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Post by bettamin on Mar 1, 2016 20:41:10 GMT -5
A sealed red envelope bordered in white arrives at the desk of nearly every figure of importance around the globe, their names written in full titles in fine, gold-ink handmade calligraphy.
Seal of the Sublime Porte
In the name of His Sacred and Imperial Majesty, Sultan Suleiman Suleimaniye Khan, Emperor, Soverign of the House of Suleimaniye, Descendant of Osman
the Magnificient, King of Kings, Sultan of Sultans, Khan of Khans, Caliph of Islam, Custodian of the Holy Cities, Caeser of Roma, Emir of Khartum,
Lord of Bel'Atosh and beyond, You have been cordially invited to attend The World Gala 1981
Taking place on January 7th of this year, The World Gala, hosted this time outside the Imperial City of Ater'salam, on the grounds of the White River Palace, is an opportunity for the privileged and the enterprising tourists to both display and witness an array of cultures from around the world.
All arrivals will be conducted through the Sultanahmet International Airport outside Ater'salam.
Corporate and state officials will be driven to the White River Palace by Imperial Officials.
All nations will be offered a generous space twenty five meters long by twenty five meters wide to hold their displays, which can be brought in prior to arrival.
Displays may cover any subject material so long as they do not encourage immigration and remain in accordance with Imperial law.
State escort is limited to a maximum of twenty armed attendants, only four of which may accompany the officials in public or at The World Gala.
Security will be provided by the Imperial Ministry of Intelligence and the Imperial Armed Forces.
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Post by bettamin on Mar 1, 2016 21:34:01 GMT -5
Sultanahmet International Airport, outside Ater'salam, Southern Mainland of the Khartumian Empire, Ater'salam Special Administrative Region
January 7th, 1981
Approx. 25 degrees Celsius (77 degrees Fahrenheit), Coastal Wind
Jean Paul Yusuf Nadal, or Sidi Nadal, as he was commonly addressed, squinted his eyes against the rays of the sun. He was a tall, green eyed man, both traits he had inherited from his Frankish mother, and dark skinned, black haired, and angular-faced like his Arab father. He adjusted the white pocket square, dusting off his elegant, black suit and car coat, adjusting his striped red and black tie to unconsciously reveal the pistol strapped to his vest. He silently wished he had worn a turban around his red fez to shield his eyes from the sun.
He was a city born manservant, a member of the Sultan's House Guard, or the Kapikulu, flanked by hundreds more like him as the representative of the White River Palace for the incoming officials, all of equally varied backgrounds. Although his uniform was very close to that of the lower ranks of Khartumian nobility, it was much less decorated, and anyone could tell him apart from the Khartumians, who were olive skinned and generally bearded.
The small army of the Kapikulu stood to either side of a massive, blackened iron gate, which was dominated at its center by the golden seal of the Sublime Porte, an emblem representing the long lost city-state which gave it's name to the Empire, a pillar surmounted by an eagle on the coastline, giving way to rays of light. This gate was situated at the end of a grand concourse, a red carpet leading down from the zone set aside for arrivals, fenced off to seperate the arrivals from the growing media presence. He was the superior of the present Kapikulu, and stood at center, while they flanked the gates, standing besides a small fleet of black cars, all of which looked like they had rolled straight out of the 1950s luxury bespoke coachwork facilities and into the modern day.
He put on a smile, folding his hands behind his back, and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 2, 2016 12:55:39 GMT -5
Sultanahmet International Airport, outside Ater'salam, Southern Mainland of the Khartumian Empire, Ater'salam Special Administrative Region
January 7th, 1981
Government of Franquebec
The Honourable Calais Normande, Minister of Culture and Francophonie
André Montague, Member of the Order of Franquebec
Calais Normande was appointed by the recently elected Alexandre Toutont as the Minister of Culture and Francophonie, for her extensive knowledge and academic certifications in the understanding of how Franquebec came to be and what their people stand for. André Montague de Mistié, was awarded a medallion for the Order of Franquebec, and as such, became a member of the state-sponsored organization. His bloodline extends to one of the Fathers of Confederation, George Cartier de Mistié, who was responsible in the creation of Franquebec's first constitution, and as such, creating a sovereign nation. Their escort consists of 6 Franquebec Special Forces, under the command of Sgt. Benjamin Aché.
The Minister arrived wearing a feminine black suit with a light pink undershirt. She wore a Fleur de Lisé pin on her left, the same as André Montague, who wore a blue suit and white undershirt, similar to Franquebec's flag. They entered the terminal with flair, but made no time for invasive pictures by the local media. However, FNBN, the state media, was given a more delighted attitude.
They entered the Imperial escort's generously provided vehicles, and were driven off to the White River Palace, ready to present their various amenities.
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Post by Federal Republic of Vollogda on Mar 2, 2016 20:04:07 GMT -5
Sultanahmet International Airport outside Ater'salam
January 7th, 1981
Government of Finlanavia
General Antti Raanta, Diplomat and General in the Republic of Finlanavia
Antti Raanta is the well trusted, long standing armed forces general in the Republic of Finlanavia. Chosen for his compassion, his kindness, his will power and his knowledge of tactics and battle, Raanta is the vice president of sorts under leader Motor. Raanta was also a leading member of the USSNF rebel forces, during the Fennoscandanavian Civil War of 1980.
Raanta is escorted by 4 elite guardsmen, men he has known for quite some time. Raanta is wearing a black suit - a black sports jacket, black slacks, black shoes and socks, and a black neck tie. He wears a white button long sleeve collar shirt underneath his sports jacket. Unusual for a general to wear. He also bears the Finlanavian flag on his chest.
The group of 5 Finlanavian's enter the Imperial escort calmy, and are driven to the White River Palace to present their amneties and interact with other countries. Raanta looks forward to thanking the Franquebec diplomats for their assistance during the Fenno-Finlanavian conflict of 1980.
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Post by gladitoria on Mar 3, 2016 11:05:33 GMT -5
Sultanahmet International Airport, outside Ater'salam, Southern Mainland of the Khartumian Empire, Ater'salam Special Administrative Region January 7th, 1981
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Committee of Foreign Outreach, Earl of Cenae, Theodorus Bulla
A older gentleman stepped down out of a plane. A small retinue of aids. The man was a giant and appeared as the noble and public servant he was, but if you looked close his age was beginning to show. It was in the little details, his hair losing its golden colour becoming more platinum, his eyes losing their deep blue and becoming stormy, even the slightest stoop in his shoulders showed the years taking their toll. He wore a dark gray suit, a double breasted coat that seemed almost too small on his shoulders and barrel chest, a waistcoat over a simple white dress shirt the collar flipped up with a black cravat, and a simple pair of black oxfords.
He moved towards the Khartumian congregation and gave him a quick salute to the apparent head of the group offering his hand afterwards.
"Gladitoria is honored to be invited to present our culture to our friends the Khartumians, we hope this presentation will bring our nations closer and help promote cultural unity among our peoples. Thank you, and his holiness the Sultan", he said in his booming voice giving a warm smile to the man.
He reflected the old guard, the proud and moderates of Gladitoria turning the nation into a cesspit of red tape and bureaucracy. A hero of the simple gentleman of the congress who only wanted to maintain the status quo.
Special Agent 'In Charge' Scipio Splicae, Royal Intelligence Group 1, Colonel, Knight of the Holy Order of the Gladius
A man watching the giant oaf lit a cigarette and waited for his incompetent entourage to walk after him like lost puppies. "What did I do to get assigned this shit?", he said casually to the only other 'guard' a man of younger years who was busy looking at Khartumian ladies instead of doing his job. "Oh, you know probably that business with you hitting the director and him being declined from that promotion", the man said quickly focusing his attention back at the minister before he got reprimanded. Scipio yawned to himself as he watched the aids unload signs and other equipment they would need for their 'presentation'.
He then watched as the Minister approached the Khartumian honour guard where he half-heartedly gave a military salute and offered his right hand to the lead of the procession saying something about how he was "honored to represent Gladitoria and hoped that this will forge a stronger relationship" or some horseshit like that.
"Get alert we gotta be ready to move out", he said walking towards their car the young man following after him after a few moments.
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