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James just shrugs. “Yeah, but it’s still just not quite the same,” he explains. “But, you do have pretty good food here, in general. And you all seem like pretty good people too.”
"Thank you!" Zyth says, bowing. "Hospitality is a practice that we Gondorians like to continue" he laughs
The Monsonian crew is shocked. They had arrived in the uncolonized but mostly ready for habitation world of Rustal, in the Monarch System. If it hadn't been for the Primaeri takeover of Monsone, this system too would have been populated and served as an outpost of further colonization and expansion. The ships would have docked at one of the completed but empty space depots. From there, they could take an automated shuttle down to the surface of the planet Rustal, and try and find their way in the maze of uninhabited buildings that filled the planet's cities and towns.
"They won't be so stupid as to refuse. They'll merely bend the terms as much as they possibly can, get away with as much as they can without breaking the treaty, yet. Much like what happened with the Treaty of Versailles." Sighed the ex-president as he looked at the passing scenery before saying: "Only fools would destroy this land. Only fools wouldn't recognize the value of what lies beneath it and obliterate this land and its people. Without them, the riches underground can never be exploited.."
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"We can follow the treaty without your little enforcement committee." Said the man as the head of the Monsonian delegation was dragged back into the room.
"Sign." The woman ordered.
"Y-yes!" Replied the head of the Monsonian delegation said timidly.
"Very well. Our job here is done." Said the man as all the finely dressed people got up, and then left.
"So, the treaty? Where is it?" Asked one of the aides as they looked for a piece of paper to give to the delegation head to sign.
It was then a very loud crack and splash could be heard coming from the lake. The ice on the surface had been punched through by the VTOL fighter. Its mangled wreck sinking into the lake, with its pilot having ejected in the nick of time. There was no telltale smoke from a surface-to-air missile or the explosion associated with it. Nor was there any sign of even small arms and autocannon anti-aircraft fire. The plane had seemingly dropped out of the sky at random with no sign of foul play. Nor would any sign be found even with a total search of the surrounding areas and tracking of internet usage and IP addresses. But this was a warning, albeit a very subtle one, the kind of warning given right before something goes catastrophically wrong.
Mary sighed.
"Look...I...look I don't care anymore; it's your fathers fault and we need to make sure that this bastard can't do anything...and...hey...if ever you need help with periods I'm sure some of us girls will lend a hand."
Mary sighed.
"Let's just get this asshole.”
Mary looked at herself.
“My mother worked her ass of trying to get me a better life and…well…it seems I’m going right into what she did.”
"Yeah...when your a generalist you don't get much spare time; you're always working and working...work work work."
She looked at herself.
"This is the dress I wore on my first successful assignment actually."
Jonathan closed the second book.
“Mercy makes ones enemies stronger…” Jonathan mused, “But mercy is liable to make ones enemies into allies…strange.”
He looked back at the book, somewhat disturbed by what he read.
“Vara is turning out to be far more dangerous than first anticipated…quite frankly, I seem to be outmatched but…that is to be determined.”
He placed the book to the side, continued to write in the dossier and then turned to look at the third book of the collection. He turned open the page.
“What do you wish for me to understand Vara?” Jonathan mused to himself.
Due to the versatile nature of the Aerlanican vessels, and the small size of the light cruisers, one of the Aerlanican ships touched down on the planet surface to conduct some of their own operations, while the other two remained in a close protective formation around the captured Primaeri vessel. The Monsonians were offered food, medical supplies and other amenities by the Aerlanicans.
The Grand Emperor nodded.
"Better, every item you see here has been perfectly, expertly and specifically tailored or made to fit you and you alone; we scanned you while you were sleeping one night and got your body's exact measurements; we would not want second rate for the Grand Empress of the greatest empire the world has seen."
It was at that moment that the Grand Emperor heard a small, discreet beep from his data-pad, he pulled it up and smiled.
"Ah, the Monsonians have surrendered...they crumbled quicker than I expected."
"What is one hundred thousand square kilometres of land when you have over one hundred planets under your control? and what worth is here that could possibly entice the Primaeri to rule out orbital bombardment; Aerlanica possesses one of the lightest and strongest stable isotopes of Titanium along with plenty of marble, granite and limestone and it was razed to the ground...what does Monsone have that could possibly save your people. And also, what is south?"
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The Admiral Fae'lark heard the crash and shrugged; one plane was nothing.
However, the Admiral still reached to a small device at his hip and flipped a switch. He then continued to speak.
"the Admiral expresses his concerns over this strange and unprofessional change of delegation...likewise these...suited individuals seem to be quite disrespectful to our mercy and has brushed aside our offer to help steer Monsone into a new age of prosperity and non-belligerency."
The Admiral shook his head and continued to speak.
"he is unsure as to who we should listen to, and is very much confused as to what is going on, who is who, and the nature of our visit. We feel as though there is no negotiation being conducted here and that posers have dressed up smartly and spouted their agenda.
"Our society," the aide continued to translate, "which has functioned well and efficiently has been insulted, our Grand Emperor disregarded and our intelligence and political class has been thoroughly underestimated and brushed aside; we feel as thought you aren't taking this lightly and are simply throwing around words and statements in an attempt to impress us with your "chauvinism" which as no place in political discourse."
the Admiral slowly withdrew the data-pad.
"the Admiral wishes to speak with someone who is actually in power, possess some semblance of political intelligence, has a level head and does not resort to petty and pathetic forms of denunciations trying to pass it off as political statements."
The Admiral gestured outside and spoke, he was once again translated for.
"Due to the nature of our VTOL fighter being downed, we will deploy a platoon to guard the Admiral, this is not an offensive action; this is simply us protecting the possibility of peace from...Aerlanicans that seek to...ignite tensions between us; they have presented themselves as a vicious and violent race...and must be dealt with abruptly and with contempt..."
The Admiral trailed off before he continued.
"The Admiral would...like to add another clause to the Treaty; the extradition of Aerlanicans, or those with Aerlanican heritage to Rural Work Complexes to ensure that the violent and...rabble-rousing Aerlanicans can be...removed from society."
“Well, you’re certainly good at it.” James laughs lightly.
(Love the new flag! And I saw your post in the Cape. West North West Kansas, which had been sending food to whatever survivors they could find after their leader made amends with Queen Kiki, now begins sending food to Twilights Hollow. While Kansas could not directly support a war, they were thrilled to hear that Aerlanica had survived and more than happy to help the nation recover in any other ways that they could help. Queen Kiki will possibly do more direct action when/if she ever goes home—I’m pretty sure I haven’t done anything in Kansas since the invention of the telephone so I’m not sure Kiki will ever actually make it back to Kansas at this point lmao)
“Well, it’s quite a nice dress,” Connie shamelessly stares at her for a moment. “I kind of get it, though. My last relationship didn’t exactly end well, although the relationship part wasn’t much better.” She sighs. “So, after that, I moved back to the city and started working for Cait back when he ran for president. I kind of threw myself into that, so work was pretty much the only thing I did besides spending time with my brother. Feels like it went by so fast...”
Bella giggles
"Keep your eyes locked on mine, And let the music be your guide?"
Emily's face gets serious
"Oh it's on. I should have you know I've never been dizzy in my life, so this will be an easy win" she says, confidently
Cara smiles
"You're really cute"
(That's not a dcom quote lol sorry my brain is mostly dead)
Kalliope looks at James, confused
"Why are you concerned about Taryn? To my recollection she can drink anyone under the table"
Ophelia frowns, but nods
"I understand, thank you for coming." She says as she turns back and leans against Sarah again
Kalliope smiles at Shunni
"I'm so happy for you!" She whispers back
"I think for the first time in forever I'm at a bar and no one has been interested in me... It's kinda refreshing, ya know? I don't want to be just an object of men's fantasies, I like being free." She whispers
(Kalliope is very chatty lol)
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Taryn gives a little smile
"Uh.. Yeah. Here, I'll put my number in your phone and you can put your number in mine" she says pulling out her phone
"Or I have a marker and I can just write it on your arm" she says jokingly
Kiki spins Bella around with a flourish. “Won’t you promise me, that you’ll never forget to keep dancing wherever we go next.”
Carissa grins brightly. “Okay. Ready, set, go!” They all start spinning at the same time.
(All good, my brain is always dead.) “I love you,” Cait says softly.
James shrugs. “I probably should’ve guessed that. I’m the same way but we’ve both had a lot to drink tonight, and she looks like she’s struggling a little bit. So I was a little concerned.”
Vara ignored the creepiness that the Grand Emperor just mentioned. In fact, she thought, I probably would have done the same thing. We may actually have quite a bit in common.
"Congratulations, Emperor," Vara said, "I take it that the war is going quite well then?"
The third journal seemed to detail the events of her training.
Training is tough, as I suspected, but I am doing well. Most of the other people here are some level of nobility. I also met the Prince, Ivan. He has been in training for a long time. It makes sense considering that he is going to be Royal Emperor someday. Similarly to his sister, Ivan seems to resent his father. Also similar to with his sister, I intend to get close to him. He will be going places, and I intend to go there with him.
...
That was...surprisingly easy. It turns out that there is a massive benefit to being the only girl in a training center full of ambitious, wanting men. I didn't make any explicit moves, but I...implied. It seems that that was enough for him to drop his guard and trust me relatively quickly. It also helps that I have experience getting around the capital and working covertly under the noses of the military.
It turns out that Lemin (he goes by his mother's last name, seemingly to spite his father) is planning a rebellion. He plans to get some really loyal soldiers when he is in the military and overthrow his father. He needs me to be a double-agent, a spy, in the military. Very interesting.
I don't know if he will be able to succeed, but he is smart. He has worked out plans and weaknesses and already has some support in high places. I will do as he asks; I think that I can get a position in his new government. Number two on the throne, perhaps. But, I have contingencies. I will also be a double-agent for the Royal Emperor. Essentially, I am on both sides. If I play it right, I will win no matter what happens. Top general, perhaps, or nobility far beyond anything my father ever achieved.
Oh, that's another thing: I figured that it is best to hide my past. I stopped using my last name, I have just been going by "Vara". That way I can separate myself from the embarrassment, shame, and crimes of my father against the throne. There is no way for them to figure out who I am...except for these journals. I can't let anyone ever see these. I have a few hiding spots in mind where I can put them.
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At the end of the third and final journal of what Jonathan has, there was a short letter, added recently.
Dear Jonathan,
I have done something quite risky, more risky than anything I have ever done. If all goes well, all will be well. But, if it does not, I will likely be dead. If I die, I want someone to know why I have done everything that I have done. I had to fight for everything I got. Usually, I could not trust anyone besides myself. If I didn't do what I did, I would have died in a gutter in Fort Domination when I was but a child. I don't expect forgiveness for any of my actions, but I hope that you will understand. That is all I want if I die: to be understood.
Beyond that, I ask that you continue to help Eveline. She has a rough life. I was alone for much of my life, but she had to live with her worst enemy, her worst nightmare.
I wish you well, truly.
Till we meet again, whether in victory or the afterlife,
Vara
(Of course, I will deny any of this if you decide to make it public. Please don't.)
(Thanks, I thought a new one was in order since the Federation itself technically collapsed, also I kind of assumed that.)
“Time often does that…it’s weird, when you look ahead time seems so big and scary, but looking in the past the days seem to pass in mere minutes.”
She looked up at the sky.
“Alright, spit it out.”
“What?”
“You’ve been drooling over me ever since we’ve met, spit it out.” Tsarina said with a slight smirk.
Jonathan gave a curt nod and excused himself. As he walked away, he looked to Evan and approached.
"I'm terribly sorry my good man, however politics does not wait for anyone and I must leave."
He pulled out a card.
"If ever you need something, even if it is immediate protection for a dangerous party, call this number, they are a trusted organisation."
Jonathan began to turn away as Evan looked down at the card.
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He looked up at Jonathan and saw him slowly walking away.
Jonathan closed the final journal and held the letter in his hand.
“Interesting.” Jonathan mused.
He wrote the final entries into the dossier and looked at how thin it was.
“Your past is as obscure as mine…however unlike you you’ve actively tried to hide it, I made it a little game.”
Jonathan stood up and began to pace around.
“A lust to be better, to be more…well I can see why one would make a deal with the Primaeri if they had that mentality…however this…violent nature and merciless, skeptical and deceitful actions make her quite the match…”
He looked at the journals.
“Well…out of respect Ms Vara, I will respect your wishes,” he mused, “however I just hope you are still on our side.”
"quite well indeed; peace deals have been made with the Roxiums and the Lawithons while discussions for the conditional surrender of Monsone are underway...all that remains is that worthless force of Er'lah and their annoying genetic code."
He shook his head.
"Oh well, even the best laid plans are bound to have hiccups and roadblocks in the way."
He put away the data pad.
"Well? I guess we must address the elephant in the room here...you're...well...certain organs." He said, gesturing to Vara.
The Monsonians gladly accept the aide and then attempt to find a suitable meeting place in the city. Finally, they choose a hotel as the meeting spot.
"Hydrogen." Said the ex-president. "The purest hydrogen you could ever imagine. Not polluted by natural gas, or extracted from water. Pure liquid hydrogen. There is so much of it, you could power a whole armada off of it, and still have enough for civilian use. This hydrogen is optimal for powering FTL spacecraft since it has zero impurities, and it can be extracted as an impurity-free gas with great ease. There are plenty of other substantial amounts of natural resources, but none are going to be as enticing as this hydrogen." Pausing for a moment, the ex-president then said: "As I already told you, south is the Empire of Shingukai. The closest safe place we can get to since I do not fancy flying at the moment."
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A bit took aback, the Monsonian delegation sighed. These demands were slowly becoming more and more unreasonable, with an extent of ridiculousness. Now the extradition of Aerlanicans? That was going to be an impossibility. Not to mention the blatant hatred and racism against Aerlanicans wasn't going down well with the Monsonian delegation. And frankly what the Primaeri delegation was saying and asking for was getting to the point of being borderline illegal. This wasn't going to be enforceable via a peace treaty, this would require the utter, and total destruction of the Monsonain legal system, the Monsonian Constitution, and the termination of a history of democracy nearly three-hundred years long. And while this was all theoretically doable, it could not be enforced via treaty. It had to be enforced via parliamentary legislation.
"I hope you understand that this is borderline illegal." One of the Monsonian aides said concernedly before adding in: "This treaty falls astray of three laws, the very first section of the constitution, and breaks every legal code since 1905. Legally, in its current state, it cannot be accepted. Withdraw the claim for two cities, the gold payment, the deportation of Aerlanicans, and the military limits save for those on space weaponry and spacecraft."
"You can have the Monarch and Royal Sovereign systems, but we get to keep the New Monsone and New Empire systems." Chimed in the other aide as the head of the delegation sipped some tea.
Vara nodded solemnly.
"So, tell me, what exactly must be done?"
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Back in Fort Domination, in the center of town, a sudden bonfire started in the center of a busy street. Due to the crowds, nobody could be sure who started it. Thick black smoke rose into the air, and projectors placed in various buildings around it projected an image of the Royal Emperor onto the column of smoke. He began to move and speak, his thunderous voice seemingly coming from all around.
"People of Tyramon! Your king, your god, has returned! The foolish rebels thought that they could kill a god! HA! But now they shall pay for their sins. The city is filled with sinners! But, as the merciful lord I am, I shall show some measure of mercy to the followers of rebellion. Repent, and pledge your everlasting loyalty to me, the one, the true, the only Royal Emperor of Tyramon and rightful leader and god of all.
"The time is coming soon. You haven't much time to repent your blasphemous, sinful ways. And to the rebels who dare oppose me: enjoy your last moments. The Underworld will not be waiting long for you."
With that, the fire stopped and the hidden projectors and speakers turned off, leaving the crowd stunned.
Connie sighs. "Yeah, seems like just yesterday the three of us were four years old, painting our handprints on the bottom of a music box to give to our mom for mother's day, chasing each other around the yard throwing paint at each other, promising that we would be together forever. It's been 25 years and we've all come such a long way since then..." Connie muses softly, distracted.
She looks back at Tsarina as she speaks again.
"You're really beautiful, you know?"
The Prince nodded.
“Pure hydrogen…in liquid form?”
The president nodded.
“Why…it’s practically a mountain of credits…so long as the Primaeri do not know this then you will not be suffering outright obliteration…”
The prince trailed off.
“Mountains of Liquid hydrogen, if only I could harness it; I would bring glory to my noble house!”
But the Prince shook his head.
“However…I daresay it would mean siding with those who have treated me with nothing but contempt, and while credits are enticing, I cannot bend to those who sullied my name.:”
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The admiral raised an eyebrow and continued to speak, this time outraged.
“The admiral questions why you would want the families of those slaughtered by your orbital bombardments to go uncompensated, and child coffins aren’t exactly common.” The aide continued. “Likewise, he wonders why you would shirk the possibility of gaining access to consumer items and services that are much more advanced than your primitive systems you currently have.
“We have already outlined why we wish to keep your military restricted; to ensure you do not harm others or yourselves, and we likewise outlined that only a Primaeri administered region would be created in each city.”
The Admiral shook his head.
“We simply want to guide you to a better place free from a lust to expand armies and weapons as you can clearly not be trusted with such powerful items…quite frankly, two hundred and fifty thousand acting troops is quite generous.”
“We cannot accept this,” one Monsonian delegate said, sipping tea, “our laws stipulate.”
The tea glass was slapped out of his hand as the Admiral yelled into the delegates face in an outburst of anger that surprised even the translator. After the outburst subsided, the aide, his voice shaky, spoke.
“Um…the…the Admiral…believes that your laws have a complete…are solely there to justify the slaughter to the males, females and children that…your actions caused…as well as the…um…destruction of resources and infrastructure by your…forces.”
It was clear that he omitted several words, because his response was much shorter than the Admirals tirade.
The Grand Emperor scratched his chin.
"We will have to transplant the ovaries of a Primaeri to replace the ones you currently have; do not worry, we practiced the procedure on several Er'lah prisoners of war and have a...donor...ready."
"A donor?"
"A baroness with particularly high quality genetics has been having an affair with one of my generals...since she will not be using her ovaries anytime soon, it would be a waste to let them go to waste."
"So I have been told by ally and enemy alike. You're pretty good looking yourself."
She looked sideways at Connie.
"But...well...you always seem to dance around comments; be confident, you're part of one of the most powerful...companies of Augusta and you're becoming one of the most prestigious employees; believe in yourself."
Jonathan left the space-craft and looked around. He gazed around at the area before turning to two soldiers.
"You there, I wish to see a typical Tyramonian village." he stated, wanting to walk and think.
"Thank you! Perhaps I can show you some nice breakfasts sometime"
"Thank you, It's a different feeling..." Shunni said, blushing.
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"No, I'll just put it in my phone!" Yui said, blushing
"Well, at least you can make her proud... I never knew my mom, perhaps if I did none of this would've happened." Demmy said as the car started.
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(In response to your post on the RMB)
President Samandra signs "Executive Order No. 7" A bill that guarantees a safe travel to Aerlanica to the Aerlanicans that wish to return home. But for those that remain in Gondor, guaranteed citizenship, with all the benefits that entails.
Republic City
The Aerlanicans wake up to see a lot of Gondorians flooding the streets of the 'ID' many giving words of encouragement and hope.
Dale
In the so called, "Little Aerlanica" there is joy in the streets
"Indeed it is worth near-infinite amounts of money. But it's also extraordinarily dangerous to extract. By accident, a mining operation hit a vein of hydrogen back in 1959. Over 3,000 people were killed before a nuclear bomb was detonated underground to seal the leak. The reserves are practically untapped because of how risky extracting from them can be." Explained the ex-president as he showed a few photos of the incident to the prince before saying: "But certainly, some extraction rights could be acquired. And with the proper technology, a profitable extraction process started."
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"We quite like our military history and our armed forces, thank you very much." An aide said tensely before adding on: "Frankly we are quite proud of it. It has been a source of pride for the nation for centuries at this point, and the martial ideas brought to Monsone four centuries ago are too deeply engraved into society to be removed. It is by now a part of our culture and you will have one miserable time trying to rid us of it."
"Please excuse my tardiness. I was not made aware of these sham talks until recently, and there was traffic." Said General of the Armies Karl Mezer as he walked into the negotiating room. "Now someone please bring me up to date." He said.
The two aides and the delegation head explained to the general what had happened so far after the general had taken a seat. Listening attentively his face grimaced as the explanation got even longer and longer. At one point, it was clear he had had enough, so he cut the aides off and addressed both the admiral and his translator in a very cold yet soothing tone of voice with an underlying venom within in it.
"Whatever these clowns have said is absolutely worthless. You'll talk to me from now on, and you will listen to me. Admiral, I outrank you, so you may address me as sir unless you would like the rapid relocation of your teeth from your mouth to your digestive tract. And if you proceed to screech one more time, I can ensure you that you will regret it. This is a civilized space, and as you can see, none of my fellow countrymen seem to have cursed you out. Now, we're either going to rewrite the treaty as I specify, or I will show you the literal definition of the word bloodbath. Understood?"
"That would be me." Said a voice from within the crowd of Monsonian sailors.
The crowd parted as Admiral Bobrikov emerged and walked towards the Aerlanican cat man (OOC: IDK what to say, this character can be called a cat man, cat person, neko-human, etc). Gazing around, the admiral then addressed the cat man.
"Admiral Perszal Meritijer Bobrikov at your service."
Mary shrugged.
“My mum wanted me to have a better life…I’ll make her proud after I bring this guy down. By the way, what’s your father’s name?”
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One Aerlanican, a young female, lent out the window and yelled at the crowds.
“Oi, what the hell ya yapping on about?”
****** in little Aerlanica…the street parties are quite excessive; many a drink was drunk and soon they were collectively yelling “F#@$ you!” at the sky In a form of ritual chant. Seemingly they were trying to tell the Primaeri how they failed, miserably.
A knew joke has arisen; “Orbital bombardments are guaranteed to kill 99.9% of Aerlanicans, for the other 0.1%, it’s best to run away.”
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As Shunni was blushing, she felt a slight tug at her clothes, she looked down to see Spencer.
“Hello Ms Shunni, I require a computer.”
“Spencer, what the hell?”
“Like I said, I need a computer, but Mr James says I can’t have a computer…well…not Kansas James, Aerlanica James; he’s a soldier fighting the Primaeri and he’s here to help us, he swears a lot, but then again he comes from Alderburg and they swear a lot up there…then again when in colloquial conversations we Aerlanicans are know to swear a lot but thats generally ok, well, with friends…I had a friend, they were nice, they’re probably dead though so-“
“Spencer.” Shunni stated.
“Oh, right…terribly sorry.”
(I mean, they're Aerlanican and they're a Brigadier.)
The brigadier reached forward, his tail swinging calmly.
"Brigadier Rothix Gasotaxx, it is a pleasure to meet you admiral."
He looked at the Monsonian soldiers.
"I have been told that your men have had a particularly interesting experience with the Primari tech...say...did you have anyone...perchance...interact with it?"
Connie brushes a loose strand of hair behind her ear, giving Tsarina a sideways glance.
"Thanks. You know, it's funny, Cait used to say the same thing all the time, but I could never figure out how to find that confidence myself..." she trails off abruptly. "And there I go again, the exact same thing! Sorry." She laughs a bit, then walks in silence for a few moments.
James smiles again. "That would be nice. Although it's probably not the same as Kansan Breakfast. Whatever that thing that Shunni and Ti-Mon made when we first got here was really good, although I can't remember what it was called. Though I think my favorite thing is cereal. I had it down to a science, my senior year of high school I spent a hell of a lot of time experimenting until I found the perfect ratios for a blend of about seven or eight different brands, that was absolutely magical. Like, angels singing and the sun coming out from behind the clouds kind of magical. Maybe I'll order some of those and have them shipped here so I can recreate it. Who knows, maybe I'll even add some of your weird Gondorian cereal into the mix at some point, if I can find one that doesn't contain something I'm allergic to... That's always the problem, isn't it..." He trails off. "Sorry. I'm just allergic to, well, pretty much everything." He laughs a little bit.
"I understand, I just want you to know that going to work in a strip club, they will probably ask you to do things you are uncomfortable with." Demmy said, trying to avoid the question.
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"Hey Miss!" A Gondorian said, "Aerlanica is rising from the ashes! The blasted Primeari didn't wipe you out completely off the map!" He said, quite drunk after partying with his Aerlanican and Gondorian friends.
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In a quite corner of Dale:
"Love, are we going?" A young Gondorian women lovingly asked her husband, an Aerlanican, as the party was surrounding them.
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"Ok... how did you find us?" Shunni asked
The prince nodded slowly.
“Extraction capabilities the Primaeri possess.” The Prince mused.
He looked out the window as the train travelled.
“Monsone is a peculiar nation.”
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The Admiral looked at the General of the Armies and spoke again.
The aide begun to translate.
“The Admiral states that you outrank everyone in the Monsonian armies, unfortunately your authority does not extend to the Primaeri Imperial Navy, of which the military has no sway inside it…in short, you have no power over the Admiral unless the Supreme Admiral or the Grand Emperor explicitly states he must obey your orders.”
The Admiral then continued to speak.
“The Admiral also states it is not his authority that he can change a treaty specifically outlined by the Grand Emperor himself, to do so is high treason and alteration of the Grand Emperor’s will which will see him, his family and any relatives of his executed. Likewise, the Admiral knows the definition of the word “bloodbath”, and has recently made a synonym to the word.”
“Yes, and what is it.”
The Admiral simply produced a small flag that would have been sewn into the shoulder of a soldiers shirt; it was the Aerlanican flag.
“If you wish to discuss this merciful treaty with the Grand Emperor, then you may request to seek audience with him and he will find time with you, however he will not be happy to have to take time out of his day, so you best not threaten to perform dental surgery upon him.”
The Admiral sat poised and patient, waiting the Monsonian reply.
****** Three dropships landed outside the hotel, depositing troops as per the Primaeri statement and reaction to one of their planes dropping out of the sky.
"Dude same!!" Zyth said as he sat down in front of James, "Let's start with the basic stuff; nuts, milk, eggs, wheat..."
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