Coronation of the new monarch of Vulshain

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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,

— Begin quote from ____

To President Allen Gordon of the Union Republic of Allegheny,

I am grateful for your acceptance in allowing me to journey to your nation.  I too am looking forward to meeting you.  Once again, thank you.

Sincerely,

King Samuil Rainard, King of the Confederacy of Vulshain

— End quote

To Im, he sent,

— Begin quote from ____

To President Richard Im of the Free Republic of Bai Lung,

Thank you for accepting my request to visit your nation.  In regards to your dilemma involving the Kashgar insurgents, if my nation’s military can be of any assistance, please let us know.  The Confederate Armed Forces is dedicated in ensuring peace to not only the people of Vulshain, but to the peoples of our allies and neighbors.  I will speak to you more upon my arrival in Mao Island.  Again, I thank you.

Sincerely,

King Samuil Rainard, King of the Confederacy of Vulshain

— End quote

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.

22

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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Office of the Khagan-Chancellor of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan
Executive Tower, Plaza of the Three Powers, Tkanatdovakhiastaat

— Begin quote from ____

Your Majesty,

On behalf of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan and its people, I would like to express my congratulations to you on the occasion of your coronation as King of the Confederacy of Vulshain.  It is my wish and my expectation that you will lead your country to ever-greater heights.  I am eager to see Vulshain join the concert of peaceful, democratic and hope that you share this dream.  To that effect, I would like to extend and invitation for you to visit the Republic-Khanates at the soonest opportunity.  Until I have the privilege of meeting you in person, however, I wish you all the best.

Yours Truly,

/s/ Anatol Efosebad

Anatol Efosebad
Khagan-Chancellor
Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan

— End quote

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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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.

— Begin quote from ____

Dear Khagan-Chancellor Anatol Efosebad of the Republic-Khanates of Dovakhan,

I am responding to express my thanks for inviting me to your nation as well as your congratulating me in becoming king.  You can be sure that I will visit your nation during my tour of the East Pacific, in my hopes of strengthening the bonds between Vulshain and other countries.  I am concerned about security, but I am confident that you will ensure the safety of not only myself, but those of your people, upon my visit to Dovakhan.  Once again, thank you for the invitation.

Sincerely,

King Samuil Rainard, King of the Confederacy of Vulshain

— End quote

“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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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 Tigr (Russian military vehicle) - Wikipedia 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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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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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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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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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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“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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— Begin quote from ____

From: The joint governments of the Grand Duchy of Reziel and the Empire of Michelsland – Ministry of Foreign Affairs
To: The Confederacy of Vulshain - Director of Foreign Affairs

Dear Sir,

Having been informed about the recent attempt on the life of His Highness the King of Confederacy of Vulshain, we express our strongest support to the people of Vulshain and our greatest appreciation for the monarch’s efforts to bring stability and peace to the country.

At the same time, we express our deepest and firmest condemnation against those individuals and organizations who have planned the events, reassuring the legitimate government of Vulshain that the joint governments of the Grand Duchy of Reziel and the Empire of Michelsland will be ready to offer a full co-operation to fight and contrast them.

Yours sincerely

Raymond Bathes
Vice-Minister of Foreign Affairs for the joint governments of the Grand Duchy of Reziel  and the Empire of Michelsland

— End quote

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“Okay, are we ready,” Samuil asked Chief Prime Minister Spencer. A camera crew was ready. Samuil was sitting at his desk in the Confederate Palace.

“Yes, your Majesty,” the Chief Prime Minister answered. The cameraman gave the king a thumb’s up sign.

On many TV screens across the world, Samuil appeared, wearing the same uniform he wore at his coronation ceremony, minus the hat. “My fellow Vulshainians and the people of the world, I am King Samuil Rainard of the Confederacy of Vulshain. As you may know, there was an attempt on my life by a hitman hired by insurgents and terrorists. As you can see, the attempt failed. However, innocent people were harmed in the attack. I greatly condemn this vile act. The nations of Dovakhan, Reziel, and Michelsland have expressed their outrage at this assassination attempt. The ambassadors from Bai Lung, Vekaiyu, Listonia, and Southern Yugoslavia have informed me that their nations are also shocked and appalled by such actions.”

“While many believe that this attempt on my life will keep me from leaving on my tour of the East Pacific, I am here to say that will not be the case. If terrorists, criminals, and tyrannical dictators believe that they can intimidate me, they are sadly mistaken. As soon as this State of the Confederacy is over, I will leave to travel our western neighbor Southern Yugoslavia to meet with President Zachary Kreskov. I thank the leaders of the nations of Southern Yugoslavia, Dovakhan, Reziel, Michelsland, Bai Lung, Allegheny, Vekaiyu, and Listonia for standing with Vulshain against such acts of villainy and terrorism. Thank you.”

The camera stopped boardcasting. “Good, now, get me to my plane. Now,” Samuil ordered.

Samuil boarded the Ilyushin Il-96-300PU. Sitting in a chair was his older sister, Cecilia. Upon seeing him, she jumped out of chair and ran to him. “Oh, thank God, Sam! I was so worried.” She was crying.

“It’s alright, Cecilia. I’m okay, now. Now, come on, get back in your seat. We’re about to take off.” Nodding and wiping the tears from her eyes, his sister returned to her seat. Samuil sighed as he sat next to her.

Confederate Force Alpha-Omega took off for New Skopje, the capital of Southern Yugoslavia, as it was escorted by MiG-29s, F-14s, and MiG-25s.

Samuil sighed again. “Well, here I go. To help my country,” he thought as opened up a book and began reading about the last Russian tsar.

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Upon hearing the assassination attempt on King Samuil, Kong Du Dok, the ambassador of Bai Lung to Vulshain gave the following statement (with approval from Richard Im):

— Begin quote from ____

"Recently, King Samuil of Vulshain escaped an assassination attempt by anti-Monarchy insurgents. This was an act of heinous crime and we the nation of Bai Lung, fully condemn this murder attempt on the country’s leader. President Im has personally said that this assssination attempt may have been partially funded by pro-Republican Kashgar insurgents in Bai Lung Dalu.

The Kashgar insurgents in the mainland has an advanced terrorist network, being able to communicate with other insurgents worldwide. President Im is trying to quell these terrorist networks and to ensure long term peace is establised in the mainland. The Kashgar insurgents are known to send money and guns to groups with an anti-Monarchy and/or anti-Bai Lungese agenda. The government of Bai Lung has made a goal not to let these insurgents spread and influence others

We wish King Samuil well in touring around the world safely. "

— End quote

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Just inside the border of Southern Yugoslavia, a flight of nine MiG-35s hovered around the area to intercept and escort the Ilyushin Il-96-300PU to New Skopje International. The flight leader, Reaver, noticed the aerial motorcade, and promptly radioed in to the group of aircraft in English.

“Attention Confederate Force Alpha-Omega, this is Flight 32 Bravo of the Southern Yugoslavian Air Force. You are nearing Southern Yugoslavian airspace. We request that the fighter escort turn over escort duties to us, and return to base once you have entered our airspace. Do you copy?”

The presidential motorcade promptly made its way to the runway. A small detachment of Southern Yugoslavian Marines had reported in dress uniform, waiting to greet the King. They lined up along the red carpet. Above, the flags of Southern Yugoslavia and Vulshain fluttered in the wind above the runway.

The president was to remain inside the motorcade until the plane landed. On the front of the limo, the Presidential flag was replaced with the flag of Vulshain. Last minute preparations were being put into place.

On top of buildings along the route to the Presidential Palace, Marine snipers took up positions to eliminate threats before they reached the president or the king.

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The pilot of the king’s plane responded, “This Confederate Force Alpha-Omega. Roger that Flight 32 Bravo. We copy. We are nearing your airspace now.”

“Thanks for the escort, Wraiths and White Halos. I think the Southern Yugoslavian flyboys can handle the escort from here.”

“Roger that Confederate Force Alpha-Omega. We are returning to base,” Wraith Leader One replied.

The Vulshainian fighters peeled off from the Ilyushin Il-96-300PU as the Southern Yugoslavian fighters took over.

As he looked out of the window at the changing of the guard, Samuil said, “Hm…We must be nearing Southern Yugoslavian airspace.”

His sister nodded. “Sam, do you think everything will be alright?”

Turning to her, he sighed before answering, “To tell you the truth, Cecilia, I’m not sure. I am actually a little nervous. I mean, I’m meeting people who have way more experience at running a country than I do. I’ve been, what, almost a month of taking the crown.” His long striped ears flattened against his head.

Giving him a comforting smile, Cecilia said, “It’s okay Sam. You’ll probably be just fine.”

Nodding and returning her smile with his own, he replied, “Yeah, you’re right. I’m probably still a little shook up after that assassination attempt.”

“Did they ever found out who was behind it?”

“Well…DIEIS thinks it was the RALA and ARLA who hired the hitman. However, they received information from the Bai Lungese government about it. Bai Lung thinks that Kashgar insurgents helped fund the attempt on me. President Im thinks that the Kashgar terrorists are supporting the terrorists in Vulshain, mainly because the ones in Vulshain are anti-Monarchy. Well, nothing we can do now, I guess.”

Nodding, both of them returned to their books.

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Kyrgyzbari, Bai Lung Dalu

The busy market place of Kyrgazbari is found in the central part of the mainland territories. 75% of the people are Kashgars while 25% are Bai Lungese. Most of the 25% live in the city centre where Kashgars rarely dare venture into in fears of police brutality.

A middle aged man of Kashgar origin is saying goodbye to his wife.

Kashgar man: “Goodbye, my dear. Will see you again later.”

He gave her a last kiss. To start the day, he grabbed his tricycle concealed under a tarp. The bag he is carrying is too heavy so he places it behind the tricycle. He rides his way to the city centre during the morning rush hour period. A few Bai Lungese look very suspicious but nonetheless dismiss him as another wandering bird god praying man.

The man is not innocent. He suddenly cycled faster and faster until screaming out the common Kashgari war cry.

Kashgar man: “AHNABAR BISHU!!!”

The man ditched his tricycle, allowing it to head into the direction of the Bai Lungese crowd. The back pack suddenly bursted into flames which turned into a massive explosion killing 7 people and injuring many more.

The man did not get away with the mass killing, a group of Bai Lungese by-standers restrained but not before wielding a scimitar, slashing a few. He was finally taken into custody by the cops.

Kashgar man: “AHNABAR BISHU!!! DOWN WITH VULSHAIN AND KING SAMUIL!!! DOWN WITH BAI LUNG AND IM!!! THEY WILL BOTH DIE UNDER BISCKECK’S WILL!!!”


The busy streets of Kyrgyzbari is now cordoned off as the government declared this incident an act of terrorism…

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New Skopje International Airport, 2:30 P.M. SYST

“Confederate Force Alpha-Omega, this is New Skopje Tower, you are cleared to land on Runway Zero-Niner. Flight 32 Bravo, you are cleared to defend the airspace at your will.”

In the terminal, people crowded around the windows to watch as the King’s plane touched down on the tarmac without issue. Zach climbed out of the limo, and walked to the end of the red carpet. The Marines saluted, and he quickly returned a salute. He waited on the left of the mobile staircase, where King Samuil would disembark the plane. The Republican Guard stayed close to him.

Overhead, the MiGs flew in formation to provide cover from possible air attacks. Helicopters and helicopter gunships flew overhead to provide close air support if needed. Snipers watched from all angles, and “Tigr” HUMVEEs patrolled the roadways and defended the motorcade.

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While on the plane bound for Pittsburgh from the prison, Ikrisia flipped open her laptop to catch any emails or information. Upon hearing of the attempted assassination, Ikrisia clicked open a new window and drafted up a fairly quick response.

— Begin quote from ____

To the Confederacy of Vulshain, Director of Foreign Affairs to Vekaiyu,

Upon reception of the news regarding the attempted assassination on the monarch His Excellency King Samuil Rainard of the Confederacy of Vulshain, I hoped the king was in good health and had escaped serious injury. It is with great relief that I have learned that is indeed the case, and I applaud your nation’s ability to quickly diffuse the situation.

I commend the efforts of your nation and its king with going ahead with the foreign tour. I look forward to further interaction with your nation in the near future.

Regards,
Ikrisia Levinile
Kral Commodore of Vekaiyu

— End quote

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As the plane neared New Skopje International Airport, Samuil received an email from Ikrisia, expressing her relief that he was unharmed by the attempt on his life. Quickly typing, he sent a reply.

— Begin quote from ____

To Kral Commodore Ikrisia Levinile of Vekaiyu,

I wish to thank you for your concern for my wellbeing after hearing of the attempt on my life.  While I was unharmed by the attack, several of my fellow Vulshainians were injured by the assassin.  My nation and I both thank you for your kindness and caring during this terrible incident.  You are a very kind-hearted and loving person.

I look forward to meeting you after my trip to Southern Yugoslavia.  Till then, I hope and pray for your safety and wellbeing as well.

Sincerely,

King Samuil Rainard of the Confederacy of Vulshain

— End quote

After sending the message, he closed his laptop and returned it to his computer case. He looked out of the window as the plane slowly descended. “Well, this is it.”

The pilot of the Ilyushin Il-96-300PU answered, “Copy that New Skopje Tower. Confederate Force Alpha-Omega heading to Runway Zero-Niner now.” The plane soon landed.

Inside the plane, Samuil was checking to make sure he and his uniform were ready. He wore another set of clothes like the one he had worn at his coronation, while Cecilia wore a bluish-green female Air Force officer’s skirted uniform with the rank of Senior Lieutenant, as well as her glasses. She also wore a peaked hat similar to her brother’s, but instead of gold, her hat had a visor with silver metal leaves around the outer edge and embroidered silver wreath with metal cocarde. Like her little brother, she too also wore several medals and awards for military service. Down the sides of her skirt were cyan officer stripes. She looked him over, while straightening his collar. “Relax, Samuil. You look fine. And for crying out loud, stop moving your tail! You don’t have to be nervous. You’ll do fine. Just act natural.”

Nodding and smiling, he said, “Thanks. It’s a good thing I made you my Confederate Premier.”

She glared at him before replying, “Bah! Just be glad that you’re my brother, or else I would shave and tie your tail into a knot! You know that I dislike politics as much as you do!”

Chuckling, he said, “Now, who’s being nervous?”

“Why you–?”

Kissing her on the cheek, he said, “Come on, Cecilia. Let’s not keep President Kreskov waiting.” Nodding and smiling at each other, they headed out. A CPG agent opened the plane’s door as the mobile staircase docked with the plane, allowing the king and his staff to disembark. Samuil and Cecilia were the first to exit. Cecilia was a little taller than her little brother, being about 5’6”, while he was 5’5”. They both walked down the staircase, where President Kreskov waited for them. “President Zachery Kreskov, it’s an honor to meet you. I am King Samuil Rainard,” he said in perfect Lobonese. He held out his hand to shake the hand of the President of Southern Yugoslavia.

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— Begin quote from ____

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Dear His Majesty King Samuil Rainard of Vulshain,

On the early hours of the 20th August, a terrorist incident has taken place in the mainland territories. The police are questioning a man believing to be of Kashgar origin by the time you receive this telegram.  The suspect is alleged to have killed 7 people by using an IED attached to a tricycle and driving it towards a crowd. He could be a member of the Kashgar Liberation Front, known for it’s anti-Bai Lungese and anti-Monarchy views and have links with the insurgency in Vulshain.

These men may not travel country to country via flying due to their religion forbidding them, but they will use sleeper agents to poison you. Mind you, it is not the first time a leader got poisoned and died. Just look at Kim Ki Moon, the previous leader of my country.

Just be cautious be not be overtly paranoid or overtly lax about it.

Yours Sincerely,

Richard Im
President of Bai Lung

— End quote