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 Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 11:32 am
This will be a series of short storys centered on the young Count Vladimer Ivanova (my charicter) depicting the events occuring at the fall of Romainia 15 years ago.
It will be mostly from his point of view, and it will be followed by a second series of short stories (Rise of an Empire) told in the same fashion depicting the restoration of the Romanian Empire.
This should have the added bonus of allowing you to get a good feel for Vlad, and the changes he went thru over the course of 15 years.
I'll post the first part after it is complete.
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 12:47 pm
Part 1: Guess who's coming to dinner...
Vladimer Ivanova sat in the back of his limozeen as it went down the roadway. Remote in hand, he watched the television as it replayed a speach given earlier today by Queen Magda Liani, ruler of Romania.
"Is she trying to get us all killed?" Vlad asks no one before shutting off the set. "That was practically a rallying cry for our allies to rise up against the Federation." Vlad moves over to a seat next to the tinted window seperating himself and his driver, then knocks on it twice. As it rolls down he voices his question. "How much longer?"
"Not much farther my Lord." The driver replies.
Vladimer nods and the window goes back up. Vladimer shakes his head and moves back to his previous location, knowing better then to speak ill of another member of the Peerage infront of a Commoner.
Before long the Limozeen pulls into a large gated estate and is stopped by the gateman. A brief exchange can barely be heard through the glass, and then the gate opens. Several minutes later the limo reaches the main house and the driver exits the vehicle. A moment later the rear door opens and Count Vladimer Ivanova exits.
Vlad enters the building, holding his decorative cane just below it's head, and with the shaft tucked under his arm. As he arrives one of the servants aproches him.
"This way my Lord." the servant turns and leads Vlad to the Dining hall, where the Queen's feast is being held.
"Presenting Count Vladimer Ivanova of Constanţa" The herald announces as Vlad enters the room. one of the Queens servants whispers to her a moment, then she speaks.
"Welcome Count Ivanova, How is the Black Sea this time of year?"
"As warm as her Majestys smile, as always."
This elicits one of said smiles from the Queen. "Please be seated, once Duke Itonivich arrives we will begin." The Queen gestures to one of the empty places at the very large table.
A short time later the Duke arrives and the Feast begins. Small talk among the nobles of Romania is heated, many discussing the Queens speach earlier that day.
"I believe that view is a bit rash and short sighted, her speach was obviously intended to point out the flaws in the manner in which the Federation is dealing with the Colonial peoples." An elderly Count sitting across from Vlad says to him.
"It isn't about what her speach intended, it is about how it will be recived. The Federation has killed men and women in space already, what makes you think they won't come here as well?"
The debate raged on as dessert was served, the servants being invisable as good servants should. As the plates were being cleared, a messenger arrives and whispers his message to the Queen.
Queen Magda stands and clears her throat, immediatly commanding the attention of all present. "My Lords and Ladys, it has been brought to my attention that as of twenty minutes ago Federation mobile suits violently crossed our borders and breached the Sovernty of our nation. In response to this act of aggression I hearby declare that we are now at War with the Earth Federation."
((I would like to thank Wikipedia for information on the Black sea, and the Counties of Romania))
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Posted: Thu Aug 03, 2006 12:30 am
Part 2: On golden sands...
Vladimer Ivanova sits at his desk, speaking to the monitor infront of him.
"I don't care if you have to push them into the field personally, The new Leos need to be ready for deployment by the end of the week and that's final."
"But sir I..."
Vlad shuts off the monitor before the man on the other end can finish yet another excuse.
I suppose that's what I get for suporting a small company like that. Vlad thinks to himself as he stands and walks around the desk. As he begins to walk out, he noticies that Kyle, his fencing instructor, is still waiting for him. Kyle has his mask off and the Swedish man's blond hair is very evident.
"Ready to continue?" He asks.
"Not today Kyle, I'd hurt you." Vlad keeps walking and exits his office.
As he walks down the stairs he motions to one of the housestaff.
"Have the car brought around, and hold my calls."
"Yes your Excelency."
Vlad doesn't have to wait long in the doorway before his limo pulls up, and he enters.
"Beach house." Vlad says simply as he sits and turns on the T.V..
The limo moves down the driveway as the news blairs in the back.
Scenes of mobile suits clashing in the countyside play as an announcer drolls on about the terrible losses in the western counties.
"The fools never listen..." Vlad turns off the T.V. and rides the rest of the way in silence.
Upon arrival at the large home upon the beach Vlad exits the limo before his driver can get out himself.
"Go ahead back home, I'll call when I need to be picked up."
"Very good my Lord."
The limo pulls away as Vlad walks into the beach house.
After closing the door behind him Vlad walks over to a nearby end table and picks up a framed photograph, looking at it a long moment before setting it back in it's place, revealing that the photo is of a much younger Vladimer, and a girl of about the same age.
Vlad settles into an overstuffed chair and escapes the war. For a little while.
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