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A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]

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Postby United States of Brink » Mon Mar 10, 2014 6:57 am

President Samuel Briddick was in attendance for the gala which he hoped would provide a pleasurable respite from the everyday life back in Windhoek. Accompanying Briddick was his wife, Tiffany. The two had met at Windhoek University during their tenure as graduate students. She was a short woman, considered stout by some, with short brown hair and a booming South African accent. She was very much the opposite of Briddick who was tall and lanky but equally as intelligent. She was energetic, friendly, and outgoing and much adored around Windhoek. Also in attendance, upon invitation from Briddick himself, was longtime friend Ngozi Baruti. Baruti had been the president before Briddick took office and was revered among the Republic. His appearance masked a sort of passive aggressive agenda for Briddick. Baruti’s relationship with the Emperor was strained at times during his office though never outright hostile. While Briddick was enjoying a closer partnership with the Empire, Baruti’s presence was necessary as a way of saying there will always be fundamental differences between us.

The remainder of Briddick’s party comprised of a few staff members and his Ambassador to Layarteb, Mrs. Afua Sanaa. Sanaa had been an expat practicing law in Layarteb before being tapped by Briddick to serve as ambassador. Her husband, Dzazo Sanaa, was also lawyer who had emigrated to Layarteb a few months after his wife, when her practice took off. He had joined her for the gala.

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Postby Brydog » Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:25 am

The two had taken to chatting with the other guest, René wearing a finely tailored tuxedo and Natálie wearing a firm and slim dark blue gown with her orange-reddish hair in a bun for the event, she mostly had in flowing but the event called for the bun which she didn't like that much. The two slip their drinks, sampling the treats as they watched the crowd for any people of interest or importance like the Emperor, who René like many wonder if he had a name, no doubt it was a state secret or something, Natálie was scoping out the scene too, while their wedding was going through her head, she smiling at hm and give him a quick kiss as she went off to the bathroom.
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Postby RomeW » Mon Mar 10, 2014 9:54 am

Omar wasted no time mingling as soon as he entered the party. The burly Omar chose to hide his nervousness with an overwhelming giddiness, happily bringing his gregarious personality to all those who entertained his company. Omar, being an unrefined talent, lacked much of the knowledge about decorum and thus violated it frequently, but fortunately for him, his boyish charm meant that the only trouble he got were polite explanations of decorum from the accosted party.

Valerius, though, shook his head watching his new Foreign Minister, hoping that one day Omar's brain would curtail his youthful exuberance. Still, until something major happened, he decided to sit by the bar making small talk with the other patrons while nursing his beer.

Later on in the gala, Omar couldn't help but be taken by a beautiful woman. She'd been staring at him all night but Omar didn't realize it until now. However, once he saw her, he was smitten and decided he wanted to make a move. Something about her made him get tentative, and the words and actions that seemed to come so easy to him were absent this time. Still, he decided to swallow his pride and say "hello", excited at where their encounter will go next.
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Postby Layarteb » Mon Mar 10, 2014 11:52 am

It was so, that the Emperor, a glass of scotch in hand, a genuine smile on his face approached his African counterpart, President Samuel Briddick. In less jovial circumstances, these two men were the true powerbrokers in the world, the former because of the impressive scope and expanse of the Empire combined with its unmatched military might and the latter, commanding the world's economy. Near and not far was the President's wife, Tiffany Briddick and the former African President, Ngozi Baruti, who would always be welcome at a Layartebian gala. "Madam Briddick, Mister Presidents, it pleases me to see everyone here in attendance, given our regrettably short notice." The Emperor offered in greeting. In normal circumstances, the Emperor would offer a kiss to the hand of Madam Briddick first and then shake the hands of Baruti and Briddick, in that order, always saving the more important to the end, leaving the ladies in the front.

Behind them, the Romans passed with high spirits and the Emperor knew that he would make his way over to them next. Eventually he would make his way to everyone at the party, it was required and while he'd passed through the ranks of the Monégasque already, he was still far from the end of his hosting duties.
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Postby United States of Brink » Mon Mar 10, 2014 12:22 pm

“Admittedly I wasn’t going to come,” Briddick said jokingly, “but my wife said we don’t go out anymore.”

The group chuckled.

“Besides,”
interjected Tiffany, “I thought it hard to say no to a gala of high dignitaries on the Empire of Layarteb’s private yacht in Monaco.” The Emperor laughed, Tiffany blushed, the Emperor’s handsomeness hard to deny.

“I hope you are well Mr. President,”
the Emperor said to Baruti.

“Of course,” he replied, “retirement has been kind. I was expecting to see Dr. Wilson; it has been quite some time.”

“On assignment in South America,” the Emperor replied. “She sends her regards though.”

“Well don’t let us keep you sir; I am sure your duties as this evening’s host demands your attention,”
said Tiffany warmly.

“Of course, thank you. Enjoy.” With that the Emperor marched forward to attend to the other guests.

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Postby Khorsun » Tue Mar 11, 2014 8:27 am

July 4, 2013
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Preparations for the missile test, rushed forward over the last day and half, were nearing completion. The Khorsuni Navy's missile research and testing battalion had moved the transporter-erector launchers to the northwest of what had once been called the Ivory Coast. One of the Navy's handful of Tu-142 maritime reconnaissance bombers was on standby; it would 'locate' the target once the time came. And the target ship, a retired cargo freighter, was steaming toward its designated position and only a few hours away.

The ship would ultimately come to rest some 125 miles to the southeast of the Layartebian-controlled Cape Verde islands; well outside the boundaries of their territorial airspace and waters, but close enough to make things uncomfortable for them.

Launch was scheduled for midnight, as was the test's official annoucement.
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Postby Cotland » Tue Mar 11, 2014 2:12 pm

Monte Carlo, Monaco
July 4, 2013


The armoured limousine carrying King Sverre II, by the Grace of God King of Cotland and a bunch of other titles and styles rolled up in front of the Hôtel Hermitage in Monte Carlo, and immediately the local police escort and King's own close protection team made sure the area was safe before the heavy door of the limousine opened and allowed the King of Cotland to disembark the luxurious limousine and proceed into the hotel, where the lobby had been cleared of people moments earlier and the entire hotel leadership were lined up to welcome the royal guest. After some very brief pleasantries, the King was installed in the Diamond Suite Penthouse.

When the invitation for the party arrived two days prior, the King had immediately cancelled his plans for a summer trip to the Caribbean and sent a reply stating that he would attend. The Royal Household had immediately called the Admirality and instructed them to have the Royal Yacht Monarkens Glede deploy from Ibiza to Monaco. However, due to engine troubles, the yacht had been unable to make the deadline of the morning of July 4th, being able to arrive no earlier than the early morning of July 5th. As a result, the Diamond Suite Penthouse had been booked for one night, with the household using royal purchasing powers to have the hotel move the Bavinese railroad tycoon that had originally booked the suite to a lesser suite.

Since then, it had been a hectic couple of days. The "travelling kit" that accompanied the King, consisting of the armoured limousine and four black uparmoured Mercedes-Benz S660 sedans, a small arsenal for the personal protection detail, and some elements of the royal baggage, had been loaded up into a C-170B Kondor strategic transport aircraft and sent on ahead to the Nice Côte d'Azur Airport. That aircraft, which also carried most of the personal protection detail, had arrived during the night to July 4th, while the King himself landed just after 12 o'clock local time in his personal supersonic VC-134A Kongesvane transport aircraft. After an uneventful drive from the airport to Monte Carlo, the King spent an hour doing some much needed paperwork in the penthouse before he decided to go for a stroll in the city, to the chagrin of his personal protection detail who were literarily having seizures from the lack of planning for the event. Then again, if they had it their way, the monarch would spend every single second safely secured in a government bunker somewhere.

A few hours later, the King had safely survived the tour of the city, had showered and changed into a smart, extremely expensive tuxedo, well packed with the bling of formal orders and such befitting his status as arguably one of the world's most powerful monarchs, and onboard a boat taking him out to the Layartebian yacht anchored in the harbour, escorted by only four close-protection agents and assisted by two aides.

As the boat came alongside the yacht and the Layartebian hands secured the boat, the King led the entourage up the gangway and received the appropiate formal salute rendered by the officer of the watch and the duty section, before being led to the gala and party area, his close protection team hanging back and the aides trying to pretend to be invisible.

As he neared the area, he saw that there were already a number of dignitaries present. Some he knew, like the Apilonian royal couple and the Brinkian President Baruti, while others he knew only by reputation, like the new Roman Foreign Minister, and other still he had no idea who were before one of the aides whispered it into the King's ear, like the Brydogians.

He also noticed that some of the female waiter staff were quite cute, and thought to himself that this party might turn out to be quite amusing after all...
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Postby Terra Reborn » Tue Mar 11, 2014 3:33 pm

King Walker I of Apilonia, Australia, India and the Imperial Dominions
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Thursday 4th July 2013, 1945hrs Local Time (0945hrs Imperial Capital Time, 1754hrs Zulu Time)


After the formalities of their arrival had been taken care of, Walker and Jessica made their way up onto the main deck where the majority of the festivities were taking place and began the chore of glad-handing the various dignitaries that were present. It was not, perhaps, the most entertaining way to spend a party however it was part and parcel of these kind of events, and especially in relatively relaxed (although still ridiculously formal of course) environments such as this it was an excellent chance to exchange words with other world leaders, especially those that the Apilonian Empire didn’t communicate with all that often, outside of the routine affairs of state. Walker was just glad that he wasn’t hosting this particular one, the fact that he was good at this sort of thing after decades of practice didn’t equate to him actually liking to do it. He was much more comfortable speaking in more private surroundings, where a frank and open discussion could take place, rather than the cloaked and carefully chosen words that were exchanged in public meetings such as this. But it came with the Crown, and Walker would get used to it.

At least he was well briefed for the occasion. His staff had been able to get a copy of the guest list a few hours ago and they had briefed him on everyone who would be present, so that he would recognize them by sight and know their position, and a few handy bits of information like relative importance and things of that nature. After all, it only did well to have the King well informed in matters such as this, after all in more than a few cases it would be Head of State to Head of State contact, not something that happened every day. One of the King’s roles when abroad was to represent the Empire, and given his position within the Empire he could do that a great deal and extremely well, he was after all the King. So, despite the fact that he detested these kind of events, Walker had an important job to do here, he wasn’t here simply to party, this was a rare meeting of world leaders, and he intended to take advantage of that.

Walker spotted the Cottish Monarch as soon as he arrived, it wasn’t like he was hard to miss, and they had met before and spoken numerous times over the phone on various matters. Walker smiled, he had a lot of time for the young Cottish King, he might have his flaws (and his taste for the ladies was by far the most obvious), but he was enthusiastic and clearly wanted to do the best by his people, and that was something that Walker could respect, so he made a good place to start getting to the people here who were actually important on the global stage, not just Monaco.

“Your Majesty,” Walker smiled as he approached, in this formal setting the most formal greeting was appropriate, even between Kings. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”
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Postby Layarteb » Tue Mar 11, 2014 7:11 pm

The Emperor giving a slight bow of respect to his African colleagues headed then behind him, to the roaming Romans, a catchy phrase indeed. There upon he stood by Faisal Omar, the Egyptian appointee to the Foreign Affairs Ministry, a man whom the Emperor had not had a change to meet formally or even informally. Also present was his Roman counterpart, Caesar Valerius IV, who had been in his position for quite some time now. The Romans had been making their way through the party like the pros that they were, and enjoying every moment of it, as they should have so when the Emperor approached, he enjoyed the otherwise jovial nature of the two of them, "Caesar," the Emperor said, addressing Valerius IV by his official title. "It's been quite some time, has it not?" Indeed it had, the last time the two of them had been together was the Greenbrier conference in 2011. The conference had not been held in 2012 and there were no plans yet to hold it for 2013; although, tentatively, there were plans for a late-spring 2014 meeting. "And this I believe is your new Minister of Foreign Affairs, Faisal Omar from Egypt?" Said the Emperor, extending his hand.

Whether or not the Egyptian was offended by the presence of alcohol was of no real concern to the Emperor. He wasn't one who offended cultures on purpose but as the Egyptian was his guest, and not the other way around, the cultural rules were defined by the host. The Emperor didn't give it a thought though, as he continued to hold the glass of scotch, a single finger of the brown, caustic liquid swirling inside.
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Postby RomeW » Tue Mar 11, 2014 9:28 pm

Omar and his new squeeze hit it off instantaneously. After a bit of small talk, their lips became inseparable, with the kissing becoming more and more passionate by the second. Eventually the infatuated pair found a little nook in the yacht, where they wasted no time getting to know each other's bodies better. The climax came with quick but exhilarating sex, with Omar holding up his new lady friend against the wall as they engaged in it. Once they were finished, the pair excitedly exchanged numbers before re-dispersing themselves back into the crowd.

When Omar rejoined Valerius, he was wearing the world's widest grin, as could be expected after the rendezvous he just had. Valerius looked at him with consternation, not even trying to hide his disgust.

"What?" said Omar, his voice slurring due to the excess of alcohol.
"So, are you trying to set a personal record for yourself?" said Valerius, admonishing his young minister.
"Oh come on man...you can't tell me there was a time you wanted to bang every pretty thing that walked by...I'm merely taking the opportunity!" Omar smiled enthusiastically while ordering another pair of shots from the bar, which the burly man downed just as soon as they arrived.
Valerius chuckled wistfully, shaking his head. "I don't have a problem if you want to meet as many lady friends as you like...just don't make a show about it."
"What are you talking about? We didn't have sex out in the open...we found a secluded corner."
"Then perhaps you want to explain the state of your legwear."
Omar looked down at his pants, finding nothing wrong with them. "They look fine to me."
"I didn't say they were broken...it's just that you've left the jewels on display."
"...um...your Majesty?"
"Do I really need to spell it out for you?"
Omar nodded yes, still wearing his confused look.
Valerius sighed, before sternly replying. "Your fly is undone. Do it up. Please."
Omar laughed nervously before obliging with the Caesar's request.

It was at this time the Layartebian Emperor came by to visit the dignitaries. He flashed a brisk, business-like smile before engaging in the conversation.

"So this I believe is your new Minister of Foreign Affairs, Faisal Omar from Egypt?" said the Emperor, extending his hand to Omar.
Omar responded by going for the Emperor's hand, but, at the last moment, when their hands were going to meet, Omar quickly pulled it away and yelled "Psyche!" before brushing his hair with the withdrawn hand. Omar seemed to think it was a funny joke, as he keeled over in a belly laugh, but neither Emperor was amused.

"Glad to know he's up to date on his third grade pranks," deadpanned the Layartebian Emperor.
"Shake the Emperor's hand!" Valerius said to Omar, scolding him profusely. Omar again obliged, wearing an apologetic look at the Layartebian Emperor while he shook his hand. "Sir, I apologize," said Valerius, turning his attention to the Layartebian Emperor. "Mommy's not here to look after him so he's going overboard on the milk, if you catch my drift."
"I guess so," said Layartebian Emperor, who let out a brief chuckle. He wasn't amused by Omar's prank, but after a moment's thought, the youngster's energy was endearing, which would be useful to him once he matured.

He then turned his attention to Valerius, flashing a smile and warming up slightly.

"It has been quite some time, hasn't it?" said Layartebian Emperor, taking a sip of his scotch.
"A few years, yes," said Valerius, "but you understand...we had a lot to take care. We always do. I'm just glad that I'm now able to make the rounds again on the global scale, and I look forward to rekindling our two fine nations' relations."
"We still have a lot of work to do, still, but if there is anyone who is patient enough to be up to the challenge, it's you Caesar."
"Eight years and counting in office...it's hard to fathom...seems like just yesterday I was a strapping lad challenging Rodin Hartian, yet here I am."
"...and you have your work cut out for you. I understand Egypt will have its elections next year and you are now trying to sort things out in Malta."
Valerius smiled, letting out a lighthearted chuckle."Yep, lots on the Roman plate, but it's nothing we can't handle."
"Good to know." The Layartebian Emperor then gave Valerius a hearty handshake, with both Emperors having a firm grip. "Good to see you, Caesar."
"Likewise Your Majesty."
"I wish you well in your endeavours. Make sure you set young Omar straight and get him on the right path- he will be a fine talent one day, he just needs to learn how to properly harness it."
"I agree, and I'm doing everything I can." Both men flashed warm smiles at each other before they parted to rejoin the party.
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Postby Layarteb » Wed Mar 12, 2014 7:05 am

The Emperor was certainly not amused by the behavior of the Roman Foreign Minister but he didn't show it as he concluded the conversation. This was his first impression of the man and it was all but desirous so, before the Emperor found his way to the next batch of dignitaries, he looked for his Chief of Security, who happened to be perusing the partygoers. "Jack," the Emperor said, coming up next to him.

"Yes sir?"

"Keep an eye on the Roman Foreign Minister."

"Already on it sir, evidently he's had some extracurricular activities already."

"Well make sure the staff clears the room then."

"Already being done sir but it wasn't a room. Needless to say, he wasn't observed by anyone except security. We didn't put cameras all over this yacht for nothing sir."

"Good work, keep an eye on him nonetheless. I have no issues with extracurricular activities but I will not have rudeness."

"Yes sir."
With that, the Emperor walked away, finished his bit of scotch and had the glass refilled at the bar. He eyed those around and saw King Walker standing next to King Sverre and in a foreshadow of what was to come, he approached them both.

"Madam Queen," the Emperor said approaching, "Your Majesties," he said, exchanging the usual greetings. "Before we go further, might I propose a toast? To old friends and the newest of friends, to the three greatest powers on the planet," he said, quietly so as to not be overheard and offend any of the other dignitaries. He had only said this knowing that the area was clear and so he hoped that both the Apilonians and King Sverre would be as discrete as he was.
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Postby Brydog » Wed Mar 12, 2014 1:32 pm

The two Czechs made their way chatting with René introducing his fiancee to the guests, he looked around for anyone of importance to introduce her to. He noticed the three monarchs together and decided he would to make their way to them but, the two first stopped off at the bar, each grabbing a glass of pilsner, Czech of course and toasted before heading towards them, Natálie following him with a curious look as he led her.

"Where we going?" she asks, wondering

"To meet some important people, honey"

"Important?" she asked with curious look

"Yeah, I figure as the representative of our nation here I need to meet them and also to allow you to meet them also."

The two near waiting for a opening to introduce themselves to the group.
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Postby Layarteb » Sun Mar 16, 2014 4:13 pm

Moving here and there through the party, the Emperor had found himself in with the Czech representatives of the Federation of Lacoze. There could have been some sort of bad blood between the Lacozens and the Empire, particularly since Monaco left the Federation of Lacoze and ran to the arms of the Empire; or rather, at least that was how it appeared in the newspapers. "Mister Kudrna, Misses Pražak," he said, approaching them. "I'm glad to see you both here."
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Postby Brydog » Wed Mar 19, 2014 1:31 pm

Rene extends his hand in a shake, and replies "The President had important matters to attend and couldn't be here but gives his regards", Natalie also extends her hand in a shake. "The honor to meet you. sir" Rene looked around, and spoke again.

"One the issue of Monaco, our laws state that any member may leave, I and a large majority feel no bad blood in regards to that."

Natile had got some treats and offer one to her fiance, who toke a bite. "Some however do take a offense but its a minority and the government seems to be troubled with other matters"
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Postby Terra Reborn » Wed Mar 19, 2014 2:02 pm

King Walker I of Apilonia, Australia, India and the Imperial Dominions
ILS Cordelia
Outer Harbour, Monaco
Thursday 4th July 2013, 1945hrs Local Time (0945hrs Imperial Capital Time, 1754hrs Zulu Time)


Although he and Jessica had been exchanging pleasantries with Sverre he had been keeping half an eye on the… exhibition… that had been the Roman delegation and their interactions with the Layartebian Emperor. It was unprofessional at best and down right insulting at worst, but thankfully the Emperor appeared to be taking things quite well. That being said he was surprised that such a man was being allowed to go to an event like this, in the future if there was any interactions between Rome and any of the nations represented here and this man was still Foreign Minister they would likely remember his behaviour as it had been and draw certain conclusions. That was certainly how it would be seen in the Empire, and he wondered whether his Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs would even put up with him, the Countess of Thurston didn’t suffer fools gladly, it was part of why she was a hell of a Foreign Secretary. Never the less as the Emperor approached Walker didn’t make any mention to the entire affair as the pleasantries were exchanged.

Walker smiled broadly at the toast.

“To the future,” He replied simply as they silently toasted what the Emperor had said.

Once he had left them again Walker took his leave from Sverre and the Apilonian couple moved on.
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Postby Layarteb » Wed Mar 19, 2014 2:56 pm

"Well I am glad to hear that," responded the Emperor to the Lacozen. "It is a shame though that the President could not make it. You will please send him my personal regards. You may also convey that the Empire has no militaristic plans for Monaco - in case there are those that worry within his Cabinet. Please do enjoy yourself." He said before walking over to the Cottish King and his Apilonian counterpart, King Walker I. The toast was the toast and from there, the Emperor was just about done with his mingling among the guests of the party.

He found Jack meandering about and brought him alongside, "How are the affairs Jack?"

"Good sir, no issues. We're not set to receive anyone else. The fireworks are set and ready, I am told. All that it will require is your announcement at the appointed time."

"Good then. How is the navy holding up?"

"I imagine that the squids are bored and jealous sir but they've no threats to report."

"Excellent, do enjoy yourself as much as you can.

"I will sir,"
Delaney responded before walking off to check on the bow of the boat.
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Postby Layarteb » Thu Mar 20, 2014 8:28 am

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With the party continuing on unabated, the Emperor's mingling completed, and the future of Monaco secure, there was only one last piece to add to the celebration, fireworks. The Empire was a major fan of fireworks and each New Year's and Independence Day, the smoke from fireworks formed their own clouds overhead. Here in the Mediterranean Sea, the Empire was prepared to grant no exception. A barge loaded with a thirty-minute display of colors, fountains, mortars, and so on and so forth was located just one nautical mile out to sea, where it was invisible in the darkness of the night. Unmanned due to the potential for catastrophe, the barge was linked via remote control to a small civilian vessel just a few hundred yards away. Maneuverable and able to get out of the way of danger quickly, the vessel was the director's chair for this auspicious display of colors.

"Ladies and gentlemen," the Emperor announced with a booming voice as the music was cued down and private conversations quieted to respectful silence. It was two minutes to 22:00 and the Emperor now had the attention of his entire audience. "In just two minutes we'll be celebrating this occasion with a grand fireworks display. As I've said to all, I shall repeat, that I am truly honored and thankful that everyone has attended. This is a great day for Monaco and its people and for all of you, here to share the occasion, again, thank you." Two minutes later, the display was commencing with a spattering of high-altitude bursts of varying colors, those being the greens of the Empire and the colors of Monaco, white and red.
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Postby Layarteb » Wed Mar 26, 2014 9:32 am

OOC: At this point people post what you want. Khorsun, the stage is set for your missile test; Brink, we can do the private walk-around if you like; anyone else, do as you please (without reason and bounds of sensibility).

As the night wore on so too did the party, guests mingled about the yacht's interior and exterior and though several rooms were open for tryst encounters, several were locked and available only upon private request - and that request was generally going to be denied for all except King Sverre, whose libido was legendary. The Emperor's personal cabin was also locked, guarded by a pair of men from Force Falcon, the secretive bodyguard group that Jack Delaney headed. There was no end time for the party, it was more or less just when everyone left. The more sensible of the guests would likely filter out around midnight with the more seasoned ones lasting until about two in the morning. The ones Jack Delaney had to watch for would filter out around four and only the most hardcore would make it to sunup, where they could share in a quiet, relaxing conversation with the Emperor on one of the yacht's lounge chairs.

Little did any of them know though what was happening much further south…
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Postby United States of Brink » Mon Mar 31, 2014 10:30 am

The evening had progressed quite enjoyably. Briddick considered himself a homebody, he generally removed himself from public appearances unless necessary. Still, when he did go out, in cases much like the one he was currently in, he often enjoyed himself causing it a bit of a contradiction. He had a few drinks, though not too many as his wife kept him respectable, and was feeling very festive. Though feeling a bit looser than normal, he still kept to his circle, entertaining the Sanaa’s for most of the night. He was very fond of Afua, who had earned both his respect and friendship during their business relationship. Dzazo, usually quiet, had a boisterous laugh and the small African delegation was making their share of noise.

They mingled, as obligated to do. Baruti garnered the most attention, his fame obviously preceding him. Though he was getting older, he maintained himself well and was able to enjoy the night despite the growing hour. They had waited for the Emperor to circle back, the host visibly busy throughout the night.

He arrived with a smile, “You all seem to be enjoying yourself, Mr. Sanna you have the heartiest laugh this side of the Mediterranean.”

“And the other side too,” he replied.

“I believe there was talk of a tour sir,” chimed Tiffany happily.

“Right, I believe I can accommodate that. Well if everyone is ready we can start. Wait, Mr. President it appears your glass is nearing empty.”

Briddick looked at his glass and notice that it was indeed nearing nothingness. He looked at his wife for approval; he was nearing the end of his limit. She smiled and nodded. He rejoiced, being a British native he had an affinity for fine scotch to which this party obliged. He walked quickly to the closest bartender to refill his cup and returned to the group just as fast.

“What are you drinking” asked the Emperor?

“Lagavulin, one of my favorites.”

“Mine as well. Now if you’ll follow me.”

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Postby Layarteb » Wed Apr 02, 2014 8:11 pm

OOC: Photos of the Yacht & Deck Layouts.

"A tour indeed," the Emperor answered, taking President Briddick and those with him for a quick tour of the vessel. The party was just happening in the background and the Emperor brought him down to the lowest deck first. They would walk from stern to bow here. "So here off to our left is a private dining area, segmented off from the main dining area that is just forward." Inside, the dining room was simple with a long, oval table and ten seats. The decoration throughout the yacht was splendid and rich in both color and quality. "The main dining room here features nine tables and a buffet area, across the corridor is our galley and I will avoid that place for now given how busy it is.

"Continuing forward, we have a library and a fireplace off to the port side here,"
the Emperor said, taking the guests through the quiet library. The fireplace was currently on and the room was warm and cozy. The sofas were leather and empty and nothing seemed out of place. The television was off but its size, being over 50 inches fit the room perfectly well. "Off to the starboard side, just across, is a conference room. It is secure and as you likely do yourself, security teams sweep it regularly for bugs.

"Now, forward of here,"
the Emperor said as they moved through the conference room. "Are five double suites for guests. There may be over a hundred people here tonight but that is just for events. Should I wish to take guests with me on a cruise let's say, I can bring thirty-nine guests, in addition to myself." They went into one of the suites, noting that it had been undisturbed on this deck, which was called Deck 3 or the Main Deck.

They moved to Deck 4, the Upper Deck, next. Now they were at the bow of the yacht and thus they would work their way back to the stern. "On the Upper Deck here we have ten guests suites. These are accessible for the guests tonight so, just in case any are occupied, let us bypass these. At the end of the corridor we'll be in this sort of main area. To our right here, on the port side of the vessel is the main salon area and outside here, to our left is the main bar area." Guests were crowded around both localities. "Outside is the exterior dining area, which you are already familiar with, so we'll ascend the staircase here to the Bridge Deck. This is also off-limits at present." They had passed through a security guard to get to the Bridge Deck. "The reason being that this is where my personal effects are. Let's move through them. Right here is the private salon and the private balcony. To our left is my suite. We can walk through them." The Emperor took them into the salon first, then onto the balcony for a few minutes before crossing back through the salon and into his private suite. Out in the corridor, they moved towards the bow.

"On the right here is the double executive suite, where I would host my more esteemed guests. Not yourselves though. Should you be staying with me I would have you in the VIP suite here on the port side. There are two more double executive suites as well, identical to the one you saw. Forward entirely is the bridge, we'll avoid that part for now. Let us ascend now to the Sun Deck, Deck 6.

"As you can see, our guests are enjoying themselves entirely. We have the sunbathing area forward, for when the sun is out. We have a relaxation room here, which you can see is rather packed, I'm not sure it is very relaxing to have that many people. In here is the gym, which is currently off-limits for liability reasons. We can walk through but please be careful.

"All the way to the starboard side, as you can see, is an assortment of rooms. We have a beauty salon, an aromatherapy room, a massage room, and a facial room."
After they left the gym, the Emperor showed them a few rooms on the port side, which included a steam and shower room, a sauna and shower room, and the guest shower area. In the rear was the rear deck, which was full of party-goers. The Jacuzzi had several occupants, all of them enjoying the night area, and the bar area was loaded with people. "And thus that concludes our tour of my yacht."
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Postby Khorsun » Thu Jan 08, 2015 5:54 pm

July 4, 2013
8:12 PM [10:12 in Monte Carlo]
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Target vessel Zan dha Kildh crossed the boundary of the Layartebian exclusive economic zone around Cape Verde shortly after 10:00. The sea was calm, the stars were bright, and the sailing was smooth for the skeleton crew of the Zan, whose name was Khorsuni for "Sound of Gold". Half a kilometer astern followed a second vessel, the aptly named Kashano Runaluma ("Cloaked in Moonlight"), a Khorsuni Navy frigate of the foreign-designed Absalon class. Kashano was there to see the Zan's crew off of the ship once she reached her final destination. Zan dha Kildh was to sail only a few kilometers further before laying anchor; she was already close enough to Cape Verde for the Khorsunis' missile test to get its point across.

"Kashano anz Relazhosh Han, azorma" radioed the frigate to the Tu-142 maritime bomber roaring over the ocean on its four massive contra-rotating props some seventy-five kilometers to the south.
("Kashano to Eagle One, over.")

"Relazhosh Han rakano. Azorma." replied the bomber.
("Eagle One acknowledges. Over.")

"Zan dha Kildh travasusayula hal layuta. Zhar ankhrayot ona kayar kalamadha. Khueno nizhelen para abrashota Lohartabatum rhad san massazum bravano. Azorma."
("Zan dha Kildh has just crossed the boundary. She lays anchor in five kilometers. Keep watch for Layartebian approaches and warn as necessary. Over.")

"Relazhosh Han rakano rhad khueno. Hal norham ayutabaya rayasto sayum, ma nevhardha Lohartabatum asam bantano dasta han ayorum dhabaya. Vola bravano baya sa tayat antadh anz antrhazado. To azorma?"
(Eagle One acknowledges and watches. The seas around you remain clear, but Layartebian vessels are within one hour's distance. Will warn you if any change course to intercept. All over?")

"To azorma paramanat."
(All over for now.)
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Postby Layarteb » Thu Jan 08, 2015 7:01 pm

July 4, 2013 - 20:12 hrs [UTC-1]
South of Cape Verde
F-45C Scorpion Flight






The Tupolev Tu-142 Bear was an old workhorse that garnered a lot of respect from the submarine community. It was a shame that the aircraft was the world's noisiest aircraft, so loud that sonar could pick the aircraft up from deep underwater. Over the North Atlantic, Bear aircraft had been tracked not only by patrolling submarines but also by SOSUS arrays, making them easy to detect. Also not helping them was their particularly large radar signature but of course, the Bear was originally designed as a bomber and like the B-52 Stratofortress, its closest Western counterpart, payload, range, and endurance were more important than any measure of stealthiness, not that such designers thought about stealth in those days. Even the B-2 Spirit's ancestors back then were far from stealthy; it was just the nature of the times.

Of course, all of these factors helped the Imperial Layartebian Defense Force in determining that the contact being picked up on long-range radar wasn't a civilian jetliner transition out of route but rather the venerable Bear. Though it was flying in international airspace, that didn't mean its presence wasn't a concern to the ILDF. Naturally, a single bomber flying in international airspace wasn't a threat to the Empire nor was it treated as such but there was no purpose ignoring its presence. The ILDF had no way of knowing that the Bear flying was of the Tu-142 type and not the Tu-95 type, which could carry cruise missiles and thus it had to be investigated, it had to be visually identified, and it had to be monitored. Just because the Empire claimed a two hundred nautical mile exclusive economic zone didn't meant that air traffic outside of this zone was ignored. In fact, the Bear had "tripped the fence" quite some time before when it closed to within 600 miles of Layartebian territory, its course putting it close enough to Layartebian airspace to warrant a visit from fighters.

At 600 miles from Layartebian territory and cruising at normal speed, the Bear was well over an hour away but not so much so that the ILDF could relax. Instead, scramble orders went out per protocol and a pair of F-45C Scorpion interceptors, sitting on alert fifteen at Boa Vista Air Force Base received the scramble order. Both interceptors, capable of Mach 3+ were crewed by two men a piece and those four pilots ran to their fighters, already dressed in their flight gear, receiving a quick, five minute briefing. The rest of the information would come while they were in the air and for any of those four men, this could have been a training exercise, it was that routine. By the time the two fighters were airborne, twenty-five minutes had passed and the Tu-142 Bear was now within four hundred and twenty miles of Layartebian airspace and if it were a bomber it could launch any cruise missile it wanted and still swamp the Cape Verde islands with munitions, whether conventional or nuclear.

That wasn't to be accepted and so the two fighters climbed under full military power, accelerating as they did, zooming up to 45,000 feet, leveling off at supersonic speed. Rapidly accelerating under military power, the two aircraft were already beyond the sound barrier and they continued to move through Mach 1 into Mach 2 before they settled in at Mach 2.3, their supercruise speed. At that rate, they were covering just over twenty-five miles per minute. They were just over one hundred miles from the Tu-142 Bear at 22:12 hours, local time, and that meant they were within weapons range if they wanted to fire but they had no orders to do so yet. Both fighters were carrying only air-to-air missiles internally; four AIM-204B Escape dogfight missiles each and one had eight AIM-120D AMRAAMs while the other had four AIM-216 Halcyons, the latter capable of flying for three hundred and fifty miles.

Radars off, utilizing only the datalink from ground control and an orbiting airborne early warning and control aircraft over Santiago Island, the Scorpions weren't necessarily advertising their presence but neither were they invisible. Supersonic aircraft did not make for stealth aircraft, a lesson learned on the SR-71 Blackbird some decades before. Regardless, there was no stopping it now, both fighters were inbound and soon enough they would be seeing the Tu-142 on their infrared search and track systems. From that point on, they would be able to guide themselves to the target, instead of taking cues from ground control.

Of course, in doing this, the Scorpions would inevitably fly over the target ship and the Khorsuni frigate, unaware that either of them were there at present, both of which were still fifty miles away.


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July 4, 2013 - 20:13 hrs [UTC-1]
South of Cape Verde
Independence Flight II-class (ILDF)

(12° 0' 12" N, 23° 37' 46" W)






The Independence Flight II class patrol frigate wasn't making many waves as it cruised around, patrolling the EEZ. Originally operating under EMCON and using only its navigation radar, it had detected the emissions of the Tu-142 Bear's radar once it crested the horizon some 280 miles earlier. Of course, by then, the scramble order had been sent. Since then, the Bear had traveled some 170 miles and the Independence class, counter-detected by that point did nothing out of the ordinary, though it wasn't traveling too far away from the area. In the current sea state, the sleek ship could make 47 knots, its top speed and thus be where the Khorsunis had towed their target ship in less than forty minutes. At the same time, the Independence was waiting for the right time to act and that time was right about now.

The fighters were four minutes and one hundred miles away from the Tu-142 and the Independence was about the same distance away from it. On orders from the ship's captain, the powerful air-search radar was turned on, illuminating the skies with its S-band, megawatt-class radar. Within a single sweep, the massive Tu-142 Bear was detected and, at the same time, so too was the target ship and the Khorsuni frigate, both caught at the edge of the radar horizon of the Independence, thus sparking immediate curiosity. Investigation was required and the Independence-class turned to a heading of 126° and kicked up to flank speed, the massive gas turbines spooling up and bringing the vessel from 18 knots up to 47 knots in a hurry, not quite as fast as a nuclear reactor but fast enough to make the ship something of a racecar.
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Postby RomeW » Thu Jan 08, 2015 8:33 pm

July 4, 2013, 21:46 local time

Valerius was deep in thought. Leaning against the railing overlooking the sea with his arms resting on top, Valerius felt the nice, calm breeze of the ocean which every so often provided a soothing mist that helped him get away from his problems. His Foreign Minister was already causing enough problems, problems that he knew that even if he dealt with tonight, he'd likely spend the next few months- if not years- dealing with the fallout. No doubt the voters at home wouldn't be too thrilled with the fiasco, with some rightly questioning the Emperor's competence.

He took a deep breath, sighed once more and got lost in the breeze again. He closed his eyes to let the breeze sooth his soul deeper, with the more he focused on it the more he blocked out the din of the crowd behind him. The tranquil air was therapeutic, since as the minutes passed the worries oozed from his brain. He took a few more breaths, taking more time in his new found bliss, before opening his eyes again and smiling, feeling a new found, if only momentary, contentedness.

Then a star caught his eye, with a twinkle that spurred another thought he'd rather forget.

"Oh Margaret," he said under his breath to himself, thinking about his wife, unable to make the trip. Tomorrow would be yet another round of chemotherapy, with Margaret starting an experimental treatment next week. She was in good spirits, but Valerius knew the clock was working against her. He hoped this party would liven his spirits and really give him a respite from his troubles, but his oafish Foreign Minister made sure that wouldn't happen.

He then heard a crash behind him and, without a second thought, he knew exactly who it was. When he turned around and walked towards the scene of the crime, he saw Omar, in his drunken stupor, fallen face first on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. Right behind him was the very livid busboy he just knocked over, along with his set of expensive plates.

Valerius slapped his forehead hard and wiped his faced before shaking his head.

"Sir," Valerius said to the busboy, "I apologize immensely for the abhorrent behaviour of my compatriot. It is certainly unbecoming for not just a political figure but a person in general. I'm really, really sorry."
The busboy was nonplussed. "You know how expensive those plates are?" he said. "We've gone through an entire cruise- must be a record- without breaking a single dish until your...idiot...passed by."
"I'll pay for them," Valerius said, pleading. "Whatever they're worth...bill the Empire directly. I'll talk to your boss later...right now I have another problem to deal with."

The busboy turned to leave, shaking his head with anger, as Valerius tried to coax the now maniacal Omar to get up.

"Faisal?" he said, shaking the big man. "Faisal? Come on...we don't have time for this." He let out a frustrated sigh before trying to rouse Omar again without having much success. Valerius then tried to take his hand and try to make Omar get up but Omar refused, continuing to laugh like an idiot lying down on the floor. As the time passed, Valerius worried about the scene he was causing, making him get visibly agitated the more Omar refused to get up. After a few more futile attempts Valerius threw his hands up in the air and gave up. He sent off a few text messages before crouching down to Omar so he could speak to him directly.

"That's it," said Valerius, seething. "You've worn out my patience...this...this is the last straw. You already were on thin ice given your behaviour tonight, but after this incident, I'm convinced you are irredeemable. Therefore, effective immediately, I'm relieving you of your duties. You've already received the notification on your phone, and the Senate has also been informed. Right now I'm turning you over to security, who will deal with you for the rest of the night. I am done with you- forever. Good night."

Valerius then informed the closest member of security to inform him that Omar had been evicted from the Roman attending party. The Layartebian security thus peeled him from the floor and took him away.

Valerius sighed as he watched it unfold, shaking his head in disbelief. I should have known better, he thought to himself. Oh well...tomorrow is damage control. He let out another frustrated sigh before a loud bang interrupted his thoughts. He saw a big commotion gather, and, sensing something happened, he rushed to join them.
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Postby Layarteb » Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:04 pm

July 3, 2013 - 22:00 hrs [UTC+1]
Monaco Harbor
ILS Cordelia (T-AY-19)

(43° 44' 26" N, 7° 26' 5"E)






Informed of the Roman Foreign Minister's transgressions, the Emperor could only shake his head and look for Valerius, whom he would have to have a word with, considering that the fine China that Faisal Omar broke had been a state gift from Queen Lynette of the Kingdom of Dalmasce. They were priceless and shamefully now in irreparable shards that served only to crunch under the feet of guests unfortunate enough to find those pieces incapable of being swept up tidily. As the fireworks went off, the Emperor decided that he would wait until after the brief show to give his Roman counterpart a dressing down, albeit in private, away from the lecherous eyes of guests and the attentive ears of those who would do well to keep their mouths shut.

The fireworks show was the fireworks show, nothing extraordinary but it went off with splendid fashion, especially since it was dedicated to Monaco. Crowds in the hundreds swarmed along the shores of the city-state, watching the fireworks explode a few hundred feet into the air. Hotels and tall buildings had been holding rooftop parties and now those rooftops were lined with well-dress, fashionable elites and the many who's who of Layartebian society, all of them watching the fireworks with an unimpeded vision.
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Postby Khorsun » Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:54 pm

8:13 PM
[10:13 in Monte Carlo]


"Relazhosh Han anz Kashano, muzhan atarn brayalan bra rhadara navhasum Lohartabatum. Kanvharo?"
("Eagle One to Kashano, we have been illuminated by Layartebian shipborne radar. Do you confirm?")

"Kashano kanvhara, alzu zhotuna muzha dho. Dovo amplassa rhad vhadasa, azorma."
("Kashano confirms, they've seen us too. Give us their placement and speed, over.")

"Alzu atara han-gekh-sora kalamadha atalbaya, dhar-gekh daghrada drabradum. Ekhzalatano rhabadan. Vola kavhalo doskh alzu adhano vhadasa mukhzum. Azorma."
("They are one-six-zero kilometers from you, thirty-six degrees starboard. Accelerating rapidly. Will confirm once they've reached top speed. Over.")



Kashano Runaluma's captain gave orders to helm to turn the vessel towards the Layarebian ship and increase speed from its leisurely twelve knots to sixteen, which would take her past the lumbering Zan dha Kildh and put her between the target vessel and its challenger. Kashano radioed Zan to come to a stop and prepare its boats and crew for departure. Both ships had been spotted, but with Kashano's radars off the Layartebians wouldn't be able to confirm it was a warship until they were close enough to see it. The Tu-142 behind them, however, was something of a giveaway.

The captain decided the Layartebians would likely be jumpier if they were going into an unknown situation than a known one; it'd be best to let them know sooner rather than later what they were dealing with. They had already been spotted; no point now in continuing to hide. He ordered the Kashano's own radar fired up. But even before it came online something else began tripping the ship's thermal sensors...


"Kashano anz Relazhosh Han, zha antrhazadarta Lohartabatum abrashado baya adha makha zha-vargha-dhar, dasta han-kayar-sora kalamadhum. Kayar munadhata atalbaya. Kavhano!"
("Kashano to Eagle One, two Layartebian interceptors approaching you at Mach 2.3, one-four-zero kilometers' distance. Four minutes from you. Confirm!")

"Relazhosh Han kanvhara. Azorma."


The bomber began an immediate westward turn, arcing it away from a direct approach at Cape Verde to a less threatening one that would take it on a wide, twenty-minute long loop back to the position it had been spotted from, remaining well outside the airspace over the Layartebian EEZ. The Tu-142 housed its radar in its belly to search for ships on the ocean's surface; the crew would only see the Layartebian aircraft if and once they came within range of eyesight. Keeping eyes out for the streaks of supersonic fighter jets against the starry night sky, the pilot ordered the radioman to hail the intercepting fighters.


"Lahartabian airacraft, this is Khorsuni Naval Aviation's craft Relazhosh Han. Acknowledge please, over."
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