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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Tue Oct 08, 2024 1:36 pm

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Šilvis Palace

Morning sunbeams graced the glimmering Laglegur lake, its murky depths illuminated by warm winter skies of blue and white, a light dusting of frost clinging to dew-speckled grass and snow covered shrubbery. The lake was surrounded by clumps of worn, weathered pine trees, the ground slowly rising into mountains and knolls which moulded the landscape into rocky outcrops and jagged-clay cliffs. Standing tall above it all was the great Šilvis Palace, truly a sight to behold, it’s gleaming white marble columns and fine granite stonework proudly overlooking the acres upon acres of woodland below.

The building was designed with no shortage of luxury, ornate gold features - polished to a blindingly shiny finish - decorating the exterior of the great palace, a towering crystal glass dome sitting atop it all, whilst the four-storey structure was supported with carved and chiselled columns. It was all a symbol of the opulent excess established by the Leader, the sheer contrast between the building’s architecture and that of the slums dominating some of their largest cities palpable.

Servants and other staff members, decked out in their usual black suited uniforms - except now with a small rose pinned to their lapels as a sign of the special day - bustled about, setting out platters of crystal glasses and fine, embossed porcelain plates adorning each surface. Some platters carried traditional British Arzelentaxmaconean snacks and canapés, little crackers and dips organised neatly upon plates, whilst enormous pots and bowls contained thick, steaming portions of leek and onion soup, served with a rye bread carried in a separate container.

Flags of British Arzelentaxmacone were draped over each tall, ceiling to floor window, tinting the morning sunlight streaming through a slightly crimson shade which illuminated the hall with a comforting warmth. A happy, solidarity-driven atmosphere hung heavily both in the building and beyond as people all across the country began organising their own celebrations, some attending national services and activity events, whilst others held street parties and garden barbecues in and around their homes.

For the first time in what felt like forever, almost everybody seemed to be enjoying themselves and, well, simply having a good time; in the war-torn empire, such was rare to see. But the biggest, most nationally important event of them all was the famous Gigantipithicus Day Party, always held at one of the island country’s many ornate palaces, this year being the idyllic Šilvis Palace, nestled amid Skellian mountains and the official residence of President Olaf Kurtii.

Speaking of which, the man himself paced steadily around the room, admiring the good work of the staff there and congratulating individual employees as he went around, smiling cheerfully. He had been in high spirits and good mood as of late, thrilled by the upcoming birth of his first child and, as always, simply taking delight in the time he spent with his beloved wife, Vana. A black rose was affixed carefully to his suit lapel, whilst his hair bounced as he strode across the room, awaiting the arrival of international delegates with a somewhat anxious attitude, despite his cheerfulness. It was of course his first ceremony of this sort, and he would be lying if he were to say he wasn’t nervous, although he did well at hiding it. Besides, Olaf was still happy, proud to be hosting the national day and excitedly anticipating the onset of the delegations’ arrival. With a smile on his face, he took a seat in one of the cosy armchairs situated in various areas around the great hall, and sat back, taking out a leatherbound book and beginning to flip through the pages.
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Wed Oct 09, 2024 11:09 am

OOC: Food mentioned, sorry for short opening post.
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Šilvis Palace
Oleg-Heinrich Taranov slowly pulled the white GMZ UR-39 executive car into the front of the palace, behind his car followed a BMW 730d, and a blue Mercedes E350, and a black Hongqi L5.

Oleg rolled the window down to speak to the bellhop. He glanced at the elaborate building.

"This... is the place where President Kurtii is holding Gigantipithicus Day, ja?"
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Postby Foggycap » Wed Oct 09, 2024 11:53 am

As the others arrive (or settle in), Margaret would arrive first to the local airport via airship, adjusting her hat, with a blue flame used to cleans her person of any dust and lint as it rolled over her form. She was prim and proper, not needing to hide behind guards or in the case of Foggycap, dragoons, though they still escorted her to a waiting transport that was on loan from Gonswanza despite their current lack of presence. Margaret was here to enjoy herself after all, to get away feom politics, after burnout started to set in due to the political deadlock.

Yet, when she did finally arrive, she was amazed to see just how excessively lavish a human lifestyle could really be. The architecture was far more busy than anything in Foggycap and Minstekko, not to mention that gold was presumably in such excess that it was used to decorate almost everying along with other precious metals. She took a moment to take it all in, before proceeding inside to join the party, quite out of place in her usual garb as the brim of her hat tipped down with her head to mask her face partially against any unwanted photographs.

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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Wed Oct 09, 2024 1:00 pm

Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:OOC: Food mentioned, sorry for short opening post.
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Šilvis Palace
Oleg-Heinrich Taranov slowly pulled the white GMZ UR-39 executive car into the front of the palace, behind his car followed a BMW 730d, and a blue Mercedes E350, and a black Hongqi L5.

Oleg rolled the window down to speak to the bellhop. He glanced at the elaborate building.

"This... is the place where President Kurtii is holding Gigantipithicus Day, ja?"


“Yes, this is his residence and the location of the party. I presume you are on the guest list? Please state your name and delegation’s nation of origin.” The man demanded curtly, taking out a clipboard and scrawling down some information into the form. He was dressed sharply in a standard servant uniform, wearing a black buttoned suit with polished shoes an a British Arzelentaxmaconean flag badge pinned to his jacket lapel.

Foggycap wrote:As the others arrive (or settle in), Margaret would arrive first to the local airport via airship, adjusting her hat, with a blue flame used to cleans her person of any dust and lint as it rolled over her form. She was prim and proper, not needing to hide behind guards or in the case of Foggycap, dragoons, though they still escorted her to a waiting transport that was on loan from Gonswanza despite their current lack of presence. Margaret was here to enjoy herself after all, to get away feom politics, after burnout started to set in due to the political deadlock.

Yet, when she did finally arrive, she was amazed to see just how excessively lavish a human lifestyle could really be. The architecture was far more busy than anything in Foggycap and Minstekko, not to mention that gold was presumably in such excess that it was used to decorate almost everying along with other precious metals. She took a moment to take it all in, before proceeding inside to join the party, quite out of place in her usual garb as the brim of her hat tipped down with her head to mask her face partially against any unwanted photographs.


Olaf sat, waiting for guests to arrive and continuing to turn through the pages of his current reading book, humming to himself as staff continued to bustle about the room, before lining up in a single file queue and departing the hall silently. With this, the President stood up, just as Margaret entered the room, and smiled in a friendly manner. “Welcome to British Arzelentaxmacone. I hope the journey here was safe?” He extended a hand as a gesture of diplomatic goodwill. “I am Olaf Kurtii, President of BA and Baron of Arakhkhar. And you must be..” he checked his guest list “..the delegate from Foggycap?”
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Postby Mercov » Wed Oct 09, 2024 1:13 pm

The exterior minister sighed. "Ms Secretary, with all due respect, is this a good idea?" Voda smiled at the Minister. "No, I am not sure this is a good idea. But I doubt they will do anything against us. My only concern is internal backlash. And we have visited nations who think I should die. Arzelentaxmacone is not one of these nations. Maybe we could get them to liberalize in some way." Borici nodded slightly. "I guess? I still don't think we brought enough guards." Voda nodded. The modified Volkswagen would pull into the Driveway. "Comrade Borici...do you think Mercov will be the strongest delegation?" Borici was taken aback. "I...am not sure. That will have to be seen later. They didn't tell us much about other attendees. But oh well." Voda nodded. When the door was opened, Voda and Borici followed the 3 security members.
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British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:Olaf sat, waiting for guests to arrive and continuing to turn through the pages of his current reading book, humming to himself as staff continued to bustle about the room, before lining up in a single file queue and departing the hall silently. With this, the President stood up, just as Margaret entered the room, and smiled in a friendly manner. “Welcome to British Arzelentaxmacone. I hope the journey here was safe?” He extended a hand as a gesture of diplomatic goodwill. “I am Olaf Kurtii, President of BA and Baron of Arakhkhar. And you must be..” he checked his guest list “..the delegate from Foggycap?”

"Indeed, Margaret Campbell. I was invited here by Angelica Mycellius, though in all honesty I am here to represent Minstekko, a colony of Foggycap, rather than Foggycap itself, but I suppose I could try to persuade Angelica Mycellius to act on my behalf. She has been rather busy since the drawn out summit in Minstekko, after all, so please pardon her absence and inability to arrive."

Granted, she mostly came on her own terms, intending to perhaps garner support for independence in any form, while also working behind the scenes to steer for a more independent presence. But above all else, she was here to have fun, not attend yet another drawn out summit disguised as a dinner party complete with chair-throwing and violent hostility to opposing ideals. Or just the latter, given that the former is looked down upon as improper behavior, something that Margaret would never attempt, unlike others who are more unknown than anything. After all, she knew absolutely nobody here. And nobody here knows her. The attire they wore was vastly different from her own, yet, she wondered if it was a normal human custom to be dressed up like this daily, or if it was only for special occasions, where typically Margaret would be wearing loose fitting robes and some undergarments under said robes including a tee and pants with proper boots, while the attire she wore now was more formal for proper events that were beyond the confines of her chilly office. Pants, boots, a shirt, coat, skirt, and tie with a cape to compliment her torso and figure, while the hat atop her head was more of her speed, as she had to raise her head to reveal her face to Olaf. The odd eyes of hers were likely a mystery not even she could explain, red irises with a yellowed sclera, and black gloves to mask her hands. Then again, there was no need to worry for her health.

On the other hand... Should an incident arise, she might just be the first to leave. Maybe.

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British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:“Yes, this is his residence and the location of the party. I presume you are on the guest list? Please state your name and delegation’s nation of origin.” The man demanded curtly, taking out a clipboard and scrawling down some information into the form. He was dressed sharply in a standard servant uniform, wearing a black buttoned suit with polished shoes an a British Arzelentaxmaconean flag badge pinned to his jacket lapel.

Oleg nodded quietly. The woman in the passenger seat, with light brown flowing hair and hazel eyes smiled slightly and waved too.

"I am Oleg, this is my wife Clara. The three other exec-cars are also part of the Stratusian delegation. I promise. And don't worry. We brought drinks."
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Postby Arakhkhar » Wed Oct 09, 2024 7:30 pm

The conduct and celebration of a nation at war had always been something to study - how in those times of excessive violence brought on by the hatred of one against another, or perhaps for some conviction for a cause that had seemed just to the moment - and indeed, some may have found it strange to be jubilant in such an environment. For the Baroness Vana, she found no particular strangeness in it all - and as she had made her final preparations to join with her husband yet again in another of his treasured events, she did her best to put on a smile as she fixed her appearance in the mirror. A ghostly face of white, which had always been given a slight tinge of blush since she had taken her residency here - and as per usual, she wore her dark purple silks - silks that conformed now to her, and to her... visibly rather heavily pregnant form - something which she took stock of, running one of her own gloved hands over her belly from time to time. Her eyes of purple had always been brought delight by the sensation - and the growing sense of life that stirred from within her.

With a slight heave - she stood up and adjusted the outfit she would wear to such an event. It was a joyous time indeed, but not so much because of the national animal - the subject of the celebration - she more just enjoyed spending the time with her husband... and her mother, whom she had been informed would be visiting. Making a few steps out, and having prepared herself for what was to come - she made her way to the great hall, having by now grown quite accustomed to navigating the palatine halls of glamor. It was something that was still new to her - normally, she had always been surrounded thoroughly in the shades of black and in basking in the tinted hue of stained glass - watching the failing sun try to punch through. Watching Olaf converse from afar - she chuckled slightly to herself as she made her approach - her gravid form not taking away from her elegance. "Mister President. Or Lord Kurtii - or simply... dear? How would you prefer to be addressed?" She chuckled to herself as she took stock of her husband with a happy smile.

In another place afar - the Intendant Karina... and mother of the Baroness... had made her own onset - predictably, with her small contingent of Imperial Guards - she quite resembled the Baroness, with the exception of the aforementioned gravidity - though older, and still imbibed with the duties of managing the foreign relations of a burgeoning superpower - she had always thought it funny that a single finger of the Empire, a single extension of the Empress's will, had been considered of that caliber - it was always a constant reminder that... no matter what happened - the Empire would continue on. The recent annexation of Montepassaro hadn't even been seriously opposed - not even diplomatically, outside of the blabbing of a few delegates. The impotence to act then was as prevalent as it was now - and she knew that full well - and she had known that when she set her eyes on Arzelent land again, it was with the increasing knowledge and prevalence of the fact that it was becoming increasingly a territory of her Empire - and through the will and acts of no one but her own daughter. A mother's pride - fulfilled indeed, and for someone who had become a grandmother several times over in the past - this was still yet different.

Her vehicle, a KnK Motors black sedan with the little purple flags of that Empire fluttering in the cold wind - accompanied by a pair of armored cars of the Imperial Arms Corporation, had rolled slowly towards the palace and its glamor - it was rather pleasant, she had thought to herself, even if not in the Empire itself - and for all of Olaf's... human-ness... she did find herself approving of the man - she'd been here before, and it had been pleasant then. She leaned into her seat... and prepared to disembark.
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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Wed Oct 09, 2024 11:36 pm

Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:
British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:“Yes, this is his residence and the location of the party. I presume you are on the guest list? Please state your name and delegation’s nation of origin.” The man demanded curtly, taking out a clipboard and scrawling down some information into the form. He was dressed sharply in a standard servant uniform, wearing a black buttoned suit with polished shoes an a British Arzelentaxmaconean flag badge pinned to his jacket lapel.

Oleg nodded quietly. The woman in the passenger seat, with light brown flowing hair and hazel eyes smiled slightly and waved too.

"I am Oleg, this is my wife Clara. The three other exec-cars are also part of the Stratusian delegation. I promise. And don't worry. We brought drinks."


The man acknowledged their words with a short, sharp nod, scribbling another note down onto his clipboard. “Stratusians, I see.. well, this all seems to be in order. Feel free to make your way inside now. Parking is provided to your left, and the celebrations shall be taking place within the main hall - it’s just behind the entrance, turn right and you shan’t miss it.”
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British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:The man acknowledged their words with a short, sharp nod, scribbling another note down onto his clipboard. “Stratusians, I see.. well, this all seems to be in order. Feel free to make your way inside now. Parking is provided to your left, and the celebrations shall be taking place within the main hall - it’s just behind the entrance, turn right and you shan’t miss it.”

The small motorcade of vehicles disembark.

First to exit was Clara. Oleg cut the engine on the UR-39, and also exited. From the BMW 730D exited a blond man with combed hair and a trimmed stubble beard - Aleksandr Mihaily Federovich. His gaze was firey, and he cracked a faint grin at the doorman befor heading in.

The man that exited from the E350 was much more composed, cold, calculating, with brown, also combed hair, and a matching dark blue suit and tie. You couldn't see what he was feeling behind the gray eyes but you could know what he thought about you.

The last man to exit was the man from the Hongqi L5. He had a much more piercing gaze, and an eyepatch.
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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Thu Oct 10, 2024 9:35 am

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British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:snip

Snip.

“Pleased to meet you, Ms Campbell.” Olaf smiled and nodded diplomatically. He was normally very good at talking to new people and was well regarded among his peers for his eloquent, thoughtful comments when discussing with other political figures, something which was still present in his greeting words, but seemed to lack when it came to actually continuing the conversation.

Often he found conversational skills more easy when he knew something about the other person’s nation of origin - even if it were just a little - but in this instance, he knew next to nothing about Foggycap, other than the fact it was a KTO member and a nation that his own country had never really interacted with all that much. Still, he upheld a polite and respectful tone in his next words, trying to make some basic small talk in an attempt to break the.. rather uncomfortable silence. Not talking to guests would be unbecoming of a host for a party of this calibre, after all.

“So, I don’t know much about your nation.. or Minstekko, for that matter. What’s it like?”

Mercov wrote:The exterior minister sighed. "Ms Secretary, with all due respect, is this a good idea?" Voda smiled at the Minister. "No, I am not sure this is a good idea. But I doubt they will do anything against us. My only concern is internal backlash. And we have visited nations who think I should die. Arzelentaxmacone is not one of these nations. Maybe we could get them to liberalize in some way." Borici nodded slightly. "I guess? I still don't think we brought enough guards." Voda nodded. The modified Volkswagen would pull into the Driveway. "Comrade Borici...do you think Mercov will be the strongest delegation?" Borici was taken aback. "I...am not sure. That will have to be seen later. They didn't tell us much about other attendees. But oh well." Voda nodded. When the door was opened, Voda and Borici followed the 3 security members.


“Make your way on into the hall, to your right.” The guard outside the doors nodded, without smiling or offering much in the way of kindness or friendliness. At the end of the day their main job was to stand outside and look tough - not to actually care about what was going on within the building. Guards inside directed them to the scene of the party itself, decked out in full military uniform and wielding heavy assault rifles, curved silver sabres with gleaming, polished gold hilts encrusted with jade hanging from their leather belts.

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British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:The man acknowledged their words with a short, sharp nod, scribbling another note down onto his clipboard. “Stratusians, I see.. well, this all seems to be in order. Feel free to make your way inside now. Parking is provided to your left, and the celebrations shall be taking place within the main hall - it’s just behind the entrance, turn right and you shan’t miss it.”

The small motorcade of vehicles disembark.

First to exit was Clara. Oleg cut the engine on the UR-39, and also exited. From the BMW 730D exited a blond man with combed hair and a trimmed stubble beard - Aleksandr Mihaily Federovich. His gaze was firey, and he cracked a faint grin at the doorman befor heading in.

The man that exited from the E350 was much more composed, cold, calculating, with brown, also combed hair, and a matching dark blue suit and tie. You couldn't see what he was feeling behind the gray eyes but you could know what he thought about you.

The last man to exit was the man from the Hongqi L5. He had a much more piercing gaze, and an eyepatch.


The same guards who had welcomed in the Mercovian delegation (although not so warmly) nodded in acknowledgment as the Stratusians disembarked, one gesticulating inside to the double doors of the elaborate hall, as more guests began to arrive.

The whole area did seem to be bustling with guards and security personnel, particularly after two assassination attempts against Clarkson and the Leader in previous months. Such a large, grand event containing such important figures could of course be an easy target for an attack - but this time, the military were determined to ensure this didn’t happen again.
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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Thu Oct 10, 2024 9:51 am

Arakhkhar wrote:snip.


Olaf’s eyes immediately brightened and a grin instantaneously spread across his face as he bowed respectfully to the Foggycap delegate, before turning to face his wife, feeling as lovestruck as he always was, taking her hands gently in his own and smiling happily. “Call me however you want, Vana. I am your faithful consort as ever.” He giggled with a warm smile, speaking softly as his eyes sparkled with joy. “You look as beautiful as always.”

Outside..

Noticing the Arakhkhari vehicle, the valet seemed to have a rather different reaction than he did to the previous guests’ arrivals, immediately straightening up and saluting the motorcade, bowing as a traditional greeting, in this case being utilised as a sign of deep respect. The Principality’s increasingly apparent influence over the Red Empire was blatant for all to see, and the valet was no exception, recognising that of all of the guests so far Arakhkhar was likely the most influential one within his nation’s borders. “Right this way, madam. Parking is provided to your left, and the celebrations are all being conducted within the main hall of the palace. Guards will help you find your way if necessary.” Once again, he bowed, waiting for her vehicle to move past before breathing a long sigh of relief.
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Postby Foggycap » Thu Oct 10, 2024 7:41 pm

"Well, Min-"

She was cut off by the arrival of the Arakh delegates, sighing as she realized the same nation she tried to condamn earlier had arrived. But, putting politics aside, she would stop time to pace about, and snatch a drink from the back, only to return to her position as time resumed, now holding a glass of water with a lemon wedge floating in it and a few cubes of ice.

Still, she would rather leave them be than attempt to wedge herself into their affairs, soon turning around and looking for a way into the event, effectively sneaking off out of an awkward conversation while she considers her next move in her mind. She was hoping to escape politics, not get thrown head first into a mess, after all.

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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Thu Oct 10, 2024 11:40 pm

Foggycap wrote:"Well, Min-"

She was cut off by the arrival of the Arakh delegates, sighing as she realized the same nation she tried to condamn earlier had arrived. But, putting politics aside, she would stop time to pace about, and snatch a drink from the back, only to return to her position as time resumed, now holding a glass of water with a lemon wedge floating in it and a few cubes of ice.

Still, she would rather leave them be than attempt to wedge herself into their affairs, soon turning around and looking for a way into the event, effectively sneaking off out of an awkward conversation while she considers her next move in her mind. She was hoping to escape politics, not get thrown head first into a mess, after all.


Whilst Olaf spoke with his wife, thoroughly distracted by everything else, another British Arzelentaxmaconean appeared - Varant. He stared down from the balcony of the hall, stood distinctly amid the shadowy darkness of the veranda, eyes glowing from within. Soon, the pair of green, piercing eyes disappeared, and after a few moments, he began walking down the staircase, noticing the Foggycap delegate and walking towards her with a smirk.

“Don’t mind Olaf.. he’s what one would call ‘enamoured’ with his wife. Forgive him - he can be easily distracted by the Baroness to say the least.” He chuckled to himself. “How are you enjoying the event? Ah, how rude of me - my name is Varant Panosian, Minister of Defence for BA.”
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Postby Arakhkhar » Fri Oct 11, 2024 1:02 am

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The Baroness chuckled slightly with her steps - and yet, she always did so thoroughly enjoy the grin he took on his face whenever she had drawn near - it was always a very physical indication of his excitement, and of his… joy simply to be with her - she gave a little peck to his cheek. “Well… I suppose there is a title for you - besides Baron, of course, you’d also be considered a Marokrat - but anywho, I didn’t come to bore you with Imperial titles… and if I must say, my Lord, you are quite handsome yourself today.”

She would, however, take a note - Margaret was using magic of a kind, and the Baroness… being sensitive to such things, merely squinted her eyes somewhat as she considered the leader of Minstekko. She was a wife and soon a mother yet again, but she was still an Imperial, and an Imperial diplomat no less - and it was always her duty to make observations on such matters. Turning her brief attention from that affair and unto her husband - she spoke calmly.
“There’s been a good deal of preparation done here - it is all well done. And… others from the Badlands, as it seems - Minstekko’s leader, you’ve seen, from the area.”

Outside,
The Intendant’s vehicle moved past indeed - but as they did so, she took stock of the way she had been treated from the onset of her arrival - some had their fearful deference known, others looked on in scorn - the Empire was taking root here, and almost everyone there had known that fully well by this point. The motorcade made it’s onset to the parking area rather swiftly - as she prepared the finishing touches on her own ensemble - a slight tightening of a corset… the proper application of gloves… and the Imperial Guards, who prepared in their ceremonial form of KK-9 gear.
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Fri Oct 11, 2024 5:51 am

British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:“Don’t mind Olaf.. he’s what one would call ‘enamoured’ with his wife. Forgive him - he can be easily distracted by the Baroness to say the least.” He chuckled to himself. “How are you enjoying the event? Ah, how rude of me - my name is Varant Panosian, Minister of Defence for BA.”

The blond man with the stubble beard approached Varant, extending a hand, flashing a grin.

"Du... you are minister of defense, Ja? Aleksander Mihaily Federovich, CEO of Quartiermeister-Bewaffnng, based in Stratusia. We produce aftermarket weapons modifications. Nice to meet you. For short, just call me Federovich, or A.M, Alex, or Misha, I am a man of many names."
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Postby Foggycap » Fri Oct 11, 2024 6:00 am

For once, Margaret did not play passive, as the Straussian jumped in, only for Margaret to give them an annoyed glare before she reached out to shake his hand with a gloved hand herself.

"Margaret Campbell. Colonial leader, soon to be true leader of Minstekko, a colony of Foggycap in the Badlands."

However, her annoyance would soften, as she looks over to the Straussian.

"Weapons? How nice. Still, you two seem quite the pair, Aleksander and Varant. The one who supplies arms... And a buyer for such necessary devices. Is there perhaps any interests you two have in Minstekko, despite its... Rather small presence?"

Well, besides the fact that she was 5'2, though she was referring to a topic she had been wanting to avoid only to get thrust into it: politics. Again. Seems she could never really escape that foul snake.

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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Fri Oct 11, 2024 6:06 am

Foggycap wrote:"Is there perhaps any interests you two have in Minstekko, despite its... Rather small presence?"

He thumbed at Gerhard, and smirked. Gerhard scowled at him.

"Talk to Gerhard, he makes the milspec stuff. I only produce BCGs, and other aftermarket parts to improve preformance through higher quality."

Gerhard sighed, and approached the three, extending a hand out to Margaret. His gaze was no longer cold, just lost in thought. He was always thinking before speaking. It was the way in his family at dinnertime. You thought before you spoke.

"Gerhard Sprechter. Director of GP 'Waffenfabrik Stier'. Nice to meet you... Frau Campbell?"
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Postby Foggycap » Fri Oct 11, 2024 6:47 am

Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:
Foggycap wrote:"Is there perhaps any interests you two have in Minstekko, despite its... Rather small presence?"

He thumbed at Gerhard, and smirked. Gerhard scowled at him.

"Talk to Gerhard, he makes the milspec stuff. I only produce BCGs, and other aftermarket parts to improve preformance through higher quality."

Gerhard sighed, and approached the three, extending a hand out to Margaret. His gaze was no longer cold, just lost in thought. He was always thinking before speaking. It was the way in his family at dinnertime. You thought before you spoke.

"Gerhard Sprechter. Director of GP 'Waffenfabrik Stier'. Nice to meet you... Frau Campbell?"

"Ah, Gerhard. Yes, I am er... Frau Campbell... Please, call me Margaret."

She was a bit awkward with this meeting, mainly due to not recognizing the formality offered, and instead correcting him, as her attention turns to Gerhard.

"So, what weapons could you offer me, if I were to offer gold in return? Minstekko is in need of a defense industry, though so far our weapons have been mostly blades and spears with limited production runs of trapdoor rifles and breech loaded cannons. Stronger weapons are a necessity, as you understand, but the nation demamds something to bridge the gap between trapdoors and these so-called "modern" rifles."

She had taken to him kindly, expressing her own concerns, but also being clueless about what he could offer, avoiding the topic of armor given that such would demand a far greater industrial base.
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Postby Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries » Fri Oct 11, 2024 7:13 am

Foggycap wrote:"So, what weapons could you offer me, if I were to offer gokd in return? Minstekko is in need of a defense industry, though so far our weapons have been mostly blades and spears with limited production runs of trapdoor rifles and breech loaded cannons. Stronger weapons are a necessity, as you understand, but the nation demamds something to bridge the gap between trapdoors and these so-called "modern" rifles."

"Hmmm... It depends on how much gold you are offering, and the... well. Model of rifle, Konstruktionsjahr, et cetera. Many confounding factors, mainly model."

"We have the initial production model, StKb61A, 700 NSD, jack of all trades, low recoil, chambered 6x30mm, relatively short range, to be supplemented by DMRs. The 'W' series is the even more budget-restrained version coming in at 650 NSD to bolster equipped troop numbers..."

He rubs his chin slightly, lost in thought again as he tries to recall product lines.

"Similar models of better make, used domestically by us, include StKb61M, made from milled parts, premium version, StKb61U Uluchshennyy, the improved M variant, 2000 NSD."

"Sturmpistole 74 is our standard machine pistol, used by most gendarmerie, chambered in the ubiquitous 9x19mm,"

"We also have the KrGw61, 10x75mm. Fullest power cartridge. Some of our lesser known weapons, which pricing has to be discussed personally, are the M4E Automatic Rifle, full length 20-incher, chambered in 556; AS-VAL Sonderausführung-K - fires a heavier slightly larger 10x40mm Krieger-WC rounds which come in the standard-issue 350 grain, 420 grain 'Hi-grain' , 500 grain 'Heavy hitter', and the 610 grain 'bonecrusher' variants; and the Patroullenkarabiner, another 10x40 specimen."
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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Fri Oct 11, 2024 8:36 am

Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:
British Arzelentaxmacone wrote:“Don’t mind Olaf.. he’s what one would call ‘enamoured’ with his wife. Forgive him - he can be easily distracted by the Baroness to say the least.” He chuckled to himself. “How are you enjoying the event? Ah, how rude of me - my name is Varant Panosian, Minister of Defence for BA.”

The blond man with the stubble beard approached Varant, extending a hand, flashing a grin.

"Du... you are minister of defense, Ja? Aleksander Mihaily Federovich, CEO of Quartiermeister-Bewaffnng, based in Stratusia. We produce aftermarket weapons modifications. Nice to meet you. For short, just call me Federovich, or A.M, Alex, or Misha, I am a man of many names."


He nodded, smiling in a pleasant manner and shaking his hand firmly. “Ah - a pleasure to meet you, Alex. Yes.. I am Varant Panosian, the Minister of Defence for British Arzelentaxmacone. I am aware our nations have traded in the past, unless I am very much mistaken.”
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Postby Foggycap » Fri Oct 11, 2024 8:57 am

Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:"Hmmm... It depends on how much gold you are offering, and the... well. Model of rifle, Konstruktionsjahr, et cetera. Many confounding factors, mainly model."

"We have the initial production model, StKb61A, 700 NSD, jack of all trades, low recoil, chambered 6x30mm, relatively short range, to be supplemented by DMRs. The 'W' series is the even more budget-restrained version coming in at 650 NSD to bolster equipped troop numbers..."

He rubs his chin slightly, lost in thought again as he tries to recall product lines.

"Similar models of better make, used domestically by us, include StKb61M, made from milled parts, premium version, StKb61U Uluchshennyy, the improved M variant, 2000 NSD."

"Sturmpistole 74 is our standard machine pistol, used by most gendarmerie, chambered in the ubiquitous 9x19mm,"

"We also have the KrGw61, 10x75mm. Fullest power cartridge. Some of our lesser known weapons, which pricing has to be discussed personally, are the M4E Automatic Rifle, full length 20-incher, chambered in 556; AS-VAL Sonderausführung-K - fires a heavier slightly larger 10x40mm Krieger-WC rounds which come in the standard-issue 350 grain, 420 grain 'Hi-grain' , 500 grain 'Heavy hitter', and the 610 grain 'bonecrusher' variants; and the Patroullenkarabiner, another 10x40 specimen."

"So... No bolt action rifles? Nothing that can't be quickly manufactured with a very limited industrial base that can barely crank out an airship in a week and arm it within another week, the only saving grace being the use of magic to quickly move parts into place and mend cloth given a lack of machinery? Because I am on a truly tight budget, and Foggycap seems intent on cutting us loose without a paddle just to see how long we'd last alone."

And back to Varant Panosian...

"-Speaking of trade, perhaps you too could help arm Minstekko in some way? Shape? Form? Perhaps some cannon artillery that could be studied, maybe? Or some advisors to help get my own little world in order... As a colony attempting to break away from Foggycap."
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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Fri Oct 11, 2024 11:36 am

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Socalist Republic Of Mercenaries wrote:"Hmmm... It depends on how much gold you are offering, and the... well. Model of rifle, Konstruktionsjahr, et cetera. Many confounding factors, mainly model."

"We have the initial production model, StKb61A, 700 NSD, jack of all trades, low recoil, chambered 6x30mm, relatively short range, to be supplemented by DMRs. The 'W' series is the even more budget-restrained version coming in at 650 NSD to bolster equipped troop numbers..."

He rubs his chin slightly, lost in thought again as he tries to recall product lines.

"Similar models of better make, used domestically by us, include StKb61M, made from milled parts, premium version, StKb61U Uluchshennyy, the improved M variant, 2000 NSD."

"Sturmpistole 74 is our standard machine pistol, used by most gendarmerie, chambered in the ubiquitous 9x19mm,"

"We also have the KrGw61, 10x75mm. Fullest power cartridge. Some of our lesser known weapons, which pricing has to be discussed personally, are the M4E Automatic Rifle, full length 20-incher, chambered in 556; AS-VAL Sonderausführung-K - fires a heavier slightly larger 10x40mm Krieger-WC rounds which come in the standard-issue 350 grain, 420 grain 'Hi-grain' , 500 grain 'Heavy hitter', and the 610 grain 'bonecrusher' variants; and the Patroullenkarabiner, another 10x40 specimen."

"So... No bolt action rifles? Nothing that can be quickly manufactured with a very limited industrial base that can barely crank out an airship in a week and arm it within another week, the only saving grace being the use of magic to quickly move parts into place and mend cloth given a lack of machinery? Because I am on a truly tight budget, and Foggycap seems intent on cutting us loose without a paddle just to see how long we'd last alone."

And back to Varant Panosian...

"-Speaking of trade, perhaps you too could help arm Minstekko in some way? Shape? Form? Perhaps some cannon artillery that could be studied, maybe? Or some advisors to help get my own little world in order... As a colony attempting to break away from Foggycap."


Varant grinned as he sniffed out the opportunity for a trade deal, nodding enthusiastically. “Why yes, of course! Artillery is, as always, readily available.. and if you were looking for some more extreme options, I’d suggest taking a look at our biological and chemical weapons program. We make some rather potent weaponry in such a field - cheap, effective solutions such as those are always on hand, and we’d even go as far as to offer them to you for a discounted price. All we’d ask in return is the establishment of some.. basic diplomatic framework.”
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Postby Foggycap » Fri Oct 11, 2024 11:52 am

Papers. Always the papers... Something she dearly hated in her studies, being up to her neck in research smuggled out of Foggycap's hidden archives. And here it was again, ready to smack her in the face the moment she returns. But, at the very least, the small sacrifice made would benefit her greatly.

"Ah? Of course we can arrange for that... Though, I also wonder what systems you had in mind. Currently we are using black powder, but are already beginning research into more advanced propellants, though I'm not sure if it could actually work with the devices you have in mind, like your rather eager friend over there."

She gestures to Gerhard, not in a way to reduce his importance, but rather to point out that perhaps he was diving into a problem he had no idea about, or was too reckless to care for the issue of propellant and limited industry. Of course, it could not be emphasized enough at this point, but she was starting to sound like a moping, broken record at this point.

"Not to mention a limited industrial base does mean that your technology will have to be imported for now, until the proper industrial base can be built up within the tunnels of Minstekko and perhaps even expanded above ground like the KTO joint occupation zone that is still... In progress."

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Postby British Arzelentaxmacone » Fri Oct 11, 2024 12:00 pm

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The Baroness chuckled slightly with her steps - and yet, she always did so thoroughly enjoy the grin he took on his face whenever she had drawn near - it was always a very physical indication of his excitement, and of his… joy simply to be with her - she gave a little peck to his cheek. “Well… I suppose there is a title for you - besides Baron, of course, you’d also be considered a Marokrat - but anywho, I didn’t come to bore you with Imperial titles… and if I must say, my Lord, you are quite handsome yourself today.”

She would, however, take a note - Margaret was using magic of a kind, and the Baroness… being sensitive to such things, merely squinted her eyes somewhat as she considered the leader of Minstekko. She was a wife and soon a mother yet again, but she was still an Imperial, and an Imperial diplomat no less - and it was always her duty to make observations on such matters. Turning her brief attention from that affair and unto her husband - she spoke calmly.
“There’s been a good deal of preparation done here - it is all well done. And… others from the Badlands, as it seems - Minstekko’s leader, you’ve seen, from the area.”

Outside,
The Intendant’s vehicle moved past indeed - but as they did so, she took stock of the way she had been treated from the onset of her arrival - some had their fearful deference known, others looked on in scorn - the Empire was taking root here, and almost everyone there had known that fully well by this point. The motorcade made it’s onset to the parking area rather swiftly - as she prepared the finishing touches on her own ensemble - a slight tightening of a corset… the proper application of gloves… and the Imperial Guards, who prepared in their ceremonial form of KK-9 gear.

“And you look beautiful, Vana. I am a lucky man, you know? I don’t know what I did to deserve a wife as wonderful as you are.” Olaf grinned, his eyes twinkling as he leaned in to plant a gentle, soft kiss on her cheek, before leaning back out, listening to her words attentively and nodding.

“I’m glad you are pleased with the preparation - it’s been a long while in the making, but I’m happy with how it turned out. It’s something of a great honour, really, they’ve held this event for centuries before me. But I think we did a good job this year.” Olaf smiled cheerfully, eyes flickering over to Margaret before soon returning to Vana. He found it rather difficult to not be distracted by the Baroness, after all, as enamoured as ever with her beauty.

“Ah, yes. I’m very happy with the turnout this year - if I recall correctly, last year the attendance here was below its current level, so it’s great to see some new guests. And it’s nice that the good Intendant will be joining us, as well.” The president beamed. He was clearly quite proud of his work on setting up the event, and evidently just delighted to be spending time with his wife.
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