Diplomatic Opening of the Imperial Palace [OPEN]

[United Ameritania]

Pendragon News Network
"In Recent news, His Majesty, Emperor Schreiber announced in a recent Press Conference that the Imperial Capital would become open to Diplomatic Communication from the International community as soon as possible. This, as many would assume, is an out reach from the Ameritanian Government to allow it's self to become more involved in world affairs. -Ran Dather, Pendragon News Network

Emperor Schreiber awaited at the Main Entrance to the Palace, near the Courtyard, pacing back and forth, waiting for his servants to set up the Helipads for Visitors. Behind him, his Sister, Grand Duchess of North Königsland approached, asking "Brother, are you sure this will work ?" she asked, as he turned around. "Well, after all those Small Fiefdoms we've Integrated into our Land, someone must've taken notice to our "Speedy" Expansion." She sighed, saying halfheartedly, "You really need a..wife, someone to bear your Children" He sighed, speaking in a low tone, "You think I haven't thought of that ? I'm very uncertain of who will, if ever." She rolled her eyes, "Uncertain as ever, Hans." She walked back inside, making her way into the palace. The servants had Finished with the Construction of the Helipads. As 4 Imperial Guardsmen stood next to him 2 on each side, he mumbled something to himself, before Observing the sky, as Aircraft made their way.

Le rules:
- Human Only
-Nein keelings und murder
-havings of fun.

[Vangaziland]

"It's looking pretty empty from up here." The pilot from the Vannish UH-60 Blackhawk helicopter spoke into the radio. All of the crew members and passengers, whose helmets were connected to the system, could hear him.

"That's just because we are one of the first", retorted the co-pilot immediately.

"I can see the helipads down there", Prince Fritz Vang called out excitedly.

"Ground guys always get excited over stuff they can see from up here", said the pilot in a joking tone. Normally one would joke around with a Royal. But Prince Vang was a current Army officer, a major recently promoted from his controversial Infantry Company Commander role. He finally got put behind a desk.

"Fly boys always act like they're flying subways" joked Prince Vang, referring to their seeming lack of enjoyment with flying him around. "Motivation, gentlemen... Get some."

"We are flying a subway, sir", joked the co-pilot. "Only one car though, that's what makes it boring."

The Vannish Emperor sent his son, Prince Fritjof 'Fritz' Vang to discuss foreign relations and to lay the groundwork for future success. Vangaziland was quickly becoming an isolated nation. The Vannish were in the process of starting a new embassy complex in the old corner of downtown Vangaziland.

After circling the courtyard, the helicopter came in for a quick landing, kicking up dust as its large blades threw down a choppy patch of air that tossed grasses from side to side, with a battering noise that echoed far away.

Prince Vang took his helmet off, adjusted his shirt, put on a suit jacket he had hanging and strapped to the wall to prevent wrinkles, and climbed out the door. The Blackhawk had a slightly awkward side door. It made his exit a little less graceful than some state helicopters. But Prince Fritz was a military man first and foremost.

An attaché was next to climb out, he wore his jacket during the flight and now it looked a little messy after riding with a seatbelt and everything. Carl Bunberg was the only person accompanying Prince Vang. This was his first diplomatic mission.

Soon a welcome party started to arrive. The Prince walked towards them with his hand out for a handshake.

[New Aeyariss]

*** Pendragon

The same moment an enormous "Sumite" helicopter as it was commonly know by it's nickname, being Nihonese licence built version of Wolf Armaments "Kondor" helicopter touched the ground, slowly landing among the echoes of rotors which slowly came to a halt. First to leave it were two men dressed in more ceremonial military uniforms, still with a Type 300 SMGs by their side ready to be deployed at any time. While the Gunjitai - the infamous Nihonese intelligence agency did not suspect any trouble to occur on this night, Shogun was taking no chances. He knew well enough that he has many enemies and was not interested in allowing them to get him. The advance team of two Gunjitai bodyguards quickly checked the landing pad, checking every corner and ensuring that no threats were present. Then they came back and hit with an open palm the board of the helicopter twice.

Shogun's theme

From the inside of the helicopter stepped four more agents, which quickly assumed box formation around the helicopter. Moments later a well known man stepped out of the helicopter. His uniform was beautifully ornamented and there was an enormous katana hear his waist.

He turned his eyes, looking with interest around. Still, not even a single muscle moved on his face. On his signal the Gunjitai security team assumed closed box formation as he walked towards the entrance. Maki Kojiro, the world known Shogun of Nihon has arrived.

[Neo Nakano]

Flying in a Kawasaki OH-1, custom to escort missions of higher Nakano officials, Prime Minister Hiroto Akiyama remarked inwardly about the beauty of the Imperial palace, but he quickly snapped himself back into shape. He wasn't here to see sights, he was here to make friends.

The pilot landed close to the Vangaziland convoy, giving the Minister a chance to quickly enter the conversation. When they touched ground near the courtyard, Hiroto handed the pilot couple thousand Yen. "Don't spend it all in one place", he muttered.

Hiroto began to notice the crowding occurring near the young Prince. The Minister turned next to his sole bodyguard and said flatly "We're making friends today."

[United Ameritania]

Hans observed the Helicopters land, smiling, adjusting his Long hair, and walking towards the Helipad to greet them all. The Head Guardsman among the 4 of them looked at Emperor Schreiber, he nodded, as they Holstered their Modified Stark-59 Submachine guns, Un holstering their Dark, yet Gold Trimmed Ceremonial Staffs, Bowing on their Knees, staffs in hand, while Emperor Schreiber stood among them grinning.

[Neo Nakano]

Hiroto walked calmly towards the Emperor. He had one chance to make a good impression. He met eyes with the man, and reached into his suit jacket. This did not cause a good stir with the security detail.

"Halt!" one shouted. The welcoming party, as well as the other guests, quickly turned their heads towards him.

With a weak grin, one of shattered confidence, he pulled a bottle of personal Sake out of his pocket.

[United Ameritania]

He smiled, walking closer, and saying "Welcome to the Palace." Noticing his weak grin, he then would proceed to say, "Don't worry, I'll tell the guards to lay off."

[Neo Nakano]

Hiroto's grin smile subtly transformed into one of genuine humor.

"I can not say I blame them. Good Sake can take off more heads than the best gun", he remarked.

[Vangaziland]

It was still a little noisy for words, since a flurry of helicopters came right after the Vannish one started to lift back into the sky. The Emperor had stood there, waiting for the noise to quiet down apparently. Soon Prince Vang and his escort were right near the Emperor and his guards.

The delegate from another place was first to approach, cutting the Prince off and being halted by the guards. After the Emperor smiled and talked to the guards, the Prince approached.

He tilted his head forward to the Emperor, not formally a bow, but a sign of respect upon the initial meeting. "Your majesty, I am Prince Vang, son of the Emperor of Vangaziland. I'm here to witness the opening of your new palace."

The air was still echoing with the sound of rotor blades chopping back and forth. Conversations could be heard, especially if one spoke a little louder than normal as Prince Vang had.

Prince Vang looked around at the other delegations, briefly making eye contact with the others.

[New Aeyariss]

OOC: If you do not mind, post a little slower . Not denying you fun, just want to ensure we all will have time to respond.

At the same point the Emperor was approached by yet another guest. Maki Kojiro was walking towards him with almost iron face, showing no emotion that could be recognized. Technically while Shogun was a lower rank than Emperor, Maki felt need only for a simple bow to show him respect. He would kneel only in front of Nihonese monarch, never before foreign one. Still he felt need to show respect.

"Konbanwa" he said in traditional Nihonese with almost emotionless voice "It is an honour to meet you here today. I guess you already know who I am. And I am honoured to meet a representative of yet another Asiatic nation, Hiroto - san" he slowly looked at the prime minister.

Yet, everybody knew what Nihon was. Nihon was not land of Kawaii and Anime - it was land of Bushido and merciless honour in life and death. Nihonese were warrior culture, one where biggest glory was brought by death on the battlefield. In the eyes of Kojiro they could see Nihon personified; the Shogun was exactly what the warrior's way portrayed. Man who feared nothing, yet was polite and loyal.

[Neo Nakano]

Hiroto's spirited grin relaxed, and sank into the blank, emotionless stare he regarded fellow Asians with. He bowed towards his steel-faced counterpart.

"Konibawa, my friend, " he spoke. " Fighting a good fight?"

[United Ameritania]

"Well, I can personally vouch for that, though, I see you've arrived here, so I assume that you've received the Invitation." He said, motioning his guards to make their way back inside. He faced the Shogun, saying "No need to Bow, I believe you too have gotten the Invite."

[United Ameritania]

OOC: If you do not mind, post a little slower . Not denying you fun, just want to ensure we all will have time to respond.

At the same point the Emperor was approached by yet another guest. Maki Kojiro was walking towards him with almost iron face, showing no emotion that could be recognized. Technically while Shogun was a lower rank than Emperor, Maki felt need only for a simple bow to show him respect. He would kneel only in front of Nihonese monarch, never before foreign one. Still he felt need to show respect.

"Konbanwa" he said in traditional Nihonese with almost emotionless voice "It is an honour to meet you here today. I guess you already know who I am. And I am honoured to meet a representative of yet another Asiatic nation, Hiroto - san" he slowly looked at the prime minister.

Yet, everybody knew what Nihon was. Nihon was not land of Kawaii and Anime - it was land of Bushido and merciless honour in life and death. Nihonese were warrior culture, one where biggest glory was brought by death on the battlefield. In the eyes of Kojiro they could see Nihon personified; the Shogun was exactly what the warrior's way portrayed. Man who feared nothing, yet was polite and loyal.

OOC: I'm currently on a phone, so forgive me if I'm a bit Slow, or too quick.

[Neo Nakano]

"Indeed", Hiroto replied. "As a newer nation ourselves, alliances and friendship must be made quickly, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Kojiro, if I may address you so?"

[New Aeyariss]

OOC: I actually meant you post slower . Posting quickly denies the people time to respond. Also, about Maki Kojiro you can read here.

"Only strong are capable of showing honour" smiled a bit the Shogun, turning around a bit, then he continued in calm and relaxed voice "You deserve respect, Schreiber - Sama because of your rank. I know it simply, yet I am not your subject. Technically that is what has to be explained" he said with his eyes almost unmoving "Showing respect is not a dishonour."

He then turned to the prime minister of Nakano:

"You know, in those dark times, we Asians have to keep together" he said "Tough I admit Hiroto - san, that Gunjitai has not briefed me much on your nation. I heard you have similar culture to us, but I do not really know many details."

[United Ameritania]

A Servant walked up to the Helipad, Nodding towards the Emperor, running back to the Palace. "It appears the Dining Room is ready, would you all follow me ?" He asked, looking at the Three of them.

[Neo Nakano]

Minister Hiroto's good spirits returned, a small grim formed at the chance to spread the history of his nation.

"I'll be happy to give you the story of Nakano over our host's most likely delicious meal, once more guests arrive, of course"

[United Ameritania]

OOC: I assume we wait for more people to join the RP ?

[New Aeyariss]

The shogun took a slow look, then said simply:

"Then please let's head there." he smiled, gesturing his protection detail to assume closed box formation. Each of those men, while wearing ceremonial uniforms was trained by Special Forces units belonging to Gunjitai; they were force to be counted with. Not like Shogun believed he can encounter threat here, but he preferred to be ready.

Everybody who read Kojiro's biography even once knew that he was former commander of Gunjitai aka Section 2 of General Headquarters - infamous military intelligence of Nihon. They said that there are two groups you have to fear in Nihon; Yakuza and Military Intelligence. Second one was worst and everybody knew that behind that mask of calm old man hides a cunning strategist and well versed player who treated the politics as chess game... and was very good at it.

OOC: I believe we may proceed. More people will just enter the dinning hall, I think.

[Neo Nakano]

Feeling confident about the upcoming diplomatic session, Hiroto and his bodyguard proceeded into the building, Hiroto with his hands behind his back in an at-ease formation, much like he conducted himself during his time as a member of the Shihai-Tekina Chikara, or Prevailing force militias.

[Vangaziland]

Prince Fritz gave his attaché a look. The look was returned. It had been good seeing the two Asian cultures interact. Yet from a Vannish viewpoint, it could almost be seen as insulting.

The Vannish were from a country where Viking explorers merged cultures with African explorers and mixed things up. About two hundred and fifty years later, they had evolved beyond the stigma of race. Everyone was Vannish.

Of course Vangaziland did have different races, especially among emigrated populations. But to them, talk of one race 'sticking together' was unlike anything that they knew.

The Vannish media didn't poision the masses with confusion about race.

Yet of course, these two nations sharing that background was a good thing, as well as a positive experience for Prince Fritjof to witness.

Fritz, of course, came with no guards. His escort carried a simple handgun that had never been fired.

They followed the group inside the building.

[United Ameritania]

"Alright, then." He said, leading them on towards the Entrance, and then inside. The Chamber contained a Dual Staircase stretching out from a Balcony, Marble walls all around, with Two Statues of a Man standing on top of a Rock, wearing Knight's Armor. As they made their way up the Stair Case, Paintings of Past Leaders, such as Emperor Phillip II, and Emperor Adolphus the Great. The hallway leading from the Balcony had 3 Guardsmen on a each side, then, Splitting into Another hallway, on one end, a Large Dining Room, on the other, a Room with a Fountain in the Center, and a Collection of Rifles and Swords collected from all over the Continent. They turned Right, towards the Dining Room. The Room contained a Table with Furnished Chairs, made from the Finest Wood. "Well, the Chefs will be bringing the Meals soon, for now, we can discuss matters."

[Neo Nakano]

Hitoro entered the room, being sure to observe each and every nuance of the spread before him. He needed to understand his counterparts, to be like them. He needed this, a failure would be a nail in a coffin to his career.

He stood momentarily, and put tactfully "I can only believe that there is more so an elegant meal then our surroundings."

[New Aeyariss]

"Well then" smiled the Nihonese shogun looking at the Emperor "Allow me, please to present you a gift, Schreiber - Sama"

One of his security detail members handled him a wooden box, which Shogun quickly opened. Inside was a well ornamented Nihonese katana alongside traditional wooden saya. The shogun took it up, looked at it again, and put it into the saya, then given to the Emperor:

"A katana sword from Murakami forges" he looked straight into eyes of the emperor "Murakamis always made best swords in Nihon" the shogun gazed straight into his eyes "Let that sword be a reminder for you, Schreiber - sama, of ideas you should always upkeep. Let it be a reminder of the fact that you as head of state have to be father to your people. They are your highest good, and treat them like your own children. And finally, that as your people you have divine duty to protect them."

The shogun handed him the sword and sat back. However there was something strange about this man. Everyone was all the time feeling some strange look observing them. Shogun was analysing them, reading every move with cold eye of professional intelligence officer, assembling a picture and characteristic of every of them in his mind... and thinking.

Everybody knew that Shogun was idealist. Man who would give his life for Nihon without a thought. Yet people knew that he was person who - as intelligence officer - was watchful and careful, and extremely manipulative to his enemies....

[United Ameritania]

"Thank you, Shogun Kojiro, I wish I could find a way to express my Gratitude." He smilled, taking a seat with the other Leaders. Minutes later, Servants holding platters and Bowls made their way to the table, placing them down. They contained Traditional Gourmet dishes, such as Asparagus with Hollandaise sauce and Potatoes, Würst, seasoned with fine spices, Stews with Vegetables, and Beef, Holsten-style Schnitzel, Yakiniku served with Vegetables and Beer, along with Aged Wine and other Fine Drinks of Far-Eastern origin from his collection of Alcoholic Beverages from all over the globe.