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Postby Marimaia » Sat Jun 30, 2018 2:24 pm

(OOC: Having dropped my separate claim in Africa and after making a couple of little changes, consider this a minor reboot of the Margraves)

Independent observers who know the history of the Margrave family might say that they have been lucky. To hear the Margrave version of their family history, their success has simply been their rightful destiny. Originating from the Empire of Chrinthania, the Margraves moved further afield due to reasons which are only ever discussed in hushed tones by elder family members, and the family relocated to the venerable Serican port city of Quanzhou in 1801. The city was administered as a 'treaty port' by the Marimaian Caliphate due to the historical ties between Serica and the Cairo-based Caliphate, and the Margraves initially established themselves as tea merchants to capitalise upon the burgeoning tea export markets. In 1824 the thriving Margraves expanded their holdings into the autonomous port city of Macau, finding several business opportunities as well as a city administration more pliable than the Caliphate-influenced governor in Quanzhou. In 1840 the Margrave family were successful in convincing the Macau authorities to legalise gambling within the city's territory and the subsequent licensing system saw over 200 gambling houses paying 'gambling rent' to the Macau authorities, with several of these gambling houses having been acquired by the Margraves during various ventures. In 1853 the Margraves were granted a license to open Macau's first casino, the rather unimaginatively named 'Casino Margravine' which catered to the wealthier members of Macau society as well as any foreign visitors with enough money. The elders of the family subsequently moved from Quanzhou to Macau, which then became the primary home city of the Margraves. Over the next few decades the Margraves became wealthier and wealthier, then in 1923 the family experienced a substantially fortuitous event.

Thanks to the various contacts that the family had developed with Caliphate officials due to their dealings in Quanzhou, Thomas Margrave was able to obtain exploration licenses for his burgeoning 'Margrave Oil Company' in the eastern regions of the Arabian Peninsula. In 1923 oil was discovered, and the find soon turned out to be far more considerable than first expected. Thomas approached the Caliph and his advisors with the offer of handing over the oil and any future discoveries to the Caliphate, as well as assisting with the development of necessary infrastructure; this resulted in the creation of the 'Cairo Oil Corporation' which was seventy percent owned by the Caliphate and thirty percent owned by the Margrave Oil Company, courtesy of some creative negotiations and contract creation on behalf of the Margraves. Just to sweeten the deal, the Margrave Oil Company then began to assist the subsequently created 'Cairo Gas Corporation' with the extraction of natural gas without requesting any shares, asking only for a simple contractor's fee. The elderly then-Caliph Adnan was so grateful to Thomas for the resources which they had discovered 'for the Caliphate' that he created the Emirate of Margravia from the Qatari Peninsula and the Bahrayn archipelago in 1937 to honour him; in 1939, the now-Emir Thomas I 'discovered' oil and gas reserves within the territories which had been awarded to his family by the Caliph. Due to the autonomous status of an Emirate and the fact that Emirs possessed rights over resources within their territory, the Margrave Oil Company had full rights to exploit the oil and gas, and the company formally moved its headquarters to the Emirate. This resulted in a geographical split within the family, between the 'Macau-Quanzhou branch' and the 'Margravia branch'.

The decades following the split have seen a degree of divergence between the two branches. The Macau-Quanzhou branch have continued to profit greatly from the gambling of Macau, controlling a number of large casinos in the territory; they have also diversified into shipping, sportswear, various media, and banking. In addition, the original Margrave Tea Company has been developed into a food and drinks corporation which offers a wide variety of products, ranging from teas and flavoured waters to baked confectionary. They understandably have substantial influence within Macau to the point where they are regarded as the 'true power in the territory' by some, but they never abuse their influence. Instead they prefer to act as patrons of culture and the arts while the family's traditions continue to become a mixture of both Serican and 'Western' aspects.

The Margravia branch, on the other hand.....

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Tomasine Palace, Margravia City
Emirate of Margravia, Marimaian Caliphate
27th June 2018


The administrative divisions of the Marimaian Caliphate reflected both progress and tradition after the reorganisation of the Great Reforms of the 1950s. Under the terms of the reorganisation, the Caliphate was divided into forty-four provinces or 'Wilayahs' and ten 'Emirates'. The Wilayahs had been drawn up by the new democratic government and were under the administration of governors known as 'Walis', individuals who were barred from membership of political parties and were nominally appointed by the Caliph (in practise it was more a case of the Caliph simply rubber-stamping nominations from the central government). While the Wilayahs received central state funding for the day-to-day activities of local government, Walis were also permitted to enter into joint ventures with local private investors if additional funds or projects were required. These investors traditionally proved to be members of the al-a'yan, longstanding patrician families who were mostly either major landowners or the driving force behind the Caliphate's major corporations. The al-a'yan would often contribute funds to hospitals, libraries, schools, universities, and the like for a sense of civil contribution and the opportunity to get their name on projects as part of the familial legacy. However, Walis were forbidden from entering into joint ventures with foreign investors, although corporations with at least 40% local ownership were exempt from this as they were then deemed to be 'sufficiently domestic'. The Emirates, on the other hand, were basically autonomous hereditary fiefdoms which had been awarded to specific families or individuals by the Caliph throughout the Caliphate's history, a practise which had ended after the Great Reforms as Caliph Abdullah had voluntarily surrendered the right to award Emiri titles. The reason for the ending of the practise was officially due to the fact that it was seen as unwise to allow one individual to have the ability to simply hand over areas of the nation to whomever he wished, even that lone individual was the Caliph himself. As they were actually direct vassals of the Caliph the Emirates enjoyed separation from the Parliament in Cairo, meaning that they could implement their own laws and oftentimes act as nations in their own right, entering into their own trade agreements and the like in return for contributing to the Caliphate's exchequer and joining with the Cairo government in times of war.

The ten Emirates were situated across the Caliphate and there were differing reasons for the creation of each one; while they were referred to as 'Emirates' by most Caliphal citizens when discussing them as a multiple, not all of them were actually ruled by an Emir. The oldest and most prestigious of the ten was the Sharifate of Mecca, holding jurisdiction over much of the western coast of the Arabian Pensinula. The Sharif of Mecca was the traditional steward of the holy cities of Mecca and Medina as well as the surrounding region, which gave the Sharifate control over the bustling commercial city of Jeddah; the Sharif was always a member of the Hashemite clan, direct descendants of the Prophet Muhammad. Three other Emirates had been founded on religious grounds, all of them along the North African coastline. The Emirate of Benghazi had been created to honour the Ghassaniyya Sufi order which had proven to be a strong influence within the Caliphate after the ascension of the al-Marima dynasty. The Ghassaniyya Order was regarded as rather 'cosmopolitan' by other Sufi orders as Ghassaniyya teachings had developed with some influence from Benghazi's historical status as a hub for trade and intellectual discourse, and the order had always regarded debate and tolerance as more important than 'unquestioning adherence' to Islamic law and scripture; combined with the al-Marima dynasty's origins in the Cyrenaica region, it was perhaps unsurprising that the Marimaian Caliphate had evolved into the state that it was today. As a result of the religious influence behind its creation, the Emirate of Benghazi had flourished as a seat of religious learning with madrasas from all branches of the Islamic faith located with the ancient city of Benghazi itself, alongside branches of Christian seminaries and yeshivas of various Jewish movements. The Exilarchate of Arish had been founded as a home for Jewish citizens if they wished to reside there with a legal framework inspired by Jewish teachings, while the Holy See of Alexandria was the seat of the Coptic Christian Pope, recognising the importance of the long-standing existence of Coptic Christianity in the region. Five of the remaining 'Emirates' were actual Emirates, ruled by an Emir from the tribe or dynasty which had ruled the region in question before Caliphal rule arrived. The Emirate of Ha'il formed much of the northern Arabian Peninsula and was ruled by the al-Rashids, while the south of the peninsula contained three Emirates: the Emirate of Abu Dhabi under the al-Nahyans, the Emirate of Muscat under the al-Saids, and the Emirate of Adan under the al-Abdali. The Emirate of Khartoum lay on the southern border of the Caliphate's African lands; ruled by the Wardi dynasty who styled themselves as 'Gatekeepers of the Southern Frontier', Khartoum was a prolific arms manufacturing state which specialised in supplying poorer nations that were unable to obtain more modern weaponry from the world's more powerful nations.

The tenth and final Emirate to be created was the Emirate of Margravia which occupied the small Qatari Peninsula and the even smaller adjacent Bahrayn archipelago in the far east of the Caliphate, under the rule of the so-called 'Margravia branch' of the Margrave family. The Margraves occupied an interesting niche of their own in Caliphate society. As an Emiri family and one of the al-a'yan families, they commanded respect from the other al-a'yan families for their business acumen, particularly as they always managed to stay within the rules of the Caliphate's market supervisory administration known as the 'Hisbah'. They had also developed strong ties with Khartoum, Abu Dhabi, and Ha'il, creating an unofficial trading and political group occasionally referred to as the 'Block of Four'. In wider Caliphate society, the Margraves were viewed with varying degrees of amusement, affection, and loathing. Their high-flying lifestyle was no secret to anyone and many Caliphate citizens found it amusing to read about the unique projects and exploits of the family, while other observers found their ways somewhat endearing in a strange way, almost as if the Margraves were the Caliphate's own take on stereotypical capitalism. However, there were those who despised the family for their displays of wealth and believed that their oil and gas should belong to the Caliphate rather than to a particularly fortunate transplanted dynasty. There was no doubt as to the strength of the Margravia branch's business empire though. As well as the 'crown jewel' of the Margrave Oil Company which still retained thirty percent of the Cairo Oil Corporation in addition to exploiting all oil and gas within the Emirate, the family owned the Al Jazeera Media Network, the beIN Media Group, the Emirate's English language daily newspaper 'The Peninsula', the Caliphate-wide English language daily newspaper "Marimaian Independent", and the extensive Margrave Holdings investment company which had diversified into a wide variety of subsidiaries. These subsidiaries included the Harrods department store chain and the Maybourne Hotel Group in the United Kingdom, the high-end Margravia Airways airline, the Barwa real estate group, Margravia Emiri Bank, and the Ooredoo telecommunications company, among others.

The capital of the Emirate, Margravia City, had undergone extensive renovation and redevelopment since 1971 and stood as a growing monument to success and 'progress'. Real estate projects continued to drive the city in the 'right' direction, with land reclamation schemes and construction projects creating entire planned communities which had been designed down to the placement of every street light and tree. A four million square metre artificial island known as the Margrave Pearl had also reached completion, featuring beach resorts, luxury boutiques, car showrooms, decadently lavish hotels, and high-end housing which was subject to a three year waiting list. On the inland outskirts of Margravia City lay the sprawling Emiri residential compound named Tomasine Palace, just over five kilometres west from the fourteen square kilometre area known as Education City, which housed educational facilities from school age to research level as well as branch campuses of various universities. Tomasine Palace covered 781,200 square metres including the grounds, consisting of the Emiri palace, three smaller palaces (one for each of the Emir's three children), the servants' quarters (which could be described as a palace in its own right), and various additional structures concerned with security, leisure, and any other aspects of Emiri existence which had been anticipated by the designers.

While Emir Thomas II and his wife Sheika Cleantha carried themselves with some degree of dignity, the same could not always be said for their eldest son. Sheikh Lysander was twenty-five and revelled in the family's position, displaying a definite sense of entitlement and privilege due to the wealth he had been surrounded with since birth. For his eighteenth birthday Lysander had been given a gold Aston Martin DBS V12 sports car by his parents despite not actually having a driving license, but that had been offset by the fact that he also received his own valet for that same birthday. Originally from the Chrinthani province of West Papua, Topan was some eight years older than Lysander and had demonstrated an instant ability to 'handle' his attitude, helped by the fact that he could drive; as of 2018 Lysander had still not bothered with learning to drive because Topan did all the driving for both of them. The pair had become practically inseparable over the years with Topan becoming Lysander's confidante and best friend as well as his valet, chauffeur, bodyguard, and personal trainer; Lysander had repaid Topan's loyalty by insisting that his entire family be employed at Tomasine Palace in some capacity, meaning that Topan was never far from his relatives and that the family enjoyed an excellent standard of living. Due to Lysander being openly gay there had been rumours about the two because Topan seemed to go everywhere with him, but the simple truth was that Lysander relied on Topan as his right-hand man while Topan enjoyed being part of the young Margrave's antics. Lysander had recently acquired a gold Lamborghini Aventador SuperVeloce which had taken the Aston Martin's place as his favourite vehicle, something that Topan had no complaints about because he now got to drive a particularly sleek Latin sports car.

Emir Thomas stood patiently waiting inside the air-conditioned entrance hall of the main palace with the family's long-serving butler Hostewick standing just behind his right side. After about two minutes, the Emir turned to his manservant with a slight smile.

"He said he'd be right over, didn't he?"

Hostewick nodded dutifully. "Indeed, Your Highness."

"How long can it possibly take to get from his palace to ours?" The pair waited for a few moments more before the unmistakable sound of a rapidly approaching car became audible, at which point Emir Thomas smirked slightly and took a few steps forward so that he was standing in the open entrance doorway. As he watched with a mixture of pride and slight concern, the gleaming gold Lamborghini Aventador SuperVeloce roared into view; after it expertly rounded the landscaped island in front of the palace's main entrance and came to a stop right in front of the steps which led up to the entrance doorway where Emir Thomas currently stood, the signature scissor doors rotated vertically and Topan stepped out of the driver side with a rather cocky smirk. A handsome young man with short styled black hair, dressed in a white short-sleeved shirt with black slacks, a black waistcoat and smart black shoes, Topan made his way to the passenger-side door with a slight swagger and offered his hand as an assist for Lysander to exit the vehicle. Dressed in a black jacket, black slacks, white t-shirt and black shoes, the Emir's heir stepped out of the car with a distinct self-satisfied grin, taking time to adjust his designer shades as Topan pressed a button on the keyfob and the scissor doors rotated back into place; the pair then ascended the steps to be greeted by the Emir's amused smile.

"Nice of you to finally join us."

Lysander shrugged in response. "If it was that important then you should've said so."

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A few minutes later, father and son were relaxing together in the reception lounge of Tomasine Palace, yet another testament to wealth and finery in a residence which exemplified both qualities. As with other 'official' rooms within the palace, the reception lounge was decorated in white wall panelling with golden gilding, accessorised with a collection of stylish white upholstered furnishings which included two four-person sofas and four matching armchairs arranged around a central white marble coffee table. The theme of the palace's decor continued with the presence of several artworks displayed in gilt frames on the lounge walls, and two large tinted glass doors provided access to the palace grounds if the Emir wished to stroll with his guests. Emir Thomas reclined in one of the plush armchairs with a cup of milky coffee while Lysander sprawled along the length of one of the sofas on his back, a glass of cherry-flavoured cola with a red drinking straw positioned on a coaster on the coffee table.

"So what was so important that it couldn't wait until dinner?"

Thomas finished his sip of coffee before offering a reply. "Well, as you're undoubtedly aware, Margrave Holdings finalised the deal to purchase Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa on the island of Saint Lucia a couple of days ago. Given the importance that the Saint Lucian authorities seem to be attaching to the deal, I thought it might be a nice idea for them to receive a visit from one of our family. Possibly a family member who isn't particularly busy at the moment."

Lysander turned his head and raised an eyebrow at his father. "You mean me."

"Very perceptive. It won't entail much, in fact you could turn it into a working vacation. Stay at Cap Maison, play nice with the local authorities, eye up any other businesses on the island that might be of interest to us."

The Margrave heir offered a playful grin. "Just a couple of businesses, or all of them?"

Thomas nodded slightly at the suggestion. "Well, it would be within our means. Their entire economy weighs in at about two point one billion, so-"

"We could find that down the back of a couch."

Thomas chuckled and wagged his finger at his giggling son. "Not quite, but I know what you mean. It's not a bad idea actually, we could offer to pay off their national debt and fund some infrastructure projects as well. Their current government is focused on attracting investment to help develop the island, and we certainly have the resources to help with that. It could be your own pet project if you'd like."

"You mean like Uncle Ludlow and that football team of his?"

"Exactly. There's no immediate rush as no-one's mentioned the possibility of a visit to their government, so you could always take your yacht if you wanted. Admittedly it might take you about two or three weeks to sail there so possibly better if you fly."

Lysander 'hmmed' slightly. "Pity, I bet they haven't seen anything quite like Golden Chevalier. Still...if I go by air then I can take the Lamborghini."

"True, although I'm not sure that all of the roads in Saint Lucia will be up to the standard you're used to. It might be best to have a four-wheel drive."

Lysander narrowed his eyes. "I'm not renting."

Emir Thomas laughed at his eldest son's indignation. "I would never expect you to. We'll get you something appropriate, although you'll have to turn it gold after your visit."

The Emiri heir let out a sigh of exasperation. "The sacrifices I make for this family."

Thomas chuckled once more, shaking his head in amusement. "I know, I know, but your sacrifices are appreciated."
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Postby Marimaia » Tue Jul 03, 2018 4:48 pm

Government House
Castries, Saint Lucia
29th June 2018


The capital of Saint Lucia, Castries was also the largest city on the small island state with a population numbering around seventy thousand. This meant that almost a third of the state's entire population resided within the capital. Built on reclaimed land, Castries was designed in a grid pattern and contained virtually every building of importance on the island including the various government ministries, foreign embassies, and the main post office. The city was also the primary port of call for visiting vessels and as a result Castries featured a variety of duty-free shopping facilities to entice visitors from cruise ships and the like to spend their money. However, the capital was served by the smaller of the island's two airports. Vigie Airport handled inter-Caribbean flights as well as housing the internal helicopter operator, St. Lucia Helicopters. International flights were serviced by Hewanorra International Airport, which was located near the town of Vieux Fort on the southern side of the island; even so, this only gave international visitors a thirty-three mile journey to Castries due to the small size of Saint Lucia.

Located on the outskirts of Castries, Government House sat atop a hill known as Morne Fortune which provided impressive views of the nearby city. Built in a colonial style, the three-floor residence of the First Minister was set within a small fenced compound with suitably ornate gates and a winding driveway, with a small number of ancillary buildings which served various purposes as and when necessary. The grounds were well-tended with the usual lawns, flower beds, and shrubbery; the driveway was lined with flower beds and palm trees, with small outside lamps set at regular intervals to provide illumination for night driving. While it may have seemed rather small and quaint to official visitors from more powerful and wealthier nations, Government House served its purpose admirably. On this particular sunny afternoon which featured a soft breeze and temperatures which felt around the 30°C mark, an important dignitary had arrived at Government House to discuss the morning's information that Sheikh Lysander Margrave would be visiting Saint Lucia in the coming days. Thankfully Emir Thomas II had decided to give the island authorities some warning so that they might be able to adequately prepare for his eldest son's presence, although the visit had not been made public yet. As a result First Minister Michael Baptiste had summoned Police Commissioner Peter Garvey in order to arrange the best visit possible for the young Margrave. The pair were in Baptiste's office, Garvey sat on a comfortable brown couch while Baptiste himself paced back and forth in front of his wooden desk. In his late-sixties and possessing an almost-immovable neat hairstyle, Baptiste was in the process of making his wishes for the upcoming visit abundantly clear.

"It is imperative that Sheikh Lysander has the best possible time while he's here. More than likely he'll be spending most of his time at Cap Maison making sure that it was money well spent, but if he ventures out and about then Saint Lucia has to be impeccable. If he leaves here impressed then we can expect more Margrave investment, and more Margrave investment means that I have delivered on my election promises. If he leaves here angry or upset about something then we are royally screwed, and we can probably kiss all that potential investment goodbye. So I want things ready for when he arrives."

Garvey shifted slightly in his seat. Saint Lucia possessed no military so the Saint Lucia Police Force maintains all aspects of internal law and order on the island. The SLPF maintained two paramilitary organisations, the Coast Guard and the more intensively trained Special Service Unit, in an attempt to make up for the lack of military; including those two groups, regular police officers, and civilian employees, the SLPF still only numbered approximately one thousand and fifty. Commissioner Garvey had therefore learned how best to manage resources on the popular tourist destination and had become rather ruthless in his pursuit of order on the island. With short cropped black hair and what was regarded as one of the meanest glares on the island, Garvey had actually started turning the SLPF into more of a 'secret police', possessing a number of lists which held the names of every convicted and suspected criminal on Saint Lucia. Before peak tourist season every year Garvey would pick out the worst potential offenders and have them arrested on trumped-up charges which usually came about due to planted evidence; if the individual in question was of particular 'concern' then they would inevitably be shot by police before a gun was planted on their person, allowing the SLPF to write it off as 'self-defense'. If anyone ever asked questions regarding the arrests or shootings then the SLPF would simply close ranks and stick to the official story. Only a couple of years younger than First Minister Baptiste, Garvey had earned a reputation on the island of being someone whose right side was somewhere everyone wanted to be on.

"First Minister, the SLPF will do whatever we can to ensure that Sheikh Lysander's visit is a peaceful one. "

Baptiste nodded with a knowing smirk. "Just do your thing, but don't go crazy. We don't want him landing and walking into some goddamn media circus about shootings. So if it's at all possible try to arrest any troublemakers, and if they look like they've got a gun then subdue them. You've got tasers, right?"

Garvey cleared his throat. "As you say, First Minister."

"Good! The Cabinet are making their own little decisions and such regarding things they could show him if he asks, so no-one's going to walk in here while we're talking." Baptiste stopped pacing and leaned back against his desk, folding his arms. "I want you to keep an eye on Anthony Mallett as well. I know, you're not supposed to observe the Leader of the Opposition but I wouldn't be surprised if he tries arranging a meeting with Sheikh Lysander without telling me. Not that Sheikh Lysander would necessarily meet with him anyway, but this is my moment and I don't want Mallett interfering. If he tries anything then I want to know about it, understood?"

"I'd have to tap his phone and that sort of thing in order to keep proper tabs on him, if it gets discovered then I'm in deep shit."

Baptiste scratched his chin. "Well, here's the thing. If the Margraves end up investing heavily in Saint Lucia then I'm set to be First Minister for a long time. Now I admire your efficiency in keeping the island clean during peak season and I'm guessing that it's not exactly easy, so I for one will never ask any questions about anything that the SLPF does because I know that it's in the best interests of Saint Lucia. Mallett, on the other hand...you and I both know that deep down he's a bleeding-heart liberal motherfucker who weeps every time some drug-sniffing shithead gets shot by the police. I was the Minister for Tourism, Information and Broadcasting in the previous United Democrat government as you know, and I had to listen to that chump whining all the damn time about 'social justice' and crap like that. If he gets into power then he'll probably want an investigation into the SLPF and it'll be too late to stop him once he's First Minister. If we can keep him away from Sheikh Lysander and make sure that our young Margrave goes home with a great opinion of our island then we're both set for the rest of our lives."

Garvey thought for a moment. "We've got a few tricks up our sleeve, you'll know what Mallett's doing before he knows it himself."
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Postby The Reborn British Empire » Thu Jul 05, 2018 6:58 am

Universal Exports Building
Castries, Saint Lucia
Friday 29th June 2018, 0900hrs Local Time


The Caribbean was an area of some interest for the British Empire. This interest was less concerned with territory and more concerned with protecting British trade and merchant shipping in the area. The British Merchant Navy, one of the largest in the world and the backbone of the Empire in many respects, could be found all over the world but, outside of the Mediterranean, the Caribbean was one of the largest concentration of the ‘red duster’, the red ensign of the Merchant Navy. The reason for this was twofold; not only did the British have significant trade interests in the Caribbean itself, in particular former colonies such as Saint Laurent, but also because significant trade lanes existed as a result of the presence of the Panama Canal; with the vast bulk of Pacific-bound shipping making use of the Canal rather than the long run around South America. As a result there was a great deal of British merchant shipping either passing through or destined for the Caribbean, and as a result the British, or at least the civil servants and military officers who kept the state running whilst the politicians argued, had kept a careful eye on the Caribbean.

This was mostly done by the sole British territory in the region; Bermuda, or Fortress Bermuda as it was sometimes known, was a key part of the enduring British Empire’s network of strategic bases. There had been rumblings of an independence movement in the 50s and 60s, but given the amount of investment the Exchequer had thrown Bermuda’s way, nothing had come of it. Bermuda, a popular tourist destination its own right, was also a key military staging point for the British Armed Forces. The permanently stationed forces were relatively small, but there was scope for a significant build-up if the need arose on short notice, and would serve as the jumping off point for any British military action into the Caribbean. As it was Fortress Bermuda was home to the semi-regular, semi-reservist 23rd Infantry Brigade, based around the Bermuda Regiment, No. 21 Squadron of the Royal Air Force flying Typhoon FGR.4s from RAF Kindley, and, perhaps the most important from a trade protection role, was the headquarters of the West Indies Station of the Royal Navy, hosting several frigates and a squadron of patrol vessels, some of which were forward deployed to the British naval station on Jamaica.

Of course with the exception of the frigates and patrol vessels of the West Indies Station, the British monitoring of the situation in the Caribbean was actually done in a far less obvious form. There was, of course, a listening station on Bermuda operated by GCHQ, and various other signals intelligence (SIGINT) resources, but the majority of the British’ understanding of the situation in the Caribbean came the old-fashioned way, from human intelligence (HUMINT) sources on the ground. This activity was undertaken under the auspices of the Foreign Office, more specifically the Secret Intelligence Service, or as it was more popularly known; MI6. All things considered, compared to some countries or areas, the presence of British Intelligence in the Caribbean was subtle; after all with most of the nation-states being relatively small communities there was not exactly a need for a large or elaborate network when a much smaller operation could realistically find out the same information at a fraction of the cost and with a much smaller footprint. After all, the last thing the British wanted to do was have an embarrassing compromise of their network and undo decades of careful influence building in the region.

What was needed, essentially, was a tripwire and enough resources to investigate the cause if it was tripped.

The island nation of Saint Lucia, where the tripwire had been sprung on the morning of June 29th, was a perfect example of the British intelligence operation in the Caribbean. Consisting of one case officer and a handful of natively-recruited agents, some in useful positions, the operation was just enough to keep tabs on everything going on around them but small enough to fly totally under the radar. The entire operation took place under the cover of ‘Universal Exports’, an import-export business that, whilst actually existing, was actually a front for British intelligence operations all over the world. Indeed the activities safe house and centre of operations was the Universal Exports building in the Port of Castries, which also employed nearly two dozen locals for the cover activity, none knowing what happened behind closed doors. The British intelligence activity on Saint Lucia was led and masterminded by one Jonathan Wright, who was publicly the chief Regional Representative of Universal Exports but was, of course, secretly the MI6 Case Officer assigned to Saint Lucia, having been here for several years now he was enjoying the twilight of his operational career before accepted less exciting office jobs at MI6 Headquarters at Vauxhall Cross in London.

On the morning of June 29th Wright had just arrived from his home in the upscale part of Castries and, stereotypical cup of tea in hand, had begun to make his way through the latest reports and paperwork on his deceptively well-protected laptop, which unlike every other computer system in the Universal Exports Building did not connect to the local internet providers. This had been interrupted when a trusted courier had arrived with a sealed envelope, the contents of which Wright read quickly before leaning back in his chair and considering the contents. The news that Lysander Margrave, son of one of the Emirs in the Caliphate, was coming to Saint Lucia was a surprise to say the least; it was certainly not something that the SIS had had any indication was in the offing, which meant that it was either a closely guarded secret, which could prove foreboding, or it was a spur-of-the-moment decision, which could be just as bad.

It wasn’t that the British Empire had bad feelings towards the Margraves, or indeed the Marimaran Caliphate in general. After all, compared to some of the Islamic nations and states that had popped up in history, and up until modern times, the Caliphate was decidedly moderate. Indeed a few months previously, when the King had been hurriedly ferried back to England after the death of his father the Caliphate had been gracious enough to allow the use of their airfields, and refuelling infrastructure, to get the new King home safely. The Margraves themselves were likewise not exactly viewed badly by the British, indeed the Margraves owned a decent portion, although not too much, of the real estate in London, indeed Emir Thomas Margrave had attended the funeral of the late King alongside the Caliphate’s Crown Prince, such was the notability of the Margraves in London society as a result of their business dealings and land ownership. Indeed the British Government considered the Caliphate a key strategic partner, given that they were the custodians of one of the key trading routes the British Empire relied upon; the Suez Canal, and they had even allowed the Royal Navy to station a squadron in Alexandria to protect shipping in the Mediterranean.

No, the issue was not that it was the Caliphate or even the Margraves, the problem was that the British position in the Caribbean relied on nothing changing, otherwise they would have to significantly reconsider the amount of direct action used vis-a-vis indirect influence. And if there was one thing that prompted change it was uncertainty, and if there was one individual in the Caliphate that could bring that uncertainty as sure as the sun would rise in the east and set in the west it was Lysander Margrave. To say that the young man had a reputation would be an understatement, as would the fact that His Majesty’s Government would be concerned on what, precisely, it was he was up to in the Caribbean.

Wright picked up his encrypted phone and rang a number, a few minutes later a cool, female voice answered.

“Universal Exports, main switchboard, how may I direct your call?”

“Put me through to Regional Director McDouglas, please,” Wright replied.

“Who should I say is calling, Sir?”

“Wright… from Saint Lucia.”

“I’ll put you through in a moment, Sir,” The Switchboard operator replied. “How’s the weather there?”

“Cloudy, with a chance of rain,” Wright replied, finishing the code-word exchange in light of the start of the wet season.

“I’ll put you through now, Sir.”

Wright only had to wait a few moments before he was put through to William McDouglas, Deputy Director for North America and the Caribbean at the Secret Intelligence Service.

“This is McDouglas, is this line secure, Wright?”

“Of course,” Wright replied dryly. “I’ve just received some very interesting information here.”

“Do tell,” McDouglas said sharply.

“Lysander Margrave is due to arrive here in the next few days, my contact does not know the reason for the visit, however, the Margrave Family have recently completed a major acquisition here so it is likely that it is something to do with all of that,” Wright replied promptly, adding his own supposition. “However the fact that it is Lysander and not one of the more, shall we say reputable, Margraves does raise a few questions for me and does concern me with regards to our continued strategic position in the Caribbean.”

“You think the Margraves fancy themselves a tropical island?” McDouglas asked wryly.

“I don’t know, and that is just the thing; you know as well as I that uncertainty is not what we need in the Caribbean right now and that this has all the indications of being exactly that,” Wright explained his concern. “My contacts are likely to be able to get an idea of what this is all about quickly, but I need instructions on how to proceed with all of this, HMG needs to weight in on this.”

“Perhaps, but for now we need information, which you and your assets are perfectly placed to identify and recover,” McDouglas said firmly. “Indeed, what we need more of is influence, so see if you can’t ingratiate yourself with the young Margrave, whatever plans he might have for Saint Lucia and I’m sure he would have a use for Universal Exports, and that’s our in with him, do what you have to.”

“Yes Sir,” Wright replied simply. “I’m sure I can persuade him of that.”

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Postby Chrinthanium » Thu Jul 05, 2018 7:20 pm

Aruba, Latin Virgin Islands
6:40 AM, 29 June 2018


On an off-the-beaten path beach in Aruba, away from the tourists who flocked to this island paradise lie Alejandro Felipe Juan Carlos de Borja, the heir apparent of the Latin Empire, naked in the sun. Beside him an equally dressed lady friend with whom he'd spent the night together with. Waking up with the sun glaring at him, he quickly jumped up and brushed the sand off of his body and circled his hand in the air above his head to give his guards off in the distance the signal he was leaving. The girl was still asleep. And he was content to leave her there. Grabbing his speedo with his toe and flicking it up high enough he could catch it in his hands he proceeded to walk towards the guards in the same state of undress in which he awoke. The guards were used to the display and he didn't care who saw what. As he made his way to the awaiting car, he slid quickly into it, his body getting goose bumps as the air-conditioned leather touched his warm body. He chuckled to himself as the car pulled off and he even waved goodbye to the young woman who was still, from the best of his vantage point, sleeping quietly on the beach. It didn't matter to him what she was doing at this point.

He grabbed his smartphone from the guard in the front passenger seat and began to flip through the three dozen messages from various people. His parents asking him if he was having a good time. A few female friends asking his plans for the evening not knowing he wasn't even in Spain at the moment. Then a quick peek at the news to see if any of his exploits wound up on the local news. So far, they hadn't. What was noticed was a news article detailing investment from the Margrave family in the island of St. Lucia, not all that far from Trinidad and Tobago. Apparently, Lysander bought a resort or some such. Alejandro didn't read too many details. He knew simply that Lysander was in this part of the world. This meant a chance to go and possibly chill with the friend he hardly saw outside of a few times at Ibiza.

A quick message was text to Lysander telling him that he was in the Caribbean on a summer vacation and was wondering if Lysander would be interested in getting together for some "fun times" he said. Alejandro didn't make hard-and-fast plans, nor were they ever really detailed. It was always the whims that carried him to and fro like a bee pollinating wildflowers. What Alejandro did was find the party. If there was a party, he could sniff it out. If he couldn't sniff it out, he knew Lysander could. Everything hinging on whether his friend would actually have time to spend or not. Either way, no matter for Alejandro. He could visit St. Lucia and take in the local sites. Something outside the empire would be a refreshing change.

In spite of the massive undertaking such a change in Alejandro's itinerary could make for the security services that protected him as well as the pilots that flew his plane and the people and government of St. Lucia who would be dealing with an incoming royal visitor that wasn't Lysander at the drop of a hat, the order went from Alejandro's lips to his personal attendant to organize a trip to St. Lucia. While he was there, he could make it a business trip and meet with First Minister Baptiste and attempt to keep a friendly relation with the tiny island nation. After all, the Caribbean was home to the largest fleet of Latin naval vessels outside of the Mediterranean owing to the fact every remaining territory not in Europe was bordered by the Caribbean. Certainly the friendship between Lysander and Alejandro could mean big agreements with St. Lucia in terms of trade, particularly the kind of military equipment needed to keep First Minister Baptiste in office for as long as he wanted. The Latins were nothing if not cunning enough to know that anyone wanting to stay in power and be friendly to Barcelona was more than welcome to buy from Barcelona's military industrial complex.

All Alejandro really needed was a green light from Lysander.
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Postby Marimaia » Thu Jul 12, 2018 6:54 am

Hewanorra International Airport
Vieux Fort, Saint Lucia
12:50hrs Local Time, 1st July 2018


If there was one thing that you had to give to the Margraves, it was their ability to get things done quickly. A customised Margravia Airways Airbus A330 was always available for the family, as even though they owned their own corporate jets they preferred to give their own airline some business if they needed to take up to two of their own vehicles on vacation; any more than that and they would require additional aircraft. Margravia Airways had developed a reputation across the Caliphate for being particularly adept at transporting expensive vehicles overseas and was the airline of choice for young scions of wealthy Emiri families such as the al-Rashids and the al-Nahyans, who were both neighbours and natural allies of the Margraves within the Caliphal political system. Due to Lysander Margrave's insistence that he would never rent a road vehicle, he had visited various car showrooms in Margravia City and purchased a black Range Rover SVAutobiography Dynamic sports utility vehicle the morning after his father had suggested that he should visit Saint Lucia. The Emiri heir then spent most of June 29th overseeing the packing of six large suitcases, all black with gold-coloured trim; while he occasionally intervened to add some frivolous item to his luggage, most of the packing was handled by servants who worked in Lysander's personal residence and had developed an excellent idea of what their young master might desire to take on vacation. As Lysander did not have an actual timeframe for how long he would be spending on Saint Lucia, he appeared to be taking anything he could think of, just in case. Topan, meanwhile, was content with a mere two suitcases. In addition to Topan, Lysander would be accompanied to Saint Lucia by four members of the Emiri Guard, the small but highly trained military force which served the Emirate of Margravia and enjoyed an excellent reputation within the Caliphal armed forces due to their professionalism. Understandably these four would not be in uniform as Lysander was not conducting an official visit, so they would be in civilian clothing instead.

Naturally Lysander had taken time out from supervising the packing of his luggage to return Alejandro's text, informing the Latin heir that he'd be arriving in the Caribbean in a couple of days and that they'd definitely have to meet up on Saint Lucia. Of course Lysander did request that Alejandro wait before arriving on Saint Lucia, as although they were friends there was no way that the young Margrave would accept arriving second; even though Alejandro was the heir apparent of the Latin Empire, Lysander's ego demanded that he be the first to receive any attention coming from the Saint Lucian government.

The flight to Saint Lucia had departed from Margravia City at 22:00hrs on June 30th (local time), although travelling by the customised Airbus was not like any traditional air journey. As one of the airline's few and much-requested luxury aircraft, it was not divided into business and economy class but instead the top deck was divided into a lounge area with conference capabilities, a well-equipped galley, one bedroom with an ensuite bathroom, and then a larger open sleeping area with an attached bathroom. Due to the substantially decreased passenger numbers, the cargo hold could then accommodate two vehicles as well as luggage. On this particular journey the aircraft was carrying Lysander's new SVAutobiography Dynamic as well as a more generic black Range Rover HSE for the accompanying Emiri Guard. It had taken roughly nine hours to reach Lisbon in the Latin Empire, selected for a stopover as it was the closest major European airport to Saint Lucia. After a two hour stay to top up the aircraft's fuel the journey continued, taking ten hours to fly from Lisbon to Lysander's final destination. As a result of the time difference, Lysander touched down at Hewanorra International Airport just after midday on July 1st, local time of course. Not that he actually realised it though, as he was blissfully dozing in the aircraft's master bedroom. After being roused from his nap by Topan, Lysander took his time to shower and get changed into fresh clothing, going with a pair of lightly coloured multi-strap sandals, white knee-length shorts, a loose-fitting white shirt, and a cream Panama hat, accessorised with a pair of designer photochromatic sunglasses. Nodding approvingly at the sight of Topan and the four Emiri Guard dressed in a smart casual manner while Topan also carried a black leather briefcase, Lysander gave the crew permission to finally open the passenger plug door at which point he could step out onto the boarding stairs which had been driven up to the A330 within five minutes of coming to a stop in the parking position that it currently occupied.

Almost as soon as Lysander's feet reached the airport tarmac, a small welcoming committee began to approach his position. Two blue and white baggage tugs, each towing two double shelf baggage carts, reached him quite quickly with their electric motors humming softly. A suited and bald individual clambered out of the passenger seat of the lead tug and eagerly stepped the rest of the short distance to Lysander, beaming happily as he did so.

"Sheikh Lysander, welcome to Saint Lucia! My name is Robert Paul and I am the operations manager here at Hewanorra International Airport. May I say that it is a distinct pleasure to meet you, if there is anything my staff and I can do to make your visit more comfortable then do not hesitate to ask."

Lysander regarded the thin middle-aged man over the rims of his sunglasses and offered a polite smile in response. "I appreciate the welcome, Mister Paul. If it's not too much bother I would appreciate it if you could start unloading the two vehicles in the cargo bay."

Paul nodded eagerly at the request. "Yes, of course." After producing a walkie-talkie and requesting the airport's largest cargo loader, the operations manager turned his attention back to Lysander. "Shouldn't be too long, Your Excellency. I must say that it is rare for us to be graced with someone of your stature, usually we have to make do with sportspeople or the occasional actor as stand-out visitors."

Lysander nodded and just about managed to keep his boredom from displaying on his face. "Uh-huh." In an attempt to give Paul something else to discuss and stop his obvious toadying, Lysander gestured towards the airport's single green-roofed white terminal. "I like the retro look, when was it built?"

"Oh...Oh! Hewanorra was originally built in the early 1950s, it's actually a former airbase site. The building's exterior hasn't changed much since it was built but we've done our best to keep up with modern technology inside. Hopefully the NDA government will be able to find someone to join their proposed Public-Private Partnership for the redevelopment so we can expand, we could turn Hewanorra into a true twenty-first century airport."

Lysander's eyebrow raised at the mention of the proposed redevelopment. "How much are you looking at to redevelop it?"

Paul sounded much more knowledgeable as he began talking about the proposal. "I believe the figure is one hundred million, of course it might go over that slightly so the government's hoping to find a partner willing to spend a little more if the need arises. In return the private partner would operate the airport under a proposed thirty year contract, while our Air and Sea Ports Authority would retain oversight and a share in the revenues. It would be a great step forward for us, we could handle many more flights and it would really boost our economy."

The young Margrave began idly tapping his chin as Paul continued to talk about the proposal. It was certainly of potential interest and the Margraves would have little trouble financing the redevelopment, they even had some experience of airport development from the planning and construction of New Margravia International Airport in Margravia City. There was also the goodwill factor to consider, as financing such an obviously important project could present the Margraves as true friends of Saint Lucia. At the sound of the cargo loader arriving to begin the unloading of the two vehicles from the A330, Lysander struck upon a way to not only pass the time while the unloading was carried out but also to get a better idea of what this proposal might entail.

"Mister Paul, is there any chance you could give me a bit of a tour of the site? Just out of curiosity."

The operations manager grinned. "Of course, Your Excellency. Please follow me."


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Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa
Saint Lucia
16:38hrs Local Time, 1st July 2018


After taking a tour of Hewanorra International Airport to pass the time while the airport staff unloaded the two Range Rovers and all of the luggage from the Airbus A330, Lysander thanked Robert Paul and all of the staff involved in the effort by having Topan open the briefcase he was carrying and handing out a $100 tip to each of them. Suffice to say that the young Margrave received a particularly fond farewell from the airport as his party drove off. The Range Rover HSE led the way, containing two Emiri Guard and the majority of Lysander's luggage, while the SVAutobiography Dynamic followed with Topan, Lysander, and the remaining two Emiri Guards inside along with the remainder of the party's luggage. The two vehicles took the Micoud Highway towards the north of the island, passing through various towns and villages along the 69.8km journey until finally reaching the northern Cap Estate area, at which point they began driving past a variety of vacation resorts. Upon reaching his final destination Lysander was thankfully not disappointed. As the two vehicles approached the cream-coloured outer walls of the private resort a smartly uniformed security guard stepped out from his post adjacent to the stylish black gates that barred entry to anyone without permission. He approached the HSE only to be referred to the SVAutobiography Dynamic, and his polite demeanour became almost sycophantic when he recognised Lysander as the resort's expected VIP guest. After returning to his station and activating the gates, the guard radioed through to management to let them know that their guest had arrived, and a flurry of activity rippled through the resort staff as the news was relayed around.

A group of three porters met the two vehicles almost as soon as they had finished parking, complete with two luggage trolleys which would prove to be essential for transporting the bags of the new arrivals. Lysander had taken the precaution of pocketing a few $100 notes during the journey so that he would not have to open the briefcase every time he wanted to tip someone, and each porter gratefully accepted the offered money before taking particular care with the young Margrave's luggage. Upon reaching check-in Lysander was greeted at the front desk by the resort manager himself, a cheerful individual named Adrian Hunte who obsequiously welcomed him to Cap Maison and became even more eager to please after receiving Lysander's standard tip. Hunte then escorted Lysander and his party to their accommodation with the three porters ferrying their luggage a few steps behind them. During the short walk Hunte gave Lysander a brief rundown on the 'Caribbean Colonial'-style resort including the various amenities and services on offer, not just at the resort itself but also at nearby locations which had deals in place for Cap Maison guests. Before too long they reached Saman House, the so-called "Owners Residence". A stylish 'tropical'-style villa set in its own private grounds within the resort, Saman House was a single-storey residence with four double bedrooms which included en suite bathrooms, as well as an open-plan lounge/kitchen, a private swimming pool, and stunning views of the Caribbean from the verandah which extended for the entire length of the building. In order to accommodate Lysander's security the closest neighbouring villa had also been booked, so Hunte presented Lysander with the keys to both buildings and continued trying to ingratiate himself while the porters unloaded the luggage; once all of the luggage was unloaded, Hunte and the porters wished Lysander a pleasant stay and left him to his own devices.

Three of the Emiri Guard subsequently collected their luggage and walked the short distance to their own villa while Lysander assigned bedrooms for Topan and the remaining Guardsman, giving them the two bedrooms on the west side of the property while he took both bedrooms on the east side. Put simply, he needed the closet space of both bedrooms to handle all of the clothing that he had brought with him. The remainder of Lysander's first day on Saint Lucia was spent in relative seclusion with room service being brought to Saman House, as he intended to properly launch his Caribbean vacation the next morning after getting a good night's sleep.

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Postby Chrinthanium » Thu Jul 12, 2018 8:43 pm

Aruba, Latin Virgin Islands
Government House
12:59 Local Time, 1 July 2018


Selena Martinez, the ever doting private secretary to Alejandro tossed the smart phone onto the seat beside the Latin heir. The smile on her face indicated there was something that required Alejandro's review. She didn't say anything. She didn't have to. Having worked with Alejandro since he was 18 he simply knew when he needed to do something by her looks and by her motions. Mostly, she was very cavalier in her dealings with him. She had to be. Perhaps she was the only woman in the world--apart from his mother and sister--that Alejandro actually respected and she achieved that level of respect by being brutally honest and firm. So when she would toss the expensive smartphone onto the seat beside him, that was his cue to take notice and take notice he did. He slid his finger across the touch screen and read the message left by Lysander Margrave. Then he looked up from the phone and stared strait into Selena's eyes. Then he began to chuckle.

"He's joking, right?" Alejandro said.

Selena simply shook her head in a negative manner.

"I thought I had a big ego, but his is... wow," Alejandro said.

Selena shifted her position slightly crossing her right leg over her left leg as she spoke, "Well, all we have to do is find out when he arrived and we can move after that. I will get the staff working on that, Sir. I would advise you not to upstage Lysander. Let him meet with the important people first. Let him do all he needs to do first. Then, if Baptiste wants to meet with you, we can do it. You always said your goal was to increase Latin influence in the world. Well, if you can take St. Lucia and make it realize it would have a better friend in Barcelona than London, you will have made your first move. Your father will love you for it and that old windbag Scaramella will probably start calling you his adoptive son."

"I'm not trying to go there to do any kind of deals, though if Baptiste wants to, we can talk. That's gonna totally kill the vacation vibe. I'm going to support a friend. While I'm there, we'll just make it known that we'd like to meet with Baptiste informally. No business talk. Maybe just a nice dinner and a few drinks. That's a vacation. If he really wants to talk, we can set that up through the proper channels. I mean, it's not like we've even gotta a message from him indicating he'd be down for it." Alejandro said.

It wasn't unusual for Alejandro to make these kinds of plans while abroad. Informal settings with the idea of business talk being taboo were his thing. It was all about rubbing elbows with the important people. It was all about forging the kinds of geopolitical relationships that would help him once he became Latin Emperor in the future. Barcelona had spent a lot of time and energy in its endeavors to keep the Caribbean territories under its control. Now that their satisfaction seemed high enough not to worry about insurrection, Barcelona could focus more on building relations with other nations around the globe. It is why the Caliphate and the Latin Empire--two nations on different sides of the political spectrum--could consider themselves friends and allies. Certainly Alejandro would tell Baptiste there wasn't to be any official business done at any informal meeting. If Baptiste wanted to deal with Barcelona, he would let Alejandro know. He was a man in control and did things his own way. That's the opinion Barcelona had on Baptiste.

The opinion Alejandro had on St. Lucia was that it was a tropical island that he'd never visited before and on his summer in the Caribbean, what better way to spend time than in some place new and different than Aruba or Puerto Rico. He'd get out of the empire's borders, he'd hang out with a friend, and maybe even begin a better relationship with a small but important neighbor in the Caribbean. Plus there was the added bonus of a whole island of women he'd never met before and, most likely, would never meet again. Even if he didn't succeed in bedding them, it would be much better than the typical young Latin woman who wanted to sleep with Alejandro to better their own position in society.

"Get onto St. Lucia and tell them we're gonna be there tonight. Let's see what this Cap Maison has to offer the VIP traveler. I mean, it really doesn't get more important me. Like, my dad and the Pope. Those are like the only two people more important than me." Alejandro said.

Selena nodded along as Alejandro went on about his importance.

Alejandro sighed, "Right, might be other more important than me, but whatever. Just make sure I can get into St. Lucia tonight. Then send a message to Lysander of Arabia that I'm coming. He'll be so pissed if I just show up unannounced and all quiet like."

Selena raised an eyebrow, "You? Arrive quietly?"

"I'll dress like a tourist and fly commercial then," Alejandro said with a chuckle.

"No. Take the plane. Dress appropriately. Be nice to Lysander. Be a respectful guest. Be the you you were in Puerto Rico back in March; suave, sophisticated, and very Imperial."


Hewanorra International Airport
Vieux Fort, Saint Lucia
1 July 2018, 21:07 Local Time


The Airbus ACJ380 sat on the runway. The large and modern jet was a present to the Latin Emperor and his family from the very same company that produced it. While many other Constitutional monarchies has strict issues with those kinds of gifts, in the Latin Empire they were quite a great way to keep in the good graces of the Latin Government. Behind the scenes, they wielded tremendous power. So, as it was, Alejandro had managed to charm his parents into letting him take "the big one" to the Caribbean. It was decked out, to say the least. There were conference rooms and lounges and five individual en-suite bathrooms, each one belonging to specific members of the Imperial family. There was a home theater as well as a bar and a grand dining room. The overall decor of the plane was modern, such was Alejandro's preference and his main reason for opting for the big jet. As the various individuals responsible for gathering and transporting luggage did their thing, Alejandro stepped off of the plane.

As he walked down the stairs to the tarmac, his light gray dress shirt, which was buttoned only with one button across his midriff, flapped in the breeze. The black khaki style shorts came to the knees. On his feet were designer sandals, in the flip-flop variety. The sunglasses on his were removed as he stepped into the rapidly fading daylight. He didn't bother talking to any staff members apart from anyone sent to greet him personally. Any tips for the workers were doled out by Selena Martinez. The transport to the Cap Maison whisked everyone away when the bags were stowed and ready for travel. Once at the resort, Alejandro would be hoping to see Lysander, but it would not be in Lysander's personality, as Alejandro say it, to wait on anyone in the lobby like someone's father awaiting their prodigal son to return. Selena sent the message to Lysander informing him of Alejandro's rather quiet-for-him arrival and that Alejandro was already with a bottle of the Latin Empire's best Cognac, which came from Aquitaine, and that there were two snifters ready for the meeting of the two men. While Alejandro waited for Lysander to respond, he put on some music and began to dance with Selena who, in spite of being 57, the Puerto Rican native was quite a capable dancer.
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Postby Marimaia » Sat Jul 14, 2018 3:23 pm

Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa
Saint Lucia
23:00hrs Local Time, 1st July 2018


Lysander let out a loud yawn as he made his way to the fridge in Saman House's whitewash and wood-decored kitchen, opening it and basking for a moment in the refreshing chill before retrieving a bottle of vanilla-flavoured cola. As part of the various perks available to the occupant of Saman House (or any villa at Cap Maison), the kitchen could be stocked up with items requested during the booking process, providing a ready-stocked kitchen upon arrival. There was even the option of having a personal chef during a stay at Saman House, but Lysander saw little point in that; if he had everything he could need in his accommodation then there would be no reason to venture anywhere else, and part of the reason for the trip was to venture around Saint Lucia in search of prospective business opportunities. As such the fridge was stocked with a variety of beverages but the young Margrave was intent on trying the various eateries on the island so there was no actual food in the residence, the dishes from room service having already been collected by the resort staff. It had been a long day of travelling so Lysander would start trying the restaurants of Saint Lucia over the following days (and possibly weeks, as he had no actual idea of how long he intended to stay).

As he fetched a glass from a nearby cupboard, his smartphone buzzed on the counter where he had placed it.

Lysander smirked to himself as he read the message regarding Alejandro's arrival. If Alejandro was staying at Cap Maison then the resort potentially increased in value by being able to advertise themselves as a resort fit for royalty, so there was already a side-benefit to his visit. While he was not a great fan of cognac Lysander had no problem consuming it if Alejandro offered, although he greatly preferred something along the lines of Malibu and cola. He replied to the message, letting Alejandro know that he was staying in the owner's residence and that he was more than welcome to pop over if he wanted. Once the message had been sent, he finished pouring his drink before looking down at himself to consider his current attire. As he'd had no intention of venturing outside or receiving visitors at this hour he had already changed for bed and was only wearing a pair of black silk boxer shorts. After returning to one of the two east side bedrooms to retrieve a black silk dressing gown, he pulled it on and tied the belt sash as he crossed the residence to the nearest bedroom on the western side and knocked on the door. It only took a handful of seconds for Topan to answer, dressed in a pair of black track pants and a white tank top as he had been about to start exercising in his room before going to bed; Topan raised an inquisitive eyebrow as he waited for Lysander to announce what he wanted.

"Alejandro's coming over in a few minutes."

"He doesn't waste much time, does he? I'll alert the guards in the other villa that you're expecting a guest, then I'll join you in the lounge."

"You're the best." Lysander beamed happily at Topan before heading back to the lounge, while Topan chuckled to himself and shook his head in amusement before phoning the Emiri Guards in the neighbouring villa to alert them of their impending visitor.
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St. Lucia
23:05 Local Time, 1 July 2018


Underneath the moonlight tropical sky sat the rooftop terrace and private pool of Alejandro's three-bedroom private villa. The pool, which was adequate, was shimmering with the moonlight that cascaded down in its somber tone. Alejandro, never one to be shy, was swimming in the buff as he preferred. Indoor swimming pools at various places in the Empire afforded him this ability, but there was something more freeing about doing so out of doors; particular higher up in an area where few people would actually be able to see--not that he cared if the locals gawked. A dutiful member of his security detail arrived on the rooftop terrace with Alejandro's personal smartphone. Without inhibition, he climbed out of the pool, down the tiled steps, and directly towards the man whose garb was so indicative of his job description that Alejandro had to intentionally prevent himself from laughing. The phone's LED indicator was blinking blue. Alejandro tapped open the messages and saw that Lysander was ready for Alejandro's arrival. He grabbed the towel from the back of one of the deck chairs and dried himself to the point he wouldn't drip water everywhere and then wrapped the towel around his waist to prevent anyone else seeing him in his current state of undress.

Down the stairs and into the villa he marched. Into the bedroom he zipped to change into something that wouldn't give Lysander any wrong intentions. This would take some thought. Lysander was known for being stylish and always dressing for the occasion, so Alejandro had to make the right choice. If he dressed down too much, he might upset Lysander or, worse, cause Lysander to feel overdressed--if that were even possible--for the occasion. No one, not even Alejandro, wanted anyone to feel out of place in their own home; at least temporary home. If he dressed too formal and Lysander was more casual, then he would feel overdressed himself and that would make Alejandro uncomfortable. Then, he remembered that Lysander didn't like to be outdone, so he opted to wear comfortable clothing. A casual approach to the evening was perhaps more called for. So what if Lysander was more properly dressed. It would be yet another moment when Lysander could shine. After all, that was being Lysander's friend's first rule: don't outdo him. Having picked for himself a black button-up shirt that was, as his earlier shirt was, buttoned only at the midriff, and a pair of black kkhaki shorts and stylish flip flips he grabbed the bottle of Lucius III Cognac from its resting place, two snifters, and tucked a few Puerto Rican cigars into his top pocket and made his way towards Saman House.

In front of Alejandro walked his main life guard, Captain Zaccherini. That was the only visible life guard around. The rest were well placed around on the off chance someone might be up to something. Along the relatively short walk, Alejandro realized that Topan was never more than a few paces away when he visited with Lysander. There was something about Topan's stare that indicated judgement and disdain even when such emotions were not evident in his normally-friendly greetings. Somehow, deep down, he wondered if somehow Topan felt that he needed protecting from Alejandro. Since Lysander wasn't a beautiful woman, there'd be little protection he'd need from Alejandro. There was also the idea that Lysander might not be ready to help Alejandro polish off a good portion of the World's best Cognac, so he was prepared for the potential--and most likely eventuality--that the drinking, should it proceed for a time, to switch from fine liquor to the usual mixed drinks found at popular bars and nightclubs around the world.

As the Latin heir reached Lysander's temporary residence, Captain Zaccherini knocked at the door. When Topan answered--for as certain as the Sun rose in the East and set in the West, it was certain Topan would answer the door--the guard would, as always, introduce Alejandro. It wasn't that he needed an introduction, but protocol dictated. So when the stern face of Zaccherini gently announced the arrival of "His Imperial Highness, Prince Alejandro," Alejandro simply acted as though the greeting wasn't necessary and simply would nod to Zaccherini to move out of the way.

He'd always say hello to Topan. There's no need to be rude to Lysander's right-hand man. "¡Hola! ¿Qué pasa?" he'd state forgetting briefly to speak in English. "¡Perdón!" he said, then switched to English, "It is good to see you again."
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Sunday 1st July 2018, 2130hrs Local Time


“You’re shitting me,” Jonathan Wright said into his phone. “The Latin Crown Prince is here as well?”

Wright had been working late, for a Sunday, making preparations for the suddenly increased workload that would be placed upon himself and his assets during the visit of the Margrave heir, when he had received the call. The caller was one of his assets, who worked as a baggage handling supervisor at Hewanorra International Airport, and as such was ideally placed to monitor the comings and goings on the island and had been doing precisely that when, shortly before he was due to come off shift, he had noticed the arrival of a second dignitary. Ever since Wright had been informed that Lysander Margrave was on his way he had put all of his assets on alert, intending to track the young Emir-in-Waiting’s movements as best as possible, but he had not expected to have another key international figure fall into his lap on such short notice. And yet, here he was, Prince Alejandro of the Latin Empire, on Saint Lucia of all places, presumably here due to his friendship with the young Margrave but it never the less complicated Wright’s operation here when it came to Lysander Margrave.

The Latin Empire was the United Kingdom’s closest large neighbour, and many of its colonial holdings were in close proximity to various parts of the British Empire; the Caribbean not the least of which. Truth be told His Majesty’s Government had very little reason to have any disagreement with the Latins; after all the British had no territorial designs on the Continent; after all it was long-standing good policy in Britain to avoid continental entanglements. Where HMG did foresee potential conflict was in competing influences in close proximity to British Crown Colonies, which was what made the appearance of the Latin Prince on Saint Lucia such an unwelcome surprise. If the arrival of Lysander Margrave had been of interest, the arrival of Prince Alejandro was of concern to say the least. Given the proximity of the British Crown Colonies in the Barbados, Grenada and Saint Vincent, it was essential that the British influence on Saint Lucia remained predominant; any shift towards the Latins was simply unacceptable, and the Prince’s decision to come here was politically naive to say the least if he did not expect there to be some response from London.

Although precisely what that would be was way above Wright’s pay-grade; his concern was the matter in front of him, and the fact remained that his organisation here was woefully undersized for the kind of operation he would like to run. So he would have to do things the old-fashioened way; take advantage of his cover.

“Alright, thanks, I’ll make sure a nice little extra makes its way to you.”

Ending the call Wright leant back in his chair and considered how best to proceed. Based on intelligence reports that Lysander and Alejandro were supposedly close friends the best chance at keeping an eye on both of them was to keep an eye on one of them, and that person was likely Lysander. If the young Margrave was here to investigate more investing opportunities then he would likely be very eager to meet with a representative of such a large and influential organisation as Universal Exports (even if it was a cover organisation for MI6, the nature of its operations had meant that it had taken a life of its own). Aside from anything else if the Margraves were going to get involved here in any real way they would need an infrastructure to bring goods into and out of the country, and if there was one thing that Universal Exports was good at, aside from harbouring British spies, it was moving things around. If Wright, and Universal Exports, could integrate themselves with the Margrave’s operations, as they had with some of the Saint Lucian Governments, then they would have both insight and influence into whatever they had planned. It wasn’t that there was any ill-will between the British Government and the Margraves, but with the strategic important of the Caribbean, the British simply wanted to be involved.

As such, the following morning when Lysander went down for breakfast at the Cap Maison he would be approached by one of the hotel staff to inform him that a ‘Mister Wright from Universal Exports’ would like a meeting with him at the earliest opportunity to discuss their ‘shared business interests’ on Saint Lucia. He would be given a phone number to ring, or to get one of his subordinates to ring and, if he checked, the number would correlate to the Universal Exports Building in Castries. He would get through to Wright’s secretary, one of the few individuals at the Universal Exports Building who actually knew of their bosses true nature, who would arrange a meeting. Wright did not anticipate getting a reply tonight, so he finished off the report he was writing, made the arrangements for the message to be sent, caught up with his secretary before bidding the overnight team a goodnight before making his way out to his car; an imported Jaguar F-Type Convertable, as unfortunately his cover was not sufficiently lavish enough to rate an Ashton Martin or some other more expensive, and flashy, vehicle, and began the drive to his home, eager to get a good nights sleep before what would likely be a busy few days.

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Chrinthanium wrote:Cap Maison
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23:05 Local Time, 1 July 2018


Underneath the moonlight tropical sky sat the rooftop terrace and private pool of Alejandro's three-bedroom private villa. The pool, which was adequate, was shimmering with the moonlight that cascaded down in its somber tone. Alejandro, never one to be shy, was swimming in the buff as he preferred. Indoor swimming pools at various places in the Empire afforded him this ability, but there was something more freeing about doing so out of doors; particular higher up in an area where few people would actually be able to see--not that he cared if the locals gawked. A dutiful member of his security detail arrived on the rooftop terrace with Alejandro's personal smartphone. Without inhibition, he climbed out of the pool, down the tiled steps, and directly towards the man whose garb was so indicative of his job description that Alejandro had to intentionally prevent himself from laughing. The phone's LED indicator was blinking blue. Alejandro tapped open the messages and saw that Lysander was ready for Alejandro's arrival. He grabbed the towel from the back of one of the deck chairs and dried himself to the point he wouldn't drip water everywhere and then wrapped the towel around his waist to prevent anyone else seeing him in his current state of undress.

Down the stairs and into the villa he marched. Into the bedroom he zipped to change into something that wouldn't give Lysander any wrong intentions. This would take some thought. Lysander was known for being stylish and always dressing for the occasion, so Alejandro had to make the right choice. If he dressed down too much, he might upset Lysander or, worse, cause Lysander to feel overdressed--if that were even possible--for the occasion. No one, not even Alejandro, wanted anyone to feel out of place in their own home; at least temporary home. If he dressed too formal and Lysander was more casual, then he would feel overdressed himself and that would make Alejandro uncomfortable. Then, he remembered that Lysander didn't like to be outdone, so he opted to wear comfortable clothing. A casual approach to the evening was perhaps more called for. So what if Lysander was more properly dressed. It would be yet another moment when Lysander could shine. After all, that was being Lysander's friend's first rule: don't outdo him. Having picked for himself a black button-up shirt that was, as his earlier shirt was, buttoned only at the midriff, and a pair of black kkhaki shorts and stylish flip flips he grabbed the bottle of Lucius III Cognac from its resting place, two snifters, and tucked a few Puerto Rican cigars into his top pocket and made his way towards Saman House.

In front of Alejandro walked his main life guard, Captain Zaccherini. That was the only visible life guard around. The rest were well placed around on the off chance someone might be up to something. Along the relatively short walk, Alejandro realized that Topan was never more than a few paces away when he visited with Lysander. There was something about Topan's stare that indicated judgement and disdain even when such emotions were not evident in his normally-friendly greetings. Somehow, deep down, he wondered if somehow Topan felt that he needed protecting from Alejandro. Since Lysander wasn't a beautiful woman, there'd be little protection he'd need from Alejandro. There was also the idea that Lysander might not be ready to help Alejandro polish off a good portion of the World's best Cognac, so he was prepared for the potential--and most likely eventuality--that the drinking, should it proceed for a time, to switch from fine liquor to the usual mixed drinks found at popular bars and nightclubs around the world.

As the Latin heir reached Lysander's temporary residence, Captain Zaccherini knocked at the door. When Topan answered--for as certain as the Sun rose in the East and set in the West, it was certain Topan would answer the door--the guard would, as always, introduce Alejandro. It wasn't that he needed an introduction, but protocol dictated. So when the stern face of Zaccherini gently announced the arrival of "His Imperial Highness, Prince Alejandro," Alejandro simply acted as though the greeting wasn't necessary and simply would nod to Zaccherini to move out of the way.

He'd always say hello to Topan. There's no need to be rude to Lysander's right-hand man. "¡Hola! ¿Qué pasa?" he'd state forgetting briefly to speak in English. "¡Perdón!" he said, then switched to English, "It is good to see you again."



Topan nodded succinctly in response to Alejandro's greeting. "Good to see you as well, Your Imperial Highness. He's gone a little more casual than usual, you caught him as he was thinking of going to bed."

An indignant sound from behind caused Topan to smirk slightly before he stepped aside, as the front door led directly to the lounge area where Lysander was stretched out on a comfortable three-seat couch with his legs crossed, still in his boxer shorts but thankfully with the black dressing gown covering most of him. He looked up from his smartphone and grinned at Alejandro, playfully giving him a royal wave from the comfort of his spot.

"Heyo, Alejo! What do you think of my new resort?"

Topan gestured for Alejandro to enter. While Topan did not necessarily dislike Alejandro, he was keenly aware of the fact that Lysander could easily get carried away while intoxicated and he was not completely sure that Alejandro would call time on their socialising before something happened that could get potentially awkward in the long run. This was the heir to the Latin Empire, after all. His concerns were soothed to a degree by the fact that Lysander had absolutely no problem with Topan being present, meaning that he could observe proceedings and step in if he thought it necessary.
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Postby Chrinthanium » Sun Jul 15, 2018 3:39 pm

Having walked in and noticed Lysander lounging around like a media mogul for a skin magazine, Alejandro paused in disbelief for a split second and tried not to laugh. For some reason, in his wildest dreams, Alejandro never imagined seeing this particular sight without a beautiful woman involved. Today, the dream was ruined. Still, at least Lysander had managed to put a robe on. The assumption being that below the robe was precious little--if anything--being worn. Alejandro walked over and sat on the arm of the three-seat couch and placed the glasses down gingerly along with the bottle of Cognac which was probably worth more than a Cap Maison employee's monthly wages.

"Sandy," Alejandro said, "the resort is very nice based on what I can see. Maybe tomorrow I will go and take a look around the grounds and give you my honest opinion. Right now I have brought a special bottle from my private reserve. I figured you, perhaps the only real friend I have with any class and stature that isn't trying to suck up to me, might like to taste this very special Cognac. It is an XXO, which is extra, extra old. It has been ageing since the day I was born and is just now ready to drink."

Alejandro picked up the bottle of cognac and put a jigger into the top which was retrieved from his top pocket. He then took the snifter and held it sideways so that it was parallel to the ground. He then held it so Lysander could see as he poured the brown liquor until it touched the tip of the glass. With that Alejandro stopped, placed the bottle of Cognac down while simultaneously turning the glass right-side up. The snifter was given exactly one and a half ounces of the Cognac. He handed the first glass to Lysander, then pour himself his own glass. Once he had the snifter cupped in his hand, he swirled the Cognac around a bit and allow the bouquet to reach his nose by transferring the heat from his hand to the glass and from the glass to the cognac itself. The delicate smell of the flowers wafted to his olfactory sense. Then, he brought it up to his chin and again took in the bouquet. From that vantage point, the fruits that had gone into the Cognac were then present to his nose. Finally, he held it up sticking his nose into the glass and took one final breath of the bouquet. That is where the spices within the drink became present. Then he took just a small sip, perhaps the smallest possible sip that he could. The cognac filled his pallet. He simply closed his eyes and enjoyed.

"Goddamn, Sandy," Alejandro said, "now that's what I'm talking about." Then he looked over at Topan, "Would you like to have a little taste? I'm sure we can find for you another, um, cómo se dice.." Alejandro snapped his fingers trying to bring the English word to his mind... "copa de coñac" then he held the glass up and shook it indicating that was the word he was looking for, "the glass for the Cognac. Ah, yes, the snifter."

When Alejandro spoke non-English, he spoke Castilian Spanish, what would be considered true Spanish in spite of being Catalan. It was most likely that Topan, if not Lysander himself, might know enough Spanish to pass and assist if Alejandro, who was quite fluent in English already, found himself lacking to recall specific words in English he'd rarely ever use. In fact, most people in Latin Spain would instantly know Alejandro was Catalan without him ever having to state it beyond his title. The rest of the world would assume Californian Spanish (that bastard of a language that Barcelona refused to ever state was an official dialect), Puerto Rican Spanish, Central American Spanish, and various regional dialects in Spain itself were all the same. In fact, they were not to the native Latins. In particular, even when speaking Castilian, Alejandro rarely ever made the so-called lithping sound because they don't do that in Catalunya. So, his "S" always sounded like an "S". Still, it was a safe bet to speak Castilian to foreigners as that would be language mostly taught in their schools. And, when trying to locate a word in English, he could say the Castilian word and, potentially, Lysander or Topan would at least be able to sense what he wanted..

Alejandro reached into his top pocket and pulled out two cigars. "If you would like, maybe we can step outside and partake. That is if, um.." Alejandro paused a moment trying to recall the correct English phrase he wanted to say, "Cómo se dice... guardaespaldas... the body guards don't mind you stepping outside."
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Postby Marimaia » Mon Jul 16, 2018 11:13 am

Lysander watched with some degree of amusement as Alejandro went through the ritual of smelling his cognac, preferring instead to simply take a gentle sip from his own snifter. He's like one of those old snobs in historical dramas, thought the young Margrave. In all honesty any subtleties in the flavour of the cognac were completely lost on Lysander who always focused on the simple matter of whether he liked the taste of something or not. This was, after all, the same Lysander Margrave who described both red and white wine as 'flowery vinegar', while lagers and ales had long been banished from his consideration after his first taste of lager had led to his face screwing up as if someone had forced him to drink urine. He instead preferred beverages like flavoured water (raspberry and apple being his favourite) and colas (vanilla or cherry flavours being equally acceptable); consumption of alcohol therefore usually came in the form of Malibu or vodka added to some form of soft drink. There were some who had in the past commented on the so-called 'girly' nature of his preferred alcoholic beverages, but those comments had resulted in a quick expulsion from Lysander's social circle unless the Emiri heir was in an especially good mood at the time.

He stifled a giggle as Alejandro offered to give Topan a taste of the cognac, while Topan himself simply shook his head with a polite smile. "No thank you, Your Imperial Highness. I doubt that I have the palate to appreciate it."

When Alejandro produced two cigars from his pocket and invited Lysander if he wished to partake, Lysander took another slight sip of the cognac before responding. "Nah, I'm good but thanks for the offer. So come on, tell me, did you come to Saint Lucia just to see little old me or are you up to something? Do we need to warn the women of this island that Hurricane Alejandro will be passing through?"

He smirked before continuing. "I only ask because I'm not here for a simple vacation, I'm looking at potential business between the family and Saint Lucia as well. So I'm going to be having a lot of meetings, tours, and that kind of thing."

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Postby Chrinthanium » Mon Jul 16, 2018 3:53 pm

Alejandro also chuckled when Topan politely refused the offer. The fact that Lysander was indulging in spite of not seeming to have any real like of the drink caused Alejandro to also chuckle slightly as he took another slight sip. To Alejandro, this was the difference between old money and new money, those born to fraternize with old-world types and new-age types alike and those only interested in the modern age, and a most striking difference in upbringing. He always avoided discussions regarding such things, but it would be evident to anyone that even in his most compromised moments, Alejandro was bred for his role in a way that the Margraves most likely would not have raised Lysander. In spite of being the party animal that was, as Lysander succinctly put it, "Hurricane Alejandro," and in spite of being three years younger than Lysander, Alejandro was from a world where old customs were still very much part of the lifestyle. To a small degree, Alejandro did feel that Lysander could be more open to tasting the ways of the old and in learning the subtleties of class and style that perhaps were not regarded with any degree of seriousness from a nation where it was all about how much you could buy and how much you could flaunt your wealth. Quite simply, there was being rich and then there was being aristocratic. Lysander belonged to the former while Alejandro belonged to the latter.

"Don't worry, Topan," Alejandro said, "it is an acquired taste."

Then he turned his attention to Lysander's question. Perhaps more to the point, the question qualified with an explanation of Lysander's purpose.

"You are a good friend, but you're not the only reason I'm here," Alejandro replied. "My summer vacation this year is a tour of the Caribbean. Normally, I stick with our territories, but since you're here, figured would be a good chance to drop in and say hi while also taking some time away from the ever-looming view of my father. His eyes can't see this far."

He then took his hand and gently smacked Lysander's leg a few times, "And no need to hoist the hurricane warnings. In spite of my reputation, I'm not always out to get laid." The fact is, this was unfamiliar territory to Alejandro, so he would do his utmost best to lay low in the eternal search for young women to accompany him. In the Empire it was less likely to cause a fuss than it would outside its borders. Perhaps that was because young Latin royalty was expected to play the field until they settled down with the right kind of woman. Bringing such an idea to foreign soil was more likely to end in a messy way that would only cause Marcus V to get on Alejandro's case again. "But, if the opportunity presented itself, well, then I'm totally down for it."

"As far as your investment," Alejandro continued, "just by me being here, you could find yourself with more Latin aristocratic families and captains of industry and commerce coming for vacations based on my recommendation, so perhaps I'm also here to help promote your interests. A good few days here would go a very long way with bringing that kind of business your way. We've thousands of kilometers of beach, but they're always looking for something new. You know how it is, Sandy."

Then Alejandro finished off his cognac and looked over at Lysander with a grin, "Now, unless it's too late on your school night, how about a Malibu and Coke?"
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Postby Marimaia » Tue Jul 17, 2018 8:48 am

Lysander nodded in agreement as Alejandro mentioned the potential that his presence had to provide a boost to the Saint Lucian tourism industry, especially as Lysander and his father had plans to greatly expand the Margrave acquisitions on the island...not that he would openly admit such a thing, of course.

"Yep, I know how it is, Alejo. Everyone who is anyone is on the lookout for the next fashionable vacation spot, somewhere where they could potentially rub shoulders with both bloodline royalty and financial royalty alike. Somewhere to relax and unwind, but with the potential of meeting like-minded individuals who might want to talk business or simply network. It's a safe bet that Cap Maison will start seeing more visitors from the Caliphate as the Emiri and al-a'yan families hear about this place from their Margrave friends, but it certainly wouldn't hurt if we get an influx of the Latin upper crust as well."

He then giggled slightly at the mention of his favourite alcoholic drink. "Well....since you dropped by, it would be rude of me to say no, wouldn't it?"

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"It would be rude, but understandable," Alejandro said as he smiled. He stood up and went to fix a drink for him and Lysander. There were no attempts at fancy moves or any sort of funny business. It was just a straight mixed drink. Finishing up, he brought his and Lysander's into the room and handed Lysander the first one. "Salute," he said holding up the glass.

"So, about the upper-crust Latins," Alejandro said after taking his first drink. Unlike the Cognac, Alejandro took a fairly large drink. It wasn't his favorite drink, but he didn't grimace. "If you get this plan in motion, I would definitely be interested in promoting it to the kind of people that you would be more interested in catering to. No, I am not looking for anything more than to help a friend. I will try to keep that old Sacaramella away, though. He is not the kind of person you should cater to." Alejandro sat down in the chair that faced the central table with his back towards the ocean view. Living in Barcelona, Alejandro had seen these sights before. The location was different, the specifics were different, the effect was always the same. As he sat down, he took his free hand and unbuttoned the only button keeping his shirt in some state of closed. He crossed his legs in the typical male figure-4 style. "Trust me, Sandy, just always be booked if Fabrizio wants to come."

"And certainly such an endeavor would mean you must meet with Baptiste, and when you do, if you haven't already, please extend to him my thanks for allowing us to come on such short notice. I'm sure his police staff are working overtime," Alejandro said. The hope was such a comment might lead to a face-to-face meeting, but he did not have his hopes up for it.

"Now, then," Alejadro said as he uncrossed his leg and slouched slightly in the chair, his legs slightly apart making himself at home for whatever time remained of this social meeting, "what have you been doing outside of this? The papers do not talk about your romances anymore? Is Sandy too much work and not enough play? You have to learn to allow time for the playing, Sandy. I manage to play and still get the job done. What you need is better time management."
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Upon receiving his drink, Lysander returned Alejandro's gesture by holding up his own glass. "Cheers."

As Alejandro spoke about promoting Cap Maison and expressed his opinion that Fabrizio Scaramella was not a person that Lysander would want to be catering to, the young Margrave sipped at his Malibu and Coke while listening intently. The sipping was not indicative of any dislike of the drink he was consuming however, it was simply the way that Lysander drank most beverages. He noted the mention of First Minister Michael Baptiste before responding.

"It shouldn't be too much of an issue to establish a list of persona non grata who'll get a polite rebuff if they try booking here. The staff might wonder why the Latin Prime Minister is on the list, but at the end of the day it's not their problem. Don't put yourself in an awkward position with him though, Alejo. You've tipped me off so feel free to hype this place up to anyone you want, even him. If he's unable to get a booking then it's because this place is so popular. If he tries being sneaky and asks a friend of his to book, and his friend is successful where he failed, then that's a matter between him and the Margrave family. At no point would your name be mentioned to him, and if he wants to get pissy over a 'perceived' slight from us then he's more than welcome to do so."

Lysander smirked as he took another sip. "He wouldn't be the first person to take exception to us, and I'm damn sure he wouldn't be the last. As far as First Minister Baptiste is concerned, I do actually have a meeting scheduled with him to discuss a few things. I'll make sure that I pass on your thanks, I'm certain he'll appreciate it. While I haven't met him in person before, I understand that he's very much a straightforward person who likes to get stuff done."

At the mention of romance and Lysander's evident lack thereof, he took a larger sip of his drink and pouted slightly. "I wish it was because I'm all work and no play. It's actually because I haven't met anyone worth talking about recently. There have been a couple of guys since we last chatted but damn, Alejo, they weren't worth my time or effort. As soon as things start looking up, it's always 'any chance I could borrow some cash?', or 'is it true that you know this celebrity or that celebrity, I've always been a fan of them', or they want to meet my father because they've got some business idea, or they want me to look at their business idea, or similar crap. I even used to get guys like that after me at university, but they soon stopped after Topan beat the crap out of one of them."

He took a moment to smirk at that particular memory, then consumed a large mouthful of his beverage before continuing. "You know what it's like, Alejo. People showing an interest in you because they think they can get something out of being with you. I think the best chance I have is to find someone who's either already in a position of wealth and power, or someone who's not bright enough to have schemes of their own. Either an equal or a guy who's simply happy to be around me. If they happen to worship the ground I walk on then that would obviously be a massive plus."
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Postby Chrinthanium » Sun Jul 22, 2018 9:00 pm

Alejandro took a drink from his glass, then he held it by the edge with his fingers, palm of his hand over the top allowing it to sort of hang suspended above the floor. With his free hand he began to lightly rub against his chest as Lysander spoke about the troubles of finding the right kind of person.

"If I could be so honest, perhaps you might avoid some of those types of people if you were not always wanting to have gold cars and gold yachts," Alejandro said as he swirled the drink in the glass while still rubbing his chest. "Of course, like you, people see my title and assume that I must be some sort of fairy tale prince who takes them to grand balls and all they do is wear beautiful gowns and tiaras. My life is not like that. But the people see me on the television in a nice tuxedo and shaking hands with this person and that person and they think that is what I do."

"That's why I only fuck them," Alejandro added with a chuckle. "People think I am on some sort of quest to bed every beautiful woman on the planet. I would like to, but they are not worth any more of my time than 20 or 30 minutes and then they can go home. When the one appears who is only interested in me for me, then, perhaps, I can work on just one woman for a while; or forever if it works."

Alejandro shifted the glass in his hand until he was holding it properly and then lifted it to his lips and knocked back the remainder of the drink. He put it down on the table in front of him and smiled at Lysander. "I would love to stay here and drink with you until the sunrise, but I know that you are very busy in the morning, Sandy. I should take my leave, amigo. I should be around a few days taking in the sights and the local women," Alejandro brandished a cheeky smile at that point, "So if you have the time, drop me a line and we can get drunk and tell the world to fuck itself."
"You ever feel like the world is a tuxedo and you're a pair of brown shoes?" - George Gobel, American Comedian (1919-1991)

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Postby Marimaia » Tue Jul 24, 2018 3:26 pm

Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa
Saint Lucia
09:05hrs Local Time, 2nd July 2018


Lysander emerged from his bedroom with a slight spring in his step after having had a particularly good night's sleep. While he had enjoyed Alejandro's brief visit the previous night, he strongly disagreed with the Latin heir's assessment that Lysander's taste in vehicle colour was somehow attracting opportunists; not that he said such a thing to Alejandro's face, of course. Instead he had expressed his own opinion at length to Topan once Alejandro had left, while Topan listened intently knowing that the young Margrave simply needed to vent a bit. It was not the first occasion where Topan had acted as a sympathetic ear to Lysander and it was probably not going to be the last. Lysander's sunny disposition this morning was clear evidence to Topan that sometimes the twenty-five year old just needed someone to bitch to. After perusing the room service menu Lysander asked Topan to order him a specific breakfast as well as anything that Topan and the Emiri Guard staying with them wanted, then ventured into his bedroom's en suite bathroom to have a shower. By the time he had finished showering, toweling off, shaving, and drying his long black hair, breakfast was being delivered by two polite and smartly uniformed employees. Lysander emerged from his bedroom dressed in a lightly coloured shirt and shorts just in time to tip the two employees with his customary $100 each, then took a seat at the small round dining table which was positioned near to the lounge area of the central open-plan space of Saman House. Topan set the Emiri heir's breakfast on the table before him before noticing an envelope which had been placed next to the delivered trays on the kitchen counter. As Lysander began tucking into banana pancakes with roast banana and cinnamon cream, Topan open the envelope and inspected the message within.

"Apparently there was a message left for you last night, a 'Mister Wright from Universal Exports'. Anyone you know?"

Lysander gave a puzzled frown. "Never heard of him. Does it say what he wanted?"

"He would like a meeting with you at the earliest opportunity to discuss 'shared business interests' on Saint Lucia. Are you sure you don't know him?" Topan raised his eyebrows quizzically at Lysander, who simply shrugged.

"Don't look at me, no-one said anything about any company called Universal Exports. My father would have said something if I was supposed to be meeting an existing business partner. The only thing I can think of is that maybe he heard that I was on the island and he figured he'd grab the opportunity to talk business with a Margrave."

Lysander dabbed at his mouth with a napkin before producing his smartphone from his pocket and searching for the name 'Universal Exports' online. "It's a real company, import-export stuff. Looks like it's British...oh what the hell, I'll meet him. Did he leave contact details?"

"Phone number."

"Give him a call and tell him that I'm available until one o'clock this afternoon if he'd like to meet me today. I'm supposed to meet First Minister Baptiste at three so I want a bit of time to myself between them." Lysander smirked slightly. "The perils of being a Margrave, everyone wants to talk to you."


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Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa
Saint Lucia
10:45hrs Local Time, 2nd July 2018


Lysander was quietly impressed at just how quickly Jonathan Wright had made himself available for a meeting. While Lysander had eaten his breakfast Topan had contacted the Castries office of Universal Exports and spoken to Wright's secretary, who had arranged things with Mister Wright on the spot. The journey from Castries to Cap Maison took roughly half an hour by car so Lysander had called the resort management personally to ensure that Wright was allowed straight in with a minimum of hassle or holdup. At 10:45am Lysander had received a call from the front desk to inform him that Mister Wright had arrived and was being shown to Saman House; the message was passed onto the Emiri Guards who were staying the nearest neighbouring villa so that they were aware of the arrival of their young master's guest.

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Jonathan Wright was pleased that Lysander Margrave had accepted his request for a meeting, and that he had made himself available as quickly as Wright had hoped he would. As had been his intention his secretary had been able to arrange the meeting almost immediately, and as such it had not been long after Wright had arrived at the Universal Exports Building that he was heading off in his Jaguar F-Type for Cap Maison. Given what he knew of the young Margrave he assumed that he would have a security detail of some kind, and as such elected to keep his sidearm, a Walter P99, secured away in the locked glovebox of the Jaguar. After all, on an island as relatively safe as Saint Lucia carrying a firearm would undermine his cover as a legitimate business man. Besides it wasn’t like he would be any real danger meeting the Margrave, after all even if the young man was switched on enough to identify that there was more to Wright than met the eye there would be nothing concrete to link him back to British Intelligence. Certainly not to the extent that he would be in any danger.

He had spoken extensively with London on what his objectives going into this meeting with Lysander Margrave. The first priority were to determine, if possible, what the Margraves intentions on Saint Lucia were, and whether they posed a threat to British interests in the region. Secondly he was to endeavour to ingratiate Universal Exports into the Margrave’s plans wherever possible, in order to provide direct influence on events and to ensure and inside look into what was going on. Throughout he was instructed to use language that could, with a straight face, be associated solely to Universal Exports, and its supposed paymasters at head office, but also that could, if one wanted to and was aware to the possibility, be used to refer to the British state. This would only be done in a manner akin to double-talk, rather than any direct connection; Wright wasn’t about to come out and identify himself as an MI6 Officer after all, yet he was confident that he could get his message across if the young Margrave was smart enough to realise that there was indeed more to Wright than met the eye.

Wright enjoyed the drive over immensely, if nothing else Saint Lucia was a beautiful country and the coastal drive was stunning to say the least. From a professional perspective his assignment here had been boring to say the least, but it was not exactly an un-pleasurable posting and his service-provided Jag had enjoyed full use exploring the sights of Saint Lucia as Wright went about maintaining his cover and expanding Universal Export’s, and thereby His Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service’s, influence across the island.

Soon enough Wright was pulling into the private car park at Cap Maison and stepped out into the sun. He was dressed in a smart suit, a Universal Exports lapel pin in pride of place, looking every inch the British businessman in the twenty-first century. He made his way into the main building and presented himself at the front desk, from there he was guided through the complex until he reached Lysander’s villa. There he was inspected by the Margrave’s Emiri Guard to ensure that he did not have any weapons, vindicating his decision to leave his weapon in the car, before being shown to the young Margrave heir.

“Sheikh Lysander, thank you so much for meeting with me on such short notice, my name is Jonathan Wright, I am the Regional Officer for Universal Exports here on my Saint Lucia, my job here is to represent my superiors interests here,” Wright said by means of introduction. “As I’m sure you can appreciate Universal Exports has a great deal of interests all over the Caribbean, and Saint Lucia is no different, so we keep a careful eye on everything that happens around us.”

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The Reborn British Empire wrote:Cap Maison Luxury Hotel and Spa
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Monday 2nd July 2018, 1045hrs Local Time


Jonathan Wright was pleased that Lysander Margrave had accepted his request for a meeting, and that he had made himself available as quickly as Wright had hoped he would. As had been his intention his secretary had been able to arrange the meeting almost immediately, and as such it had not been long after Wright had arrived at the Universal Exports Building that he was heading off in his Jaguar F-Type for Cap Maison. Given what he knew of the young Margrave he assumed that he would have a security detail of some kind, and as such elected to keep his sidearm, a Walter P99, secured away in the locked glovebox of the Jaguar. After all, on an island as relatively safe as Saint Lucia carrying a firearm would undermine his cover as a legitimate business man. Besides it wasn’t like he would be any real danger meeting the Margrave, after all even if the young man was switched on enough to identify that there was more to Wright than met the eye there would be nothing concrete to link him back to British Intelligence. Certainly not to the extent that he would be in any danger.

He had spoken extensively with London on what his objectives going into this meeting with Lysander Margrave. The first priority were to determine, if possible, what the Margraves intentions on Saint Lucia were, and whether they posed a threat to British interests in the region. Secondly he was to endeavour to ingratiate Universal Exports into the Margrave’s plans wherever possible, in order to provide direct influence on events and to ensure and inside look into what was going on. Throughout he was instructed to use language that could, with a straight face, be associated solely to Universal Exports, and its supposed paymasters at head office, but also that could, if one wanted to and was aware to the possibility, be used to refer to the British state. This would only be done in a manner akin to double-talk, rather than any direct connection; Wright wasn’t about to come out and identify himself as an MI6 Officer after all, yet he was confident that he could get his message across if the young Margrave was smart enough to realise that there was indeed more to Wright than met the eye.

Wright enjoyed the drive over immensely, if nothing else Saint Lucia was a beautiful country and the coastal drive was stunning to say the least. From a professional perspective his assignment here had been boring to say the least, but it was not exactly an un-pleasurable posting and his service-provided Jag had enjoyed full use exploring the sights of Saint Lucia as Wright went about maintaining his cover and expanding Universal Export’s, and thereby His Majesty’s Secret Intelligence Service’s, influence across the island.

Soon enough Wright was pulling into the private car park at Cap Maison and stepped out into the sun. He was dressed in a smart suit, a Universal Exports lapel pin in pride of place, looking every inch the British businessman in the twenty-first century. He made his way into the main building and presented himself at the front desk, from there he was guided through the complex until he reached Lysander’s villa. There he was inspected by the Margrave’s Emiri Guard to ensure that he did not have any weapons, vindicating his decision to leave his weapon in the car, before being shown to the young Margrave heir.

“Sheikh Lysander, thank you so much for meeting with me on such short notice, my name is Jonathan Wright, I am the Regional Officer for Universal Exports here on my Saint Lucia, my job here is to represent my superiors interests here,” Wright said by means of introduction. “As I’m sure you can appreciate Universal Exports has a great deal of interests all over the Caribbean, and Saint Lucia is no different, so we keep a careful eye on everything that happens around us.”


Lysander grinned at Wright and offered his hand to shake once the Brit had finished introducing himself. "It is no problem at all, Mister Wright. Please take a seat, and would you like anything to drink? Tea, coffee, water, anything like that?"

He gestured for Wright to take a seat in one of the armchairs of Saman House's lounge area before sitting and then reclining on the same couch that he had occupied during Alejandro's visit the previous night. "Personally I'm in the mood for an Earl Grey. I probably don't drink as much tea as I should." Due to the fact that he was meeting someone who was British, Lysander evidently thought it more appropriate to drink tea rather than his usual flavoured cola. As Topan headed off to prepare the requested beverages, Lysander adopted a slightly more business-like demeanour.

"I looked up your company after receiving your message this morning, as I must admit a lack of personal familiarity with it. It certainly has quite a global reach and, as you say, quite a presence right here in the Caribbean. My family have never had any issues doing business with British companies, as I'm sure you're aware we own a couple ourselves; I always make a point of visiting Harrods if I'm in London, it's definitely one of my favourite holdings in our corporate empire. Anyway, we have one or two holdings here in the Caribbean like the Blacksail Bay resort on Saint-Laurent, and Cap Maison seemed like a good investment to add to our portfolio. As we now have a business interest in Saint Lucia it was thought to be a good idea for one of the family to come here for a visit, so here I am. So my question to you is, why are you here meeting with me right now?"

The young Margrave smirked. "I don't mean it harshly, I'm genuinely intrigued to hear whatever you're about to pitch."

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Postby The Reborn British Empire » Sun Jul 29, 2018 8:23 am

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Monday 2nd July 2018, 1045hrs Local Time


“Earl Grey, of course,” Wright smiled broadly.

Wright leant back in his chair as he waited for the drink to be brought over and took an appreciative sip before listening to what Lysander had to say. He was pleased by the man’s forethought to research Universal Exports, he had no expectation that the young Margrave would have known every company in the world of the top of his head, but it was good business sense to know who he was dealing with.

“The death of His Late Majesty has fundamentally changed the way that the British people look at the world, and Universal Exports is no different, in terms of both threats and opportunity,” Wright began leaning forward. “However, in our experience the best way to mitigate a potential threat somewhere is to seize opportunity, or opportunities, somewhere else, which is where you come in.”

Wright paused.

“Universal Exports is concerned that our interests and operations here in the Caribbean might be at risk to those considering taking advantage of the vulnerability of the British state,” Wright explained, sitting back. “The best way for us to respond to those threats to our business in the Caribbean is to expand our business in the Caribbean, thereby ensuring more redundancy and more profit.”

Wright paused again.

“Your operation here is going to need a lot of supporting, a lot of transportation and a lot of infrastructure; Universal Exports can offer all of that, at a preferential rate of course,” Wright added, with a slight smile. “In return we, of course, make a profit, but it also expands our influence on Saint Lucia, but, in many cases, our business runs off of knowing a lot, so we’d appreciate you keep us informed of anything interesting we come across.”

Wright smiled.

“I can give you plenty more reasons why a partnership would be in both of our best interests, but I’m curious what you think of my proposal at face value.”

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Lysander sipped at his tea thoughtfully while Topan took up position, standing behind the couch that his young master was reclining on.

"Well Mister Wright, at the moment our operation on Saint Lucia only consists of this resort so we'll be using the same suppliers and whatnot that are currently servicing this place. Of course that may well change once we've had a chance to properly investigate the lay of the land, as it were. If we identify additional worthwhile investments on the island then we will proceed with them. Saint Lucia seems to have a strong tourist industry but it could always be stronger, and I dare say that there are many infrastructure projects on the island that require financing. First Minister Baptiste's political party is apparently focused on attracting outward investment to help Saint Lucia develop their economy and we Margraves are more capable than most when it comes to providing investment, but I have yet to meet anyone from the government so I cannot say for definite whether we will be investing any further. However, I do have a meeting with First Minister Baptiste this afternoon so there should be more clarity on potential Margrave investment in due time.

"So at face value, your proposal has merit but at the same time it may be a little early to start making definitive plans. If Cap Maison ends up being the only Margrave investment on the island then there would be some profit for you but not a great deal of 'influence', in fact probably very little more than you already have. If we end up investing heavily in the Saint Lucian economy then there may well be opportunities for expanded profit and influence for your company. In all honesty there are various factors which could swing our ultimate decision in one direction or another, as there will always be things which are attractive to investors and things that are not so attractive."

Lysander paused for a moment and smirked. "This trip has turned into a veritable circus for me and I haven't been on the island for twenty-four hours yet. First Prince Alejandro shows up, then you request a meeting, I'm meeting the First Minister in a couple of hours, it's one of the busiest days I've had for a while."

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Postby The Reborn British Empire » Mon Jul 30, 2018 4:22 am

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“In my experience, men of your stature, and with a family name like yours, do have to live with the reality of a simple holiday turning into a lot less restful and far more businesslike, Wright commented wryly. “I once had dinner with a Duke, who owns a great deal of the land over on Grenada; poor bastard came to Grenada to get away from it all, and spent two weeks fielding pitches, so forgive me for the same.”

Wright smiled.

“Should the circumstances permit you to continue your investment here, rest assured that Universal Exports will remain eager to join your ventures in any manner that we can,” Wright added, leaning forwards once again. “We would also be more than happy to help promote those circumstances, a word in the right ear could get Saint Lucia added the Cunard Line’s latest cruise route here in the Caribbean; the lustre of that name would certainly help boost matters.”

Wright smile broadened.

“Universal Exports is lucky enough to have enough friends in suitably high places that we can wield a significant amount of influence in the British Establishment, and even His Majesty’s Government,” Wright said simply. “If we can use that influence to benefit you, and thereby ourselves, we would be more than happy to do so, and as our increased influence here will help HMG, that’ll help too.”

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"Yes, I imagine being on the latest Cunard route would be a tremendous boost for Saint Lucia. Certainly something to keep in mind."

Lysander paused for a moment as he considered his next words in a rare moment of rumination.

"Just to ensure that we share similar ideas regarding this island....one of the main attractions about Saint Lucia, at least for my family, is its independence. If Saint Lucia ends up leaning more towards one empire than another then it could lead to diplomatic issues for this nation and possibly economic repercussions, at which point it would no longer be as viable for investment. If we wanted to invest in a British, Latin, or whatever territory then we would do so. The reason I mention it is because your statement about your potential increased influence on Saint Lucia helping His Majesty's Government sounds rather political.

"The Margrave corporate empire is built upon not taking sides wherever possible. If a future partnership with your company led to Saint Lucia skewing more towards Britain politically then it could severely damage our reputation and business in the Latin Empire, just as London would react poorly if Barcelona found a backdoor into Saint Lucian politics by working with us. This island would be worth far more as an independent Caribbean nation than as a satellite or client state of one of the 'big Caribbean powers'."

He took another sip of tea before continuing. "Far better to potentially have citizens of several powers vacationing here than to have some stay away because Saint Lucia is viewed as being too close to one specific neighbouring power. As you've already pointed out, my family name carries significant weight. Saint Lucia could become a destination for wealthy and powerful individuals around the world, but fewer of them would want to come here if they viewed this nation as being closely aligned to a rival. That's my opinion, anyway."

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Postby The Reborn British Empire » Tue Jul 31, 2018 4:25 am

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Wright nodded.

“My words were ill-chosen; the benefit to His Majesty’s Government of our increased activity on Saint Lucia would solely be in regards to the increased success and influence of Universal Exports as a private company, rather than any concrete benefit,” Wright explained, leaning forwards. “Moreover, the more British investment there is on Saint Lucia the less likely the Saint Lucian government is to skew too far towards any of the other major powers, they, after all, don’t want to bite of one of the hands that is feeding them.”

Wright paused.

“From the British Governments perspective negating the chances of a Caribbean island going too far over the other side is a adequate alternative to asserting direct control, which may cause a reaction,” Wright continued. “As such by increasing our own profits and influence here, Universal Exports does HMG a favour, but I assure you that it is in the interests of Universal Exports that Saint Lucia remain independent, politically.”

Wright smiled slightly.

“That being said, although it is in the best interest of the British Government to keep Saint Lucia independent, I have it on good authority that they would fully support Universal Exports in keeping its prominence on the island under your operations,” Wright added wryly. “I am sure that if Universal Exports were to be your principle partner in any venture out here that the British Government would be very appreciative, and given that our Chief Executive is close friends with the new PM, I am sure that having the ear of the British Government would be very useful to you.”

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