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XX February 2011 (real-time)

Liska Atka, Procinctia’s sixteen-year-old former head-of-state, was anxiously waiting in an empty room her scheduled audience with Kaiser Martens. From the elaborate fixtures - [i]an empty suit of Einherjar infantry armor, a painted portrait of Martens in German military regalia, a row of Martens’ stylized commissioner caps, a wall of dueling swords, an assortment of miniatures detailing third generation panzer walkers, all highlighting a professional mahogany desk [/i] - Liska couldn’t tell if this was the Kaiser’s personal office, a conference room for dignitaries, or a simple waiting area. Sitting in a comfortable chair across from the desk Liska fretfully fidgeted with her fuku skirt, inappropriately undressed for the occasion she was wearing her school uniform to a meeting with the German leader, nervously mentally preparing for today’s appointment.

Everything following abdicating her brief tenure as Generalissimo of Procinctia and briefer time as the next (short-lived) regime’s minister of foreign affairs had been in preparation for this singular moment. It was only a matter of properly confessing her heart’s desire adequately.
Being here was undoubtedly the direct result of the (now best-selling) book. . . [quote name='Generalissimo' timestamp='1294684341' post='2571189']
[center][size="3"][b]Blame Martens![/b][/size]
By Liska Atka
[img]http://images.wikia.com/cybernations/images/6/69/MFlagBig1wGuyoriginal.jpg[/img][/center]Generalissimo’s one-sided and oft-ignored rivalry with Kaiser Martens is infamous. Through colorful anecdotes Generalissimo’s former assistant, Liska Atka, recounts the many accusations leveled against the controversial Kaiser and the ‘logic’ behind them.
Kaiser Martens is, according to Generalissimo, responsible for everything from Asthma to Zombies.[/quote]. . . written precisely with the intention of getting Martens’ attention, to be alone in this room with the older man.

Liska blushed at the mere thought of her intentions, it [b]really[/b] wasn’t some thing a good girl would consider, hopefully Kiska would have understood.

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Liska Atka, part-time schoolgirl, ex-Generalissimo of Procinctia, sixteen years old [/center]

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Martens enters the room, dressed essentially still in the same uniform minus most of the decorations however, and removes his cap as he nods towards the girl. Kaiser Martens of...noplace? Yet there he was. He continued to listen and speak to anything that may want his attention, in order to solve their problems. It was no government office, yet he had the means of solving whatever may come to mind. He had become some sort of German Godfather. A Valkyrie flanks him and remains by the back door, in imposing armor.

"Good day." He speaks in a surprisingly calm voice, unlike the one he was known to have used in his speeches. One would expect him to sound ferocious all the time, but in fact he transmitted uncanny peace as he sat down and crossed one leg - just like the picture - over the other.

"Liska. What may I do for you?"

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Liska politely bowed, “I appreciate your time, consideration, and courtesy. Especially when we’re strangers, despite being together at many of the same major international events, neither of us has actually talked socially. I’ve needed to met you like this for a long time. . . That’s why I’m sorry. . . I have somewhat of a confession. . . this is kind of a trap. . . but not the Generalissimo calling-our-your attack kind of trap. I’m not trying to pick a fight or anything. . . I just needed to talk to you alone. . . it’s. . . it’s. . . it’s. . . really personal,” the (much) younger lady flushed embarrassedly, “I just want to tell you how I'm feeling? Sorry, my Germanian is a little rusty, that didn’t seem to translate like I thought it would. I’m a little shy, confessing myself personally like this is a little difficult, and this is something outside my usual experience. This isn’t something I would have thought trying so brazenly, not with an older man, especially not you. . .” the schoolgirl reached into the blazer of her school uniform and delicately pulled out an excessively cheerful pink envelope - [i]bordered with colored pencils and sealed with a lipstick sticker [/i]- looking suspiciously like a girl’s love letter.

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One of Martens' eyebrows already quirks suspiciously when hearing the word "Generalissimo" being uttered. His eyes narrow and he leans a bit closer, trying to listen to her carefully as if he were having trouble processing the information. Eventually, Martens simply smiles and nods. It was just another day of his, he probably had a whole room dedicated to storing fancy letters like those.

"I understand. Do not worry, as your Germanian is in fact, quite good! I just cannot help it but to wonder how I couldn't have taken notice of such a fine young lady before." He adds charmingly, as he reaches over to take the envelope, examining it for several moments. Nearby, the Valkyrie seems too unphased by just another day of routine. He always had to figure out how to reject such girls without outright being an !@#$%^&, of course. Unless they were a bit older. And a bit his style. Well. That was a different business.

Confidently, he goes and opens the letter, reading, leaning back onto the thronelike chair of his.

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Liska visibly sunk at the undeserved praise, “Thank you, but you might be thinking a little different reading that, after of me after doing this.”

Multicolored glitter spills from the pink envelope revealing an equally pink letter[quote name='A Cheerfully Pink Letter']I’m sorry, really sorry, having to do this

There wasn’t any other way to solicit your cooperate

There are five folders under that thronelike chair of yours

The first two folders contain old intelligence regarding some of Deutschland’s more interesting fringe experiments, nothing your spin crew can’t handle.
The third and fourth detail various secret things like shadow wars, acts of assassination, and most surprisingly outright terrorism.
The fifth is far more dangerous, how would the world react if they knew [b]*that*[/b], really?

I need you absolute assistance or everything gets exposed
Everything gets exposed and you crash and burn, and stuff

-Liska-[/quote]“I didn’t exactly keep a low profile back then, I’m sure [i]he[/i] held most of your attention, but I was the only other person in Generalissimo’s last government.
As one of two people in Procinctia’s last government I was privy to many secrets. . .
. . . I’m really, really, really sorry about this. . .
. . . I know this whole setup is a little underhanded. . . so . . . yeah.”

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He started to laugh. He facepalms while looking at the letter for a moment, and then just bends forwards and onto the desk, laughing...he cannot seem to stop. Later, his laughing becomes more prominent, to some perhaps exaggerated as he leans back onto the chair and simply keeps going.

"You? Really? Bahahahahaha!"

It takes him several minutes to get his act together again, but he remains grinning. He shakes his head.

"We have already divulged this information [i]ourselves[/i]! Haven't you been around the internet? All of this, all of those evil conspiracy theories...they are out there. It's the same as with UFOs and what have you." He chuckles, folding his arms. "If any, it furthers my cause. Now aside from that is there anything else you may want to say to me? Do you fancy something to drink perhaps?" He now talks to her as if she were perhaps a ten year older. To him, it seemed that a child had believed that with a toy gun it would actually be able to bring someone down. He is quite amused.

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Liska’s facial features tighten as she tries to put up a front, her ‘war face’ of sorts, indicating the sincerely severe intentions in response to Marten’s dismissive laugher. . . but fails miserably, even invoking the opposite effect, ultimately resulting in resembling a pouting child. The young lady trembled in rage, looking more like a schoolgirl throwing a tantrum then murderous intent from a failed extortionist, as the Kaiser’s continued.

"Stop laughing,” feebly Liska whined, “I’m seriously serious here," waving her arms haplessly in the air, "seriously take me seriously because this is serious,” it didn’t help, "I have, like, quantifiable evidence and stuff," it was completely adorable.

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Liska stopped flailing and consciously assumed a lecturing stance she remembered from Theodore Jameson’s fourth diplomatic lesson and occupied one hand with some meaningless prop (in this instance a walker model), “Money for toys? You underestimate me,” and used her other to emphasize important points with deliberate (and occasionally exaggerated) gestures, “If I needed something as mundane as money this isn’t the place to be. I’m not playing games, you’ve probably already read the telegrams, as of four hours ago forces unknown have attacked my precious home of Procinctia. I can’t do anything about it by myself, not with my meager resources, but I can’t watch powerlessly . . . not this time.

With your secrete assets maybe, just maybe there’s a chance. Something like those pirates I’m not supposed to know about. Secret spies, concealed contacts, private armies, and obfuscated reserves would be really useful right about now. That’s why your cooperation in this affair is mandatory, because even loosing everything it’s still possible to bring you down with me.”

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"We have all of that and more of course. More than you'd dream of. At any rate, I will have you know that you are a fool. If you had asked nicely, I would have probably helped you out. But instead you go around as if you were to own this place and not us." He waves his hand dismissively. "You should simply go along now, unless you have a secret plan involving kissing my boots." His eyes lock onto her.

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Liska eyes mirrored Martens’ matching the man’s scrutiny, “Maybe someone else could come up with a better plan. Do you think Generalissimo could have done better? It doesn’t matter because Generalissmo is dead,” Martens knows that’s not entirely true, “Don’t patronize me, I have nothing to lose, and that makes desperate. That same desperation makes me dangerous.

I don’t need to kiss anything, my plan hasn’t changed nor does it need to change, because I have leverage.

Posting your secrets as crazy Internet theories advocated by conspiracy crazies doesn’t make it any less true. It only takes a single nudge to topple your fragile card tower completely. The truth is incontrovertible, malice may attack it, ignorance may deride it, but in the end; there it is. There was a time, so long ago, when people didn’t believe in zombies. My leverage is, however, significantly less esoteric.

People will always dismiss Generalissimo, even when he’s right, because he was always raving like a madman. I wrote a book about Generalissimo’s rants about you, all things he really said, and no believes a word of it - why? Credibility, it’s the word of the day. Unlike Generalissimo’s wild mass guessing I intend to disclose properly annotated research, with sufficient primary sources, supported evidence to back my claims.”

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"Heh."

He shakes his head.

"Twice a fool if you think that he is dead. Maybe dead to the world, but not quite [i]kaputt[/i] I assure you."

He considers for several moments, breathing very calmly. "...Alright. I can call the vikings I suppose. They can probably fix things back at home, I ought to have a word with them. You can hire them yourself you know, they [i]are[/i] mercenaries...anyway I still think I should not do this, if simply to prove to you that there is absolutely nothing that you could ever do about me. If you want my help, you will need to first admit defeat."

"Go ahead now."

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“Admit defeat? I still wield my deadliest weapon, the truth! A little investigation and I simultaneously brought down both Japanese Furon and the Vostok Soviet Socialist Republic - at the same time. That’s what you get for underestimating. . . oh. . . ok?” Liska blinked several time and flushed guiltily, “Err . . . uh. . . Sure, why not? I’ll admit defeat. What? Vikings are good, I guess, I’ll take Vikings. . . but how exactly did I just lose? I confessed my intentions, declared my ultimatum, and got what I asked for. How exactly is there absolutely nothing that I could ever do about you?”

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"Well if you still think there's something you COULD in fact do about me, why don't you go ahead and do it? I'll wait here, alright?" He folds his arms. "I really will. After you are done trying and of course fail you can come beg for assistance, or well, if you win you win. Ja?" He smirks.

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