ARCHIVED: The Pigletville Ball

General Henry Theodippus of the Syrixian Navy opens communications with Premier Nightsong.

"Premier, we just withdrew our task force from the city, however we heard that the rebels still have a presence and that you have regiments fighting them. We would like to assist your naval regiment sitting off the coast of Guslantis. The Prime Minister is off debating an issue on taxes in a makeshift Parliament session in the ballroom, so he has approved the motion that we take orders from you."

General Theodippus turns to Premier Nightsong, awaiting a response.
 
Premier Nightsong turns to General Henry Theodippus, "Sir, our 25th and 28th Dragoon Naval Guard are deployed off the coast but they have not been assigned orders yet. I have Commander Auliancia working on orders from Legatus V of Ardal 55 in clearing the rebel threat. The ten Ardalians are on the ground and have a secure position. As it stands, I'm not ordering the Naval Guard into action yet."
 
Meanwhile, a fighter-jet of Cronaal origin - named CEJU 195 - begins to circle the skies surround the Vilsuun/Akotye. The fighter-jet is seemingly a pure black, Nymphsos actually a Cronaali material which absorbs 98% of light, with light-blue LQE lighting on the outside. It sends a comm to my CD-596 radio which informs it's preparing to land and also contains my 16 year old son, who was born via. Alolske which is how the Eknorve create 'artificial babies', named Arlsko'the vol Mesque - Al for short.

I wait for several minutes as it lands in the rubble and then opens it's doors. And guess what, the first person coming out is Al, running out and hugging me as if I'd died.
"Valsoork'nos los! Father, I heard about the attack! Is your leg okay, shoulder, auntie Elas!" he says hurriedly. I look at him grimly as soon as he says Auntie Elas.
 
In her office, General Akerman watched the rebels and the two allies plan their attacks. "Can someone please explain to me why there is a war going on in Guslantis?!" she yelled to her officers. She stormed into the control room and demanded that a blockade surround Guslantis. "Block all nations from getting into Guslantis, I will not have my nation invaded by troops!" She turned on her radio and listened to the hovercraft pilots. "Hovercraft squadrons, I want all searching the parameters to find these rebels. An evacuation is in process, all Guslants to their houses! Tell the nation leaders that this is Guslantis' fight! We will rid ourselves of these rebels ourselves!" A news report quickly was broadcast as the hovercrafts searched for the rebels. Huge Guslant battleships guarded the coast of Guslantis, making sure that no nation interfered. The nation leaders were kindly asked to leave as the Hibernal Grand Ballroom was put back together.
 
Dear President of Guslantis,

Cronaal dearly apologises for it's outer affairs effecting your nation, the rebels only task was to find and kill the Vilsuun of Eknorvia and Cronaal, which then led to a large firefight in the middle of your city which then led to a chain reaction of attendees of the Pigletville Ball garrisoning their navies at your docks. I can assue you that the CEJU 195 was not meant for harmful purpose but for finding and retrieving the Vilsuun and bringing him and his sister, Elas, back to full health until the embassy of Cronaal is built and the Vilsuun may head the nation of Cronaal from there until the civil war has ended. We apologise deeply.

From Las'moork del Cosque, Foreign Affairs Department.
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Premier Nightsong and Commander Auliancia address General Akerman, "Sir, we only have the 25th and 28th Dragoon Naval Guard sitting off your coast as a preventative measure from any more terrorists from Cronaal entering your nation. As for the Ardalian regiment, they were dispatched on my order to secure the Vilsuun and his sister Elas once news of rebel fire was reported. Now that we have confirmation of their safety, the 25th and 28th Dragoon Naval Guard have been recalled and the Ardalians are on their way home. We deeply apologize for any incursions on Guslantisian soil."
 
King Fredrik sat at a table, eating as if nothing had happened.

"Your highness! Shouldn't we do something about the situation!?" Grete, the foreign minister asked. "We can have elements from our Home Defence airmobile division here in no time!"

"Calm down" Fredrik calmly replied, pausing to take a sip from his drink. "This is Guslandis' fight and I will not involve our Kingdom unless they formally asks the Regional community for assistance. Now let's try to enjoy ourselves as much as we can." He turned to the two body guards. "And if you two are bored, why don't volunteer for guard-duty or something. We're perfectly safe in here, and I can take care of myself"
 
Syrixia would like to apologize for its actions on your soil as well, and will withdraw its navy posthaste. We hope the ball can continue as planned.

"Aaaaand, signed!" says the Prime Minister.

The Ministers end their session and begin to celebrate once more.
 
High Priest Geoffrey and High Priestess Audrey decided to join the Ardalian regiment and head home. Commander Auliancia sends two of the four Guardians of the State with them as protection.

Premier Nightsong and Vice-Premier Stark stay at the ball and now that everything looks to have calmed down, they join King Fredrik of Tronkandal at his table. The remaining six Guardians of the State are sent outside to enjoy the fresh air and keep the King's bodyguards company. Commander Auliancia stays inside but keeps her distance from Solveig and Anthony so they can enjoy the rest of the evening.
 
"Ah! Hello, there Premier Nightsong! Vice-premier Stark." King Fredrik stand up to greet the Kaltian leaders. "Please, do sit down! How are things going now that things finally has calmed down? Here have a cigar" He open up a cigar case and put it on the table.

"This whole incident sure put a damper on the mood. I hope everyone in your party is okay? My Foreign minister here was really gung-ho about it all. Wanted to deploy troops here. But I have full confidence that the Guslants can handle this themselves."
 
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"Ah! Hello, there Premier Nightsong! Vice-premier Stark." King Fredrik stand up to greet the Kaltian leaders. "Please, do sit down! How are things going now that things finally has calmed down? Here have a cigar" He open up a cigar case and put it on the table.

"This whole incident sure put a damper on the mood. I hope everyone in your party is okay? My Foreign minister here was really gung-ho about it all. Wanted to deploy troops here. But I have full confidence that the Guslants can handle this themselves."
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After sitting down both Premier Nightsong and Vice-Premier Stark refuse a cigar. Solveig says, "everything has been good back home. We recently had Vasek and Mira of House Dar il-Sliem step down as High Priest and High Priestess. Aralan and Disena have been nominated as the new High Priest and High Priestess." Anthony chimes in, "yes, hopefully the religious fanatics in Castelli di Tivat do not cause any trouble."

"We shall see. Anyways, it was good to see our small contingent of Ardalians were able to deal with the rebels. Though it is too bad it ruffled some feathers. Anyways, how have you and your nation been?", says Solveig.
 
(OOC: Didn't read Kalti's post until after I typed this, so pretend this happens after the conversation between Premier Nightsong and King Fredrik ends.)

Suddenly, the Syrixian Ministers begin flocking to King Fredrik's table. The Prime Minister goes with them, as do his family.

John walks up to King Fredrik. "Apologies about the sudden flood. Once the Kaltians arrived, the Ministers just piled on top of you all. They're...very social."

Everyone sits down. The kids are ransacking the buffet table as usual, Patricia is dancing, and John is smoking a Tronkandalian cigar with the other leaders.

Everything is good. John smiles.
 
OOC: We refitted it to 2 million for realism's sake. Factbook will be edited later.
 
In the middle of all the people, King Fredrik catches a glimpse of President Hilley.
"Excuse me, gentlemen" He say to the others around the table. "I haven't even had the time to talk to our host yet. This is unforgivable and I have to make this up right away"
He stand up and heads for the president.

"Greetings, mr. President. I am terribly sorry I haven't been able to greet you earlier. I, uhm." The king looks at the floor "I kinda got lost on my way here", he mumbles. "I hope everything is well, despite the circumstances. It is a lovely ball you have arranged here."
 
John smiled as the King talked to Pres. Hilley. He picked up his martini. There would be no heart attacks, no bombings, no scandals. Just him and some other leader pals having fun.

At that point, he started to get bored and dozed off before anyone could notice.
 
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