An Embassy Gala(Open to Greater Dienstad)

[Sha Mobutia]

Embassy Event Centre
Embassy District
Mokastana City, The Islands
People’s Unified Federation

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It had been an - interesting last few months in the halls of power of the Federalist Republic. Dramatic shifts in power within the senate coupled with an ever growing and shifting population had resulted in serious discussion as to just which of the two closest regions to the archipelagos that the FRSM wanted to claim itself to be a member of. While historically it had always announced itself to be a member-state of Greater Prussia, ethnically and religiously speaking the populace often had far more in common with the member-nations of the Romani-Marsi'i super-state and the region of Greater Dienstad with its various member-nations.

An increasing number of people accepting the Marshite faith had inevitably led to increasingly serious talks about improving international relations between the two entities - which then inevitably led to exposure to other sovereign nations within the region. Of course the very moment that the first papers crossed the senate floor carrying even the slightest implication that the Federalist Republic might declare itself to be a member of the Greater Dienstad region doors opened to a whole slew of new but at least interesting problems. Interesting enough apparently, Caren mused, that she couldn't send an aid when a seemingly simple gala invite came across her desk.

Caren Kolff had held her office as the Sha Mobutian Secretary of State for the last five years and in that time she'd already had to deal with the sorts of tensions and discussions that came with invasions, peace-keeping operations, and every other manner of political nightmare that might prematurely age most people. Perhaps that was why Maikel had been so insistent that she go instead of one of the numerous aids who worked in her office that practically begged for anything that might get them noticed by the 'infamous' POSM. Of course if he thought any part of the last forty eight hours packing, arranging transport, and then the international flight that followed were relaxing then perhaps he received luxuries in his travel that she wasn't privy to. Either that, she wagered, or he made liberal use of reefer so he wouldn't remember half the trip.

Sha Mobutian diplomats and politicians were seldom the vanguards of their nation's real presence in any country. Before the plane, a relatively unmarked and simple looking thing of barely any note, had made its final approach for landing a small group of dark-colored vehicles had already been admitted onto the airfield. A pair of SUVs and a single four-door sedan - all sleek and professional-looking with mirror finish on the paint and comfortable interiors. And bullet-proof windows and panels that would have made them sit low on stock suspension. Where the plane was concerned, only three people currently aboard were actually leaving it to head for the gala. The crew and two assigned security guards for the plane weren't going to travel very far from the airport for the duration of the Secretary's stay in the country. Only two others disembarked with the Secretary: her personal aid, Michelle Daelman, and her guard, Afiq anak Adib.

No briefings needed to be exchanged. Only polite nods of greeting from the the security guard holding open the Secretary's door for her. The three of them took the sedan with Caren and Michelle in the back seat, while Afiq took the front passenger seat with the driver already in place. The Marine veteran exchanged a few brief words with the driver before the younger man spoke a few quick words in Iban into the radio. With that the convoy pulled away - an SUV with four security guards led the way out of the airport, the sedan containing the Secretary and her two accompanying staff members was in the middle, and another SUV with four guards followed behind. They moved on a Do Not Stop order on a pre-planned route that Caren's staff had attempted to work out in advance with local authorities for the sake of convenience on the way to the event.

Of course on arrival the majority of the guard detachment broke off: only two of the guards from the convoy accompanied the Secretary from her car.

Caren led the way through the gate and into the lobby. At her left hand was Michelle with a tablet tucked under arm and wearing a professionally cut skirt in comparison to Caren's own dark business suit and trousers. Just behind them Afiq followed behind - wearing his Marine uniform with Gunnery Sergeant's insignia. Further behind came the other two guards, junior Marines with fresh faces who had been recently assigned to the diplomatic escort services. It wasn't until that they were approached by the guards that any present disarmed: the three guards and Caren all drawing and turning over pistols at the request of the native security forces. With that handled they stepped through the door and almost immediately Caren took to scanning the room.

It took one glance around to draw a weary sigh from the sleep-deprived politician, "I already need a drink."

[Lamoni]

"Welcome to Mokastana, Soramon-san," the Lamonian ambassador said after respectfully bowing to the Nifonese diplomat. Dealing with the Nifonese was always interesting. On the one hand, the Nifonese seemed to want to be friendly with the Free Republic, but on the other, the situation between Nifon and New Hayesalia was still delicate, with diplomatic negotiations still ongoing. Though with the semi-derogatory connotations of words like 'gaijin' in the Nifonese language, it was considered best practice to keep an eye peeled in their direction anyway. As always, the Nifonese diplomat gave no outward sign of emotion, or any hints as to what it was that he desired from the ambassador. In other words, he was acting just like any good Nifonese diplomat would.

Adjusting her own poker face to maintain a look of polite interest, the warrior queen's tone could also be called polite, yet interested. "It is an honor to meet you here as well. Would you prefer that we took our conversation somewhere where we won't be in the way of others? I am sure that we will have many interesting things to talk about."

At this point, Ambassador Rosenthal was curious to see where this conversation would lead. There was sure to be some niceties first, before the real discussions would begin, both sides trying to extract something from the other that would benefit their own nation, while at the same time, offering something lesser to the other side, so that it would look like both sides had won something. If Ambassador Rosenthal had been part of the Lyran Diplomatic Corps, she would have a cultural excuse to both come directly to the point, as well as using as few words as possible in order to more accurately convey her meaning, and that of the Lyran Military as a whole. The Lamonian Diplomatic Corps however, traditionally opted for more of a 'velvet covering over an iron fist' approach. That is, while Lamonian diplomats were more than capable of playing diplomatic word games that left both sides as happy as was possible about whatever might be arranged, underneath all that was an iron fist meant to be used against those who tried to push the Free Republic too far. Those who knew the Free Republic well enough would know that the Lamonian national martial art was Krav Maga.

Though brought to Lamoni by Ralkovian refugees like those from whom the ambassador herself descended, it had taken off, since the martial art was both practical, and extremely effective. Krav Maga was characterized by certain characteristics like having each strike be both an offense as well as a defense, striking pre-emptively where appropriate, always seeking an escape route to avoid situations, targeting attacks to an assailant's vulnerable spots, and using simple but repeatable strikes that worked even under unfamiliar conditions or extreme stress. Krav Maga training also had a restraining effect, developing mental toughness so that the practitioner used violence only as a last resort, instead using other methods to get what you wanted, and thus encouraging the practitioner to examine their world in new and different ways. It was for these reasons that even Lamonian diplomats were trained in Krav Maga, and not just for the self-defense value that it also imparted. Thus, Lamonian diplomats also tended to be sharp diplomatic technicians. To put it by way of metaphor, maybe the diplomat might not be able to finish building all of the new house, but the kitchen would certainly look and function just fine when they were done.

[Mokastana]

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And on he goes...

Ceasar Houston, Ambassador from Las Venturas, smiled back at the Emperor when he received the Mark of the Emperor. He responded in kind: “I would certainly love to see the Capital, and visit your residence.” Caesar stroked the mechanical arm of the Emperor as he responded. He might be reading too much into the Emperor’s offer, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

The Ralkovian junior delegation was still here, while the Emperor continued on with his tour of the place. Turning back to back to the Ralkovians he made a similar offer to them. With a charming smile, he moved in a bit closer, starting with the attractive woman of the group, but making the offer to the gentleman as well:

“If any of you would like a taste of… Adventure, feel free to stop by the Las Venturas Embassy on your way out. What happens in Venturas, stays in Venturas. Remember that.”

Caesar rolled his tongue on the last ‘remember’ hinting at talents better left for a private room. Then giving them a quick bow began to wander off.

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The Cascades are popular...

Elsewhere, a waiter took the Emperor's wine order and Peron watched the waiter walk away. His discussion with the Cascadian Emissary had been interrupted by an Emperor and a Merican(Timocratic Republic) but he didn't mind, it was nice to not be the center of a discussion every now and then. He did find the Emperor's comment about Mokastana not being as hot as other places rather strange. Mokastana was tropical, palm trees grew on the roads in the Embassy district. Sure, it was spring and therefore only in the mild 70s, but how warm was his homeland?

As for the General... Crime free? How would one achieve that if not by despot? Well, the Cascadians did have an Empress. Perhaps that was the one thing that separated Socialist like Peron from Communists like the Northern Cascadians. Peron and his kin had won their revolution in the trenches, fighting a despot and taking control of the island nation with blood. Then they spread the Revolution across Mokastana. Some, like the Surians, didn't adopt it, but everyone felt the affects of their coup. Sure, The Islands and Tierra Nueva were part of a greater Federation today, but it was their influence that ensured Education and Healthcare were championed in the new government. Yes, Admiral Peron was a Federal Officer, but he would always be a old Revolutionary Islander in his heart.

“How does the Empress wish to bring about a crime free society? That's a tall order.”

He didn't betray his thoughts with the look on his face, but his voice had a hint of concern.

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And Sha Mobutian arrives...

Elizabeth looked towards the entrance and saw another arrival, this time the Emissary from Sha Mobutian, another relatively unknown nation at the time, but as Foriegn Minister, it was her duty to greet as many as she could, and begin diplomatic relations with everyone. She approached, business suit, red hair up in a bun, pale skin with freckles, and the strong Mokan accent.

“Greetings and welcome to a Mokastana City, I am Foreign Minister Elizabeth Franshaw, People's Unified Federation.”

She rolled the R in ‘Greetings’ and in her last name, pronouncing Federation, with a soft C sound instead of the usual “SH” in the last syllable.

“Drinks and refreshments are across the Ballroom. We have water, various juices and of course, wines, Rums and other Spirits. Would you like to accompany me to the bar and tell me about Sha Mobutian?”

[Potthan]

"Mechanical limbs are common in Potthan. Since most people are in the military after all. You see, when in battle, if your limb were to be displaced, it would be replaced with a cybernetic counterpart. The thing is expensive, however since all the parts are mined, processed, and manufactured in Potthan" Jericho took as sip of wine before continuing, "They are cheaper here than anywhere else. If you are interested, I may offer you contact with the main company that makes them, Jolumni Cybernetics Inc." said Jericho to Surovov. "As for your absence of knowledge about Potthan, I am here to teach."

Jericho took a deep breathe and began a small lecture, "Potthan is a nation that is as old as 1,700 B.C. Our native culture was tribalism, focused heavily on being warriors of honor. Originally, we were Pagan, however that changed in 853 when an Emperor by the name of Jex Naskani took command, and openly expressed his beliefs." said Jericho. "As for modern times, we are an Empire, as you may have guessed. Since the early 1900s we have adopted laissez-faire capitalism, with the placement of my grandfather to the throne. We are extremely militaristic and scientifically driven. Is there anything else you'd like to know?" asked Jericho before finishing yet another glass of wine.

[Republic of Vectors]

Las Venturas

“Ceasar?” Simon called out from a few feet away. In turning from the Emperor and his entourage, Simon Suttra managed to catch a glimpse of the fellow ambassadors familiar face. It had been several months since the Vectorian had seen the Las Venturian. At some long forgotten meeting of some sort or another. If Simon remembered correctly they had gotten along just fine last time around. Perhaps this time some sort of political progress could be made.

“It is you! It has been too long! How are you doing nowadays?”

[The Northern Cascades]

Suvorov smiles at the Admiral's question, then proudly straightens. "By funding law enforcement heavily and being fair, of course. Everyone, no matter who they are or where they come from, are treated equally as prisoners based on their crimes. Judges found of being biased, incorrect, or bribed, are also prosecuted. Corruption is a thing of the past."

After the quick smile, Suvorov turns to Jericho, nodding as he tells his nation's history. It was always interesting to her, history! So much, all leading up to today, perfectly. Open expression, an Empire, they seemed-

"Laissez Faire Capitalism?" She spurts, looking tall. "I... am truly sorry to hear that. I am sure the Cascadian people will discover their own cybernetics, without slave labor."

[Potthan]

"Ah one of those. Well if you wish to purchase arms from a extremely shady government seized company, then Imperial Cybernetics is your forte." said Jericho to Surovov. "Here in Potthan, we always come prepared to meet the needs of those whom disagree. Surely, we can come to some agreement.?" asked Jericho whilst subtly jingling his coin purse. "If you ever need a tour of the palace, feel free to ask. Though, a woman of your height will be prone to being stared at. Women in Potthan are short. Well, that's an understatement but you get the gist." said Jericho giggling to himself. "I try to push for a more regulated economy, however my powers can only be used so much before I become tyrannical and evil." said Jericho, seeming understanding of a socialist economy.

"I also find your system of law to be quite honorable. We have a similar system. Though, punishment is often by hard labor or death..." said Jericho as he sipped his wine "We try our very hardest to be fair and honorable. You see, the warrior's code of Potthan has lasted in society for thousands of years." Jericho stated.

[Patrick OConner]

Ambassador Kennedy snorts to herself about Potthan "quality". The Timocratic republic had its one standards and then there was the rest of the worlds.
"Impressive that you managed to have such a low crime rate, Suvorov. We have our thoroughly under control however our law has best been described as...draconian by outsiders but it has work for us for generations. It is harsh but fair. We too suffer from people injured in war and have gotten very very good at fixing injuries why most of the time people don't even need to settle for a prosthetic limb. "
She sips her drink before continuing
"We too practice a version of Laissez Faire capitalism and it works great for us. The Federal government pretty much stays out of the affairs of business and even private citizens and we have prospered."
She chuckles now
"If it is weapons you seek we are more than well equipped to help you with that and far fewer scruples than most. I know our corporations can provide you with whatever weapons you need at a lower cost and better quality than just about any one else."

[Potthan]

"Speaking of weaponry, the Imperial Armory has a huge fixture of armaments including chemical weaponry, melee weaponry, firearms, flamethrowers, explosives, and even handbooks on how to mentally break captured enemies. Potthan utilizes psychological warfare in obtaining information and teaching foreign invaders lessons. Though it seems inhumane, war in itself isn't a humane act, thus it's childish to assume we need rules." said Jericho. "It may seem old fashioned, but we still utilize flame troopers. both outfitted with petrol throwers and napalm throwers. As you may imagine, these work wonders when clearing out closed spaces of Kavashi rebels." said Jericho before giggling to himself.

"Legion soldiers are usually equipped with a firearm, a sidearm, a sword, and a bayonet." stated Jericho. "In addition, military training in Potthan is rough to say the least. 15% of cadets die in training, and another 25% are seriously injured before graduating. Additionally, the last test before graduating is having each fight to the death. We start in classes of 60, to which only 30 will graduate. Interesting isn't it? This has been tradition for thousands of years. "said Jericho getting caught up in fond memories of his time in the military. Tell me miss Kennedy, what is your military like?

[Free Kolechia]

Abusaid thanked Elizabeth and excused himself, the event hadn't been in progress for too long, and with new guests arriving, he was certain she would probably like to greet them and continue her work. He was also glad to see her attitude facing the recent attack, it would take more than this to take down their nation. He made his way over to a table and sat down, he finished his water and began to text his small team at the embassy a few details, mostly that he'd arrived and all was well. He texted quickly though, he did wish to appear uninterested in the event or people.

He quickly put his phone away and made his way back to the refreshment table. He refilled his glass and sat back down, there were even more guests here now, interestingly it seemed the Ralkovians and the Potthani Emperor were in the midst of a conversation. There was the "wealthy man" (as Abusiad was naming him in his mind) from Castille, he was of rather conflicting curiousity, this man could be beneficial to work with, but personally his character seemed one to be cautious towards, much like the Potthani, Ralkovians or Nifonese.

However he was relieved to see the Lamonian Ambassador, Laura Rosenthal arrive, he did not actually know her personally but he was aware of who she was. He had never visited the country, but he viewed them as a sort of neighbor, perhaps not immediate but relatively close. Now perhaps it was just their nations proximity to his own, that he was actually glad to see her nation attend, or perhaps it was (as far as he was concerned) their lack of very visible controversy. Regardless the event had become very inteesting indeed, a meeting over the phone with the President was now unquestionable, this is once they had both finsihed their diplomatic appearences.

[Patrick OConner]

Kennedy smiles and sips her drink politely before answering with a sweet smile
"Well trained, well equipped, well organized effective and combat tested. Over half of our officer corp has seen combat and most of the enlisted as well. The Army is always ready for combat and is constantly in action, fighting whoever we are paid too. From the armor to the infantry they are ready to fight using tested and proven tactics. The Air Force is like wise ready to fight as well and while seen less action than the Army they too are always ready with tested and proven pilots, from our pilots to bombers and transports. The Marines are ready as well. They are fanatics and fight anyone or anything at the drop of the hat...and drop the hat themselves. They will do anything to achieve there mission. All of our personal are well trained and ready and we manage to do it without such horrendous causalities and waste."
She smiles and sips some more drink before continuing.
"You ever heard of Bloody Tybee? It was a battle fought at the end of the Civil War. Some of the remnants were holding out on an island so the Marines were sent in to clear them out. So a single division was sent in. It was thought that was all that was needed. Turns out the island was heavily fortified and held over 4 times the number of men that was estimated and the Marines were outnumbered 3 to 1. The causalities from the landing were so heavy that the general in command wanted to call it off but the marines refused to stop and they continues the assault. 4 days later the last defenders were cleared out but over half the Marines were killed or wounded. But they accomplished there mission."

[Potthan]

"That's impressive. Reminds me of my military service." said Jericho folding up his left sleeve revealing more of his cybernetic arm. "I got this during the Potthani Civil War. You see, I may have been the prince at the time, but that doesn't exempt me from battle. Still doesn't even in my emperor status." said Jericho in a cocky manner. "Anyways back to the subject. I was deployed to siege and eliminate hostiles in Hamaan. Well, our intel was bad in the fact we only believed them to have firearms, no explosives. Well I get out of the armored vehicle and next thing you know an anti-tank rocket hit the vehicle, blowing my arm to bits." stated Jericho before sipping some wine.

"Had to fight the rest of the battle with only one arm and bleeding out. You must understand that in the legion, you are expected to fight until your blood stops flowing. Luckily the mission was a success. You may be asking how I didn't bleed out, to which I can say I had a friend of mine take a blowtorch and burn the wound to stop most of the bleeding." said Jericho pulling down his sleeve.

"Legion soldiers are taught to have no fear, undying loyalty, and endless courage. In fact, we teach every soldier what it feels like to be tortured and not to break courage. Hence why our enemies never successful interrogate Potthani Legion soldiers." Jericho stated with a smirk.

[Holy Marsh]

Stan eventually came out of the room with an amused expression on his face. It was good to know that the art of good, quick lovemaking wasn't lost on the outside world. He usually preferred to use his endurance to his benefit, but for now this'd do. He was aware that there were likely eyes on them. He didn't much care or even consider it an invasion or privacy. Everything was watched in the Theocracy and Marshites weren't shy about doing what they needed to do in the streets. It was a beautiful thing after all, and more children for the War Machine was always a great deed. Regardless, he made sure to freshen up well and left the room a little bit after Kennedy, not being used to all of the odds and ends that when into feminine preparation.

Once he was out, he once again was assaulted by the stench of evil and insulted by their continued existence. A small part of him had hoped that while he and Kennedy had enjoyed each other's bodies that the bodies of the slavers would be piled up by hidden snipers. This was not the case. They were allowed to walk around and stick the venue up with their rotten smell. It was always to clean off blood and organs than it was their stench. Wasn't his place to force the issue, however. He'd just continue to avoid them, though his sneer towards them was by no means hidden. He stayed mostly to himself, categorizing who he wanted to speak with, The Northern Cascades- a new player. A new friend, potentially, though foe was never impossible. When he found his opportunity, he moved in.

"Hello," he said with a bow, "I am Father Daradin, of the Grand Theocratic Empire of the Holy Marsh. It is a pleasure to meet you," he said, hand extended excitedly.

[The Northern Cascades]

Suvorov, not amused and rather offended by the capitalist conversation, backs out of the group that has formed and sighs. So far, she has met more potential enemies than friends. With a small scowl, she crosses her arms and looks about the gala. Before the man could reach her, Suvorov's gaze lands on him, and she straightens. She does not return a bow, but she very firmly shakes his hand.

"Hello. I was told about your people. Suvorov, Corps General of the Empire of the Northern Cascades."

[Havensky]

The Embajador de República Havensky en Mokastana, Angelica Medina, waltzed into the room alongside her bodyguard and her senior aide. She was wearing a gold evening dress across her olive skin from one of Havensky’s most famous designers. It had helped that D'artagnan was an old college friend. In a nod to her host country, she had added several pieces of jewelry by a Mokan designer.

Rachel Neches, Median’s senior aide, was wearing a sky blue dress that matched the color of her eyes. She was quite a bit shorter than Medina, but what she lacked in size she made up for in exuberance and sheer volume. She had majored in theatre and had once aspired to become an actor. However, it turned out that she was much better at organizing theatre parties than actually acting. The talent had translated nicely to a role with the Diplomatic Corp helping to set up events and the social calendars of ambassadorial staff. Staff Sergeant Hank Bell rounded out the trio was a dark haired bear of a man named Hank Bell who wore the traditional white power armor of the diplomatic White Guard.

Medina and Rachel both enjoyed serving at the Skyan Embassy in Mokastana City. For one, they could both speak Spanish fluently even if they had to alter some of their words to fit the local dialect. The international flair of the city reminded them both of home and they both frequented Skyan ex-pat clubs near the business district where several Skyan companies kept their offices.

Bell didn’t mind it either, but with the war with the Scandin Empire looming back in Gholgoth he had requested reassignment to a combat unit. Of course, nearly everyone in the White Guard had put in such a request and they were all flatly denied. Their jobs were to protect the Skyan Diplomatic Corps - and of story.

The mission for today was two-fold. The first was to reassure people in the region that the slaver war wouldn’t interfere with trade and that their residents in Havensky were perfectly safe. The attack on Citadel City had spooked many foreign companies. The counterargument was that the city’s defenses and bunker system had worked. There had been zero civilian casualties.

The second was to actually encourage more investment into Skyan businesses. The Skyan economy was shifting to a war footing and that meant an increased need for foreign investment.

So, it had been natural for Medina to accept the invitation to the gala. She had packed a small trinket in her purse as a gift for Elizabeth. As they made their way to the center of the room, it became obvious that she was swarmed with people. So, the two ladies swung by the bar to grab some wine and mingle. (Bell being on duty, did not partake.)

[Yohannes]

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[ Out of character: for background of the character of Minister Plenipotentiary [ information under this link ]. ]

Embassy Event Centre was not an inviting omen. It was an imposing, public, and very much celebrated Mokan tradition, with envoy extraordinary grandeur and plenipotentiary magnificence. It had been created before Kayla's time, in the days when balding diplomats of sixty-something had not realised the importance of subtlety. Kayla's generation understood that flexible, ductile diplomacy was stronger than an ideological one, and that diplomacy could be solved with large credit in so far as the origin of the credit was a reputable one. From the field of play the game looked one sided, and when Kayla approached closer she saw why: one of the respected ambassador aides drinking with the other plenipotentiary to her right was boasting about army restructure, whilst the others stressing the might of incoming Scandinvans. She was very pleased. The more anonymity as to the extent of Yohannesian presence the better. The government of the former would most likely require another fundraising programme, whilst the latter had in fact been deeply financially connected already with Yohannes. The overarching High Emperor of great Scandinvan was likely to want to raise more war fund, and the government she represented on that day was more than ready to offer further instruments of finance and trade. To have been accredited, as she had been at the Royal Alexandria Castle, and then to see the Queen withdrawing her recognition at the slightest mistake, was disheartening. She felt she could not make another mistake again.

She glanced at the Lamonian ambassador. She could not exactly recall seeing her face before, but Kayla thought of its somewhat familiarity. At the television Channel One current affairs programme, The Nation State, perhaps? I can not but help that certainly, as envoy extraordinary and minister plenipotentiary of Lamoni, Rosenthal must have been everywhere on TV by now... maybe that's why. Um. Kayla smiled at seeing her animated conversation with the Nifonese diplomat. I am sure they are discussing which pie to grab, through the spread of arms, and other like minded things. Nevermind that, none of our business. Um. So long, of course, as none shall see to it that we are just as guilty as they are historically. An East & West interrogative programme of a coup d etat by a dictatorial regime gone rogue with Yohannesian Quertz russling notes in the background? That is the biggest piece of nightmare she dread the most. Ugh. She was never at ease with diplomats and politicians, she had experienced for long. She wondered if she felt discomfort because she was never interested with direct power politics to begin with.

To that end the Mokan centre was full of splendour and activity. Kayla had seen both thriving events of diplomacy and abandoned courts, but the embassy gala was a unique one. It looked as if it was being accommodated not for the end itself, but for the progression of everyone present. Kayla studied the animated faces of extraordinary plenipotentiaries around her. The coalescing into different teams should have occurred already by now, for the interest of one government must override the other, the funding of one military are made against the other, and the playing field of national and international diplomacy are divided for one side and the other. However, no one was seriously pursuing any agenda. It was remarkable. She could not believe what she was observing there and then. It is, after all, a truly diplomatic, embassy gala.

[Holy Marsh]

A good, hard handshake- and she had already heard about the Marshites, which was good. The initial conversation could always be a little awkward because f The Shift, but a general understanding made it easier. Excellent, because he had many more questions that were demanding answers. It was always a wondrous time meeting a new nation, though they had been disappointed by the quality of the new faces on the international stage more than once recently. Hopefully the Cascades would prove themselves more worthwhile than others. He returned the handshake with a smile, happy she was leading with strength.

"A fine grip, Suvorov of the Cascades. It is always good to see new faces and nations on the international stage. I prefer to hear about other nations from those who live and represent them rather than intelligence services- if you would be so bold, could you tell me about your homeland?" He asked with an excited tint. Truth be told he could have read the large intelligence briefing on it before he had arrived but except for the bare basics he hadn't. M-SAD was very in depth but lacked certain popping qualities that you could only get in person, eye to eye. Or eye to whatever, height depending.

[The Northern Cascades]

Suvorov rolls her shoulders, face blank and bored as the Marshite talks.

"The Empire is new, crime-free, patriotic, and values equality and strength," she says, shifting slightly. "The Empress would be interested to learn more about your peoples' feminine appearances. Women outnumber men in the Empire."

[Sha Mobutia]

The five assembled Sha Mobutians noticed the approaching host before she'd crossed a quarter of the distance between them. The two trailing Marines kept to scanning the rest of the room, but Afiq watched the approaching woman with a cautious eye. Caren had already turned to regard her with the sort of professional but polite smile that every politician perfected through their career for when they were dealing with strangers or kissing a baby in front of the camera. Michelle's was far more genuine and warm but the weary State Secretary figured that it would only be a few more years before that changed for good. But regardless of how bitter or worn out her aid may or may not have been, Caren offered a hand to shake and Michelle was quick to do the same.

Caren spoke for both of them, "Its a pleasure, Ms. Franshaw. I am Caren Koiff, Secretary of State. This is my aid," she signaled appropriately. "Ms. Michelle Daelman. And of course my assigned guard, Gunnery Sergeant Adib." Much like the Foreign Minister, Caren spoke with a distinctive accent that identified her as a native Sha Mobutian. With that taken care of Caren motioned towards a table of refreshments and opted to lead the way there not a moment later. She wasted no time in taking advantage of the open bar by procuring a glass of clear liquid that smelled vaguely of paint thinner and was beginning to evaporate even as she was pouring it in the glass.

To her credit, Michelle opted to play things far safer, and instead opted for apple juice.

"So madam Minister, what is it about my fine and lovely archipelagos that you want to know more of?"

[New Aeyariss]

"There is no need to move our conversation anywhere, Rosenthal-san" smiled the Nifonese diplomat, graciously lifting a glass of highest quality Nifonese sake "I am after all having nothing to conceal at this point."

It was obviously false, but after all, he was a diplomat. Lying and pouring salt over someone's eyes was part of his job, which was ironic considering his name. In Nifonese culture only the clergy or their descendants received names after Biblical characters, and "Soramon" was the Kogyokist spelling of name Solomon. And obvious signal to the Lamonian diplomat.

"I wish to offer you wishes of everything the best on behalf of the Empire of Greater Nifon and publicly inform you that Kojiro-sama is extremely pleased with the way how the bilateral relations between Lamoni and the Dai Nifon Teikoku are developing" the ambassador continued "He is also extremely pleased that the Lamonian government choose not to intervene in the Maritime disputes between the Hayesalian and the Nifonese government. Considering the fact that Hayes - Daitoryo presents himself as more rational and less militant candidate, the bakufu is at this point engaged in negotiations to solve this crisis once and for all."

He rose the glass, still away from her eyes, which in Nifonese culture was considered a sign of politness:

"And due to integrity that Lamonian government portrayed, let me offer a toast to our future!" he smiled, rising the cup and taking a snip of sake.

Just after doing that, the Nifonese ambassador felt a pat on his back. Turning away, he looked into a face of a man of fair complexion and dark hair. His sight quickly identified him as Harvey Hershey, a Castilian businessman - which seemed to be a perfect occasion, considering just how the Nifonese pursued their foreign policy:

"Harvey-san" he bowed "Is there a way I can help you?"

[Holy Marsh]

Ah yes, crime-free. It was always wonderful to hear nations say such things. It was never really true, of course, no matter what a nation could claim. By most outside observers' notions of crimes and law enforcement, 'crime in the Grand Theocracy is totally unknown'. Foolish saying, that. There were murders, assaults rapes, property theft and the like every day, somewhere, in the Theocracy. The fact that murders could be counted in the hundreds in a nation of more than twenty billion in an annual basis was what gave such statistics their outrageous accuracy while still being, at a base, inaccurate. Beyond that, it was good to see priorities straight. If he heard one more nation lead with ideology, he'd kill a penguin.

She asked about the appearance, and he was happy to oblige. "Ah, yes. Recent events. All members of the Faith have their blood records attached to our international Church Medical Service, for ease of patient care. Due to a techno-arcane disaster, everyone who had been using this system underwent dramatic and immediate genetic and hormonal changes. The men, of course, underwent the most dramatic change. Even though the appearance of our women are unaffected, they carry the same effects- future males will be like this," he said, waving to himself. A waiter passed by. He grabbed a drink. "It has annoyed some. The Theocracy as a whole, however, has little time for such concerns."

[Haishan]

“I think i will have a case worthy of this gift, Comrade Vidin.” Rutilio said holding the pen. It was not every day a mere Parliamentarian earned a gift from a foreign head of state after all.”As for the Visit, I only have nine months left in this term, and have not decided if I am going to run for President of the Federation yet. I would be honored to visit, but I believe it might be best for my successor to make that journey.”

“Oh…that’s too bad. Either case, you’re welcome to Icturk City, just give me a call!” The Vidin frowned for a moment before smiling again, “But let me tell you a bit of a secret. You have something that your opponents don’t have; my attention. While I am not familiar with how the Federation works, I hope you win, Comrade Gomez.”

The Commissar whispered to the Vidin, “Your Excellency, it’s time.”

“Again I apologise for taking too much of your time, Comrade Gomez. I will be on my way, two days from now.” Sashan Vidin gave President Gomez a firm handshake before parting away.

Taking that as the signal from the Vidin, all of his entourage smiled in sequence before leaving the Mokan trio. Now it’s the time to cast out the net of questions, to judge and observe the characters of national personas attending the event. The Vidin knew that sole reliance on second hand reports is more than futile as immortalized in the Legend of Vyazi where the Haize King mistook the ambassador to his realm to be mere peons, leading to his empire demise.

While the Vidin wanted to know others on basis of their personalities, other members of Haize delegation have different purposes respectively. The Commandant is particularly interested to gauge balance of power between the foreign nations and the appearance of Ralkovian State ambassador from whom known as pariahs to Amistad Charter serve as perfect litmus test over the supposedly strong anti-slaver sentiments of parties involved.

The Commissar, one of ruling elites in Haize thought spectrum is drawn on similar reason albeit on a secondary mission to estimate political and diplomatic behaviours of the Gala guests. Haize Trade Minister is on a completely different aim, which is to investigate which foreign power could be reasoned with to strike a trade deals in Junta’s favour although within the close gaze of the Commissar. The last member, the Speaker would be there to soften things up with his orating and probably “persuading” skill although it might be an exercise in futility given the Junta didn’t know how these foreign powers tick.

Nevertheless the Haize delegation has a general view on the foreign dignitaries attending the event, as far as Haize intelligence allowed. Beyond them are two particularly beautiful women, one as tall as a common Haize men if not a bit taller and another with an impish smile. The Vidin recognized the latter as a Marshite with great difficulty; if it wasn’t for intensive Haize intelligence attempts and advancement into pattern recognition, telling a male Marshite from females from afar would be impossible short of flipping their skirt or dress.

Paired to their ambiguous nature would be their unnatural religious fervor or some say, fanaticism which is seen as a grave threat to the officially anti-religion Junta. A nation of theocracy filled with psychotic screaming beauties for all in the name of their Church, absent of any reason or logic of which the Junta confided in. However for the pragmatic Haize elites, even fanatical zealots have their own use for all is not wasted but utilized in a certain way. The Marshites are obviously trouble in a can and thus shouldn’t be interacted with for now.

The tall woman was identified to hail from Northern Cascade, a relatively unknown nation in the grander scheme of the Junta. The Junta however knew that they have a certain brand of communism, similar in regard on how Haishan had once its own. Reasoning with them would pose some issues as Haishan had grew out of communism and viewed the world in shades of grey; Haishan had tried communism and it costed more than it worth for. In any case, perhaps some communion could be achieved if the Commissar and the Speaker played their cards right.

As the Vidin glanced to the left, he noticed two different men; one judged to be a Lamonian and another from Nifonese on basis of their clothes and mannerism. For the Junta, the Lamonian Free State have always been a mystery on how their nation could’ve worked on democracy, the concept that most Haize had abandoned on the genesis of Haize Civil War that pitted democracy against the proteleriat revolution. In the minds of modern Haize, democracy is seen as a gateway to abundance of decadence and abuse of power. Nevertheless, the Lamonian is viewed with caution as the Free State is seen as another side of impossibly militarized Lyran State.

The Nifonese is also viewed with caution, if not more than the Lamonian and Marshite ambassadors considering the Nifon State’s culture that curiously put their own men above all. In other words, a nation that somehow designated foreigners as lesser beings, just like nobilities of old that Haize had dispatched with. The Junta and Haize culture on the whole accepts learning from other cultures which in effect, assimilating them anew but the Nifonese State is thought to be an ultra-orthodox State, unwilling to yield to new logics and reasons. On that basis, dealing with the Nifonese delegation could be as tricky as talking to the Marshite ambassador.

Next on the Vidin attention span is the Potthani Emperor, located close to Timocratic Republic’s ambassador. The Haize delegation missed the Emperor on their first glance, probably due to the imposing figure of Cascadian ambassador but his mechanical arm is not hard to spot. The Junta view on the Potthani Empire is a bit mixed with one on the negative side and another slightly positive; recent rebellion suppression pioneered by the Potthani Empire left a bitter taste on the Junta.

For once it presented a waste of human resources and another critical highlight is usage of religion to authorize genocides, something that reaffirmed Junta’s stance to rely on cold truths of science. In that light the Potthani Empire is seen as more unstable version of Marshite Theocracy, with a despot on top that do not value the worth of human lives which could otherwise utilized in more efficient manner. The mechanical arm sent conflicting message on the nature of the Empire as it indicated the madmen in power might’ve dabbled in human experimentations, things that the Junta decided to seal for common good.

Timocratic Republic’s ambassador sent another weird signal as Haize intelligence reported their nation is at least surrounded by some kind of treacherous waters. It’s a wonder they existed to build a nation, isolated by hostile water of some type that likely bar any would-be colonizer or intruder. Apart from second hand reports of Merican soldiers of fortune hired by Mokan corporations, not much is known on the State. Perhaps they weren’t a nation at all but a band of companies, offering their security services to foreigners for wad of cash for purposes unknown given sea trade is highly unlikely capable to go to their lands. The Haize report summed the Republic as a land ruled by corporations, excess of capitalism and wet dream of every free market advocate.

Next on the list is a questionable ambassador from Vector Republic, the second “Republic” in Haize analysis. Simon Sutta is not seen on a positive light, based on Haize delegation occasional shifts of glance from engaging the Mokan representative. He was judged to be brash and insensitive but the Vidin hoped that this man wouldn’t actually represent the entirety of Vector Republic. Simon Sutta was classified as a troubling character that would inadvertedly cause friction and consequently diplomatic dispute just because he isn’t attentive enough. Like how Marshite ambassador puzzled the Haize delegation of his gender, the Vidin in secret questioned on the Republic’s goodwill on sending this kind of man.

Another questionable character would be Harvey Hershey, a known Castillian billionaire of which for some reason decided to flaunt his wealth in this Gala. The Vidin knew of the Castillian State on brief reports that they were once nationalists but broke down into a vassal of the Federation after their devastating civil war. Now the Vidin affirmed his suspicion on the Junta decision to cut out the Castillian State from the planned SCNS network, a rival of Damocles constellation. If the Castillian State, or now known as the Union or whatever the title given by their Mokan masters sent Harvey into this event, then things are more complex than the Junta have thought before.

Presumably this Harvey man is a bit of problematic as Simon is, seeking to lay his capacrious hands on things better discussed by governments, not mere men. On the flipside, the appearance of the playboy might indicate the thorny relationship of the Union with the Federation, considering both are nearing their respective election seasons as per Junta perception. If the Junta is willing to daub their hands on antediluvian matters, Harvey would be that perfect wedge between the Union and Federation.

Next to Harvey is two Delmontian, clothed in what seemed like priesthood attire. The Junta didn’t have any shred of information on them save their devout nature, reminiscent of the religion-crazed Marshites. Another contrast is obviously their brazen action to use such clothes in comparison to the Marshite ambassador that for some odd reason wears a revealing dress. Perhaps these Delmontians are rather similar to Harvey where they come here without actually representing their governments. In other words they likely have their own ulterior motives, unknown to the Junta for now.

The second last delegation that caught the Vidin’s momentary glance is the Sha Mobutian one, consisting no more than three people. Judging on how they react, one of them is likely to be someone of high rank, possibly at President or Minister level. Information on the State also remained scarce in exception of their close proximity to the Marshite Theocracy. What attracted the Vidin would be their secular nature, unlike the more religion-driven Marshites. And of course, their men are quite differentiable from their sole woman delegation.

The last delegation noted by the Vidin is the Themisi one of which the Vidin decided to approach. After all, the Themisi Republic is just across the pond and it would make sense to try to approach them despite running the same detested democracy as the Lamonians. As Haize saying goes, waste none and use all. The Haishan Trade Bureau is particularly interested in the Themisian Republic on their declaration to import wastes while the Haize Armed Forces are interested due to proximity of Macabeean basing in Haishan to the Republic.

Haize Commissar on the other hand spotted the Ralkovian delegation of which the Vidin didn’t notice. They held a certain level interest in Haize military-political elites given they’re somewhat similar to Scandinivian Empire of which the Golden Throne waged a war against; both Scandinivian and Ralkovian have cultures that legitimized usage and trade of slaves. On that notion, perhaps the Ralkovian State, amongst others pro-slavery nations prompted the creation of Amistad.

Their appearance in the Gala of course is as confusing as the question of Marshite’s gender given the Marshites would stop at nothing to kill slavers. Perhaps the Mokan hosts have something brilliant or sinister in mind? Espousing the Haize saying of waste not, the Junta could try to test the waters for more tools would give more options.

Another Ambassador, noticed by the Haize Speaker would be the Kolechians. Like the Timocratic Republic and Northern Cascades, nothing much is known on this Kolechian State. The Junta however have a few guesses, that they’re likely to be sympathetic to the Lamonian Free State or as inscrutable as the Merican Republic. Whilst not high on the list of priorities, the Vidin sees no harm to try interacting with them sometime later.

After a brief empty chatter on the Mokan preparation of food and wines, the Haize delegation decided to split up based on pre-arranged interest; the Vidin in conjunction of the Trade Minister will be attending to the Themisian Ambassador. The Haize Commissar and Speaker will outreach the Ralkovians while the Commandant will be seeking Admiral Peron’s audience.

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Speaking with the Themisian Ambassador

“I’m sorry for interrupting you, Foreign Minister Franshaw but can I speak to Mr Rigas Tolomei for a moment? We have big plans, right Cecyz?” The Vidin stood a couple of feet away, brandishing his best smile.

The Trade Minister however is stiffer than she wanted, uncertain on how to react with foreigners. “It is as you said, Your Excellency. A pleasure meeting you all, honoured Themisian Delegate.”

---

A visit to Ralkovians

“Sorry for the interruption, Delegates. I am Akazy-Levet, from Haize Commissariat. May I know your stories?” The Commissar gave the Ralkovian a slight bow and his trademark business smile. He knew that the Ralkovians are highly hierarchical and thus a slight deference of status by bowing should do the trick.

His partner, the Speaker spoke after doing the same. “Good day. We from the Junta heard a couple of interesting stories from the Ralkovian Empire and thus would be honoured to make this exchange a fruitful one.”

---

Interrupting Admiral Peron

“I hope I didn’t interrupt you too much, Admiral Peron and fellow Delegates. It’s a pleasure to meet you. I am Veryz, representing Haize Armed Forces.” The Commandant simple introduction is clearly targeted at the Mokan Admiral, currently surrounded by others.

In respect of his busy appearance, the Commandant didn’t attempt to shake Peron’s hands nor come close. Veryz gave Peron a Haize customary salute to foreign military officer, with simple angled swish of right hand near the Commandant’s forehead. Hopefully the other Delegates wouldn’t mind the slightly obese Haize military representative.

[Lamoni]

After being culturally polite to the Nifonese delegate, Ambassador Rosenthal felt at least one pair of eyes on her in the room. Using the occasion of taking a drink from her glass of water (she didn't want to get drunk at such an occasion), the ambassador allowed her eyes to roam about the room without seeming to do so. It didn't take her long to see the grey clothed delegation from Haishan looking over the room as if trying to determine who they should approach. Admittedly there had not been much official interaction between the Free Republic, and Haishan's Junta, and there might not be again today, going by the determinedly set expressions on the faces of their delegation.

Sensing an opportunity to mess with the minds of a few people here, and knowing that this confrontation would happen eventually, the Lamonian ambassador seemingly glided over the floors of the room, and soon enough ended up near the Ralkovian woman, Natanya, indeed evevn within her line of sight. Having watched the Ralkovian delegation arrive, it had appeared to the ambassador that this might well be Natanya's first visit outside of the Ralkovian Empire. Even in the Ralkovian Empire, it was not well appreciated that among the refugees who had helped to create the Free Republic was a decently sizable Ralkovian population, who had settled in with the others as they had been shipwrecked on Lamonian shores, and had no means of returning to Ralkovia. Though the resulting bloodlines had been kept as pure as was possible for human genetic health, some Lamonian Ralkovians did look different from their genetic kin. In the case of the Ambassador however, from images that she had seen of the Ralkovian populace in general, she thought that her looks would allow her to blend in, approximating the kind of looks that one could find in women almost anywhere in the Ralkovian Empire. You could pass her by on the street, and not notice her, she thought.

[Castille de Italia]

"No, it's just that I bumped into you by accident," Harvey told the Nifonese delegate. "I must be going though. I do know who you are however, and if you would like to speak later this evening, I'd like to have your company," he said as he gave a smile and escorted Claudia toward some of the prominent Mokans attending the gala. However, the empty space between him and the Mokans was suddenly blocked by two Delmontese delegates who stood in front of him.

One introduced himself as the Delmontese ambassador to the Mokan Federation, then introduced the other as a Delmontese Cardinal, a religious authority of the Catholic Church, who extended his hand out as if he wanted Harvey to kiss the rings adorning the man's fingers. Harvey, familiar with the custom but not one for showing that respect, as he felt superior to all others, no matter who they were or what position they held, instead shook the mans hand, grabbing his elbow with his other hand and bringing him in for a hug of sorts. It was a brash and unconventional tactic he used to come off as arrogant, only to exemplify the personae the media had given him.

"A pleasure to meet you both, gents," Harvey said as he released the man and stepped back. He could tell by the look on both of their faces that they were astonished and a tad offended by the gesture, but Harvey did not care; he had money, a multi-billion dollar empire, women, his aviation records, numerous film projects, and all other luxuries his fame and wealth brought. "I have with me the Castillian film actress and my date for this evening, Miss Claudia Marie le Pinault," introducing the woman that had not left his side since stepping out the limousine. She gave a faint smile and did not speak.

"You boys look like you could use a drink, although I take it that liquor isn't something you indulge in Cardinal?" Harvey said as he stopped a passing waiter. "My boy, fetch the Ambassador a Mokan Baja Reposado, I would like a Deutsche Pale Ale on draft, a Cognac brandy for the dame here, and a glass Torrevere le Moussaice wine for the Cardinal."

"Now that we have refreshments coming, I'd like to know a but more about you folks. Now I know our nations haven't been really talking much in the past several years, with that national socialist business we had going on up until last year. What a shame, I knew Vaughn quite well, I had never taken him for being a coward and retreating to the Ordenite Reich," he started as the waiter returned with drinks.

"Ah, thank you my boy," Harvey told the young Mokan as the waiter disappeared. "Now I haven't really got any assets in Delmonte, I don't think. I'd have to ask my chief associate, Noam Dieter, he does all my bookkeeping and such, handling the day to day and all. I do think that TransCastillian might make flights into the country, it probably does," Harvey rambled on. "You know you ought to come to my villa in Rita Ora sometime. Beautiful place, overlooking the city and the ocean."

[Ralkovian Grand Island]

What Lies On The Surfaces
{Lamoni}

Natanya frowned for a moment as her eyes met the Lamonian ambassador, not out of anger or disgust, but mostly out of confusion. It was not that Ralkovians, taken as a whole, looked in-human, but they did look different from most other ethnic groups in the World. It was also a well-known fact that Ralkovian women were, also when taken as a whole, some of the most beautiful women in the World; the slender features, some angular and some rounder, all tended towards that of a natural femininity; of which even the men took upon a naturally softened look. Combined with the very light freckles shaped usually into the soft pattern of an hour glass across the cheeks, meeting at the bridge of the nose, gave the average Ralkovian woman a distinguished look from her female counterparts across the globe.

For Natanya, the Lamonian ambassador was striking in that she wasn't striking at all. Or perhaps that was not the best way to explain it. For Natanya, the Lamonian ambassador looked quite normal, a figure who would easily be found walking the streets of Raskovia at day. And she had no truthful explanation on why this Ralkovian women would be wearing a Lamonian Uniform.

A traitor...no that wouldn't make much sense...an immigrant...possibly

Such explanations whirled around her head as she tried to figure out this woman's possible origins.

It was then that she realized the Lamonian was staring back at her, obviously now looking at Natanya's frowning face. Natanya blushed realizing the rudeness, especially one that could be recognized by a fellow Ralkovian as such. Nervously, she gave a half-hearted smile and a slight Imperial Hail, letting her fist cover her heart similar to a Zogist Salute; the standard greeting of Ralkovians across the Empire.

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Foreign Eyes, Domestic Specters
{Haishan}

The Ralkovians were surprised at the Haishan Delegations interruption, though it was a pleasant surprise at the very least. It wasn't that the Ralkovians had expected much out coming to the gala, their reputation preceded them most everywhere they went, and generally they were avoided at most diplomatic functions, even among their own allies and fellow slaver nations. However, the very fact that the Haishan delegation approached knowing that several anti-slaver nations were among the delegates present, made them interesting to say the least.

Ralkovehy-yeh Vorakis? Zomagatzi Kilo-Frekslavzki, Lord Skrillax said, looking at his fellow Ralkovians, before looking back at the foreigners.
[Ralkovian stories? What are these annoying foreigners on about.]

Haizehy-yeh Zeletrexi Morto. Haizehy Gatcha Marshzehy, koltat Lamonzehy, kukva. Yongo! Mus Hegii," Zacharaih snorted slightly, turning to face the discomforted look of Skrillax.
[They certainly have big balls. They must know Marshites and Lamonians are here. Interesting people. We should talk.]

Hegiizak. he said, giving a stern look back to Skrillax.
[Talk.{command}]

The exchange had only lasted a few seconds between Skrillax and Zacharaih, before they turned to the Haize.

"You need not bow, though you give us great honor in doing so," Zacharaih said, giving a pleasant smile to the Haize.

"I am Lord Zacharaih Penatz, Loyal Servant of his Royal Emperor Joshua Traskovi vi Raskov II, Ruler of the Ralkovian Empire. My compatriot is Lord Skrillax Allra. We are pleased to make your acquaintance, Honorable Haize Delegate," the Ralkovian said, bring his fists together and returning a slight bow, before twisting his hands open and presenting his palms flatly to the delegation.

For the Ralkovians, who rarely even touched their own family members, let alone foreigners, this was a standard greeting, similar to a shake of the hand, and purposefully showing to the opposing group that they possessed no weapon and were friendly.

"Ask away, though if they told you we eat people, that's a blatant marshite propaganda," the Ralkovian said, giving a friendly smile.