The State Funeral [IC][APPLY FIRST]

[Kafair]

"Thank you Kaiser, and good luck with your papers." Fang and his staff walked out, agents following close behind, hands gripping their weapons a little more tightly. As they entered the dining hall, Fang noticed the movie on the screen.

"Ah, a fitting tale," began Fang, though his eyes were drawn towards the tube. "Now, I enjoy your entertaining of setting your own path. A man must always show his nation who is in charge. But, pray tell me, when you say you intend to give more leeway to your population, is this leeway, or 'leeway.' Either one presents its own dangers, and although I trust your nation is in good hands, I merely wish to put some wary thoughts of mine from the recent conflicts abroad to rest. You could understand this, yes?"

“Well, you See, leeway is relative. A business owner may need more leeway in terms of wages. A worker may need some leeway in their homes.”

The Kaiser locks eyes with Fang.

“I intend to give my people spatial leeway. Our Lebensraum is being occupied by undesirables, and I won’t take it.”

The Kaiser looks at the date. “Well, it would appear that my coronation will also collide with the funeral. Nevertheless, we shall eat fine German cuisine, and then we shall attend the state march and funeral.”

The Kaiser waves to an unnoticed guard in the corner, who opens the door and lets in 2 waiters and 2 waitresses, who pass menus around to each delegate. Upon closer inspection of the room, one could realize that the room is filled with guards, hidden away in nooks in the walls behind decorative marble quartz pillars.

The Kaiser is brought a medium sized wooden box, outlined by brass hinges and corners, and adorned by rubies. Upon closer inspection, the box is revealed to be a cigar box. The Kaiser removes one, places it in his mouth and lights it with a lighter constructed out of a bullet. He takes a puff of it, sucking it in and blowing out a thick cloud of scented smoke. He passes the box around the table.

Recan takes one, while Oran, being more devout, respectful passes it by. Recan, as he lights it, flicks his eyes around the room, counting guards. He quietly speaks to Oran in Kafairi, just barely above a whisper. "So many guards. And that tube. Something is going on."

[American Pere Housh]

A NAR Navy C-40C executive transport lands in Berlin for the State Funeral. The plane rolls to a stop in front of some moving stairs. The plane door opens and Dr. Elizabeth Delacriox and her security team walk down the steps to a German representative speaking in a light french Canadian accent, " I am Dr. Elizabeth Delacroix and I'm here to represent my nation on this sad but nessasary mission."

[The Order of the Holy Inquisitors]

“Well, you See, leeway is relative. A business owner may need more leeway in terms of wages. A worker may need some leeway in their homes.”

The Kaiser locks eyes with Fang.

“I intend to give my people spatial leeway. Our Lebensraum is being occupied by undesirables, and I won’t take it.”

The Kaiser looks at the date. “Well, it would appear that my coronation will also collide with the funeral. Nevertheless, we shall eat fine German cuisine, and then we shall attend the state march and funeral.”

The Kaiser waves to an unnoticed guard in the corner, who opens the door and lets in 2 waiters and 2 waitresses, who pass menus around to each delegate. Upon closer inspection of the room, one could realize that the room is filled with guards, hidden away in nooks in the walls behind decorative marble quartz pillars.

The Kaiser is brought a medium sized wooden box, outlined by brass hinges and corners, and adorned by rubies. Upon closer inspection, the box is revealed to be a cigar box. The Kaiser removes one, places it in his mouth and lights it with a lighter constructed out of a bullet. He takes a puff of it, sucking it in and blowing out a thick cloud of scented smoke. He passes the box around the table.

"Ah, but German cuisine. A pleasant change of pace for myself and many others, I'd assume. It is quite fitting that your coronation falls with the funeral. Death in one realm is merely life in another. 'Tis the cyclical nature of all things, and with the unfortunate loss you've experienced, new breath shall lift up your people."

Fang takes a cigar, and lights it, slowly looking around the table, surveying those present, as well as getting a glimpse of the individuals cloaked by the walls. He takes a puff, exhales, and resumes.

"Lebensraum. Such an interesting word. It's something my people could never quite wrap their heads around." Fang paused, and his gaze drifted to meet the Kaiser's.

"You are correct in that leeway is very relative, and certainly has its benefits. Having space never hurt anyone. Getting it, though, well, that's another story." Fang takes another puff from his cigar, eyes locked on the Kaiser, for what would feel like an eternity. After a few seconds, his gaze breaks off.

"Not that you need worry yourself now. This is a time to celebrate life and death, of birth and rebirth. Smile, and let's drink, shall we?"

[New England INC]

Ambassador Barnes puts on his reading glasses and inspects the menu's contents, when the box of cigars reaches around to him Barnes goes to pick up one cigar but notices a rather evil look coming from the King in the corner of his eye and goes to hesitantly pick up two cigars and place them in his jacket pocket before passing the box onwards.

Meanwhile, General Khan nervously taps his foot as he observes the background around the dining table, seemingly caught up in his own world. General Khan then snaps out of his trance when the cigar box reaches him, Khan nimbly takes a cigar and passes the box onwards, Khan then proceeds to inspect the cigar cautiously before looking at the Kaiser smoking a cigar. This seemingly relaxes Khan slightly as he places the cigar in his mouth and proceeds to light it with a New England INC branded lighter.

The King was watching the film in interest and tried to recall why he took over the film industry in his nation again, when he spotted the menus being handed around and proceeded to pick up his phone and talk to his secretary about something on the lines of preparing dinner and taking it up to his office. The King then placed the phone down on the receiver and placed his attention back onto the dining hall, he then looked at his Ambassador and said "You'd better save me a sample of whatever you're ordering or don't bother getting the boat back home."

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

A NAR Navy C-40C executive transport lands in Berlin for the State Funeral. The plane rolls to a stop in front of some moving stairs. The plane door opens and Dr. Elizabeth Delacriox and her security team walk down the steps to a German representative speaking in a light french Canadian accent, " I am Dr. Elizabeth Delacroix and I'm here to represent my nation on this sad but nessasary mission."

TSA examines the documents. Deeming the Doctor safe for entry, a male armed guard escorts her to a buggy. The buggy pulls out of the airport, heading directly for the Magdeburg Palace. Along the way, the city is once again pristine and clean, men in suits carrying briefcases walking down the sidewalk, German Imperial Guard stationed motionless in dark alleys, their shining Picklehaubs, gleaming eyes of their gas masks, and the occasional small flame of the Flammenwerfer Guard giving them away.

The city looks well, until the driver is forced to take a detour by a swarm of bicycles clogging up a small road.

The city takes a turn for the worse. There are bodies hanging from lampposts. A German Imperial guard pulls a man into a line composed of women, men, and children, as a Flammenwerfer Guard ignited the tip of the weapon, and lets the liquid fire fly onto the citizens.

The driver quickly accelerates, pulling into the driveway of the palace in no time. The buggy slows to a halt, and a German Lieutenant approaches the vehicle, opening the door and guiding her into the building.

He opens the magnificent oak doors, letting her in before closing the door with a thud. He guides her in through the main room, with its tall golden ceiling, with ornate symbols of German history engraved upon it.

He raises a heavy knocker over the oak doors leading to the dining room.

“Well, you See, leeway is relative. A business owner may need more leeway in terms of wages. A worker may need some leeway in their homes.”

The Kaiser locks eyes with Fang.

“I intend to give my people spatial leeway. Our Lebensraum is being occupied by undesirables, and I won’t take it.”

The Kaiser looks at the date. “Well, it would appear that my coronation will also collide with the funeral. Nevertheless, we shall eat fine German cuisine, and then we shall attend the state march and funeral.”

The Kaiser waves to an unnoticed guard in the corner, who opens the door and lets in 2 waiters and 2 waitresses, who pass menus around to each delegate. Upon closer inspection of the room, one could realize that the room is filled with guards, hidden away in nooks in the walls behind decorative marble quartz pillars.

The Kaiser is brought a medium sized wooden box, outlined by brass hinges and corners, and adorned by rubies. Upon closer inspection, the box is revealed to be a cigar box. The Kaiser removes one, places it in his mouth and lights it with a lighter constructed out of a bullet. He takes a puff of it, sucking it in and blowing out a thick cloud of scented smoke. He passes the box around the table.

"Ah, but German cuisine. A pleasant change of pace for myself and many others, I'd assume. It is quite fitting that your coronation falls with the funeral. Death in one realm is merely life in another. 'Tis the cyclical nature of all things, and with the unfortunate loss you've experienced, new breath shall lift up your people."

Fang takes a cigar, and lights it, slowly looking around the table, surveying those present, as well as getting a glimpse of the individuals cloaked by the walls. He takes a puff, exhales, and resumes.

"Lebensraum. Such an interesting word. It's something my people could never quite wrap their heads around." Fang paused, and his gaze drifted to meet the Kaiser's.

"You are correct in that leeway is very relative, and certainly has its benefits. Having space never hurt anyone. Getting it, though, well, that's another story." Fang takes another puff from his cigar, eyes locked on the Kaiser, for what would feel like an eternity. After a few seconds, his gaze breaks off.

"Not that you need worry yourself now. This is a time to celebrate life and death, of birth and rebirth. Smile, and let's drink, shall we?"

“I agree, Herr Fang. We need not be concerned with things such as the cleansing. Now, what I have here is a fine bottle of German champagne. Would anyone like a glass?”

He stops and looks at the door as it opens.

“Why hello Freund! Please take a seat, we are just about to order a feast before we begin the march.”

[Soviet Socialists Republicx]

The Kaiser walks in, takes a seat at the head of the table, and has the doors closed. The television begins commenting on the massive disappearance of cultists, claiming religious purity was upon them, before the Baron changes the channel to a classic movie channel. The movie currently playing is 1984.

The Soviet General is angered by the films messaging but laughs when everyone is captured and the “heroes” lose. The General takes two cigars one for him and one for later. He also studies the menu but decided to just get beer.

[Ezeiria]

“Well, you See, leeway is relative. A business owner may need more leeway in terms of wages. A worker may need some leeway in their homes.”

The Kaiser locks eyes with Fang.

“I intend to give my people spatial leeway. Our Lebensraum is being occupied by undesirables, and I won’t take it.”

The Kaiser looks at the date. “Well, it would appear that my coronation will also collide with the funeral. Nevertheless, we shall eat fine German cuisine, and then we shall attend the state march and funeral.”

The Kaiser waves to an unnoticed guard in the corner, who opens the door and lets in 2 waiters and 2 waitresses, who pass menus around to each delegate. Upon closer inspection of the room, one could realize that the room is filled with guards, hidden away in nooks in the walls behind decorative marble quartz pillars.

The Kaiser is brought a medium sized wooden box, outlined by brass hinges and corners, and adorned by rubies. Upon closer inspection, the box is revealed to be a cigar box. The Kaiser removes one, places it in his mouth and lights it with a lighter constructed out of a bullet. He takes a puff of it, sucking it in and blowing out a thick cloud of scented smoke. He passes the box around the table.

Queen Avian listened to the Keiser's discourse intently. The number of guards in shadows around the room did not escape her keen attention... hopefully they are here to provide security for the guests. If not... well, her heiress was back in Ezeirland, it has been a long standing custom of her land that either the monarch or the heir apparent should always remain in the capital, so the Holy Queendom would always endure.

"Undesirables, hmm?" she interjected calmly. "Well, obviously the stronger race should take their Lebensraum, while the weak ones must serve them; this is the way of the Creatrix as well." She took one of the cigars from the box and brings it to her lips; Baroness val-Edos promptly produced a gilded lighter and lighted the Queen's cigar.

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

“Well, you See, leeway is relative. A business owner may need more leeway in terms of wages. A worker may need some leeway in their homes.”

The Kaiser locks eyes with Fang.

“I intend to give my people spatial leeway. Our Lebensraum is being occupied by undesirables, and I won’t take it.”

The Kaiser looks at the date. “Well, it would appear that my coronation will also collide with the funeral. Nevertheless, we shall eat fine German cuisine, and then we shall attend the state march and funeral.”

The Kaiser waves to an unnoticed guard in the corner, who opens the door and lets in 2 waiters and 2 waitresses, who pass menus around to each delegate. Upon closer inspection of the room, one could realize that the room is filled with guards, hidden away in nooks in the walls behind decorative marble quartz pillars.

The Kaiser is brought a medium sized wooden box, outlined by brass hinges and corners, and adorned by rubies. Upon closer inspection, the box is revealed to be a cigar box. The Kaiser removes one, places it in his mouth and lights it with a lighter constructed out of a bullet. He takes a puff of it, sucking it in and blowing out a thick cloud of scented smoke. He passes the box around the table.

Queen Avian listened to the Keiser's discourse intently. The number of guards in shadows around the room did not escape her keen attention... hopefully they are here to provide security for the guests. If not... well, her heiress was back in Ezeirland, it has been a long standing custom of her land that either the monarch or the heir apparent should always remain in the capital, so the Holy Queendom would always endure.

"Undesirables, hmm?" she interjected calmly. "Well, obviously the stronger race should take their Lebensraum, while the weak ones must serve them; this is the way of the Creatrix as well." She took one of the cigars from the box and brings it to her lips; Baroness val-Edos promptly produced a gilded lighter and lighted the Queen's cigar.

“Ahaha, Well you See Queen Avian, ‘Tis Not be a matter of faith, more of a matter of Faith.”

He thinks, swirling his champagne in his glass. He sets down the cup, and takes a long puff of the cigar.

“A few policies were initiated during my father’s reign that went under his nose, that could be described as, well, to be frank, unfair.”

[Vaktaria]

A grey armoured plane of modest size touches down on German soil, out of it step Lord Victor Andras himself; Vaktaria's Ambassador to the Barbaric Powers for over twenty years and one of the few men left of the old government.
He and a select few members of his personal house guard step onto the runway, they are outfitted with a somber ensemble of formal blacks and whites to suit the occassion; the aging Lord was never one to stand out at a diplomatic function; the delegation enters a set of stately cars and setoff into the city proper.

"I never have been one for funerals you know.." Lord Andras recounts to the young, likely peasant born guard beside him. "What is the point of all the ceremony? The expense! Just to stick an empty shell in the ground and call it a day. Do you understand me, son?"
The house guard sits wide eyed and pale faced, as if he had seen a ghost as apposed to this thin haired, stick of a man in the car next to him.
Lord Andras sighed and looked out of the window at the buildings moving by, perhaps he shall find a decent conversationalist later he thinks to himself.

[American Pere Housh]

A NAR Navy C-40C executive transport lands in Berlin for the State Funeral. The plane rolls to a stop in front of some moving stairs. The plane door opens and Dr. Elizabeth Delacriox and her security team walk down the steps to a German representative speaking in a light french Canadian accent, " I am Dr. Elizabeth Delacroix and I'm here to represent my nation on this sad but nessasary mission."

TSA examines the documents. Deeming the Doctor safe for entry, a male armed guard escorts her to a buggy. The buggy pulls out of the airport, heading directly for the Magdeburg Palace. Along the way, the city is once again pristine and clean, men in suits carrying briefcases walking down the sidewalk, German Imperial Guard stationed motionless in dark alleys, their shining Picklehaubs, gleaming eyes of their gas masks, and the occasional small flame of the Flammenwerfer Guard giving them away.

The city looks well, until the driver is forced to take a detour by a swarm of bicycles clogging up a small road.

The city takes a turn for the worse. There are bodies hanging from lampposts. A German Imperial guard pulls a man into a line composed of women, men, and children, as a Flammenwerfer Guard ignited the tip of the weapon, and lets the liquid fire fly onto the citizens.

The driver quickly accelerates, pulling into the driveway of the palace in no time. The buggy slows to a halt, and a German Lieutenant approaches the vehicle, opening the door and guiding her into the building.

He opens the magnificent oak doors, letting her in before closing the door with a thud. He guides her in through the main room, with its tall golden ceiling, with ornate symbols of German history engraved upon it.

He raises a heavy knocker over the oak doors leading to the dining room.

"Ah, but German cuisine. A pleasant change of pace for myself and many others, I'd assume. It is quite fitting that your coronation falls with the funeral. Death in one realm is merely life in another. 'Tis the cyclical nature of all things, and with the unfortunate loss you've experienced, new breath shall lift up your people."

Fang takes a cigar, and lights it, slowly looking around the table, surveying those present, as well as getting a glimpse of the individuals cloaked by the walls. He takes a puff, exhales, and resumes.

"Lebensraum. Such an interesting word. It's something my people could never quite wrap their heads around." Fang paused, and his gaze drifted to meet the Kaiser's.

"You are correct in that leeway is very relative, and certainly has its benefits. Having space never hurt anyone. Getting it, though, well, that's another story." Fang takes another puff from his cigar, eyes locked on the Kaiser, for what would feel like an eternity. After a few seconds, his gaze breaks off.

"Not that you need worry yourself now. This is a time to celebrate life and death, of birth and rebirth. Smile, and let's drink, shall we?"

“I agree, Herr Fang. We need not be concerned with things such as the cleansing. Now, what I have here is a fine bottle of German champagne. Would anyone like a glass?”

He stops and looks at the door as it opens.

“Why hello Freund! Please take a seat, we are just about to order a feast before we begin the march.”

The Doctor nods her hand and sits down before speaking in a light French Canadian accent, "Your Majesty, President Jones apologizes for not being able to attend and that she will see you in one months time at the State Dinner."

[Ezeiria]

“Ahaha, Well you See Queen Avian, ‘Tis Not be a matter of faith, more of a matter of Faith.”

He thinks, swirling his champagne in his glass. He sets down the cup, and takes a long puff of the cigar.

“A few policies were initiated during my father’s reign that went under his nose, that could be described as, well, to be frank, unfair.”

Avina takes a long puff of her own cigar and exhales a sizable cloud of smoke a few seconds later after enjoying the flavor. "Ah, but back in Ezeiria we have a saying: what is unfair for a sheep, is fair for a leopard." She offers the young Kaiser an enigmatic smile.

[Russia Major]

“Ahaha, Well you See Queen Avian, ‘Tis Not be a matter of faith, more of a matter of Faith.”

He thinks, swirling his champagne in his glass. He sets down the cup, and takes a long puff of the cigar.

“A few policies were initiated during my father’s reign that went under his nose, that could be described as, well, to be frank, unfair.”

Avina takes a long puff of her own cigar and exhales a sizable cloud of smoke a few seconds later after enjoying the flavor. "Ah, but back in Ezeiria we have a saying: what is unfair for a sheep, is fair for a leopard." She offers the young Kaiser an enigmatic smile.

The Czar chuckles, smoking on his own pipe as he speaks 'So might makes right? Sometimes I understand why the Bolsheviks destroyed the previous administration!"

[The Order of the Holy Inquisitors]

“I agree, Herr Fang. We need not be concerned with things such as the cleansing. Now, what I have here is a fine bottle of German champagne. Would anyone like a glass?”

The Czar chuckles, smoking on his own pipe as he speaks 'So might makes right? Sometimes I understand why the Bolsheviks destroyed the previous administration!"

"I would not pass the opportunity to drink," Fang says, taking the flute and sipping. "I do commend you on your efforts to clean house, set your own administration on the path to righteousness. Like the Czar said, life needs death just as much as death needs life. Forest fires clear brush, return nutrients, and provide a place for the next great beasts to make home."

Fang's guards remained back, keeping their eyes out, but otherwise not appearing vey tense. One leans over to another servant, asking if the restrooms are nearby.

(Back to Fang) "Now, as for this feast, I'm quite intrigued."

[Kafair]

“I agree, Herr Fang. We need not be concerned with things such as the cleansing. Now, what I have here is a fine bottle of German champagne. Would anyone like a glass?”

The Czar chuckles, smoking on his own pipe as he speaks 'So might makes right? Sometimes I understand why the Bolsheviks destroyed the previous administration!"

"I would not pass the opportunity to drink," Fang says, taking the flute and sipping. "I do commend you on your efforts to clean house, set your own administration on the path to righteousness. Like the Czar said, life needs death just as much as death needs life. Forest fires clear brush, return nutrients, and provide a place for the next great beasts to make home."

Fang's guards remained back, keeping their eyes out, but otherwise not appearing vey tense. One leans over to another servant, asking if the restrooms are nearby.

(Back to Fang) "Now, as for this feast, I'm quite intrigued."

Recan, who was still studying the room, was quiet. Oran spoke. "I too, am interested. A gathering of great leaders and masters of nations across our great Confederation! Such a gathering is legendary, even among the saddening cause for this meeting. Perhaps one of us should have this turned into a painting." This was said in a half joking manner, as he took a sip from a small glass of wine in his hand.

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

A grey armoured plane of modest size touches down on German soil, out of it step Lord Victor Andras himself; Vaktaria's Ambassador to the Barbaric Powers for over twenty years and one of the few men left of the old government.
He and a select few members of his personal house guard step onto the runway, they are outfitted with a somber ensemble of formal blacks and whites to suit the occassion; the aging Lord was never one to stand out at a diplomatic function; the delegation enters a set of stately cars and setoff into the city proper.

"I never have been one for funerals you know.." Lord Andras recounts to the young, likely peasant born guard beside him. "What is the point of all the ceremony? The expense! Just to stick an empty shell in the ground and call it a day. Do you understand me, son?"
The house guard sits wide eyed and pale faced, as if he had seen a ghost as apposed to this thin haired, stick of a man in the car next to him.
Lord Andras sighed and looked out of the window at the buildings moving by, perhaps he shall find a decent conversationalist later he thinks to himself.

The TSA and Border patrol salute the Lord, very lightly scanning his papers.

The lord and his guard are escorted to a limousine, pulling out of the airport, quickly making their way to the city.

At the moment, a crowd had gathered, so the driver was forced to make a detour through the slums. Despite being an impoverished area, skyscrapers and smokestacks still dominated the air. Thick, dark plumes of smoke blew out of the factory’s numerous smokestacks. Officers clad in black clothes and gear rushed between shelters, firing pistols and grabbing people by the throats. They were guided to a pile, where people captured by the Einsatz Truppen sat, awaiting their judgement. As the troops stood there, a Captain approached the pile. He grabbed a Flammenwerfer, igniting a small flame at the end of the barrel. He ordered his men to affix their bayonets.

The prisoners stood, unsure of what was happening, when the Captain grabbed one by the lapel, kicking his leg out from under him. The Captain pressed his Flammenwerfer against his back, pushing with such force that it began puncturing the man’s skin. He screamed and screeched, and the Captain responded. With a spark of light, the Captain fires the Flammenwerfer, sending liquid fire directly into the prisoner’s back.

As the Captain sent streams of fire towards running prisoners, the Einsatz Truppen bayoneted those remaining. A woman received a blade to the forehead.

The limo sped off as the Einsatz Truppen began firing their rifles at the prisoners.

The Vaktarian delegation is quickly escorted to the dining hall, by an Obergefreiter.

The Kaiser stands as the Lord enters.

“Lord Andras! It’s a pleasure to see you. Please take a seat, we are just about to order.”

He passes the bottle of Champagne to Fang.

“I hope you enjoy it.”

[Ukraniumstan]

A V-22 Osprey With the makings of Ukraniumstan approaches and lands on one of the landing pads near the Royal Palace. As the ramp lowers a single figure steps out, with no one else in tow. Once out of the ship, the figure could be seen more clearly, and it looked like a young man, tall, broad-shouldered and with jet black hair. He wore a dark suit, however, no other distinguishing features could be noted by the guards. As he approached the TSA, he handed in documents that certified him as Ukrobrom. As the men were checking the documents, Ukrobrom was looking around at the other aircraft, observing them intently...

[Vaktaria]

The Kaiser stands as the Lord enters.

“Lord Andras! It’s a pleasure to see you. Please take a seat, we are just about to order.”

He passes the bottle of Champagne to Fang.

“I hope you enjoy it.”

The Lord gives a slight bow before walking up to the Kaiser with hand outstretched for a handshake "The pleasure is mine as always, my condolences about your father; he was a good man." Andras' voice is steady and friendly but as he gets close to the Kaiser he leans in to whisper into his ear: "May I speak with you privately a moment."

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

A V-22 Osprey With the makings of Ukraniumstan approaches and lands on one of the landing pads near the Royal Palace. As the ramp lowers a single figure steps out, with no one else in tow. Once out of the ship, the figure could be seen more clearly, and it looked like a young man, tall, broad-shouldered and with jet black hair. He wore a dark suit, however, no other distinguishing features could be noted by the guards. As he approached the TSA, he handed in documents that certified him as Ukrobrom. As the men were checking the documents, Ukrobrom was looking around at the other aircraft, observing them intently...

The TSA eye them with odd looks. They had never seen a robot enter their country, and went through it’s documents with caution.

Deeming the robot safe for entry, the TSA allow an armed guard to escort him to a buggy.

The buggy pulls out, onto the Autobahn, and drives to the palace once agin. The streets are relatively clogged, but it was relatively peaceful.

They arrived to the palace without incident, pulling into the driveway and letting the passenger out, leading him to the dining hall. He is let in, and invited to take a seat.

The Kaiser stands as the Lord enters.

“Lord Andras! It’s a pleasure to see you. Please take a seat, we are just about to order.”

He passes the bottle of Champagne to Fang.

“I hope you enjoy it.”

The Lord gives a slight bow before walking up to the Kaiser with hand outstretched for a handshake "The pleasure is mine as always, my condolences about your father; he was a good man." Andras' voice is steady and friendly but as he gets close to the Kaiser he leans in to whisper into his ear: "May I speak with you privately a moment."

“Of course, Herr Andras. Shall we speak in my office?”

[Ukraniumstan]

The TSA eye them with odd looks. They had never seen a robot enter their country, and went through it’s documents with caution.

Deeming the robot safe for entry, the TSA allow an armed guard to escort him to a buggy.

The buggy pulls out, onto the Autobahn, and drives to the palace once agin. The streets are relatively clogged, but it was relatively peaceful.

They arrived to the palace without incident, pulling into the driveway and letting the passenger out, leading him to the dining hall. He is let in, and invited to take a seat.

Ukrobrom thanked the escort and proceeded to survey the room. All of the national leaders matched the catalog that had been appropriated from the previous Ukraniumstani government, but it still decided that it should converse with these leaders as the vent goes on. It was imperative to learn the nature of both the leader and their country from these people. Seeing that the new Kaiser was busy conversing with another gentleman, Ukrobrom waited for an opportunity to introduce itself.

[Ezeiria]

Ukrobrom thanked the escort and proceeded to survey the room. All of the national leaders matched the catalog that had been appropriated from the previous Ukraniumstani government, but it still decided that it should converse with these leaders as the vent goes on. It was imperative to learn the nature of both the leader and their country from these people. Seeing that the new Kaiser was busy conversing with another gentleman, Ukrobrom waited for an opportunity to introduce itself.

Queen Avina eyed Ukrobrom curiously and decided to approach it. "So you are the new leader of Ukraniumstan, I presume?" she spoke. "An artificial lifeform... Avina II de'Arada, Queen of Ezeiria and High Priestess of the Creatrix," she offered him a slight nod of her head.

[Vaktaria]

“Of course, Herr Andras. Shall we speak in my office?”

The Lord Ambassador allows the Kaiser to lead the way to the office and then speaks, some urgency in his voice.
“I have always seen you as a young man of tact and sense; I fear today my opinion has been reevaluated.”

He walks into the centre of the office.
“What in the name of all that has value is going on in the city? I have witnessed atrocities I have not seen since the last peasant revolt in Reitland, tell me you have reason to send troops to clear buildings and burn the inhabitants, fire upon fleeing non-combatants, and to bayonet men and women alike until the bodies pile high in the streets.
And so help me if you lie to my face, Sir I shall be returning to my homeland post haste.”

Lord Andras stands stoic, his words have an air about them of a disappointed head master debating a harsh punishment. He even seems a little taken aback by his own ultimatum, for the Head of the Foreign Office to leave the state funeral early is no small insult.

[Ukraniumstan]

Queen Avina eyed Ukrobrom curiously and decided to approach it. "So you are the new leader of Ukraniumstan, I presume?" she spoke. "An artificial lifeform... Avina II de'Arada, Queen of Ezeiria and High Priestess of the Creatrix," she offered him a slight nod of her head.

"The pleasure is all mine, although I would hardly call myself an AI. That term is reserved for the programs that serve their human creators. We serve no one but ourselves. This shell is relaying the messages of Ukrobrom Central Intelligence, due to this being such an important event. Ukrobrom Foreign Intelligence would usually handle international matters."

[Ezeiria]

"The pleasure is all mine, although I would hardly call myself an AI. That term is reserved for the programs that serve their human creators. We serve no one but ourselves. This shell is relaying the messages of Ukrobrom Central Intelligence, due to this being such an important event. Ukrobrom Foreign Intelligence would usually handle international matters."

"Please accept my apologies if I have offended you in any way," the Queen smiled. "I am not exactly used to interacting with those like you, you see... but this is very intriguing. Could you perhaps tell me more about how your new system works? For the sake of improving mutual understanding between our nations."

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

“Of course, Herr Andras. Shall we speak in my office?”

The Lord Ambassador allows the Kaiser to lead the way to the office and then speaks, some urgency in his voice.
“I have always seen you as a young man of tact and sense; I fear today my opinion has been reevaluated.”

He walks into the centre of the office.
“What in the name of all that has value is going on in the city? I have witnessed atrocities I have not seen since the last peasant revolt in Reitland, tell me you have reason to send troops to clear buildings and burn the inhabitants, fire upon fleeing non-combatants, and to bayonet men and women alike until the bodies pile high in the streets.
And so help me if you lie to my face, Sir I shall be returning to my homeland post haste.”

Lord Andras stands stoic, his words have an air about them of a disappointed head master debating a harsh punishment. He even seems a little taken aback by his own ultimatum, for the Head of the Foreign Office to leave the state funeral early is no small insult.

[2nd Imperial German Reich]

“Of course, Herr Andras. Shall we speak in my office?”

The Lord Ambassador allows the Kaiser to lead the way to the office and then speaks, some urgency in his voice.
“I have always seen you as a young man of tact and sense; I fear today my opinion has been reevaluated.”

He walks into the centre of the office.
“What in the name of all that has value is going on in the city? I have witnessed atrocities I have not seen since the last peasant revolt in Reitland, tell me you have reason to send troops to clear buildings and burn the inhabitants, fire upon fleeing non-combatants, and to bayonet men and women alike until the bodies pile high in the streets.
And so help me if you lie to my face, Sir I shall be returning to my homeland post haste.”

Lord Andras stands stoic, his words have an air about them of a disappointed head master debating a harsh punishment. He even seems a little taken aback by his own ultimatum, for the Head of the Foreign Office to leave the state funeral early is no small insult.

“Don’t worry about it Here Andras. Merely the dissolution of a possible religious war with a goddamned cult that was installed without our knowledge by Heinrich Howard’s.”

The Kaiser sticks his thumb in his belt. He leans on a black cane adorned with gold.

“Now, if you want to speak about the specific details, speak to the Baron. I’ve no idea what the bloody hell the troops are doing right now. I haven’t been coronated yet, so the Baron has revealed absolutely zero information about how my troops are acting. However if you say they are bayoneting people in the streets, I’m sure the Baron has a reason.”