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A staging-point for declarations of war and other major diplomatic events. [In character]
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Postby OMGeverynameistaken » Tue Jul 19, 2011 2:23 pm

The Forbidden City, The Empire of the Great Ming
The Hall of Military Victory

The Hall of Military Victory, like most of the Forbidden City's many structures, had gone through many changes over the years. First it had been the Imperial residence of the Ming Emperors, then a library, being converted into an army gallery by the Communist regime of the 20th century, it resumed its function as Imperial residence thereafter until the fall of the Tao dynasty, becoming a barracks for the Forbidden Guard.

The new Hongxi Emperor had determined that the Forbidden Guard did not require palatial accouterments for each and every one of its members and had relocated them to the gate barracks, a move which was met with some grumbling but little other noise. Most of the new Forbidden Guard had not had time to get used to such pleasures and had been rather out of sorts in the grand hall. As they left, the construction taking place made it clear that something of a transformation was occurring.

China was a state poor in industry, but over the years its treasury had grown fat. Each year, it exported millions of pieces of ceramic, painted screens, silk clothes and other works of art to the rest of the world, its philosophers were widely approved and in heavy of by the more eccentric sort of nobility in many nations. And, of course, there was tea. Not even all the tea of India could satisfy the British lust for the leaf, and China was happy to supply their addiction. With little to spend the money on, it had simply accumulated, the only major depletion occurring during the War of Justice, when vast indemnities had been paid to the English, but the government had kept the majority of their vast hoard hidden from the eyes of the Barbarians, with many a minister seeking to dip into it for his own expenses, but even these could barely dent the great sea of silver.

Now, it was being put to use.

The Hongxi Emperor himself stood in the new Hall of Divine Order, presently rather ugly in terms of aesthetics, but wonderfully laid out if you happened to want to oversee a military, something the previous Emperors had often neglected in their works. Bare walls of wood, currently being lacquered red, surrounded a tiled floor on which stood the various pieces of machinery imported from the West, projection displays for showing military movements, a communications device for speaking to all of the army commanders at once, a database containing information on the last reported state of supply of each of the armies. It was wonderful.

"And this," the Emperor set his hand on another piece of equipment, "will allow us to coordinate information between the Army and the Navy in realtime, essential for the proper conducting of orbital landings. And it is fully automatic, I am told. Truly a wonder."

The unfortunate construction workers in the room were all clearly having some difficulty in moving around. Although this was progress from weeks previous when all movement halted as soon as the Emperor entered a room. He had spent a full hour haranguing the peasants until some of the kinder officials had stepped forward and explained that the Emperor wished for them to continue their work and that there would be no consequences for doing so. Several previous Emperors had put out the eyes of any peasant unfortunate enough to look upon the Son of Heaven.

The reaction of the officers and generals behind the Emperor was mixed. Many of the newer, younger, officers were openly fascinated, while several of the older ones, creatures of the previous Empress who had not yet been retired, were clearly skeptical, despite all of their approving noises. Yi Pan and his cadre were, sadly, busy with the similar preparations in the Hall of Tigers, the army's command center within the larger hall. It would have been nice to have him here in order to explain some of these items in military terms.

"Of course," One of the older generals stepped forward, "And while I would not question the divine will of Your Majesty, I would ask...Does it not impinge upon the honor of our officers to have to respond to the orders of men from other branches of your divine military? Would it not be best to allow them to act on their own?"

The Emperor frowned, then took a breath before speaking, "General Ma, honor and glory are achieved through victory, and while I am but a humble Emperor, not skilled in the military arts, I must admit that it seems to me that forces cooperating and acting in a coordinated fashion, are more likely to achieve victory than ones in competition. Any sane officer would no doubt much rather have a continuous supply of half-shares of honor than no honor at all, or one full share every decade or so." He frowned again and removed his cap to scratch behind an ear, observing with annoyance as the entire cadre followed suit.

"Of course, your majesty." Ma, hat in hand, was obviously still unhappy, "But...your majesty is making many changes..." The man was speaking slowly, apparently aware that he was on thin ice now, "And it has made many...Nervous. China is always victorious in the end, so why should we follow the ways of the barbarians? Their strange uniforms and 'mass production' and other foolishness only serve to show their true weakness in the long run, whereas China is always strong, and endures through the ages because we do not rush madly to change as the Westerners do."

"If you would recall, General Ma, the events of the War of Justice. A hundred million Chinese soldiers died in the Himalayas, and that was the successful part of the operation. Our military is terrible, General. You will accept that or you will not be a part of it. Further, you will assist in rectifying that problem, or you will find an alternative career." The Emperor's face had darkened, "Gentlemen, other duties call me. I will retire."

He frowned once more as the entire room went to their knees, kowtowing, while chorusing, "Good afternoon, your majesty!"

"Yes, yes." He put one hand to his forehead, as if that might stave off the headache he felt. He was sure that the officials were planning to assassinate him slowly, by means of blood pressure.

---

Later that evening, once General Yi's own tour was concluded, he found himself summoned to the Imperial Person, a process which involved passing through twelve doors all with their own different associated ceremonies. Although the final three doors, through which the Emperor frequently passed, were manned by officials who expedited the ceremonies to the degree that it essentially consisted of them mumbling the words as fast as they could before scrambling to allow passage.

Yi smiled. The Emperor was very slowly, but surely, affecting change to the Forbidden City.

Within the Outer Tea Chamber, where the Emperor was permitted to receive non-royal guests. Yi bowed to the Emperor, in the European fashion, knowing that he preferred it to the kowtow on informal occasions, "Your majesty."

"General, a pleasure as always." The Emperor gestured to the cushion across the low table from himself, "Sit down Yi, and skip the rest of it. I have had enough meaningless formality for the day."

Yi sat, "I take it, then, that your meeting with the rest of the military staff went as...expected."

"Oh, indeed. The ones we put in place are eager enough, but the old guard, the ones with experience, don't like it. You'll have a tough time getting them to listen." A servant appeared as the Emperor spoke and proceeded to fill their cups. Neither man paid her any particular attention.

"We are asking them to make a large leap, your majesty. Most of them still think it is the 2,500's when the Tao dominated world politics and achieved some measure of respect." The general took a deep draft from his cup after he spoke. His day had not gone any differently than the Emperor's.

The Emperor held his cup halfway to his lips. Apparently some thought had struck him, which often left him in this state. Slowly, he set the cup down. "Yi, I have had a thought."

"Your majesty?"

"The Spaniards fight enemies equipped much as our army is every day. As do the Russians. And the Germans are well famed for their discipline and drill, something that will no doubt impress our friends in the army. The French..." The Emperor frowned "Well, I doubt they would consent to allow us to see anything of importance...But perhaps the Scottish are an alternative there."

Yi nodded, "Indeed, your majesty, but I doubt they will send men to train our soldiers...At least not at a reasonable rate of pay."

"Certainly not, we are, after all, 'slanty eyed primitive barbarians.' No...I propose that we send men to them. General Ma and his sort can go see personally the effect of European methods against our own, or methods similar to ours, from the European side. Not from some bunker here in the Forbidden City. And I will expressly command them to learn from the experience. Hopefully that will have some effect. Perhaps we will be lucky and the Europeans will consent to an exchange. Getting a few of their officers over here anyway." The Emperor drew the cup to his lips at last and drank.

"It...Could work. Although many will still be...Reticent. Particularly about having to leave China, your majesty."

"Let them be reticent! It is about time the people of this country learned that while we are the Middle Kingdom, there need to be other kingdoms for us to be in the middle OF. Our borders are not the borders of the world, dammit!" The Emperor set his cup down rather hard, splashing a measure of tea onto the table. The servant rematerialized and set about mopping the mess up with a towel.

"Many could stand to learn that, your majesty." Yi smiled slightly, "I will make preparations for such visits at once."

---

To Kaiser Hohenzollern of the Germans
From General Yi Pan, General of the Eastern Garrisoning Army


Most Respectful Greetings,

I write to you representing His Imperial Majesty the Hongxi Emperor on the matter of a potential exchange of officers between our nations.

Many in the Chinese military are reluctant to take up modern arms, and, after some discussion, it has been determined that they require a personal education in such matters and, of course, We hope that the famed discipline of the German army will be instilled in them to some degree. If you would be willing to accept these officers we would be most pleased to accept some of your own in exchange, and provide them with all they require while they stay in China where, we can assure you, they will not be learning of how to employ ancient tanks in combat.

While our nations have had little contact in the previous years, we see this as a great opportunity for cultural exchange between our states, allowing our officers to learn of the world beyond China, while your own learn of our country.

Enclosed is a list of officers of varying ranks that we wish to dispatch, consisting of 100 officers in total, ranging from ranks equivalent to colonel to 2nd lieutenant. The Emperor wishes me to add that, if these dealings go well, that he would give strong consideration to Krupp and other German manufacturers when the Great Ming begins to purchase more modern arms for its new armies.

Signed,
General Yi Pan

(Signed)

To Tsar Tatiana of the Russians
From General Yi Pan, General of the Eastern Garrisoning Army


Most Respectful Greetings,

I write to you representing His Imperial Majesty the Hongxi Emperor on the matter of a potential exchange of officers between our nations.

As you may know, many in our army are reluctant to take up modern weapons and assume using modern tactics, much as the Russian army was at the start of your own war with the Germans. We hope that, in that spirit, you might assist a country with a similar issue.

While Russia and China are seldom friendly on the political stage, China has always been closer to Russia than any other European nation, and despite the occasional skirmishing, it was the Russian Tsarina Anastasia, who is still seen as a great hero in China, who liberated us from the grasp of Communism. And it is, of course, the hope of all of China that your own reign is as long and prosperous as hers.

Enclosed is a list of officers of varying ranks that we wish to dispatch, consisting of 100 officers in total, ranging from ranks equivalent to colonel to 2nd lieutenant. If you are willing to accept these officiers, we would be glad to accept a similar number into our own military. And, if these dealings are successful, the Emperor has stated that he would give strong consideration to Russian contracts when we begin to purchase modern weapons for our forces.

Signed,
General Yi Pan

(Signed)

---

To Kaiser Hohenzollern of the Germans
From General Yi Pan, General of the Eastern Garrisoning Army


Most Respectful Greetings,

I write to you representing His Imperial Majesty the Hongxi Emperor on the matter of a potential exchange of officers between our nations.

Many in the Chinese military are reluctant to take up modern arms, and, after some discussion, it has been determined that they require a personal education in such matters and, of course, We hope that the famed discipline of the German army will be instilled in them to some degree. If you would be willing to accept these officers we would be most pleased to accept some of your own in exchange, and provide them with all they require while they stay in China where, we can assure you, they will not be learning of how to employ ancient tanks in combat.

While our nations have had little contact in the previous years, we see this as a great opportunity for cultural exchange between our states, allowing our officers to learn of the world beyond China, while your own learn of our country.

Enclosed is a list of officers of varying ranks that we wish to dispatch, consisting of 100 officers in total, ranging from ranks equivalent to colonel to 2nd lieutenant.

Signed,
General Yi Pan

(Signed)

---

To Queen Isabella of Spain
From General Yi Pan, General of the Eastern Garrisoning Army


Most Respectful Greetings,

I write to you representing His Imperial Majesty the Hongxi Emperor on the matter of a potential exchange of officers between our nations.

The martial prowess of the Spaniards against our mutual foe, the hated Muslims, is well known in China. Of course, unfortunately, many of our own men are unwilling to take up the modern arms and employ the modern tactics which would permit us to defeat the hordes of uncivilized barbarians which seek to sweep across our Western border.

It is the hope of His Imperial Majesty that you would consent to an exchange of officers between our nations, that we might learn the tactics the Spaniards employ in their stand against the green tide, that we might employ them to weaken that foe to your east.

I have enclosed a list of 100 officers of varying rank which we wish to send to your military as observers. If you so wish, we would be pleased to accept 100 of your own officers. My Emperor has also stated that, if you accept this, he will take the opportunity to arrange a meeting with one of your missionaries, and that should this meeting go well he may permit the entry of further such missionaries into China to preach their religion.

Signed,
General Yi Pan

(Signed)
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Postby Solar Castile » Tue Jul 19, 2011 8:51 pm

The Third Spanish Empire of Castile
Madrid - Espana


"I do not advise laughing at them." The King of Aragon spoke evenly; Spaniards were odd for Europeans, after all. Not quite European, not quite African; a sort of outcast that had to consistently prove themselves against enemy and ally alike; especially those murdering bastards to the south in Morocco...

"I didn't laugh at the last one..." Isabella said with a tone of neutrality as she flicked at her nails. The three monarchs were alone for a change the small room serving as a bastion of single thought from the three most powerful people in the Spanish Empire. It was a simple set up, no thrones or office like spaces; just a fireplace and three plush chairs with a small table in the center for the three tall glasses of wine directly from the finest of Frankish vineyards.

"No, you watched as she floundered and died." The King of Leon lightly said; his dark beady appearnce odd among the two regal; beautiful monarchs. "You, who could've done better for them watched them die."

"I-" Isabella cut herself off, falling silent before she stared at her fellow. "I choose to live, than to incite the wrath of Charles Martel."

The King snorted darkly. "Do what is right, because it is right. It is better to stand and die for what is right than it is to live in cowardice because you are afraid."

"You're not exactly a knight, Your Majesty." the King of Aragon interrupted as he lifted his glass from the table. "You who speak of morality whilst you hid in your high mountain fortress while the Moors erupted against us. Who stood then in bravery? My grandsire; and Her Majesty's noble grandsire; our armies took to the fields, our men died while your houses hid with you."

"I knew better than to challenge the tides of history."

"Yet you challenge them now?"

"China is our business. We could change them, remake them to become a power that could shake the foundations of this world."

Isabella interrupted then. "Which is what frightens me. Seven billion religious zealots that are worse in their never ending loyalty to their living God than the Muslims will ever be to their Heathen. If we strengthen them; they will take what we give them and use it against us. They will swat at us like a great fly and you want us to turn them into a wasp."

"They are the rulers of Asia. From Mongolia to Gobei down to the very fringes of Siam. Simply because of Frankish Incursion you cannot expect us to not do anything! They would be an infinitely valuable ally against Russia; The Moors, even France when the time comes."

The room fell into a pregnant silence as Leon finished his small speech; Isabella sucked in a breath, listening heavily..."Those words, are treason."

"My kingdom, my empire. It is Spain; my loyalty lays with your house. I do not fear Martel the so called Hammer whose hammer is proving more and more useless these days."

"Your Majesty." Isabella's voice went low as she turned her head to him; dark locks framing her lovely face. "Charles Martel is more a threat to this kingdom and empire than the Moors will ever be." She smiled slightly. "Thusly, we keep him at all times within our good graces; and us within his. Do you presume that helping the Chinese; the people who have literally declared his empire the blood enemy of their people for the next thousand generations, would do that?"

"Because to do otherwise would doom them to going extinct. Their culture and history a great annal to our world will go silent and dark. Because of you; Isabella, Empress of the Spanish Empire and Queen of Castile; would you, the good catholic woman leave a man to die? Does God not tell us to help one another?"

The monarchs all collectively sighed; the hour was getting later and conversation getting nowhere-er. "Very well." Isabella finally said after a half hour of continuous silence. "Send the Emperor of China his goddamn officers. Do we have any one subpar?"

"No, this is the Spanish Army; we're not as good as the Prussians but we're rather proud of our officers." The King of Aragon said.

"Well...Send them someone. The irony! The Knight lifting the Dragon' didn't we used to slay those damn things?"


Communication of the Third Spanish Empire


To one: General Yi Pan
From: His Royal Majesty the King of Aragon - Edgardo Clemente Sala de Aragon
Concerning: Officer's Exchange

The Spanish Empire is not an epitome of 'moderness' as it would seem. You are sorely misinformed; however Her Majesty the Empress as well as myself and the King of Leon have all agreed that we can do nothing but benefit from assisting the Chinese Empire in the drilling of it's armies. An exchange of officers can be done at His Majesty; the Emperor of China's discretion; of whom I expect the next letter from personally and not a general or secretary.

Sincerely,
Edgardo Celemente Sala de Aragon - King of Aragon
(signed)
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Sagrado la Terria Imperio

Her Imperial Majesty the Empress of the Terran Empire - Isabella XV

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20:27 Naacal If you smash the balls, silence the interferometers and Lindemann guns....two last interferometers power up...
20:28 Naacal And cross their energy fields over the planet itself...or maybe the STAR...
20:29 Naacal Because if you take this system down, it means Earth and Germany have fallen.... and our last act will be to drag the alien bastards with us into oblivion..
20:29 Estainia Indeed...
20:29 Naacal "When you get to Hell...tell them HOUSE HOHENZOLLERN SENT YOU!"

That people...Is German Dignity at it's goddamn finest.

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Postby OMGeverynameistaken » Wed Jul 20, 2011 10:28 pm

The Forbidden City, The Empire of the Great Ming
The Hall of Military Victory

General Yi could not help but smile as he read the Spaniards reply, particularly as he imagined the previous Empress' reply to it. No doubt a demand to the Spaniard's empress for the man's head for the effrontery to demand that she write back to him personally to address such a petty matter. It was fortunate that Yi, while old, was not a traditionalist nor particularly prickly about his position.

Still, the Emperor would be pleased to know that at least one of the nation's he had picked out was at least on speaking terms. Although certain points would need to be addressed first...

He snapped a finger and began speaking, the characters materializing in the air before him for later proofreading.

---

To His Highness Edgardo Celemente Sala de Aragon, King of Aragon
From General Yi Pan, General of the Eastern Garrisoning Army


Greetings,

Please accept my deepest apologies on this matter, but I am afraid that your final request is simply impossible, as the Emperor does not write letters, much less personally, to anybody. If you or your Empress wish to attend the Son of Heaven personally, such matters can be arranged, although, due to the present state of affairs, the Lord of Ten Thousand Years does not feel that it would be wise for his divine presence to leave the borders of China. I am sure you understand.

As to the matter of officers, we shall arrange for the transport of 100 men to your nation by the end of this week, they will arrive aboard the cruiser Jiyuan at an orbital elevator of your choosing. Should you so wish, it can be arranged that the cruiser will pick up your own men at that juncture and bring them back here.

On the note of your priest, it is requested that on his arrival he immediately attend the Ministry of Personnel in order to receive a permit and paperwork allowing his presence in the Empire. As I am sure you are aware, Christianity is officially frowned upon within the Empire and is not, at this time, legal. Of course, the Son of Heaven himself has yet taken a position on this matter and the visit of your priest may well determine the future fate of Christianity in the whole of China.

In order to address any affront I may have given your Highness, I beg that you accept this chest of fine dan cong tea from my own estates. It has, over the years, been perfected to the point where I am told that it tastes of whatever fruits you enjoy the most. Personally, I have always found it tastes of oranges, despite my preference for pomegranates. Regardless, I have heard stories of British people murdering each other for similar amounts of it, so if it is not to your taste I am sure you can think of some use for it.

Signed,
General Yi Pan

(Signed)
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Postby Solar Castile » Thu Jul 28, 2011 8:03 am

The King of Aragon and barer of numerous other titles had a knowing smile on his face as he read the response from China's General. He had not expected; despite what his letter said, a response directly from the Son of Heaven, rather amused he was at the response instead; expected sort of. With a deft hand he drafted a response, of course; while he dually overlooked a dossier of some of Spain's best officers to send to the Chinese; though not the best of course, with the ongoing war in America their skills were needed to guide Spain's mobilizing armies.

From: From: His Royal Majesty the King of Aragon - Edgardo Clemente Sala de Aragon
To: General Yi Pan of the Eastern Garrisoning Army of China

Your apologies are accepted, and any transgressions on my own part I ask a similar forgiveness. I did not in reality expect any reply from the Son of Heaven; and perhaps at a latter date a meeting may be set between Her Majesty and His Imperial Majesty but as you have said at the moment it is not possible for the Son of Heaven to leave China, and for the time being it is not possible for the Empress to leave Spain; for this I apologise. I would like to thank you for the tea; I am sure I may find some use for it, perhaps a nice gift in good time. I've selected a dossier of officers to be sent to China, and the space-elevator in southern Mexico will recieve your own men, as well as transfer over the officers of Her Majesty's Armies to your care. We look forward to renewed relations between our great kingdoms and we hope that Spain can indeed renew your armies potential to bring China to a status worthy of the word power.

Sincerely,
Edgardo Celemente Sala de Aragon
King of Aragon
(signed)
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Sagrado la Terria Imperio

Her Imperial Majesty the Empress of the Terran Empire - Isabella XV

Primary FT of Estainia
20:27 Naacal If you smash the balls, silence the interferometers and Lindemann guns....two last interferometers power up...
20:28 Naacal And cross their energy fields over the planet itself...or maybe the STAR...
20:29 Naacal Because if you take this system down, it means Earth and Germany have fallen.... and our last act will be to drag the alien bastards with us into oblivion..
20:29 Estainia Indeed...
20:29 Naacal "When you get to Hell...tell them HOUSE HOHENZOLLERN SENT YOU!"

That people...Is German Dignity at it's goddamn finest.

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Postby OMGeverynameistaken » Fri Jul 29, 2011 12:41 am

The South-Mexican Space Elevator

The cruiser Jiyuan was a sleek and modern vessel, it's German-style lines speaking clearly of its modernity and power, creating an impression somewhat at odds with the red and gold banner of the Great Ming which flew from its central mast, and the golden dragon that formed its bowspirit. Of course, the majority of the Chinese navy had been composed of what were colloquially referred to as 'Space Junks', or just 'Space Junk', civilian designs adapted for military use by the state during previous eras. The modern Frankish fleet had annihilated most of it and scattered the remainder to Outer Sol.

After the war, the Hongxi Emperor had commissioned a new fleet from Germany at staggering cost. The Jiyuan was the lead cruiser of the fleet, an expensive beast which, while lacking the firepower of a battleship, featured a sensor suite and electronics warfare unit to match any in Sol.

Officer of the Fourth Rank Xiang Wu frowned deeply at the sphere of lapis lazuli which adorned his hat. He had, until last month, been a mere 7th rank officer, happily whiling away his days taking care of the Kwangtung Provincial Army's paperwork, a task of pleasing dullness which let him work on his poetry. Such tasks as "How do you find a rhyme for 'we need ten thousand muskets" were the sort which he had found inherently satisfying to deal with.

Then one day three high-ranking officials had burst into his office and, before he could even make the proper greeting, informed him that he was being promoted to deal with a special operation for the new Emperor.

His life had quickly turned into a nightmare.

First there had been the crash-course in Spanish, a barbarian tongue lacking in elegance and any sort of poetic sense. Then the cultural courses, which had been even worse. Finally he had been forced to TALK to some Spanish merchant type who had been found in one of the port cities. An OFFICIAL of the GOVERNMENT had to actually speak to a MERCHANT. He had very nearly fainted.

Now he was being packed off to some devil-haunted colony of the Spaniards as a representative of all of China, most likely to be hurled into the fray against the Muslims, who had apparently been showing an interest in that area.

To add insult to injury, they had forced him into one of the Emperor's new 'western' uniforms, which were far too tight for Wu's comfort. All the fiddly buttons and straps took an hour to do up, and the day after the uniform arrived a box of medals had been shipped to his door with instructions on where to put the things and how they should be oriented. A terse letter from the Bureau of Commendations informed him that he was now a member of, among other things, the "Imperial Celestial Order of the Tiger" and "The Eternal Order of Military Fraternity." He did have to admit that they were quite impressive medals, even if he was not quite sure what most of them were supposed to be for.

They clinked whenever he took a step.

Even the comfort of his fellow officers was denied him. Most were Northerners who gave him odd looks when they heard his Cantonese accent, several were Mongols, albeit dressed up ones, although the distinctive mustaches they wore were something of a giveaway, while the rest ran the gamut of Chinese minorities and all their various languages, most of which Wu had never even heard of before. He was fairly sure he had spotted a Green Turban in the crowd as well, and Heaven only knew what the Spaniards would do if they knew what THAT meant.

As the ship began the final docking procedure with the Spanish elevator platform, Wu wondered if honorable suicide with his shiny new revolver was the way to go. It had come with the uniform and looked to be of good manufacture. Good enough, anyway, to end his life quickly, before some foreign devil-ghost ate his soul and took over his body, at least.

Alas, before he could make up his mind, the green light above the airlock was suddenly ablaze, a loud 'ding' and slight hiss announcing that the door was going to open. Wu steeled himself, prepared for anything. He did not believe the tales of foreigners having six eyes and scorpion tales, of course, but when you hear something repeated so often, even if you KNOW it isn't true, it tends to lodge in your brain and refuse to leave, often surfacing at highly inconvenient times.

He realized, as the door slid open, that his orders had not included instructions for what to do at this point. He hoped to Heaven that the Spanish had sent somebody to greet them, since leading the first Chinese expedition force abroad in a thousand years would be very embarrassing if he ended up getting lost in the shopping district of some foreign elevator.
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Postby Solar Castile » Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:22 pm

Selena Noelia Suero Lieutenant Commander and Second-Line Lt. General of the Spanish Army was one of the prime examples of the sheer lack of sexism in the Spanish Military. As meritocratic as it came; the Army accepted men and women alike, and positions weren't bought in or given because of someone's family like with the English. One had to truly earn their keep in Her Majesty's Service. Selena had earned her position indeed, skirmishing with the Muslim Horde in Yucatan and even planning the initial invasion of Tejas that was still on-going.

Such a high-ranking officer was an unusual canidate for such a position as an officer's exchange, but Selena had an advantage that deadset her on being personally chosen by the Empress herself for such a mission for queen and country. She spoke Mandarin, Cantonese, Traditional Chinese and Simplified Chinese right down to the correct accented dialect along with her native Castellian as well as Portuguese! Very much an elite academic. Not to mention she was a foremost expert on Spanish Cavalry.

She was also the person who waved to the diminutive form of Officer Xiang Wu; giving him a cheery Traditional-Chinese greeting. "Welcome to New Spain! How was your trip?" It would be easy enough for the Chinese officer to make her out, in the sparkling white uniform of the Spanish army with it's gold lapels and forest green undercoat and the multiple medals that played across her breast.
Sagrado la Terria Imperio

Her Imperial Majesty the Empress of the Terran Empire - Isabella XV

Primary FT of Estainia
20:27 Naacal If you smash the balls, silence the interferometers and Lindemann guns....two last interferometers power up...
20:28 Naacal And cross their energy fields over the planet itself...or maybe the STAR...
20:29 Naacal Because if you take this system down, it means Earth and Germany have fallen.... and our last act will be to drag the alien bastards with us into oblivion..
20:29 Estainia Indeed...
20:29 Naacal "When you get to Hell...tell them HOUSE HOHENZOLLERN SENT YOU!"

That people...Is German Dignity at it's goddamn finest.

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Postby OMGeverynameistaken » Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:44 pm

Wu blinked several times at the woman, then leaned slightly to the right to peer around her, just in case there was somebody behind her.

There was some whispering behind him, which he put a stop to with a loud cough.

After another moment's of reflection, he assembled a sentence in Spanish, as it would only be polite to respond in kind to this Spanish...Officer's greeting.

"I am pleased to accept your welcome. Our trip was most...Comfortable. The Jiyuan is truly a marvel." Wu paused to put together his next sentence, "I am Xiang Wu, Military Official of the Fourth Rank...Uh, that is equivalent to your 'colonel', I believe. I am the lead officer of this expedition. My second in command is Zan Li Kwok," another man stepped forward, rather tall and tanned for a Chinese man, "Official of the Fourth Rank, second grade."

The officer stepped forward and inclined his head slightly, clearly unsure of whether or not to actually bow at this point, "At...Your service, ma'am."

Wu fervently hoped that this woman was merely here as a greeting party. The thought of having to take orders from a woman for the duration of his stay was just as bad as having to talk to the Spanish merchant. Kwok was clearly not happy as well, and did not do as good of a job hiding it.
I AM DISAPPOINTED

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Postby FS_America » Sat Jul 30, 2011 5:47 pm

Major Dwight Abraham, couldnt believe the situation he was in, his country was being attacked by the confederate bastards, and he was fermenting in the mexican heat, wasting his talents on making sure operations with the spansih ran smoothely, which they did as there where no joint operations being conducted by the two allies, at this time to say the least. Yet Dwight found himself in his best dress uniform staring down an air lock, execting the yellow bellied Chinese officers.

He wasnt a spy or an undercover agent he was a Major who had made his way through officers school, he lead troops into battle and looked gallant infront of the press. he had not been expecting an order from the pentagon to accompany the spanish commander to meet some very out of there depth Chinese officers, from a land that was racked by more civil war and civil unreast than North America was, if he was being brutally honest he was amazed the Chinese had managed to hold there country together. Running his hands over his blazent navy blue unifrom with gold trim , he told himself he wouldnt have to talk to any of the Chinese only observe them and how the spanish deal with them.

Running his hands over his blonde combed back hair and blonde moustache that traveled in a just kept mess from his side burns ending in a bushy mess above his top lip, he prepared himself for the worst. He almost burst out laughing when he saw the chinese exit the air lock looking rather uncomfortable in their tight fitting brighly coloured european style uniforms.

Dwight watched as they began to swap greetings he himself stayed sjust out of the way of the conversation but made sure he was still seen by these Chinese want to be officers. Steston hat clutched under his left arm rather tightly. He picked up what was said in spanish like his chinese counter parts he himself had gone through a course in spanish, to ensure ease of communication with the spaniards. Communicating with the chinese how ever would probably be as hard as trying to solve a crazy japenses mans riddle!

Needless to say he was not looking forward to where this was going.
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Postby Solar Castile » Sun Jul 31, 2011 8:42 am

Selena watched as the Chinese officer leaned over, viewing the American officer in the process of doing so, but made no note of it; rather that she introduced him when Wu was finished speaking. "This is Major Abraham; of the United States of America? I believe China had some what decent relations with them under your former monarch." After waiting a short second she decided it best to introduce another Spanish officer; Wu's escort for the time he was in Espana. "This is Lt. Colonel Diaz; he'll be responsible for escorting you during your time in the Empire." Diaz was a short, older man who by all accounts should've been in the position that Selena was in, but that was the fate of being stationed in Neuva Espana, your career went to Hell in a handbasket quickly as people half your age got your promotion and you spent your entire life fighting Banditos.

"Pleased to make your aqcuatiance; Colonel Wu." Diaz gave a sharp salute; and a small bow; the latter to make the Chinese more comfortable that they weren't completely surrounded by people who were blatantly ignorant of their native customs. "General Suero will be accompanying our procession to the Middle Kingdom; leaving you in my capable hands, I assure you." Diaz gave off a sort of air that said he never smiled; or knew what anything but stringent military life was; if that was any comfort to Wu and his company.
Sagrado la Terria Imperio

Her Imperial Majesty the Empress of the Terran Empire - Isabella XV

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20:27 Naacal If you smash the balls, silence the interferometers and Lindemann guns....two last interferometers power up...
20:28 Naacal And cross their energy fields over the planet itself...or maybe the STAR...
20:29 Naacal Because if you take this system down, it means Earth and Germany have fallen.... and our last act will be to drag the alien bastards with us into oblivion..
20:29 Estainia Indeed...
20:29 Naacal "When you get to Hell...tell them HOUSE HOHENZOLLERN SENT YOU!"

That people...Is German Dignity at it's goddamn finest.


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