A Young King's Gamble (Re-Intro, Semi-Open, PMT)

[Levichstein]

OOC: Well, I'm back. Due to extended medical issues and such, I was not able to be on this site for some time. But, said issues have passed, and I have returned. So I am doing a re-intro into NS. I may be a bit rusty in my RP skills, so bear with me. Anyways, this thread is pretty open. Just no war, please. If you would like to join, just shoot me a TG. I hope to get trade agreements, alliances and the like out of this, so be ready for diplomacy.

Velaer, Royal Capital of Levichstein


Velaer. A city caught between time periods. Or so said the tourist brochures. To some extent it was true, this was undeniable. Velaer had been around for thousands of years, survived through an untold number of wars and sieges, and still come out of it all intact. Up until the founding of Levichstein in the early 1800s, almost all of the city had been ancient, with most buildings being 500 years old or older. But following Foundation Day, this had changed. The nation had undergone a series of stunning transformations, and large sections of historical city had been razed to the ground, only to be replaced with glistening skyscrapers and towers. Of course, with a city as large as Velaer, the modernized areas were miniscule in comparison to the old parts. The old buildings still made up the majority of the city, although they had undergone massive retrofitting and technological upgrades. In fact, the entire city had been upgraded as part of the Growth Renewal Investment Development (GRID) Project. Project GRID was initiated in order to bring Levichstein into and beyond the 21st century, and particularly hoped to turn Velaer into a global city. Just of few projects within GRID were the construction of a country-wide maglev train system, total coverage throughout the country for Wi-Fi and cell reception, computerized cars and road systems and a totally renewable energy power system. Aside from actual infrastructure projects, GRID also granted massive tax breaks and relaxation on tariffs.

The goal of all of this was to bring in foreign investment, tourism and to simply make Velaer a better place to live. Sadly, it hadn't worked. Instead of foreign investment and tourism pouring into the country like water from a faucet, it had flowed like molasses from an ancient bottle. Tourism was a slow as ever, and investment from outside the country was as non-existent as it had been before GRID. In order to combat this threat to Levichstein's economy, King Hans-Albert Treishöum IV had called an emergency meeting of the Royal Cabinet. In the depths of Levichstein Palace, a massive and sprawling complex in the dead center of Velaer, was the Cabinet Meeting Room. It was a huge rectangular room, with a high ceiling and ornate gold leafed paneling. The walls were white painted wood, with a shining veneer coating over them, giving the walls a sleek shine. In the center was a vast wooden table, made of a deep red-wood. Sitting on the table were numerous candelabras, each full of flickering candles. The candles were technically unnecessary, since two massive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and illuminated the entire room.

All around the table were ornate chairs of white and gold wood. Sitting in them were members of the Royal Cabinet, which consisted of the Kind's most trusted advisors who, by coincidence, all happened to also be members of the Royal Family. Princes, Dukes, Earls and other nobles, they were all there. But the order of seating was very specific. At the head of the table was a huge marble and gold throne. In it sat a young man, no older than 24 years old. Long-ish black hair and deep blue eyes; a well formed face and a slight figure. Although, the latter was hard to tell underneath the flowing white and gold robes of his outfit. The lapels on the front of the jacket were dark blue, with red and gold patterning. The whole set-up was extremely ornate. Despite the fanciness, Kings Hans-Albert was visibly nervous. He stroked his thumbnail with his forefinger, biting his bottom lip.

"Your Highness, are you alright? You look ill" The voice broke Hans out of his almost trance-like day dream. Staring at him was the entire Cabinet, none more closely than his friend and Chief Advisor, Klaus Stronberg. Hans quickly nodded his head.

"Yes, I am fine. I think I did not get enough sleep last night." Hans rubbed his eyes for effect. The real reason for his absentmindedness had nothing to do with sleep, but Hans was not about to reveal that. Klaus smiled, not in the least bit believing Hans, but not about to make a scene of it either. Instead, he turned to face the table. "Apologies. Finance Chief Gregou, you may continue."

A portly looking man in a deep green robe nodded. "As I was saying, we are in a dire situation. Our treasury is steadily running dry, and even our bulk reserves of gold or thinning. We have enough to maintain ourselves, but not for anything we would like to do. GRID has, unfourtunately, essentially bankrupted us. And unless we can get some tourism or foreign investment in, we'll soon find ourselves searching sidewalks to pay for public services."

Murmurs of concern spread around the table. Hans gulped. GRID had been his brain-child; a brain-child that was supposed to have saved the country. Instead, it might just be the end of it.

"Furthermore, our military is sadly underfunded and perpetually unprepared for war" Now the voice of General Amsel rang out. He was a tall and imposing man in every regard. His presence seemed to fill the room. "Our troops are still equipped with weapons from the Civil War, barely fit to fight anything more than a farm militia. Our Air Force is nonexistent and our Navy is barely worthy of being called such."

What followed was essentially a list of complaints from various Department heads, explaining how everything was falling apart. Every speech felt like another stab in Hans's heart; another way he had failed. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity but was really only an hour or two, the meeting was over. Gathering his shattered pride and dignity, Hans rose. In as strong a voice as he could manage, he proclaimed "This official meeting of the Royal Cabinet is over" There were bows and salutes, and soon it was just Hans and Klaus in the room. Hans stared at the table for the longest time, before looking up at Klaus, who was standing next to the throne.

"Klaus, I have to give a speech to the nation in naught but one hour, correct?"

"Yes your Majesty. That is the plan. Let our people know that they have a strong leader who is watching out for them"

Hans smiled a grim smile at Klaus. "So why am I doing this? I am not a strong leader" He looked at the floor, "I am pathetic. I am supposed to be their leader, and yet here I sit, not even sure of what to say." He looked once again at Klaus, the first hints of tears in his eyes, "How do I tell my nation, my people, that their country is collapsing around them? How do I tell them that I cannot promise there will be a tomorrow?"

Klaus suddenly got very stern. He put a hand on Hans's shoulder. "Nonsense. You are a strong leader. But you are young, and you were perhaps thrust into this too fast. In doesn't matter now. I know you Hans; you have the spirit of a Phoenix and the proud will of a mighty lion. Now, get ready for your speech, and just tell them the truth. The people of Levichstein want to know that they have a leader who isn't afraid to give them bad news. It will make you seem honest and down-to-earth, in tune with the problems of the common folk."

A fire had started to burn in Hans. Klaus had always been a great motivational speaker and he hadn't failed now. With a newfound determination, Hans stood up, his cloak billowing around him. "You are right. There is no time for sadness or confusion. Action must be taken if I am to save this country and pull it back from the brink. Tell everyone not to bother me; I must prepare in my chamber."

Klaus watched as Hans took off, a powerful spring in his step. He shook his head and laughed to himself. "Oh, young King. You will do just fine." With that, he swept out of the room, his red cloak billowing behind him.
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Levichstein Castle,
1 Hours Later

Crippling anxiety. That was the only way Hans would be able to describe what he was feeling as he waited in the King's Lobby of the Hall of Gold. The Hall of Gold was used for official press releases, and such, and despite being much smaller than the Grand Hall of Kings, was still impressive in its own right. Grand golden ceilings, elegant chandeliers, everything was there. Even a massive, gaudy and pointlessly elaborate gold throne. But even the luxurious surroundings could not calm Hans's nerves. Klaus then suddenly materialized beside him.

"Do not worry, your highness. You'll do fine. The nerves will pass."

Hans wasn't so sure. Klaus was more experienced in these matters, so Hans decided to believe him and concentrated on gaining enough courage to simply walk into the room. A royal servant poked his head into the room.

"Your Majesty, it is time."

Sucking in a deep breath of air to calm his nerves, Hans strode out into the Hall of Gold. It was full of people, at least 100 of them. No fewer than 10 camera drones were focused on him; he found the drones quite annoying. They were spherical shaped and hovered around the room, getting a shot from every possible view. These broadcasts would be going out globally, to every nation on the planet. The flashes of digital cameras filled the room as Hans approached the aptly named Gold Throne. Hans did not sit in it, instead he stood in front of it and turned to face the press and the nobles that were in the room. Behind him, on either side of the throne, hung a Levichsteinian flag. Without much preparation, he began speaking. As he did, Hans noticed that his voice grew stronger word by word. Maybe Klaus hadn't been lying.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Levichstein, greetings and a good afternoon to you all. I come before you today to talk about the state of our fair nation. As all of you know, we are just now recovering from a brutal conflict, a conflict that tore apart not only our country, but our hearts. We have seen unspeakable horrors; brothers killing brothers, fathers killing sons. We have seen our cities crumble to ash, and our homes burn to the ground. And yet, despite the massive odds that were stacked against us, we have prevailed. I say we because it was not only the generals, not only the soldiers and certainly not only the nobility who prevailed. It was all of you, each and every person in Levichstein who lowered their weapons, raised their voices and called out 'We will fight no more!' so loud, that the heavens shook with the words"

At this point, Hans had to stop because the entire room had burst into applauds. He waited for them to die down before continuing. His voice was strong and steady. He felt that same energy deep inside him. It gave him confidence. It gave him strength. "It is thanks to those of you who wished for peace that our nation managed to survive the Conflict, and to all of you, I give you my most sincere thanks. My father, may God bless his soul, died thinking that he would never see peace in his nation. How wrong he was. I know my father would be overjoyed to see what the people of his nation have accomplished. I am proud to know that I am the leader of such a resilient and preserving nation. However, it makes it no easier to deliver this next bit of news. Having recently spoke with the Department Head of Finance, it has come to my attention that despite GRID and my best efforts, our economy is reaching the point of a catastrophic depression. We have come to the edge of the cliff. We must act now, or our nation will once again fall into chaos. As such, I am herby announcing an action that is my greatest gamble as your leader yet. This legislation is the largest electric shock to the heart of our economy since Project GRID. Project JETT focuses on four main points. Jobs, economy, tourism and trade. For each of these four things, I have provided substantial amounts of capital to jumpstart them. In addition, I am opening Levichstein for the first time to any foreign delegations that wish to come. If this fails...I will not sugar-coat it. We will be forced to take drastic measures. But I promise you, people of Levichstein, that will not happen. JETT will work, if the government and people work together. Together, we shall make Levichstein into the great nation it once was. Together, we are strong. Together, we can accomplish anything. Unity in Peace!" As Hans shouted out the last few phrases, including the motto of the nation, the Hall of Gold went wild. Reporters, nobles, servants, they all jumped to their feet, clapping their hands raw. Hans began to clap too; a symbol towards the people. He waved to the orbiting camera-drones and then strode out of the room and back into the King's Lobby. Klaus nodded and slapped Hans on the back. "Excellent. If that doesn't trigger the patriotism inside the nation, nothing will. Your father would be proud."

Hans managed to pull a half-smile. "I certainly hope so. If JETT doesn't work, this nation will collapse, and the public will want blood. And it will be my blood that is spilt first."

[Lynion]

When the Vamperial Order was informed via news media and their intelligence agency, MI9 which was controlled by the Black Assassin Brigade, heard about a country attempting to reform its economy, the Lynion’s took an interest. Forming friendship, alliance, offering diplomacy and their militaristic ideas to be put forward would put aside the idea of an invasion force put forward by several Vamperial Headmaster’s who purposed ways to eliminate communications to the outside world. Nevertheless, the word ‘invasion’ is often mis-used. When people think of the world ‘invasion’ the common idea of warships, aircrafts and infantry storming the country would come to mind. However, an invasion could come from within the inside of the country.

First by controlling the country via its leader, pass a law through parliament with a Trojan warhorse to swift through the parties and have the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion as its ‘protector’, allow the parties to go to the Election Day, tie, form tension between the parties, force parliament to be hung, assassinate key party leaders, dissolve parliament and by now, the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion would be ‘forced’ to dispatch legions into the country to subject riots as ‘peacekeepers’, take key locations and while the politicians are arguing amongst themselves, it becomes a colony of the Vamperial Kingdom.

The simple way is to influence the leader to do so without thinking twice. Then again, the Lynion’s would only ever conduct if the country was forced to go down this path either by its leaders or politicians. For now, the Lynion’s would require to see the situation for themselves. A simple telegram and intelligence reports would need a witness to conclude.

TO: United Kingdom of Levichstein
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Taishi Ci

I was drawn to your speech you made to your nation the other day and I would desire to open and send a delegation to open up trade purposes. If you’re interested, I can send additional group that could give you a military report, if you desire it.

[Concordeia]

Chief of State's Office, Concord City, Concordeia

Newly elected Chief of State Robert DaCosta watched the broadcast with piqued interest. Diplomatic invitations by foreign governments were not an uncommon occurrence, however unlike most invitations, its purpose was far more than just political hobnobbing and good PR. He could see it in the King's eyes; this guy needed help, almost desperately.

He quickly pulled up Levichstein's national dossier on his personal computer. It's government was a monarchy, however they seemed to have good civil rights and their citizens are happy, save for the recent economic troubles. They didn't appear to be bellicose or militaristic either, that was good...

Soon after he finished reading, DaCosta made his decision. This was a great opportunity to help out a nation in need, establish diplomatic ties and, as an added bonus, boost Concordeia's image as a cosmopolitan nation. With that, he got on the phone with his Secretary of Foreign Affairs and made a request to send a delegation to Levichstein. After that, he began typing up a formal response for the invitation...

* * *

To King Hans-Albert Treishöum IV of the United Kingdom of Levichstein,

It is my honor and pleasure to announce that the Commonwealth of Concordeia will be sending a delegation to your nation. We can see that you are working hard to bring prosperity to the citizens of Levichstein, and for this, we applaud you. We wish to assist you in this endeavor for the benefit of both our nations. I hope that this meeting will help bring about brighter days for you and your people.

Sincerely, Robert DaCosta, Chief of State of the Commonwealth of Concordeia

[Levichstein]

Throne Room and King's Office,
Levichstein Palace

Out of all of the rooms in the palace, non was more ornate or extravagant than the Throne Room. It had been one of the first rooms built in the palace, nearly 1200 years ago. Much of the interior decorating was the same as it was back then. It was a huge room, vast and rectangular in shape. The ceiling was high and vaulted, with massive flying buttresses and five huge chandeliers. Each one had a crystal sculpture of a symbol that hung underneath it. The five symbols represented the five municipalities that made up the nation; Andregia, Mortania, Völcek, Dälurendam, and Gerünta. Massive marble pillars held up the overhanging balconies on either side of the main room and in between each pillar, on the walls, were portraits of the former kinds of Levichstein. But one painting, hanging on the wall behind the throne, was larger than all the others. It was of Hans himself, painted when he was coronated at the age of 13. The throne itself had been constructed of solid marble, with a high mahogany back. Gold and silver inlays made the throne appear shimmering in the light that flowed in from the glass skylights. The cushioning was thick gel styled to look like velvet, and form fitted to Han's body. The arms of the chair contained touch-screen panels that could be used to control the lights, the doors and bring up special screens to talk with anybody he wanted to.

It had been a day since Hans had made the speech, and he hadn't left the palace since then. The throne room provided a peaceful sanctuary for Hans when he was nervous, and today was no different. Hans sat on the throne, strumming his fingers on the arm of the chair, and his head resting on his other hand. A thousand thoughts rushed through his head, and he was nodding off into sleep when a hand clasped his shoulder. He started, jumping from the throne and pulling a 180 to face the throne. There was Klaus, looking as if he was attempting to stop himself from laughing. Hans shot Klaus a poisonous look. "Klaus, damn you, what in God's name are you doing here on Sunday?"

Klaus took a deep breath, calming his laughs. "I...I was searching for you. You haven't left the palace since you gave that speech."

"And what of it? I was relaxing. Also, how did you get in here?"

Klaus calmed down and said very matter-of-factly "Servants entrance. How else would I get behind the throne?"

Hans sighed, deciding not to pursue the matter. Instead, he changed topics. "What are you doing here, for that matter?"

"I received two messages from two separate nations. One called Concordeia and another known as Lynion."

Hans's eyes lit up. Had somebody actually seen his speech? Were they going to receive the diplomacy and tourism they had been waiting so long for? "And?" Hans said, no shortage of excitement in his voice, "What do they say?"

Klaus read each message aloud as Hans listened on. He nodded in approval. "This is good. I'll get to work on responses immediately. Inform the Royal Guard to beef up security for the visit, and get the staff preparing for a banquet. We're going to put on a good show for the visitors."

Klaus graciously nodded and bowed out of the room. Hans zipped back to the throne and tapped the touch-screen. A keyboard projected out in front of him, and a screen emerged and unfolded from above him, sliding down in front of his face. He quickly began typing up a response to both nations.

To: Chief of State Robert DaCosta
From: His Royal Majesty Hans-Albert Treishöum IV

I would like nothing more than to have you visit my nation, and it would be my honor to host you at the Palace. I too hope that this meeting will be able to bring about good for both of our nations. Your delegation may land at the Levichstein International Aerodrome whenever they wish. I will have an automobile sent to receive them.

To: King Taishi Ci
From: His Royal Majesty Hans-Albert Treishöum IV

Your delegation will be welcomed with open arms to our nation. We hope that we can reach trade agreements that will benefit both of our nations. Militarily, I am sure my General would be more than happy to hear the military report and escort the military group. Your delegations may land at the Levichstein International Aerdrome whenever they wish; I shall have an automobile waiting to pick them up.

[Levichstein]

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[Concordeia]

- OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE -

From: Robert DaCosta, Chief of State of Concordeia
To: His Royal Majesty Hans-Albert Treishöum IV of Levichstein

I appreciate the offer, but unfortunately my hands are tied with domestic policy issues at the moment, so I won't be able to attend personally. You needn't worry though; we will be sending George Bedford, one of our most experienced diplomats, to meet with you. I trust that security won't be an issue for this event, so he will be accompanied only by his aide. They should arrive sometime this evening. Feel free to contact me if you have any questions or wish to make changes to the current schedule.

- END OF MESSAGE -

* * *

Pacifica International Airport, Pacifica, Concordeia, 1:05 PM

48 year-old George Bedford, dressed in his signature charcoal-gray business suit, and his aide, 25 year-old Samuel Ryther, dressed in a plain black suit, strode toward their private jet, which parked on a special government-reserved space of the airport's massive geopolymer concrete tarmac. They hauled their luggage on board and each took a seat opposite of each other inside the plane as they waited for take-off.

"Let me tell you, I'm really excited about this trip. It's not very often that we go on a diplomatic mission that doesn't involve a powder keg region on the verge of blowing up. And we get to meet a real king too!" Sam said ecstatically.

"Don't get your hopes too high," George replied with a grunt. "I've been on far too many of these kinds of missions to think that everything will go all nice and rosy. There's always some scheming power-player in the background trying to manipulate everyone around them for their own ends. If you're not careful around those types, you can get into serious trouble."

"This job has really taken a toll on your personality, hasn't it?" Sam asked.

George chuckled. "Occupational hazard, Sam. I used to be young and idealistic just like you, you know. But when you've been in this line of work as long as I have, it really wears on you. You learn what people are really like under their masks, so to speak. And what you find isn't always so pleasant."

"Yeah, I guess..." Sam conceded. "But still, you can't tell me you're not at least somewhat excited about getting to meet with a real king."

"Well...maybe a little," George admitted. "If nothing else, I'll almost always have a good glass of wine to fall back on."

Samuel just sighed and flipped through a brochure they picked up about Levichstein's various tourist destinations.

Not five minutes later, the diplomatic jet taxied onto the runway and assumed take-off position. As soon as take-off clearance was given, the aircraft's biofuel-burning turbofan engines revved up to full power and it streaked down the runway. As it took off, it gradually turned into their designated flight path to Levichstein International Aerodrome. It would take at least eight hours to get there.

[Levichstein]

8 Hours Later...
Levichstein International Aerodrome (LIA)

During GRID, one of the main aspects had been tourism and infrastructure development. Because of this, the mass transit and airport system of Levichstein had been so completely overhauled that it was unrecognizable from what it had been a mere ten years ago. The LIA was the most obvious example. It had once just been a tiny little airport, nestled in Guröter Valley, and had barely had room for anything larger than a private jet. Now, there was not even a sign of the old airport. The new one was massive in size, with three terminals, 54 main gates and 10 extra gates that could be used if there were a lot of planes. Levichstein in no way needed such a large airport. But GRID had made it seem as if the country would be overflowing with tourists, and so the aerodrome had been built with that future in mind. When it hadn't happened, the aerodrome had and continued to sit there, unused except for domestic flights.

Now, at this late in the evening, even the private and domestic jets were either parked or gone. Almost no cars made their way up the broad, tree line avenue that led to the airport. Almost none. Silently shooting up the road was a small motorcade. A huge, extended and custom-build Rolls-Royce, painted a deep maroon color, followed behind and in front by two black Mercedes-Benz. These cars pulled silently up to the large rotunda in front of the airport and parked. Several men in black suits got out of the Mercedes and walked into the airport, heading to the gate where the foreign delegation would be arriving.

[Concordeia]

George and Samuel stared out their cabin window at Levischtein International Aerodrome as their private plane turned on final approach.

"Wow," Sam breathed as he took in the sight of it. "That is a big airport! I think it's even bigger than Pacifica International Airport."

"What's even more amazing is that there are hardly any planes here," George noted as the plane touched down on the runway with a slight thump. "It looks like the report Chief DaCosta gave us was accurate. Levichstein needs some serious economic stimulus, and fast. Otherwise they'll have a full blown depression on their hands."

While George and Samuel gathered their luggage, the plane pulled up to their designated gate and docked with the boarding arm. The two men exited the plane with all their luggage, walking through the boarding arm until they passed through the terminal gate entrance. They both stopped when they saw a group of men in black suits waiting there. George stepped forward to speak:

"I take it that you are our escorts. My name is George Bedford and this is my aide, Samuel Ryther. We are the delegation from Concordeia. It's a pleasure to meet you."

[Levichstein]

The men were all members of the elite Royal Security Corps, a group that was devoted to the security and protection of Royal Family. Each of them were trained in hand-to-hand combat, usage of all weapon types and the ability to drive all vehicles. Nobody was more respected in the military than the RSC. Normally, they wore high-tech combat armor, specially developed for the RSC. However, considering the occasion, Hans had ordered them to just wear their standard issue secret service suits.

The man in charge stood forwards. His suit was slightly fancier than the rest of the groups, and three gold bands graced the breast of the suit. He had a crew cut with blonde hair and a well formed face.

"Greetings. I am Royal Security Corps Commander Jüntir Isvirn. Welcome to Levichstein. It is a pleasure to meet you both. His Majesty's Royal Rolls Royce awaits us out front. If you'll follow me please."

[Lynion]

To: King Taishi Ci
From: His Royal Majesty Hans-Albert Treishöum IV

Your delegation will be welcomed with open arms to our nation. We hope that we can reach trade agreements that will benefit both of our nations. Militarily, I am sure my General would be more than happy to hear the military report and escort the military group. Your delegations may land at the Levichstein International Aerdrome whenever they wish; I shall have an automobile waiting to pick them up.

TO: His Royal Majesty Hans-Albert Treishoum IV
FROM: Vmperial King Taishi Ci

It would be most welcome for the group to hear they've being accepted into the country. I hope you find the group to your liking and I'm sure the small military group will be able to give you considerable feed-back about the military report.

[Concordeia]

George and Samuel followed Commander Isvirn and his men to the Rolls Royce waiting for them out front. They made sure their luggage was properly stowed in the vehicle's trunk before getting in. They noted how fancy the interior was, as was expected of a Rolls Royce. Considering that it was used by the Royal Security Corps, it was a safe bet that it had also been modified with bulletproof glass, reinforced armor plating, run-flat tires, and other protective features.

"So, where are we headed to? The Royal Palace I take it?" Bedford asked.

[Levichstein]

Commander Isvirn nodded. "Indeed. His Royal Majesty is expecting us as soon as possible." Isvirn tapped a touch screen built into the door. A section of the floor slid apart and a pole slide up. Another panel on the roof slid apart, revealing a white slate. A few more taps of the touch-screen and a hologram began to flickering into existence. It slowly formed into a crystal clear image of the city.

"I though I might show you this. Let you know what the city is like."

The Rolls Royce pulled onto a highway filled with cars. Many were extremely nice, but others were old jalopies. The two black RSC cars had sirens flashing and the civilian cars pulled out of the way. The Royal Convoy shot down the highway, the cars totally silent as they drove. The convoy entered into the city, the ancient houses and buildings rising on either side. Eventually, they pulled out of the old sector, the tightly packed buildings and into a thick commercial area. Towering skyscrapers, glittering with glass and steel, glinted in the dying sunlight. They rounded around a bend and they got to see Velaer Lake. It was massive; more the size of a small sea than a lake. The visitors could see that the city stretched around the entire lake, and that while most of it consisted of short, ancient buildings, pockets of tall skyscrapers dotted the scenery. Mountains surrounded the entire city and lake. Then, they pulled through a huge gilded gate and onto a bridge, with three lanes in each direction and huge marble support columns, leading to a large island in the center of the lake. Built on this island was a huge palace, ornate and sprawling in its design.

"There it is. Levichstein Palace. Built on Junt Eisel Island. His Royal Majesty's Residence and work place"

[Lynion]

"Can someone explain to me why we're going to a country that is falling into a Depression?" Grand Lancaster (Minister) Justin Kidd asked the three military officers across from him in the aircraft who appeared to be more worriedd about the issues they'll be facing before them. Justin on the other hand was a tad worried about how the country's condition was in. So far they heard that everything bad about a nation but the two officers were more keen about getting on the ground.

"It's your job to open up diplomatic trade's and form an alliance," Vamperial Arch-Master Rathma Phoenix explained to Kidd before looking over at Vamperial master David Longshanks who appeared to be relaxed.

"We're just here to form a report about their military and make heavy suggestions about how to re-form it," Longshanks added causing Rathma to then turn back to Kidd.

It had being the first time the three had being in the same plane. It had being the first time David and Rathma were together since Rathma was sent overseas to fight pirates off the Enclave Islands. David had being serving as commander of a Regular/Digger Battalion on Lynx Island training them with a Ranger/Hunter Battalion of his own. Kidd on the other hand was being involved with diplomacy between the Monarchy and the Island Governor's. There had being tension on all levels and the monarchy had requested Kidd to investigate and solve the problem between the island Governor's and the Regional Mayor's. However, when it came down to a joint effort for a country in trouble, the trio were asked to be sent overseas. For them, it would mean another week or two away from their families, but, as promised by the monarchy, they would be granted leave for their efforts.

"We're coming down to landing sequence," the pilot called over the PA system.

"It'll be nice to see another culture," David smiled.

"Regardless of its condition," Kidd joked.

The aircraft came down to the airport after being granted permission to land and when it came to a halt after taxiing along the runway, the three men ventured out of the aircraft with their small escort party of six men. All were from Rathma's squad but their ranking commander, Revan Piece, was away on duty and couldn't be sent to the matter at hand. Nevertheless, Rathma gathered the men and the group laughed at the opening comment causing Kidd to look the other way. They were told to respect the locals but keep their eyes wide open. They were informed that Rathma was going to suggest that they split the group and have himself and David sent to the military bases or the countries military command centre.

[Concordeia]

"Now that's cool," Sam commented as he and George examined the holographic display of the city floating within the car's interior. They both also took in the views of the different sectors of the city as they drove toward Levichstein Palace, which was very impressive in and of itself.

"How long ago was this palace built?" George asked out of curiosity.

[Levichstein]

"The original building was built sometime around 1300. Its been heavily modified, added on to and upgraded, but the building where the throne room and such is, as well as His Majesty's Personal Quarters, is still mostly aesthetically original" Isvirn said as the car swept across the large bridge. "It was built on the island to protect against attacks, since back then the only way to get there was by boat. And the lake is so clear and vast, sneak attacks were impossible"

[Concordeia]

"Wow, over 700 years old...very impressive," George responded as the group passed the bridge's mid-point. "Has there ever been a head-on attack on the island?"

[Levichstein]

"There was, but not in medieval times. During the Civil War, which was a mere two decades ago, the Southern Tänico forces launched a full on attack on the castle. Their artillery pounded the castle while their tanks tried to push across the bridge. But we blew the bridge in the nick of time and the Air-Force managed to take out the artillery. And there was one head on attack, around 1500. An army from a neighboring kingdom attempted to take over. hauled their boats with logs and such to the lake, then launched an invasion. They were, obviously, slaughtered"

[Concordeia]

George and Samuel listened quietly to the commander's recounting of the past, picturing in their heads what those previous battles must have looked like from their current point of view. They then saw that their convoy had passed the final set of marble columns and onto the island. They could now see the ornate design and craftwork of Levichstein Palace in exquisite detail as they approached it.

[Grand Redosia]

Velaer, Royal Capital of Levichstein
6:04 PM

Velaer. A city caught between time periods. Or so said the tourist brochures. To some extent it was true, this was undeniable. Velaer had been around for thousands of years, survived through an untold number of wars and sieges, and still come out of it all intact. Up until the founding of Levichstein in the early 1800s, almost all of the city had been ancient, with most buildings being 500 years old or older. But following Foundation Day, this had changed. The nation had undergone a series of stunning transformations, and large sections of historical city had been razed to the ground, only to be replaced with glistening skyscrapers and towers. Of course, with a city as large as Velaer, the modernized areas were miniscule in comparison to the old parts. The old buildings still made up the majority of the city, although they had undergone massive retrofitting and technological upgrades. In fact, the entire city had been upgraded as part of the Growth Renewal Investment Development (GRID) Project. Project GRID was initiated in order to bring Levichstein into and beyond the 21st century, and particularly hoped to turn Velaer into a global city. Just of few projects within GRID were the construction of a country-wide maglev train system, total coverage throughout the country for Wi-Fi and cell reception, computerized cars and road systems and a totally renewable energy power system. Aside from actual infrastructure projects, GRID also granted massive tax breaks and relaxation on tariffs.

The goal of all of this was to bring in foreign investment, tourism and to simply make Velaer a better place to live. Sadly, it hadn't worked. Instead of foreign investment and tourism pouring into the country like water from a faucet, it had flowed like molasses from an ancient bottle. Tourism was a slow as ever, and investment from outside the country was as non-existent as it had been before GRID. In order to combat this threat to Levichstein's economy, King Hans-Albert Treishöum IV had called an emergency meeting of the Royal Cabinet. In the depths of Levichstein Palace, a massive and sprawling complex in the dead center of Velaer, was the Cabinet Meeting Room. It was a huge rectangular room, with a high ceiling and ornate gold leafed paneling. The walls were white painted wood, with a shining veneer coating over them, giving the walls a sleek shine. In the center was a vast wooden table, made of a deep red-wood. Sitting on the table were numerous candelabras, each full of flickering candles. The candles were technically unnecessary, since two massive crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and illuminated the entire room.

All around the table were ornate chairs of white and gold wood. Sitting in them were members of the Royal Cabinet, which consisted of the Kind's most trusted advisors who, by coincidence, all happened to also be members of the Royal Family. Princes, Dukes, Earls and other nobles, they were all there. But the order of seating was very specific. At the head of the table was a huge marble and gold throne. In it sat a young man, no older than 24 years old. Long-ish black hair and deep blue eyes; a well formed face and a slight figure. Although, the latter was hard to tell underneath the flowing white and gold robes of his outfit. The lapels on the front of the jacket were dark blue, with red and gold patterning. The whole set-up was extremely ornate. Despite the fanciness, Kings Hans-Albert was visibly nervous. He stroked his thumbnail with his forefinger, biting his bottom lip.

"Your Highness, are you alright? You look ill" The voice broke Hans out of his almost trance-like day dream. Staring at him was the entire Cabinet, none more closely than his friend and Chief Advisor, Klaus Stronberg. Hans quickly nodded his head.

"Yes, I am fine. I think I did not get enough sleep last night." Hans rubbed his eyes for effect. The real reason for his absentmindedness had nothing to do with sleep, but Hans was not about to reveal that. Klaus smiled, not in the least bit believing Hans, but not about to make a scene of it either. Instead, he turned to face the table. "Apologies. Finance Chief Gregou, you may continue."

A portly looking man in a deep green robe nodded. "As I was saying, we are in a dire situation. Our treasury is steadily running dry, and even our bulk reserves of gold or thinning. We have enough to maintain ourselves, but not for anything we would like to do. GRID has, unfourtunately, essentially bankrupted us. And unless we can get some tourism or foreign investment in, we'll soon find ourselves searching sidewalks to pay for public services."

Murmurs of concern spread around the table. Hans gulped. GRID had been his brain-child; a brain-child that was supposed to have saved the country. Instead, it might just be the end of it.

"Furthermore, our military is sadly underfunded and perpetually unprepared for war" Now the voice of General Amsel rang out. He was a tall and imposing man in every regard. His presence seemed to fill the room. "Our troops are still equipped with weapons from the Civil War, barely fit to fight anything more than a farm militia. Our Air Force is nonexistent and our Navy is barely worthy of being called such."

What followed was essentially a list of complaints from various Department heads, explaining how everything was falling apart. Every speech felt like another stab in Hans's heart; another way he had failed. Finally, after what had seemed like an eternity but was really only an hour or two, the meeting was over. Gathering his shattered pride and dignity, Hans rose. In as strong a voice as he could manage, he proclaimed "This official meeting of the Royal Cabinet is over" There were bows and salutes, and soon it was just Hans and Klaus in the room. Hans stared at the table for the longest time, before looking up at Klaus, who was standing next to the throne.

"Klaus, I have to give a speech to the nation in naught but one hour, correct?"

"Yes your Majesty. That is the plan. Let our people know that they have a strong leader who is watching out for them"

Hans smiled a grim smile at Klaus. "So why am I doing this? I am not a strong leader" He looked at the floor, "I am pathetic. I am supposed to be their leader, and yet here I sit, not even sure of what to say." He looked once again at Klaus, the first hints of tears in his eyes, "How do I tell my nation, my people, that their country is collapsing around them? How do I tell them that I cannot promise there will be a tomorrow?"

Klaus suddenly got very stern. He put a hand on Hans's shoulder. "Nonsense. You are a strong leader. But you are young, and you were perhaps thrust into this too fast. In doesn't matter now. I know you Hans; you have the spirit of a Phoenix and the proud will of a mighty lion. Now, get ready for your speech, and just tell them the truth. The people of Levichstein want to know that they have a leader who isn't afraid to give them bad news. It will make you seem honest and down-to-earth, in tune with the problems of the common folk."

A fire had started to burn in Hans. Klaus had always been a great motivational speaker and he hadn't failed now. With a newfound determination, Hans stood up, his cloak billowing around him. "You are right. There is no time for sadness or confusion. Action must be taken if I am to save this country and pull it back from the brink. Tell everyone not to bother me; I must prepare in my chamber."

Klaus watched as Hans took off, a powerful spring in his step. He shook his head and laughed to himself. "Oh, young King. You will do just fine." With that, he swept out of the room, his red cloak billowing behind him.
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Levichstein Castle,
1 Hours Later

Crippling anxiety. That was the only way Hans would be able to describe what he was feeling as he waited in the King's Lobby of the Hall of Gold. The Hall of Gold was used for official press releases, and such, and despite being much smaller than the Grand Hall of Kings, was still impressive in its own right. Grand golden ceilings, elegant chandeliers, everything was there. Even a massive, gaudy and pointlessly elaborate gold throne. But even the luxurious surroundings could not calm Hans's nerves. Klaus then suddenly materialized beside him.

"Do not worry, your highness. You'll do fine. The nerves will pass."

Hans wasn't so sure. Klaus was more experienced in these matters, so Hans decided to believe him and concentrated on gaining enough courage to simply walk into the room. A royal servant poked his head into the room.

"Your Majesty, it is time."

Sucking in a deep breath of air to calm his nerves, Hans strode out into the Hall of Gold. It was full of people, at least 100 of them. No fewer than 10 camera drones were focused on him; he found the drones quite annoying. They were spherical shaped and hovered around the room, getting a shot from every possible view. These broadcasts would be going out globally, to every nation on the planet. The flashes of digital cameras filled the room as Hans approached the aptly named Gold Throne. Hans did not sit in it, instead he stood in front of it and turned to face the press and the nobles that were in the room. Behind him, on either side of the throne, hung a Levichsteinian flag. Without much preparation, he began speaking. As he did, Hans noticed that his voice grew stronger word by word. Maybe Klaus hadn't been lying.

"Ladies and Gentlemen of Levichstein, greetings and a good afternoon to you all. I come before you today to talk about the state of our fair nation. As all of you know, we are just now recovering from a brutal conflict, a conflict that tore apart not only our country, but our hearts. We have seen unspeakable horrors; brothers killing brothers, fathers killing sons. We have seen our cities crumble to ash, and our homes burn to the ground. And yet, despite the massive odds that were stacked against us, we have prevailed. I say we because it was not only the generals, not only the soldiers and certainly not only the nobility who prevailed. It was all of you, each and every person in Levichstein and lowered their weapons, raised their voices and called out 'We will fight no more!' so loud, that the heavens shook with the words"

At this point, Hans had to stop because the entire room had burst into applauds. He waited for them to die down before continuing. His voice was strong and steady. He felt that same energy deep inside him. It gave him confidence. It gave him strength. "It is thanks to those of you who wished for peace that our nation managed to survive the Conflict, and to all of you, I give you my most sincere thanks. My father, may God bless his soul, died thinking that he would never see peace in his nation. How wrong he was. I know my father would be overjoyed to see what the people of his nation have accomplished. I am proud to know that I am the leader of such a resilient and preserving nation. However, it makes it no easier to deliver this next bit of news. Having recently spoke with the Department Head of Finance, it has come to my attention that despite GRID and my best efforts, our economy is reaching the point of a catastrophic depression. We have come to the edge of the cliff. We must act now, or our nation will once again fall into chaos. As such, I am herby announcing an action that is my greatest gamble as your leader yet. This legislation is the largest electric shock to the heart of our economy since Project GRID. Project JETT focuses on four main points. Jobs, economy, tourism and trade. For each of these four things, I have provided substantial amounts of capital to jumpstart them. In addition, I am opening Levichstein for the first time to any foreign delegations that wish to come. If this fails...I will not sugar-coat it. We will be forced to take drastic measures. But I promise you, people of Levichstein, that will not happen. JETT will work, if the government and people work together. Together, we shall make Levichstein into the great nation it once was. Together, we are strong. Together, we can accomplish anything. Unity in Peace!" As Hans shouted out the last few phrases, including the motto of the nation, the Hall of Gold went wild. Reporters, nobles, servants, they all jumped to their feet, clapping their hands raw. Hans began to clap too; a symbol towards the people. He waved to the orbiting camera-drones and then strode out of the room and back into the King's Lobby. Klaus nodded and slapped Hans on the back. "Excellent. If that doesn't trigger the patriotism inside the nation, nothing will. Your father would be proud."

Hans managed to pull a half-smile. "I certainly hope so. If JETT doesn't work, this nation will collapse, and the public will want blood. And it will be my blood that is spilt first."

OOC: Apologies if this is too long or detailed a post than is usually liked on this site. I tend to be a bit of a detail fanatic. As for how to get involved..well, I guess maybe just send over a delegation or something, to arrange alliances, trade agreements, whatever you want. Except war, please. And, Telegram me for entry.

Emperor Peter the Great of Grand Redosia heard of Levichstein's struggle. Peter had reigned for thirty years by now, and held a lot of experience. The middle-aged Emperor immediately recognized the oppurtunities provided by this. By Grand Redosia funneling investment into Levichstein and opening trade relations, it would help both the Empire and Levichstein. Peter I had already annouced his intentions to his Senate, who were little more then a ceremonial council of ministers. Peter ruled with absolute power, and could do as he pleased. As such, he decided to provide finanical and commerical assistance to Levichstein.

So Peter I wrote a letter, and sent it to King Hans of Levichstein, hoping for acceptance of his offer and of the letter.

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To: King Hans of Levichstein
From: Emperor Peter I of Grand Redosia

Sir,

I have heard of your economic and commerical troubles, and I am truely sorry. According to your reports, your treasury is depleted, and a massive modernization project of yours failed. I myself have 30 years of experience in ruling, and have succesfully modernized my country. As such, I am willing to offer you finanical and commerical assistance. If you accept my offer, I will be sending a diplomatic team to help establish a economic alliance with your nation, and once you accept that, I will have investment and funds flowing into your country immediately. Please accept my offer and respond to my letter, in the quickest time you can manage.


Peter smiled as his letter went into the official mail and was sent directly to King Hans of Levichstein.

[Levichstein]

The aircraft came down to the airport after being granted permission to land and when it came to a halt after taxiing along the runway, the three men ventured out of the aircraft with their small escort party of six men. All were from Rathma's squad but their ranking commander, Revan Piece, was away on duty and couldn't be sent to the matter at hand. Nevertheless, Rathma gathered the men and the group laughed at the opening comment causing Kidd to look the other way. They were told to respect the locals but keep their eyes wide open. They were informed that Rathma was going to suggest that they split the group and have himself and David sent to the military bases or the countries military command centre.

Waiting for them at the airport was a dark maroon Rolls-Royce, its hydrogen powered engine purring softly. Standing by it were a few members of the Royal Security Corps. The leader of the group walked over to the arriving foreigners.

"Ah, welcome good sir. I am Olrich Sein, vice commander of the Royal Security Corps. Welcome to wonderful Levichstein"

[Lynion]

"Arch-Master Phoenix," Rathma introduced as the ranking officer, he was going to introduce the team to the officer in charge of their security detachment. "My second in charge, Master Longshanks..." the man to Rathma's right hand side tilted his slouch hat before with a slight nod and a smile. "...Lancaster Justin Kidd..." Rathma added before catching a glare from Kidd which justified that the language and culture barrier was still between the two nations. Something Rathma commonly forgets whenever he takes a diplomat trip. "He's our Forigen Affair's Minister but we just call him Forigen Affair's Lancaster. He's here for the diplomat talks," Rathma smiled.

If there had being a time for a wise-cracking joke, it would've being then. Amongest other times, some officers had joked about Justin being called Kidd more times than he had being called his first name. Often referred to as the Forigen Affair's 'Kid' when he was introduced to other officers. He wasn't one for combat but niether was he an obvious push-over when it comes to talks with the military and the civilian populace. He may appear weak, but his connections into the Vamperial Order and the Monarchy had kept at distance from being bad mouthed by other people. Nevertheless, he always felt secure around Rathma Phoenix and David Longshanks but nervous when Revan Piece joined David and Rathma as his escorts party. Not a pretty sight.

[Grand Redosia]

The aircraft came down to the airport after being granted permission to land and when it came to a halt after taxiing along the runway, the three men ventured out of the aircraft with their small escort party of six men. All were from Rathma's squad but their ranking commander, Revan Piece, was away on duty and couldn't be sent to the matter at hand. Nevertheless, Rathma gathered the men and the group laughed at the opening comment causing Kidd to look the other way. They were told to respect the locals but keep their eyes wide open. They were informed that Rathma was going to suggest that they split the group and have himself and David sent to the military bases or the countries military command centre.

Waiting for them at the airport was a dark maroon Rolls-Royce, its hydrogen powered engine purring softly. Standing by it were a few members of the Royal Security Corps. The leader of the group walked over to the arriving foreigners.

"Ah, welcome good sir. I am Olrich Sein, vice commander of the Royal Security Corps. Welcome to wonderful Levichstein"

What about me.

[Concordeia]

Bump.

[Levichstein]

George and Samuel listened quietly to the commander's recounting of the past, picturing in their heads what those previous battles must have looked like from their current point of view. They then saw that their convoy had passed the final set of marble columns and onto the island. They could now see the ornate design and craftwork of Levichstein Palace in exquisite detail as they approached it.

The Rolls-Royce pulled through a vast golden gate, which stretched around the whole base of the hill. It made its winding, twisting way up the road to the palace. They pulled through a final gate and drove into an entrance area, a huge fountain cascading down from the palace. The palace entrance was guarded by quite a number of soldiers, all dressed in a dark blue colored uniform with gold trim. The Rolls-Royce pulled up an hill and then turned left, pulling up to the palace entrance. Isvirn sat up and looked at the two visitors.

"Alright. Here we are. Now, just a few things. His Royal Majesty is...younger than you might expect, so don't act too surprised. Also, custom dictates that since you are visitors, you don't have to bow. You can as an extra sign of respect, but nobody will take offense if you don't."

[Concordeia]

"Don't worry, we've been briefed on the king's age and we won't make a fuss over it. It's pretty clear that he's working damn hard to help the people of Levichstein, and that's what really matters to us," George said as he and Sam prepared to exit the car. "As for bowing, we don't mind. We'll go ahead and do the traditional greeting anyway. It's not everyday that we get to meet a member of royalty after all."

As soon the Rolls Royce came to a stop in front of the palace's main entrance, George and Sam disembarked and opened up the trunk to retrieve their luggage. Sam turned to Commander Isvirn. "Is there anywhere in the palace we can stow our luggage before we go to meet the king?" he asked.