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[Necrisis]

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Palace Temple Garden, Cemtri Necri

God-King Paltarsh sat in his garden and worried.
He seemed to be doing a lot of that of late.
He worried about his nation, the politics of the outer world and his son. He worried about the tension that had been rising for months, between Necri and Measrian. He worried about the national summit he was planing.
There was so much to do and so little time. He could already feel the grips of the Aged Madness creeping up on him. The paranoia, the sleeplessness, the sudden bursts of anger swinging wildly to sadness. And his eldest son - Varrel - was not ready should he need to turn over control of the country to one of sounds mind.
Paltarsh sighed heavily, putting his head in his hand. Things were not going well. Peace was fast eluding him.
"Daddy!"
Paltarsh started as a small pink cannonball of energy flew at him.
"Fenne," He laughed, scooping his youngest daughter into his arms and rising. He pushed the thoughts aside. He had come out here to enjoy the afternoon with his children. To get away from it all.
Let the Priests worry for a change.
Necrisis would provide the answer in the end.
Paltarsh listened to the young girl's talk - how Dera had been chasing her, Lenae was talking to that guardsman again, Getri was so good with the sword-thingy...
Paltarsh lost himself in the babble of the young mind.
He would have plenty of time to deal with the needs of his nation later.

Palace Temple, Inner Chambers
"God-King," the High Priest said, waving at the King to gain his attention. "Are you alright?"
Paltarsh started and looked around. It had happened again. He'd drifted off and now could not remember a single thing they had been talking about. Nor how he got there.
Around him were his four sons and the Order of Necrisis Knights and the High Priest.
"Yes...yes... fine. Where were we?"
Varrel - standing by his father's shoulder, dressed in simple black finery, with a deep blue sash and katana strung at his side - leaned down to whisper in his ear.
"We were discussing the Measrian problem, Father."
"Ah yes... well... what have we come to?"
"That they are a blatant threat to the nation and must be expunged." Varrel stood. "If I may be so bold to speak?"
"No," the High Priest said.
"Yes," Paltarsh said, glaring at the priest. "I want to hear what you have to say."
"Thank you, Father." Varrel bowed. "I think that war is a terrible idea. We have no reason to-"
"They are Heathen!" The High Priest raised his emaciated arms high over his head, his hooded cloak swaying violently with the sudden motion. "Necrisis is blind to them and they must be saved!"
"Is that the Scripture, Holyness?" Varrel sneered. "I would like to think Necrisis would not send us ti our deaths just to curb a Heathen nation. We are out numbered and The Nuclear Fist is clearly in their pocket as of right now. As is Saya II. Both lean toward Measrian ideals and thusly, we are tremendously outnumbered. War is not an option."
"We have allies-"
"Excuse me, Holyness, but our ally - Le Marseille- is as small as us and less advanced than us. We would end up protecting them for sure."
The High Priest shook with anger. "How dare you interrupt-"
"You? My apologizes, Holyness. I thought you had finished with your warmongering."
"Warmongering?!"
"Yes. Any sane man would see how this would turn out. We would be destroyed and our whole nation expunged. It is not hard to gauge."
Paltarsh held up a hand to forestall any more argument. "Stop it. Both of you. I will not have us torn before we even have an enemy. I will not send our people to war for fruitless reasons. My son is right. We have only the option of peace."
"Peace!? With these Heathens?"
"Calm yourself, Holyness. Your heart will not take the strain." Paltarsh took out a pen and paper, laying them on the desk and starting to scribble. "I have been reading the Scripture, Holyness. Nowhere in its thousand pages does it say we must conquer the Heathens to protect them from the Ending's Fire. We must merely have them recognized by Necrisis. Bringing them under a banner of union should be enough." The room fell silent as the pen raced across the white page. Finally, Paltarsh stopped and handed the paper to Varrel. "Read it."
Varrel cleared his throat and read aloud.

Dear [Nation's Leader],
Our time apart is growing black tension between us. I Propose a meeting of our great leaders and arrange an accord that would suit all of us. We - as the proposer of such a plan - will host this gathering on an island not far from the coast of Necri. I ask that you attend so that we all may meet an equal footing together.
God-King Paltarsh

There was silence as Varrel finished reading.
"I like it," piped up Getri- the youngest son, at only seven years of age.
"No one cares what you think," Pedren- twelve years - whispered under his breath.
Casdan-sixteen, younger from Varrel by four years - elbowed Pedren to shut him up.
Paltarsh laughed. "Well? What to the rest of you think?"
"Folly," The High Priest said.
"Brilliant, Father," Varrel said. "And I am not simply disagreeing with his Holyness over there."
"Wonderful. Well Send it off. The summer house on the island will be a good place to hold it and we can actually get a use out of the thing." Paltarsh stood. "Now... I am going to get a sandwich. Would anyone else like one?"
Varrel watched his father exit the room with his brothers. The man was decaying into madness faster than he had assumed. He would have to speak with him soon on the matters of Kedgen - honorable death - and leadership of the nation.
It would not be long now.

Invitation to the First National Summit
Mesarian
The Nuclear Fist
Saya II
Le Marseille
Our time apart is growing black tension between us. I Propose a meeting of our great leaders and arrange an accord that would suit all of us. We - as the proposer of such a plan - will host this gathering on an island not far from the coast of Necri. I ask that you attend so that we all may meet an equal footing together.
God-King Paltarsh

[Mesarian]

Sgt. Thomas' Cathedral, Orias, Mesarian, 12:37pm

Supreme Commander and Chief General Sark, dressed in his normal Marine Uniform with countless Medals attached to the right side of his chest, sat as he always did at dinner time by the fire in the War Heroes hall, among the paintings and photographs of all of the legendary Soldiers who had fought and died for Mesarian in the 3 decades of its life, sipping a warm coffee with a scone in hand reading the paper. He was never fully interested in the stories that the media driveled on about but it let him get away from all the hustle and bustle of leading an entire Nation, if only for a few minutes.
"Supreme Commander!" Sark's aid, Corporal Seth Mikal, barged into the room with a disheartened look on his face, he walked over to the Supreme Commander's chair, Saluted and held out a sealed letter.

"What is this?" Sark asked
"A message from God-King Paltarsh of The Holy Empire of Necrisis sir, the messenger said it was for your eyes only." Having said this Seth handed Sark the letter and stepped back, this was the standard procedure for all Military Personel when a letter had arrived for one single person, this was no differant.
Sark sat up and proceeded to open the letter, he unfolded the paper within and read the extremely fancy handwriting of Paltarsh.

"Hmmm,
Dear Supreme Commander and Chief John Sark.
Our time apart is growing black tension between us. I Propose a meeting of our great leaders and arrange an accord that would suit all of us. We - as the proposer of such a plan - will host this gathering on an island not far from the coast of Necri. I ask that you attend so that we all may meet an equal footing together.
God-King Paltarsh.
Short and sweet, i don't like it..." Sark stared at the piece of paper for a while, trying to look for some kind of hidden message, Mesarian and Necrisis had always had bad relations due to huge differances in everything from Religious Beliefs, to methods of warfare. This invitation came as a suprise and as a shock, Sark had expected the God-King to have found out about Mesarian's 'snooping' around Necri and to be extremely angry about it, but no matter how hard he looked nothing refered to the LRU's operation 2 months earlier where they had found something extremely shocking about the Necrisis people.
"Seth, call a Parlimentarian meeting we need to discuss this."

"Right away." Seth ran out of the room as fast as he could, Sark placed the letter down on the table beside him, lifted his paper and continued his usual routine like nothing had happened.

Parlimentarian Meeting, Sgt. Thomas' Cathedral, Orias, Mesarian, 13:57pm

Every member of the Mesarian Stratostacratic Party sat in the large chamber, in the centre of Sgt. Thomas' Cathedral, raised voices could be heard all the way outside in the streets, the reaction to the God-Kings letter, was far from good.
"What?! This is an outrage we cannot enitiate any kind of diplomatic talks with these religious Zealots! It will be the downfall of Mesarian, don't you remember Disdania!" Supreme Commander General Peter Karlson, Sark's rival and competator for the position of Supreme Commander and Chief, screamed throughout the halls to 'here heres' and chears from his fellow politician Soldier. Nobody was happy that Sark had actually suggested starting Diplomatic talks with Necrisis, not because of their differances but because of the information they found when the LRU stumbled across aincient catacombs in the Necri wastes, but... they had not let Sark finish.

"Fellow memb-" General Sark tried to speak but was cut off from multiple boo's and insults shouted from the other men within the hall
"Order! Order i say! ORDER!" The Balif of the meeting tried to keep peace, and his last shout and bang from his hammer was so loud it shook the very room itself.
"This is a meeting not a warzone! You will respect your Nations leader and let him finish!" With this, the room fell silent as everyone waited for Sark to reply
Sark cleared his throat and picked up a small piece of paper with writing so small it was impossible for the other members of the party to read.
"Thank you Bailif, fellow members of the Mesarian Stratostacratic Party i did not say we would open genuine Diplomatic Talks with Necrisis on the contrary, it will be a ruse for a plan to bring down the corrupt government ruling Necrisis. I Have in my hand a piece of paper, a piece of paper with the full and detailed plan on how we... the Mesarian people will Assassinate God-King Paltrash!" The room errupted in cheers as soon as he mentioned Assassinate and Paltrash in the same sentance, it took a whole 5 minutes before the Balif could silence the officers again.

"I brought this meeting to hear your opinions, i see now that most of you agree that we must kill this 'God-King' in order to open the path for us to lead the Necrisis people to their true heritage. I propose we send a fake Diplomat, a nobody who we can hire for the job and send in 2 of our Nano-Soldier special operatives so that we can have the job done with as little problems as possible. If you agree with doing this, say aye." Every single person in the room replyed by chanting AYE! AYE! AYE! AYE!

The gears leading to the downfall of one Nation involved, had begun to turn, and unstoppable actions had been set in motion.

[Le Marseille]

Grand Temple,Pares,Le Marseille
The five black robed men quickly walked down the hall towards the western wing of the grand temple. They had been expecting the message from Necrisis but it still caused excitment to the men. They entered the office,a large room with magnificent chandeliers and expensive furniture,and bowed towards the table where the Grand Master,Louis Algernon, was seated. They then waited as one of the robed men,the leader of the small group, walked forward and placed the letter on the table.
"My lord,we have gotten the reply from Necrisis"
"Thats good Brother Armande. Let us see this message"
The Grand Master leaned forward and came out of the shadows that had covered his face. He grabbed the letter and opened it. After reading it over he placed it into his shredder right next to his desk.
"Mobilize our army. I understand they have better technology then us but when you have troops with high frevor they will fight greatly"
"I understand my Lord. How many men shall we mobilize?"
"get 75,000 troops readied. Tell Preceptor Jean-Beatrice to prepare a list of military equipment"
"Yes my Lord. Good day and may god bless you my Lord"
"Same to you Brother"
The robed men bowed then left the room,leaving the Grand Master to enter one of his room from a secrety side door and get dressed for the meeting. He had made sure to send a message out to his Admiral,Preceptor and General before starting to get dressed. He also had a place readied for the trip.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Revolucija Palata, City 17, The Nuclear Fist
2:57 pm

Supreme Chairman Vladislav Radulescu sat in his office of the Revolucija Palata, overlooking the entire city, in front of his ornate ashwood desk, skimming some unimportant documents. Suddenly however, his rather distressed looking secretary ran into the room, clutching a sealed envelope. The Supreme Chairman's eyes narrowed, and one of the many armed guards in the room aimed his rifle at him.

Waving his hands frantically, the secretary caught his breathe. "S-Sir! I bring strange news. The leaders Nicris are asking for your attendance in a diplomatic setting." Said the secretary nervously as he set the envelope down on Vladislav's desk and backing away. He opened the envelope, and began to read the document carefully, almost laughing.

Our time apart is growing black tension between us. I Propose a meeting of our great leaders and arrange an accord that would suit all of us. We - as the proposer of such a plan - will host this gathering on an island not far from the coast of Necri. I ask that you attend so that we all may meet an equal footing together.

-God-King Paltarsh

Once he had read the full letter, Vladislav looked up at the secretary. "This is great idea. It is not often a chance like this falls in my lap. Contact General cel Rau. He is going to be my envoy to that shithole for this little meeting. Also, send a dozen or so KN/MS agents to accompany him. Have them booked as...security or something." Ordered Vladislav, his tone stern and official.

"Yes sir. I will get on it immediately." Said the secretary, saluting. Afterwards, he dashed out of the office, guards closing the doors as after he did so. Soon, Necrisis would feel the sting of The Nuclear Fist's might. Their cities would lie in ashes, and their most valueble artifacts stolen. Yes. Within a few days, General cel Rau would participate in this farce, and set the path for The Nuclear Fist's continued dominance.

[Mesarian]

Sgt. Thomas' Cathedral, Orias, Mesarian, 15:21pm

Sark and his assistant wander through the many halls of Sgt. Thomas' Cathderal, talking about the many issues that would need to be met in order for an assasination attempt to work without causing mass histeria in Necrisis and without letting on that Mesarian would be the culprit for the murder of God-King Paltarsh.
"Okay so we need to-"
"Supreme Commander sir!" A young Communications officers charged over to Sark and his Assistant, when he reached them he took a short pause to regain his breath and continued "Sir we have confirmation that The Nuclear Fist and Saya II were invited to the Summit, also we have our fake ambassador sorted out, he's an African by the name of Musibau Stikano he agreed to buy us some time by engaging the God-King in an open conversation."
General Sark let out a beaming smile
"Excellent its all going to plan, give Mr. Musibau an allias that the IMIA would suit him and get him prepped and ready to leave for the summit within the next 24 hours, have a squad of Marines ready to move as his Security."
"Yes sir it shall be done."
"Oh and send a message to The Nuclear Fist, i know that they will take this opportunity to try and take Necrisis down we need to tell them our plans."
"Ok what is the message?"

TO: Supreme Chairman Vladislav Radulescu
FROM: Supreme Commander and Chief General John Sark
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: HIGH

Vladislav you old dog, i'm busy planning my next move at the moment regarding Necrisis so this will be short and sweet. I know that you will plan to take Necrisis down at this summit meeting by killing the God-King, i ask you to cease and desist from your plan, i repeat CEASE AND DESIST. Mesarian is sending our best, the N-S to deal with him, we can work together to reform Necrisis afterwords but our way of is better because you know it will be alot more stealthy and secrative then what you have up your sleave. Our way will cause alot less international problems, mostly because the International community won't know that WE were the instigators. I hope you listen to what i have said and wait patiently for the deed to be done before taking any unneccesary action.

Sark

"I have it written down it shall be sent right away" The Communications Officer said as he procceeded to rush back to his post to send the message ASAP to The Nuclear Fist.

"Do you really think Vladislav will listen?" Seth asked Sark with a seriously puzzled look on his face, most Mesarians knew that in many assasinations of dictators Mesarian had some role to play but they had always been the instigator and allowed another Nation to do the deed so that Mesarian had plausible deniablity from the assassination, telling The Nuclear Fist to NOT kill Paltarsh would put Mesarian in very real danger of an International scandle if this operation was comprimised.
"No i don't but if he does we can have this whole operation done in a matter of minutes, with no damage done to either of our images"
"But we won't have plausible deniability"
"Yes i was thinking about that and you know, i think Mr Musibau is rather Expendable, if you catch my drift, now come we have alot more to prepare for before the team leave for the Summit."

[Saya II]

Empress Saya II sat on her knees staring out at the sunset from her palace. She took a sip of tea then looked back at the door when she heard it slide open. Admiral Yuuki Otonashi walked through the door, got down on his knees and bowed, and then he offered her the letter. Saya stood up from her kneeling position, walked over to Admiral Otonashi, and took the letter from him.

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Dear Empress Saya II of clan Otonashi,
Our time apart is growing black tension between us. I propose a meeting of our great leaders and arrange an accord that would suit all of us. We - as the proposer of such a plan - will host this gathering on an island not far from the coast of Necri. I ask that you attend so that we all may meet an equal footing together.
God-King Paltarsh

She looked over it for a second and quickly decided it was a trap. ”Admiral Otonashi I may not be very old, but I am no fool. I can sense a very obvious trap; I want you to send two fratello units in my place give them a computer so I can be there without me dying which I think would be a strong possibility if I actually went”. “Yes, Empress you are wise beyond your years I will give the orders”, when the admiral had finished talking he rose from the ground, bowed again, then exited the room. Saya got back on her knees and began looking at the setting sun wondering how things would unfold in the coming weeks.

[Necrisis]

Palace Temple, Inner Chambers

Varrel sighed and rubbed his eyes.
His father was resting in the room and had asked Varrel to read through the replies and answer them.
And he had been drafting a reply for the last two hours.
Picking up the letters and print outs, Varrel quietly made his way through the Palace to the library. He liked books. Their musty smell helped him concentrate, and - as the Scripture said - those who do not learn history are doomed to walk in circles.
Setting the replies down, Varrel read it over again.
Supreme Commander and Chief Sark had replied in the general vein of pleasure associated with dental work.
The Mesarians would come but would probably make as much stink as they could about everything. But that's not what teh message implied. Varrel didn't like it. They were too eager. For so long they had looked down on Necri, shocked that such a nation could trust their religion so faithfully - or at all! They had made their intentions clear and now wished to talk?
It was too convenient. But when Varrel had pointed this out to his father, Paltarsh had nodded knowingly and nodded. Of course. Because Necrisis had a plan.
Varrel pointed out that plan likely involved Paltarsh's death.
Paltarsh had said that Necrisis would save him.
Varrel honored his father and Necrisis. But he was also becoming a practical man and this was not a sound plan.
But it was his father's plan and as such would go on until the God-King said it would stop.

Supreme Commander Sark,
We are pleased that you would consider a peaceful resolution to this tension between us. May our Summit result in a strong and powerful Union.
Regards, Prince Varrel, First Son of the God-King Paltarsh

Varrel sighed as he placed the seal of the Royal house - a Phoenix - on the end of the letter and set it aside. They were going to regret this. He just knew it.

The message from Le Marseille didn't lift Varrel's spirits either, even if they voiced his deepest fears.

Grand Master Algernon,
It is good to know we will have one ally at this summit. But I must beg you to not show up with your troops. I personally believe that this peace will be fragile even if it is born. A suggestion: keep them on the mainland within our borders - war game exercises with our armies - so that they may be on hand should this all go to the Void. But come to the Summit with only your honor guard.
Necrisis - and your Lord - be with you.
Regards, Prince Varrel, First Son of God-King Paltarsh

The message from The Nuclear Fist wasn't much more excited than Mesarian's. But it had the same strange delighted undertone to it. They wanted peace now.
Varrel nearly broke his pen as he forced himself to write out the message.

Supreme Chairman Radulescu,
Thank you for considering our offer. We look forward to meeting you there. I know this seems very sudden, but my father - and all the nation - wants peace.
Regards, Prince Varrel, First Son of God-King Paltarsh

Finally Varrel got to Saya. He had to say he liked her the most so far. She was smart and paranoid.
She would have fit in just fine with his family. As it stood, however, Paltarsh would find it an insult to his honor that the Empress distrusted him - even if Varrel couldn't blame her. He would have to try and convince her it was safe, that this was not a trick and that they had no intention of endangering her.
But he wasn't that good as persuasion without a sword.
Sighing and cracking his fingers, Varrel put pen to paper once more, his fluid curving writing very similar but more spidery than his father's slight tremble.

My most humble regards, Empress Saya II of clan Otonashi,
I understand your hesitation, and would personally prefer to carry out the Summit in such a manner. However, I do not have such a say in the matter. My father - God-King Paltarsh - would see it as a great dishonor to himself should you not come, though he would find it an even more grievous dishonor should you - or any of your allies or kinsmen - come to harm while in his care as guests at the summit he has called. I understand completely should you not change your mind, though I hope you shall.
Yours, Sincerely, Prince Varrel, First Son of God-King Paltarsh

"Why is that one different?"
Varrel started, turning around in his chair to find his sister, Tialla - two years his junior - grinning over his shoulder.
"She is a lady, not these pathetic fools who tend to populate government seats," Varrel replied, quickly sealing the letter and putting it aside with the others.
Tialla laughed. "Oh, I think it is more than that, brother."
"What do you want? It is very late."
Tialla sat down at the table opposite Varrel and cupped her chin in her hands. "I know. I couldn't sleep. Want to play a game of chess to settle my mind?"
Varrel laughed. "I have a busy day tomorrow. I need my rest."
"But you're all stressed out, brother. You need to relax, have some fun."
Varrel stood, gathering his things. "I'll have plenty of time for that after this Summit meeting. Father insists that it will work out. That we will all be good friend by the end of the week." He turned and stalked down the rows of books. "I do not see it happening."
Tialla followed him down the dim hallways, passing one or two Palace Guards on their way.
"Well, maybe it will."
"It won't."
"Don't be so negative. Thoughts like that will only make it harder to get your job done. You will be God-King one day. And I will be able to rule it for you while you play with your toy soldiers."
Varrel shook his head, entering his room. "Go to bed, sister."
"Okay." She walked into his room, closing the door with her foot.
"I meant your bed, Tialla."
Varrel was suddenly very aware of her thin black night gown and thin black slip. He shook his head, clearing the thoughts from his head, and placing the letters on his desk to be sent the next day.
He tensed as he felt her small hands on his back. "Lay down, brother. You're very tense."
"Tialla, this isn't-"
Her lips pressed to his as he turned around. He started to protest, but his mind couldn't think of anything to say.
They embraced, falling back onto his large bed.

Outside, the Prince's room light flickered off and two Palace Guards looked at each other with a knowing look. Princess Tialla had gotten her way again. One forked over two ten-rin coins, the other pocketing them happily.
As preoccupied as they were, they dismissed the rustle in the tree at the edge of the Palace wall as a Phoenix on a nighttime hunt.
They didn't see the black shape fall out and run off into the mountain passes behind the palace...

[Le Marseille]

To:Prince Varrel
From:Deputy of Grand Master of Le Marseille,Jean-Marie De Chatillon.

Dear Prince Varrel,
Our Grand Master will be arriving with only his General,Preceptor and Admiral plus 12 escorts due to your request. The rest of our army will arrive by sea,our navy being our strongest branch. They will remain at the outskirts of Necrisis,in Internation waters,to prevent any sort of commotions they're prescence in your land may cause. Two helicopters are currently enroute carrying the Grand Master and his entourage. We hope to bring together both our nations religously and secularly.
Regards,
Jean-Marie De Chatillon
Deputy Grand Master of Le Marseille

Airport,Pares,Le Marseille
The group entered their helicopters. The guards closed the doors and tapped on the cockpit window twice. The pilot gave a thumbs up and started to lift off. The Grand Master sat with the Preceptor and both their escorts on one copter while the rest sat on the second one. The co-pilot turned back and yelled over the sound of the engine "My Lord,Brother De Chatillon has given a message 'perfectus' to be told to you". The Grand Master just looked at him and nodded. The co-pilot knew only French and English which was mandatory in school but he could easily guess that something was perfect by that simple word. He didn't care much for it and it didn't matter since he would forget the whole trip,and nearly his entire life, during a flight accident on a trip over the mountains many days later.

[Vitius]

"Mr. Prime Minister, I have written the delegation letter," Said his aide as she walked in his office. "I found it quite acceptable, in these circumstances." The Prime Minister nodded. Antiote was often a reliable source whenever he needed a formal letter written up. He himself hated to beat around the bush, and preferred to immediately take action. Sadly, the rest of the world hadn't worked that way, and he had to send formal and polite letters to nations, no matter what affair it involved.

Sighing, he stood up behind his oak desk. "Bring it here," He replied. "I'd rather read it before it is sent off." She nodded, carrying the letter to his desk, and placed it in front of him. Grabbing the reading glasses that was in easy arm's reach, he placed them over his nose and read.

Dear God-King Paltarsh,

It has come to my attention that your nation has recently been struggling with incompetent, non-religious nation by the name of Mesarian. Though we do recognize ourselves as a theocracy, we understand religious persecution to nations with prestige. We of Vitius have been taunted and bullied before, and nobody came to our aide. On a level on understanding, we would like to assist you in any such problems you have with this nation. It would be excellent if we could organize a meeting in the future between I, my Head of Military and your majesty.

Thank you for your time,
Prime Minister Duke Rine of Vitius

"Fantastic!" Exclaimed Duke. "I couldn't have written it better myself." Though this was usually a standard of being polite, they both knew his skills with foreign affairs lacked by a large sum. "I have already discussed the matter with Leto and the High Council, and I have clearance to go ahead with this matter," He said. "All that remains is the matter of meeting with this King. Go ahead and send the dumb letter, we know what we want in this war."

His aide nodded, and carried the letter away for delivery, exiting the room.

[Saya II]

Saya sipped her tea then resumed reading her book. She looked up when she heard the sound of her door sliding open. Teruyoshi Samurakami, her personal assistant, walked through the opening holding a letter in his hand. He walked up to her desk, bowed, and handed her the letter “It is from Prince Varrel of clan Necrisis.” “Thank you Teru you may leave”. Without another word her bowed and exited the room. Saya then opened the letter.

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My most humble regards, Empress Saya II of clan Otonashi,
I understand your hesitation, and would personally prefer if you did not carry out this summit in your usual manner. However, I do not have such a say in the matter. My father - God-King Paltarsh - would see it as a great dishonour to himself should you not come, though he would find it an even more grievous dishonour should you - or any of your allies or kinsmen - come to harm while in his care as guests at the summit he has called. I understand completely should you not change your mind, though I hope you shall.
Yours, Sincerely, Prince Varrel, First Son of God-King Paltarsh

Saya laughed to herself “so he knows I did not plan to come I am interested as to how he knew I shall have to ask him when I get there.” She took out her mobile phone and pressed the speed dial for Directer Yagami of Section two.” Director I need my double, Diva, immediately I have a trip to take”, she said then when she heard confirmation that this was to be done she hung up. Saya then walked over to her closet and dressed herself in her favourite

. When Diva arrived she dressed her in the same way so the two could not be told apart, after they were dressed they boarded her plane with 2 fratello units and took off for Necrisis. While on the plane she told her assistant to write a letter

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Dear Prince Varrel of clan Necrisis,
I have reconsidered, and am going to attend personaliy. I hope you will be there to meet me at the airport I would like to meet you face to face.

Sincerly,
Empress Saya of clan Otonashi.

(OOC with the pic she looks kinda like that but without the blood. The clothes are the same)

[Mesarian]

Orias Airport, Outskirts of Orias, Mesarian, 16:09pm

Supreme Commander and Chief General Sark stepped out of his normal Armored 911 sportscar at the airport's main entrance, but unlike usual he was not greated by a massive crowd of people waiting to go on holiday cheering his name and chanting about his glory. Instead he was greeted by his aid Seth, the flight crew for the mission and the two N-S Operatives that would enact the plan, Sergeant 'Koben' and Corporal 'Ozone', Musibau or Ambassador Sutech and his Squad of Marines were already onboard the Boeing 797 that had been hired by the Government to ferry the team to the Island where the Summit Meeting would be held.

"Supreme Commander and Chief General Sark sir! Attention!" Koben shouted out immediatly after Sark stepped out of his car, everyone instinctivly threw a salute towards the General and stood perfectly straight at attention waiting for futher orders from their esteemed leader.

"At ease people, this is a covert operation so no formalitites here." Everyone returned to a more relaxed position. "Flight crew, get to the 797 and prep her for immediate launch and make sure the Cargo Hold still has a large amount of space to hold our prestiged N-S Operatives here."

"Right away General" Having said this the Captain and the rest of the flight crew ran over the tarmac towards the plane that would be on its way to make history in a short while, Sark then motioned for Seth, Koben and Ozone to follow him into the main Airport complex, they did so without hesitation.

"Is everything clear on your end Koben?"

"Yes sir, we have the perfect plan and all of our equipment is ready to go. The plan is for Sutech to complain that the room where the meeting is being held is too dark and then ask that it be moved to the Auditorium where there is a large glass window facing towards a grassy hill with a small tree line on top." Koben replied with his usual Confidence and patriotism that had earned him the right to become an N-S Operative, his second Ozone lacked these two virtues and replied in a more down to earth way.

"This is where we will positioned, we'll take the shot and blow Paltarsh away, get back to the plane and be home, but there are too many ways this can go wrong sir, if Paltarsh catches on and doesn't go to the auditorium and either ignores Sutech or sends the meeting to a completely differant room then we can't snipe him which means we'll have to swap to a much more dangerous manuvre to get the job done."

"What is the manuvre and how is it so dangerous?" Sark asked, puzzled that an N-S Operative, no matter how new a recruit he was, would be so worried about swapping plans for a mission, it happened practically every time the N-S Had a mission, something went wrong so they addapted and chose a new plan. Plus N-S Operatives were supposed to be trained to take on missions and follow orders without regret, without contempt, without fear. All 3 of these were filling Ozone to the brim.

"Sir if he doesn't go to the auditorium we can't shoot through anything, meaning we have to go inside the building if we do so we run a massive risk of being compramised at any moment and-"

"But that will not happen, if Paltarsh doesn't go to the auditorium we will use our Security Disgueses and enter the building with guns in hand, we'll enter the very room undetected and execute every single person in there, no witnesses." Koben butted in, glaring at Ozone for being so pesimistic about the entire operation, the N-S were supposed to be fearless and carry out orders without thought nor regret, Ozone was being much too realistic about the chances of failure for Koben's likeing, normally he would listen but infront of his esteemed leader he was a differant man all together.

"Alright, i trust you two to get the job done without any problems. Seth go back to the car and wait for me i have something to discuss." Sark motioned with his hand for Seth to leave. Seth complied without saying a word, he turned around and began walking back towards the exit.

"Now we have something to discuss, when you kill Paltarsh i want you to make sure to kill Sutech as well, if he dies we have plausible deniability for this operation."
Ozone bewildered by such an extreme order began shouting at Sark, without thinking about who the man was or who was listening Ozone was young and moralistic, both were traits Sark hated about many N-S Operatives.
"But Sir! Sutech is Mesarian citizen you cannot murder-" Sark immidiatly reacted to Ozone's outbreak by punching him in the jaw, it did no damage what so ever and only managed to shut Ozone up, but Seth had already heard what would cause extreme problems in the days to come, he did not react on it nor make any attempt to show that he had heard what Sark had ordered, instead he continued to walk towards the door, silently.

"Shut up! You will do as i command! Sutech is nothing but an incignificant African who we hired to keep Paltarsh talking. So you will kill him or so help me i will have you courtmarshalled and out in jail for the rest of your miserable life, do i make myself clear?!" Sark quitley ranted at Ozone, he had almost comparmised the entire operation because Seth himself was from Necrisis, he believed that killing Paltarsh was right but killing innocents would put everything in danger of going dearly wrong. And now Ozone had just made himself a target for a madman that had not shown the world his extreme heartlessness.

"Yes sir" Ozone replied quietly.

"Good, now get on that 797 to Necrisis and come back heroes or don't come back at all." Sark shouted right in Ozone's face and then turned to walk away. 20 minutes later Sark was sat in his car, waiting for the plane to take off, he watched as the Boeing 797 flew over the main Airport Complex with its engines letting out a magnificent thunderous roar as they flew over the car. Sark's plan had just been set in motion.

[Necrisis]

Dark Passion Isle, privately owned by the Royal Line, Mansion.

Varrel stared out, over the crystal blue ocean. The mansion's balcony faced the land and on a clear day such as this he could see the shoreline of Necri. The knot in his chest got tighter. If things fell apart here... well, all of Necri would likely pay for their mistake.
Necrisis help them, Varrel thought quietly. A slight noise made him turn.
"My Lord?" The manservant bowed. "There is a message for you."
"From who?"
"It is a personal message, addressed solely for you."
Varrel took the message and dismissed the servant. His long deft fingers slit open the envelope - the screening process that messages to the Royal family went through always resulted in a letter no matter the original form - and opened the neatly folded paper.

Dear Prince Varrel of clan Necrisis,
I have reconsidered, and am going to attend personaliy. I hope you will be there to meet me at the airport I would like to meet you face to face.

Sincerly,
Empress Saya of clan Otonashi

Varrel smiled. his first triumph as a diplomat. Maybe things were looking up after all.
He refolded the letter - inserting it into his jacket and turning back to the view. On the horizon was the faint sound of a helicopter. It had to be from Le Marseille - it was coming from that direction.
He pondered the message he had received a few days before - just before coming here in fact.
The Prime Minister Duke Rine of Vitius... quiet the mouthful, but they had seemed eager to help as well. The message that had been sent out just before Varrel had boarded the plane that took himself, Paltarsh and Tialla - as well as twelve Honor Guards dressed in the finest black armor - here to the Summit.

Greetings Prime Minister Duke Rine of Vitius,
We are pleased to have yet another nation supporting the role of peace. We would be honored if you would join us at the summit meeting to arrange a united national agreement.
I am sorry to keep it brief and to the point, but I myself must see to the final preparations at the Summit and I write this while being hustled onto a plane. Thank you once again. The Summit coordinates have been enclosed.
Regards, Prince Varrel, First Son of the God-King Paltarsh

The message had been rather brief and Varrel had worried for a moment if it was too brusque.
But it was too late now. The message had probably arrived a day ago and if Vitius wished to join them, they would arrive.
Perhaps his father's plan was not a hopeless as it seemed.

"My Lord?"
Varrel turned to glare at the manservant. "What?"
"The first of the National Heads is arriving."
Varrel sighed, forcing a smile onto his face. "Right... well... let's greet them, shall we?"

((OOC: Sorry if I missed anything out that needed to be addressed. If so, just tell me and I will edit it up. Anyway, just because I don't know who is going to post what next, the first arrival can be anyone.))

[Saya II]

The Boeing 747 cruised through the air heading for Dark Passion Island. On board the plane was Empress Saya Otonashi, Diva, eight Fratellos, and her secretary. Saya turned in her chair so that she was facing Diva then spoke, “you know the plan no one is to know which one of us is the real empress. Hopefully this will go off without a hitch, but be prepared for trouble”. The Boeing then entered Necrisis airspace and within the hour began its landing at the island.

The Boeing 747 touched down gracefully on the tarmac and completed a smooth landing. Saya nodded at Diva and they both stood up to exit. When the stairs were let down both women exited the plane followed by two Fratellos on each side. The disguise was so perfect that none of Saya’s staff could tell which one was the real empress.

They strode gracefully down the stairs and onto the tarmac, and began waiting for the person that was to greet them.

[Necrisis]

Prince Varrel and his honor guard - nearly obligatory as they refused to let him him meet anyone without their presence - proceeded across the large air field to 747. Already traffic control would be asking them to turn off the main strip to a little off shoot for such a big airplane.
Varrel - ever the gentleman his father and mother taught him to be - carried a parasol for the Empress.
He was slightly astonished by the sight.
Not necessarily by the twin empresses - though he blinked hard a few times to make sure he wasn't seeing double. Her caution was known well, and the the sleeper the Order had in the Empress's house had reported such caution as normal.
What caught Varrel off guard was the similarity. He had studied each dignitary that would be coming. But every nuance was perfect. The black hair, the snow white skin. The height - one of the hard things to get perfect about doubles - was perfect.
Varrel sighed and smiled, chuckling to himself. Had he expected any less?
"Empress...es... ah..." Varrel bowed politely - crossing his left arm over his chest as he held the parasol over the two women. "This is slightly awkward. I know not who to address. Though I suppose speaking as if you are both the single Empress will have to do, unless you have an alternative. I will not insist that you divulge yourself, Empress. I know too well the step which leaders must take to stay safe.
"How was your flight? I apologize if the control tower gave you any problems over landing procedure. My father's paranoia and worry is rubbing off on everyone." His voice was soft, yet even over the jet engines and the wind, he could be heard by all present, and it was silken, silver tongued.

((OOC: Seeing as I couldn't think of a way to work it into the writing- and i'm lazy - here are necessary cosmetics:
Honor Guard: http://www.finest-japanese-art.com/samu ... D-side.jpg
They carry:
Lance: http://www.oriental-weaponry.co.uk/acat ... e-yari.jpg
Katana: http://www.japanese-samurai-swords.net/ ... -blade.jpg

Varrel, First Son
He is 6 feet tall, with soot black hair and deep ocher eyes. His skin is light, but not pale. He is slight of build and average muscle mass.
Clothing: http://violentdelights.co.uk/productima ... uarym1.jpg
Honorific weapons (for show, yet Varrel carries an actual sword, unknown to all but his Second, Balok): http://wiki.cantr.net/images/a/a8/Scimitar.jpg

[Le Marseille]

OOC:This is how the copter looks,but in black:

The Marsellian helicopter approached the airport. The pilot confirmed his landing and flew over to the heli pad where he was instructed to land. The door slid open and 4 guards in black fatigues and black gasmasks,armed with G36Es,came out surrounding two men. One of them wore a suit and held a briefcase while the other was wearing a dark red robe with black stripes on the sleeves and a golden cross. They stood waiting to see what the Necrisis entourage that stood before them would say.

[Necrisis]

Paltarsh held his skeletal hand over his eyes as the helicopter landed, his long black robes billowing about his thin form.
The honor guard at his back stiffened when they saw the guns of the allied entourage, but Paltarsh ignored it, saluting the two men - crossing both arms over his chest and preforming a short bow - before smiling and opening his arms wide to them.
"It is an honor, gentlemen, to receive you. Please... I am God-King Paltarsh. I am sure you would like a little refreshment after your journey and before the political fisticuffs that will be coming about in a few hours. I have no belief that this shall be finished in the day, So you are welcome to stay the night." He gestured to the car waiting for them. "Shall we?"

[Le Marseille]

"We thank you for having us though i bear bad news sir. Our Grand Master has been killed and our nation is in the beginning of a civil war. We still have an army to assist you for these rebels are busy fighting among themselves for the moment. We will uphold our promise of troops and support your nation so do not worry." The Robed man said. They followed the god-king to the waiting car. "Oh i forgot to introduce ourselves. I am Archbishop Marcques De Toure and here is Admiral Pierre-Adue Chattion,the military leader of our troops being sent here."

[Necrisis]

Paltarsh was shocked. "Dead? Necrisis guide him... How did it happen? When? I was sure everything was fine not a few days ago. This is grave news indeed. I assure you, the full strength of Necrisis is behind you should you need it. But let us first deal with these talks. After we have a united peace, all of us will aid in restoring order to your nation."

[Le Marseille]

"It was an unfortunate event. A stray bullet hit him during a huge protest in front of the Grand Temple. He was giving a speech at his podium and the round struck his heart. It was a sorrowful day,black flags were hung all over the capital though martial law was enacted in the lands still remaining in the hands of our government but that is of latter importance. We must honor our promise and therfore assist you even in our times of need because you are in your own time of need." The Archbishop said respectfully.

[The Nuclear Fist]

Outskirts of City 4, Military Base A

"Da sir. Da, I understand Mr. Supreme Chairman. I will be in Necrisis soon. Da, I know. Goodbye sir." Said General Dragos cel Rau. The Supreme Chairman was dictating to him what he was to do once he was in Necrisis. Unfortunately, this would not be the first time Vladislav had sent Dragos to some random shithole for seemingly no reason. Oh well. Dragos thought, shaking his head and sighing. There was no disobeying the Supreme Chairman's orders. Atleast he wasn't being shot in his bed out of paranoia like Radu was.

"Attention General cel Rau. Your plane is is prepped and ready for the trip to Necrisis. The KN/MS operatives are boarding the plane now."

The sudden voice coming from Dragos' intercomm jolted him out of his musings. He immediately pressed the 'speak' button on his intercomm. "Thank you Nyatalia. I will be gone for several days. So please forward all calls to my personal phone." Said Dragos, his voice firm.

"Yes sir." Nyatalia said.

Dragos shuffled the documents in front of him into a pile and put them in his desk. Afterwards, he exited his office, locking the door on the way out. As he walked down the long hallway to the exit. Once outside, a jeep quickly pulled up next to him. Getting inside, he was driven to the tarmac. As he approached the tarmac, the behemoth of a cargo plane the Supreme Chairman had ordered could be spotted. The jeep quickly pulled up next to it, Dragos exited the jeep and sighed. He knew it was going to be a long flight. "Oh well." He said to himself as he boarded the cargo plane. Soon enough he would be in Necrisis.

The plane's engines soon thundered to life, and it began to rumble down the tarmac. As it neared the end, it took off into the air. Soon, it would be out of the motherland. And far from her embrace.

OOC: I figured you'd just do what you did with Saya for this.

[Mesarian]

"Ladies and Gentlemen this is your Captain speaking we will be landing within the next 5 minutes i hope you enjoyed your flight with us and have a pleasent stay at Necrisis." The Captain's voice boomed out of every corner of the plane from pre-positioned Loud Speakers. Up in the main hold the air was calm, the Soldiers were talking and argueing, having a laugh while Sutech was sat in his chair reading and thinking about what may just happen at this Summit Meeting, if the N-S team does not attack swiftly enough the Sutech may be caught out as not being a real Mesarian and that could cause alot of issues with every person at the meeting.

Meanwhile, down in a now practically empty cargo hold which is light (OOC: im not sure how to spell it) with 4 faint red lights in each corner, the air was alot differant, Ozone's outburst and impertanance towards Supreme Commander and Chief General Sark had both angered and saddened Koben and so neither one was speaking, just constantly checking and re-checking their weaponry and going over in their heads the battle plan, Koben would act as spotter, keeping an eye out on enemy security, they had to time the shot just right as to avoid anyone seeing a slight Muzzle flash and getting the bright idea to go check the Hill's Treeline. Ozone of course, would be taking the shot or... not taking the Shot if Peltarsh decides not to go into the main auditorium, he could not help thinking about how much could go wrong if Paltarsh does not take the Summit Meeting into the Auditorium, his ideals and beliefs would clash with his orders and no mattter which one won he would be forced into a conflict with his own team-mate which would create even more problems should things not play out the way they were planned.

Either way, the Boeing 797 Thundered over the Airport as the Captain swung her round for a nice, impressive but soft landing, just for the eye candy the Captain flew the Plane right over the main Airport Complex, narrowly avoiding crashing into the roof! He quickly turned the plane to line up with the Tarmac and somehow despie all probabilities landed smack bam in the middle of the runway, nobody on board was very happy about him nearly crashing into a building to show off but they couldn't do anything about it, if they did they'd not make a very good impression on Paltarsh.

Soon after the landing the huge Mesarian Insignified door of the Plane flew open and Ambassador Sutech and his Platoon of Bodyguards stepped out of the plane...

OOC: I'll let Necrisis carry it on otherwise i'd be kind of Godmodding if i make one of his guys come to meet Sutech.

[Saya II]

“Our flight went well”, both empresses said at the same time, “a little long though.” We did not have any problems with air traffic control and your fathers caution is well warranted, the one on the left said. After the empresses had left the plane they were followed by the Fratello units, to anyone looking at them they would see eight children with various instrument cases and eight larger men walking beside them.

“We are glad to finally meet you”, the two empresses chorused, “We were not going to come, but something about your letter intrigued us.”Although the two women looked identical they had two completely personalities, Saya’s thoughts about Varrel were that his voice was silky and somewhat sensual and that this visit was going to be interesting. Diva’s thoughts on the on the other hand were “I may have to kill you, my blade would do the job nicely but you deserve something special maybe a garrote”.

The Fratellos gathered around the empresses with two on each side “Are we ready to go”, both empresses asked simultaneously

(OOC Her voice is here go to :31 seconds in the vid: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJ7rMz_NQAE

[Necrisis]

With Varrel and Saya...

Varrel couldn't hide a smile at the duplicates. They were just so perfect.
He knew which was which - there were subtle differences. The slightest hint of interest in one, the trill of annoyance in the other. The problem arose from the fact that he could still not tell which was the duplicate and which was the Empress. Well, it would make for a pleasant distraction during the long hours that were surly to come, trying to find more differences between them.
He nodded in response to the question. "We are ready." He gestured to the black car waiting for them. "After you Empresses."
As they walked toward the car, Varrel - his parasol held over the two women - spoke. "As this Summit will probably take days for everyone to stop shouting, let alone get anywhere, you are more than welcome to stay in the guest rooms. I am afraid - as we were not expecting your twin - the room was made only for one. But I can make arrangements to alter that if you wish."
He opened the car door for the Empresses, waiting for them to get in.

With Sutech and Tialla...

Tialla smiled politely at the men as they disembarked the plane, her elegant black dress flowing in the wind. "Gentlemen. A pleasure." She bowed, delicate hands crossed primly over her sternum. Straightening she studied them. "I am pleased that you decided to come at all. Father will be most delighted to hear that you have arrived."
The four Honor Guards behind her tensed. The Mesarians would likely have a similar reaction given the loathing between the two Nation's armed forces. The skirmishes of a few months ago had sent many on edge - even if they were never officially connected to the Mesarians.
Her servant - a young girl in a simple white, frilly white top and simple dark green cotton dress - held a parasol over her lady, to protect the pale white skin from the sun. She never looked up past the knees of anyone that she spoke too, as was her station.
Tialla smiled once more. When she spoke, her voice was like a silver bell - similar to her brother yet lighter, feminine. "I am sure that this Summit will take a very long time to reach a conclusion. Should you wish, we have a room prepared for you. Though - to be blunt - I doubt you would like to stay."
She stepped forward to take Sutech's arm and lead him to the car that was parked a few dozen meters away.

Dark Passion Isle Airport Traffic Control Tower

Frel sighed heavily, putting the comm down. "Necrisis's Breath... did you see that monster? And I thought the Imperial jet was large. That stunt almost brought down the hanger with Phoenix Lead in it. Relek would not be happy about that."
The other control officer nodded. He was busy trying to find a spot on the runway - already crowded by two large Boeing jets and now he'd just gotten word that a cargo plane would be delivering the Fist representative. Where in the Void would he land them?
Quickly, he contacted the two planes already on the runway and asked them to clear it - either take off and circle until the much larger plane had been cleared for landing, or pull off the runway into one of the off strips. He'd prefer if they left altogether, but he couldn't very well ask them to do that. Not with their reps here.

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Necrian ATC to all currently landed planes: Please pull off the tarmac or take off to circle. Our airport is too small to land the Fistian cargo plane with you two down. You may return once the Fistian plane has been situated. Thank you for your compliance.

Next, he sent a message to the Nuclear Fist airplane.

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Please wait until the runway is completely clear before you land. Our airstrip was never designed with such a large craft in mind. If you do not think you can make the landing with 100% safety, please reroute to the Capital Airstrip in Cemet'ri and transportation shall be arranged for you to come back here. Please respond with all haste.

With Paltarsh and the Archbishop
Paltarsh nodded as the car pulled into the shadow of the garage. "Of course. Thank you. Well, gentlemen. Would you like something to eat or drink while we wait for everyone to arrive?"


((OOC: State Car: http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbvi ... -car-2.jpg
Tialla, First Daughter of Paltarsh
She is tall for a Necrian woman, at about 5'10. Her hair - similar to her brother's - is coal black and her rich, chocolate brown eyes are often lined with deep purple eye-shadow. It has been said by many - even her own father - that she could charm the feathers off a Phoenix with her voice, and puts such feathers to shame with her beauty.
Dress: http://www.camdendrive.com/media//resiz ... _size2.jpg

[Saya II]

Saya and Diva began walking towards the car followed by their Fratellos and secretary “Yes we would require a larger room for the two of us.” One girl caught the attention of the Necrisis guards. She carried a double bass case that was about as big as she was and probably just as heavy, but she carried it as if it was tissue paper. Both empresses got into the car with their security and shut the doors.

One of the guards took out his cellular phone and made a call, a few minutes later the plane began its takeoff. Inside the car the children sat still and quite the guards and other staff would probably find it very creepy or unnerving.

(OOC sorry for the short post, but there is not much I can say at the moment.)

[Mesarian]

Sutech immediatly reacted to Tialla's move to take his arm, trying to react the way a real Mesarian official would, "I am sorry, i mean no disrespect but i would prefer that you do not touch me, now please, i am eager to get things underway." Sutech waved his men to follow him and together they walked off towards the parked car without even letting Tialla to react.

Within the confines of the Cargo Bay, Ozone and Koben remained quiet and still as to avoid being heard instead they just listened to what was being said outside, Tialla sounded like a pleasent woman who obviously shared the mistrust of Mesarians as they did of her. Koben's first impulse was to leap from the plane and execute her, on the run way were Tialla, Paltarsh and Varrel in an instant he could be rid of all 3 of them but of course he knew it would cause international problems as well as get him killed, without looking he could not tell how many armed guards there were, there could be a few dozen or a few hundred he simply could not know and so could not act. Ozone just sat, neither speaking nor even thinking he wanted this dispicable mission to be over as fast as possible, he hated sneaking around and he especially hated sneaking around to assassinate an enemy countries leader, he could see in Koben's eyes that he wanted to slaughter everyone and get this over with and as such Ozone hoped that everything went as planned or else he may be forced into a confrontation with Koben that might result in one or both of their deaths as well as the failure of the mission.

OOC: Like there's not a massive amount i can have my guys do here for now, Necrisis you can controle Sutech in your next post, just make him get into the car and have his guards do what you think is appropriate otherwise this might get swamped with very short replies from us both.