Küser assassinated! (OPEN, TG TO ENTER)

[Krjder]

BREAKING NEWS, Imperial Krïdan Broadcasting

"Today, whilst taking a walk in Aastejk Gardens, the Küser was attacked and killed by a deranged anarchist. Küser Kristaan was walking, alone save for two guards when Marcus Gobacetti; an American member of a multi national Anarchy group called FreeWill, jumped out of a nearby bush and ripped out His Majesty's Adam's Apple. He was captured by the Küser's guards and taken for questioning.

Crown Prince Anton is now officially the Küser, but Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke is the de facto leader until the coronation. The Imperial and Royal Families have been informed."

Darijksberg Palace, Aastejk, Grand Duchy of Könjinslargen
Anton stared out of his bedroom window, onto the huge and sprawling Capital of the gargantuan Empire of Krjder. And Empire that was now his. No longer was he a mere Grand Duke of a country the size of Finland, but an Emperor of an empire the size of Russia. He ruled over not just Krïdans, but Dalktrésians, Sârožags, Waiākūrāns, Kataars and Mégyi. He was the Commander of a military 30,000,000 strong and the ceremonial head of the Krïdan Anglican Church. And he was just 16.

[The Dogma States]

Alphega, Dogma The Capital Building of Alphaia and Omegus, Secrefang Assembly Room.
It didn't take long for the news of the assassination to reach Dogma, soon the leaders of the Onakinawa and Wolfen Germania Provinces were debating with the ultimate ruler of Dogma, the Aphaias.

"Empress Nogushi, and Chancellor Hartman. I do not see a reason for me to visit Krjder right this moment. There's a lot of reason's from my end.." Mathias Archiam, the beloved leader of Albus Dogma, simply stated. He was pretty young to be a leader, at the prime age of 33, but not as young as the heir to Krjder. "Starting with my physical health," Mathais put his caste leg on the table for the leader of the provinces to see. "It's still has a few more weeks to recover from my little incident..." He then got up, with a crutch in one arm, and looked out the panoramic window. It emphasized his point. "Beloved Archiam, let us take this opportunity to build up relationships with another superpower, it is wise to have strong allies.. Allies that we will have a mutual friendship with, we ,ust not forget how alone we were during the "Purge for 'freedom'" said the leader of the Onakinawa state, Empress Nogushi. "Yes, we should make friends with the Krïdan Empire, it will show we have great respect for their nation, and that they have a friendly hand to reach out to. Especially since their leader has just been killed in such a barbaric way!" The Chancellor of Wolfen Germania, further added.

Mathias shook his head, "I'm not sure, they are probably going crazy over how their leader was killed. And i don't like the fact that the organization the assassin was a member of, is probably plotting another attack." Mathias thought for a while, and looked back at the leaders. "I will go with both of you, but just to pay respects to their loss. But don't expect me to make any Diplomatic moves with them, unless they want to."

To: Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke
Encryption: None
Dear Esteemed Prime Minister of Krjder
I, Mathias Archiam, am visiting Krjder to pay respects to the death of Küser Kristaan. I would like to inform you that two other diplomats that are going with me, will stay until the Coronation of Prince Anton. We are deeply sorry for your nation's loss of it's leader.

[Krjder]

Execution Square, Aastejk, Grand Duchy of Könjinslargen
A wiry man, bals and dressed in orange overalls stepped onto the wooden podium. Constabulary, decked out in full ceremonial uniform, a green tunic and trousers with red piping, police shako (the ones the German Police used to wear) with a black horsehair for constables and white for officers- stood around and on the stage. A large guillotine had been erected and was manned by another policeman. A priest stood by as the Police Captain read out the charges against Gobacetti.

"....And so, the Imperial High Court of Justice sentences Mr. Gobacetti to death by the guillotine. Signed, High Judge Baudewijn Klompelkei."
The priest stepped forward but Gobacetti waved him away. Surprised, the priest made the sign of the cross.

By this time, a large crowd had appeared to observe the execution of the man that had killed their beloved leader. The constable by the guillotine activated the contraption's mechanism. The crowd cheered.

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OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE KRÏDAN EMPIRE
OFFIZÏÄL KOMMÜNKIKE VIJK DE KRÏDAN KÜSERRIJKH

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TO/JE: Albus Dogma
FROM/AUŻ: The Krïdan Empire, Prime Minister's Office

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Dear Mathias Archiam,
The Empire solemnly delights in your request to visit our nation. There will first be a State Funeral, complete with full military and imperial honours and then a coronation. You, along with other heads of state will stay in the imperial palace at Darijksberg.
Signed
Prime Minister Jauchk-Katüschke

[The Dogma States]

To: Prime Minister's Office
From:[/b ]Mathias Archiam of Albus Dogma
Dear Prime Minister,
We look forward to the visit of your nation and will attend the funeral and ceremonies your country will have, in mourning of the death of a leader and celebration
of a new one. Please expect a black and gray aircraft arriving at the international airport with the Call sign [b]ADS-001.

The Jet could be seen descending into the airport the next day.
An observer could see it was a beautiful aircraft, the chrome shined, and the black and gray finish still shined. Its wings were still white, and raked up like a bird. The Dogmian flag was painted on the tail. The aircraft was in pristine condition overall.

When ATC had given the pilots a go on landing, it glided smoothly on the runaway with ace. Slowing to a safe speed and began to taxi to its assigned area.

[Krjder]

To: Prime Minister's Office
From:[/b ]Mathias Archiam of Albus Dogma
Dear Prime Minister,
We look forward to the visit of your nation and will attend the funeral and ceremonies your country will have, in mourning of the death of a leader and celebration
of a new one. Please expect a black and gray aircraft arriving at the international airport with the Call sign [b]ADS-001.

The Jet could be seen descending into the airport the next day.
An observer could see it was a beautiful aircraft, the chrome shined, and the black and gray finish still shined. Its wings were still white, and raked up like a bird. The Dogmian flag was painted on the tail. The aircraft was in pristine condition overall.

When ATC had given the pilots a go on landing, it glided smoothly on the runaway with ace. Slowing to a safe speed and began to taxi to its assigned area.

Next to the runway stood a guard of honour made up of 100 privates and 13 officers of the Imperial Life Guards of Foot, decked out in their elaborate blue and black 19th century uniforms. A red carpet was placed before a stairwell, where the plane would finish taxiing.
In front of the guards stood the Prime Minister, the Küser-to-be and the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The two ministers were dressed in their finest pin stripe suits, the prince dressed in the dress uniform of the Royal Könjinslargener Hussars; a cyan tunic and trousers piped blood red and a brown seal fur busby hat.

[The Dogma States]

[spoilerNext to the runway stood a guard of honour made up of 100 privates and 13 officers of the Imperial Life Guards of Foot, decked out in their elaborate blue and black 19th century uniforms. A red carpet was placed before a stairwell, where the plane would finish taxiing.
In front of the guards stood the Prime Minister, the Küser-to-be and the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The two ministers were dressed in their finest pin stripe suits, the prince dressed in the dress uniform of the Royal Könjinslargener Hussars; a cyan tunic and trousers piped blood red and a brown seal fur busby hat.[/spoiler]


The plane had lined up next to the stairs, and finished taxiing. The Engines turned off in a quiet whir as the pilots did the standard procedure's to shut down the plane. The door opened to reveal a man in a black suit wearing an earphone on one ear. He walked down the stairs with five more dressed similarly to him, as Mathias Archiam followed behind. Mathias was dressed in a regular tuxedo with a silky, black cape behind him. It was nothing really special, although the two statesmen were dressed more interesting manner. Empress Nogushi was wearing a traditional Japanese Kimono, while Chancellor Hartman was wearing a 20th century German military uniform decorated with ranks and such, it showed the diversity of Dogma and it's peoples. When Mathias was on the carpet, it was obvious that he had a leg brace on him, and was walking with a crutch on one side of his arm. He smiled when he approached the Prime Minister, the Küser-to-be and the Minister of Foreign Affairs with his guards and State leaders with him.

[Krjder]

[spoilerNext to the runway stood a guard of honour made up of 100 privates and 13 officers of the Imperial Life Guards of Foot, decked out in their elaborate blue and black 19th century uniforms. A red carpet was placed before a stairwell, where the plane would finish taxiing.
In front of the guards stood the Prime Minister, the Küser-to-be and the Minister of Foreign Affairs. The two ministers were dressed in their finest pin stripe suits, the prince dressed in the dress uniform of the Royal Könjinslargener Hussars; a cyan tunic and trousers piped blood red and a brown seal fur busby hat.[/spoiler]


The plane had lined up next to the stairs, and finished taxiing. The Engines turned off in a quiet whir as the pilots did the standard procedure's to shut down the plane. The door opened to reveal a man in a black suit wearing an earphone on one ear. He walked down the stairs with five more dressed similarly to him, as Mathias Archiam followed behind. Mathias was dressed in a regular tuxedo with a silky, black cape behind him. It was nothing really special, although the two statesmen were dressed more interesting manner. Empress Nogushi was wearing a traditional Japanese Kimono, while Chancellor Hartman was wearing a 20th century German military uniform decorated with ranks and such, it showed the diversity of Dogma and it's peoples. When Mathias was on the carpet, it was obvious that he had a leg brace on him, and was walking with a crutch on one side of his arm. He smiled when he approached the Prime Minister, the Küser-to-be and the Minister of Foreign Affairs with his guards and State leaders with him.

"Mathias Archiam, Chancellor Hartman and Empress Nogushi, what a pleasure to meet you all. Albeit with such melancholy circumstances. Call me Kasimir." Said the Prime Minister stepping forward. The Crown Prince remained quiet, for he had not yet got over his father's death. Nor his new occupation. He nodded to the Dogman officials, and lead them to an ornate carriage, flanked by Life Guards of Horse, dressed in a royal blue, piped black uniform with a Germanic spiked helmet with black horsehair plume.

[Kidlantis]

(OOC: Posted with permission from the OP. Also Mottershead has a bit of an accent, so that's why there's some incorrect spellings.)
Thelma Day Memorial Intelligence Base, Oswestry, Dorview state, New Wales region, New Pazania
The constant, annoying chatter of Morse code filled the air in the Thelma Day Base, making it hard for its operatives to concentrate. It was lunch hour for most of the workers, and they were all going out to lunch that day as a group to celebrate Senior Operative Sabryna Wakefield's birthday. However, according to PIA protocol, several attendants/operatives were required to stay behind, giving those few a miserable time.
Jared Mottershead unhappily unwrapped the peanut butter and jelly sandwich he had brought from home so that he would actually eat that day. He normally ate out when the others ate out, however his name had been picked out of a random pool of names to find out who would stay behind. He was all alone.
Most of the Morse code was all but random, meaningless messages to distract and confuse Krïdans or other potential enemies, such as Inyursta or bad Rotororandans, so when a cryptic coded message actually came in, they wouldn't know it. All of the actual important messages went to Mottershead's station, along with a random one once in a while to keep him on his toes and distract Krïdans even more. The chatter of Morse code erupted at Mottershead's station startled him, causing him to drop his sandwich on the floor, some peanut butter being smeared on the floor.
"This bettah be worth going hungry for..." he grumbled looking at the marks on the paper. They read out as follows.

King Arthur is struck down by Mordred. Camelot walls compromised by Mordred's followers. Arthur's kingdom in black. Expect next King Arthur out of Russian name.
Prison 567

Prison 567 was the name given to a small cell of Pazanian agents inside of Aastejik. As Mottershead read the code, his jaw dropped. No freaking way.
"Somebody call Kidlantis City Command quickly! The Küsah is dead!"
Realizing that nobody was around, he grabbed the emergency phone.
"What is this Thelma Day! Are you under attack?!"
"This is Operative Jared Mottershead of Thelma Day Base. We have breaking news from our agents in Krjder. An unknown terrorist cell has killed the emperor!"
PIA Central Command, Kidlantis City
"Are you fucking kidding me?" said director Hemming Patriksson of PIA, his eyes narrowing at Robin Berg, a small in stature male in front of him.
"Yes, Director Patriksson, I mean no, Director. The Küser is indeed dead."
"I will leave for the Towers immediately. Notify President Lee I have important news."
Administrative Towers
A large, mumbling crowd grew outside the Towers area. They knew that the President was going to speak on something soon, and with rumors that a certain leader had kicked the bucket only added to the tension. As President Lee, dressed in a blue suit and blue dress pants, wearing a pitch black tie, walked in front of a podium placed outside, the crowd cheered wildly. Once they had calmed down, Lee spoke.
"Everybody in this crowd, fellow Pazanians and human beings around the world, in the past couple hours there have been many rumors circulating that Küser Kristaan-Ludwiekje has been killed."
Lee paused to build up suspense.
"I am here to confirm that these rumors are indeed true."
The crowd wildly erupted into cheers at the last announcement. They had been enemies with Krjder for a while, and now this could only bode well for them, as they began waving New Pazanian flags. An off-key version of the national anthem began.
Oh where is that rich land,
Where all peoples mingle freely?
It is our glorious nation.
Pazania shall remain strong and united.
All peoples in our nation fighting as one,
We'll fight to the end for freedom in our land!"

Several more verses continued on for a minute or so.
At the end of the anthem, Lee joined in and added an extra few words.
"Our land of the free!
Rot in hell, imperialist dog!" ,Lee sang.

[Serretes]

Imperial Holdings Outside of Saartholm and Braedenholm
The tall man forced through the throng of people, those preparing for the celebrations of their religions as well as those just seeking petition with the king or looking to swear an oath of fealty to him. Uhtred III Braeden sat with obvious disinterest, listening to the complaints about moved land markers and stolen livestock. Men flocked to him daily to swear an oath of fealty to him, he now had a good 800 sworn men. Men who would follow him into any battle and kill for him.

The tall man, Osfric by name, gestured to the King who promptly excused himself. This part of his job seemed most boring to him. No good food, no attractive women, no liquor, and no fighting; that’s what he cared about, not moved marking stones. And he hated Osfric, the steward that worked for his father, Uhtred just needed something new to bore himself with. So he followed Osfric, and his guards formed a wall behind him, blocking out the clamoring crowd.

“You wished to tell me something?”
Osfric’s face hardened with distaste. “If you weren’t so busy whoring and drinking last night, you would have heard that the Küser of Krjder just died from a gunshot wound. Unknown terrorist group did it.”
“Shit.” The reply slipped out before Uhtred realized that as King he wasn’t allowed to say stuff like that.
Osfric continued. “His son is going to be crowned after his funeral which takes place soon.”
“Didn’t his son just get weaned from his mother’s tits?” Uhtred grinned, his young face laughing at the annoyance he could see in Osfric’s face.
Osfric exhaled loudly, trying to calm himself down before containing. “It would be in the best interest of the country if you went to the funeral and coronation.”
Now Uhtred gave Osfric a look of hate.
Osfric continued. “No one will drink your spirits or hump your women while you’re are gone. I also recommend that all of the serving girls you are interested in stay here. No need to reveal your interests to the whole world.”
Uhtred spat in anger.
“I’ll do as you say, but you must realize I will begin finding a replacement for you. Someone who actually knows what their doing. I’ll leave tonight, and bring some of my men with me. You, surer then hell, will not be showing your sniveling rat face anywhere outside these grounds. And if I find that you did something to one of my interests,” he put the word gently, obvious what he meant, “I’ll castrate you like a horse.” Uhtred grinned at him, the skin of his face pulled tight over the hard features.
Saartholm International Airport
OoC: Serreten dress uniforms come from the Golden Age of Serretes, pretty much the Viking age.
Uhtred proceeded towards the jet. Men in long cloaks and tall boots moved behind him. He took his personal bodyguard of 36 men with him to Krjder. Men that loved fighting, drinking, and whoring as much as he did. Uhtred took his seat, the captain of the flight would take care of notifying Krjder of his arrival. For now, he would just drink the piss like wine and try to drink himself into a stupor. His captain of the guard looked at him. Underneath the ceremonial garb, he carried a pistol and wore thin body armor.
“Lord, you need to see this.” He held up a tablet and played a news clip. Uhtred watched with disinterest.
“The shitholes in New Pazania are celebrating like the goat shit that they are.”
Uhtred spat, “I always hated that man.” He gestured to the president as the words slurred from his mouth, “wouldn’t be surprised if he had one of his servants do it.” It of course referred to the assassination. He shook the alcohol off him, and stood.
“The Ravens of War are in the air. There will be a war, that I promise you. How can there not when New Pazania and Krjder seem to wind together, interlocking like a knot that doesn’t have ends?” Some of the men grinned, war meant money for them. Uhtred dropped back to his seat and smiled.
The pilot sent the message, realizing that the King wouldn’t have had anyone else do it.

FROM: Royal Serreten Aircraft, SA-1
TO: Aastejk International Airport
SUBJECT: Visit to Krjder

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I am notifying you on behalf of Uhtred III Braeden, that we will be landing in your airspace within the next 8 to 9 hours. Uhtred III wishes to offer his respect and condolences to your nation in person. I apologize for the lack of notification earlier.

[Krjder]

Svålborg, Grand Duchy of Jakkenberg
Thomas Chrysel slumped onto his leather chair. Many people around the world were happy that the Küser was dead, but most, even if they disliked the way it was done were horrified. Worst of all, Gobacetti had obviously broken. The police knew who else to look for. Of the 50 FreeWill members posted in Krjder:
1; Gobacetti had been executed, 24 had been captured whilst fleeing from Aastejk and shot by police after being tried in a Criminal Court and 11 were now jailed somewhere in Krjder.

Thomas looked at his computer. He knew some one that might be able to help.

To: Pazanian Government
From: FreeWill, Krjder Opsbase
Encryption: HIGH

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Greetings,
Recently, the Küser was killed, albeit slightly violently by a member of my cell. Naturally, my group has been hunted down like animals. Half of my cell are dead. I have 14 men left. 11 are imprisoned. I ask you, Krjder's enemy to hide us in your country. I'm sure we are heroes in anti-Krïdan nations.

Darijksberg Palace, Grand Duchy of Könjinslargen
The palace was in a solemn mood. Most of the staff were in shock; the man who would stop and talk, the man who would take them out to dinner once a month, the man who would always smile and compliment- was dead. Killed brutally.

In the courtyard, the gates swung open as a carriage flanked by mounted guards galloped in. The soldiers in the courtyard stood to attention as the door opened and the prime minister and Anton stepped out.
"What has been the Pazanian response Kasimir?" Inquired the Küser-to-be.
"They are happy. One might think they were behind it." Replied Kasimir, walking to the doors of the palace.
"We should send in the SOKKs, see how they like it."
"No your majesty, that's unsporting. However, we will ask of them to show respect. Not for the sake of our, of even his dignity. But for you and his family."
"Thank you Kasimir. Also, I hear that the Pazanians are coming. I want them to be well looked after. I shall meet them at the airport."

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE KRÏDAN EMPIRE
OFFIZÏÄL KOMMÜNKIKE VIJK DE KRÏDAN KÜSERRIJKH

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TO/JE:President Xavier Lee of New Pazania
FROM/AUŻ: Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke of Krjder

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Greetings,
My first job was a primary school teacher, looking after children. And one thing I have learned throughout all my different careers is: think of the children. Now, I know Küser Kristaan wasn't liked in New Pazania, but he has family and friends here in Krjder. His children have had to see their father's death being rejoiced. I appreciate the right to free speech, but please, have some respect. I am sure you would not want your child to see people laughing at your death.

My second point, although the young Küser wants to deal with this himself is possible peace talks. I know you despise us, but we mean well. We are willing to put things behind us, if you do the same. There are many bad eggs out there, and nations like ours which are developed should put aside differences and sort them out.

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

Greetings from one man to another,

We briefly met once during war time, I am proud to extend my hand to you now in peace. I will never be able to imagine your pain, but I will help you to the best of my abilities. I am KnightPrince Robert Arthur Pendragon of Avalon. Should you accept my aid I will plan to arrive as soon as I can clear the emergency urgent material from my desk. I do not wish another boy out there to be spurred into the position of leader without having his bearing first, therefore I offer you my earnest hand in friendship.

~Sincerely,
KnightPrince Robert Pendragon of Avalon
Son of Robert and Irene Pendragon
Wielder of the Holy Blade Excalibur
113th Royal Knight of Avalon
Father of Elizabeth Lee Hannah Pendragon

[Krjder]

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE KRÏDAN EMPIRE
OFFIZÏÄL KOMMÜNKIKE VIJK DE KRÏDAN KÜSERRIJKH

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TO/JE: Knight Prince of Avalon
FROM/AUŻ: Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke

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The Empire and Imperial family would be delighted to be graced by your presence. Your accommodation shall be prepared immediately. His Imperial Majesty, Anton VI awaits your words of kindness and advice.

[The Dogma States]

"Mathias Archiam, Chancellor Hartman and Empress Nogushi, what a pleasure to meet you all. Albeit with such melancholy circumstances. Call me Kasimir." Said the Prime Minister stepping forward. The Crown Prince remained quiet, for he had not yet got over his father's death. Nor his new occupation. He nodded to the Dogman officials, and lead them to an ornate carriage, flanked by Life Guards of Horse, dressed in a royal blue, piped black uniform with a Germanic spiked helmet with black horsehair plume.

"Thank you for welcoming us here, Mr. Kasimir!" He looked at the surroundings greeting them as he followed the Minister and the Future-Küser to the carriage. "We aren't welcomed like this very often," Mathias spoke, "We visit very few nations, and we've allied only two of four of the superpowers we have visited." "One is The Great Empire of Shimai Nihon, and the other one is The Islands of Polynesian Hawaii." "The Eastern Sun and The Pearl of the Pacific is what i like to call them" Mathias chuckled. "They've given us a nickname too, 'The Mighty Lone Wolf of the North'" He looked at both the Küser and the Prime Minister, and got into the carriage with his states men.

[Holy Empire of Avalon]

Robert was happy to hear of the return letter, pulling out his cellphone he began making plans for his leaving. "Yes, I am leaving the Military Council under direct supervision of Parliament. Tensions between us and our neighbors are very peaceful at the moment so nothing should task place during my trip. After our lightening raid on the east the other nations probably still fear harming my citizens anyway. Make sure Amelia stays in her cell, the usual, I will be gone a few days to maybe a few weeks, I just know how hard it was for me to fill this role and even with advisers some days you just need a friend to complain to. Elizabeth is coming with me, keep the gang out of trouble, oh and make sure those plans get drawn up please? The Technical Corp will be a major ground breaker in military innovation and armored warfare. Thank you, Grandmother, I leave it up to you while I am gone." With that the dark haired boy hung up, jumping from his chair he popped his back. "Sixteen years of age and I rule an empire, this was by choice though for most part, i could only imagine how it feels to be forced into this role." Looking around he noticed something off.

"Elizabeth...? Elizabeth, where have you gone?" He left the living room. "Lizzy?" After desperately searching the manor Robert found her outside playing with her dolls. "Elizabeth, come inside, you are not to be outside without me." Robert scolded his daughter. "What if you got hurt? I would not know because I am inside, come now we have to pack." Elizabeth was Robert's five year old daughter, no one really knew how he had a daughter given his age, but none the less rumors had come up all over the place. "I heard on the news we are going to Kr-kr-kra-kri-kry-" Robert patted her head, "Kryder, the actual spelling though is K-R-J-D-E-R, though I believe in their spelling J's are actually Y's or I's." She had long braided hair reached almost her ankle and the same brilliant blue eyes as Robert. "Will I meet girls like me?" She walked with him as he went into the bedroom. "Possibly, though you do realize I am about the only man my age with children right? I mean just to clarify we are not exactly normal at all." She gave an irritated noise and began putting dolls into her bag.

"Auntie said there is no such thing as normal, only normal thing is life is dying." With that Robert hastily had finished stuffing their suitcases with a good amount of supplies, picking up his fortune cookie of a daughter he hurried out to the drive way and helped her into the car. "Farewell for now Avalon, may the Dragons and Eagles welcome me home once more!" He hit the gas and was off.

At the airport the KnightPrince was flocked by people. He hated being treated like this, he was just a normal kid after all. Boarding the plane he finally would arrive later in the nation of Krjder, where he hoped he did not mispronounce the name.

[Krjder]

"Mathias Archiam, Chancellor Hartman and Empress Nogushi, what a pleasure to meet you all. Albeit with such melancholy circumstances. Call me Kasimir." Said the Prime Minister stepping forward. The Crown Prince remained quiet, for he had not yet got over his father's death. Nor his new occupation. He nodded to the Dogman officials, and lead them to an ornate carriage, flanked by Life Guards of Horse, dressed in a royal blue, piped black uniform with a Germanic spiked helmet with black horsehair plume.

"Thank you for welcoming us here, Mr. Kasimir!" He looked at the surroundings greeting them as he followed the Minister and the Future-Küser to the carriage. "We aren't welcomed like this very often," Mathias spoke, "We visit very few nations, and we've allied only two of four of the superpowers we have visited." "One is The Great Empire of Shimai Nihon, and the other one is The Islands of Polynesian Hawaii." "The Eastern Sun and The Pearl of the Pacific is what i like to call them" Mathias chuckled. "They've given us a nickname too, 'The Mighty Lone Wolf of the North'" He looked at both the Küser and the Prime Minister, and got into the carriage with his states men.

"We Krïdans are fond of making allies. And thus, we have many reliable friends." Said the Prime Minister, waving to the smatterings of observers. As the carriage drove out of Aastejk International, it entered Aastejk. A huge and modern city, towering skyscrapers, blocks of glass and the did old buildings. There was the hum of electric cars and the sounds of all things urban. People waved, but reservedly. The Krïdan love their monarchies and were in deep shock, the loss of a popular Emperor. Only 37.
"Welcome to Aastejk. The heart of the Empire. It's one of the oldest cities in the region and has never fallen." Stated Kasimir as the carriage rolled past Nokküschlecht Palace, the Government Seat of the Empire.

[Krjder]

To: Royal SA-1
From: Baudewijn Wlauwesaar, Executive Director of Aastejk International
Subject: Serretan Visit
Greetings,
Aastejk International is honoured to host your arrival. Please dock at Terminal 1, gate 4. Have a safe flight.

[Serretes]

To: Royal SA-1
From: Baudewijn Wlauwesaar, Executive Director of Aastejk International
Subject: Serretan Visit
Greetings,
Aastejk International is honoured to host your arrival. Please dock at Terminal 1, gate 4. Have a safe flight.

Outside Krïdian Airspace
The pilot received the message. He promptly sent the co-pilot back to inform the King of the development.
The Co-pilot, unsure of himself, prodded the king awake. “Lord, the Krïdians are expecting.”
The King looked up startled, “um, ok.”
“I suggest you put on your dress uniform, and prepare to land in an hour or so. Would you like anything to eat?”
“Ok. Fetch me some smoked lamb and flat bread. Also, the most bitter tea we have with us.”
Uhtred knew that tea and food could clear away the hangover. And so it did.
Final Descent into Krjder
“This is Royal SA-1. We are in position to land. Standing by.”
In the cabin, men quickly checked ceremonial swords and axe as well as shields. Cloaks were tied into place with broaches and helmets crushed the elaborate hair of the men. They returned to their seats and waited.

[Krjder]

Aastejk International Airport Control Tower.
Like most of the government run services in Krjder, the airport was run like a military organisation. Staff had uniforms and even military ranks. Watchman Pïeter Solvelmau looked at the HD radar screen in front of him, then his com device have the Serretan Message.
"Royal SA-1, you are clear to land." He said.

Down on the ground, next to the runway was a greeting party conducting of the new Küser, Anton VI and the Prime Minister, Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke accompanied by a section of Grenadier Life Guards.

[Gordano and Lysandus]

The United Kingdom
of
Gordano and Lysandus

The Office of His Majesty the King
Message of condolence to His Imperial Majesty, Anton IV, Kuser of Krjder

Dear Anton,

It has been a great deal of time since we have last spoken, I must wish you condolences on the loss of your father. Taking up the mantle of rulership is not an easy one, and it was at a young age that I became King of Gordano and then Grand Duke of Lysandus, until I oversaw the Act of Union. If there is anything that I can do to support you in this matter, I assure you that I am at your disposal, however I wish I could say the same for the United Kingdom. We have been torn asunder by civil war in times recent, and emerging from this crisis, with many dead - including my own brother - is a difficult task, and as such, I cannot mobilise any service of the state in your support, merely state that I hope for the best for you, and that you can prosper as sovereign over such a large empire.

It is at this time that I hope that we can develop a bond, and build closer ties between our nations. We have much to gain from each other, and I hope to develop new alliances where old ones have decayed away.

Good luck with your future, I shall be sending an ambassador to attend the state funeral and the coronation in my stead, as my people unfortunately need me. I apologise for any insult I may cause by not coming personally, but I hope that Lady Elisabeth Howe, one of my cousins, will prove to be quite palatable as my representative.

Yours sincerely,

Blackwell,
King of Gordano and Lysandus, Viceroy of Buskoskia and the Albion Isles, Duke of Rome.

[Krjder]

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The United Kingdom
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Gordano and Lysandus

The Office of His Majesty the King
Message of condolence to His Imperial Majesty, Anton IV, Kuser of Krjder

Dear Anton,

It has been a great deal of time since we have last spoken, I must wish you condolences on the loss of your father. Taking up the mantle of rulership is not an easy one, and it was at a young age that I became King of Gordano and then Grand Duke of Lysandus, until I oversaw the Act of Union. If there is anything that I can do to support you in this matter, I assure you that I am at your disposal, however I wish I could say the same for the United Kingdom. We have been torn asunder by civil war in times recent, and emerging from this crisis, with many dead - including my own brother - is a difficult task, and as such, I cannot mobilise any service of the state in your support, merely state that I hope for the best for you, and that you can prosper as sovereign over such a large empire.

It is at this time that I hope that we can develop a bond, and build closer ties between our nations. We have much to gain from each other, and I hope to develop new alliances where old ones have decayed away.

Good luck with your future, I shall be sending an ambassador to attend the state funeral and the coronation in my stead, as my people unfortunately need me. I apologise for any insult I may cause by not coming personally, but I hope that Lady Elisabeth Howe, one of my cousins, will prove to be quite palatable as my representative.

Yours sincerely,

Blackwell,
King of Gordano and Lysandus, Viceroy of Buskoskia and the Albion Isles, Duke of Rome.

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE KRÏDAN EMPIRE
OFFIZÏÄL KOMMÜNKIKE VIJK DE KRÏDAN KÜSERRIJKH

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TO/JE: The United Kingdom of Gordano and Lysandus
FROM/AUŻ: Küser Anton VI of the Krïdan Empire

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Dear King Blackwell,
I am pleased and honoured that you remember me. I happily welcome Lady Howe to Krjder, quarters shall be prepared with great haste. But I am sorry to hear of this devastating war in your homeland. Whilst Krjder has lost a beloved and strong leader, our military, economy and Power still flourish. Only ask, and aide will be sent immediately. Once my coronation is concluded and I am settled, I plan on returning to your Kingdom and rekindling our friendship to spark an alliance. My empire has much to offer.

Yours Faithfully,
Anton
Emperor of the Krïdan Empire

[Serretes]

Aastejk International Airport Control Tower.
Like most of the government run services in Krjder, the airport was run like a military organisation. Staff had uniforms and even military ranks. Watchman Pïeter Solvelmau looked at the HD radar screen in front of him, then his com device have the Serretan Message.
"Royal SA-1, you are clear to land." He said.

Down on the ground, next to the runway was a greeting party conducting of the new Küser, Anton VI and the Prime Minister, Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke accompanied by a section of Grenadier Life Guards.

Just Over The Airstrip
The pilot announced for everyone to buckle into their seats and stay seated until he said otherwise. Men did so, awkward armor and weapons on their persons. The plane dropped from the air quickly, all of a sudden hitting the runway and smoothly slowing to a stop. The pilot searched for the correct gate, and when he found it, he steered the ungainly bulk to the correct point on the side of the airplane. Figuring there would be no jet tunnel, he stopped the plane about 50 feet from the crowd of spectators and military personnel, richly dressed in sharp uniforms. He gave the sign for disembarkation, and the men formed ranks and preceded to march out the door and down the steps, large lindenwold shields on their left arms. They formed their own line, facing the Krïdian array. Uhtred stepped from the plane last, dressed similarly and grinning.

“It has been quite some time, Küser.”

[Krjder]

Aastejk International Airport Control Tower.
Like most of the government run services in Krjder, the airport was run like a military organisation. Staff had uniforms and even military ranks. Watchman Pïeter Solvelmau looked at the HD radar screen in front of him, then his com device have the Serretan Message.
"Royal SA-1, you are clear to land." He said.

Down on the ground, next to the runway was a greeting party conducting of the new Küser, Anton VI and the Prime Minister, Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke accompanied by a section of Grenadier Life Guards.

Just Over The Airstrip
The pilot announced for everyone to buckle into their seats and stay seated until he gave said so. Men did so, awkward armor and weapons on their persons. The plane dropped from the air quickly, all of a sudden hitting the runway and smoothly slowing to a stop. The pilot searched for the correct gate, and when he found it, he steered the ungainly bulk to the correct point on the side of the airplane. Figuring there would be no jet tunnel, he stopped the plane about 50 feet from the crowd of spectators and military personnel, richly dressed in sharp uniforms. He gave the sign for disembarkation, and the men formed ranks and preceded to march out the door and down the steps, large lindenwold shields on their left arms. They formed their own line, facing the Krïdian array. Uhtred stepped from the plane last, dressed similarly and grinning.

“It has been quite some time, Küser.”

As the Serretans disembarked, the Grenadiers, wearing a light blue piped red tunic, white trousers, jackboots and silver (gold for the officer) tin mitre helmets, snapped to attention, their rifles with fixed bayonets by their side. The officer stood in front, with much more decoration than the privates, lifted his sword up in front of his face.
"Käder, pråsente wapfeëren!" The Guards too lifted their rifles on front of them.
The Küser stepped forward, he too in an elaborate uniform and a plumed hat.
"It has. Call me Anton." Said the 16 yr old monarch, holding out a soft and manicured hand, his other hand holding his white leather gloves.

[Kidlantis]

Executive Tower, Kidlantis City
"Well, we didn't do it, but at least somebody did." said Lee, who laid back in his black leather office chair, which was in the Situation Room.
"Alright, get rid off all the old assassination plans for Kristaan." said Major General Jacquette Bordelon, taking a bunch of files in manila folders and handing them around to the various military and political leaders at the table.
"Ready, set, rip!" said Lee, who proceeded to rip his file into tiny shreds. The others did the same, throwing the tiny pieces on the floor. The papers inside of the manila folders were classified documents planning the neutralization of the now late Küser Kristaan-Ludwiejke.
"That felt good. Around a half-hour after I find out that he's dead, I'm already forgetting how to pronounce his name." said Lee causing a small laugh.
"Worst news is right now that we need to create more assassination plans for Anton." said NPSS Director Krell van Hojenjurg, causing several people to groan.
"We don't have to assassinate him. we can mold him." said General Bordelon, who was interrupted by Supreme Senator Wilhelm Restofanz rolling his wheelchair into the room, carrying a computer with him.
"Here, Lee, these two E-mails came in on your laptop. It's a good thing I noticed, as I doubt the senders expected you to be down here, partying with champagne and about to have an orgy!" said Restofanz, obviously disgruntled.
"Well, I doubt they expected a wheelchair-bound Nazi to check them!" Lee said, annoyed by the man's snide behavior.
Restofanz was wheelchair-bound for two months following a bad toe infection that turned worse. The embarrassing incident shifted the possibility for Restofanz to win the fascist party primary away, and towards the previous candidate, Red Tyopen.
Lee felt better having his computer down here. For some reason, it just made him feel safer. He checked his E-mail inbox and clicked on the first one.

Very Important!
Attention Xavier Lee! You are going to inherit a large Victorian mansion in Hefut. All I need, as a lawyer is 1000 Mudanvars to prove you inheritance!

Lee marked it as spam and moved onto the next one.

To: Pazanian Government
From: FreeWill, Krjder Opsbase
Encryption: HIGH

Greetings,
Recently, the Küser was killed, albeit slightly violently by a member of my cell. Naturally, my group has been hunted down like animals. Half of my cell are dead. I have 14 men left. 11 are imprisoned. I ask you, Krjder's enemy to hide us in your country. I'm sure we are heroes in anti-Krïdan nations.

Lee shivered as he read the E-mail. Although these men were seen as heroes in New Pazania now, he felt wary about letting violent anarchists into his country. He already had genocidal insurgents demanding independence for their island, violent laissez-faire terrorists, and insane extreme Catholic militants running around, he didn't need anarchists. Quickly thinking of an idea, Lee began to type.
To: FreeWill
From: President Xavier Lee
Encryption: MAXIMUM
In the recent hours, one of your members has killed a much hated leader who killed many people. We congratulate you on this. However, I am wary of letting violent anarchists into New Pazania. However, I have determined to let you in. Here are your instructions.
1. Lay low. Stay out of the public eye.
2. Get to Aastejik, and be careful about it.
3. Once our envoy to Krjder has arrived for the coronation/funeral, there will be large amounts of NPSS agents surrounding our car. When in Aastejik, try to disguise your face and buy a suit and bring a revolver. Keep it concealed.
4. When the supreme councilor's car passes by, try to be discreet and move in with the blob of Pazanian agents. If any Krïdans are suspicous, then our agents will signal to them that you're NPSS agents.
5. During the night, you will secretly be trucked to the Pazania 1. You will be in the cargo hold. It will be uncomfortable but safe. On the ride back you will be given heating and oxygen.
6. On the way back we will stop at Yünbrad, a Pazanian colony. You will be let off there. You will hide in the city of Dalekensbörg until we can find a way to keep you safe.
Lee pressed the send button before Restofanz gave him a paper with the emblem of Krjder on it. Lee read it and responded.

TO:Küserjikh of Krjder
FROM:Federation of New Pazania
ENCRYPTION:MINIMUM

Greetings,
My name is President Xavier Lee of the Federation of New Pazania. I was born August 6, 1968, and I am about to celebrate my 46th birthday this August. Like most Pazanians, I didn't have access to early education because of the civil war and the terrible government spending all of its money on itself. The moment I got out of high school, I started working at a diner as a waiter to pay for college. When I got out of college, I decided to join the Pazanian People's Air Force. I've shot down at least 5 bombers en route to Kidlantis City for bombing raids alone, shot down several fighter and attack aircraft on the frontlines of the 1995 War, and been shot down twice, once over an enemy that was in no-man's land town that had been recently destroyed by bombing and the Rotororandan's scorched earth policy. It's horrible, I had to survive for two days off of the remains of food left in the town until our forces managed to get in the area. I've seen how horrible total war can be. That being said, I want you to think of the children. Think of all the children that were killed by your killings of migrants and bombings and invasions, all at the expense of one country that already has too much. The nation that whenever other countries want them to stop their oppression, they slink into their holes and beg for diplomacy they refuse to use when faced with weaker nations. That nation is your nation, Mr. Prime Minister. If you take into consideration all the deaths the late Küser caused, he really seems to be a terrible, horrible person. Don't think we don't know about your little genocide program, Mr. Prime minister.

All that being said, I have decided to send one of my lesser colleagues to Krjder for the coronation and funeral. Supreme Councilor Steven Nosteneven will be there shortly. Expect there to be large amounts of NPSS security, especially because of recent violence aimed at Pazanians.

[Krjder]

FreeWill Opsbase, Krjder
"Chrysel!" Whispered a sentry at the window of the apartment block.
"What?" Replied Chrysel, packing up his computers.
"The Constabs are here!"
"Wha-? How many?"
"Two riot vans of around 22 Personell each, five police cars and-"
Chrysel looked over to where the sentry was. The sentry silently slid to the floor, leaving a blood smear on the wall. Chrysel dived for the floor and took his Glock Pistol and gasmask from a concealed draw. He knew how Krïdan Riot Constabulary operated, using silenced rifles and snipers to pick of sentries, firing at the same time is that the others can't raise the alarm. Then, they fire grenades of tear gas or worse into the house and either arrest or kill those remaning. Chrysel cursed. Of all the places, and he gets sent to Krjder. Being sent to Krjder was a sigh that the organisation didn't like you and wanted to get rid of you.

Suddenly, his radio crackled.
"Chrysel! What the fuck? There's fucking blood everywhere! Everyone's dead!" Shouted a distressed Freddie Quertil.
"Shh! It's the Constabs, they know we are here. Keep low. Try and ambush them." Replied Chrysel, taking a knife also from the draw. Then, a huge splintering bang ripped through the building, followed by people shouting in Krïdan. Then silence. A small canister rolled into the room. Chrysel stared at it, perplexed. BANG! It exploded, sending thousands of metal balls flying, bouncing off the walls and ripping through anything exposed. Chrysel, behind the desk was unscathed save for his hand. The dead sentry had been torn to shreds, as had everything else.

Chrysel gripped his pistol firmly as a Constable walked in, fully kitted out in black combats, grey combat boots, tactical vest and helmet, clutching his KLOSCH SB Assault Rifle. Chrysel jumped, and stabbed the Constable. But with bad effect. He hadn't thrusted hard enough, and the knife was just sticking out of the vest. Chrysel was on the floor, looking down the barrel belonging to an angry Constable.

Nokküschlecht Palace, Seat of the Imperial Parliament, Aastejk
Anton IV stared into space. Anton had been attending the monthly and emergency meetings of the Imperial Parliament ever since he was 6, because he was the Grand Duke of Könjinslargen. And now he was the Küser. He watched as ministers spoke and argued, how they clutched their papers. He zoned into the Prime Minister.
"So the good news is that the Pazanians are coming, finally they can see what Krjder is really like. Bad news, they are going to use the new monarch to gain influence here and then probably make us pay for whatever they don't like."
Anton looked at the Prime Minister.
"I will now write to Xavier Lee."

OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUÉ OF THE KRÏDAN EMPIRE
OFFIZÏÄL KOMMÜNKIKE VIJK DE KRÏDAN KÜSERRIJKH

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TO/JE: President Xavier Lee
FROM/AUŻ: Emperor Anton IV of the Krïdan Empire

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Dear President Lee,
As you know, my father was killed brutally by terrorists. Many people abroad see it as a fitting way for him to go, considering what he has supposedly done. I would appreciate if you think about this; you are used to a way of life, your people have a standard of living to uphold. The recession in recent years, whilst it didn't come to Krjder, our exports weren't being bought in the vast quantities they were. So we invaded some rogue nations who had good resources.

But I am not talking to you about that. No. I am a new monarch and I want to start things new. There are things I will change, others I won't. But, I want to talk with you personally. I want to sit and talk, go over our differences and resolve what we can. My father meant well for Krjder and his allies, I would go counting the dead on his hands. There are many dead Krïdans on yours, but I am putting that behind me. Can you put things behind your self?

My father's death has not been easy. Especially when I see people celebrating. How would you feel if your father was killed and people were cheering. Fortunately, our allies have been kind.

I am offering you the hand of peace. It takes two strong men to shake on peace. But equally, I am not afraid to use force against your nation. We have people to avenge.

Signed;
Küser Anton IV

[Bzakstan]

A Message From The Democratic Republic of Bzakstan:

Už Laisvę, Už Pasižymėjimą Už Šlovei!

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TO: Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke & Crown Prince Anton,
Aastejk,
Krjder

FROM: The Liderŭt of Bzakstan's Office,
Jokovich Palace,
Jokovich Boulevard,
Politika District
Jokonov,
Bzakstan

ENCRYPTION: GREEN

URGENCY: HIGH

MESSAGE: My Deepest Sympathies

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Dear Prime Minister Kasimir Jauchk-Katüschke & Crown Prince Anton,

I send you my and my people's deepest sympathy and thoughts in this difficult time for you both and the glorious nation of Krjder. In Bzakstan. we have declared a day of mourning in memory of your late Küser. Although no words can describe the grief you and the people are going through, I hope that I would be able to attend the funeral and coronation as a sign of respect. As a gesture, we have sent, as is customary in our culture, a marble statue of the late Küser, to represent his place in history, and a cart full of flowers, to represent the fact that life still goes on. I hope you will like the gifts and hope to see you both at the funeral and coronation.

Yours Sincerely,
The Liderŭt of Bzakstan, Vladimir Jokovich