1st UCN Grand Leader's Gala (UCN Only)

[New Wondour]

The UCN is a great and prosperous alliance. Full of nations that work together to bring forward a better world. Even though they argue at times...and sometimes these arguments could spark war but that rarely happened. Overall the UCN was stable, sure there were some nations who did not like each other but as time progressed they came to terms with their coexistence. Inside this alliance was New Wondour, one of the emerging powers inside the region. Curiously the nation still remained to this day, a hereditary monarchy which was ruled by the youngest head of state in the world, the 16 year-old Wilhelm Newmont I...

Belvedere Palace, Vienna, Province of Austria

It was noon, almost evening. The setting sun marked a beautiful mirror image of itself on the reflecting pool near the southermost part of the palace. The insects, prominently butterflies and bees began retreating to their respective hiding places following the signal of the setting sun. This gave space for those noisy bugs of the night. However, the more important part of the garden was that it was perfectly maintained by professional keepers who made sure each plant looked perfect. The keepers were also in charge of maintaining in pristine condition the white roses that covered most of the garden. They were the favorites of the master of the house...Wilhelm Newmont.



Wilhelm took this entire scene and enjoyed it to it's fullest. He knew that this would be the only calm moment for the following evening as he would have guests. Very, very special and important guests. At the moment Wilhelm was simply wearing the inner long sleeved white formal shirt of and pants his ceremonial gown. Which included a coat made out of pristine Vicuña textile, a side cape and pants all made out of the same material. Every time he had to wear the uniform he was always engulfed by a strong sense of pride...and he also remembered his father. But he preferred to keep "that" out of his mind. There were more important things to worry about.

He then proceeded to walk away from the window that looked out into the gardens. As he exited the ballroom which was under preparation for the guests to arrive later in the evening, he spotted a large painting of his father hanging by one of the beautifully decorated walls. He was able to spot a servant and beckoned the young lady. "Have some of the grounds keepers remove that painting from there before the guests arrive tonight." Wilhelm said, sternly.

The young servant looked confused. You see, she had been with the Newmont family for a while. She had served with Edward 2 years before his death. She found it sad Edward's son would just take down his father's portrait like that. "Sir?" She responded confused.

"I want it removed as soon as possible. I'm the master of the house now." As he said this he continued on the direction he was going on before. Did he truly wanted to remove that painting? "No self doubt..." He said to himself as he walked back to his office in the Eastern Wing of the palace. As he sat down...his mind began to race. Was everything ready? Everything needed to be perfect. After all...the guests he had invited to his mansion were the leaders of the United Council of Nations. He needed to show the world famous House Newmont hospitality.

This "world-famous hospitality" was often accompanied by a personalized invitation, sealed with a Wax Seal with the family head's ring. This invitation was then hand delivered by courier. It was expensive, but much more trustworthy than by ordinary mail. Then the invitation was either accepted or rejected. If it was accepted the recipient would travel to the home of the respective Head of the House and the Head would personally welcome each and every one of his guests. Then as the night progressed, the guests were entertained by live music, traditionally performed by the Vienna Philharmonic, although other orchestras could be present. As a matter of fact other orchestras had played in the halls of the Belvedere palace, including: the London Symphony Orchestra (played in 1997 during a party between prominent government officials), and the Prague Symphony Orchestra (played in 2013 celebrating the 59th birthday of Edward III). And finally the party or meeting would end with dinner and a casual talk between the guests and host. And finally the departure ceremony, in where the head of the house made a "thank you" speech and said the final good-bye's to the guests before they departed.

Wilhelm sighed at the thought..."Tradition hmm? This is going to be a long night." He thought to himself.

Earlier in the week, multiple couriers had been dispatched to deliver the invitations to the leaders of the invited countries...well...every single member of the United Council of Nations was invited. The invitation, decorated with the crest of House Newmont, said the following:

Dear, [insert nations leader name here]

I, Wilhelm Newmont, Head of House Newmont and Emperor of the Confederacy of New Wondour would like to cordially invite you to a gran gala that will be held in my home, The Palace of Belvedere, Vienna. As you might have already figured out, there will be rules for this gathering in order to keep the gala organized and civil. First, formal attire is mandatory, this includes companions (and guards) that may come with you. Second, in regards to personal security. House Newmont will employ the services of the world-renowned Legionnaire Mercenaries for outside security. However, security inside the palace and during the gala will be handled by the Imperial Guard. But, if you wish to bring your own security force, the limit number is two. Also, you are allowed to bring up to 5 companions of your choosing. Third and final, I am willing to talk of any kind of diplomatic issue with you. After all, the main goal of this gala is to get to meet ourselves better. I hope to see you there,

Regards, Wilhelm Newmont

[New Deutschlandium]

Southern New Deutschlandian Border Territories, Osterkints Highway

The gunmetal black Mercedes-Benz cascaded down the Osterkints, surrounded by one other armored vehicles, in the front. In the first and rear vehicle, apart from the drivers, were two elite members of the Geheime Polizeidienst, both of which were dressed in ceremonial uniform, with traditional helmets and attire. They each carried a sidearm pistol and a uniform saber. Behind them, in the very back of the vehicle behind thick glass, sat Xavier Hans Dawson, his wife, Liza Belle Dawson, and their seventeen year old son, Luka Klaus.

Xavier pondered to himself quietly. He held more power now than he had ever dreamed of, his regimented attitude dragged him through life, and now to here. With Wehrner handing over the title of Chancellor because of his state Xavier now had to relinquish his title of Generalfeldmarshall. He enjoyed his life in the military. Even when he wasn't wearing a medal more than a helmet. Schutze Dawson was a title long lost but not forgotten, he battled his way to military fame through hard, real combat. During the Unification of the East, he was one of the men who took Warsaw back from the radical government that threatened to obliterate the foundation of Deutschlandium, of Deutschland, of Germany.

"Those times are over", he said abruptly, startling his son, his wife was fast asleep against the window. None of them had gotten any sleep since the telegram arrived from the Greater Authority he would be taking Wehrner's place.

His son looked to him and asked, "Father, what is it like in New Wondour? Is it really as wondrous as the name claims? Oh, do you think there will be anyone in this place that I could talk to?"

"Of course, Luka. You always find a name for yourself wherever you go. It's how you work. Anyways, get some rest. We have a long trip ahead of us and an even longer party. Nothing like you go to with your school friends. But you know that."


Belvedere Palace, Province of Austria - New Wondour

The convoy parked itself in the designated zone, and everyone stepped out. The vehicles of course contain emergency firearms and supplies, but only in case of drastic measures and evacuation. Three men stay behind with the cars, three follow the Oberchancellor and his family.

Xavier exited the Benz, and adjusted his collar. He was dressed in the finest military uniform he had, not of which would belong to a leader of a nation, but of a General of an Army. He had many medals strapped and laced evenly on his uniform, and a battered Iron Cross with Oak Leaves on his right side. He stared at the large palace in front of him, and with his family and escort, stepped inside.

[Max Empire]

Ljubljana Police Station, Slovene Administrative Division, Max Empire

"I want this man sent to Trebil Labor camp #36!", Director Joe Stillin yelled at a horror-struck man that was practically huddling into a corner. "Police corruption is what I started destroying and it brought me to where I am today! The fact that you let this happen right under your nose is a disgrace!", He grabbed the Man and threw him at the door. "You know what? You can go too! Take him away!", Some security guards picked him up and dragged him out.

He was just stopping here on his way to Vienna, to attend some gala the boy Emperor of New Wondour was hosting for world leaders. He had hoped to just pass through, but he immediately noticed the subtleties of police corruption, something he had fought against so much during his time as the Coordinator of Law and Order of The Empire. His though stance against it and crime in general was what propelled him to the top and ultimately led to his election as Director during the leader negotiations.

He wasn't going to soften up on those things now. He had lost an eye fighting police corruption and he had plenty of other scars to show for it. These corrupt men could repay the nation by working at the labor camps in the desert until their sentence was served. Which would be never. He expected them to work for over 50 years and eventually die of old age inside the camps.

The Director turned to the head of his security detachment. "Get somebody responsible to replace that disgusting thing as police chief of the city. I'll be traveling alone with the driver as usual.", The head nodded and left the room to follow the others. The director took a deep breath. It was time to leave. He followed the man outside and got into the car next to the driver.

"Ready to go Director?", The old driver asked him as he adjusted the rear view mirror.

"Ready when you are Alp.", He replied in a far more informal tone as the man.

"As you say.", The cliché armored black vehicle drove away as they began talking about more mundane things.


Belvedere Palace, Province of Austria, Confederacy of New Wondour

"So he actually jumped?", The Driver asked the Director as he finished recalling one time he caught a corrupt policeman who was dealing with some drug dealers.

"He sure did. 7th floor. Straight drop. I don't know what he was thinking though. He wasn't in a good enough condition for the hospital when i got to him. I couldn't even turn him without his insides dropping out. He landed directly over the pointed fence. Nothing could save him anymore. Not the money, not the drugs and certainly not his smuggler friends. I got them all over the course of the next two weeks anyway, but he....He was done for. Nothing could be done for him anymore. I just put him out of his misery.", The Director replied with a grim look on his face.

"Well, he deserved it. it's just another example of how you destroyed the rampant police corruption in The Empire. Anyway, we're here....", Alp said with a laugh.

"I'm not going to enjoy this at all. I'll see you in a couple of hours.", The Director said as he opened the car door and made his way to the entrance of the building alone.

[Armed Nation of Apocalypse Believers]

En Route to the Gala, Classified Location

"This is UMC Flight 1 requesting permission to land in Vienna. Be advised that we're carrying the President and Vice President of Armed Nation on board."

[New Wondour]

En Route to the Gala, Classified Location

"This is UMC Flight 1 requesting permission to land in Vienna. Be advised that we're carrying the President and Vice President of Armed Nation on board."

Vienna International Airport, Control Tower

After a short silence, static signaled the control tower's response. "Copy that, UMC Flight 1. Runway is clear for landing." After this the airplane carrying The Armed Nation's officials landed safely on one of the landing runways. Then the airplane was leaded by airport officials to a nearby hangar. As the airplane parked a motorcade of black armored SUV's arrived at the hangar in unison. From one of the SUV's, the one in the middle, emerged a tall slim man. He had long messy black hair, blue eyes and had a smile on his face...a smile that some might even consider outright creepy. The man was also wearing a bright orange and white suit, together with equally bright orange shoes. As the officials exited the airplane, he began to wave at them.

[Armed Nation of Apocalypse Believers]

At Vienna Internation Airport

"Madam President and Vice President, I know you're new to our way of operating, but we step out first. Don't worry, the rest of Alpha Team is on perimeter to guard the plane. Alright, perimeter is secure. We'll walk you down." A man and 3 women then walked down the steps of the ramp. Two people walk ahead of the two women that are halfway down the steps. "Ah, Mr. Head of Security. Pleasure to meet you. I'm 001, Commander of Alpha Team and this here is 097, my second in command and the other member of the security detail. We only brought Alpha Team to keep the aircraft secure. Any supplies that are going onto the plane will be loaded by either a member of Alpha or by the plane's crew. 097 and I are the only ones going with the President and Vice President to the gala. After all, your leader never said anything about protection for the transportation to the country. IN the event things go sideways, I wish for some extraction vehicles to be available to the unit. You can understand why I ask this, as I know that two professional soldiers dressed as security can't extract two leaders on their own." 001 says before giving off an extremely creepy smile filled with his regular teeth turned into shark teeth. The Head of Security also sees that 097 has the same smile.

[New Wondour]

At Vienna Internation Airport

"Madam President and Vice President, I know you're new to our way of operating, but we step out first. Don't worry, the rest of Alpha Team is on perimeter to guard the plane. Alright, perimeter is secure. We'll walk you down." A man and 3 women then walked down the steps of the ramp. Two people walk ahead of the two women that are halfway down the steps. "Ah, Mr. Head of Security. Pleasure to meet you. I'm 001, Commander of Alpha Team and this here is 097, my second in command and the other member of the security detail. We only brought Alpha Team to keep the aircraft secure. Any supplies that are going onto the plane will be loaded by either a member of Alpha or by the plane's crew. 097 and I are the only ones going with the President and Vice President to the gala. After all, your leader never said anything about protection for the transportation to the country. IN the event things go sideways, I wish for some extraction vehicles to be available to the unit. You can understand why I ask this, as I know that two professional soldiers dressed as security can't extract two leaders on their own." 001 says before giving off an extremely creepy smile filled with his regular teeth turned into shark teeth. The Head of Security also sees that 097 has the same smile.

Phillip looked at the two men. He then proceeded to walk in-between them, without saying a word. He approached both the president and vice-president, keeping a respectable distance. "Welcome, to New Wondour. I have been tasked by my little brother to bring you to his humble home. And, to start introductions, my name is Phillip." After he said this, he smiled, revealing his odd, pointed teeth.

Meanwhile, at Belvedere Mansion

The leaders continued to wait outside, but where suddenly startled by a tall man in a very beautiful black suit who came out of the mansion through the front door. "Ladies and gentlemen, if you follow me. Master Newmont awaits your arrival." The tall man then made a short bow before opening the door so the guests could enter.

[The Democratic Soviet Union]

Moscow, Soviet Union

At Moscow Internatinonal, one of the main runways had been cleared. Air traffic became slow that day, but anything to allow maximum efficiency to the President. Soyuz Odin, the Presidential Airliner, was fuled up and ready to fly to Vienna. Outside the Airport, a black motorcade pulled up. The crowd of people waiting to get on their planes cheered as President Natalia Poklonskaya emerged from the limo. With the exception of security guards, she was completely exposed. It showed her immense trust in the people, and it was why they trusted her. She smiled, waved, and shook hands as she walked forward into the airport. Dressed in her typical Prosecutor General's uniform which she refused to stop wearing even after being elected President, she walked through the airport greeting people while going to her plane. Her motherly qualities showed as she spoke with a mother and held the woman's small child before finally leaving. Her popularity amongst the people could be seen everywhere she went, so long as she was not going to a Communist Party meeting.

While finally stepping onto her plane, she was ready for her first flight to New Wondour. She had long dreamed of traveling to Austria and Switzerland and taking in the great scene. It was why she somewhat regretted that she had to return to Moscow immediately after the gala was over. Natalia stepped into her private quarters on the plane and threw herself onto the bed, finally relaxing. It had been a long day.

In the Air

The plane was nearing its destination, Vienna International. It would be 20 minutes before they landed, and Natalia was almost ready for the evening. She refused to allow assistants to deal with her appearance, so it took a bit longer to get ready for events like this. Nevertheless, she dawned a fine black evening gown and high heels. She was dressed in the finest way she could think.

As the plane made contact with the control tower in Vienna, Natalia alongside no one but the two guards she was permitted, were ready.

[New Wondour]

Moscow, Soviet Union

At Moscow Internatinonal, one of the main runways had been cleared. Air traffic became slow that day, but anything to allow maximum efficiency to the President. Soyuz Odin, the Presidential Airliner, was fuled up and ready to fly to Vienna. Outside the Airport, a black motorcade pulled up. The crowd of people waiting to get on their planes cheered as President Natalia Poklonskaya emerged from the limo. With the exception of security guards, she was completely exposed. It showed her immense trust in the people, and it was why they trusted her. She smiled, waved, and shook hands as she walked forward into the airport. Dressed in her typical Prosecutor General's uniform which she refused to stop wearing even after being elected President, she walked through the airport greeting people while going to her plane. Her motherly qualities showed as she spoke with a mother and held the woman's small child before finally leaving. Her popularity amongst the people could be seen everywhere she went, so long as she was not going to a Communist Party meeting.

While finally stepping onto her plane, she was ready for her first flight to New Wondour. She had long dreamed of traveling to Austria and Switzerland and taking in the great scene. It was why she somewhat regretted that she had to return to Moscow immediately after the gala was over. Natalia stepped into her private quarters on the plane and threw herself onto the bed, finally relaxing. It had been a long day.

In the Air

The plane was nearing its destination, Vienna International. It would be 20 minutes before they landed, and Natalia was almost ready for the evening. She refused to allow assistants to deal with her appearance, so it took a bit longer to get ready for events like this. Nevertheless, she dawned a fine black evening gown and high heels. She was dressed in the finest way she could think.

As the plane made contact with the control tower in Vienna, Natalia alongside no one but the two guards she was permitted, were ready.

Replying to the Russian presidential plane, a Russian speaking communications officer responded leading the airplane to land on one of the runways of the airport. Then the airplane was ordered to park in one of the warehouses inside the airport. As the airplane parked a motorcade composed of 6 vehicles, one of which was a large SUV with a minigun mounted on the top. From the middle vehicle emerged a man, he was almost 7 feet tall and was in his late forties. He was also smoking a cigar which as he approached the airplane threw it away. The man was wearing a green uniform with the rank plaque of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Armed Forces. Guarding the outside of the warehouse were a few Legionnaire mercenaries as well.

[The Democratic Soviet Union]

Replying to the Russian presidential plane, a Russian speaking communications officer responded leading the airplane to land on one of the runways of the airport. Then the airplane was ordered to park in one of the warehouses inside the airport. As the airplane parked a motorcade composed of 6 vehicles, one of which was a large SUV with a minigun mounted on the top. From the middle vehicle emerged a man, he was almost 7 feet tall and was in his late forties. He was also smoking a cigar which as he approached the airplane threw it away. The man was wearing a green uniform with the rank plaque of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Armed Forces. Guarding the outside of the warehouse were a few Legionnaire mercenaries as well.

Soyuz Odin was a modified Boeing 747 that had been purchased by the Soviet government and constructed to be one of the toughest aircraft in the world. It was a mostly white plane with Red markings. On the tail fin, there was a large hammer and sickle, and below it the flag of the Soviet Union. Across the side in large bold letters was "СССРД" or the abbreviation for USDSR in Russian.

As the door of the side of the plane opened, the first to step out were the Presidential guards. Dressed in black suits and ties and bearing Hammer and Sickle lapel pins, they were unmistakably the Soviet Secret Service. After they stepped out, they took positions guarding the bottom of the steps. President Poklonskaya then stepped out from the plane herself and walked down the stairs. She approached the man in the military uniform.

[New Wondour]

Replying to the Russian presidential plane, a Russian speaking communications officer responded leading the airplane to land on one of the runways of the airport. Then the airplane was ordered to park in one of the warehouses inside the airport. As the airplane parked a motorcade composed of 6 vehicles, one of which was a large SUV with a minigun mounted on the top. From the middle vehicle emerged a man, he was almost 7 feet tall and was in his late forties. He was also smoking a cigar which as he approached the airplane threw it away. The man was wearing a green uniform with the rank plaque of the Supreme Commander of the Imperial Armed Forces. Guarding the outside of the warehouse were a few Legionnaire mercenaries as well.

Soyuz Odin was a modified Boeing 747 that had been purchased by the Soviet government and constructed to be one of the toughest aircraft in the world. It was a mostly white plane with Red markings. On the tail fin, there was a large hammer and sickle, and below it the flag of the Soviet Union. Across the side in large bold letters was "СССРД" or the abbreviation for USDSR in Russian.

As the door of the side of the plane opened, the first to step out were the Presidential guards. Dressed in black suits and ties and bearing Hammer and Sickle lapel pins, they were unmistakably the Soviet Secret Service. After they stepped out, they took positions guarding the bottom of the steps. President Poklonskaya then stepped out from the plane herself and walked down the stairs. She approached the man in the military uniform.

The man made a short brief bow. "Welcome to New Wondour president Poklonskaya, my name is Sven Stahl. I have been tasked by the Emperor to escort you to his home." As he said this walked toward one of the SUV's and opened the door for the president.

[Armed Nation of Apocalypse Believers]

At the Gala

The ANAB escort arrives at the gala. "Wow, I didn't expect the place to be this nice. I was expecting more along the lines of a nice event with just others looking fancy enough, but this is a lot better than I thought." the president said as they exited the car. "Ma'am. I know that you have a habit of speaking your mind but please do refrain from doing so in order to not accidentally aggravate our gracious hosts." says 001. "Thanks for the ride Phillip." says the two other women as they get out of the car.

[New Wondour]

At the Gala

The ANAB escort arrives at the gala. "Wow, I didn't expect the place to be this nice. I was expecting more along the lines of a nice event with just others looking fancy enough, but this is a lot better than I thought." the president said as they exited the car. "Ma'am. I know that you have a habit of speaking your mind but please do refrain from doing so in order to not accidentally aggravate our gracious hosts." says 001. "Thanks for the ride Phillip." says the two other women as they get out of the car.

Phillip exited together with the two leaders. "Why, no worries. We don't feel offended at all. I have never stood with the "don't speak your mind" thing...I find it restricting. After all...this is Newmont hospitality." As he continued his voice got lower...as if he were angry about something. "Especially...when my little brother handles things." He suddenly returned to his normal tone and went ahead of the officials to open the door to the welcoming room of the house. "Here we are, welcome to Belvedere."

[Neue Rheinland]

Frankfurt am Main,Frankfurt Airport

It was a busy day at the Frankfurt Airport,as it always is.Especially now on the weekends when people like to take holidays.
Nevertheless,orders were given to secure a runway for the president immediately.
As President Karl got out of his Car,a guard approached to him:

"Sir,a runway was secured but we are still waiting for your plane to get on it.It should arrive shortly."

"No problem"

It didn't arrive shortly.It had to refuel.

Airspace over Vienna International

"This is NRL Hannover calling Vienna Airport Control Tower,I repeat this is NRL Hannover calling Vienna Airport Control Tower.We ask for permission to land.We are transporting New Rhinelands' president Karl Kraft."

[The Federal United Republic]

En route to Vienna, secret location[b]
The black Rolls Royce gilded smoothly down the roads, attracting large amounts of people as it did so; behind it was a large Federal SWAT truck, keeping guard of no other then Dicator Max Johnson. He was slightly anxious about the time,"Butler?" He said, "We are on time right?"
"Yes sir" Came the accentless voice from the drivers seat.
Johnson was a very anxious man, he always loved get get to place VERY early.

[b] AT THE GALA
As Max strolled in through the door, accompanied by 5 bodyguards from the SWAT team. He was greeted by several leaders before walking into the ball room. In truth, he hated dancing, and from a child he never saw any logical point in it.

[The Democratic Soviet Union]

The man made a short brief bow. "Welcome to New Wondour president Poklonskaya, my name is Sven Stahl. I have been tasked by the Emperor to escort you to his home." As he said this walked toward one of the SUV's and opened the door for the president.

"Thank you Mr. Stahl." The President replied. She and her guards stepped into their vehicles and began the drive to the home of the Emperor. Vienna was just as beautiful as she had imagined it. Every sight and scene was taken in to the fullest extent as they drove to the palace. Eventually, things got quiet as they approached the Emperor's palace. It was large and architecturally stunning. It reminded Natalia of the Winter Palace in Leningrad. "Monarchs." She thought to herself.

The car pulled to a stop, and a guard opened the door for Natalia. She walked up to the entrance and entered the massive building.

[Anglovania]

Evo City International Airport, Anglovania

Like any other day. Airliners from anglovania and around the world tookoff and landed at the modern 20 year old airport. Flagships carriers fros along with a miz of the two main airlines of anglovania, Quest, and Anglovanian airline system. But across from the vast 2 mile long terminal and the two parallel runways was the military part of the airport. And on the ramp. adjacent to several parked F-15Cs. Was an A350 with the "Republic of Anglovania" embroided along the sides of the fuselage. As well as the Republic of anglovania seal on the tail fin.

[iDear, Erika Roseland

I, Wilhelm Newmont, Head of House Newmont and Emperor of the Confederacy of New Wondour would like to cordially invite you to a gran gala that will be held in my home, The Palace of Belvedere, Vienna. As you might have already figured out, there will be rules for this gathering in order to keep the gala organized and civil. First, formal attire is mandatory, this includes companions (and guards) that may come with you. Second, in regards to personal security. House Newmont will employ the services of the world-renowned Legionnaire Mercenaries for outside security. However, security inside the palace and during the gala will be handled by the Imperial Guard. But, if you wish to bring your own security force, the limit number is two. Also, you are allowed to bring up to 5 companions of your choosing. Third and final, I am willing to talk of any kind of diplomatic issue with you. After all, the main goal of this gala is to get to meet ourselves better. I hope to see you there,

Regards, Wilhelm Newmont][/i]

In Office of the Presidential Manor

Minister of State: "Madam President, the Emperor of the Confederacy of New Wondor. has sent an invitation to you for a grand leaders Gala down in vienna. other world leaders including President Poklonskaya of the soviet union and The newly elected president of ANAB will be there too."

President Roseland: "Tell the young Emperor, that i will most certainly be there, and i would love to catch up with Poklonskaya. It has been a while since i congratulated her in moscow during her inauguration. As well as the Emperor. We will make to Vienna post haste. as we fly there. i will be reviewing the paperwork pretaining to Technology relating to the legalization of designer babies on the plane. Bills are starting to back up."


In Evo City

A Convoy of BMW motorcades filed along the cleared highways of evo city to the airport. Escorted by Secret Service Black SUVs.IInside the Black BMW. Sat the Female president. As she sat in the back, she reflected on how few times she has ever left Anglovania. but as new chapters unfold. so will new opportunities. Especially in this new era of peace and prosperity. As the Convoy drove through the gate. The guard, dawning RoAA BDUs stood to attention and saluted the passing Motorcade. The Motorcade the pulled up to the Air Force A350. Roseland then stepped out of the BMW and climbed the air stairs onto the government plane with two guards following her along with several other Government VIPs. After the The Government A350 contacted the tower, letting them know that they are ready to taxi. All civilian traffic were told to hold and clear the runway. slowing a large majority of the traffic. The plane in which Erika Roseland woulb trveling to New Wondor in, taxied to the runway lined up. The pilots then turned pff the taxi way light and switched on the strobes, runway turnoff lights, and landing lights. Finally they turned the Autobrake to RTO. TCAS set to TA/RA.

Evo City Tower: "AngloRepublic one. Cleared for takeoff runway 1-3 Right , RNAV Glass 6, climb and maintain 13,000 and contact departure on 122.75.

AngloRepublic One: " RNAV Glass 6, Climb and Maintain 13,000, and contact departure on 122.75. Cleared for takeoff AngloRepublic one.

The Modified A350 then gradually increased to full takeoff power as it sped down the runway. The wings flexed due to the increased lift, and the plane lifted up into the clear blue sky.

[New Wondour]

With most of the leaders inside the welcoming room, the butler in black ascended the main stairs in front of the leaders. He clapped his hands twice, the sound slightly muffled by his white gloves. "If I may have your attention, ladies and gentlemen. We will now be proceeding to the ballroom where the gala will commence. For the moment, Master Newmont will not be present during the gala, but he will be later in the evening. Now, if you would follow me." The butler then proceeded to lead the group of leaders to the ballroom. The room was beautifully decorated, the chandeliers custom made to specific measurements of the room, the golden walls decorated with paintings of past heads of the Newmont family. Then, the tables. All of them with perfectly white mantles. The plates at each of the tables were lined with 24 karat gold on the borders. Overall...the place was perfect...well it had to be. After all this was Newmont hospitality at it's finest. As the leaders began to settle down, the butler leading them quietly exited the room.

Meanwhile, Wilhelm was still getting ready in his room. As always he dressed himself, he dreaded having everything done for him by the servants of the house. But even as he wore his ceremonial garment, Wilhelm was surprisingly nervous. He never had the need to meet with so many important people before. What was wrong with him? He had made speeches in the past before. What was the problem now. All of a sudden it came to him. The slightest mistake could cause diplomatic tensions...the slightest misstep could cause war. He needed to keep a cool head and a clear mind...if not, everything could go wrong. As he attempted to eliminate all negative thoughts from his head, his butler entered the room.

"You guests are waiting for you, Master Wilhelm. Some of them seem eager to meet you." Klaus said with a smile.

"You think? I don't know if I can do this..." Wilhelm said, sitting back in his bed.

"Well...you don't know if you can't if you don't try it. As a matter of fact, I know you can. I am sure your father would be very proud of you."

"Thanks Klaus..." As he said this he stood up and readied himself to meet with his guests.

[Anglovania]

In the Skies somewhere over Europe

In the Presidential office onboard the plane.

Erika Roseland: (in her head) "ugh. what should i do with my stance on designer babies. i mean. yeah, if i take a legalization stamce. it would be good for civil rights and many new discoveries in medicine science will be made. But society would become more charmless where you must be absolutely genetically perfect, almost like GATTECA. meh the civil right were bad in that movie anyways. i could take a religious stance, saying we must not be playing god. Ever since i took office, the conservatives have been at my throat for me putting in such a robust welfare system, plus increasing government size. also it may be more welcoming to how we mush be more accommodating to people with disabilities, instead of trying to oust disabilities in the first place. Again GATTECA. But it would be less economic freedom. where, Anglovania used to be one of the best at. I could say, we should subsidize the industry, but the would raise our already high taxes. Againt, the conservatives are going mad over this, despite our incredibly efficient economy and low corruption. And as alway, the military wants to get in on this technology. But anglovania has the 7th largest military and arms manufacturing sector. where its like whatever i do somehow we are making more guns. wait......how did that pistol get there. and why is there a shotgun on my lap. i dont remember putting them there. amd its a much more peaceful world where there isnt much to do with our military anyways."

AFIB intel officer: madam president, oh....sorry. was i interrupting something.

Erika Roseland: No. its is fine. i ws juts deep in though. umm....do you have anything?

AFIB intel officer: yes. i, just going to brief you on new wondor before we land. So new Wondor as you know is lead by 16 year old Wilhelm Newmont the first. one of the youngest heads of state in the world right now. And throught history, there has been a bit of drama in the Newmont family. strange dissapearences of notable people. like 5 a year. However, despite all that drama. Civil rights in New Wondor are pretty good. However from time to time thare has been moments of internal strife in the country where the would be democratic movements that would sometimes turn into full on civil wars. but as of right now. things are stable. one of the ways New Wondor influences the world it one of the major companines in there. Union Global Corperate, which owns a set of smaller companies. still of inpressive size. one of which is the The Legionnaire Mercenaries, where they are a well armed PMC group that have been deplyed on multipe occasions to some of the war torn parts of the world while other nations like ourselves would not be involved. They are commonly employed by the Newmont family, and they wear fancy masks.

Erika Roseland: something gets you with those masks?

AFIB intel officer: no........meh...kinda. its just that, with masks. unless, you need to conceal your identity or keep warm, or protect your face. i dont see a use for them. especially, if you need to intimidate someone.

Erika Roseland: I'd be intimidated.

AFIB intel officer: meh...also through out this gala event you will have two guards with you or shadowing you at all times. if you are in a situation to where you need to leave immediatly, you will scratch the back of your neck with you pointer finger. got it?

Erika Roseland: Got it.

AFIB intel officer: good, we will be landing in an hour.


The Anglovanian presidential plane, cruised along at 38,000 feet. it was smooth sailing throughout the flight. it slowed as it decended into the beutiful austurian city.

AngloRepublic: Vienna tower this is AngloRepublic one with you out of Flight level one-five-zero for seven thousand with information delta.

OOC: New Wondor, this is the part where you play as the air traffic controller.

[New Deutschlandium]

Grand Gala Ballroom, Vienna Palace

Xavier had thought about the purpose of this gala for nearly the entire ride, for he was a calculated man, but well regimented. At first, the thought of nearly all the world's leaders in a single palace worried him, but, eventually passed as a distant daydream. Much was to be discussed, much more was to be decided. He caught a glimpse of his son, who stood nearly dozing off in his own uniform. Xavier stared out into the massive ballroom, admiring the fixtures and grand architecture of the structure, he looked at his son, patted him on the shoulder, and chuckled.

Xavier Dawson: "Luka, go out with Hauptmann Fritz and have yourself a time. You are dismissed, but remember what I told you on the ride in. Be cautious, be careful, be ready. Fritz, you take care of this boy with your life, understood? I trust you enough this far. It shouldn't be a problem at all."

Hptm. Fritz: "Jawohl, Oberchancellor."

Liza Dawson: "Xavier dear, don't you know if they'll play any music for us? This room is grand and all, but this is a Gala, is it not?"
Xavier Dawson: "Of course dear. I'll go look for someone right now. And I will also see if I can find you a drink, I think we both need one, after that ride."
Liza Dawson: "Thank you dear."

He set off, nodding to Hptm. Nicht, while giving a brief wave to his wife. The many leaders around him seemed to be in the same waiting state as his family was, waiting for the great, and grand leader of New Wondour to finally begin festivities. Perhaps give a speech of some sort. Xavier instead looked for a drink, something to keep his dear wife happy.

He nodded to several leaders as he passed by, and made a mental note to look for the leader of the Max Empire, and the President of the Democratic Soviet Union.

For now, he is looking for a bartender, pacing around the ballroom.

[The Democratic Soviet Union]

The party thus far was going well. Natalia had told her guards to wait for her by the car outside. She had gone through so many assassination attempts throughout her life that at this point, she almost enjoyed them. "Besides" she thought, who at an event like this would want to assassinate the leader of the Soviet Uniin?" She had until now, made some small talk with some of the leaders that were present, including some of New Wondour's security chiefs.

It was now however, that she needed a drink. Natalia wasn't one to typically consume alcohol for the purpose of taking an edge off, however now was different. The political situation back in the Soviet Union was getting tough. Natalia was locking up more and more Communists, and she feared she might not be able to keep the situation under control. Nevertheless, this evening was for the purpose of diplomatic communication and having a little bit of fun. Natalia typically drank a glass of wine with dinner, however she needed a drink that felt a bit closer to home. She walked up to the bar by herslef. Natalia knew a small bit of German from her travels to Germany, but she was ecstatic when one of the bartenders knew Russian.

"What can I get for you Madame President?" The bartender spoke in Russian while maintaining his South German accent.

"Do you have Stolichnaya, red label?" She asked.

"Hmmm, let me check. For now, can I get you some water?" He replied.

"Sure." Natalia answered.

As the bartender went in the back to search for her drink of choice, she scanned the room. Tne crowd was small so far. Not many of the other leaders she knew we there yet. She did recognize the ANAB President at a table. Sne was looking forward to when President Erika Roseland got there.. Just then, the bartender came out.

"You're in luck ma'am, we have one bottle left." He told her. Natalia was relieved as he poured her a glass and left the bottle right next to her.

It was just then as she was about to lose herself in the drink that the new Oberchancellor of New Deutschlandium and Natalia's Berlin-Moscow Axis counterpart Xavier Dawson walked up to the bar.

[New Wondour]

Vienna International

"AngloRepublic One this is control tower. You have permission to land. Then move the aircraft to hangar B8. The Emperor has a helicopter ready for the precious cargo." The communications officer responded after a brief silence.

At the Gala

As Dawson began looking for a drink he was suddenly stopped in his tracks by a slightly tall young man. He was in his late 20's. He had long messy curly hair, blue eyes and seemed to keep a grin on his face despite any situation. As he stood in front of Deutchlandium's leader he held two drinks in glass cups. They were both filled to the middle with white wine. The man smiled, revealing his unusual metallic sharpened teeth. "I heard you were looking for drinks. So...I thought...why not bring them myself? The servants are taking quite a while, so I thought I might come ahead and serve those who are thirsty first. Hmm?" He said. His speech was a bit bumpy and it times some of his words would be cut off by a weird chuckle.

[New Wondour]

The party thus far was going well. Natalia had told her guards to wait for her by the car outside. She had gone through so many assassination attempts throughout her life that at this point, she almost enjoyed them. "Besides" she thought, who at an event like this would want to assassinate the leader of the Soviet Uniin?" She had until now, made some small talk with some of the leaders that were present, including some of New Wondour's security chiefs.

It was now however, that she needed a drink. Natalia wasn't one to typically consume alcohol for the purpose of taking an edge off, however now was different. The political situation back in the Soviet Union was getting tough. Natalia was locking up more and more Communists, and she feared she might not be able to keep the situation under control. Nevertheless, this evening was for the purpose of diplomatic communication and having a little bit of fun. Natalia typically drank a glass of wine with dinner, however she needed a drink that felt a bit closer to home. She walked up to the bar by herslef. Natalia knew a small bit of German from her travels to Germany, but she was ecstatic when one of the bartenders knew Russian.

"What can I get for you Madame President?" The bartender spoke in Russian while maintaining his South German accent.

"Do you have Stolichnaya, red label?" She asked.

"Hmmm, let me check. For now, can I get you some water?" He replied.

"Sure." Natalia answered.

As the bartender went in the back to search for her drink of choice, she scanned the room. Director Stillin was conversing with someone she didn't know, possibly one of his guards, and she recognized the ANAB President at a table. She decided she was going to meet Max Empire's Diector Joe Stillin once she was done with her drink. Just then, the bartender came out.

"You're in luck ma'am, we have one bottle left." He told her. Natalia was relieved as he poured her a glass and left the bottle right next to her.

It was just then as she was about to lose herself in the drink that the new Oberchancellor of New Deutschlandium and Natalia's Berlin-Moscow Axis counterpart Xavier Dawson walked up to the bar.

As president Natalia was sitting at the table, she was sudenly interrupted by the same man that had brought her from the airport to the mansion. The same 40 year old tall man. "Didn't expect you to be hitting a strong drink this early...though you look troubled. I understand. Sometimes alcohol helps." Sven said with a deep voice that seemed to deepen even more with his age.

[Max Empire]

Grand Gala Ballroom, Vienna Palace

The Director looked around the room for a while as people spread out. For whatever reason, the boy Emperor was taking his time. Maybe he wouldn't show up at all. Joe Stillin smiled at the thought.

Looking around the room, he recognized several people, but didn't feel the urge to go talk to them. Grabbing out his phone and his touch pen, he began doing some paperwork he had taken with him on his phone as he slowly made his way to the bar.

There were two things that kept the people in Carigrad going through the long and hard work days. Sex and alcohol. People in the bureaucracy constantly slept with each other. They were all attractive, stressed out people. People didn't think much of it. They did it during one of the several breaks they had during the day. It kept many from burning out. Alcohol was the other thing many people enjoyed. The Dolmabahçe Palace was one of the largest importers of Alcoholic beverages in the world. People needed something to cope with the trudge of the work day.

As tough and strong as he looked to many people, Joe Stillin wasn't immune to the hardships of a 12+ hour workday. He partook in all those things, and looking around, unless the Russian President or somebody's wife was currently in the mood, he was going to have to drink. A lot.

As soon as he arrived at the bar, he gestured to the barkeeper, not looking up from his phone as he wrote with his touch pen at what looked like superhuman speed. "Hit me with whatever you can recommend for a man." He said in the Bosnian variant of Serbo-Croatian. " And it better not be wine.", he said in a sharper tone.

[New Wondour]

Surprisingly for Director Stilling the bartender never showed up. Instead he received the rather accented reply of a young lady. She was in her early 20's. She was wearing a designer's dress and held her jet black hair in a ponytail. Her eyes were blue...a trademark of the Newmonts. she got closer to the counter and took a long...awkward look at Stilling. "You seem charming..." She said. "Though my brother said you disliked him. Anyways, I came to say hi. My name is Alice, nice to meet you." She said smiling, holding her hand out to shake hands with the Director of the Max Empire.