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[The Selkie]

Cadet Bláth and Captain Fearg had walked off, and were dancing. They were a cute couple. As drunk as Coccaro was, he still saw how she clung to his arm, the same way the other pair of Free Lands officers did. He saw the way Fiona glanced at the nude servers, and even the others in their entourage, and couldn't approve more of the charismatic and collected Captain to take her onto the dance floor. She was obviously eager, he was obviously experienced, and the combination of the two was something Aureliano only saw on his scant free time, never in Orestean politics. It was a fresh take from his country's long string of affairs between old farts and green political aides. He earnestly hoped they had a nice time in bed.

Coccaro had his mood turned around by a charitable pair of foreign officers, and they had nice conversation. It was time to let them have their night.

There was just something a little sad in his smile as he turned and blended back into the crowd of partygoers.

---

"Marvellous," Sharmaake said, "there is always so much doom and gloom these days. Wars, protests, bad economy. I don't even know how the generals of the world can stay sane, I feel the stress of the day-to-day in politics; tanks and soldiers on my plate with the headlines we have today would simply be too much."

He took a pitifully small sip of his alcohol before continuing. "But please, do tell me of these changes! It must be quite the process for a nation of your size. The perfect thing to relax from in a gala such as this."

Orestea was a dustmote compared to the area of the Lillorainen's federation.

Fiona Bláth of the Tribe of Wexford.
When the first song we danced to ended, I smiled at the Captain, unaware of Aureliano's thoughts or his retreat, melding back into the crowds. My eyes were on Fearg, who smiled at me with that mischievous smile of his.
He was cute, no question asked...
I felt a small blush creep to my face.
"Next one, too?", Fearg asked and I nodded, "Pending the music, of course."
It was a good song, but one, which was bit too heavy on the melancholy, not giving us much chances to... let's be honest here, to show off. We still did cut some impressive figures, dancing closely together.
I knew enough girls, who would kill to be in my shoes right now!
In the end, he stepped back, half a step and kissed me on the cheek, as it was custom amongst the Selkie after a dance. Either hand or cheek, both worked.
I smiled.
"It was my pleasure, Captain.", I said with a smile as we went off of the dance floor. Now, the issue was, that I was not allowed to have another dance with him until I had danced with someone else, by our customs.
"It indeed was.", he said and nodded to me. "I believe, it's now time for free hunting."
I nodded with a smile. "Seems like it. Though, can we have another dance or two later tonight?", I asked and he nodded, "Then we'll see each other later!"
And with that, we parted company. Well, let's see, who might be up for a dance with a cadet of the Naval School...

Flemming had nodded about the Selkie way of getting educational issues done. They were also right in their presumption, that everyone followed those who seemed to do best. Whereas the Lillorainian system did not follow standardized rating systems, for the ones that were there, especially the one named after a city with a leaning tower, were not considered convincing, the dialogue was the way the quality of a system was determined in the Federation. States like Terra Bianca and Visholm usually were considered the leading ones whose standards everyone tried to follow, and with the New States, new opportunities would be able to open up.
But that was a question for later.
For now, another thing forming a country's culture was on the table: dancing. Of course, they had noticed Fiona and Fearg, too.
Flemming nodded again. "Especially on important days, dancing belongs to it" - he said. "I must admit, though, that I've only had rare opportunities to bring my dancing skills along the lines with the general standard since my last dance course in ... 1990 or something? I do think I could manage, but I'm in no way excellent at it, unlike other lads."
Lindholm grinned. "I usually do fine at the dances around the Midsummer Fires."
"Not only there - or do I really need to remind you of the convention?"
Lindholm shrugged. "Merle ... uh, I mean, Miss Kahlewitt asked me. Should I have rejected?"
"Not at all! It's not a shame, after all."
"Yet you do like commenting on it, now don't you?"
Sylvia Kolverath clapped Lindholm on the shoulder, grinning. "If the cap fits, wear it."

Felicia Sciotóg of the Tribe of Monaghan.
I smiled at the comment of the two other Lillos, nodding - indeed, if the cap fits...
And that led me back to the dance floor. I am sure, there was a logical train of thoughts between them, but please don't ask me about it.
"So.", I smiled with a small proposal, "How about we mingle at our own little convention a bit?" I extended my hand towards Silas and smiled. "You have the moves, I have the feet, they have the music - what could possibly go wrong?"
Ava laughed. "Famous last words, Felicia!", she said with a grin and I nodded, but smiled when Ava extended her hand towards Lindholm. "They might have the music, but we have the moves... let's see, if we can't teach the cubs a few tricks!"
I smiled and somehow, our eyes shifted to Finn and my name twin, Finn being his silent, built-as-a-wardrobe self and Felicia being... unreadable behind her eyepatch.

[The Shrailleeni Empire]

Aryni and Christina

"Ah, is that so?" Aryni replied with a hint of surprise. She did not smile, and to many would appear cold and indifferent, but her tone and her body language would tell a perceptive person that she was relaxed and even intrigued by the girl in front of her.

"Two young women of royal blood to represent all of Neue Regensburg?" She paused after her question for a second, holding her tongue. Why foreigners persisted in the patriarchal fallacy while making decisions like this one eluded her somewhat.

"A great honor," she finally finished. "You have admired my nation then? Perhaps it is not a coincidence that only the female line should be represented here tonight?"

Fortner and Zattem

"Not a diplomat but a man of strategy?" Zattem replied with a question of his own. "Not dissimilar positions. You would get along well with the Matriarch of War," he said with a smile,"though I think she would rather swim the Tempesta than attend a gathering of this kind."

He waved his hands and closed his eyes in an apologetic expression to Michelle,"I meant no disrespect of course, I merely meant to state a fact. Your republic is understandably fixated on your eastern neighbor, a neighbor with which Shrailleen has recently restored ties and with whom we cooperate through the F.O.D.E. A neighbor allied with our own allies, for whom Her Enlightened Majesty continues to make once-rare attendance," he concluded. "I can scarcely begrudge you that. And the Republic has proven a friend to Shrailleen on more than one occasion, Gavinium being the most recent."

"But," he continued with a more serious expression, "we must all do what is necessary for our own people, is that not so? There is a simple calculation that I apply to all things. What is best for my fellow Shrailleeni? Some nations, like the Imperium, we cooperate with out of necessity. Others we cooperate with because it best suits the long-term health of the empire. In some ways Adiron and Shrailleen are not so different as New Edom and Shrailleen. Curious, is it not?"

He paused a moment, as if thinking, and then added a second question. "Minister Fortner, I am not a military man. Perhaps you would indulge me in a most diverting question. If the Republic and the Enlightened Matriarchy were to ally tomorrow, how would this impact your strategic assessments?"

Chella

"Naturally, that is your duty," Chella responded kindly, "I hope that we shall speak again."

Then, once he had departed, she questioned her daughter as to the precise meaning of his slang. This led to a minor debate as to the negative versus cultural aspect of the term "hos" which Chella learned was derivative of the word for prostitutes but often used in a less specific context within Ayacan slang. He had seemed genuinely excited about Shrailleen, though obviously not well-informed of it.

"It is only Queimada, and less than an official," Aryni finally said while struggling to conceal her exasperation.

"Yes perhaps, and I did not approve of the way that he grabbed that young woman," Chella responded. "But we gain nothing by holding ourselves aloof from the rest of the region. You should consider, Daughter, that you dislike him not because he is foreign, but because he speaks in the crass manner of the common-born, those who are after all the most populace of all peoples. It is they who ultimately decide the future of nations."

There was as much not said here as was said. They had spoken of this topic many times in the past, especially in the days leading up to the ratification of the Constitution. Aryni knew that her mother was not simply praising the commoners, she believed that any person could be brought up to rule if they possessed the correct nurturing and initiative. The military was filled with her common-born recruits, even among the officers, and politicians like Zattem seemed to prove her correct. But those were Shrailleeni, the product of the most perfect system in all the world. How could that logic apply to foreign barbarians like Eduardo?

"As you say Mother," was her reply in the end, and that seemed to be the last of it.

"I will make good on my promise to that young man," Chella continued thoughtfully. "I think that spreading the products of our looms will do much to show the region the fruits of our enlightened culture."

Aryni nodded, and Chella touched her arm. "Thank you daughter, I know that I may rely on you when you are needed. Please, go back to the festivities."

"As you wish Mother," Aryni replied, feeling sentimental but still dissatisfied.

---

Late Roman Empire

The Mother Empress was if nothing else quite good at reading a room. The arrival of the delegation from the Late Roman Empire was not something that could be easily missed. There were other arrivals of great stature as well of course, but none rivaled the significance of the inheritors of Cornellian civilization. Age-old foes, more recently comrades, the epitome of the patriarchal state and a vital trading partner. If any two should meet at this gathering of power, the Mother Empress and the Father of the Romans were in first place.

Chella realized this, and so made it a point when the Roman delegation arrived to present herself first and properly. Unaccompanied, she carried herself with a grace that seemed to supply an entire court behind her slight but elaborately dressed frame.

"Titus Divus Augustus, Emperor of Rome," she greeted him without an inclination of the head, but with the appropriate hand gestures of the Shrailleeni. "It is a pleasure to see you. And Diva Augusta Livia Marcella," now she inclined her head slightly and offered a short sentence in Raitli, "Leena'i vrene'e ra'ili sedress, blessed one."

Then, looking at both of them, she continued "how fare the children of Rome this day?"

[Neue Regensburg]

Aryni and Christina

"Ah, is that so?" Aryni replied with a hint of surprise. She did not smile, and to many would appear cold and indifferent, but her tone and her body language would tell a perceptive person that she was relaxed and even intrigued by the girl in front of her.

Christina was equally at ease with Aryni, but unlike the Crown Princess, she let herself smile.

"Two young women of royal blood to represent all of Neue Regensburg?" She paused after her question for a second, holding her tongue. Why foreigners persisted in the patriarchal fallacy while making decisions like this one eluded her somewhat.


Christina noticed Aryni's pause, and realized that most of the countries present had sent men... perhaps not the most ideal situation for a Shrai. Damien and Michael were nice, but she noticed that they had been escorted out of the room while she got a drink at the bar. What did those men in suits want? In any case, they were at the bar, not moving much anymore, so it was safe to say they weren't representing anything more than security at this point.

"Yes, indeed the two of us alone are here to represent the royal family. Can you believe that as late as 1970, royal and noble women in my country could be married off without consent, and women were forced to wear dresses down to the ankles every time they went out? Such a drastic change from now, when my sister and I are charged with representing our nation. I should say that it is an improvement."

Christina was a religious girl, but that didn't mean she was stuck in the 19th century. In her mind, women having the right to choose who they marry and, within reason, what they wear, was a human right.

"A great honor," she finally finished. "You have admired my nation then? Perhaps it is not a coincidence that only the female line should be represented here tonight?"

"Indeed, it is a great honor to meet you. Though it is a coincidence only the female line is represented tonight, I should say it is a happy one," she finished. It was nice to talk to somebody who was on the same wavelength as her. Certainly, Sophia and the Chacoan weren't, but Aryni was a nice person... and one of the first people that outside of her own country that she didn't find peculiar.

[Ghant]

“The Jewel of Ghish”
Queen Adah Hotel
Cabazon Beach, Union of South Ceti

With one phone call, Sophia of Dakmoor shook up the entirety of Inperiala Palace. The younger brother that she hadn’t spoken to in years…that nobody had spoken to in years, as a matter of fact. She did what neither her brothers nor her father had been willing to do since their mother died…I reached out to Merrick.

Sophia told him everything. About the Romans and the Edomites, about the wars, about Cassandra and the changes at court. Everything, and Merrick listened to it all. He told Sophia he would accept her plea for assistance at court, and so it came to pass that Merrick slowly made his way down to Ghish from northern Eskura, where he had been living and working as an advisor to Queen Murbella of Urda.

Merrick was a stubborn and an incredibly self-willed child, but he was also brilliant. Even in his early years, he learned all the major Cornellian languages, including English, French, German, Cetan, Edomite and Latin and was particularly interested in science and art. Though his major trades were statecraft and military strategy. On paper, all of these things would seem immeasurably useful to Malibar, if not for one glaring issue.

Prince Merrick of Dakmoor was a liberal, in the fashion of an Adiran or Chacoan political aficionado. Merrick was no fan of the Romans, the Edomites, the Imperium, Regensburg or even the Ghantish Imperial order. He abhorred them all and refused to play ball with any of them, and for that Malibar had no choice but to banish his youngest son from Dakmoor and refuse to even speak his name or acknowledge his existence to anyone.

Perhaps the Edomites, the Romans and the Cetans knew about Merrick, but never considered him a factor. He was far away in a cold remote northern kingdom without any means of influencing policy in the region, let alone in Ghant. Until Sophia called him in desperation pleading for his help. When that call came, Merrick suddenly came roaring onto the scene.

When he arrived at court, Merrick immediately assumed his sister the Empress’s place on the Small Council, and spoke with wisdom, authority and command. His attention was almost entirely on Edomite policy…the kind of policy that they were surely to dislike. “Let us not get tangled up in this anti-LGBTQ nonsense in New Edom. They know what we think about it, and that’s enough. Let not one, and I mean not one Ghantar die in defense of such wicked policies.”

Then came the matter of Hostillia, which Merrick also had a firm opinion on. “Hostillia should’ve been a CPO exercise as Prime Minister Izarbegiratzeak insisted, but instead it’s devolved into a colonial land grab that will almost certainly end in war, oppression and bedlam between the nations of Cornellia. Let not one, and I mean not one Ghantar die in such a savage enterprise. We as a people are better than that.”

Lastly came the matter of the Union of South Ceti. Merrick explained that “let me be blunt. I do not believe that New Edom has any business in Ceti. I for one will not recognize any annexation or dominion that New Edom claims to possess in South Ceti, and I shall fully support the policy of Adiron as directed towards South Ceti. If the Edomites have a problem with this, they can speak to me directly.”

Interestingly enough, nobody on the Small Council saw fit to challenge Prince Merrick. The Emperor of Ghant had been on an extended vacation in New Edom, Cassandra thought she could use Merrick and his ideas to her own advantage, and Prince Alexander, who was married to King Elijah’s sister Ava, tried to speak against Merrick, but found his voice alone on the council, so his efforts were milquetoast at best.

Prince Alexander took advantage of the opportunity to remain at court in Ghish with his wife, seeing as how everyone else that outplaced him on the council was going to the gala. Empress Sophia would be making the rare foreign appearance with her brothers Martin the Crown Prince of Dakmoor and Merrick, who encouraged her to get out and go do something that she used to enjoy a great deal. Princess Cassandra of Ghant would be traveling as well, because while she did not challenge Merrick on the Small Council, she didn’t necessarily trust him, and wanted to keep her eyes on him around the Edomites, whom she despised.

They would be joined by Prime Minister Nymun Izarbegiratzeak, fresh into his second term as Prime Minister, and his Foreign Minister Leonor Bozagua. Perhaps inefficiently, the two government dignitaries were traveling by themselves, while the three Dakmooran royals and Alexia had their own plane, and Cassandra kept her own all to herself. Nathan and Olyvar of Thule had arranged their own transportation from New Edom. Everyone was staying at the Queen Adah Hotel, and it would only be at the gala that the Ghantish guests would converge.

Noting that the theme was water, Empress Sophia and her sister-in-law Alexia wore gowns of blue with matching gloves, sashes and tiaras of aqua and turquoise with diamonds and sapphires. The two of them greatly resembled one another in that they both had smooth fair skin, long raven hair and deep blue eyes, though Alexia was noticeably thinner and had some freckles on her arms, collarbone, shoulders, neck and face. Sophia was by no means fat, but she was full-figured from having five children. Yet she had a habit for getting back into shape and being as fit as she could reasonably get, and she made her gala appearance one to remember without a doubt.

Ever the contrarian, Cassandra skewed the water theme in favor of fire. Her gown was red, her gloves and shoes crimson and her sash and tiara charcoal with rubies and onyx. Cassandra was a shapely woman, like Sophia, though shorter and bigger boned with long brown hair with a dark red tint and brown eyes set in a round face. She lacked the elegant beauty of her Dakmooran rival, Cassandra instead possessing a more rugged, earthen appearance. It wouldn’t be lost on anyone that she didn’t really want to be there, but was for reasons known to her and her alone.

The Ghantish arrived later than others to the ballroom, and in their respective groupings. The first to walk in were the Prime Minister and Minister of Foreign Affairs, who inclined their heads and said their welcome greetings to Count Merodach, and Countess Sharra. Then they went in and began casing the buffet area, as the Prime Minister was a connoisseur of food, if his girth was any indication.

Lady Alazne Dain observed them, and approached them to welcome them properly. “Mr. Prime Minister, Lady Minister,” Alazne greeted them with a deep bow. “It is good to see you again. Congratulations on your party’s reelection.”

Nymun inclined his head. “My lady, you look well. Strange seeing you again in South Ceti, of all places. I understand that your father is still in the DMZ?”

“Aye, he is,” Alazne answered. “He couldn’t be here, though that’s probably for the better. He has always felt more at home in warzones then in ballrooms.”

“I’m sure he’ll be fine,” Leonor said with a smile. “Your father has a legendary reputation for being good in a difficult spot.” As they spoke, the next group entered the ballroom.

The Empress of Ghant, her two brothers and Princess Alexia paid their respects to Count Merodach and Countess Sharra, and only a few steps beyond were greeted by their brother Prince Michael, dressed in his white royal cavalry guard uniform. The four children of King Malibar of Dakmoor were reunited at last, and though the affection between them was evident, the reunion of Michael and Merrick was awkward.

“So, little brother, you’re the one causing all sorts of trouble up in Ghish these days?” Michael said to Merrick with an icy stare.

“I’ve always had a knack for it,” Merrick replied stiffly. “I wouldn’t be a good little brother if I didn’t.”

Michael suppressed a scowl. “You know Merrick, you really should be careful, or else…”

Merrick laughed at this and cut his brother off. “Or else what? You think I’m afraid of the Edomites? What’s there to be afraid of?”

“Everything,” Michael answered plainly.

Pursing his lips, Merrick patted Michael on the shoulder and told him that “as long as they are getting our oil and we stay our of their way, we can do whatever the fuck we want. I might be the first person in Ghant to figure out that they get to eat our shit, and tolerate it, as long as the status quo remains the way it is.”

“That’s enough, you two,” coughed Martin with irritation. “Always at each other’s throats, causing each other problems. There’s nothing to prove anymore, guys. Father was hard on both of you, stop lashing out at the world because of that.”

Merrick shrugged Martin’s words of wisdom off. “No, father was hard on Michael. Father acted like I didn’t exist. He blamed me for why mother couldn’t have children anymore, but if it makes you feel any better, you can keep pretending otherwise.”

Even Sophia was taken aback by that. “That’s not fair, Merrick.”

At that, Merrick cracked a grin. “Of course it isn’t. Life isn’t fair. It’s a shit sandwich that you have to learn to like, since that’s what you’ll get served. You only need to look around South Ceti to realize that if you haven’t already. Now, speaking of shit, it’s time to see what’s at the buffet.” Having said that, Merrick went off on his own way.

“Northern Ghant has left him a little rough around the edges,” Martin sighed to Michael. “It’s a hard, cold and bleak land. So do those people become that linger too long there.”

“You’d think that queen of his would keep him nice and mellow,’ snorted Michael as he thought of Queen Murbella of Urda, whom Merrick had been in the service in for several years. “I can think of worse ways to live than in a northern queen’s bed.”

“Sounds like assumptions to me,” the Empress pointed out as she began to look around the ballroom. “I’m going to go see what’s what, I’m tired of this bickering between you boys.” Alexia followed after her sister-in-law.

Martin put a hand on Michael’s shoulder. “Let’s go drink, little brother, and let come what may.” Michael nodded his head, and then they were off.

Not long thereafter Sophia and Alexia were intercepted by the latter’s mother, the Princess Dowager Caroline Zuria. In her early fifties, the once stunning and voluptuous redhead had aged to the extent that her hair had begun to fade and her skin began to wrinkle on her arms and face, though for a woman her age, she was still quite radiant. Caroline welcomed her daughter and daughter-in-law, and embraced them both, starting with Sophia.

When she embraced her daughter, she held her tight for several moments. “You look beautiful,” she told Alexia with a smile. “Truly the Jewel of Ghish.”

“Thank you, mother,” Alexia replied to her mother. “Is everything with Count Lalery going alright?”

Caroline, nodding, told her that “everything is fine, child. Tell me, are you spoken for? Has anyone expressed interest in you?”

Ever the sour subject, the beautiful princess, now twenty-three, lowered her head. “No, mother…no one.” Perhaps the noblemen of Ghant and elsewhere thought she was too lowborn, the daughter of a widowed noblewoman and a common-born woebegone boat racer. Perhaps they were intimidated by her brother the Emperor, who was known to be an imposing figure upon any who attempted to court his sisters. Perhaps, however, Alexia was simply too beautiful or too intelligent to be courted casually. None knew for sure, least of all Alexia herself.

Then came Cassandra, her elegant red ball gown nearly dragging across the floor behind her with each methodical step. She curtsied to Count Merodach and Countess Sharra, and offered her congratulations to the latter on “the accession of your husband Count Emil to the Presidency of the Council. I’ll have you know that he was recommended for the posting by the Imperial Court. Please send him the regards of my uncle Prince Stephen.”

Cassandra didn’t linger long there, and wandered to where there might have been some wine. She was hoping to avoid certain Edomites that annoyed her, like Count Lalery, Queen Mara and Princess Jocasta, though none of them came close to Count Enoch Tubal-Cain. That was a man who was above all other things impetuous and grasping. Enoch was a weasel and Cassandra was an eagle, and it was the fate of weasels to get torn apart by the eagle’s talons. There was no doubting that Cassandra would enjoy that a great deal.

When the Emperof of Ghant arrived with Prince Olyvar of Thule, there may have been some bewilderment at his appearance. The Emperor of Ghant had a makeover, which was surprising, to say the least. For the first time in a long time he was clean-shaven, revealing a smooth, lightly freckled face, a distinguished chin and wide mouth. He wore a brand new, neatly designed blue tunic and corresponding outfit, complete with a cape and boots both in matching blue. On his head he even wore a crown fitted with various gemstones of different colors. A ruby, a sapphire, opal, onyx, amethyst, emerald, red diamond, peridot, alexandrite, blue diamond, topaz and citrine. This imperial crown was one of the most valuable things in the Imperial treasury, and there it was on the Emperor’s head. For the first time in a long time, Nathan actually struck the appearance of an Emperor. He must have had a good reason for that…

Then he saw her. When he did, the music began playing in his head. Her neck, her waist, her wrists and her ankles were slender and smooth. She had a pointy chin and a delicate nose. Her head was quite delicate, surrounded on both sides by beautiful, straight, long red hair that drew out the tones of fair, very lightly tanned skin. Along with a black evening dress that slid over her svelte form like a shadow, hinting at the lushly curved body beneath it, she wore black stockings, black 6-inch designer heels, and black opera gloves.

Cascading copper blood more sensual
Than the tang of unwound citrus fruit;
Not quite the sun, rather more forgiving
To the eyes- yet every bit as stunning-

And would be a harshly cold existence
Of cruel ice cutters and creaks and claws and
Melted butter stew and faded chestnut
Oaks and all that was not a mathematical

Mastery of objective beauty; of form;
So unnatural, that only nature could
Conjure Euclidean angles- into a
Freudian playground of sexuality;

With the phenomenon that is product
Of pheomelanin (commonly found
In the uncommon one percentile
Who pull practical jokes on genetics)

The lustrous and illusive 'red-haired'
Beauty of my mind's eye
Just a little bit longer
Then you'll be in my embrace

Countess Clodia Falk, without a doubt the most beautiful creature that the Emperor had beheld in his covetous eyes, and like a phantom, he began to deftly drift over to her, closer and closer, closing in on her with legs so flimsy that it was almost like having to drag them across the floor. When at last he stood before her, he announced himself in the most regal and dignified manner possible. “Countess Clodia,” he said to her warmly, and gently bowing to her with all the grace of a vampire at a masquerade, before endeavoring to take her hand to kiss it upon the back. “It has been some time, and I am glad to see you again. I can see you have a taste for black. So do, as it happens,” he said with a pearly white smile. “Perhaps you’d do me the honor of a dance?”

[Republica De Gran Chaco]

Nueu Regensburg

Bryan smiled and led her out through the lobby. Taking Sophia’s hand, he brought her into the elevator and started kissing her neck. Bryan was feeling pretty smooth after three good sized glasses of beer and felt, that if Sophia had agreed to come upstairs with him, then she must like him. He straitened up when the doors opened and walked out showing her to his room. Bryan opened the door and undid his bowtie and kicked off his shoes. Bryan grabbed the paper coffee cups and opened up the mini bar. He took out a little bourbon bottle for himself and turned to Sofia, “What would the princess prefer?

He poured her what ever her request, then sat down next to her and took off his tuxedo jacket. He handed Sophia the drink and began downing his.

New Edom

“Oh my gosh, can you imagine?” Camilla’s eyes widened as she laughed, rocking her head back a little. “And every time I have a match or practice, I need a shower, no joke, or I smell like a horse. But you know I actually can fire a gun. But I don’t really hunt or anything.”

“I would love to take you to a military range if you were ever to visit Chaco or Valcarlos, I could show you some more exciting things as well. I can just picture you behind a Mk 19 lobbing grenades down range.” Jaime said.

Jaime then asked, “Do you shoot clays by any chance? Trap or skeet? That is a bit of an easier sport to participate in.”

“Oh, I love it,” said Lieutenant Unwerth. “I did not think I would, to be honest. I’m embarrassed to say I started out as a bad officer. I took my position too much for granted and was careless, sloppy, and my father insisted on a transfer to the 2nd Squadron, which was going into active service to provide direct fire support to our infantry in the Union.” he smiled with the curious combination of shyness and confidence of the young, well born and wealthy, and said, “So in that service I learned to be more manly and dutiful. Sorry for making a speech, sir. Our machines are big great beasts and they take a lot of maintenance and jerry rigging, frankly, and for some silly reason our Adj doesn’t like it when we waste ammunition.”

“That’s wonderful, I am happy for you Lieutenant. The service shapes everyone who joins, some get frustrated and only want to do their time and leave, but I believe that when people have your attitude it can do great things for the structure of your life. With command…” Jaime glanced at Lieutenant Sharra as well, “…and you will learn this too with time, you learn the responsibility to care for your men and equipment, to really take a role in their lives to make sure that they are healthy and in good working order. That responsibility is something that stays with you no matter what you end up doing later in life.”

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Sarah laughed. “I cried a lot at first. And sometimes I was the only girl around so I was scorned for favouritism, having a private room. I suppose I had to learn to be a bit immodest and thick skinned.” she blushed with pleasure at being praised for her beauty, even as she reflected that it had also gotten her into a lot of trouble. But better than not being pretty.

“Well I could never imagine it.” Paulin said putting an arm on Sarah’s shoulder, “I don’t think I could stop crying, but I’m not so tough. All the men in my family have all served. My nephew Bryan, who is around here somewhere, has been all over the place. That boy seems to live off of the army. I mean, my God, he even volunteered to go to Hostillia of all places. Can you imagine that? Hostillia where they eat each other! He is with some funny regiment where all the little recruits carry these big butcher knives or something to hack each other up. I could never imagine having any of my girls in such a place.”

New Columbia

Laurenstowe nodded, realising the use such a contract would be. "Alright then, Colonel. I'll entrust you to meet with the representative." He turned to Garcia. "Yes, thank you, Minister. You've been a great help. Do you think there could be any service we could render for you?"

Garcia nodded, “I think it may be to both of our benefit, and to the other Ayacan nations, if you consider meeting with a representative from the Organization of Ayacan States. As of yet, New Columbia is the only nation on the island to not become a member. I think there are some serious security and economic benefits to membership. Mutual defense pact, unified terror list, free trade opportunities among member nations, things like that. It is worth considering, at the very least.

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Countess Emilie de Carmont

“Ah now,” said Admiral Esarhaddon. “Old Admiral Rand...may he rest in peace--loved this tune. Loved this kind of music. As was our late Minister of Transport. Much admired man, some call him the father of the Monarchists, for him mentoring so many here."

The Countess listened intently to Esarhaddon, taking great interest in the venerated figure that he described. She nodded, taking in each word and smiling at the epithet. She had always been enamoured with foreign cultures, despite being almost stereotypical in her role as a Gallandic noblewoman.

"Care to dance, Countess?” Esarhaddon asked, offering his arm.

Emilie chuckled sweetly, taking the sailor's arm. "Oh, dear Monsieur Admiral, for a moment I thought you would not ask." She smiled at him, showing perfect, white teeth and slender, glossed lips.

---

Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe - Colonel Cochrane

Garcia nodded, “I think it may be to both of our benefit, and to the other Ayacan nations, if you consider meeting with a representative from the Organization of Ayacan States. As of yet, New Columbia is the only nation on the island to not become a member. I think there are some serious security and economic benefits to membership. Mutual defense pact, unified terror list, free trade opportunities among member nations, things like that. It is worth considering, at the very least.

"It will be a pleasure and an honour. Consider it done." Laurenstowe replied, smiling happily and holding out his hand.

"Please, excuse me, sirs." Colonel Cochrane bowed his head and backed away, "I must find Colonel Carmont."

---

Richard Spears, Earl of Darlington

Lord Spears idly wandered the gala, clutching a glass of sherry to his chest. He was dressed well, he had decided to revise an outfit he had worn in Edom before, at Queen Mara's birthday. An officer's dress uniform of dark green wool and black piping with a golden braided aiguillette and a well-decorated breast of medals. Draped over his torso was an orange sash, denoting his rank of Earl, the sash was decorated with a bronze brooch, showing a cathedral atop crossed swords and surrounded with a laurel wreath. The brooch, one of many like it, was a badge of his earldom, and county, Darlington. Spears was confident and in good spirits, looking to mingle a little with the foreigners.

Strolling calmly, Spears soon found himself face to face with a well-dressed, athletic-looking man with a well-proportioned woman at his side. He seemed familiar to Lord Spears and the Earl of Darlington quickly realised that he recognised the sportsman from videos of Cornellian football matches, an old guilty pleasure of Lord Spears. Of course, Spears would not say so but he felt that football in Cornellia, particularly that played by Ayacan teams was poor quality, a dirty game full of cheating and corruption but he could not help but enjoy the more action-packed ninety minutes than the more tactical, coordinated approach that the equally-corrupt Europan teams embraced.

"Eduardo Baptiste, isn't it?" Lord Spears asked, only barely remembering the sportsman's name. "Lord Richard Spears, the Earl of Darlington." He introduced himself.

[Neue Regensburg]

Chaco

Bryan smiled and led her out through the lobby. Taking Sophia’s hand, he brought her into the elevator and started kissing her neck. Bryan was feeling pretty smooth after three good sized glasses of beer and felt, that if Sophia had agreed to come upstairs with him, then she must like him.


Sophia turned her face into his and kissed him on the cheek, then on the lips. She liked this guy alright, and she was excited for whatever came next. When the doors opened, she disengaged, and followed Bryan to his room.

He straitened up when the doors opened and walked out showing her to his room. Bryan opened the door and undid his bowtie and kicked off his shoes. Bryan grabbed the paper coffee cups and opened up the mini bar. He took out a little bourbon bottle for himself and turned to Sofia, “What would the princess prefer?
He poured her what ever her request, then sat down next to her and took off his tuxedo jacket. He handed Sophia the drink and began downing his.

After Brian handed Sophia a paper cup filled to the brim with vodka, she began drinking it. She started giggling uncontrollably, and it took her a full minute to gather her thoughts. Then she took another swig, and said, "So, what now?" Then she started laughing again.

[Republica De Gran Chaco]

Nueu Regensburg

After Brian handed Sophia a paper cup filled to the brim with vodka, she began drinking it. She started giggling uncontrollably, and it took her a full minute to gather her thoughts. Then she took another swig, and said, "So, what now?" Then she started laughing again.


Bryan was a bit put off by the uncontrollable giggling at first. He thought to himself, “She hasn’t had enough to get drunk yet, has she? She was completely normal just two minutes ago.”

It was kind of throwing his mood, causing him to lose focus, but then when Sophia asked her question, he decided he knew a way to get back into the game. He just grinned and threw her to the bed. He moved over to where she lay and began undressing the Princess, beginning a chain of events that led to the to forming of the beast with two backs.

New Columbia

Garcia shook the Governor General’s hand and told him to, “not worry about a thing, I will make sure everything is arraigned.”

He said his goodbye to the colonel and went on sipping his drink.

[Orestea]

Sharmaake strokes at his chin while the Lillorainen party explains their situation to him.

Orestea was tiny, there was no doubt, but while it was also young, its political system suited the populace - and its machinations, the politicians. While the germano-nordic statesmen were clearly proud to impress Sharmaake with the exciting period in their nation's government, all the acting in the world couldn't hide that he was skeptical of Kolverath's reorganization. Anyone would agree that efficiency was paramount in running a country, but a man from such simple lands just didn't see the point in shaking up day-to-day operations like that; especially during diplomatic strides.

Even so, he didn't spend time on the matter. "Mhm, I see," he said, "roads must be of serious importance to you and your countrymen. After all, you have those, er, those something-bahns, where there is no speed governance? In Orestea, that is simply an unwritten rule of the back-country roads and highway, even then limited by the landscape... In fact, your systems would be a perfect case study for our own traffic board. So many unimproved roads and rural streets, I'm afraid our highway and urban system has seen little love since the 80s...

"Perhaps I could have my people talk to Minister Marquardt's people. I'm sure your state secrets of highway organization can afford being leaked to a rogue state such as mine? Haha! But, hm."

He motions them to let him ponder for a moment, in silence. "Ah, you mentioned defense pacts. Oh, no, I'll lay it plain: there's no use in such a pact between us. We're a speck in the ocean. And I will say a trade agreement would also be heavily in our favor, not yours. But," he said, suddenly pointing at the Foreign Affairs Minister, "our fighters could sink yours in a heartbeat, and I guarantee they're older. Obviously, I am not the man to finalize any of this, and I assume you have your own highly efficient process as well. But, I think it could be very beneficial for both of us if a team of Orestean transit officials and hotshot pilots made a state visit to your Federation." Sharmaake was quite sincere, now, drumming his fingers together.

[Neue Regensburg]

Chaco

As Sophia began to pull her clothes back on, she laughed a bit again. "Sorry, when I like a guy, sometimes I get like this. This has been the most fun I've had in a while," she added somewhat seductively. Then she remarked, "We should probably get headed back before someone misses us, especially my little sister. Now that would be an awkward conversation." She nearly burst out laughing again when the thought of her angry, Christian sister confronting her.

[New Edom]

Ghant

Countess Clodia Falk, without a doubt the most beautiful creature that the Emperor had beheld in his covetous eyes, and like a phantom, he began to deftly drift over to her, closer and closer, closing in on her with legs so flimsy that it was almost like having to drag them across the floor. When at last he stood before her, he announced himself in the most regal and dignified manner possible. “Countess Clodia,” he said to her warmly, and gently bowing to her with all the grace of a vampire at a masquerade, before endeavoring to take her hand to kiss it upon the back. “It has been some time, and I am glad to see you again. I can see you have a taste for black. So do, as it happens,” he said with a pearly white smile. “Perhaps you’d do me the honor of a dance?”

Clodia, who had just been introduced to Ambassador Folais and his daughter by Hosidius Geta, and was standing with Dr. Aphek, immediately curtseyed deeply as the Emperor approached. Dr. Aphek bowed deeply.

“Your Imperial Majesty,” murmured Clodia. As she curtseyed, the light caught her refined features and the subtle enhancements of her makeup, and the dress revealed the sculpted lush curves of her upper bosom. Then she rose gracefully, her eyes enigmatic as she looked at him. “You do me too much honour.” she extended a slim fingered gloved hand to him.

Hosidius Geta glanced at the Folais and shrugged discreetly and said nothing, as it appeared inappropriate.

Chaco

“I would love to take you to a military range if you were ever to visit Chaco or Valcarlos, I could show you some more exciting things as well. I can just picture you behind a Mk 19 lobbing grenades down range.” Jaime said.

“Oh, gosh, no, I don’t like really loud noises. I mean sometimes when they use a loud horn at a match it freaks me out,” Camilla laughed. “I’d probably throw it the wrong way or something. Outside of tennis and swimming I’m an absolute spaz.”

Jaime then asked, “Do you shoot clays by any chance? Trap or skeet? That is a bit of an easier sport to participate in.”

“Oh yes, I’ve done trap with the boys here. Did you know we all grew up together? Well, I had to go to Whitehaven, of course, while they went to the Academy, but other than that…”

“Yes, we weren’t allowed to learn all that flower arranging and tea parties and such,” said Unwerth with a grin. “You had my sister for that.”

“That’s wonderful, I am happy for you Lieutenant. The service shapes everyone who joins, some get frustrated and only want to do their time and leave, but I believe that when people have your attitude it can do great things for the structure of your life. With command…” Jaime glanced at Lieutenant Sharra as well, “…and you will learn this too with time, you learn the responsibility to care for your men and equipment, to really take a role in their lives to make sure that they are healthy and in good working order. That responsibility is something that stays with you no matter what you end up doing later in life.”

The two young officers observed him with keen eyes. “Well sir, your regiment has a great reputation, it’s always seeing action.” said Sharra with a smile.

“Yes, we heard about your action in...er...Ta Lung Bo...Ta Ting Wa…” Unwerth laughed. “Damn slopehead names, all sound the same. Anyway it’s reassuring to hear you say so. I don’t know if you’ve met my father, sir, but I’d be glad to introduce you sometime if you like.”

At that moment, a raven haired young woman of slender build and angelic features, wearing a rosey ball gown came trotting up, and bobbed a curtsey to the gentlemen while simultaneously whispering in Camilla’s ear in Baran, “I just saw Princess Sophia go into that Chacano colonel’s room, the other one...alone!”

“No…” Camilla exclaimed.

“Oh yes,” the other one said.

“Later,” whispered Camilla firmly. She turned and guided the girl around to face Jaime by her shoulders. “Colonel, forgive us silly girls, I’m sure you remember Olympia, Countess Hesperinus?”

Olympia smiled radiantly. “So I see, do beg your pardon, Colonel, I am just a little giddy.”

---

“Well I could never imagine it.” Paulin said putting an arm on Sarah’s shoulder, “I don’t think I could stop crying, but I’m not so tough. All the men in my family have all served. My nephew Bryan, who is around here somewhere, has been all over the place. That boy seems to live off of the army. I mean, my God, he even volunteered to go to Hostillia of all places. Can you imagine that? Hostillia where they eat each other! He is with some funny regiment where all the little recruits carry these big butcher knives or something to hack each other up. I could never imagine having any of my girls in such a place.”

‘Oh wait, Bryan...Bryan Cayo? Wait, what unit is he ith? Did he serve in Hostillia?” Sarah found herself suddenly not sure what she was hoping. Did she want a happy coincidence or just to hear that it was a common name? It would be nice to run into someone who liked her.

Vionna-Frankenlisch

The Countess listened intently to Esarhaddon, taking great interest in the venerated figure that he described. She nodded, taking in each word and smiling at the epithet. She had always been enamoured with foreign cultures, despite being almost stereotypical in her role as a Gallandic noblewoman.

"Care to dance, Countess?” Esarhaddon asked, offering his arm.

Emilie chuckled sweetly, taking the sailor's arm. "Oh, dear Monsieur Admiral, for a moment I thought you would not ask." She smiled at him, showing perfect, white teeth and slender, glossed lips.

The Admiral took her arms in his smoothly, and leaned forward slightly, tapping his foot and smiling. Moving his right foot straight behind him, then shifted his weight to the right foot. As he did, he swung your left arm forward, keeping a fluid motion. He moved smoothly, kicking his feet back and forth with dexterity and moving his right arm in opposing harmony.
“You know what they say, my dear Countess: “It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing!”” he twirled her around and grinned.
He loved the feel of her in his arms; she was, just like he had imagined; firm but soft to his touch. He could feel the bones and muscles in her back as she moved, she felt like a teddy bear with bones and muscles. Her hand felt so soft in his, and her face was so delightful, her eyes closed, concentrating on rhythm of the music and on his lead.

[New Edom]

At that moment, there was a sudden drum roll. And then, A trumpet fanfare began the Imperial National Anthem, and whatever conversation was going on halted from the Edomites. Those who were civilians or courtiers turned and face the direction of the entrance, while those in military uniform turned and snapped to attention, the room making a crash of booted feet, while the guards on duty presented arms.

Voices broke into song, singing their devotion for all to hear, which were led by the nation’s foremost opera singers, singing with voices tenor and alto, without flourish or affectation, simply manly expression and admiration.

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,
And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.
I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,
I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.

As this was sung, the King-Emperor, Elijah IV, and the Queen-Empress, Mara I, entered the room, accompanied by aides and ladies. Elijah wore a full dress naval uniform, the Queen-Empress wore a gown made of beaten gold coins held together by tiny chains so that it appeared she was clothed in gold that shimmered softly as she moved. He was a tall, thin man, with a long nose and a grave expression, who moved a little stiffly, while she moved with supple grace. Her smiling expression, raven hair, lively dark eyes and lush figure hinted at an friendly nature full of life. The King-Emperor was older, and had married her when she was only 21, and so she still seemed very young. As they moved, they did not single anyone out, but Mara seemed to be welcoming the whole room with her smile. The King-Emperor particularly singled out certain persons with his gaze but did not bestow any courtesies yet as there wa no formal greeting taking place. Among these were Emperor Titus, Empress Sophia, Empress Challa, President Rowan, and President Mendoza, for example. The King-Emperor’s eye also caught Princess Cassandra and appeared to fix on her like a hunter about to take aim at a deer before continuing to look forward.

Behind them came the Royal Master of Offices, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, also in naval uniform, leading courtiers, aides-de-camp, and now the Grand Chamberlain and Matron of Honour were swept up in this train as well. At this point the doors were closed by the Royal Cavalry Guards.

“Everyone has arrived, sir,” said Count Alexander Domris, bowing and approaching his Monarch. “The Ghantar just got here.”

“We know,” said Prince Enoch, barely glancing at him.

The Imperial couple had reached a dias near the band, and stood facing them.

“Honoured guests,” said Elijah in a loud voice that was not really a shout, but a voice trained to speak before large formations of men, “I welcome you to this celebration, not merely of the growth of our nation into an Empire, but of the spread of Christian civilization to the betterment of our Region and, ultimately this world. In the face of terrorism, of the wicked march of Marxism and the undermining attacks of the very values that unify all civilizations, we have prevailed and prospered. As we do, so all peoples will, as benighted folk receive the benefits of our civiliation and those truths which are eternal. I am grateful for this, and the proof that has been established: that the judgements of the Lord are altogether righteous.”

Edomites present burst into applause at this, but Elijah raised his hand.

Queen-Empress Mara spoke clearly in her lovely voice, saying, “We have not accomplished this alone. With faithful friends and people who have shared trade and wisdom with us, we have prevailed against the dark powers that seek to undermine human hope and dignity. And that is why you are all here: to celebrate with us. We have known loss...terrible loss...and we have known grief, but we are not without a God who knew no suffering. We cannot single out everyone who contributed to the success that has been our ventures in Arcologia, but we can recognize some.”

Elijah IV nodded and Prince Enoch called out, “Mr. Tolstoy, Dr. Scroll, General Hagar, Admiral Esarhaddon, please step forward.”

The band did another drum roll and struck up The Imperial Fanfare.

The men stepped forward. General Hagar stood in his full dress, and Admiral Esarhaddon shortly after beginning his dance had to part, apologizing to the Countess who was his partner.

“A most amazing achievement, I am sure you will all agree. After four years and three months, facing savages, piracy and rebels. Building civilization out of wilderness, carving a Christian society where there was barbarism and heathenism for the Imperial Crown. We are proud of them, and award them with the Golden Eagle, the medal instituted by Queen Adah the Liberator and given to those who display extraordinary leadership on behalf of our nation.” This medal appeared to be a golden eagle with wings outspread, each forming a medallion with red and blue ribbon which was placed around the necks of the men, each of whom bowed in turn as the King-Emperor placed them around their necks. When he had finished, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, turning to the room, began to applaud, which the other Edomites present quickly joined in.

Mara’s eyes were shining bright with tears and she kissed each man on the cheek, which they appeared to receive with great gratitude and humility. She then said, “My heart bursts with gratitude for the noble work these men have done. I ask you all now, let us celebrate! Let us express joy and feasting, and I ask everyone to raise their glasses now... “ she received a glass of red wine and raised it high. “To the Empire! Long may she bring peace and plenty to her people, and peace and goodwill to the Region!”

Once this had been done, then the company were urged to dance and make merry. The Queen-Empress went to walk on the lily pads while the King-Emperor, with the four guests of honour, spoke and were approached by the Minister of Defense as well.

[Hittanryan]

Rowan and Gutierrez

“My mistake Mr. President. You saying travel ban must have confused me. It means something different in Adiron than in Ayaca apparently. I suppose you use it when another nation closes their borders, rather than when your government issues an order to ban people from traveling into the country.” Gutierrez said.

“No, the fault was mine. It is as you say. I think my Latin is a bit rusty. Apologies for the confusion,” Rowan said, holding up a hand.

Gutierrez nodded, “Very good sir, I will tell my people to expect it, and to have them prepare for whatever eventuality. Has your military been placed on standby yet?”

“Yes,” Rowan said quietly, looking over his glasses at Gutierrez. “I shouldn’t talk about specifics here, but we will be in contact through official channels with respect to Costa Mesa and other available forces in the area. Suffice it to say, should the worst come to pass, Adiron will stand with San Carlo as we have done before.”

“The president is well, sir. He has ordered the investigation of all Regensburger companies doing business in San Carlo. Their ambassador admitted to the cabinet that the nation was rife with corruption, so we must weed that out. The president has chosen to remain in the capital and to stay in contact with the National Police, and State Security. I am here with Minister Coronil.”

“Their ambassador…actually said that?” Rowan said, eyes widening a bit with evident surprise. He seemed to process it a moment, looking away in though. “Implying his government is and has been aware of corruption taking place. Unless it’s being investigated that is truly disturbing news for all of Regensburg’s trade partners. We may need to raise the issue ourselves.”

“At any rate, I don’t mean to treat you as a messenger but I hope you’ll give the President our regards. And we’ll no doubt run into Minister Coronil at some point as well,” Rowan said.

At that point triumphant fanfare broke out and the King and Queen of New Edom made their appearance. Rowan caught Elijah’s gaze and more or less matched it.

Fortner and Zattem

“Really? The right company makes these things fly by,” Fortner said, flashing Michelle a smile. She returned it and started to sway a bit with the music. However, Fortner continued with his conversation. “But an alliance tomorrow would mean a load off our minds, frankly. Of course, I’m no sailor, and I’m speaking purely in the abstract, but offhand I think it would work wonders for our naval force projection.”

“Naturally if we are talking about a formal alliance, that power projection would enable Adiron to support the Empire and vice versa. Eos, Behatza, and Wenbo wouldn’t be so isolated. If the Navy could stage out of the Empire we could better contest and defend critical Tempesta sea lanes, including those used in trade between our nations. And then it would only make sense to find ways of expanding that existing bilateral trade. That could lead to any number of possibilities; greater access of Shrailleeni energy products to Adiran markets, opening up Adiran investment opportunities in the Empire, perhaps direct aid or arms sales, amendments to immigration and visa policy.”

Zattem might have noticed Michelle glancing between him and the band, but didn’t say anything. “That’s the hypothetical case though, like it’s happening in a vacuum,” Fortner clarified. “I suppose in reality a great deal would all depend on the Empire, Foreign Minister. Your government is a FODE member, is allied to New Edom, and as you said has thawed relations with the Imperium recently.”

Michelle was looking at Fortner expectantly when the fanfare rang out.

Shaw

“…This could be of benefit in your country as well, Mr. President. This in turn would reduce the financing burden on the mining projects and agricultural projects which are, let us face it, the principle reason for the development in the first place.”

“Yeah, makes sense to me ma’am,” Shaw finally replied to Maccabee. After a moment though he turned to Simms and gave him a puzzled look while shaking his head.

The same waitress as before jiggled and wriggled up to them and offered them more champagne with a gracious dip of her hips to bow. Maccabee took a flute and said, “Well, gentlemen, I think that we must mingle and enjoy the evening. How are you liking the music, President Shaw?”

When the waitress approached, Shaw started out but cut himself off. “Hey, there we g—great balls of fire I’m not gonna get used to that…”

“Music? Eh, never did have an ear for these kinda city tunes, ma’am,” Shaw replied, eager to divert his attention from the waitress.

Shaw did a double take when he saw Tolstoy moving forward during the monarchs’ entrance.

Officers and Solisians

“Correct, sir, and the sole representative of the Adiran Republic Army here, unless you count retired, with Secretary Fortner over there,” he said, with a nod in the direction of the buffet.

Franklin and Haylen on the other hand had started to split off from Vance and their attention had been elsewhere. As Franklin turned he was abruptly struck by the sight of a head of government’s fit, completely bare body. A quick glance at the crowd would reveal that Harvine was unique in her particular state of dress. Even among the Edomites, all the guests were clothed and the waitstaff wore body paint which masked some of the fine details.

Making matters even worse for Franklin, it had been a few weeks since he last went on leave and considerably longer since he’d seen anything quite like this in person. As a result, when he spoke up, he got about as far as “A pleasure to…” before he abruptly cleared his throat. “Ahem! Excuse me, Madame President.”

He glanced over at Haylen. Her eyes had widened a bit upon seeing Harvine but she intervened. “All right sir? Madame President, you honor us. Trying to get into the Edomite spirit of things?”

[The Selkie]

At that moment, there was a sudden drum roll. And then, A trumpet fanfare began the Imperial National Anthem, and whatever conversation was going on halted from the Edomites. Those who were civilians or courtiers turned and face the direction of the entrance, while those in military uniform turned and snapped to attention, the room making a crash of booted feet, while the guards on duty presented arms.

Voices broke into song, singing their devotion for all to hear, which were led by the nation’s foremost opera singers, singing with voices tenor and alto, without flourish or affectation, simply manly expression and admiration.

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,
And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.
I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,
I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.

As this was sung, the King-Emperor, Elijah IV, and the Queen-Empress, Mara I, entered the room, accompanied by aides and ladies. Elijah wore a full dress naval uniform, the Queen-Empress wore a gown made of beaten gold coins held together by tiny chains so that it appeared she was clothed in gold that shimmered softly as she moved. He was a tall, thin man, with a long nose and a grave expression, who moved a little stiffly, while she moved with supple grace. Her smiling expression, raven hair, lively dark eyes and lush figure hinted at an friendly nature full of life. The King-Emperor was older, and had married her when she was only 21, and so she still seemed very young. As they moved, they did not single anyone out, but Mara seemed to be welcoming the whole room with her smile. The King-Emperor particularly singled out certain persons with his gaze but did not bestow any courtesies yet as there wa no formal greeting taking place. Among these were Emperor Titus, Empress Sophia, Empress Challa, President Rowan, and President Mendoza, for example. The King-Emperor’s eye also caught Princess Cassandra and appeared to fix on her like a hunter about to take aim at a deer before continuing to look forward.

Behind them came the Royal Master of Offices, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, also in naval uniform, leading courtiers, aides-de-camp, and now the Grand Chamberlain and Matron of Honour were swept up in this train as well. At this point the doors were closed by the Royal Cavalry Guards.

“Everyone has arrived, sir,” said Count Alexander Domris, bowing and approaching his Monarch. “The Ghantar just got here.”

“We know,” said Prince Enoch, barely glancing at him.

The Imperial couple had reached a dias near the band, and stood facing them.

“Honoured guests,” said Elijah in a loud voice that was not really a shout, but a voice trained to speak before large formations of men, “I welcome you to this celebration, not merely of the growth of our nation into an Empire, but of the spread of Christian civilization to the betterment of our Region and, ultimately this world. In the face of terrorism, of the wicked march of Marxism and the undermining attacks of the very values that unify all civilizations, we have prevailed and prospered. As we do, so all peoples will, as benighted folk receive the benefits of our civiliation and those truths which are eternal. I am grateful for this, and the proof that has been established: that the judgements of the Lord are altogether righteous.”

Edomites present burst into applause at this, but Elijah raised his hand.

Queen-Empress Mara spoke clearly in her lovely voice, saying, “We have not accomplished this alone. With faithful friends and people who have shared trade and wisdom with us, we have prevailed against the dark powers that seek to undermine human hope and dignity. And that is why you are all here: to celebrate with us. We have known loss...terrible loss...and we have known grief, but we are not without a God who knew no suffering. We cannot single out everyone who contributed to the success that has been our ventures in Arcologia, but we can recognize some.”

Elijah IV nodded and Prince Enoch called out, “Mr. Tolstoy, Dr. Scroll, General Hagar, Admiral Esarhaddon, please step forward.”

The band did another drum roll and struck up The Imperial Fanfare.

The men stepped forward. General Hagar stood in his full dress, and Admiral Esarhaddon shortly after beginning his dance had to part, apologizing to the Countess who was his partner.

“A most amazing achievement, I am sure you will all agree. After four years and three months, facing savages, piracy and rebels. Building civilization out of wilderness, carving a Christian society where there was barbarism and heathenism for the Imperial Crown. We are proud of them, and award them with the Golden Eagle, the medal instituted by Queen Adah the Liberator and given to those who display extraordinary leadership on behalf of our nation.” This medal appeared to be a golden eagle with wings outspread, each forming a medallion with red and blue ribbon which was placed around the necks of the men, each of whom bowed in turn as the King-Emperor placed them around their necks. When he had finished, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, turning to the room, began to applaud, which the other Edomites present quickly joined in.

Mara’s eyes were shining bright with tears and she kissed each man on the cheek, which they appeared to receive with great gratitude and humility. She then said, “My heart bursts with gratitude for the noble work these men have done. I ask you all now, let us celebrate! Let us express joy and feasting, and I ask everyone to raise their glasses now... “ she received a glass of red wine and raised it high. “To the Empire! Long may she bring peace and plenty to her people, and peace and goodwill to the Region!”

Once this had been done, then the company were urged to dance and make merry. The Queen-Empress went to walk on the lily pads while the King-Emperor, with the four guests of honour, spoke and were approached by the Minister of Defense as well.

Fiona Bláth of the Tribe of Wexford.
I was near the lilly pads, looking for a prospective dance partner (so far, no dice), when a fanfare sounded, then the Edomite Imperial Anthem being played. We had been briefed on what would happen, which signs to look for, when the King-Emperor and his wife appeared, and what to do and that was rather high on the list.
Together everyone turning for the entrance and the military personell saluting. I was a Cadet, so I saluted as well. I didn't sing along, though, mostly because I didn't know the words, but also because the singers were too good.
Needless to say, that it differed quite a lot from when an Elder arrived somewhere.
As the song was sung, I remembered the visit of Old Radri (a.k.a. Raidri Saighdiúir, Monaghan's Elder) with us, who had been a tanker as well in his youth and who had been trained on the Faolchu. When he arrived, Lesley, Siana and Liv invited him to join their game of cards and we continued as we were.
In any case, one had to say, the Emperor cut an impressive figure in his uniform, Imperial Navy, as I noted.
As he had properly arrived, he held a speech. And every high opinion I had because of his appearance and reputation was flushed down the drain.
I knew, that he was a pious man and devout, but as he spoke about the "spread[ing] of Christian civilization" and "benighted folk receiv[ing] the benefits of our civiliation", it sounded a lot like a civilizing campaign to me. And like the Allaneans found out during Operation Spartacus, Selkie were not too keen on the whole civilizing and missionary campaigning as others.
We had been at the receiving end too often. A crusade in the 13th and 14th centuries and the invasion, which was stopped by kids younger then me at the Ridge of Anfa in 1903, were only the most well known examples.
We wanted to live in peace and I had the feeling, that others wanted to live in peace as well.
I schooled my face and when it was time to applaud, I did not.
Queen-Empress Mara's request was met with more approval. Gods, I needed a drink right now... maybe someone to talk to or dance with, but let's see, what happened in the nearer future...

[Novitera]

Shaw and Maccabee

“Yeah. I’ll take another drink. Splendid idea.” Said McCaffrey. When the waitress came by he took some of the champagne and seemed to be drinking it like somebody handed him a water bottle at the end of a workout.

“Well, gentlemen, I think that we must mingle and enjoy the evening. How are you liking the music, President Shaw?”

“Alright. Yeah let’s go!” McCaffrey told Maccabee happily then saw the others beckoning to him at the corner of his eye. “ Oh, actually I have to step away for a moment. Gomen. Nice meeting both you. You both look great, just terrific. Oh yeah...Miss Maccabee, I’ll be in touch with your office. Count on it!” He said and then marched off, pounding his chest as he did.

Lalery

Certainly,” said Lalery. “These opportunities interest me. We are also doing other elements of improving infrastructure. Particularly reverse osmosis processing for water. We certainly should talk about this. I presume there is a prospectus we can be sent and have some people put their heads together.”

One of the waiters, painted as roses with red petals and green leaves and stems, a slim, tall coltish girl, approached and bowed, dipping her hips and lowering her eyes, and said, “Cigars or cigarettes, gentlemen?”

Lalery took another cigar and continued. “We are going to build two new water treatment plants, which will be using reverse osmosis treatment. This will require supporting infrastructural operations. We are going to be looking at bidding for offering contracts for engineering.

Setsuko politely declined the tobacco products. “I don’t do cigarettes and I find cigars too troublesome to smoke the whole thing. That’s why I do these.” He said holding up the cigarillo.

“Yes, yes. I’ll put the word on the street. Have your people send my office a list of your requirements and I’ll send it out so the firms can prepare their pitches. Those would juicy contracts. The jackals will come to eat out of your hand. You’ll have a healthy market, I’m sure. Forgive me, are these plants for your new Arco territories or New Edom?” Asked Setsuko.

Then Setsuko remembered the purpose of their discussion. Although he could compose himself better, being high made it easy to lose focus on the conversation. “Their chief wants to talk to you first. Personal touch you see. Now, they don’t want word getting out and everyone speculating on their stock. I’ll have to ask you to be discrete until any kind of deal is made.” He reached into his suit pocket to pull out a business card and held it out towards Lalery.

It read, Thomas Glass, CEO - Lai Dai Corporation

“That’s not a work line. Personal. He would like you to have one of your aide’s set up a call.” Explained Setsuko. He lowered his voice again. “The assembly plant they intend to build will be to meet all demand worldwide of the Sleek series.”

Geta, Falk and Aphek

Folais approached first, giving both Aphek and Falk a friendly embrace. “A pleasure!” He exclaimed. “Oh I’m fantastic Doctor!”

Giselle’s mouth dropped at Falk. She was pretty and elegant. Exactly what meeting a noblewoman was in her imagination. “Nice to meet you. You’re a Countess? What does that mean exactly? I’ve never met noble person before. There are no nobles back home.” She asked, genuinely curious though not in a star struck sort of way. It was more like the first time someone saw a primate at the zoo.

“Well it is illegal to hold a noble title as a Noviteran citizen dear. Didn’t I teach you that?” He looked at Dr. Aphek and Countess Falk. “An archaic law though still loosely enforced. It’s complicated.”

Before Falk could answer, Emperor Nathan interrupted. "Oh, who is this charming man?" Giselle asked the Countess, giving Nathan a friendly smile. She studied his crown, cape and sword.

"I like your costume." Giselle complemented him.

Alvarado

“Yes, that would all be fine, I think. We should arrange a meeting to make an agreement on the status of all of this. To actually make it official and not just back room discussions. I know that the military has some proposals as well that they would like to make to your people.” Alvarado said.

Knowing how much Douglas would probably hate such a meeting, Alvarado added, “It does not have to be a ministerial level either, I think we can appoint trusted special envoys to handle it, don’t you think?”

“That would be ideal Mister Alvarado.” Douglas stated bluntly. “The military matters will of course be turned over to the Department of Defense. From what I hear, the Navy will be handling most of it. As for the development, representatives from the private sector will handle that. Their business, their trouble. But I’ll make sure it gets set up.” He stated.

Madison was listening curiously to their conversation, interested but was smart enough not to interject herself.

“Best if your government simply send reports on their requirements. Let the representatives from the firms survey the land on their own too. See if they can come up with their own ideas. Then they can send you prospectuses on their proposals and bids. That would stir up the market and get you the best value.” Said Douglas while glancing over the crowd as if he were trying to find the one whose appearance aggravated him the most.

---

When Elijah and Mara entered, the Noviterans stopped what they were doing and stood for their entrance. The group that was looking to get away to consume more cocaine quietly cursed and came back to watch the proceedings.

Folais and Giselle gave a nod of understanding to the Edomites and Emperor Nathan that they would continue the conversation when it was appropriate.

They clapped with just the appropriate amount of enthusiasm for the speeches and awards that were handed out.

"If you can't tell darling, this party is about the Edomites and Chaco smelling their own asses and having us get a whiff." Folais explained to his daughter.

Giselle giggled. "I suppose daddy. They are an interesting people. I feel like they really care about everyone else thinking highly of them."

"I get that sense too."

At Elijah’s talk about civilization and throwing back the frontier, Setsuko, McCaffrey and Skewes looked at each other with devious smiles.

They all understood each other and the economic opportunity that opening up Arcologia presented and that they were the lucky first wave of business jackals of their country. “Hand over fist boys. Hand over fist.” Whispered Setsuko happily.

Behind, Gladwin was looking over their shoulders. Both hands were in his pocket and in the right pocket there was a deliberately cut hole. Only moving his wrist slowly, he was pleasuring himself during the entire proceeding. This moment of triumph would most of all, belong to him.

[Republica de San Carlo]

Adiron

“Yes,” Rowan said quietly, looking over his glasses at Gutierrez. “I shouldn’t talk about specifics here, but we will be in contact through official channels with respect to Costa Mesa and other available forces in the area. Suffice it to say, should the worst come to pass, Adiron will stand with San Carlo as we have done before.”

Gutierrez looked uncomfortable with this statement. He looked at the Adiran president and had to ask him for clarification, “My God sir, you have ensured that you will stand by us several times. It has been recurring, and I appreciate that, but the way you say it now… should the worst come to pass? Have you gained information that Arbites is planning an attack on San Carlo or Ayaca? Please share what information you have with us, so I can pass it on to the OAS. Our defense pact will surely be called upon, and everyone should be prepared.”

“Their ambassador…actually said that?” Rowan said, eyes widening a bit with evident surprise. He seemed to process it a moment, looking away in though. “Implying his government is and has been aware of corruption taking place. Unless it’s being investigated that is truly disturbing news for all of Regensburg’s trade partners. We may need to raise the issue ourselves.”

“He did indeed sir, I will pass you on the notes of the meeting, but it was most saddening to hear. The Regensburgers are really a pitiable people, they struggle against their own rebellious nature, and are constantly at odds internally, even when at peace. Why, they sent children to represent their government here, and where are they? Wandering around drinking soda pop!” Gutierrez said.

“At any rate, I don’t mean to treat you as a messenger but I hope you’ll give the President our regards. And we’ll no doubt run into Minister Coronil at some point as well,” Rowan said.

“Yes sir I’ll…” The Foreign Minister was cut off by the noise and the fanfare. He turned to see the sovereigns of New Edom enter. They were presented gloriously, the King-Emperor looking like the very bulwark of his nation, and the Queen-Empress carrying herself with such grace. Gutierrez muttered, “My God, they are the embodiment of Masculinity and Femininity, it is no wonder that they carry the nation.”

He bowed as they passed and turned to follow them up to the front of the room. Gutierrez stood ramrod strait as Elijah and Mara spoke, and he happily raised his glass at the ceremony honoring the men who helped bring civilization to Arcologia. When the merrymaking began he turned back to Rowan, “There is an example of bearing and etiquette that we should all do our best to emulate.”

[Lillorainen]

At that moment, there was a sudden drum roll. And then, A trumpet fanfare began the Imperial National Anthem, and whatever conversation was going on halted from the Edomites. Those who were civilians or courtiers turned and face the direction of the entrance, while those in military uniform turned and snapped to attention, the room making a crash of booted feet, while the guards on duty presented arms.

Voices broke into song, singing their devotion for all to hear, which were led by the nation’s foremost opera singers, singing with voices tenor and alto, without flourish or affectation, simply manly expression and admiration.

I vow to thee, my country, all earthly things above,
Entire and whole and perfect, the service of my love;
The love that asks no question, the love that stands the test,
That lays upon the altar the dearest and the best;
The love that never falters, the love that pays the price,
The love that makes undaunted the final sacrifice.

I heard my country calling, away across the sea,
Across the waste of waters she calls and calls to me.
Her sword is girded at her side, her helmet on her head,
And round her feet are lying the dying and the dead.
I hear the noise of battle, the thunder of her guns,
I haste to thee my mother, a son among thy sons.

And there's another country, I've heard of long ago,
Most dear to them that love her, most great to them that know;
We may not count her armies, we may not see her King;
Her fortress is a faithful heart, her pride is suffering;
And soul by soul and silently her shining bounds increase,
And her ways are ways of gentleness, and all her paths are peace.

As this was sung, the King-Emperor, Elijah IV, and the Queen-Empress, Mara I, entered the room, accompanied by aides and ladies. Elijah wore a full dress naval uniform, the Queen-Empress wore a gown made of beaten gold coins held together by tiny chains so that it appeared she was clothed in gold that shimmered softly as she moved. He was a tall, thin man, with a long nose and a grave expression, who moved a little stiffly, while she moved with supple grace. Her smiling expression, raven hair, lively dark eyes and lush figure hinted at an friendly nature full of life. The King-Emperor was older, and had married her when she was only 21, and so she still seemed very young. As they moved, they did not single anyone out, but Mara seemed to be welcoming the whole room with her smile. The King-Emperor particularly singled out certain persons with his gaze but did not bestow any courtesies yet as there wa no formal greeting taking place. Among these were Emperor Titus, Empress Sophia, Empress Challa, President Rowan, and President Mendoza, for example. The King-Emperor’s eye also caught Princess Cassandra and appeared to fix on her like a hunter about to take aim at a deer before continuing to look forward.

Behind them came the Royal Master of Offices, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, also in naval uniform, leading courtiers, aides-de-camp, and now the Grand Chamberlain and Matron of Honour were swept up in this train as well. At this point the doors were closed by the Royal Cavalry Guards.

“Everyone has arrived, sir,” said Count Alexander Domris, bowing and approaching his Monarch. “The Ghantar just got here.”

“We know,” said Prince Enoch, barely glancing at him.

The Imperial couple had reached a dias near the band, and stood facing them.

“Honoured guests,” said Elijah in a loud voice that was not really a shout, but a voice trained to speak before large formations of men, “I welcome you to this celebration, not merely of the growth of our nation into an Empire, but of the spread of Christian civilization to the betterment of our Region and, ultimately this world. In the face of terrorism, of the wicked march of Marxism and the undermining attacks of the very values that unify all civilizations, we have prevailed and prospered. As we do, so all peoples will, as benighted folk receive the benefits of our civiliation and those truths which are eternal. I am grateful for this, and the proof that has been established: that the judgements of the Lord are altogether righteous.”

Edomites present burst into applause at this, but Elijah raised his hand.

Queen-Empress Mara spoke clearly in her lovely voice, saying, “We have not accomplished this alone. With faithful friends and people who have shared trade and wisdom with us, we have prevailed against the dark powers that seek to undermine human hope and dignity. And that is why you are all here: to celebrate with us. We have known loss...terrible loss...and we have known grief, but we are not without a God who knew no suffering. We cannot single out everyone who contributed to the success that has been our ventures in Arcologia, but we can recognize some.”

Elijah IV nodded and Prince Enoch called out, “Mr. Tolstoy, Dr. Scroll, General Hagar, Admiral Esarhaddon, please step forward.”

The band did another drum roll and struck up The Imperial Fanfare.

The men stepped forward. General Hagar stood in his full dress, and Admiral Esarhaddon shortly after beginning his dance had to part, apologizing to the Countess who was his partner.

“A most amazing achievement, I am sure you will all agree. After four years and three months, facing savages, piracy and rebels. Building civilization out of wilderness, carving a Christian society where there was barbarism and heathenism for the Imperial Crown. We are proud of them, and award them with the Golden Eagle, the medal instituted by Queen Adah the Liberator and given to those who display extraordinary leadership on behalf of our nation.” This medal appeared to be a golden eagle with wings outspread, each forming a medallion with red and blue ribbon which was placed around the necks of the men, each of whom bowed in turn as the King-Emperor placed them around their necks. When he had finished, Prince Enoch Tubal-Cain, turning to the room, began to applaud, which the other Edomites present quickly joined in.

Mara’s eyes were shining bright with tears and she kissed each man on the cheek, which they appeared to receive with great gratitude and humility. She then said, “My heart bursts with gratitude for the noble work these men have done. I ask you all now, let us celebrate! Let us express joy and feasting, and I ask everyone to raise their glasses now... “ she received a glass of red wine and raised it high. “To the Empire! Long may she bring peace and plenty to her people, and peace and goodwill to the Region!”

Once this had been done, then the company were urged to dance and make merry. The Queen-Empress went to walk on the lily pads while the King-Emperor, with the four guests of honour, spoke and were approached by the Minister of Defense as well.

Flemming and Lindholm just wanted to start with the diplomatic dancing - as all of the sudden, a fanfare sounded, followed by the Imperial Anthem, the lyrics whereof were not known to the Lillos, either. However, the singers were excellent.
The part of the Lillorainian delegation that had assembled around Felicia saluted, too, as the three of them had, of course, served - Flemming and Lindholm at the FAF, Kolverath with the Flottillas. As did Klingebiel and the four lads and lassies on the table, getting up.
The Federation did not have an official national anthem, but a selection of songs played and sung at various occasions; there were march songs for military parades, more traditional songs for national holidays, and, of course, one for international sports competitions.
Unbeknownst to them, the song brought memories back to Fiona, and same went for Flemming; his old Commander, Branko Seržić, was a living legend amongst those who had served at the Kirajevo FAF Base in the early 1990s, a combat machine during multiple operations including the ones linked to Marie Seelscheid's assassination. Many years later, Flemming had met him again - unexpectedly, at a beach party in Bentesröd.
The Emperor caused a lot of respect amongst the Lillorainian Delegation, in his Imperial Navy uniform - even admiration. Some excitement circulated amongst them, all of them expecting his speech ...
'... spread of Christian civilization ...' And on, 'Building civilization out of wilderness, carving a Christian society where there was barbarism and heathenism for the Imperial Crown ...'
And there we went with all the admiration.
Being a devout Christian was one thing, trying to force one's own belief on others was another thing. One should have assumed, that modern crusaders were mostly limited to posting messages with statements against whom they considered infidel in social media every now and then, but the world news on the one hand and speeches like these on the other showed the opposite.
A sign of relief left Sylvia Kolverath, for she was not wearing her chain with the pendant of a Mjölnir. Also, the other Lillos looked down at themselves to make sure, that the faith they adhered to was in no way obvious. Then, they looked at each other, their glances telling something along the lines of, Do we really have to go through this again?
During the applause, which the Lillorainian participation in was, hardly surprising, pretty restrained, they wondered, if this was the right place to be at for them - then, Mara announced joy and feasting to be the primary points to be expressed now and glasses to be raised, which made all of them calm down a bit.
Without anyone noticing, Lindholm quickly grabbed four filled glasses from the buffet table, handing one to Felicia. Flemming and Kolverath took one each, too, and when Mara toasted, everyone raised their glass and took a deep sip.

[Republica De Gran Chaco]

Nueu Regensburg

As Sophia began to pull her clothes back on, she laughed a bit again. "Sorry, when I like a guy, sometimes I get like this. This has been the most fun I've had in a while," she added somewhat seductively. Then she remarked, "We should probably get headed back before someone misses us, especially my little sister. Now that would be an awkward conversation." She nearly burst out laughing again when the thought of her angry, Christian sister confronting her.

Bryan lay naked on the bed wondering what the hurry was. He leaned over and grabbed her by the hand, “Are you sure you don’t want to spend a little more time? Maybe go a round 2? I mean we didn’t hide our departure. Plus, if those little boys playing security want to find us let’s give them a show.”

Noviterra

“That all sounds fantastic sir, I will have all my people make the necessary preparations and get in contact with your people. I look forward to expanded partnership, and for the opportunities created by private businesses.” Alvarado said, “If you will excuse me sir, I must speak with some of my staff.”

---

Alvarado moved back towards where most of the Chacano officials were eating and talking among themselves. He walked up to the Prime Minister, “I think we can make good things happen with the Noviterans sir, they seem interested in the prospects Arcologia has to offer.”

“Good, make sure it all goes through, Simon.” Luis said, “Hush now, something is happening.”

The Prime minister stood and put his arms behind his back as the monarchs came in. Diego Mendoza, the president, joined him tapping on his leg. As the song started, he began bouncing and bobbing his head, though not to the beat of the song. Luis took a step to move away from him. Diego didn’t notice this and kept bobbing, but froze when Elijah met his gaze.

In his mind Diego panicked, though he outwardly kept it together, “Holy shit, why is he looking at me? Does he know? Fuck, I knew that howler monkey prank would bite me in the ass.”

Diego was swearing, and antsy as the speech and the awards were given out. He grabbed a napkin and began dabbing his forehead. Luis who was trying to focus on the importance of the ceremony, and what it represented notices, and turned to some of his security and whispered, “I want that flake up in his room for the rest of the night. The second this is finished move him, and make sure he doesn’t cause a scene.”

New Edom

‘Oh wait, Bryan...Bryan Cayo? Wait, what unit is he with? Did he serve in Hostillia?” Sarah found herself suddenly not sure what she was hoping. Did she want a happy coincidence or just to hear that it was a common name? It would be nice to run into someone who liked her.

Paulin’s eyes lit up, “Do you know my nephew? Yes, he moved to Hostillia, and just did some mission to save a woman that they had nearly tortured to death from what I hear. Let’s see what was his regiments name, I’m no good with these things. Um, he just calls them the Rifles, but Im sure they have a longer name than that.”

The music temporarily interrupted Paulin and caused her to turn towards where the Monarchs were coming in from. She gazed on the procession with delight, and admired the Queen-Empress’ dress.

“What on earth could that be made of? It’s like one of those decadent biblical civilizations.” She thought to herself.

She clapped at the men who were awarded and turned to Sarah when it was all over, “My goodness, to be honored in such a way is quite a treat. So anyways, you were saying you know Bryan?”

---

“Oh, gosh, no, I don’t like really loud noises. I mean sometimes when they use a loud horn at a match it freaks me out,” Camilla laughed. “I’d probably throw it the wrong way or something. Outside of tennis and swimming I’m an absolute spaz.”

“Oh yes, I’ve done trap with the boys here. Did you know we all grew up together? Well, I had to go to Whitehaven, of course, while they went to the Academy, but other than that…”

“Yes, we weren’t allowed to learn all that flower arranging and tea parties and such,” said Unwerth with a grin. “You had my sister for that.”

Jaime laughed at this and though, what a life these people must have grown up in, so different then his own. He had been upper middle class, but part of him felt like a hick when he was around these people. He enjoyed hearing the ways that they described their upper-class schools with such normalcy.

The two young officers observed him with keen eyes. “Well sir, your regiment has a great reputation, it’s always seeing action.” said Sharra with a smile.

“Yes, we heard about your action in...er...Ta Lung Bo...Ta Ting Wa…” Unwerth laughed. “Damn slopehead names, all sound the same. Anyway it’s reassuring to hear you say so. I don’t know if you’ve met my father, sir, but I’d be glad to introduce you sometime if you like.”

Jaime chuckled, “Oh those are the River Rats, or rather some of the Riverine Marines. That is where I started my career and was a company commander. Now I am with the Landing Regiment, we have been on operations in Arcologia for several months now. Not as exciting, though important for us long term. Yes, lieutenant, I would be honored to meet your father.”

“Later,” whispered Camilla firmly. She turned and guided the girl around to face Jaime by her shoulders. “Colonel, forgive us silly girls, I’m sure you remember Olympia, Countess Hesperinus?”

Olympia smiled radiantly. “So I see, do beg your pardon, Colonel, I am just a little giddy.”

Bryan smiled at the familiar face, “Please it is something of a party after all. What a pleasure to see you again! How have you been?”

The music started and Jaime put his hand up, “Oh, after this.”

He put his green beret on his head and stood at attention as Elijah and Mara came in and walked through. He waited through the pomp and ceremony standing still and strait. It reminded him of the Sunday morning parades in the Arica plaza when his platoon drew the duty. The speech he was more interested in, as he had personally been involved in Chaco’s move to do their own civilizing in Arcologia. The Edomites had done well, this hotel was an example of that. It gave Jaime a hope that the muddy town full of Quonset huts would become a lovely town in a few years.

[The Selkie]

Flemming and Lindholm just wanted to start with the diplomatic dancing - as all of the sudden, a fanfare sounded, followed by the Imperial Anthem, the lyrics whereof were not known to the Lillos, either. However, the singers were excellent.
The part of the Lillorainian delegation that had assembled around Felicia saluted, too, as the three of them had, of course, served - Flemming and Lindholm at the FAF, Kolverath with the Flottillas. As did Klingebiel and the four lads and lassies on the table, getting up.
The Federation did not have an official national anthem, but a selection of songs played and sung at various occasions; there were march songs for military parades, more traditional songs for national holidays, and, of course, one for international sports competitions.
Unbeknownst to them, the song brought memories back to Fiona, and same went for Flemming; his old Commander, Branko Seržić, was a living legend amongst those who had served at the Kirajevo FAF Base in the early 1990s, a combat machine during multiple operations including the ones linked to Marie Seelscheid's assassination. Many years later, Flemming had met him again - unexpectedly, at a beach party in Bentesröd.
The Emperor caused a lot of respect amongst the Lillorainian Delegation, in his Imperial Navy uniform - even admiration. Some excitement circulated amongst them, all of them expecting his speech ...
'... spread of Christian civilization ...' And on, 'Building civilization out of wilderness, carving a Christian society where there was barbarism and heathenism for the Imperial Crown ...'
And there we went with all the admiration.
Being a devout Christian was one thing, trying to force one's own belief on others was another thing. One should have assumed, that modern crusaders were mostly limited to posting messages with statements against whom they considered infidel in social media every now and then, but the world news on the one hand and speeches like these on the other showed the opposite.
A sign of relief left Sylvia Kolverath, for she was not wearing her chain with the pendant of a Mjölnir. Also, the other Lillos looked down at themselves to make sure, that the faith they adhered to was in no way obvious. Then, they looked at each other, their glances telling something along the lines of, Do we really have to go through this again?
During the applause, which the Lillorainian participation in was, hardly surprising, pretty restrained, they wondered, if this was the right place to be at for them - then, Mara announced joy and feasting to be the primary points to be expressed now and glasses to be raised, which made all of them calm down a bit.
Without anyone noticing, Lindholm quickly grabbed four filled glasses from the buffet table, handing one to Felicia. Flemming and Kolverath took one each, too, and when Mara toasted, everyone raised their glass and took a deep sip.

Felicia Sciotóg of the Tribe of Monaghan.
We had shown our respect by a small bow, hand over the heart (including my name twin, a former soldier), then listened to the speech... I had to admit, we at the Foreign Office expected something like this, but we did not expect him to be this... this.
I actually felt a little sick in my mouth.
I did not check, if there were any signs of my own faith on me visibly, everyone seeing a Selkie in Geansai (a rather distinctive appearance in its own right) could assume, that she was likely to be a Selkie-Pagan, so the point was moot for us, but to be honest, I didn't care either.
If they wanted to play it like that, fine, but without any of us.
I had high hopes as the Lillos next to us seemed to be equally lacking in being impressed by the speech. When Lindholm gave me a glass, I noted, that my lassies and my lad had taken themselves one as well, Ava putting her second one, supposed to be mine, back on the tablet.
I raised my glass as well and downed it in one go to get rid of the taste in my mouth - only to replace it with something worse. Ugh...
I nevertheless smiled at Flemming and the others after that was done.
"Thank you.", I said to Lindholm, "Needed that one..." I looked to my people. "Everyone holding up well?"
Confirming nods all around. I turned back to Flemming. "Good. Now... you, me, dancing, right now. I'll lead."
I made a grab for his hand.
Fuck diplomacy! Let's do something more fun then listening to some old fossil going on and on about his faith!

[Queimada]

Richard Spears, Earl of Darlington

"Eduardo Baptiste, isn't it?" Lord Spears asked, only barely remembering the sportsman's name. "Lord Richard Spears, the Earl of Darlington." He introduced himself.

“Yo, nice to meet you Lord Rich. Sweet uniform. Want a photo or an autograph or something? Nad…” He turned to see where she was and spotted her grabbing a glass of wine and downing it in one go. Baptiste walked over grabber her by the arm and whispered, “Pace yourself, and don’t make any issues. I don’t want you sloppy drunk.”

He dragged her to Lord Richard, “Nadia, take my picture with Lord Rich, he probably able to buy your whole family ten times over.”

Nadia looked pissed but took the photo on Eduardos phone. Eduardo said, “Lemme see your phone and Ill get one for you too. Ey where you from anyways? Isn’t Darlington where Peter Pan was from?”

[Republica De Gran Chaco]

Ghant

With the ceremony over, Simon Alvarado grabbed a quick bite, and a something to drink. He had spotted the Ghantish come in to the party he had been waiting to see them. Chaco had a good trade relation with Ghant, but had the desire to explore an expansion of diplomatic ties with the Empire. Hopefully there could be things on the agenda that were mutually beneficial, other than the Chocolate that was sent to Ghant in large quantities. Alvarado cleared his throat and then walked over to Prime Minister Nymun.

He approached the Prime Minister smiling and with his arms our. Alvarado walked up and greeted Nymun, “Wonderful to see you here Mr. Prime Minister. Congratulations on your recent victory, I wish you many years of successful governance. How was your travel from Ghant? Not too tiring I hope.”

[Vionna-Frankenlisch]

Darwin Crawford, Earl of Eglantine

Lord Crawford looked resplendent in the tunic of the Imperial Guards Hussars, standard line cavalry trousers and high Cossack boots. He held a flute of champagne in his left hand, hidden beneath a fur-lined, black medallion cloak. He stood idly to attention and lowered his right hand to the handle of his sheathed sabre. He listened to King Elijah and Queen Mara intently, although he remained relatively uninterested. Dutifully, he joined in with the clapping, careful to not spill his drink but Lord Crawford ended the experience feeling quite unsatisfied. He had come all this way to wander around a hotel and drink champagne? He thought not. Darwin Crawford straightened his uniform out and turned his head towards the Ghantish delegation.

Freckled, dark-haired and pale-skinned, a figure made itself known to Lord Crawford immediately. 'Alexia...' Darwin thought to himself. He recognised the Princess from the perhaps excessive research he had done into Cornellian nobility and royalty before stepping onto the plane. She was beautiful and Crawford immediately made it his God-given duty to speak to her. In her pretty gown of blue and all her bejewelled finery, Alexia stood out to the Earl like a beacon and he, politely, made his way through the light crowd towards the Ghantish.

Soon, Crawford found himself a mere meter away and he checked himself with a deep breath before speaking. "Excuse me, Your Grace," he spoke calmly and with a kind, aristocratic tone. He bowed his head respectfully and introduced himself in perfect Ceasian Latin (little different to Cornellian Latin), "Lord Crawford, the Earl of Eglantine. Very much honoured to make your acquaintance."

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Richard Spears, Earl of Darlington

“Yo, nice to meet you Lord Rich. Sweet uniform. Want a photo or an autograph or something?" Baptiste had replied, throwing courtesy to the winds.

Perhaps Lord Spears should have expected such a reply, after all, the footballers of Ayaca were not exactly renowned for their manners. He was not given a chance to respond, as Baptiste damn-near ordered his companion to take a picture of them both on his phone. Richard sighed, feeling the fool for expecting a respectable conversation. "Why not, eh?" He replied, jauntily, deciding to make the most of the situation he'd thrown himself into, idiotically. He reached into a deep trouser pocket and produced his phone, the latest design from Pinewood Technology (bearing a great deal of similarity to the iPhone 8 ). He allowed Eduardo's companion to take a picture of the pair while he answered the footballer's query.

"I believe that was 'Neverland'. I am from Darlington, in Vionna-Frankenlisch" He replied with a friendly chuckle. "But I'd like to know a little something, sir. I have watched quite a few Ayacan football matches and you did very well back in... Oh-five, was it? I wondered which team you found most difficult to play against?"

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Countess Emilie de Carmont

Emilie was in heaven, or as close as she would be for some time. Dancing in the arms of an honourable and gentle man, a military officer and a hero of his country. She had to suppress a whine as he was called away by Prince Enoch to receive his award. She smiled deeply as he was honoured with the Golden Eagle and clapped fiercely with the Edomites, slapping her pretty, pale hands together until her palms were red.

Admittedly unsure of herself, Emilie followed Admiral Esarhaddon as he was taken aside by the King-Emperor. For a moment or two, she debated walking away and letting Esarhaddon find her but she quickly thrust those thoughts aside and approached the group. Being somewhat shorter than some of the men in the group, she remained unnoticed as the King-Emperor, Minister of Defence and the four honoured guests conversed. She decided to avoid attracting the attention of the whole group by taking Admiral Esarhaddon's hand from behind.

Emilie whispered, trying not to distract the Admiral too much, "Bravo, Monsieur Admiral. You did not tell me that you were an hero too!"

[Solisian Union]

Officers of Adiron

The President of Solisia smiled and said, "Yes. I got jealous, honestly, of the pretty ones serving the rest of the guests. I thought that if they could go naked, so would I. That, and I wanted to show one thing that nobody knew about me: I was once and am still a Legionnaire."

The Secretary nodded to that as a sign of confirmation. He told his new friends, "Miss Harvine may be a politician, but she is also a loyal soldier of the Empire. She isn't ashamed of displaying the tattoos that mark her as a Legionnaire. She is brave as much as she is dedicated to the Empire."

That made the President blush and look a little at the Secretary in clear affection. The Secretary returned this with a greater one. That made her laugh.

After a moment of silent admiration, the Secretary now said, "Anyway, my dear friends, it is a pleasure to meet all of you."

To see that a bold representative of the Republic moved himself to greet the Secretary impressed the Solisians. The President sat down and began to eat quietly while the Secretary said to the men of Adiron, "So, what can I do for you?"

[Orestea]

The Orestean party originally consisted of fairly important figures: President Eyasu and his wife, top military officials, and even an industry lead or two, alongside Sharmaake and the party's general aide. They were surprised and honored at the invitation, and wanted to showcase their best.

Listening to the Emperor's introductory speech reminded Sharmaake of the underlying issues that eventually caused Orestea to turn their delegation into its sorry state. The Orestean Secretary of Parliament joined his Lillorainian table in their worry, even prefacing them with his stone face, the tool of a supposedly neutral politician which really only manifests as contempt. His applause is similarly restrained, and he toasts alongside them - in their unease, Orestean and Lillorainian alike were all on equal footing.

"Well," he said, and left it at that.

---

"I see you've resumed drinking."

Khadija stood shoulder-to-shoulder with Aureliano, the tennis star's arms crossed as she looked with disinterest at the obviously inebriated political aide. They were off in some far outdoor corner, leaning against a railing, more or less by their lonesome. Of course, Khadija knew better than to think they had total privacy, but she saw Coccaro waddle off to this corner, and their recent history gave her an excuse to leave the crowd of mixed emotions.

"It's alright, really," she continued, "I saw you talking with those navy folk, or whatever their deal is. Military. I'm proud of you."

Coccaro stared off over the water, visible just above the privacy greenery, alcohol long having been put away but still very much in his system. "Thanks... Khaj."

"You seem upset. I thought you and the Selkie hit it off? Or was that just the cocktails I saved you from? You have terrible taste in those, you know."

Aureliano afforded himself a chuckle, and said, "No, no, they're great, really, uh... really nice guys. Uh. Just. You know. No need to keep them talking to me... they were hot for eachother, anyways."

"There's at least three or four couples in that entire group, Aureliano," Khadija said, "more, if they, ah, share. I thought you were the one who read up on everyone? That was a perfect opportunity to get a dance in, you know. She'd have taken the kindness just to get another one in with her hubby."

"They're not married," said Coccaro. He wiped some of the water from his eyes and turned to talk with Khadija directly. "I thought about it. Uh, I, uh, went by the lily pads after, but fuckin' Queen Midas was over there. I had to sit... through that speech, I'm not gonna stand being... in the same room with either of those two. Christ."

Khadija pouted, and teased, "Afraid she's gonna lock you up?"

"Fucking yes, actually. Between, eh, our benevolent hosts and those Romans I've just had the worst effing taste in my mouth... Christ."

"You wanna go back to the hotel, you big, drunk baby?"

"No... What happened with those... uh, oil... people?"

"We didn't really do much," she replied curtly. "Want me to stay here until you've calmed down a little, freak?"

Coccaro slumped over against the railing and put his head into his arms. "Yes," he said, as Khadija started to stroke along his back.

[Lillorainen]

The Orestean party originally consisted of fairly important figures: President Eyasu and his wife, top military officials, and even an industry lead or two, alongside Sharmaake and the party's general aide. They were surprised and honored at the invitation, and wanted to showcase their best.

Listening to the Emperor's introductory speech reminded Sharmaake of the underlying issues that eventually caused Orestea to turn their delegation into its sorry state. The Orestean Secretary of Parliament joined his Lillorainian table in their worry, even prefacing them with his stone face, the tool of a supposedly neutral politician which really only manifests as contempt. His applause is similarly restrained, and he toasts alongside them - in their unease, Orestean and Lillorainian alike were all on equal footing.

"Well," he said, and left it at that.

During the Emperor's introductory speech, the Lillorainian table noticed, that Secretary Sharmaake was obviously fully along the same lines with them about the speech and its content. Whereas Lillorainen's worries mostly concerned the history of the Lillöer-Archipelago, in particular, the Norse pagans' successful strike against the crusaders about seven centuries ago, the Oresteans' worries would probably concern their home country's colonial past. Be it as it may - at the end of the day, two countries with two different backgrounds had one and the same worry.
Marquardt nodded and shrugged. "Well, indeed" - he said, and that was the end of story.
"Now, as for fighters" - Lövenich began, "the only way to determine, whether yours or ours are stronger, would technically be to let them run together in an one-on-one test - but, quite frankly, we're not interested in such a test run at all, for it's a waste of money and resources for both of us, not to mention the cost of human lives. A state visit would be of a way more fruitful nature. It's up to President Flemming to see, if his schedule allows that in the near future, though. There's quite a lot of business yet to conduct."
"As for the road system" - said Marscheid, "it isn't really a state secret." He had to snort in amusement. "It is well thought out and well-maintained, and we would be more than glad to share our knowledge. Of course, it is more sophisticated than yours, for our country is a tiny bit larger, and it has multiple regions which are quite densely populated. But showing a bit more love for the maintenance of the infrastructure, be it roads or also railroads, is never bad to bring a country's economy on."
They all had seen, that Sharmaake was a bit skeptical about Kolverath's plans, but he could be sure, that it was worked on well, even with Kolverath being here for some time.

Felicia Sciotóg of the Tribe of Monaghan.
We had shown our respect by a small bow, hand over the heart (including my name twin, a former soldier), then listened to the speech... I had to admit, we at the Foreign Office expected something like this, but we did not expect him to be this... this.
I actually felt a little sick in my mouth.
I did not check, if there were any signs of my own faith on me visibly, everyone seeing a Selkie in Geansai (a rather distinctive appearance in its own right) could assume, that she was likely to be a Selkie-Pagan, so the point was moot for us, but to be honest, I didn't care either.
If they wanted to play it like that, fine, but without any of us.
I had high hopes as the Lillos next to us seemed to be equally lacking in being impressed by the speech. When Lindholm gave me a glass, I noted, that my lassies and my lad had taken themselves one as well, Ava putting her second one, supposed to be mine, back on the tablet.
I raised my glass as well and downed it in one go to get rid of the taste in my mouth - only to replace it with something worse. Ugh...
I nevertheless smiled at Flemming and the others after that was done.
"Thank you.", I said to Lindholm, "Needed that one..." I looked to my people. "Everyone holding up well?"
Confirming nods all around. I turned back to Flemming. "Good. Now... you, me, dancing, right now. I'll lead."
I made a grab for his hand.
Fuck diplomacy! Let's do something more fun then listening to some old fossil going on and on about his faith!

Of course, the point of showing or not showing symbols of one's own faith was pretty moot for the Selkie, for wearing Geansai was a rather obvious indicator for them not exactly being potential crusaders among the New Edomite side.
The drink had been necessary, indeed. Not exactly the quality of Lillorainian beer. Or Lillorainian mead. Or cider. Or rum. Or anything else people usually expected when visiting the Federation.
In fact, it was rather for people thinking, 'Screw taste, the effect's important!' The Table-Lillos were most certainly more lucky with the taste of the cocktails they were drinking.
Flemming took Felicia's hand. "Ja, jonn mer ne bessje jet danze!" - he said; 'Yes, let's go dance a bit' - for this evening, the ultimate Rhenish phrase for 'How about we ignore the common standards of a diplomatic meeting and do something that really brings cultures together?'
Or, to put it short - indeed, fuck it. This is about fun now!