster.” She nodded, glad that no one could read facial expressions over a phone. “Your travels should not be a problem with Vekaiyu,” she said, “In the next few days, certain events will occur that may prove difficult, and I will remember your offer during the developments. As for Selvala, I am not aware of any information from her.” She paused, not entirely sure what to say. “Congratulations on your coronation,” she added, trying to sound friendly. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Jul 30 2010, 10:17:50 PM Post #15 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Samuil listened to Ikrisia's reply. "Something's off," he thought. Doing his best to response like a world leader, he said, "Thank you, Kral Commodore Levinile. I am glad that my trip to your nation will go as plan. I look forward to visiting Vekaiyu." Samuil looked out the window again as he gathered his thoughts before continuing. "My father was born in Vekaiyu. He would often talk about visiting the nation of his birth. He...never got the chance to return...He died during the Vulshainian Civil War." Taking a deep breath, he said, "I'm sorry. It's just...hard. The Civil War gave me nothing but scars." As he said 'scars,' he looked at the scars on his right arm. "I'm still concerned about this message, however. As well as your mention of 'developments'. My father loved Vekaiyu, and I want nothing to happen to her." Samuil thought long and hard. Samuil sighed. "Listen, Kivia Levinile, I know something is wrong. Please tell me. I want to help." Samuil waited. |
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| Todd McCloud | Aug 3 2010, 11:48:11 PM Post #16 |
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((OOC: this is a collaboration between Vulshain and I)) "This is a bit odd," she thought as she listened to the Vulshite king insist on helping her with whatever is ailing her nation. "I have enough help with the alliance, and adding another vulpine nation that is at war with humans may complicate things...". She cleared her throat and blinked her eyes hard, the stinging sensation of dryness intensifying, then slowly fading. "I appreciate the concern, but we are doing fine," she began. "I am aware that there may be concerns, but any endeavors we encounter will be dealt with. You need not worry." Samuil still couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. "Thank you, Kral Commodore. However, if I remember correctly from what my father told me about Vekaiyu's government, since now, Kivia McEva has stepped down, that would make...you the new Premier of Vekaiyu, correct?" She paused. "In the event of an abdication by a Premier, yes, the kral commodore would advance. But I am not aware of the events outlined in that letter you've been sent. I'd question its authenticity, especially considering it was without a return address." Samuil responded, "I came to the same conclusion. I also want to know about your opinion on Rygard? Just to make it clear, Vulshain has, and is still, trying to negotiate a cease-fire with the Rygardi government. However...well, let's just say that things are not going so well. We can't even get our foot in the door. Ever since, the remnants of Merrill Rivers' Republican Regime fled there, we have been unable to get through with them. From what I have heard, the Rygardi people suffer everyday." Samuil sighed, rubbing his eyes. He didn't hate humans. Some of his best friends were humans, but the Rygardi had become so filled with hatred it was just plain shocking. He just hoped it wouldn't come to war. "I don't think it's my position to really comment," she replied. "I do hope both sides can reach an agreement, though, personally speaking." Smiling, Samuil said, "Thank you, Kivia Levinile. I appreciate your words of encouragement. To tell you the truth, I have nothing against humans. I have several good friends who are human, and even they are appalled and disgusted with how other humans treat non-humans. I know that relations between Vulshain and Vekaiyu were severely strained when Max Venavle was in power, but I hope together we both can improve relationships between our two nations. By the way, I have been watching your nation's performance at the Olympics. You must be very proud of the excellence they have done so far. I only wish my country could have taken part. Although, if you will excuse the commonly held...um...stereotype that tailed Vulpines are much faster than tailless Vulpines in the water...well, let's just say that we would have seen some intense competition between our two nation's teams. I hate to brag, but, I was quite the swimmer in school, and I still had my tail." Ikrisia arched an eyebrow. "I see." This was certainly a change of gears from the CINTEP meeting from earlier. For some reason, he was investing time into trying to follow Vekaiyun affairs, peppered in with a little bit of trying to explain himself. Odd. "They are doing quite well, and for them to mutilate their bodies for sport is viewed as an honorable sacrifice." She felt like mentioning her lack of a tail, but she decided against it. "Regardless, I do not forsee any problems regarding friendly relations between our two nations." Smiling, he explained, "From what I have heard about you, Kivia Levinile, is that you are talented in swimming as well. Maybe when I visit your nation, you and I could race one another, just to blow off steam at aggravating politicians." Chuckling, he added, "I must admit I am not sure how other world leaders put up with the headaches caused by running an entire nation. Just out of curiosity, how do you put up with such annoyances, also called bureaucrats and pompous politicians?" Samuil was trying to understand the kral commodore better as this was his first time communicating with another world leader, and he wanted to show that he was a down-to-earth person. He just hoped she wasn't one of those pompous politicians. The questions were getting increasingly personal. "I used to swim for recreation, yes. It was more relaxing for me than anything else. But as far as politics are concerned, I didn't really get involved. My strength is in the military." She blinked as she moved some hair away from her eyes. "I take it you have had unpleasant experiences with politicians?" Sighing, "Yes, you could say that. While serving in the Army during the Civil War, I had the misfortune of seeing that politicians view soldiers as chess pieces, paying no respect to the lives lost caused by their...armchair tactics. I lost friends because of such people. But...well, let's just say, that I remember them. Maybe, if you get the chance, I will personally show you the Great Memorial that lists the names of those who died during the Civil War." Deciding to change the subject, he thought of something. "If I may ask, is it...um...okay, if you show me around your nation?" Samuil felt odd asking this, but he was nervous of travelling to the nation his father was born in. His father's promise to take his family to his homeland of Vekaiyu would have to be done without his father. He looked down at his mother's St. Aiya pendant as he wondered if he should ask her about his missing siblings. "Um, sure. In time I will show you around Vekaiyu, if you'd like." Smiling, he replied, "Thank you, Kivia Levinile. Um...There is something I was wondering if you could help me with. It involves my family who I was separated during the Civil War." Taking a deep breath and exhaling, he continued, "During the Civil War, I lost both my parents to the Civil War, watching as they both died in my arms. I have only found my sister, Cecilia, suffering in a labor prison camp. I haven't found my other three sisters and little brother. If it isn't much trouble, could you help me find them? I'll understand if you can't." Samuil waited for her answer. Ikrisia cocked her head. Why would he ask about finding his siblings? "They are in Vekaiyu?" she finally asked. Samuil answered, "I don't know, but I have been searching for them since the Civil War ended. I haven't been able to find them yet. People are still searching for friends and loved ones even today, hoping to be reunited once more. Humans, Lobos, Vulpines. Merrill Rivers and his followers destroyed countless families and lives, mine included. I can send you information about them if you like." Samuil looked at the picture of him and his family together before the war. He never could figure out why his sisters were much bigger than normal, he being around 5'4", while they were six feet tall. "They much have inherited that from Dad," he thought remembering that his father was 6'2". Samuil remembered that his mother was 4'11". Samuil's red fur with blue and white markings were something he also inherited from his mother. Ikrisia covered a yawn. "You may if you'd like, but I do not think they would be in Vekaiyu. If they are, I don't think they'd be in any current danger." Samuil breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Kivia Levinile! I am grateful for your help! I'll send a picture of them to you. I must warn you that they are quite...tall. So, it shouldn't be hard to spot them." Samuil thought he heard her yawn, but he brushed it aside. "By the way, Kivia Levinile, my military advisors have informed me that we have...well, I just put it simply: we produced too many T-90 tanks, T-80 tanks, and T-72 tanks, as well as Mi24V Hind helicopters, and Mikoyan MiG-31s. If you like I would like to give you the extra ones, free." "What is this guy's game?" she thought as she almost felt like setting the phone down. "Uh, okay sure. Thank you very much for your generous offer." She gritted her teeth, still vexed by the odd offer "That's good. Let's see...I'll have 10 T-90s, 5 T-80s, and 7 T-72 tanks, and the eight Mi24V Hinds and twelve MiGs sent to you. I hope that's okay." Samuil wondered if he had offended her. "Um...Kivia Levinile, I apologize if I have offended you in anyway. I'm just trying to be friendly." "It's... okay, thank you," she replied. "It is indeed a generous offer." "You're welcome. I'm not sure what types of tanks, helicopters, and fighter planes Vekaiyu uses, but I hope they will be of use to you. I apologize if I have been talking a lot. If you like, you can ask me anything you like about me?" "Perhaps in time. I have to apologize but I am somewhat tired today... it's been quite a long day for me." She covered the receiver as she sighed, her word processor still in front of her face, stopped about halfway. The speech she would deliver tomorrow. When the shit would hit the proverbial fan. Samuil could tell something was wrong. "Kivia Levinile, I can tell something is wrong. You have been very friendly and helpful, and I have enjoyed talking with you. If anything bad happens, know this: Vulshain will immediately come to Vekaiyu's aid at once. I promise you that." Samuil had to cover the receiver as he tried to surpress a yawn. Continuing he said, "Sorry, but I am also tired as well. If you need a friend to just...talk to, you can call me at anytime." Samuil smiled. "Sure thing," she replied in a friendly tone. "Take care." "Thank you, and you take care as well...Ikrisia. Goodbye." Samuil paused. Did he just call her by her first name? "I must really be tired." Ikrisia hung up the phone after the phone on the other end clicked. She set the phone down and started to type another sentence, but stopped midway. Leaning back in her chair, she rubbed her eyes, thinking maybe a break would do her a bit of good. Samuil yawned as he closed his laptop and put down his phone. Rubbing his eyes, he began to wonder what to give each of the leaders of the nations he was going to visit. It was ancient Vulshainian custom for a leader to personally give a gift to the leader of the host nation as a sign of friendship and good will. "Maybe a necklace for Ikrisia..." Samuil yawned as he looked out his window at his final destination before travelling the world: his hometown and the resting place of his parents. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 5 2010, 01:54:14 AM Post #17 |
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Samuil's final stop on his nation-wide tour was something he looked forward to, while at the same time, was something he dreaded. Both good and bad memories filled his mind. Taking a deep breath, he waved to the people of his hometown of Kieounava. He even noticed that his family's home was still standing and had been prepared for him to spend the night. He gave a speech to the townsfolk, telling them how good it was to be back home, even for a short while. People cheered as lilles were tossed in the air, creating a beautiful scene, as if it was raining flowers. --------------------------------------------------------- "Finally, a moment of peace," he thought as he walked towards two tombstones in a flower-filled meadow surrounded by oak and jaku trees not far from his family's home. This was the same meadow that his father had asked his mother's hand in marriage. The swing was still there, hanging from a strong oak tree. His bodyguards didn't like it, but he had ordered them not to follow him, or else. They reluntactly obeyed. Taking off his hat, he began to fight back the tears that were welling up in his eyes as he closed the distance between him and the graves. A small arch, decorated with reliefs of evergreens, palm leaves, and doves, loomed over the headstones. Samuil knelt by the headstones. On them were written: KIRIN RAINARD LOVING FATHER AND FAITHFUL HUSBAND YOUR LOVE WAS OUR GREATEST STRENGTH IT WILL NEVER BE FORGOTTEN, FOR IT STILL REMAINS WITH US BORN 1956 ENTERED HEAVEN 2004 VIKKI OLEKALEXEIN RAINARD LOVING MOTHER AND DEVOTED WIFE YOUR CARING HEART WAS FILLED WITH LOVE FOR YOUR FAMILY YOUR LOVE IS STILL WITH US FOREVER, ALWAYS BORN 1958 ENTERED HEAVEN 2004 Samuil was quiet for a while as he looked at the headstones. "Hey, Momma and Papa. It's me, Sam. It's been awhile I know, but I'm...well, the king. Imagine that. Me, the king of the Confederacy of Vulshain. You both must be very proud of me." He couldn't hold back the tears any longer, as he wept. "I miss you both very much. I wish you both were still here with me. You...both were my whole world." Closing his eyes even as the tears continued to fall like raindrops, he was quiet for a long time. The silence seemed to comfort him as he remembered the good times when his parents were still alive. The time when a fierce thunderstorm came up and he was scared, his parents shielded him from the thunderclaps and the flashes of lightning. The time when he fell off his bike and scraped his knee. He didn't stop crying until his mother embraced him. The laughters, joys, and smiles at Christmas when he opened the presents, blowing out the candles on his birthday cake. Oh, how he loved the cakes his mother baked. The piggyback rides his father gave him. He opened his eyes and through the tears, he thought he saw himself, as a little kit, on the swing, smiling while his mother and father pushed him. They were smiling. He smiled as he remembered his first time trying to swim. His sisters complained that all he was doing was splashing about. Their parents simply smiled and showed him how to swim properly. Then, as always, that one single nightmare crept into his mind. The one where he found his parents slowly dying. They had been beaten and left for dead by Republican Regime insurgents. He cried and his parents cried as Samuil held his mother and father in his arms. His comrades didn't know what to say as they watched Samuil begged his parents not to leave him. Their final words were, "We love you, son." For some reason that he couldn't explain, for the first time since their deaths, his broken and shattered heart had somehow begun to meld itself. Maybe it was all of the happy times he had spent with his parents, or maybe it was those four simple words. Maybe it was both, but for whatever reason, Samuil's grief was slowly fading away. He ruffled his hand through the grass of the gravesite. There was so much he wanted to say, but instead, he choose to bask in the peaceful silence. As if his parents were right there in front him, he said, "I love you, too, Momma and Papa. I will make you both proud of me. Goodbye, and I'll visit again." Before getting up, he straightened the vases and the flowers on the stands next to the headstones. Wiping the tears from his eyes and putting on his hat, he walked away. Not even halfway from the graves, he turned around. It might have been his eyes playing tricks on him, but he thought he saw his mother and father standing in front of their graves. Kirin and Vikki were smiling at their son. He smiled back at them. Then, his parents waved at him. He waved back. A gust of wind blew through the meadow. Samuil blinked and his parents were gone. Samuil smiled, and he turned around, heading for the swing. It was still strong as he swung in it. The tears fell from his eyes, but this time they were of joy, not sadness. He thought he felt his parents pushing him once more. He started singing "You Are My Sunshine". He thought he heard his parents singing with him. He always loved singing that song with his parents. After a while, Samuil got out of the swing and walked away. As they watched him leave, the spirits of his parents smiled as they cried with joy, proud of their son. -------------------------- The king's bodyguards were starting to get worried. They sighed with relief when they saw him walking back. "Your Majesty, I think it would be best if we returned--" "I'm spending the night at my parents' house. My choice, my decision," Samuil interrupted as he walked towards his family's home. The guards just shrugged. ------------------------------- Samuil walked through his family home. It was as if he had travelled back in time, revisiting his childhood. Some people wanted to tear the house down and sell the land, but now that Samuil was king, no one was stupid to even dare suggest such an idea. Samuil slept in his old bed, smiling as he finally slept peacefully for the first time. ------------------------------------------------ Morning came, and Samuil left to return to the capital to prepare for his trip to other nations. As his armored limo drove away, Samuil took one last look at his home and the happy memories of the times with his parents. He smiled. OOC: If that doesn't bring tears to your eyes, I don't know what will. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 9 2010, 12:18:22 AM Post #18 |
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OOC: Okay, this is where I'm going to start contacting people to ask them if Samuil can visit their nations. IC: The Confederate Palace of Vulshain stood in the historic fortified complex of the Kuverinsent. Sometimes called the Vulshainian Kremlin, the Kuverinsent was the heart of the Vulshainian capital, Kitsuniva. Samuil looked out of the window from the Velra Confederate Office of Royalty at the Kuverinsent. He could see past the northeastern wall the Cathedral of the Brave Lady, dedicated to Saint Aiya, located in the Great Square. It resembled a flame rising into the sky. Its ribbed and faceted onion domes were of various colors of the rainbow, making it resemble a many colored candle. The Cathedral was a riot of gables, tent roofs, and onion domes. On the other side, past the soutwestern wall, was the Grand Temple of Verveno in the Fesekteribaki District. Despite the conversion of the ancient rulers of Vulshain, they chose to let the ancient pagan temple remain in order to preserve and praise their ancestral heritage and culture. Four statues of the pagan deity Verveno stood at the four corners of the temple. In the middle of the statues was the temple itself, designed to resemble a mountain peak with a statue of a sun on top of it; it had a 16 pointed star-shaped design to it. Only the Cathedral was taller. Inside the Kuverinsent, he could see the Cathedral of the Seraph, where all of the pre-Confederacy kings were interred. The white Cathedral's five golden domes were topped with silver Maltese crosses. The other Cathedral, the Cathedral of St. George, was topped with tear-drop shaped domes that were a riot of colors, ribs, and facets, was where the ancient kings and queens were married. The largest Vulshainian Methodist church, the Church of the Heavens, also stood inside the Kuverinsent, to the northwest. Decorated in symbols of the star-filled skies, it was a testament to the beauty of the world that God made. Near the southeastern wall was the Laiatan Protestant Church, the Church of the Forest. Five octagonal towers rose from its roof, with the middle one sitting on top of a large and colorful onion-shaped dome, with the Laiatan Cross on top of that central tower. Near the northern wall was the Great Shrine of Lasa, a grand and impressive pagan temple dedicated to Lasa, the life-giving goddess and wife to Verveno. The Great Shrine was designed to resemble the sun and in front of the shrine's entrance was a statue of Lasa herself, her hand stretched out, as if beckoning people to learn more about the history and heritage of Vulshain's past. Although he couldn't see it from the Confederate Office, the Royal Monarch's Bedroom did give him an impressive view of the Ryrinina River, located south of the Kuverinsent's banks. Sighing, he turned around and went to his computer and notepad. He began reading what nations he was going to visit in the coming weeks. "Let's see, Southern Yugoslavia and Vekaiyu are the first two on my tour. I might as well go to Listonia, since that nation is a strong trading and military ally of Vekaiyu. Bai Lung as well. Allegheny..." Samuil thought for a moment. "I haven't heard anything from that nation yet. I might as well contact them. Now, who...ah yes, I remember now." It took a while to learn the names of the leaders in one's region, but Samuil was getting the hang of it. A part of him wished that Eszter hadn't left on her visit to Lazlowia, but another part was glad as he didn't like her babysitting him. Samuil turned to his computer and began typing. After almost an hour and a half, he read over what he had typed.
Samuil read it one more time before sending it. "Let's see, I might need to ask Bai Lung as well." Samuil typed another message.
He then send it to the President of Bai Lung. He began to think about what other nations to visit, when his stomach decided to interrupt him. Looking at the grandfather clock on the wall, he realized what time it was. Rolling his eyes, he called for someone to bring him some Kikale. An hour later, his stomach already getting louder with its growling, his Kikale and jaku herbal tea was brought to him. Blowing to cool it, he starting eating. He continued to think about what other nations to visit, but he couldn't figure out which ones to visit. "Maybe some of the other nations will invite me," he thought as he ate his food. OOC: For those who are curious, Kitsuniva is modeled after Moscow. That's why you can see a lot of Russian influences. |
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| Allegheny | Aug 9 2010, 02:57:16 AM Post #19 |
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Partly Cloudy
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"You over step your bounds too much Allen." Said Jack Sinclair, Senate Majority Leader. Gordon sat at his desk his back to Jack. "You know Sinclair, I remember when you were nothing but a fat blob, a worthless piece of shit. Do you remember that?" Sinclair did not respond only a small sigh escaped him. Gordon turned his chair to face Sinclair. "Do you know what you are? Do you know what the Union Party is? Hmm? They are nothing, nothing without me. Without me they are nothing but a pile of shit. I make our party look good, if I didn't have the charisma, the balls to do this, we'd be up to our necks in communist pansies." Sinclair laughed. "You are just a deluded fool." Gordon's face contorted in a look of pure anger. "A fool? Is that right? I could kill you right now and you would disappear off the face of the earth. You are nothing, MY POLICIES, MY LAWS! I MAKE ALLEGHENY WHAT IT IS! Where were you in '85? You were a little college boy, in your little perfect life. I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE CONVENTION THAT MADE THIS COUNTRY WHOLE AGAIN! Don't pull that shit on me, I was elected to make this country top of the line again after the last president's massive failure. Little shits like you were put here on this earth to ride on the coat tails of people like me. I do the work here, Sinclair. You? Well you are just a paper pushing clerk who gets paid too much." The phone on Gordon's desk began to ring, Gordon put it on speaker. "What is it." The voice on the other end was Gordon's secretary. "Sir there is a high priority E-mail in your inbox." Gordon thanked the secretary and disconnected the call. "Look Jack, give me a break here, get out of my way and maybe just maybe I won't call my friends down at Internal Affairs and have you audited for that little tax mistake you had a couple months ago. Now get out of my face." Sinclair was like a deer in the headlights as he nodded and quickly left Gordon's office. Gordon looked at his computer monitor for a few moments before calling up his secretary. "Have all pertinent information on Vulshain and Samuil Rainard sent to my terminal immediately." The files were quickly transferred and Gordon spent the next half hour skimming through them before replying to Samuil's E-mail.
Gordon turned off his computer monitor after sending the E-mail. "Now i need to find someone else to yell at." He muttered as he left his office. |
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| Bai Lung | Aug 9 2010, 06:53:39 AM Post #20 |
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Paradise City
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Despite the on going problems involving Bai Lung and the Nahrin Union, combined with the Kashgar problem in the mainland and heavy opposition from the Conservatives, Richard Im made no hesitation in replying to HM King Samuil.
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 10 2010, 12:35:52 AM Post #21 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Samuil threw a punch at the tower bag. He had been working out for at least two hours now. He was already panting as he did a fierce kick at the bag. The black shorts were the only he wore, besides the hand and wrist wraps. Suddenly, his laptop's email alert chimed. Resting against the tower bag, panting like he was in a sauna, he walked over to the laptop. Instead, however, he grabbed a water bottle and drank a huge gulp of water. Sighing in relief from the refreshing water, he sat down on the gym floor, cross-legged, and opened the laptop. He had two messages waiting for him. One was from President Gordon, and the other was from President Im. Smiling, he replied to them both. To Gordon, he sent,
To Im, he sent,
Sending both messages and closing his laptop, he sniffed the air. Gagging, he thought, "St. Aiya! I reek!" --------------------- Samuil stepped out of the shower, drying himself off with a towel and a blowdryer. He had put on his military uniform. Making sure he was good to go in a mirror, he walked out to an armoured Mercedes S-Class stretched limousine that awaited him. In a few hours, Samuil had gathered everything on his list of gifts to give the leaders of the countries he was going to visit. "Let's see now...I got an intricate handcrafted jeweled egg for Zachary, a Lisemaris lacquer miniature painting for Im, a handmade and decorated jaku and pine wooden box for Gordon, and..." Samuil stopped and his eyes widened. "CRUD! THE NECKLACE!" He immediately ordered the driver to find the nearest jewelry store. After doing a U-turn, and having to slow down so the escort could catch up, the driver pulled in front of a jewelry store. Samuil bolted out of the car, causing soldiers and security guards wondering what was going on. The door opened, causing a little bell to ring. An elderly Vulpine man looked up from his work. "Hm...Don't get many visitors these days," the man said in lisped Unonian. "Everybody's fancies those cheap knockoffs where the gems are mined by some poor soul in some hard-pronounced war-torn third world country just to fill some heartless warmonger's coffers. But, not here! These gems were mined right here in Vulshain!" When the man saw that Samuil was about to step off the door mat, the man glared at him and scolded him in Unonian. "Manners! I don't care if you are an Army captain! Wipe your feet! And that goes for your friends, too!" Samuil looked down at his boots and noticed the dirt on them. "Um...Sorry, sir. I'll be careful from now on." Samuil wiped his feet. A soldier and a guard shrugged and did the same, although they were a little annoyed at the store owner's lack of respect to the king. They were about to remain him who Samuil was, but Samuil shook his head, telling them to leave it alone. "Bah! You should be careful to begin with! Kits and youngsters these days..." The man then began to mutter how things were good back during the old days. He began to browse the jewelry. The shop keep watched Samuil as the king looked over the jewelry. "Picky kit aren't you? Everyone of these was handcrafted by master jewelers from all of the way back to the the Golden Era of Hope." Samuil was doubtful until he saw what the storekeeper had been examining: a necklace. Samuil's jaw dropped as he saw the master craftsmanship of the jewelry. A bluish-white diamond pendant, carved into the shape of a fox, hung from a chain of star-shaped amethysts. The jeweler saw where Samuil was staring and grinning. Reaching over and grabbing his wooden cane, he slowly got up. "So, I see you have taken a fancy of this?" Picking it up, he held it up so Samuil could get a better look. Samuil just stared at it. Somehow, its beauty mesmerized him. He reached for it. The old man snatched it before Samuil could touch it. "Wait a moment, kit. This isn't for sale." "But--" "No buts." The man stared into Samuil's eyes. Samuil could have sworn that this human was looking into his very soul. "Hm...You don't seem to be one of those who just buys things just because you can. Why do you want it?" Samuil answered, "I'm hoping to get it for a gift for someone." The man, having put down the necklace, scratched his chin, thinking. "Hm..." The man grinned. "Ah, a special someone, yes? So, you hope to win a vixen's heart with this, don't you?" Samuil was at a lose for words as he blushed, trying to find a way to explain to the Vulpine jeweler that wasn't the case. The man smiled. "I see...Very well, I'll give it to you, but you must buy something in addition to this necklace. I'll charge you for the price of the second item." Samuil was about to look over the merchandise, when the man added, "You got two minutes." Samuil's eyes widened and he began to panic. With only a few seconds to spare, he immediately pointed at a piece of jewelry. The man smiled. "Excellent choice. That's one of my best pieces." Samuil had picked a bracelet with golden yellow diamonds and aquamarines carved into the shapes of suns and moons. Samuil gave the man the money. The man counted the money. Then, the man placed the necklace and bracelet in two handcrafted silver embrossed boxes, then finally wrapping them. He handed the Samuil the boxes. Samuil then said, "Thank you, sir." "Bah, we were all kits at one time, kit. Now get going, I bet you have many things to do." "You don't know the half of it," Samuil thought to himself. He left the store. The old Vulpine smiled as he watched Samuil and his escorts leave. Chuckling to himself, the elderly Vulpine said, "So, that's our new king, eh? He's a kit for sure, but so is the white vixen of Vekaiyu. Oh well, I'm just a simple jeweler!" He then went back to work. -------------------------------------------- Samuil sighed with relief and began to wonder as his car drove back to the Confederate Palace. "I wonder if they will all like the gifts I'm bringing them." Samuil had a ton of things to do in order to prepare for his tour across the East Pacific. --------------------------- Samuil yawned as he dragged his naked body into bed. "Damn, I'm exhausted!" Yawning again, he said, "Well, another day...another headache...got to meet Eszter's aide who is...supposed to...help me..." Samuil was soon fast asleep. |
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| Bai Lung | Aug 10 2010, 05:20:03 AM Post #22 |
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Richard Im filed in the paper work to cover all the travelling expenses for King Samuil's visit to Bai Lung (TBA), with the tax payer's money of couse. It is something that the opposing Conservative Party would object to because they expect the visiting guest (expection of security) to pay out of their own pockets, yet ironically, Stephen T. Ding is a friend of the big corporate business he espouses for so long, he would do anything for them. Richard Im: "My dear, would you send these papers to the Secretary of the Treasury? Thank you." Secretary: "Yes sir. Righ away!" She takes the 20 page sheet away from Im's palms. |
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| Dovakhan | Aug 10 2010, 12:30:07 PM Post #23 |
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They Desire a Better Country
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Office of the Khagan-Chancellor of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan Executive Tower, Plaza of the Three Powers, Tkanatdovakhiastaat
Though Dovakhan had no specific interest in Vulshain or its king, the Khagan-Chancellor felt it best to express his wishes. Perhaps a visit from the young monarch would convince the latter to avoid any project to join up with fellow vulpine leaders in what seemed to be a worrying quest for regional domination and conquest. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 10 2010, 09:02:39 PM Post #24 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Samuil was once more in the gym, practicing acrobatics, when his laptop chimed. Samuil walked over and drank from his water bottle as he read the message from Dovakhan. "Hm...Well, this is a surprise." Deciding to respond, he typed a response to the Khagan-Chancellor.
"Looks like I'll have to find some more gifts," he thought. ---------------------------------------------------- Back at the Confederate Office of Royalty from shopping for more presents, Samuil was busy working out a list of things to discuss when Eszter's aide came in. Samuil groaned. Cursing under his breath, he just stared at the aide known as Mr. Michael Smith-Johnson. A tall skinny human with wide-brimmed glasses, a red bowtie, and a naselly voice that sounded like a thousand violins being played by a monkey. It was enough to drive Samuil to gnaw his ears off! "Kivio Smith-Johnson, I know that you are one of Kivia Cantu's aides, but I am sure that I can handle this." "Nonsense, sir. I have already made out a schedule of your visits." Mr. Smith-Johnson had a stack of papers with him. "Oh St. Aiya, help me!" Sighing and rolling his eyes, he responded, "Listen Kivio Smith-Johnson, I don't care. I am the one representing this nation, and if you don't like that, tough." "Well! I'll be sure to file a formal compliant with Ms. Cantu upon her return from Lazlowia!" Mr. Smith-Johnson left, not too happy. Smiling, Samuil said to himself as he lean back in his chair, "Well, that's one annoyance out of the way." Samuil began going over his own schedule for his tour. "Let's see, Southern Yugoslavia, then Vekaiyu, Listonia, Allegheny, Bai Lung, and then Dovakhan. I guess that's my path for right now, that is if I don't get anymore invitations." He didn't mind the sudden invite from Dovakhan. In fact, he was glad that other nations were taking notion of Vulshain. He needed all of the allies and friends, especially if things with Rygard went bad. "Well, there's nothing more I can do. Might as well go to bed..." ------------------------------- Samuil set his alarm clock before removing his clothes and going to bed. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Aug 13 2010, 04:03:16 PM Post #25 |
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New Skopje International Airport, New Skopje, 5:00 A.M. SYST The sun was slowly rising over the New Skopje skyline, revealing a night's work on one of the many runways at the airport. Armed guards patrolled the airport terminal and the runway in anticipation for the arrival of Vulshain's new king. Small temporary fences were placed to keep in the crowds, as well as a large red carpet that went on towards the street, where an armored convoy would be waiting. Along the fencing, flagpoles were placed, flying both Southern Yugoslavia's flag and Vulshain's flag. The road to the Presidential Palace was also blocked off, and the sidewalk placed behind temporary fences. Armed guards were also placed here to deter potential bombers. A motorcade of eleven cars left the front gates of the Presidential Palace, three armored limousines, six Republican Guard Tiger HUMVEEs with mounted Browning M2s, and two Federal police cars. Inside one of the limousines, President Zachary Kreskov rode towards the airport to inspect the runway. Looking out the window, he saw the occasional Tiger HUMVEE patrolling the roadway. Overhead, two Ka-60s watched the roadway and runway from above. The motorcade made the turn into the airport, and slowly came to a stop at the carpet. The Republican Guard exited first, and checked the surronding area for danger. Zach was given the go ahead to exit the limousine. He exited the limousine, and was quickly surronded by the Republican Guard. The group began walking towards Gra'ji, the coordinator for the arrival of Vulshain's king. An armed guard stood at attention. "Atten-TION!" the other guards stood at attention. Zach walked past the guards and quickly saluted them. The guards went back to their duties. He walked up to Gra'ji and shook his hand. "Gra'ji, my friend. How are you?" "I'm fine, thank you. How about you, Mr. President?" "Just fine, thanks. Everything ready for his arrival?" Zach looked up at the flags, and then switched his attention to the patrolling guards. "Yes, sir. The roadway to the Presidential Palace is blocked off, this runway has been commandeered for the King's plane, and every inch of the runway and roadway is being guarded by Army. We've got the Air Force covering the sky, and arrangements have been made for the King's aircraft to be met and escorted by the Air Force's MiG-35s." "Good, good. Are all flights prepared to be delayed when he's within a half hour of landing?" "Yes, sir." "News stations alerted?" "Yes, sir." "Alright. I'll see you soon." He shook Gra'ji's hand and made his way back to the motorcade. He climbed in, and the motorcade left as soon as the last Republican Guard soldier entered. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 15 2010, 11:43:37 PM Post #26 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: This is a collaboration between Todd and me. IC: Samuil was looking over everthing for his tour of the East Pacific, when he noticed something. "Odd...I haven't gotten everything from Listonia. I thought I had emailed Kivio Staphen Evesuni, asking his permission to visit Listonia," he thought. Checking his sent folder, he noticed that he did indeed send a message to him. "Hm...why hasn't he responded yet? I better call." Picking up the phone, he asked the operator to put him through to the leader of Listonia. Samuil tapped his pen against his notepad as he waited. Evesuni arched an eyebrow as he shifted in his seat, rifling through his pockets looking for his phone. "Damn these phones." On the forth ring, he finally opened the cell phone and sat down slowly in a chair. His chest was hurting slightly as the meds wore off over the course of the day. Soon he would need to take more. "Yes?" he said in Unonian. Samuil waited for the other line to pick up. On the fourth ring, Staphen Evesuni answered with a "Yes?" in Unonian. Responding, Samuil said in Unonian, "Hello, is this Kivio Staphen Evesuni, the President of the Dictatorship of Imperial Listonia? This is King Samuil Rainard, the King of the Confederacy of Vulshain." He sighed at the term 'dictator' used to describe him, but decided to shrug it off. After all, the guy sounded young, and was probably new to the scene. "Speaking," he replied. "I was going to write an email back, but I was held up with something." He paused. "How may I help you?" "I was calling in concern about my visit to your nation, as I will be travelling to Listonia after meeting with Kral Commodore Ikrisia Levinile. By the way, I was wondering if you have heard anything about Kivia Selvala McEva, the former Premier of Vekaiyu? I received an suspicious email that she has stepped down as leader of her country. I have already informed and talked with Kivia Levinile about this, and we both agree that the message is suspicious. Still, since Listonia and Vekaiyu are close trading partners and allies, I thought it might be best to ask you as well." "Vekaiyu and Listonia are separate entities, and always will be. I don't know anything that really goes on over there." Samuil then responded, "I understand. Now, about my visit? As I explained in my email to you, I am currently seeking to improve and strengthen relations between Vulshain and other nations in the East Pacific, such as Bai Lung, Vekaiyu, Southern Yugoslavia, and Dovakhan, as well as your nation. As you may know, international relations with Vulshain were damaged during the reign of former Presidential Viceroy Merrill Rivers and his Republican Regime. I hope to fix that by travelling to other nations and repairing the damage that he did. My question is this: is it alright if I come and visit your nation in the hopes of improving relations between our two countries?" "Ah. Those are good choices." Evesuni paused to think. "I wouldn't see why not. I am going to be busy very soon, but I'm sure we could work something out." He started clicking, then pounding his mouse as his browser froze. Samuil thought he heard something being banged against a desk or something. "Premier Evesuni, is everything alright? I thought I heard something." "Eh? No, everything is fine. When were you thinking of arriving? If you could hover around a date, I can pass this to my secretary and she will schedule something." Samuil thought for a bit, as he looked at his schedule. "Hm...I guess around August 30. Now, did you see my coronation? I'm asking because, well...there was an incident involving an attempt on my life. Don't worry, the would-be assassin failed. I saw to that, personally." "I... read a report on it, yes. I do not really have a comment on such matters, though. As a leader, I have learned that much can be said without saying anything at all. It does concern me, however." Nodding, he replied, "I agree. I was asking about the level of security upon my visit to your nation." "Listonia is an interesting state. As long as you stay around where I am, there should be no problems." "I see. Well, that's...quite interesting. By the way, I was informed that my military has produced too many tanks, helicopters, and jets. I can give you the extra ones, free, as a friendly gesture, if you would like?" Samuil decided to get the business part of this conversation done with so he could talk to the Premier about personal things, such as...well everything that didn't have to do with politics. Evesuni made a face, a bit intigued if not confused at the offer. "I would be happy to take them off your hands." He leaned back in his chair. "Splendid! Let's see now..." Samuil looked over the numbers on his computer. "Alright, I'll send seven T-80 tanks, five Leopard 2 tanks, six Mi-24V Hind helicopter gunships, eight A-10 Thunderbolt II fighters, and seven Sukhoi Su-27 fighters to you. I'm not sure what kind of military equipment your nation uses, but I hope these will help you protect your people." "I am sure it will," he said slowly. "In time. Added protection is definitely something that demands quite a bit of attention, regardless of nation." "I personally agree, having served in the Army during the Vulshainian Civil War seven years ago against insurgents." Samuil decided it was time to move to something else more interesting. "Tell me Kivio Evesuni, what do you think of Vekaiyu's performance at the Fifth Summer Olympics? I was surprised that Listonia didn't enter, especially since your neighbor did." I haven't been able to follow," he replied. "Listonia is still developinf as a nation, and could not participate in the current olympics." Samuil thought that sounded odd, but then again, Evesuni might be right. "I understand, Kivio Evesuni. I was merely wondering what you thought about it. By the way, I was wondering: how do you put up with pompous and moronic politicians?" Samuil chuckled. "We world leaders would probably have fewer headaches without them bugging us every five seconds!" Samuil was about to say something else, when a secretary came in and dropped off some forms for him to fill out. Samuil motioned for her to leave as he was on the phone. She nodded and left, as Samuil waited for an answer from Staphen, having forgotten what he was going to add. "I don't really worry too much about politics," he replied. "Never really had to worry about it. I never understood it, and never will, so I just try to... avoid it." "You're lucky. Leaders like me are unfortunately, bothered 24/7 with politics, it would seem. Anyhow, I assume you have many questions to ask me now?" Samuil had hoped to continue this conversation in order to learn more about the leader of Listonia. "I admit I am not familiar with your nation as much as I should. Politics is a complicated... sport." He groaned as he shifted in his seat. "What would you say are the major industries of your nation? You know, just off the cuff - nothing formal. I am just curious." Samuil thought for a moment. "Hm...Mostly mining, but we also have some arms manufacturing, information technology, and tourism. We're hoping to increase trade with other nations in the East Pacific." "I see. And what about illegals? You know, along the lines of narcotics, the likes. Is there a... problem regarding such things in your nation, or do they allow sales of such things?" Samuil was puzzled. "Why would we ask something like that?" "Nothing like that. We do allow smoking, but all tobacco products much have no more than 0.3% of nicotine in order to help keep addiction levels low. For recreational drugs, well, such things are outlawed. Our crime rates are very low right now, especially since my predecessor increased funding for law enforcement. Since then, we have had very little problems with illegal drugs entering our country. Alcohol is legal, though." Evesuni smiled on the other end of the phone. "Alright. Only curious, of course." "Thank you. Our police officers and the Confederate Marshals are very dedicated to their jobs. Not to mention, very little corruption goes on." "Fascinating." Stapen moved his foot up and down as he paused. "Would be a great market to tap. How we managed to skip that nation is beyond me." "Thank you for your answers." Samuil sighed. "I apologize if I sound rude, but you see...I've just been thrown into this role, literally. So, I can't completely answer you. It's just...it can be difficult to take the reigns of an entire nation, and everyone is counting on you to help me. There are times I'm not sure who to turn to or who to trust. It can be extremely frustrating, let's put it that way." "As a new leader, you would be wise to trust people to a point. Nothing is perfect, and where there is laziness, or greed, or pretty much any pettiness like that, there is a way for anything to get through. The idealistic thinking has gotten many leaders in trouble." He paused to catch his breath. "I tell you this not as some pompous know it all, but because I'm old. Apparently that means you're wise... I don't think it means that per say." "I agree, nothing is perfect, although many would like to. To never have to see deaths of friends and loved ones, to always be with them...perfect world..." The Listonian dictator arched an eyebrow, remembering his own past. "Yes, of course." Realizing what he just said, he replied, "Yes, but unfortunately, the world's not perfect, and we have to make due with what God has given us. And I didn't mean any disrespect towards you Premier Evesuni. In fact, I hope to learn from the leaders I meet during my tour in how they run their own countries." "Indeed. Well, I suppose you will learn much. My only advice would be to look at things not in terms of good and evil, but as the best of a certain situation. Then again, I have a very simple background. Good luck." "Thank you, Premier Evesuni. I remember that. You probably have some more questions about my country. Continue?" Samuil was enjoying the conversation. "Another time," he replied. "I am quite tired, and would be more prepared for questions when we have our formal meeting." Samuil's ears dropped in disappointment. He was really starting to enjoy talking to Evesuni. He decided to keep it going. "Um...Tell me what do you think of Kral Commodore Ikrisia Levinile?" "Ah... she has the unlenvious position of holding power in Vekaiyu. She means well, but, like you, she does not have the experience so essential in today's world. I have a feeling she will learn fast, though." "I see. She was very interesting when I called her, and we shared many of the same interests and hobbies. I have a feeling we will become good friends." Stapen blinked. "Very well. That is not really for me to comment on. I try to stay out of other nations' business." "Oh? I thought staying interested and aware of events in other countries was part of being a world leader." Samuil was puzzled. He smiled. "One can always stay in the know. But I just choose to not force my way into things." Samuil arched an eyebrow at Staphen's reply. "I see. Well, it is getting late and I have to start preparing for my tour soon. Just one more question: what is your favorite color? It is important so I may get the perfect gift for you." "Black," he replied. "I see. Thank you, Premier Evesuni. I hope to see you soon, and I have enjoyed talking to you and take care now." "The same to you," he said as he clicked his phone back shut. Samuil began filling out the forms and papers, getting most of them done, before going out and getting a black wool rug for Evesuni. It was perfect. "Finally, I got all of the presents ready, my plane is getting prepped, my sister is getting ready to go with me, and I have set up the meetings with the other leaders. Now to..." Samuil yawned. "...get some sleep." |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Aug 16 2010, 02:25:17 AM Post #27 |
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Presidential Palace, New Skopje, 11:32 P.M. SYST Zach sat on his bed inside the President's Quarters. His wife, Tania Kreskov, was lying in bed, reading. He climbed over to her and put his arm around her. "What're you reading?" Tania put her thumb on the page she was on, and showed him the cover. Zach read it aloud. "'Southern Yugoslavia's Military: A Brotherhood Unmatched.' That's not one of those propaganda books is it?" "No. It's actually a book about a bunch of different soldiers from the different branches and the brotherhood between them and their fellow soldiers." "Oh really?" Tania opened the book back up, and continued reading. Zach scanned over her shoulder. After a half-hour, she closed the book and placed it on the nightstand beside the bed. Zach yawned. "We've got a big day coming up. Let's get some rest." Tania turned off her light, and both slowly drifted off to sleep. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Aug 16 2010, 07:33:15 PM Post #28 |
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The Boll Weevel
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OOC: Okay, there will be some cursing here, so if you are offended by it, let me know and I will change it. IC: Samuil was finishing up some things, humming to himself. He wanted to get most of his work load out of the way so he didn't have so much to do when he got back from his tour of the East Pacific. Sighing, he leaned back in his chair as he put down his pen. "Alright, I think that should do it. Now to get going," he said. ------------------------------------------- Samuil had a meeting at the triangular Confederate Senate building, with several members of the Vulshainian Confederate Administration and Royal Congress before he had to leave for the airport. --------------------------------------------- In front of the Confederate Senate, people, mostly admirers and news crews, were gathering to see the king before he left for his tour. Samuil smiled as he waved goodbye to the people as he walked towards the awaiting motorcade. A gun went off. Gunshots echoed throughout the area. Some people ran, others screamed and cried out, while others took cover. Police officers, Confederate Marshals, Confederate Protection Guards (CPGs), Royal Protectors, and soldiers were yelling orders back and forth, as they took out their weapons. Confederate agents, soldiers, and police officers tackled the gunman, dragging him to the ground, piling on top of him. "Get the King out of here! Get him the hell out of here, now," a CPG yelled as he pulled an Uzi out, covering the king's escape and to deter anymore attacks. Several guards and officers pushed Samuil by grabbing him by the shoulders into the armored limousine as several soldiers and Royal Protectors covered the king's evacuation, in case of more attackers. The driver slammed on the accerator, causing the limo to speed away followed by police and military motorcade, as it headed for the Confederate Palace. "Get me a patrol car! Get me a car," a Royal Protector ordered. "Get me a freaking damn patrol car!" "Where's his weapon? Where the fuck is the gun," a Vulpine soldier demanded. There were a few wounded on the ground. Several civilians, officers, and others went to tend to the wounded. "We got wounded. Call for an ambulance," a Confederate Marshal told an officer. "Back up, back up! Back it up, let the ambulance in here, please," a dark blue-gray, green, and khaki police officer said as he motioned people to move back in order to let in emergency teams. Camera crews were filming the incident, broadcasting the events to viewers around the world. The incident was being watched with shock and concern by not only the people of Vulshain, but also the people of Bai Lung, Southern Yugoslavia, Vekaiyu, Listonia, Allegheny, and Dovakhan. Their leaders had seen the entire sequence of events, wondering if the new Confederate king was safe. Red and white ambulances and motorcycle ambulances pulled up, their sirens and flashing blue, amber, and white lights mixing with the flashing blue and red lights and sirens of the blue, silver, and black police cars that were pulling up as well. Paramedics quickly headed to the wounded. Agents, soldiers, and cops dragged the now handcuffed to a waiting police car. ----------------------------------------------------------- Samuil was checked for bullet wounds or any other injury. When the CPG agent did not find any, Samuil wanted to know what had happened. "Is everyone okay? Was anyone hurt? What about the assassin?" Samuil was then told by the CPG agent that he would be debriefed at the Confederate Palace. They soon arrived at the palace where armed soldiers, police officers dressed in riot gear, Royal Protectors, and Confederate Marshals were stationed to make sure the king was not attacked again. Samuil was escorted into the palace where the Head of the DIEIS and the Chief Minister were waiting. "Your Majesty, we are glad that you are alright," the Chief Prime Minister Adalberto Spencer said. The Head of the DIEIS, Director Gilbert Jerold Ewing, nodded in agreement. "Sire, since the attempt on your life, we think--" Samuil cut off Director Ewing, saying, "Is my plane ready?" Both the Director and Chief Prime Minister looked at each other in confusion before turning back to the king, with Chief Prime Minister Spencer answering, "Um...Yes, but--" "But nothing. I will still be going on my tour. I want armed guards to escort my sister immediately." Samuil went to his bedroom and grabbed his suitcase, before pushing past both the stunned and confused Chief Prime Minister and DIEIS Director. "But Your Majesty--" Samuil spunned around, his muzzle just inches from Chief Prime Minister Spencer's face. "Listen you two, and listen good. I am not about to let this attempt on my life send me running for the nearest closet with my tail between my legs! So, unless you two have something useful to say, keep your fucking mouths shut! And get me a camera crew, damn it to hell! I am not leaving here, while everyone is worried sick about my safety!" Turning back around, he started heading down the staircase. |
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| Dovakhan | Aug 17 2010, 10:05:25 AM Post #29 |
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They Desire a Better Country
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Official Receiving Hall, Executive Tower Plaza of the Three Powers, Tkanatdovakhiastaat "As to the question about the assassination attempt in Vulshain posed by Ms. Marafk of the New Star: Esteemed guests, I must reiterate that the primary foreign interests of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan will always be regional peace and security. Therefore, it is deeply disturbing that rogue elements operating within the nation of Vulshain would make an attempt on the life of the legitimate ruler of that country, and thereby seek to destabilize a people that, much like our own, have endeavored to rebuild their homeland after a period of violence and unrest. The Republic-Khanates is to heartened to see this violent affront to law and order fail, and we send our warmest regards to His Highness the King of Confederacy of Vulshain. We hope that he will quickly recover from this incident and join us here in Dovakhan to cement the bonds of friendship that will pave a brighter future for our peoples and for all the people of the East Pacific," said the spokesman for the Khagan-Chancellor during a weekly press conference. The same sentiments were transmitted in a communique from the desk of the Director of Diplomacy. |
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| Southern Yugoslavia | Aug 17 2010, 09:28:18 PM Post #30 |
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Wolfman
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"What? When?" Zach asked his Secretary of Defense over the phone. "About ten minutes ago, Mr. President. Just outside the Senate building. It's all over the news." Zach walked over to the remote for the television, and turned it on. Video cameras revealed the carnage the gunman produced. Blood could be seen on the sidewalk, and the wounded wheeled into awaiting emergency vehicles. "Did they arrest the shooter?" "Yes." "Okay, we don't know if this is an isolated incident, so I want the guards at the airport and road to be on high alert. Arrest anyone inside the barriers that is not authorized to be there. I want at least one Ka-60 and one Ka-28 overhead of the area at all times. If it needs to land, send up two more and then have them land. Security level has been pushed to Orange in that area." "Alright Mr. President. I've also sent another Republican Guard platoon to ensure you and the First Lady are safe." "Alright, thank you for your concern. And do we know if he will continue with the tour?" "We're unsure at this time." "Alright. Keep me updated." Zach hung up the phone, and anxiously awaited to hear more news. |
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