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by **Novitera** » Sat May 04, 2019 6:52 am

Noviterans

The type before him was not one Rackham was unfamiliar with. He knew the small differences between a gangster and a businessman. Growing up, they had amused him. Greedy and ruthless men who would not pull a hair for their community if not for their own vanity.

But I had heard that under your enlightened rule that your city was progressing magnificently.”

“Indeed. The wonders you can do with all that sweet money flowing from the Noviteran mob. You’ll have them eating out of your palm Mayor, literally.” He added plainly the smirked, not showing he noticed the change in demeanor from Wendt yet.

Takeshi glanced at Pendergast and smiled politely. She was a gracefully aged woman as was her husband Dayton who stood there seriously in a suit. “I’m flattered you would introduce yourself Mr. Pendergast. This is my husband Dayton.”

“A pleasure Mister Pendergast.” He said after the handshake. Of course the Wiyrkomi executive who know the Secretary of Treasury for Adiron.

“Glad to see you could make it Mister Pendergast. I’m sure Adiron is pleased at the developments in Arcologia during recent years. It will soon by a respectable place.” Takeshi said.

Geta smiled. “A man cannot serve two masters, Mr. Ambassador. Mammon or Christ? Ultimately before all comes Christ, and between them comes the holy laws of the Empire. I hope I am clever enough to manage the arrangements that make prosperity possible while still being a man of God.

“Mister Geta, you know very well a Noviteran is the wrong kind of person to be talking about your Christ god to but I see your point.” Folais said with a chuckle.

“We don’t see you taking off that suit to be...what is it...a mendicant?” Giselle giggled.

When she spoke of the music, he nodded. “There will be a variety of music to dance to. Do you swing, Miss Folais? I am further impressed, with all your hard work, to be a good dancer as well is commendable.”

“Perhaps,” he offered, “You might be kind enough to honour me with a dance, with your father’s permission, of course,” he said, inclining his head towards the ambassador courteously.

“I do. Daddy paid for lessons. But it has been a while.” She looked like she was thinking about it teasingly. “He has been rather charming dad.”

Folais grinned. “I think it’s a wonderful idea and he did ask first. Mister Geta understands our proverb. How does it go? Be first, be smarter or cheat. I know he doesn’t cheat and being first is easier than being smarter.”

She nodded with a smile. “When there’s a dance I know Mister Geta, I’d be happy to. I’m not familiar with any sort of waltz or ballroom styles I heard they do at these things.”

The Noviterans who had enjoyed their brief foray had returned all smiles and talking rapidly to each other in a spattering of Japanese and Noviteran Latin. Setsuko was smoking a cigarillo now and left Millie to entertain the Admirals. Being a veteran, he knew how to compose himself while under the influence of the narcotic and found himself next to Count Lalery giving him a tap on the shoulder.

“Count Lalery, good to see you again.” He nodded politely to the others around him. “You’re just the man I wanted to speak to about something I thought you might find intriguing. A moment of your time?”

Major General Julian Tomas suddenly found himself approached by three men in dress white uniforms with stars decorating their golden epaulets. “General Tomas!” Nagasada said with a welcoming smile to get his attention. “I thought we should talk. Hanashitaiyo! We’ll be coordinating often soon. You in Valcarlos, me in Chaco. WESTCOM my friend. Good command. Very important. Islands and trade routes to defend. Beautiful ones. Beautiful country. Our base in Chaco is beautiful and so are the women in your country. Women here are beautiful. All so beautiful. Kirei ne? Subete wa kirei!” He said rapidly.

“Sou desu! Senioritas here, there, everywhere. We’ll be doing a tour of inspection of the islands before going home and want to see some senioritas. Then we’ll be back with our ships. Lots of beautiful ships for your beautiful senioritas. Richard Tomlin. Fourth Fleet. Best fleet in the world. Ichiban! Good to meet you.” Tomlin said.

“Nonsense. Fifth trumps all. Conner Armstrong. Whew! It’s hot. We should get some cold beers. What do you all think? Cold beer? Nothing beats a cold beer. Waitress, some beers for us will you? O'sake onegai! Lagers if you have them. Cold, not hot. Atsui da'me. Although nothing beats a hot coffee when you're on a bridge. Yeah?” Armstrong interjected.

by **Ashab** » Sat May 04, 2019 7:27 am

Ashabis

“Thank you Prince. It is an honor to receive such recognition.” Javanai replied to Prince David while holding his cigar away from him as if it were a dirty diaper. He saw the sad look and thought perhaps he had found a kindred soul. Someone who wanted nothing more than to live a mundane life free of danger and attention but willing to work hard. All the more challenging for the man was a Prince and must have had all sorts of expectations. For a moment, Javanai sympathized with Prince David and was thankful for his own circumstances. His family were not even junior Party members. Javanai gave him a look of understanding.

“Ah, off to play a young man’s game.” Zaher said noticing the Admiral leaving, thinking, “Why bother, when you can have them brought to you?” “But with age and rank, they just come to you don’t they? Supplicant and ready to please. Gahaha!” He dragged off his cigar and patted his large round belly twice.

Zaher turned his focus back to Unwerth. “Ah yes. At least the Intaki are a placid people. But they do provide a convenient source of labor. If they will not serve God at least they shall serve men of God and the government he has chosen to lead the faithful.”

by **Lillorainen** » Sat May 04, 2019 8:48 am

Indeed, Lutetii had turned out as quite capable of just being a peaceful neighbor of the Free Lands, which was, indeed, surprising - despite the fact they had disbanded their military in 1992 being well-known. Prior to that, they had been involved in the 1983 Great Vellenge War, which had already followed a history of messing with the Kyrenaians prior to and during the Decolonisation Wars. They had made a great step towards a peaceful, wine-exporting confederacy of city-states - surely not without trouble, like their crime syndicates, but at least not sending wooden boxes to neighboring countries anymore.
Stella Dorata had been rather peaceful during the last years, too, after a longer history of sending terrorists into the Federation, coming up with war rhetorics, and still technically occupying rightful Lillorainian soil. But they hadn't heard from them for quite some time now, and there was some movement there, too - namely, resistance groups forming, even equipped with MJR Rifles from Lillorainen. Yet, both the bosses of Morschenich-Jäckrath Systems Ltd., as well as the Federal Government denied any involvement in these exports.
It was yet to see, what would happen soon. It comes as it comes, as the proverb went.
Kolverath slightly blushed, but then had to grin in amusement about the term Marla had invented for a person's first errand as a diplomat. Flemming snorted, and Lindholm grinned, too, for the very same reason.
"I'm also very sure" - Flemming said, "that the young and wild ones amongst us will not only do wonderfully, too, but also bring some fresh wind into the Council. And, of course, a bit more action and high life into the Lillatorn!"
"The latter, of course, being a convenient side effect rather than our primary job!" - Kolverath interjected, which made Flemming snort again.
"Better believe, both are primary!" - he said.
Lindholm added, "What's definitely a primary goal is to ensure, that we all get the most suitable results out of both the creativeness of the younger generation and the experience of the ..." - he interrupted himself for a moment, then continued, "... less young generation combined. This goes for both the Council and the JAP. Old horses for young riders, old riders for young horses."
"What Holger intends to say" - explained Kolverath, "is that we consider the cooperation of old and young people especially fruitful - at least that's what he usually calls it when presenting work."
"What should I say, I like fruits ..."
Kolverath grinned. "That too."

iiWiki · by **Vionna-Frankenlisch** » Sat May 04, 2019 1:16 pm

Countess Emilie de Carmont

“Excuse me, Madame, I noticed you were unescorted, which astonishes me. Did your evening’s companion abandon you? That is most unfortunate, but I cannot allow such a thing. I am Admiral Esarhaddon.”

"Charmed, Monsieur Admiral," Countess de Carmont replied, surprised by the Edomite but remained smiling. She surveyed the man before her for a second and did not find him lacking, he looked friendly, his manners were charming and he had an aged handsomeness about him. He was also, clearly, in possession of the chief Gallandic quality, chivalry. "'I fear that I have lagged behind my companions a little." She admitted. "But I do not think that matters," Emilie added with a smug smile, she held out her hand, glancing at the large ruby ring, her eyes full of implication. "I am Emilie, Comtesse de Carmont, Monsieur Admiral. Very much charmed." She put her other hand over her mouth daintily, "Forgive me, Monsieur, I am most impressed by your Latin. A little different perhaps from the Latin we speak in Magna Terrifica or Europa but a most useful language, no?"

by **Republica De Gran Chaco** » Sat May 04, 2019 1:53 pm

Mendoza nodded his head enthusiastically, “Right, right, deals, have to make deals. Wade! We need deals! Got to go!”

Diego walked out into the ball room at a steady clip and slapped a painted serving girl’s ass hard as he passed causing a loud clapping sound. He went to the bar and ordered up a drink scanning the floor. He spotted Antonio Sebastian Pérez de Lebrón across the room and decided he had to say hello at that moment. Nothing was more important than saying hello to the billionaire. As he walked, he passed by Crown Princess Aryni, he pointed his finger at her and winked, not stopping his pace he said, “Trade baby, we’ll talk trade, all those pineapples and coffee beans and stuff, but not now, deals!”

Bryan raised his eyebrows, and gave the slightest grin. Inside he was laughing at all of angst that was pouring out of this teen girl. He glances at Sophia, “I think this little one is up past her bedtime. Travel can be hard for a child of her age.”

He took a sip and then focused his attention on Sophia, “Still we are here, and this is a party. I have just gotten back from a long series of combat deployments, and I am in the mood to have some fun. Would you care for a dance with me while the music is lively?

Garcia was a medium height stocky man with short dark hair and black glasses on. He had been chatting with Fiorella, the Minister of Justice, when the Governor-General approached. Garcia smiled and took Laurenstowe’s hand, “Pleasure to meet you. It is good to finally put a name to the face. How have you been liking your position? I understand that you have launched a fresh campaign against your little rebels. Is it faring well?”

Kozadeh turned and raised an eyebrow in surprise, not expecting to see the Prime Minister of Chaco so soon. “Mister Prime Minister.” He said in greeting and took Luis’s hand to shake with both of his. “My family is very well. Thank you for asking. My eldest in fact is entering his second year at Detajed Academy and is on track to becoming an officer in the Republican Guards. I cannot wait to see him in a red beret. Tell me, how is yours?”

Luis lit a cigarette and offered one to Kozedeh, “The red beret? A high honor, I am happy for you. My own son has been commissioned into the Guards as an armor officer. He is quite happy that he gets to play around in his tank. I was an artillery man myself when I was young, and I don’t quite see the draw, but it seems to be his passion for the moment. My daughter is in her last year of school, and will attend university next year.”

Luis took a drag, “So, tell me how was your trip? It is a short flight up here, but I do find travel so tiresome, takes me away from my work. But this is an important night, and I want Chaco fully represented.”

Pablo threw his head back and laughed, “Sir, I have an idea Verta, Cirila get us some drinks. Monica, come dance with our new friend!”

Pedro smiled, “Dancing an excellent idea, come Yessica! Let’s move to the dance floor!”

Pablo grabbed one of the girls and they went out and staring up at the tall women, got close as they could. No one would call the moves they did swing, but it would have made an impression on those that might have seen it.

Tomas sipped some water, as the Noviteran Admirals began buzzing and rambling around him. He was quite sure he had no clue about what they were talking about. Inspections of the islands? That would never happen. As far as he knew there was talk about opening up Valcarlos as a port of call to Noviteran ships, and plans to invite them for naval exercises. These Admirals were friends and allies, though Tomas could not quite figure out why they were behaving so energetically.

He tried to respond to the comments about the girls but the talk was so fast and always changing, “Yes Chaco does have some very pretty…”

Armstrong began complaining about the temperature, though Major General Tomas found the room quite pleasant, “Would you like me to bring you some ice, Admiral?”

“At the moment, we are trying to prioritize infrastructure projects. We need to upgrade those poor savages’ villages, but it is difficult without docks, airstrips and roads. There have been Chacano investors, in Lebrón that have begun work in those fields as well as beginning colonization efforts, agriculture, mining what have you, but there is so much to do. Novitera has a good opportunity, not just for short term contracts, but for long term investment. Logging, mining, fishing, etcetera, and we are hoping to eventually put industry there. There are some plans in the works. I know that Antonio Sebastian Pérez de Lebrón is here. He has been mobilizing the efforts of private industry and colonization.” Alvarado explained.

by **Queimada** » Sat May 04, 2019 2:20 pm

“For somebody who grew up in a gang neighborhood himself, I find that commendable. Though I did pick up a book...and a gun.” Rackham said to Victor.

“Yes, yes young man, picking up a weapon in the service of ones country is an admirable sacrifice, but unfortunately these children only wish guns for robberies and violence.

“I’ll make sure that someone gets you some recipes, Your Honour,” she said to the mayor. “They produce menus for such events, and I’m sure they’d be glad to produce a copy for you. But I had heard that under your enlightened rule that your city was progressing magnificently.” Somehow, as Wendt spoke, she had transformed subtly; her lips tilted upwards towards the men she was speaking to, her eyes seemed wide and earnest, the delicacy of her throat emphasized, the female angles of her body suggesting a pretty girl playing in a soldier’s uniform.

“Will you now, why that would be most lovely dear. I could show some of those poor souls a taste of high society in the hopes it motivates them to greater things. And yes, my city has been improving. I do admit that, but it is an uphill battle against the drugs, and reggaeton. Still I must do my best for my city.” Victor said, “I am pleased that you have taken an interest in Porto Real, young lady.”

“Indeed. The wonders you can do with all that sweet money flowing from the Noviteran mob. You’ll have them eating out of your palm Mayor, literally.” He added plainly the smirked, not showing he noticed the change in demeanor from Wendt yet.

The smile faded from Victor’s face. He had to take a moment to actually take in what was being said. When he responded there was no more pleasantness in his tone, “Young man, that is a venomous slander, to make up and spread, and from someone of your station. There will be an official diplomatic complaint to your embassy over this disgusting insult.”

He turned to Sarah, “My dear, I would think carefully about the friends you keep. Take wisdom from the bible dear, ‘Bad company ruins good morals.’”

Victor turned and walked away in a huff.

"Yes, I do not believe that we have been introduced?"

“Oh shit, sorry, you know I’m used to being mobbed by fans. I am Eduardo Baptiste, Goodwill Ambassador, from Queimada, and former two time International Football Player of the Year in 2003 and 2005.” Baptiste said. He grabbed Didi by the arm, “This is Didi, she’s in nursing school.”

Didi gave a sour smile and nodded.

"Some Croutes mother?" she asked in Latin, offering a small plate which Chella accepted. Then she turned to Eduardo and Nadia, looking them up and down in a deliberate way.

"Please excuse me," she said, forcing some politeness.

“Oh I don’t mind, go ahead.” Baptiste said, “Any ways, I don’t know who you are really either, but I saw you, and I though ‘here is a chick that has an aura of grace. So, I wanted to see if you were as elegant as you look. I gotta say, you handle yourself well. None of these rich hos can hold a candle to your style. Where you guys from anyway?”

He turned to Aryni, “You looking pretty fresh too. You both related or something?”

iiWiki · by **Vionna-Frankenlisch** » Sat May 04, 2019 2:33 pm

Governor-General Richard Laurenstowe

“Pleasure to meet you. It is good to finally put a name to the face. How have you been liking your position? I understand that you have launched a fresh campaign against your little rebels. Is it faring well?”

"Well, one gets along. It is perhaps more work than I was expecting." Laurenstowe replied to the question of his position, "People talk so much about the King meddling in New Columbian affairs but since taking up my office last year the only correspondence I have received from His Imperial Majesty was a Christmas card. He leaves ourselves to ourselves mostly and that creates a lot of work for me and my government." He chuckled, "But, hey, I was the one who went for the position. I suppose I only have myself to blame." The Governor-General frowned when Garcia mentioned the Northern Desert Offensive, Richard Laurenstowe looked intensely sad when he frowned, an unfortunate effect of his expressive eyes, even when he meant to look angry. "Erm, yes..." He replied after some speculation, his brow furrowed in thought, "There is something of an offensive going on against our enemies in the Northern Desert. They've entrenched themselves rather well unfortunately and we've run into some difficulty." Eager to turn the truth, which was that his offensive had come to a grinding halt, into a positive, Laurenstowe added, "But they are not cut out for conventional fighting and I'm glad to say that hammer and anvil tactics will see the end of resistance and its early days yet." A grin crept across his face as he got engrossed, he held his hands out, gesturing with his palms and fists to emphasise his points. "Our own forces are pressing against the enemy's front but our native allies are well placed to punch into their flank or rear. We are, however," he admitted, "lacking in heavy equipment and aerial support. It is incredibly hard to move tanks and guns to the deserts and steppes of the inner provinces so we have to rely on infantry and mounted cavalry."

by **Republica de San Carlo** » Sat May 04, 2019 2:37 pm

“Wait, is that who I think it is heading our way? Yes, it is,” Rowan said as Gutierrez approached.

“Foreign Minister, finally we meet in person,” Rowan said as though he had really been looking forward to it, offering him a warm handshake and a smile. “And this is—so I’ve been told—my more entertaining half,” he added, gesturing to Leslie.

The First Lady offered Gutierrez her hand. “It’s so good to meet you, Your Excellency.”

“How are you? How is everything?” Rowan asked him.

“Thank you, Mr. President, you honor me.” Gutierrez said with a slight bow. He took the First Lady’s hand and kissed it, “Madame.”

Standing up he looked at the president and smiled, “I am well sir, as is my country. Though we did have that strange occurrence of a Regensburg tech company try to violate our laws. The CEO and his executives no less! I have to wonder what this world is coming too? But our National Police uncovered the plot, no doubt thanks to the support your government has shown over the years for our security. I trust that you both are well?”

by **Novitera** » Sat May 04, 2019 2:47 pm

Noviterans

"Ice." Armstrong repeated. "Ice. Ice. Ice. Thank you but nah, no need. Nessan! Any lager?" He called out again to a passing waitress. The millet beer she brought disappointed Armstrong but he began to drink it anyways.

Tomlin was bobbing his head to the music. "Fleet Command has decided that Admiral Armstrong and I will take turns running fleets through the theater. Mainly Battle Groups 4 and 6 from the 4th and 5th fleet respectively. So we thought it we should introduce ourselves. Hajimemashite General." He interjected then began to snap his fingers and move his feet side to side.

"Destroyers and frigates. Navy has too few carriers. If only we had more. Chaco base is too far. The Admiralty wants submarines. Building them in Folkport now. Submarines, submarines, submarines. I say surface warships but they don't listen. More versatile." Nagasada explained talking more and more rapidly as he did.

Armstrong who was already halfway through his beer joined the conversation again. "I'm looking forward to running an exercise. But Nagasada is right, no carriers. No carriers, no AWACs, no maritime reconnaissance birds. Nothing in range for Arcologia. Warui. We need a strip to launch our P-8s from but where? We should talk to our governments. Otherwise all targeting must come from you. Well, we have our sneaky submarines. Sneaky, sneaky."

"Oh dear, I've hurt his feelings." Rackham said indifferently once Victor was out of earshot. He turned his head to the side to giggle and appeared to making efforts to suppress it. After moment he turned back to look into the distance. "He is right. I am incorrigible." He said with a sigh and looking amused with himself.

"Infrastructure, yes. Energy is a concern of ours. We'll need to build coal plants. Geothermal for those islands with enough volcanic activity. Our man McCaffrey will talk to Perez. His private equity fund is in the process of exiting several pipelines to gather the capital. We're anxious to get people on the ground to start surveying and laying out the groundwork soon as well." Douglas explained and took a sip of his wine. "Our firms will be able to purchase some resource rich acres? Royalty contracts will be made of course." Asked Douglas.

by **Neue Regensburg** » Sat May 04, 2019 3:24 pm

Republica De Gran Chaco wrote:Bryan raised his eyebrows, and gave the slightest grin. Inside he was laughing at all of angst that was pouring out of this teen girl. He glances at Sophia, “I think this little one is up past her bedtime. Travel can be hard for a child of her age.”

He took a sip and then focused his attention on Sophia, “Still we are here, and this is a party. I have just gotten back from a long series of combat deployments, and I am in the mood to have some fun. Would you care for a dance with me while the music is lively?

Sophia laughed with Cayo, but inside she was mad at Christina. If she couldn’t behave properly, why was she here. Regardless, the younger girl, cheeks flushing red with embarrassment, excused herself and went to get another glass of wine at the bar. Sophia responded to Bryan, “She doesn’t get out much,” and let out a small laugh. When he mentioned his deployments, she nodded, and for a brief moment remembered the feeling of bombing Red-controlled factories and camps for months at a time. She snapped back into reality to hear him asking her to dance, and she responded somewhat flirtatiously, “Lead the way.”

Meanwhile, Damien and Michael saw the exchange, sipping on root beers, and they shared the amused expressions of Sophia and Bryan, even without hearing the exchange. When she headed for the bar, where they were sitting, they made their faces neutral. As she took a second glass, they both made slight bows. Short bows were customary when a Regensburger met somebody new, or when they wish to show respect but a long bow would be seen as inappropriate. She returned them, but both guardsmen could see the hurt in her eyes.

The Shrailleeni Empire wrote:Next came Aryni. A women in her late twenties, she carried herself with a haughty air that befit her status (and her personal opinions). Her eyes were a brighter, more emerald green than Zattem's and her skin darker, though unmarked by any blemish. She was thin but wiry, a result of daily practice with a blade. Her black hair was also worn long and swept back, but her dress was much finer than the Foreign Minister's. She wore traditional black-on-white robes as well but these were detailed with wave-like patterns that turned each hem and fold into a proximity of the seashore [...]

Zattem bowed to her, and then to Aryni, and with a twinkle in his eye went to inspect the light repast that the New Edomites had provided. He was well accustomed to New Edomite food at this point in his life, and helped himself to much of the fried yucca. All the while he kept his eye on the rest of the guests. To a greater degree than Aryni he worked with these "foreigners," and there was always time for conversation [...]

Aryni lagged behind for a moment, but eventually followed in Zattem's wake. She remained somewhat aloof however, preferring to watch over the proceedings for now.

As Christina walked away, she noticed the Crown Princess of Shraileen, seemingly just as disaffected by the pomp of the event. What the hell, she thought. It can't be worse than seeing my sister trying to get laid. She moved towards the buffet, and went to introduce herself. Offering a bow, she said, "Hello. I am Princess Christina of Neue Regensburg."

New Edom wrote:Princess Desdemona and her best friend, Amelia Hanneghan, had entered the grand hall in the company of the Dowager Queen Rebecca. The Dowager was still relatively young, and because she had a naturally elegant slim figure appeared almost girlish at a distance, though up close delicate crow’s feet and laugh lines appeared.

Both girls were remarkably attractive, their ball gowns baring their arms but the rest hidden by soft folds of blue in one case, red the other, subtly hinting at healthy young curves. Desdemona was an eighteen year old beauty with long brunette hair that flowed to the small of her back. Her five feet ten inch body was slender and curvy and well proportioned. Hazel eyes sparkled at everyone who met her and her face was beautiful with a perky nose, luscious full lips and an angular chin.

Amelia was every bit as gorgeous as her best friend. She was an inch taller than Desdemona with long black hair and green eyes but, other than that, she could have been mistaken for Desdemona’s twin. Their shapes were identical as were the basic contours of their faces. They were both unusually tall for Baran girls.

As Christina walked away, looking for someone to talk to presumably, two girls caught the eyes of the young soldiers. The two soldiers were dressed well in their black dress uniforms with gold and crimson trim, and their golden ties indicated their membership in the Royal Guard. They had left their berets behind before entering the hotel, but those too had the same purpose. Their job was to protect the princesses, but as long as they were sober in the case of any sudden threat, Edomite security was seen by the King as sufficient.

Both gentlemen were the sons of princes of states within Regensburg, granting them prestige and proximity to the royal family even without their military service. Michael's dad reigned over the Latin capitol state of Praenuntium, and Damien's over the large coastal state, Engelstaat.

Michael and Damien approached the princess and her friend, and introduced themselves with a short bow. Michael spoke, “I am Captain Prince Michael Cornelius, and this is Lieutenant Prince Damien Innenwelt. How do you do?"

by **New Edom** » Sat May 04, 2019 9:32 pm

Neue Regensburg

Both gentlemen were the sons of princes of states within Regensburg, granting them prestige and proximity to the royal family even without their military service. Michael's dad reigned over the Latin capitol state of Praenuntium, and Damien's over the large coastal state, Engelstaat.

Michael and Damien approached the princess and her friend, and introduced themselves with a short bow. Michael spoke, “I am Captain Prince Michael Cornelius, and this is Lieutenant Prince Damien Innenwelt. How do you do?"

The two beautiful young women, who were whispering to one another when they suddenly saw the two young men approaching, looking upon them with amusement and interest. “Oh, hello,” said Amelia. “May I present Princess Desdemona, one of the Queen-Empress’ cousins? I am her companion, the daughter of Admiral Hanneghan. How nice to meet you. ”

“Yes, how nice,” said Desdemona with a friendly but shy smile. “May I ask what units you serve with? Are you officially on duty?”

The each had a glass of champagne, and sipped almost in unison as they were waiting for replies from them. They looked at them, curious about how they were dresssed, and what they looked like.

Ashab

“Ah, off to play a young man’s game.” Zaher said noticing the Admiral leaving, thinking, “Why bother, when you can have them brought to you?” “But with age and rank, they just come to you don’t they? Supplicant and ready to please. Gahaha!” He dragged off his cigar and patted his large round belly twice.p/i]

“She’s an aristocratic lady, she might be very important,” said Prince David.”RElated to important men, possibly even holding high office herself. The good admiral is not merely after female companionship. As you say, that alone is easily obtained.”

[i]Zaher turned his focus back to Unwerth. “Ah yes. At least the Intaki are a placid people. But they do provide a convenient source of labor. If they will not serve God at least they shall serve men of God and the government he has chosen to lead the faithful.”

“Yes, their old wineskins must be drained before they can be poured with new wine, and alas, at times, the process is hard, but necessary. Think of a soldier in boot camp, he does not learn by mere gentleness and reason, but by rough treatment he endures to his good,” said Unwerth.

Novitera

What a tiresome oaf thought Geta. Really, Folais was friendly but so was a dog. That was what Folais was: a dog in human form that was too indulged. He looked at both of them blandly a moment. “Well, Miss Folais, the reason why I don’t, you see, is that we want to get along well with foreigners. But that only goes so far. In my home province of Peregrino, especially in the Western side of the island where we govern, many people are Edenists, only wearing clothing when required. The people here are prepared to die for their beliefs. While I have adopted rather international ways, it’s superficial. Clothing is merely a vanity. Wealth is a vanity, like a game, but a useful one. God is the true maker of nations, of life, of everything.” He had a vivid imagining of her undressing in front of everyone to take the Holy Cross, embarrassed, tan lines exposed, trying to hide herself but not to, and him reassuring her that her bosom was fine. He closed his eyes a moment, the image was too good.

He then smiled. “I’ll make sure that we save a nice swing beat for you, but waltzing is actually easier, you know. Just think of it like a box,” he took an imaginary partner in his arms, “And one two, three, one two three, that’s how it goes.”

The Noviterans who had enjoyed their brief foray had returned all smiles and talking rapidly to each other in a spattering of Japanese and Noviteran Latin. Setsuko was smoking a cigarillo now and left Millie to entertain the Admirals. Being a veteran, he knew how to compose himself while under the influence of the narcotic and found himself next to Count Lalery giving him a tap on the shoulder.

“Count Lalery, good to see you again.” He nodded politely to the others around him. “You’re just the man I wanted to speak to about something I thought you might find intriguing. A moment of your time?”

Lalery turned, his dark eyes blazing at whoever had dared to touch him, but then saw Setsuko.

“Ah yes, Mr. Director of International Trade,” said Lalery, his initial hostility vanishing into a smile. “Welcome to the gala, so nice to see you. I don’t know if you know these others by face. Mr. Caleb Ahitophel, Director of Trade Relations for the National Petroleum Corporation.” indicating the very fat man near him, “Miss Dolores Maccabee, the Director of our National Rails, and last but certainly not least, here is Mr. Tolstoy, the Governor-General of the Union of South Ceti.”

“How do you do Mr. Setsuko, I know you very well from reputation,” said Ahitophel, offering a soft, large fat perfumed hand.

“A pleasure,” said Maccabee. “We were just talking about the importance of opening more rail ines through Arcologia, and weighing how to organization the investment plans.”

“Subtle,” said Tolstoy with a grin.

The smile faded from Victor’s face. He had to take a moment to actually take in what was being said. When he responded there was no more pleasantness in his tone, “Young man, that is a venomous slander, to make up and spread, and from someone of your station. There will be an official diplomatic complaint to your embassy over this disgusting insult.”

He turned to Sarah, “My dear, I would think carefully about the friends you keep. Take wisdom from the bible dear, ‘Bad company ruins good morals.’”

Victor turned and walked away in a huff.

"Oh dear, I've hurt his feelings." Rackham said indifferently once Victor was out of earshot. He turned his head to the side to giggle and appeared to making efforts to suppress it. After moment he turned back to look into the distance. "He is right. I am incorrigible." He said with a sigh and looking amused with himself.

Wendt had bowed as the mayor departed , and then turned with a stern expression directed at Rackham. “Captain, you don’t seem stupid, so you must be insane. You just insulted a high ranking foreign official, far above your grade. If you were in my country’s army, you would be due for a severe reprimand. If you wish to be in good company tonight, I suggest that you conduct yourself in a manner befitting an officer and a gentleman.”

Vionna-Frankenlisch

"Charmed, Monsieur Admiral," Countess de Carmont replied, surprised by the Edomite but remained smiling. She surveyed the man before her for a second and did not find him lacking, he looked friendly, his manners were charming and he had an aged handsomeness about him. He was also, clearly, in possession of the chief Gallandic quality, chivalry. "'I fear that I have lagged behind my companions a little." She admitted. "But I do not think that matters," Emilie added with a smug smile, she held out her hand, glancing at the large ruby ring, her eyes full of implication. "I am Emilie, Comtesse de Carmont, Monsieur Admiral. Very much charmed." She put her other hand over her mouth daintily, "Forgive me, Monsieur, I am most impressed by your Latin. A little different perhaps from the Latin we speak in Magna Terrifica or Europa but a most useful language, no?"

Esarhaddon spread his hands a moment. “The Latin of Acheron is in some ways more ancient than the Latin now spoken in places like Belisaria, especially in our Province of Haran, where it is still very formal. I’m glad that you appreciate it. It is the language of diplomacy in the Region, but of course you know that.”

As they spoke, a slim young man painted with vines approached, offering a tray of glasses of champagne. “Ah,” said Esarhaddon, taking a flute and saying, “May I ask, Madame Countess, what brings you to this gala evening? For me it is duty, but such a rare flower graces our presence not without reason, I presume.”

Chaco

“Well, that isn’t a bad place to be. I’ve been on duty in Lebrón, it has been dull, hot, and dirty for the most part. The savages shoot sometimes, but I’m out of the way now. The company commanders have their orders, and make their patrols, I mostly have to hear about what savage stole what piece of company equipment, and make judgements on removals to Isla de Buena Fortuna. It has been more interesting than garrison duty, but not really thrilling. My battalion is rotating out though for refit and training.” Jaime said.

“Goodness, it sounds very involving. They sound like awful people...the...what do you call them? Indios?” said Camilla.

“Well it’s very kind of you to say, sir,” said Count Uzziah Sharra with a smile. “I’m afraid I do not yet have the benefit of your experience, but I do my best to learn.”

“You have a good job in the Regiment, Uzzy,” said his sister in a friendly way. “What was it again?”

The young count’s smile vanished. “Orderly Officer. Which is about families and personal concerns, that sort of thing. Every soldier wanting extended leave or wife wanting to know if she’ll be permitted to bbe in the garrison is my job.”

Jaime smiled at her, it was so good to see this girl again, “I would love to promise you a dance. Now, how did the tournament end up, we don’t get much news when on deployments. Also is your father here? I was told he had been promoted, tell him congratulations from me, if he remembers who I am.”

Camilla said, “Oh, I think Papa does, yes. He’s actually...well he doesn’t complain but I think he’s very tired, he’s been Minister of the Interior for years now, and President of the Council means he has to chair all the council’s meetings and organize the agenda so that the Monarchs will be well advised. Then there was all this headache over those protests, and all those countries wagging the finger, it stressed poor Papa out a lot. Anyway he’s home. Mama is here though, I’ll make sure to present you.”

by **Novitera** » Sat May 04, 2019 10:22 pm

Noviterans

If you wish to be in good company tonight, I suggest that you conduct yourself in a manner befitting an officer and a gentleman.”

“In the presence of good company, I certainly will. But yes, I suppose that was impolitic.” Rackham replied with a sigh though did seem not entirely concerned and ready to put the mishap behind him.

“Well, will you be taking the Mayor’s advice and leaving me alone? Or perhaps you’ll be kind enough to stick around and give me some counsel on a matter I’m pondering, one officer to another?” He asked with a warm smile while taking seat at a nearby table. “I’ll pass you a good contact if you are looking for them.”

“Oh, pleased to meet you all.” Setsuko said nodding to each one in turn. “Investment in rail lines….” He pondered this for a moment. “Well you can go old school and give the land on both sides for a certain amount of miles for whoever lays the track. But then they’ll end up planning a longer route. You should meet McCaffrey over there.” Setsuko pointed to the man who was chattering with Skewes. Both of them making energetic animated gestures to each other. “His fund is looking to invest in Arco infrastructure and other real estate. They’re cash heavy right now and looking for equity to buy. You could do a first right of refusal buy back agreement for a certain amount of years if you’re worried about keeping control. The Sadayori Group likes to flip their pipelines quick anyways. But if you want to sell bonds, certainly Skewes is the man to speak to. You already know him. Interest rates are going up down though so Gallows Street is moving away from fixed income.” He explained. “Anyways, if you’re looking for capital, lots of firms from my country are shopping to get more diversity in their growth funds.”

by **Hittanryan** » Sun May 05, 2019 10:12 am

Rowan and Gutierrez

“Oh, thank you. See that, George?” Leslie chided the President as Gutierrez kissed her hand.

Rowan took it in stride. “All right, let’s see about getting some refreshments. Walk with us if you will, Excellency.”

“And I had heard about that…” Rowan said thoughtfully when the Foreign Minister mentioned the tech scandal. “San Carlo is one of Adiron’s trusted partners. Naturally if there is anything further to be done about the matter we will support your government’s efforts. I understood the matter is generally well in hand, though, as you said.”

“We’re both doing well, glad to be out of the cold. Winter started early this year and it’s just letting go. I guess San Carlo doesn’t have that problem,” Leslie said with a smile.

Fortner and Zattem

“Ah, this is Michelle Parker. We’ve been together about five years now,” Fortner said, looking at her fondly.

Michelle inclined her head but it clearly wasn’t exactly natural to her. “It’s nice to meet you, Excellency.”

“The Queen is a remarkable woman. Hon, you spent a bit of time with her, didn’t you?”

“I did, not long though. We talked about sustainable agriculture in Padan,” Michelle explained.

“Padan...say, Excellency,” he said thoughtfully, turning to Zattem. “Would you say our nations seem to be lining up more and more these days?”

Pendergast and Takeshi

“Dayton, nice to meet you. This is my wife Martha,” Pendergast said amiably, giving him a firm handshake as well.

Martha offered a somewhat delicate handshake. “A pleasure.”

“The end of south Cetan piracy can only mean good things for all the folks living down here, not to mention our own trade,” Pendergast said. “Of course it’s hardly the only thing we could be doing on trade. Too many Cornellian markets are fenced off, wouldn’t you agree?”

Shaw

Shaw had been gawking at the interior a bit more and noticed Tolstoy among the Edomites. Simms pointed him out, to which Shaw replied “Yeah I see the greasy punk over there.”

He had been just distracted enough by the Edomites’ greeting though that he didn’t notice the waitress approach until she offered drinks.

“What’s that—damn!” Shaw exclaimed as he saw her. He tried to make eye contact but eventually ended up staring off in another direction. “Uh sure, thanks sweetie.”

He seemed to recover partially and approached Lalery and Tolstoy’s group. “Nice welcome you got here,” he said with a grin.

by **Neue Regensburg** » Sun May 05, 2019 1:07 pm

New Edom wrote:The two beautiful young women, who were whispering to one another when they suddenly saw the two young men approaching, looking upon them with amusement and interest. “Oh, hello,” said Amelia. “May I present Princess Desdemona, one of the Queen-Empress’ cousins? I am her companion, the daughter of Admiral Hanneghan. How nice to meet you. ”

“Yes, how nice,” said Desdemona with a friendly but shy smile. “May I ask what units you serve with? Are you officially on duty?”

The each had a glass of champagne, and sipped almost in unison as they were waiting for replies from them. They looked at them, curious about how they were dresssed, and what they looked like.

Both gentlemen made another bow, short but respectful, and said "Your Highness, "after hearing the royal title of Princess Desdemona. He then shot a quick look to Damien, one that said something equivalent to, "This is going to be a good night." Damien's expression in response read much the same.

Damien spoke now, Michael having introduced them. "We serve in Kronstadt Platoon, Germania Company of the Royal Guard Battalion of His Majesty Peter IX. His orders are that we are here in a sort of reserve capacity. Edomite security has one of the most competent records in the region. If a disaster were to happen, we would act to get Princesses Sophia and Christina to safety, but excepting that remote improbability," he continued with a controlled but boyish smile, "We are free to enjoy the Gala."

Michael smiled at the girls. "It is a nice change of pace to be here for sure. We have relatively comfortable jobs compared to a few years ago, but we'd be in the middle of evening drills if we were home right now." Damien groaned a bit, and Michael laughed, adding "Much to Lieutenant Innenwelt's displeasure." The way he pronounced Damien's military title was playful and goofy, and Damien chuckled a bit. They looked at the two Edomite girls, wondering how they'd respond.

by **Orestea** » Sun May 05, 2019 2:40 pm

Senofonte D'Alessandro laughed and smiled joyously as Monica, one of the tall and beautiful volleyball players, took his hand and happily followed him out towards where the dancing was. He was more than happy to be treated like this, and in his own brand of diplomacy began right away to represent his country with the best of his abilities. Old, but not worn, he was a tall and sprightly man with an absence of fat on his body. D'Alessandro's expensive suit fluttered where it was designed to as he stepped about and danced with energy that at least let his much younger partner keep a rhythm, no need whatsoever to slow down for him. A football-player-turned-administrator, his footwork was at least impressive for his age, but especially as the drinks came back to him and he slowed to savor the champagne, it was clear that his mind was more on his dance partner and less on the technique -- he even shared his tall glass with her willingly, insisting that drinks tasted much better coming from another's cup.

With the formalities out of the way, his smile showed his pride at making the occasion jovial, and of course his love for a certain kind of sport.

"Ahh, okay, kinetically-nonperforming shells with matching ballistics would, uh, make sense... and working with your team is a big draw for any sport, really, any activity, but... uh..."

Aureliano Coccaro trailed off, his gaze slowly being stolen away towards the musicians and the people dancing nearby them. The look on his face was pricelessly annoyed, and he even sneered for a moment before catching himself. "Uh, well, you know," he stammered out, "we can't talk about sports all night. I don't really want to anymore, actually, uh... that's, uh, that's the president of our football association. Old guy with the moustache. Dancing with the, uh, you know -- them. Christ.

"Look, just in case I have to, you know, rein him in a little, can you humor me with a little more smalltalk? We didn't really get a comprehensive guest list, so, you know, I didn't have the liberty to do a lot of study on everyone here. You have a navy, so you must have some expansive coastline, and I infer things can be a little chilly where you are, right? Some of your group are quite stocky, the dress coat looks suitable, then, um, your, uh..." He gestured towards Fiona's small axe, dull, short, and obviously ceremonial -- but still an axe in a ballroom, and something Aureliano was trying to get used to. "Well, Orestea's never seen an inch of snow since it rose out of the sea during an Ice Age. We're an island and pretty arid, but the volcanic ranges catch a lot of clouds so we get our share of rain, I guess. What's it, uh, like having a bunch of timber and cold winters? I can't imagine the kinda problems ice causes."

by **The Selkie** » Sun May 05, 2019 3:41 pm

Lillorainen wrote:Indeed, Lutetii had turned out as quite capable of just being a peaceful neighbor of the Free Lands, which was, indeed, surprising - despite the fact they had disbanded their military in 1992 being well-known. Prior to that, they had been involved in the 1983 Great Vellenge War, which had already followed a history of messing with the Kyrenaians prior to and during the Decolonisation Wars. They had made a great step towards a peaceful, wine-exporting confederacy of city-states - surely not without trouble, like their crime syndicates, but at least not sending wooden boxes to neighboring countries anymore.
Stella Dorata had been rather peaceful during the last years, too, after a longer history of sending terrorists into the Federation, coming up with war rhetorics, and still technically occupying rightful Lillorainian soil. But they hadn't heard from them for quite some time now, and there was some movement there, too - namely, resistance groups forming, even equipped with MJR Rifles from Lillorainen. Yet, both the bosses of Morschenich-Jäckrath Systems Ltd., as well as the Federal Government denied any involvement in these exports.
It was yet to see, what would happen soon. It comes as it comes, as the proverb went.
Kolverath slightly blushed, but then had to grin in amusement about the term Marla had invented for a person's first errand as a diplomat. Flemming snorted, and Lindholm grinned, too, for the very same reason.
"I'm also very sure" - Flemming said, "that the young and wild ones amongst us will not only do wonderfully, too, but also bring some fresh wind into the Council. And, of course, a bit more action and high life into the Lillatorn!"
"The latter, of course, being a convenient side effect rather than our primary job!" - Kolverath interjected, which made Flemming snort again.
"Better believe, both are primary!" - he said.
Lindholm added, "What's definitely a primary goal is to ensure, that we all get the most suitable results out of both the creativeness of the younger generation and the experience of the ..." - he interrupted himself for a moment, then continued, "... less young generation combined. This goes for both the Council and the JAP. Old horses for young riders, old riders for young horses."
"What Holger intends to say" - explained Kolverath, "is that we consider the cooperation of old and young people especially fruitful - at least that's what he usually calls it when presenting work."
"What should I say, I like fruits ..."
Kolverath grinned. "That too."

Felicia Sciotóg of the Tribe of Monaghan.
"Indeed.", I replied with a nod, "Fruit is healthy and nutritious, so there is little not to like? Though, as children, we all disagreed to that and preferred sweets." There were a few nods, ironically enough most of which was from Finn. "But while we also preferred sweets, we also got taught by old horsemen... and, sometimes, taught them the odd trick as well."
"Sometimes.", Ava agreed with a nod, "Old and young are not mutually exclusive, though. An old man can be sprightly and have the stamina of a young man, while a young man can also be weary of the world and bitter. Bringing life to Lillatorn and into the lifes of its inhabitants can be maybe even more important then any good idea one might have." She smiled slightly. "We have the Cúramóiri for a reason. And that's not only to look pretty."
"Emphasis on 'not only'.", I reinforced with a smile, "Old and young are not polar opposites, but they can be found in anyone, be they Cúramóiri, Elder, Diplomat or..." I smiled. "...anyone really. I am not sure, where I heard this saying, but one is as old as one feels."

Orestea wrote:Senofonte D'Alessandro laughed and smiled joyously as Monica, one of the tall and beautiful volleyball players, took his hand and happily followed him out towards where the dancing was. He was more than happy to be treated like this, and in his own brand of diplomacy began right away to represent his country with the best of his abilities. Old, but not worn, he was a tall and sprightly man with an absence of fat on his body. D'Alessandro's expensive suit fluttered where it was designed to as he stepped about and danced with energy that at least let his much younger partner keep a rhythm, no need whatsoever to slow down for him. A football-player-turned-administrator, his footwork was at least impressive for his age, but especially as the drinks came back to him and he slowed to savor the champagne, it was clear that his mind was more on his dance partner and less on the technique -- he even shared his tall glass with her willingly, insisting that drinks tasted much better coming from another's cup.

With the formalities out of the way, his smile showed his pride at making the occasion jovial, and of course his love for a certain kind of sport.

"Ahh, okay, kinetically-nonperforming shells with matching ballistics would, uh, make sense... and working with your team is a big draw for any sport, really, any activity, but... uh..."

Aureliano Coccaro trailed off, his gaze slowly being stolen away towards the musicians and the people dancing nearby them. The look on his face was pricelessly annoyed, and he even sneered for a moment before catching himself. "Uh, well, you know," he stammered out, "we can't talk about sports all night. I don't really want to anymore, actually, uh... that's, uh, that's the president of our football association. Old guy with the moustache. Dancing with the, uh, you know -- them. Christ.

"Look, just in case I have to, you know, rein him in a little, can you humor me with a little more smalltalk? We didn't really get a comprehensive guest list, so, you know, I didn't have the liberty to do a lot of study on everyone here. You have a navy, so you must have some expansive coastline, and I infer things can be a little chilly where you are, right? Some of your group are quite stocky, the dress coat looks suitable, then, um, your, uh..." He gestured towards Fiona's small axe, dull, short, and obviously ceremonial -- but still an axe in a ballroom, and something Aureliano was trying to get used to. "Well, Orestea's never seen an inch of snow since it rose out of the sea during an Ice Age. We're an island and pretty arid, but the volcanic ranges catch a lot of clouds so we get our share of rain, I guess. What's it, uh, like having a bunch of timber and cold winters? I can't imagine the kinda problems ice causes."

Fiona Bláth of the Tribe of Wexford.
Me and Captain Fearg exchanged glances at the sneer towards the musicians and the man with the moustache. We, too, had a football associated, the Sraith, it's head being a boring, business-like mummy of an old sod, but that's not the point.
Aureliano was a professional diplomat and the old guy... behaved not very well or suitable for representation, his dancing was not too good either.
As he requested us to humour him with small talk so that he could keep an eye out on that man, we nodded. It would not hurt to be in his good books, for one thing, and he was only doing his mission, so helping him would not hurt us. Besides, I doubted that anyone but our gracious hosts had a complete guest list and they had not shared it, at least not to my knowledge.
His question made me think for a moment (and I had to push the term 'stocky' onto the Captains and especially Finn).
"Not as cold as you might imagine.", I said after a moment of thought, "Sure, our winters are cold, very cold even, but our summers are relatively mild. And you can use the timber to build houses and to light fires." I let a beat pass. "We also used them to built ships as we, too, are an island nation in the middle of nowhere. We used these ships to trade and to also wage war... or raids." It was a part of our history, after all, so let's not make many bones about it. It's in the past, though, so no danger from us! "Ice caused and causes a lot of problems, but worse are extreme winters like last one. Riverwood, that's a city in relatively central location, recorded seven metres of snow. In other parts of the country, it was so cold, that the Diesel of the Army's tanks sent to help turned into a gel. Quite a few areas were cut off from the world for a long time... and once the snow had melted, we had to fight floodings."
I shrugged.
"We got used to it.", I finished, "Though, that begs the question, how is it to live with volcanoes right around the corner? I mean, you said, that they catch the rainclouds so that you don't have to worry on that front, but... are they still active?"

by **Kaziimar** » Sun May 05, 2019 9:35 pm

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by **New Edom** » Mon May 06, 2019 1:00 am

Shaw and the Noviterans

“Oh, pleased to meet you all.” Setsuko said nodding to each one in turn. “Investment in rail lines….” He pondered this for a moment. “Well you can go old school and give the land on both sides for a certain amount of miles for whoever lays the track. But then they’ll end up planning a longer route. You should meet McCaffrey over there.” Setsuko pointed to the man who was chattering with Skewes. Both of them making energetic animated gestures to each other. “His fund is looking to invest in Arco infrastructure and other real estate. They’re cash heavy right now and looking for equity to buy. You could do a first right of refusal buy back agreement for a certain amount of years if you’re worried about keeping control. The Sadayori Group likes to flip their pipelines quick anyways. But if you want to sell bonds, certainly Skewes is the man to speak to. You already know him. Interest rates are going up down though so Gallows Street is moving away from fixed income.” He explained. “Anyways, if you’re looking for capital, lots of firms from my country are shopping to get more diversity in their growth funds.”

“An investment plan, perhaps public and private, might be best on the whole,” suggested Maccabee. “The rail will, after all, belong to the state.”

“And the state will as often as possible try to encourage private investment as part of its ongoing partnership,” said Lalery with a glance in her direction. “I believe your Minister agrees with me at leat in principle, Madame Director. You’re very kind as always, Mr. Setsuko, and I’d be honoured if you would introduce us to Mr. McCaffrey.”

“The key thing has got to be transport for development and infrastructure building purposes,” said Ahitophel, breaking a large prawn in two and nimbly sucking its midsection clean of a green substance that was baked there, before biting off the head and swallowing the tail neat as a parlour trick, not a drop of mess on his white kerchief.

Meanwhile, Shaw had been just distracted enough by the Edomites’ greeting though that he didn’t notice the waitress approach until she offered drinks.

“What’s that—damn!” Shaw exclaimed as he saw her. He tried to make eye contact but eventually ended up staring off in another direction. “Uh sure, thanks sweetie.”

He seemed to recover partially and approached Lalery and Tolstoy’s group. “Nice welcome you got here,” he said with a grin.

“Oh, my colleague,” said Tolstoy. “What a pleasant thing, to see you here. I think the hospitality here is positively ordinary for the House of Obed, eh, Count Lalery?”

“It is.” Lalery said.

“I’m sure you know most of these gentleman...and lady...by reputation at least,” said Tolstoy. “Confederate President Emmett Shaw, meet His Excellency Count Thomas Lalery, the Finance Minister of the Holy Empire of New Edom. Also, Mr. Setsuko, Director of Trade for the United Federation of Novitera. Miss Maccabee, the Edomite National Rail Director, and Mr. Ahitophel, Director of Trade for the National Petroleum Corporation.”

“In the presence of good company, I certainly will. But yes, I suppose that was impolitic.” Rackham replied with a sigh though did seem not entirely concerned and ready to put the mishap behind him.

“Well, will you be taking the Mayor’s advice and leaving me alone? Or perhaps you’ll be kind enough to stick around and give me some counsel on a matter I’m pondering, one officer to another?” He asked with a warm smile while taking seat at a nearby table. “I’ll pass you a good contact if you are looking for them.”

Wendt took a breath. “Captain, you’re a friendly man. I think a lot of Noviterans are friendly people. Let me give you this counsel at least: being friendly is not being a gentleman. A gentleman would not sit in the presence of a superior officer before she had sat.” she looked at him pointedly. “And you are not speaking merely one officer to another. You are speaking to a superior officer. Are you so casual to the point of rudeness in your own regiment?”

Neue Regensburg

Both gentlemen made another bow, short but respectful, and said "Your Highness, "after hearing the royal title of Princess Desdemona. He then shot a quick look to Damien. Damien's expression in response read much the same.

Damien spoke now, Michael having introduced them. "We serve in Kronstadt Platoon, Germania Company of the Royal Guard Battalion of His Majesty Peter IX. His orders are that we are here in a sort of reserve capacity. Edomite security has one of the most competent records in the region. If a disaster were to happen, we would act to get Princesses Sophia and Christina to safety, but excepting that remote improbability," he continued with a controlled but boyish smile, "We are free to enjoy the Gala."

“I see. Your family has rarely visited the Holy Empire, though I believe your Princess Christina visited Betharan Palace recently. We were not there and so we sadly missed the chance to meet her,” said Princess Desdemona.

Michael smiled at the girls. "It is a nice change of pace to be here for sure. We have relatively comfortable jobs compared to a few years ago, but we'd be in the middle of evening drills if we were home right now." Damien groaned a bit, and Michael laughed, adding "Much to Lieutenant Innenwelt's displeasure." The way he pronounced Damien's military title was playful and goofy, and Damien chuckled a bit. They looked at the two Edomite girls, wondering how they'd respond.

“Everyone has drills of some kind, I suppose. Soldiers must do military drills, I had to do gymnastics and swimming drills,” replied Amelia with a smile. “We were both at the Whitehaven Academy together, Desdemona and I.. But an evening of dancing and enjoyment await us.”

“Excuse me for asking, gentlemen,” said Princess Desdemona, “But I take it Prince is a title indicating membership in the royal family? Or is it not necessarily so in your country as in ours? For we have princes royal and noble alike. I am fumbling,” she giggled, “Towards asking if and how you are related to your king.”

by **Novitera** » Mon May 06, 2019 7:20 am

Noviterans

“Yes they are. But not because of us.” Takeshi replied plainly. “We’re confident the way forward is inevitable. It will only take time. After all, such policies are ultimately self-defeating.”

Dayton added. “If I may be blunt Mister Pendergast, I believe your country’s embargo with the Arbiters has very limited efficacy. My company and many others that sell finished goods to Adiron source parts from Arbiter factories.”

“I expect you’ll have difficulting finding parties that will pay to not own.” Setsuko said to Maccabee holding his palms out. “But I’m sure some different kind deal can be worked out.”

“Welcome President Shaw.” Said Setsuko at the man’s arrival.

Setsuko also called over McCaffrey who sauntered over with a big grin on his face. He took the time to introduce everyone to McCaffrey who seemed restless. “Oh, pleased to you all. Very pleased. Hajimemashite. Wonderful party. Honto ni sugoi. Good to get out of Avantine and be here!” McCaffrey said rapidly.

“Dean, they we were talking about rail line and perhaps other infrastructure investments.” Said Setsuko.

“Naruhodo. Sadayori Group has exited several pipelines and is shifting around its growth fund in anticipation of what’s going on in this part of the world. We’re cash heavy and looking for equity in Arco development projects. Infrastructure, housing, commercial, whatever.” McCaffrey explained.

“Miss Maccabee here says the rail will belong to the state unfortunately. But surely there’ll be other projects.” Said Setsuko to which McCaffrey waved a hand.

“If you’re worried about control, no need own. That’s exposure. We can structure the assets like a utility. Certain terms and ongoing oversight in the deal. Easy.” He said.

Rackham looked disappointed for a moment, weary of Wendt’s fussiness and afraid there would be no end to it if he stuck around. He quickly caught himself and forced out a smile. “You’re absolutely right.” He said slowly then stood. “You’ve given me much to think about. I should go do…well I should just go. Will you excuse me?” He asked politely, looking for her leave.

“Well, Miss Folais, the reason why I don’t, you see, is that we want to get along well with foreigners. But that only goes so far. In my home province of Peregrino, especially in the Western side of the island where we govern, many people are Edenists, only wearing clothing when required. The people here are prepared to die for their beliefs. While I have adopted rather international ways, it’s superficial. Clothing is merely a vanity. Wealth is a vanity, like a game, but a useful one. God is the true maker of nations, of life, of everything.”

Giselle laughed, thinking it all a joke but creatively told. A sort of well crafted sarcasm. Then she realized Folais was serious and remembered the kind of people she was talking to. "I'm sorry. I did not mean to...well, you have your beliefs and we have ours. Let's leave it at that." She said.

"Giselle still has much to learn about your country. Many of your beliefs are rather alien and difficult to grasp for a Noviteran. She means no disrespect." Folais explained trying to smooth things over.

He then smiled. “I’ll make sure that we save a nice swing beat for you, but waltzing is actually easier, you know. Just think of it like a box,” he took an imaginary partner in his arms, “And one two, three, one two three, that’s how it goes.”

"Hmm..." Giselle thought about it for a moment although seemed amused by his play dancing. "Certainly if this was a dance class. But there's still a chance I'll embarrass myself and I'm not so brave. I'll make a pledge to learn and we certainly can the next time fancy party." She said.

by **Ashab** » Mon May 06, 2019 7:21 am

Ashabis

“Yes, their old wineskins must be drained before they can be poured with new wine, and alas, at times, the process is hard, but necessary. Think of a soldier in boot camp, he does not learn by mere gentleness and reason, but by rough treatment he endures to his good,” said Unwerth.

“Preaching to the choir my friend.” Said Zaher who put out his cigar on a nearby ashtray. “That may not be a bad idea actually. Extend conscription to those louts. A stint in the military may just be what it takes to motivate them.”

“In any case, it is good to speak to you General Unwerth. You have given me much to think on and I pray I have done the same. As for now, I have yet to get a bite to eat.” Zaher patted his belly again.

by **Republica De Gran Chaco** » Mon May 06, 2019 10:17 am

Novitera

"Infrastructure, yes. Energy is a concern of ours. We'll need to build coal plants. Geothermal for those islands with enough volcanic activity. Our man McCaffrey will talk to Perez. His private equity fund is in the process of exiting several pipelines to gather the capital. We're anxious to get people on the ground to start surveying and laying out the groundwork soon as well." Douglas explained and took a sip of his wine. "Our firms will be able to purchase some resource rich acres? Royalty contracts will be made of course." Asked Douglas.

“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?”

"Ice." Armstrong repeated. "Ice. Ice. Ice. Thank you but nah, no need. Nessan! Any lager?" He called out again to a passing waitress. The millet beer she brought disappointed Armstrong but he began to drink it anyways.

Tomlin was bobbing his head to the music. "Fleet Command has decided that Admiral Armstrong and I will take turns running fleets through the theater. Mainly Battle Groups 4 and 6 from the 4th and 5th fleet respectively. So we thought it we should introduce ourselves. Hajimemashite General." He interjected then began to snap his fingers and move his feet side to side.

"Destroyers and frigates. Navy has too few carriers. If only we had more. Chaco base is too far. The Admiralty wants submarines. Building them in Folkport now. Submarines, submarines, submarines. I say surface warships but they don't listen. More versatile." Nagasada explained talking more and more rapidly as he did.

Armstrong who was already halfway through his beer joined the conversation again. "I'm looking forward to running an exercise. But Nagasada is right, no carriers. No carriers, no AWACs, no maritime reconnaissance birds. Nothing in range for Arcologia. Warui. We need a strip to launch our P-8s from but where? We should talk to our governments. Otherwise all targeting must come from you. Well, we have our sneaky submarines. Sneaky, sneaky."

Tomas was a bit befuddled at the plans spilling out before him, he had not heard any of this from the defense ministry yet, though he had suspected that it would be coming eventually, “Yes, that would probably be a good overall strategy, for training, and showing the region our alliance. Also, with the current situation that seems to be unrolling before us in Arbites, it would be best to have a position or readiness and strength along our lines of defense. There is no way to tell what they will have in mind, now that there has been an apparent coup.”

Tomas took another drink of his water, “Are you gentlemen ok?”

Nueu Regensburg

Bryan led Sophia over to the floor in front of the band. He gave his empty glass over to a serving boy and took her by the hand and headed out. He found a place next to the group of old creeps and volley ball players. Bryan began stepping, leading her in the left, right, back of a basic swing steps, “I was never one to dance really, but I remember we had to learn different dances in school. Swing was a fun one, but I always got yelled at by the teacher for flipping the girls around. They just wanted us to do that basic spin thing.”

New Columbia

"Erm, yes..." He replied after some speculation, his brow furrowed in thought, "There is something of an offensive going on against our enemies in the Northern Desert. They've entrenched themselves rather well unfortunately and we've run into some difficulty." Eager to turn the truth, which was that his offensive had come to a grinding halt, into a positive, Laurenstowe added, "But they are not cut out for conventional fighting and I'm glad to say that hammer and anvil tactics will see the end of resistance and its early days yet." A grin crept across his face as he got engrossed, he held his hands out, gesturing with his palms and fists to emphasise his points. "Our own forces are pressing against the enemy's front but our native allies are well placed to punch into their flank or rear.

Garcia listened to what the Governor-General was saying about the position and the campaigns against the rebels, “That’s good, that the offensive is working out. The stall will cost you in attrition casualties though. Truthfully, I tell you I do think it a bit short sided to trust in so many independent Indian allies. Do you have a plan to formally incorporate them in the Columbian forces or is it policy to let them run wild until they turn the guns on you?”

"lacking in heavy equipment and aerial support. It is incredibly hard to move tanks and guns to the deserts and steppes of the inner provinces so we have to rely on infantry and mounted cavalry."

“My goodness, that is a concern. How are you supplying your forces then? By mule train? It must be a terrible slog. Well, let us know if you want some support against them. We can send some a Super Tucano squadron and a company of CH-47s. Should change the game immediately. I had no idea the infrastructure was so under developed there. Or we could offer some logistics advisors so you can get fuel to run some vehicles. Let me know, we’d me more than happy to help. Security in Ayaca is a number one concern.” Garcia said.

New Edom

“Goodness, it sounds very involving. They sound like awful people...the...what do you call them? Indios?” said Camilla.

“Well, informally we just refer to them as Indys. Its just a nickname really for Indigenous Peoples, which is a bit of an antiquated term, since we are also native to Chaco now. I’m not really sure what we could call the savages form Arcologia though. I guess we think of them as different then our own Indys, but they are very rough people. At least our locals have an example of what they could be set before them, these souls have been left alone to wallow in their own ignorance.

“Well it’s very kind of you to say, sir,” said Count Uzziah Sharra with a smile. “I’m afraid I do not yet have the benefit of your experience, but I do my best to learn.”

“You have a good job in the Regiment, Uzzy,” said his sister in a friendly way. “What was it again?”

The young count’s smile vanished. “Orderly Officer. Which is about families and personal concerns, that sort of thing. Every soldier wanting extended leave or wife wanting to know if she’ll be permitted to bbe in the garrison is my job.”

Jaime smiled, “Everyone has to put in their dues. Staff experience will do you good, whenever you reach command. It helps you understand the unglamorous side that keeps morale high, and the beans, bullets, and bandages flowing. I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but just try to make contacts, and learn how every one’s job works, while you have the chance.”

Camilla said, “Oh, I think Papa does, yes. He’s actually...well he doesn’t complain but I think he’s very tired, he’s been Minister of the Interior for years now, and President of the Council means he has to chair all the council’s meetings and organize the agenda so that the Monarchs will be well advised. Then there was all this headache over those protests, and all those countries wagging the finger, it stressed poor Papa out a lot. Anyway, he’s home. Mama is here though, I’ll make sure to present you.”

“That’s too bad. I hope that he is in this position because he is the right man for the job at the right time. Then it will be worth it to the people in the end. I hope he finds some peace for a moment, not being here with everyone. I don’t understand the point of people complaining about all that. It was a minor story in Chaco, you had to look for it, just a riot in Fineberg, but then came the news about the international backlash, I couldn’t figure it out, but so many nations like to talk big about human rights, but don’t actually have to deal with the rough side of life. Anyways, I would love to see your mother, I met her briefly during the Queen-Empresses birthday.” Jaime said.

by **Hamidiye** » Mon May 06, 2019 10:19 am

Hamidiye

"Hamid Ghazi" was an old ship, that much was obvious, as she laborously entered the harbor. Belching greasy brown coal-smoke, staining her own white boardside, the ancient armored cruiser that served as the imperial yacht entered Cabazon Beach harbor. below deck his Imperial Highness the crown prince of the Hamidi Imperium was meanwhile vomiting profusely, taking care not to stain the traditionsl (and most umcomfortable) uniform of the Empire. "Damn this bucket, even in the harbow... *hruarllpp*"
Ibrahim Pasha knocked on the door: "Your Imperial majesty it is time. Try to look the part now, wee're about to make fast in enemy territory, hehe." "I'll be right there... *borps*"

First the guard of honour descended the gangway and took positions along the quay, halberds and epaulettes gleaming, red fezzes and black tunics shining in the sun. Then the band descended, assembled laborously and finally started thumping out the Adnan Özdeniz Marşı. While an oldfashioned motorcar was onloaded onto the pier, Abdülkadir and Ibrahim Pasha, both looking very much like the Foreign minister and heir of the Hamidi Imperium, descended the gangway. "Let's see what the kaffirs make of us" whispered Ibrahim pasha, displaying the same fake smile he always did. The crown prince meanwhile was just glad to be back on solid ground, he remembered hios fathers wordfs about embarassing the nation at his own peril. Mustafa VI. had more than one son after all.

by **Republica de San Carlo** » Mon May 06, 2019 11:13 am

“Oh, thank you. See that, George?” Leslie chided the President as Gutierrez kissed her hand.

Rowan took it in stride. “All right, let’s see about getting some refreshments. Walk with us if you will, Excellency.”

Gutierrez had to remind himself that Adiron was a nation without formalities, and that a gesture such as the kiss of a hand was alien to even their highest class. He kept his feelings on the matter to himself, and walked with the president. There was work to do.

“And I had heard about that…” Rowan said thoughtfully when the Foreign Minister mentioned the tech scandal. “San Carlo is one of Adiron’s trusted partners. Naturally if there is anything further to be done about the matter we will support your government’s efforts. I understood the matter is generally well in hand, though, as you said.”

“Thank you for your sediments, and your support, hopefully we can handle this in house, but it is comforting to know that Adiron still thinks of us.” Gutierrez said.

“We’re both doing well, glad to be out of the cold. Winter started early this year and it’s just letting go. I guess San Carlo doesn’t have that problem,” Leslie said with a smile.

“No, Mr. President, San Carlo is quite pleasant, except during the rainy season. But at least we do not have to deal with freezing conditions.” Gutierrez changed the subject, “Speaking of freezing conditions, we are watching the current situation in Arbites with some concern. Tell me sir, what are your thoughts on the matter?”

by **Lillorainen** » Mon May 06, 2019 2:16 pm

While Flemming, Kolverath, and Lindholm were talking to the Selkie-Delegation and Ole Klingebiel had approached Comtessa Frederike, the remaining part of the Lillorainian delegation had sat down, finished the food they had gotten themselves at the buffet, and now enjoyed some of the cocktails offered, most of which they never had heard of.
Of course, all within reasonable bounds - they were not here to get themselves drunk.
"Where our colleagues may have been stuck in?" - Emmerich Marscheid wondered. He had to turn on his chair to look into the room.
"I spot Ole talking to the charming lady over there" - Friedhelm Marquardt, the Foreign Minister, who had a distinct advantage due to sitting in front of his colleague from the Ministry of Commerce, said.
"And Silas, Holger, and Sylvia seem to have found the Selkie-Delegation" - noticed Brunhilde Lövenich and had a sip of her cocktail. "Damn, whatever this is what I'm having - it's delicious!"
"As is this" - Annika Seelscheid said between two sips. "I must admit, that they do have taste in here, even if one's used to beer, mead, and apple wine! At least for me."
Marquardt grinned. "You should have entered the Foreign Office in lieu of becoming Speaker of the Council!" - he said. "Then you would be way more used to travelling around and testing exotic tastes."
"Possibly."

Flemming, Kolverath, and Lindholm all had nodded in agreement. Despite their family backgrounds were almost as different as the ones of Flemming, Razia-Sultana, and Ronny the Crane Driver, all three Lillorainian politicians had something distinct in common: most of the pocket money had been spent on sweets.
They tried to hide a grin at a certain point, but the Selkie would certainly see it.
Ava threw an important and absolutely correct point into round, which caused the three to turn serious and nod again. Indeed, old and young were not only suitable in combination, but also not necessarily thinking and acting acccording to their respective clichés.
Flemming nodded. "Indeed, it's the same with us - there are both old and young in the Council, in the Chamber of States, in the legislatures of the states, in the executive floors of our most prospering companies, and so on. Aside from that, said proverb is quite not seldomly heard of in our parts, and it's true - some are in their mid-twenties and have already had enough of the sorrows and needs of the world, and some are way beyond seventy and still have endurance, power, and the willingness to try something new."
"For example MMC Thorsten Rydeved" - Kolverath added, "as old as a tree and yet willing to switch positions." She let a beat pass. "On tax code reforms, on development plans, on environmental issues ... and on security issues."
"Starting with our own" - Lindholm said. "Like on the State Party Convention in Preetz in Rigesöer - these are always the most delightful ones, possibly thanks to the Löper units, roughly their local equivalent of the Cúramóiri."
"And guess who enjoyed the entertainment provided by a Löperdeern most!" - Kolverath said, motioning to Lindholm.
The Löper, meaning 'runner' in the local variant of Low German, were a local paramilitary security force subject to the State of Rigesöer with a tradition centuries older than the state itself. Located in the City of Preetz, they had started off in the 1180s as a kind of postal service for the city; securing the Trade Route following the South Shore of Elverholm, all the way from Preetz to Fehlingen. They had outposts in regular intervals along the road - not uncommon for the Trade Routes back then. What was unique in the Islands was, that the Löper had indeed to run, from one outpost to another, passing information on to the next one, who ran on to the next one, and so on, quite similar to relay racers. This had been the most efficient way to send messages along this route, due to the road being too mountainous and curvy for fast horseriders. Especially when it had been about passing spicy and secret information on - which was why they didn't only have to know how to defend themselves, but also to be trustworthy.
This had gone on like this for centuries, during the entire existence of the Storöer League, which Preetz had been one of the most important member cities of. Whereas this method had been rendered outdated in the 19th century, the unit itself had remained as a mixture of fast fighters and a secret police, being a part of the Town Patrol limited to Preetz, despite not being a city-state anymore. Entering the modern era, they got equipped with modern arms and were trained as a special force in order to maintain security during important events in the city, such as national and international conventions. Some wore uniform, but most were in civvies, often disguised as joggers or employees of local establishments. Running and shooting fast was, of course, the core element of their training.
The Trade Route had always been known as Löperstraat, which was also an unofficial name of the Federal Highway A6, which connected the entire South Shore following almost the same route.
A Löper was referred to as Löperjong, when male, or Löperdeern, when female.
Lindholm grinned. "Well, they aren't there just for fun, either!" - he said. "They serve an important function in providing security."
"And where exactly did you need extra security in the inn?"
He shrugged. "One never knows, what sort of bad guys may hide under the bed or behind the shower curtain."

by **New Edom** » Mon May 06, 2019 8:30 pm

Chaco

“Well, informally we just refer to them as Indys. Its just a nickname really for Indigenous Peoples, which is a bit of an antiquated term, since we are also native to Chaco now. I’m not really sure what we could call the savages form Arcologia though. I guess we think of them as different then our own Indys, but they are very rough people. At least our locals have an example of what they could be set before them, these souls have been left alone to wallow in their own ignorance.

“Yes, that is what I had heard, that the Arcologians, the Cetian ones, didn’t really provide much education or direction, just robbed them and used them as slaves or ignored them.” she lowered her voice. “I find that the Cetians are a bit of a crude people, like Noviterans, all they seem to care about is naked power and money. No sense of culture, religion other than Magism, and no sense of responsibility.”

In response to Count Uzziah, Jaime smiled, “Everyone has to put in their dues. Staff experience will do you good, whenever you reach command. It helps you understand the unglamorous side that keeps morale high, and the beans, bullets, and bandages flowing. I know this probably isn’t what you want to hear, but just try to make contacts, and learn how every one’s job works, while you have the chance.”

Uzziah bliniked. “I suppose so, sir. I hadn’t thought of it that way.” He did however vaguely recall the Headquarters Company Commander chiding him about his grumbling in the officer’s mess about it and thought at the time that the man had just wanted him to keep it to himself and do his duty. He had felt chastened and mostly frustrated because he had not imagined a superior officer was overhearing him talking to brother officers of his own rank. “Well, that’s very kind of you to say.”

As they spoke of Count Sharra’s appointment to President of the Council of Ministers, “That’s too bad. I hope that he is in this position because he is the right man for the job at the right time. Then it will be worth it to the people in the end. I hope he finds some peace for a moment, not being here with everyone. I don’t understand the point of people complaining about all that. It was a minor story in Chaco, you had to look for it, just a riot in Fineberg, but then came the news about the international backlash, I couldn’t figure it out, but so many nations like to talk big about human rights, but don’t actually have to deal with the rough side of life. Anyways, I would love to see your mother, I met her briefly during the Queen-Empresses birthday.” Jaime said.

“I think that the public inquiry served its purpose,” said Camilla. “Why, you should have seen Colonel Weber and Count falk testifying, it took the wind out of the sails of those damn…” she blushed, “I beg your pardon, Colonel.” she put a h and over her mouth. “I mean those awful liberals. All they ever do is complain! Anyway those two officers, they cut such fine figures before the magistrates, they were so noble and calm and so honourable, everyone I am sure could see that they did their duty to the best of their ability. And Colonel Weber, he was so badly wounded during the Second Civil War, I hear..” she lowered her voice, “He can barely eat anything, he was hit in the guts., you see, and apparently he can barely eat anything more than the blandest food…”

“Oh hello, Count, Countess….I don’t believe we have been introduced, sir,” said a striking young man with rich thick but neatly cut dark hair, wearing a similar uniform to Uzziah Sharra but with a full row of medals. He was carrying a champagne flute. “I heard a few famous names mentioned, do excuse the interruption>’

“Oh, Colonel Ramirez,” said Camilla with a delighted smile, “Please let me introduce a dear friend of our family. This is Lieutenant Malachi Unwerth, also with the Royal Cavalry Guards. He was with his squadron here and they helped bring peace to this part of the Empire. Mal, this is Colonel Jaime Ramirez, from the Chaco Marine...Landing Regiment.”

“I do hope I’m not interrupting anything, sir,” said Unwerth with a smile, bowing.

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