The Crowning of Petra Juhasz IC

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Tristan Guillot, tall and slender, marched to the reception hall. He ordered a hot black coffee with 5 espresso shots, taking it down in only a few sips. He goes to the bathroom and washes his face, coming out refreshed. He looked for someone to speak with, his guards around him.

Tristan looking around can find crowds of people, in specific were the two Szpada they meant previously who were sitting down at a nearby table, having some drinks together. Nearby was Stefan Juhasz talking to Dzmitre Angyal, the two seem to be in some sort of deep conversation. Then lastly there's Marshall Ayazan who can be seen sitting alone looking at a piece of paper of some sort very intensely. As well nearby is Prince Orian of Sombreland speaking with the newly crowned Ceszarist.

[Sombreland]

Petra felt a little more comfortable, given his tone and demeanor. She looks toward the saber as he pointed it out, she then grabs onto it with the sheath still attached, to let him see the engravings.

Petra: "Why I'm glad you ask, this is well, what we call a szostrze. To foreigners, it may be hard to pronounce but this blade originates all the way back to when Lisamia was first founded. We used materials from the nearby Eastern mountains near Satsurika in order to forge them. For centuries we have used them for the use of combat. By the time we began getting gunpowder weapons, however, they became the last resort and were the least effective weapons at our disposal. By the time the 1900s rolled around the blades were really only given to our military officers and other government officials for use in combat or for ceremonial purposes. The blade you see before you were once my mothers, she cared dearly for it, because it once belonged to my grandfather. When he passed it was given to her, and so when she had passed she gave it to me. If I really wanted to, I could've just made a szostrze out of pure gold, and not even then would it be worth as much as the blade you see before me. It is special to me, and as long as I stand and live I will live by this blade, as my mother had done before me.

After getting done talking she then put her back in place on her side. Giving a soft smile afterward, and a slight chuckle.

Petra: "Heh... Apologies... That last part sounded a bit corny. It's also just nice to see people have an interest in such things as my blade. I appreciate it a lot seriously."

"Well, it is a thing of beauty, Majesty," said Prince Dorian with a warm smile. "There is a history, and it is important to preserve it! For tradition and history are what bind a people together, give them common cause and respect for one another, and for their leaders. That you bear it, as you say, as your mother before you did, is exemplary.

"I do not think it...what did you say...corny? Rhanno?"

"A phrase meaning common and perhaps sentimental, sir," Rhanno said, before withdrawing with a deep bow.

"Hardly! Hardly! Madame, it is not corny at all. It is splendid. But forgive me...I hope I am not taking up too much of your time..." said Prince Dorian. At that moment, he noticed Laura Ortiz and said, "Ah...the President of Gonswanza...Laura Ortiz. Are you familiar with her?"

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Petra felt a little more comfortable, given his tone and demeanor. She looks toward the saber as he pointed it out, she then grabs onto it with the sheath still attached, to let him see the engravings.

Petra: "Why I'm glad you ask, this is well, what we call a szostrze. To foreigners, it may be hard to pronounce but this blade originates all the way back to when Lisamia was first founded. We used materials from the nearby Eastern mountains near Satsurika in order to forge them. For centuries we have used them for the use of combat. By the time we began getting gunpowder weapons, however, they became the last resort and were the least effective weapons at our disposal. By the time the 1900s rolled around the blades were really only given to our military officers and other government officials for use in combat or for ceremonial purposes. The blade you see before you were once my mothers, she cared dearly for it, because it once belonged to my grandfather. When he passed it was given to her, and so when she had passed she gave it to me. If I really wanted to, I could've just made a szostrze out of pure gold, and not even then would it be worth as much as the blade you see before me. It is special to me, and as long as I stand and live I will live by this blade, as my mother had done before me.

After getting done talking she then put her back in place on her side. Giving a soft smile afterward, and a slight chuckle.

Petra: "Heh... Apologies... That last part sounded a bit corny. It's also just nice to see people have an interest in such things as my blade. I appreciate it a lot seriously."

"Well, it is a thing of beauty, Majesty," said Prince Dorian with a warm smile. "There is a history, and it is important to preserve it! For tradition and history are what bind a people together, give them common cause and respect for one another, and for their leaders. That you bear it, as you say, as your mother before you did, is exemplary.

"I do not think it...what did you say...corny? Rhanno?"

"A phrase meaning common and perhaps sentimental, sir," Rhanno said, before withdrawing with a deep bow.

"Hardly! Hardly! Madame, it is not corny at all. It is splendid. But forgive me...I hope I am not taking up too much of your time..." said Prince Dorian. At that moment, he noticed Laura Ortiz and said, "Ah...the President of Gonswanza...Laura Ortiz. Are you familiar with her?"

Petra glances over towards the president, and for a moment her smile fades a bit before shaking her a bit.

Petra: "You are too kind sir, you really are. I'm afraid I have not had a single interaction with her yet. Recently though I am familiar with certain situations that have fallen in Nanking. I don't really know how to feel about it, though I guess that she seems to be waiting for our conversation to be done I suppose. As for taking up my time, I believe that exchanging words has been very amazing, to be able to talk to other monarchs that share the same point of view as one another has helped me a lot, I have had anxiety about this whole ceremony from the start. Thanks to your exchange I feel a lot more at ease and for that, I wish we could talk more. I do have to say that I'm gonna have to cut our conversation short at the moment. Please, maybe we can talk another time after this? I believe this can be the start of something amazing not only to both our nations but a newly aquired friendship."

Petra then bows as a sign of respect, just before excusing herself to talk with other guests. As she walks away she waves toward him before making her way toward Oritiz who seems to be bothered by the guards who seem to be bickering with her.

[South Olpen]

Tristan Guillot, tall and slender, marched to the reception hall. He ordered a hot black coffee with 5 espresso shots, taking it down in only a few sips. He goes to the bathroom and washes his face, coming out refreshed. He looked for someone to speak with, his guards around him.

Tristan looking around can find crowds of people, in specific were the two Szpada they meant previously who were sitting down at a nearby table, having some drinks together. Nearby was Stefan Juhasz talking to Dzmitre Angyal, the two seem to be in some sort of deep conversation. Then lastly there's Marshall Ayazan who can be seen sitting alone looking at a piece of paper of some sort very intensely. As well nearby is Prince Orian of Sombreland speaking with the newly crowned Ceszarist.

Tristan, sensing something was off about the two agents he met earlier, decided to shuffle over to the Ceszarist. He did not know who Prince Orian was, but he waited for a pause and introduced himself.

"Your Majesty. I thank you profusely for allowing me to attend. As I mentioned to your agents, I apologise that Le Dictateur could not attend."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Tristan looking around can find crowds of people, in specific were the two Szpada they meant previously who were sitting down at a nearby table, having some drinks together. Nearby was Stefan Juhasz talking to Dzmitre Angyal, the two seem to be in some sort of deep conversation. Then lastly there's Marshall Ayazan who can be seen sitting alone looking at a piece of paper of some sort very intensely. As well nearby is Prince Orian of Sombreland speaking with the newly crowned Ceszarist.

Tristan, sensing something was off about the two agents he met earlier, decided to shuffle over to the Ceszarist. He did not know who Prince Orian was, but he waited for a pause and introduced himself.

"Your Majesty. I thank you profusely for allowing me to attend. As I mentioned to your agents, I apologise that Le Dictateur could not attend."

Petra as she was walking, Tristan came into view. In a way, she was confused because she hasn't meant him before. She stops for a moment, when he did mention Le Dictateur that's when she realized that there from Olpen. She kept up her guard, considering the track history of what the unity party is done.

Petra: "Le Dictateur you say? Say you must be from Olpen then huh? Well, the pleasure is all mine, I am happy that you were able to actually attend the ceremony. If I may, can I ask for your name, please? I apologize as I'm not the best at names."

[National Unity Party]

Tristan, sensing something was off about the two agents he met earlier, decided to shuffle over to the Ceszarist. He did not know who Prince Orian was, but he waited for a pause and introduced himself.

"Your Majesty. I thank you profusely for allowing me to attend. As I mentioned to your agents, I apologise that Le Dictateur could not attend."

Petra as she was walking, Tristan came into view. In a way, she was confused because she hasn't meant him before. She stops for a moment, when he did mention Le Dictateur that's when she realized that there from Olpen. She kept up her guard, considering the track history of what the unity party is done.

Petra: "Le Dictateur you say? Say you must be from Olpen then huh? Well, the pleasure is all mine, I am happy that you were able to actually attend the ceremony. If I may, can I ask for your name, please? I apologize as I'm not the best at names."

"Yes, your Majesty. I thank you for your compliments, though rest assured the pleasure is mine. I am Tristan Guillot, the Party's Press Secretary and Le Dictateur's," he thought about what he was gonna say, but when thinking of her vows decided not to say it, "close friend."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Petra as she was walking, Tristan came into view. In a way, she was confused because she hasn't meant him before. She stops for a moment, when he did mention Le Dictateur that's when she realized that there from Olpen. She kept up her guard, considering the track history of what the unity party is done.

Petra: "Le Dictateur you say? Say you must be from Olpen then huh? Well, the pleasure is all mine, I am happy that you were able to actually attend the ceremony. If I may, can I ask for your name, please? I apologize as I'm not the best at names."

"Yes, your Majesty. I thank you for your compliments, though rest assured the pleasure is mine. I am Tristan Guillot, the Party's Press Secretary and Le Dictateur's," he thought about what he was gonna say, but when thinking of her vows decided not to say it, "close friend."

Petra: "It's a pleasure to meet you Guillot, I hope everything went swell as you were on your way here. No problems I presume from security or anyone for the matter?"

She was curious, did Ayazan allow these people to enter on purpose? A side of her wanted to trust them but then looking back at the whole hostage situation that's the only thing keeping her from fully trusting the unity party's presence here at the reception hall.

[National Unity Party]

"Yes, your Majesty. I thank you for your compliments, though rest assured the pleasure is mine. I am Tristan Guillot, the Party's Press Secretary and Le Dictateur's," he thought about what he was gonna say, but when thinking of her vows decided not to say it, "close friend."

Petra: "It's a pleasure to meet you Guillot, I hope everything went swell as you were on your way here. No problems I presume from security or anyone for the matter?"

She was curious, did Ayazan allow these people to enter on purpose? A side of her wanted to trust them but then looking back at the whole hostage situation that's the only thing keeping her from fully trusting the unity party's presence here at the reception hall.

"No, your Majesty, not in your state. We are excited to work with the Commonwealth when the Party become the leaders of Olpen. Your nation is strong and proud, a true model for the new age of Empire."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Petra: "It's a pleasure to meet you Guillot, I hope everything went swell as you were on your way here. No problems I presume from security or anyone for the matter?"

She was curious, did Ayazan allow these people to enter on purpose? A side of her wanted to trust them but then looking back at the whole hostage situation that's the only thing keeping her from fully trusting the unity party's presence here at the reception hall.

"No, your Majesty, not in your state. We are excited to work with the Commonwealth when the Party become the leaders of Olpen. Your nation is strong and proud, a true model for the new age of Empire."

Petra: "Well I must say it is admirable to hold such ambition and for someone to speak highly of our nation as well. For that, you have my gratitude. I must ask what are your possible plans for the future? Your party that is, what are your hopes for the future of your nation, and what exactly do you wish to do with my nation?"

[Gonswanza]

Ortiz's own guards seem to eye the fireteam rather oddly from under their goggles, having donned balaclavas and goggles in place of the proper helmet given that this was a more formal party. Yet they retained the same androgynous armor, which made them look more like ninjas that were heavily armed.

In any case, Laura Ortiz seems surprised, twisting her face into that of suspicion and confusion, before she lets it go and relaxes herself upon hearing that they were now under her command. With a gesture, the PSG surrounding her move out to keep a gap between themselves and herself.

"Follow me, keep an eye out for any hostile parties. Notably the ones from Sombreland... While I have picked up hostile letters from them and livid demands, I suspect they could just as easily jump at an open chance to strike me down. Especially when they could do so and claim it to be righteous and just given their barbaric views and customs. Aside from that, if you spot anyone as pale as death, almost zombie-like, shoot them on sight. Those disgusting sub-human rebels calling themselves the "Forgotten" are more than eager to have my head, even more so than those from nations that wish to oppose my righteous rule. Walk with my guards, if they fire upon someone, give them support. Engage any and all hostile targets within sight. Do not care for permission to fire, because that moment of hesitation will cost you or I or us both our lives."

A simple, direct order, delivered with a stiff face, a stiff tone, and an equally stiff stature, as the former commander spoke to her newly arrived loyal little soldiers. Yet, she would simply dismiss them to carry on with their mission given a single word, before she attempts to wade through the bodies to get at Petra, only to keep her distance as she was occupied.

Well, won't this get interesting... Even as Laura Ortiz herself was floating around nearby, like a shadow, waiting to sweep in upon her next victim.

The group looked at each other after being given some very bizarre, yet specific orders. It kinda caught Christofen off guard, though he felt annoyed feeling the person in front of them has any right to talk about others as being sub-human

Christofen: "With all due respect madam, spitting your rants out, I should've mentioned is the one thing that doesn't come in the protection pack. That said, however, protection does. You need other things such as fetching drinks, food or even reading a bedtime story to you. We'll be able to do so, just don't spit your manifesto to us is all we ask."

That all said, Christofen signaled the group to follow the orders given and begin the operation of protecting the President in case of an attack.

Laura chuckles to the response, though she soon shows the mugshots of the duo that shot her, previously. They were hung, justly, of course. Yet their faces looked awful, their skin as well. Pale as death, hair falling off their peeling scalps, eyes bloodshot as one of them had the skin on their cheek missing. The other one had an eyeball missing, the socket full of rot. They didn't look at all like people, more so like corpses.

"Then I suggest you check this out if you so think I'm ranting. I was being serious. They could be anywhere, of course, waiting to strike from the shadows. And I'd be the target. So again, if you spot one, kill them on sight. Do not give them a proper burial. Let their name be erased from history."

With that aside, she puts the photos away, tucked into her suit, as she simply hangs around, open for anyone else to approach her. Literally. Yet, she'd spot out the rep from the National Unity Part (NUP), raising an eyebrow as she ushers over one of her own guards. After a small amount of conversation, she's made her mind, walking over to try to talk with Petra and the stranger.

Keyword... Try.

Yet something in her desired violence, wanting her to just stand stiff before breaking someone. A bit strange, but not exactly welcome here.

[Kingdom Of The UN]

The group looked at each other after being given some very bizarre, yet specific orders. It kinda caught Christofen off guard, though he felt annoyed feeling the person in front of them has any right to talk about others as being sub-human

Christofen: "With all due respect madam, spitting your rants out, I should've mentioned is the one thing that doesn't come in the protection pack. That said, however, protection does. You need other things such as fetching drinks, food or even reading a bedtime story to you. We'll be able to do so, just don't spit your manifesto to us is all we ask."

That all said, Christofen signaled the group to follow the orders given and begin the operation of protecting the President in case of an attack.

Laura chuckles to the response, though she soon shows the mugshots of the duo that shot her, previously. They were hung, justly, of course. Yet their faces looked awful, their skin as well. Pale as death, hair falling off their peeling scalps, eyes bloodshot as one of them had the skin on their cheek missing. The other one had an eyeball missing, the socket full of rot. They didn't look at all like people, more so like corpses.

"Then I suggest you check this out if you so think I'm ranting. I was being serious. They could be anywhere, of course, waiting to strike from the shadows. And I'd be the target. So again, if you spot one, kill them on sight. Do not give them a proper burial. Let their name be erased from history."

With that aside, she puts the photos away, tucked into her suit, as she simply hangs around, open for anyone else to approach her. Literally. Yet, she'd spot out the rep from the National Unity Part (NUP), raising an eyebrow as she ushers over one of her own guards. After a small amount of conversation, she's made her mind, walking over to try to talk with Petra and the stranger.

Keyword... Try.

Yet something in her desired violence, wanting her to just stand stiff before breaking someone. A bit strange, but not exactly welcome here.

Seeing Ortiz coming over she immediately felt the "Ah, so this is happening" feeling suddenly.

Petra: "I'm afraid I must cut this short as it would appear I have a lot of other people to talk with at the moment. Thank you for your time of course."

Petra bows as a sign of respect and then walks over to Ortiz, she would walk over and meet with her for a moment before beginning to talk with her

Petra: "I see you have meant Ayazan's guards. By the looks of it, they seem quite happy and motivated in their job of protecting you by the looks."

Petra looks over to Christofen who looks even more disgusted than he did before. Judging by his look she must have said or done something to react like that.

Petra: "Anyways, that aside I appreciate you attending this crowning. I will say it has been a great honor in having someone who is not a representative but an actual leader come and witness the ceremony."

[Gonswanza]

"Of course, of course. The tradition does appear a bit strange to me, but the procession went without a hitch. So congratulations on that behalf. I was hoping to ask, however, if perhaps Gonswanzan arms manufacturers could offer their products to you? If not the automotive sector, at least. Just something that has been digging at my mind for a while now, among other things..."

A simple response that may be a bit direct, but then again, when was she not direct in person?

[Kingdom Of The UN]

"Of course, of course. The tradition does appear a bit strange to me, but the procession went without a hitch. So congratulations on that behalf. I was hoping to ask, however, if perhaps Gonswanzan arms manufacturers could offer their products to you? If not the automotive sector, at least. Just something that has been digging at my mind for a while now, among other things..."

A simple response that may be a bit direct, but then again, when was she not direct in person?

Petra: “straight to business, I like that. I do say that I like those who are straight to the point. When it does come to arms manufacturing what do you have in mind? I have over heard things such as those combat suits that have my attention. To be fair we would prefer having some rivals and challenges in the automobile sector, as LDM hasn’t had a proper challenge since Japanese companies came here.”

She wasn’t really much of the person to talk to considering the monarchy didn’t have much to do in governmental affairs. Though she might as well go to Ayazan about it and he could make that final decision later.

[New Georgia and the North Pacific]

The Vice-Councillor flitted around the room, talking to representatives about trade deals as he went.
He noticed a few allied nations, and continued to move to the front, hoping to talk to, and congratulate Her Majesty.

His phone went off.

“Goddamnit, what do they want?”

[Janpia]

Though of course, Rep. Stevreschka can't just stand idle. Looking at the people around him, he was quite piqued or curious with the Olpenese representative, given that they called themselves fascist, but by the Party's political criteria, they are nothing more than neo-liberals, which Stevreschka regarded as fascist enablers. He chucked in his cane and approached Tristan.

Rep. Stevreschka:"I believe we haven't met, miss... Tristan wasn't it? I would say that I am quite curious as to whom you represent. Regardless, it's a shame for me to not formally greet myself. I am Rep. Stevreschka, a member of the Janpian Diplomatic Corps. You may call me Stev, as a nickname of sorts"

Stev smiled as reached out his hands for a handshake, with his other hand holding the cane on his back. He stood there in an elegant and cultured manner. Given that he is a representative of Janpia, and a high ranking member of the Corps after all.

[Sons of Liberty]

Bishop began walking back to sit. When he sat down he recieved an urgent phone call. It was one of his friends. His name is Mikov.

Bishop: "What is it?"

Mikov: "Bishop... We made some success on the mars mission... But one thing."

Bishop: "Come on... Spit out? Cat got your tongue."

Mikov: "We found weird things on the planet you might want to see this... I will send it to you."

Mikov Sent Bishop a video of an alien.... Tall, Black, it's was acting like a savage. Bishop's phone audio was loud so he lowered it, He lowered his phone looking around he got up walking backwards he told his guards to follow him. He found an unoccupied room so he asked his officer and his guards to not allow anyone inside..... Well.... It wasn't actually an alien... He sent him video of a woman getting it by a black man.

Bishop: "MIKOV! You.... Fucker.... Don't do this shit again."

Mikov: "Hahahahaha! The Way you sound right now.... How is the party my friend."

Bishop: "Seriously Mikov... Don't do this. It's not funny... It's not a party it's some crowning."

Mikov: "Hmm? Who is it?'

Bishop: "The Crowning of Petra Juhasz..."

Mikov: "Sounds interesting! Let me know what happens... Got to go now. Don't forget to record it."

Michael Bishop closed to phone cursing on Mikov he left the room and his guards followed him.. He sat down still looking around the place and praying nobody heard the video. "Fucking Mikov...."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Everything was still such a blur, it didn't feel real at all. Battered and bruised Farkas slowly opened his eyes looking directly up at the setting sun, as he began to regain his consciousness, he started to feel sharp pains hit him instantly around his body. He began coughing, and tried to get back up but stumbled around a few times. He was only able to get up when using the wall to support himself from standing. He took a moment to gather himself, feeling if he moved and was too hasty he would be back down on the ground. As he stood there recovering he began to remember the fight that went down, remembering the moves, the feeling, and mostly that face.

Farkas: "He... Should've died, there was nothing to recover...."

Farkas began limping all the way toward the fire exit, as he got to the exit, he used the wall and railing to support him. Everytime he moved it felt as if the next step would've been his last, he however continued to press on for the sake of either finding him or getting someone. Farkas managed to get to the part of the fire exit where the latter was at, he began climbing down the latter, which had been a few feet from the ground. He then let go of the latter and fell as he hit the ground, he layed there for a moment before crawling towards the near by wall to rest on it. He felt dizzy and slowly drifted off for a moment.

???: "Captain Farkas!"

He once more began to slowly open his eyes as he looked to his left to see a nearby patrol. They seemed to be the same damned fools searching for the intruder. They luckly stumbled across him instead. Each of them ran towards Farkas, some securing the perimeter as one of them goes to check on Farkas.

???: "Can someone call in a medivac he's battered to shit for christ's sake!"

???: "Stay with me, Captain! We got help on the way!"

Farkas: "D-does... Your radio... W-w-work..."

???: "Y-yes sir."

Farkas: "Tell'em, he's coming...... Hell... tell Nikita that he's already inflitrated the crowning at this moment."

The Palace, Old Town District, Satsurika

Ayazan can be seen at a table admiring the little piece of paper he ended up snagging from Oritz. He looked fascinated by it almost. Nearby Nikita can be seen rushing towards Ayazan with urgency on the line. As she got to him she imminently called out to him.

Nikita: "Ayazan! This is urg-"

Nikita suddenly noticed Ayazan's fascination with the said paper. She couldn't help but feel annoyed by the Marshall. However now was not the time for this. Nikita grabbed a hold of Ayazan and took him to somewhere more private where that no one can hear them.

Ayazan: "Hey what the hell is the big idea Nikita, I was... Looking over an important document..."

Nikita: "Now is not the time Ayazan, we got a problem."

Ayazan: "What is it this time?"

Nikita: "Farkas has been.... found beaten, he could barely move."

Ayazan was taken aback by the news, this person, this individual is really capable of taking on Farkas? For a moment Ayazan didn't want to believe it

Ayazan: "Ha, you know Nikita I know we are friends and all. This however is a funny prank, I mean come on. Is this the part where you tell me Farkas has captured him and now is handling the situation right?"

Nikita getting frustrated snapped at Ayazan for his ignorance

Nikita: "Ayazan get your head out yer ass and listen! This is serious as ever! Farkas is in critical condition, and he said that hes on his way.... No, he could be here already here...."

Ayazan had no idea what to think of this situation, why is this happening? Why is the whole of Lisamia's best struggling to take down one guy? Is he even human?

Ayazan: "That's it, we need to secure the area now, have any security personnel cover the area imminently, I want our guest's ID immediately. No exceptions! Anyone not presenting either an invitation or identification will be arrested immediately! Resistance will lead to further violent action. As our Ceszarist makes sure that security immediately goes and protects her imminently. I have a feeling this bastard's not here for us if he's left Farkas in critical condition."

Nikita: "On it imminently!"

Nikita rushed out as Ayazan contemplated, the situation at hand. Security in the reception hall was scrambling around. Looking at guests' IDs and invitations. While other guards began to stay on watch around the area to secure it. Meanwhile, the intruder slipped through a vent that lead into the reception hall bathroom. He would then grab a bag where he would now be getting dressed for the occasion. He had ended up stealing a poor bastard's suit and tie before coming here. He ended up taking off his jacket for the neat clothing, He then began washing his face and hands which had become partly bloody. After washing his face and hands he would put on a newer nicer pair of gloves, finishing up by doing his tie. Lastly, he would look into his bag and see that he's forgetting the eye patch. Grabbing the eye patch he then puts it on his left eye. It was nice putting it on as it stopped him for the most part from seeing the hallucinations and kept the voices quieter. He felt a little more unnerved. He made sure to stash his bag with his items away so no one could find them.

???: "Welp, Nothin like home comin huh?"

With that the man made his way outside into the reception hall, where he would try to blend in with the rest of the guests. His first target, our majesty herself. Petra Juhasz.

[Gonswanza]

"Of course, of course. The tradition does appear a bit strange to me, but the procession went without a hitch. So congratulations on that behalf. I was hoping to ask, however, if perhaps Gonswanzan arms manufacturers could offer their products to you? If not the automotive sector, at least. Just something that has been digging at my mind for a while now, among other things..."

A simple response that may be a bit direct, but then again, when was she not direct in person?

Petra: “straight to business, I like that. I do say that I like those who are straight to the point. When it does come to arms manufacturing what do you have in mind? I have over heard things such as those combat suits that have my attention. To be fair we would prefer having some rivals and challenges in the automobile sector, as LDM hasn’t had a proper challenge since Japanese companies came here.”

She wasn’t really much of the person to talk to considering the monarchy didn’t have much to do in governmental affairs. Though she might as well go to Ayazan about it and he could make that final decision later.

"Well, I was thinking that perhaps we could produce the far smaller and simpler Trumpet MBTs here, even offer an export variant exclusively for the Lismanian army to employ. It's not exactly the hardiest of tanks, as it is rather light, but it can easily navigate rough terrain and hold speed for rapid fire and maneuver tactics. That, paired with PDW-75s and Field Pistols. But I could gladly offer BAE armor as well, for a price. Even if my government and companies would be paying for land and using locals, it won't fully offset the price of the export armor. Considered the best of what KTO has to offer, however, it's well worth every Donar!"

She seems to smile from that last bit, like a demon. Everything about her was dripping wet with poison, the tendrils of her influence ready to stab into yet another ally, pulling them into a corrupt allegiance to stand with them, rather than attempt to destroy them through such feeble and useless gestures and bickering.

"However, for motor vehicles, Gonswanzan Standard Motors does offer plenty of heavy duty vehicles and off-road transportation, along with logistics vehicles and effective armored cars for transport. That's combined with fast attack vehicles that are favored by special forces given they can easily dominate in scenarios where movement and agility is key. Heck, I've even seen demonstrations where they have been thrown out of an aircraft with HALO jumpers, only for the jumpers to hit the ground running in mere moments. I've never heard of anyone else pulling that off with air-dropped vehicles!"

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Petra: “straight to business, I like that. I do say that I like those who are straight to the point. When it does come to arms manufacturing what do you have in mind? I have over heard things such as those combat suits that have my attention. To be fair we would prefer having some rivals and challenges in the automobile sector, as LDM hasn’t had a proper challenge since Japanese companies came here.”

She wasn’t really much of the person to talk to considering the monarchy didn’t have much to do in governmental affairs. Though she might as well go to Ayazan about it and he could make that final decision later.

"Well, I was thinking that perhaps we could produce the far smaller and simpler Trumpet MBTs here, even offer an export variant exclusively for the Lismanian army to employ. It's not exactly the hardiest of tanks, as it is rather light, but it can easily navigate rough terrain and hold speed for rapid fire and maneuver tactics. That, paired with PDW-75s and Field Pistols. But I could gladly offer BAE armor as well, for a price. Even if my government and companies would be paying for land and using locals, it won't fully offset the price of the export armor. Considered the best of what KTO has to offer, however, it's well worth every Donar!"

She seems to smile from that last bit, like a demon. Everything about her was dripping wet with poison, the tendrils of her influence ready to stab into yet another ally, pulling them into a corrupt allegiance to stand with them, rather than attempt to destroy them through such feeble and useless gestures and bickering.

"However, for motor vehicles, Gonswanzan Standard Motors does offer plenty of heavy duty vehicles and off-road transportation, along with logistics vehicles and effective armored cars for transport. That's combined with fast attack vehicles that are favored by special forces given they can easily dominate in scenarios where movement and agility is key. Heck, I've even seen demonstrations where they have been thrown out of an aircraft with HALO jumpers, only for the jumpers to hit the ground running in mere moments. I've never heard of anyone else pulling that off with air-dropped vehicles!"

Petra: "Why it would seem to be quite the arsenal that you have, though with the motor vehicle sector I was talking more of... Civilian use, however. Though I must say the armor and weapons would make a great addition to our men and women in service."

She would enjoy the talk between the two but noticed something off as guards began to become more visible in the reception hall, some seemed to be looking around on high alert. Like there something was visibly wrong. Another thing was guests looking to be interrogated for some odd reason. Suddenly three other guards walk toward the women and but into the conversation.

Guard: "Apologise our majesty, however, we have been given orders to assign extra protection for you. There would appear to be a situation that is unfolding at the moment and so we wish to accompany you from now on until the event has ended.

Petra: "Situation? What situation are you talking about? Is there something wrong?"

Guard: "Unfortunately we cannot give out details at this time under orders of Nikita Kenpachi, As for you Ms.Oritz Im afraid I'm going to need your ID and invitation presented at this very moment before you are able to do anything else sadly.

The guard holds out his hand for any ID and invitation, while the other two watch for any suspicious people in the area

[Gonswanza]

"Tsk. Guards, protect Petra! Add more layers to her, given I feel that it could be some of those scum crawling in from the woodwork, trying to take a stab at her."

What scum that was exactly, she refused to elaborate as she reveals her military ID and invitation, though the ID showed a slightly younger Ortiz, in a helmet and camo uniform, seeming tired with sunken eyes. Yet, it was her, the poor thing. Her own guards move to protect Petra, however, leaving Ortiz exposed. Yet, they'd still dedicate themselves to protecting her, even if she IS armed. Heck, it would be a mistake to fuck with her...

"Oh, and motor vehicles? The non-military ones are for civilian use, granted, Gonswanzans prefer utility over style. You won't see a Gonwanzan drooling over a luxury car after all. But a 4x4 that can climb mountains? They'd probably attempt to marry it. Plus, your average posh luxury car would probably fold into a cube of scrap if it struck a rodent or runs into a sign. A GRS vehicle meanwhile will mow through several cars without stopping, along with a train. Again, utility over style. It may look nice and expensive but it's not too useful, versus a literal brick on four wheels that can drag a house along and keep on trucking even with several parts removed and a dozen more breaking down due to poor maintenance, with decades of neglect."

[Kingdom Of The UN]

"Tsk. Guards, protect Petra! Add more layers to her, given I feel that it could be some of those scum crawling in from the woodwork, trying to take a stab at her."

What scum that was exactly, she refused to elaborate as she reveals her military ID and invitation, though the ID showed a slightly younger Ortiz, in a helmet and camo uniform, seeming tired with sunken eyes. Yet, it was her, the poor thing. Her own guards move to protect Petra, however, leaving Ortiz exposed. Yet, they'd still dedicate themselves to protecting her, even if she IS armed. Heck, it would be a mistake to fuck with her...

"Oh, and motor vehicles? The non-military ones are for civilian use, granted, Gonswanzans prefer utility over style. You won't see a Gonwanzan drooling over a luxury car after all. But a 4x4 that can climb mountains? They'd probably attempt to marry it. Plus, your average posh luxury car would probably fold into a cube of scrap if it struck a rodent or runs into a sign. A GRS vehicle meanwhile will mow through several cars without stopping, along with a train. Again, utility over style. It may look nice and expensive but it's not too useful, versus a literal brick on four wheels that can drag a house along and keep on trucking even with several parts removed and a dozen more breaking down due to poor maintenance, with decades of neglect."

Though skeptical when given the ID, looking both back and forth over again. The guard would hand back the invitation and ID seeing that it is indeed her.

Guard: "Apologises madam, but thank you for your cooperation at the moment."

The guard walks off while the other two linger around Petra to ensure her safety, Petra though would feel almost overwhelmed and feels like she needs to go talk to Ayazan about this but yet she feels like she is stuck right at the moment where she is.

Petra: "If these vehicles are what you say they are, I think lots of us in western Lisamia would really admire such a car such as that... I'm sorry, just a moment. I just feel kinda off at the moment, this is all coming in too fast I mean, it's all not making any sense. As for you, are you sure that you are fine giving up some of your security? You don't have to... I think id be just fine at the moment.

Petra almost felt mentally tired, like something was just gonna blow up in her face. Meanwhile, the man continues to blend in with the crowd, evading anyone that might figure out anything. Judging, by the buffing of security and the checks, however, it would appear that they did find Farkas battered. He wonders to himself if he told them about him being here, that just gave the stranger more of a reason to hurry and make it over as soon as possible. Though not to be too reckless. While in the crowd he sees Petra, who of which is standing next to that bastard of a dictator Oritz, he might as well have a chat with her as well while he would be there. Through them still being a little bit further away and needing to evade guards, and lastly, now he's on a time limit he needs to get over there.

[Kingdom Of The UN]

Bishop began walking back to sit. When he sat down he recieved an urgent phone call. It was one of his friends. His name is Mikov.

Bishop: "What is it?"

Mikov: "Bishop... We made some success on the mars mission... But one thing."

Bishop: "Come on... Spit out? Cat got your tongue."

Mikov: "We found weird things on the planet you might want to see this... I will send it to you."

Mikov Sent Bishop a video of an alien.... Tall, Black, it's was acting like a savage. Bishop's phone audio was loud so he lowered it, He lowered his phone looking around he got up walking backwards he told his guards to follow him. He found an unoccupied room so he asked his officer and his guards to not allow anyone inside..... Well.... It wasn't actually an alien... He sent him video of a woman getting it by a black man.

Bishop: "MIKOV! You.... Fucker.... Don't do this shit again."

Mikov: "Hahahahaha! The Way you sound right now.... How is the party my friend."

Bishop: "Seriously Mikov... Don't do this. It's not funny... It's not a party it's some crowning."

Mikov: "Hmm? Who is it?'

Bishop: "The Crowning of Petra Juhasz..."

Mikov: "Sounds interesting! Let me know what happens... Got to go now. Don't forget to record it."

Michael Bishop closed to phone cursing on Mikov he left the room and his guards followed him.. He sat down still looking around the place and praying nobody heard the video. "Fucking Mikov...."

Three guards ended up walking towards Bishop, them meaning business, the one in the middle speaks up.

Guard: "Sir I apologize, at the moment we are going to have to see your ID and invitation, please. There would appear to be some sort of mistake among guests and so we wish to ensure the safety of our governing body as well as the Ceszarist. That said we need to have to go through a security check with you.

The guard says holding out his hand, while other guards watch around their surroundings.

[South Olpen]

Though of course, Rep. Stevreschka can't just stand idle. Looking at the people around him, he was quite piqued or curious with the Olpenese representative, given that they called themselves fascist, but by the Party's political criteria, they are nothing more than neo-liberals, which Stevreschka regarded as fascist enablers. He chucked in his cane and approached Tristan.

Rep. Stevreschka:"I believe we haven't met, miss... Tristan wasn't it? I would say that I am quite curious as to whom you represent. Regardless, it's a shame for me to not formally greet myself. I am Rep. Stevreschka, a member of the Janpian Diplomatic Corps. You may call me Stev, as a nickname of sorts"

Stev smiled as reached out his hands for a handshake, with his other hand holding the cane on his back. He stood there in an elegant and cultured manner. Given that he is a representative of Janpia, and a high ranking member of the Corps after all.

Guillots smile turned slowly to a forced grimmace. He had a feeling the representative knew that he was a man, and that Tristan was not a last name. The Party had killed Haramunans over just about less.
"Mr. Guillot, Representative. The Party is Olpen's foremost patriotic party. The Party, under the leadership of Le Dictateur, wishes to forgo any needless labels of the enemy, whether it be an ethnicity or a religion or a sexuality. In the opinion of the Party, the only enemies of the state are those who will not give the entirety of their being to the Party and the State. Those people must be captured, used, and exterminated. Is that sufficient, Mr. Representative?"

[The United Empire of Exucular]

An aura of tension was quickly filling the room. The Emperor felt it getting thicker and thicker in the air. Glancing around the room he noticed guards approaching and questioning everyone in the banquet hall. Fireteams and guardsmen switching to alertness across the venue.

The Emperors own servicemen moved closer to him. Nearly surrounding him except for a space to approach him from the front. He took out his invitation and identification from within his suit coat ready for a guardsmen to come his way.

[Kingdom Of The UN]

An aura of tension was quickly filling the room. The Emperor felt it getting thicker and thicker in the air. Glancing around the room he noticed guards approaching and questioning everyone in the banquet hall. Fireteams and guardsmen switching to alertness across the venue.

The Emperors own servicemen moved closer to him. Nearly surrounding him except for a space to approach him from the front. He took out his invitation and identification from within his suit coat ready for a guardsmen to come his way.

As expected, three guards once more come towards the Emperor as one decides to check him while the other two stand guard.

Guard: "Apologizes sir but this is just protocol, I'm going to need that ID and invitation please, I would very much appreciate your cooperation."

The guard would hold out his hand for the ID and invitation. The guard had a worried look on his face, more than the other guards who were around him. It would even appear the situation at hand was something very serious.