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4:21 AM - Wellington

"What's his status?"

"He was cornered immediately after the empire fell, Councilman. It's been five days - nothing has come in or out and we've jammed all transmissions. We can see him - he'll die of dehydration in two days."

"Very good. Send a message to Tahoe. Tell them it's time for reconciliation."

"Very good, sir."

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Private Communique to Tahoe

Sean O'Deaghaidh, my name is Norman. I am one of the Council of Twelve that rules over New Zealand, formerly occupied by a country I'm sure we all knew and hated. Shortly after Aotearoa's fall, LeVentNoir was cornered, surrounded and blocked - effectively caged in a personal prison. We are offering a once-in-a-lifetime chance: LeVentNoir, former ruler of Glorious Aotearoa and Imperial Wellington, in still-living condition, anesthetized during transport to Tahoe.

Tahoe has always been a friend of New Zealand whether you knew it or not - perhaps we can return the favor.

Norman

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From the Office of the President

Dear Norman,

The man known as LeVentNoir is a danger to the world and Tahoe in particular. Thus, we will gladly send a team to take possession of the prisoner and transport him back to Tahoe for trial. As a show of good faith, the Tahoe Republic will offer a mutual defense pact with New Zealand, should your government wish it.

Sincerely,

Sean O'Deaghaidh

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Private Communique to Tahoe

There is nothing New Zealand would like more than to sign a mutual defense pact with the Tahoe Republic. Your men will be greeted with LeVentNoir as soon as they arrive in Wellington. Godspeed.

Norman

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In Wellington

The unmarked gray Gulfstream touched down at Wellington International Airport shortly after midnight. After taxiing off the runway, the ramp lowered and a dozen men in black uniforms quickly got off and met with an equal number of men from the New Zealand government. Immediately, they drove away in a convoy of black SUVs toward the classified location where the man known as LeVentNoir was being held.

After stopping, a bundled prisoner was quickly pushed into the back of an SUV. Although sedated, one of the Tahoans slammed the prisoners head with a club...just to be safe.

Within an hour they were in the air and flying for Hawaii.

Message to New Zealand

The prisoner is in custody and is being taken to Hawaii for trial. If you would send a government minister to discuss a treaty and observe the trial, things would go very smoothly.

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Message to New Zealand

The prisoner is in custody and is being taken to Hawaii for trial. If you would send a government minister to discuss a treaty and observe the trial, things would go very smoothly.

Message to Tahoe

Prisoner handover has been confirmed. Councilwoman Jae, along with Junior Councilwomen Ata and Atawhai would request permission to travel to discuss the treaty and observe the trial. If the addition of the Junior Councilwomen is a problem, we can easily arrange transport for only Councilwoman Jae.

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OOC: I ask to keep all complaints in-character.

OOC: How do you say "LeVentNoir is banned from a forum for an internet game called 'CyberNations' and thus he cannot role play himself in the role play world" ICly in RP? Not possible. Just give an answer or ask a GM for an answer.

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OOC: How do you say "LeVentNoir is banned from a forum for an internet game called 'CyberNations' and thus he cannot role play himself in the role play world" ICly in RP? Not possible. Just give an answer or ask a GM for an answer.

OOC: Please keep all complaints in-character. Find a way.

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Message to Tahoe

Prisoner handover has been confirmed. Councilwoman Jae, along with Junior Councilwomen Ata and Atawhai would request permission to travel to discuss the treaty and observe the trial. If the addition of the Junior Councilwomen is a problem, we can easily arrange transport for only Councilwoman Jae.

There is no problem with the Junior Councilwomen. They will be necessary as witnesses for the trial and more diplomats are always welcome.

OOC: Will be posting more tommorrow

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How exactly is LeVentNior found by this new government after not only being one of the most impossible people to find on Planet Bob, but also to have mysteriously vanished along with the rest of Aotearoa's government?

Dranagg suspects they have simply caught a false look a like, and that nothing will be resolved.

OOC: You need to spy on me to figure this out. All communications were done privately (through letters or messages) and none of these were broadcasted publicly. Find a non meta-game IC complaint. Your metagame is unrecognized.

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Twelve hours after the G2 owned Gulfstream soared into the night sky bound for Hawaii, the man known as LeVentNoir awoke. He was cold, confused, tired and in the worst pain he had ever experienced. The man known as LeVentNoir had always thought of himself as a hard man, and in many ways he was. A ruthless leader, brilliant at achieving his goals and pushing his agenda, suffering no opposition. Whether it could be done secretly or with the death of millions, he never cared, and never lost a moment of sleep over sending thousands to their deaths. But he had finally been beaten. The last days of his reign as Lord of Aotearoa had been a blur. First the wave of assassinations that sent dozens of Aotearoan officials to the grave, then the massive street protests on the streets of Auckland and Wellington that his army couldn't quell. The growing diplomatic battle with Tahoe had turned hot when evidence came to light that the perpetrators of the attacks had been Tahoan agents or sympathizers. He had ordered a naval and air strike on Hawaii only hours before the mob fought its way into his office and he found himself under arrest by men wearing uniforms with the New Zealand flag on the sleeve. That was the worst. He had fled from foreigners before, to Rockport, and fought his way back into power in New Zealand. Yet the people he had saved had turned against him.

And now. Now he was cold and confused and tired and in pain. Strapped to an uncomfortable chair in the back of a small airplane, surrounded by armed men. An IV line in his arm, with a potent mix of drugs to sedate...or kill...him at moments notice.

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Straining, he could barely see out the window. What he did see was the object of his desires. The lush, mountainous, green landscape that was Hawaii. No doubt the Tahoans were taking him here simply to humiliate him. Well he would show them what it meant to be strong. He would never break, never! He would never divulge secrets, or confess to crimes or beg for mercy. As he stared out the window his resolve grew stronger. As the plane touched down, his resolve grew stronger. As he was released from his harnesses and dragged out of the plane into the searing sunlight, his resolve grew ever stronger.

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Dropped to his knees on the tarmac at the feet of three men, he struggled to stand and a strong hand firmly pushed him back down. Looking up, he saw three men wearing white military uniforms and, despite the heat, white cloaks. On the left breast of the cloak on two of the men were golden sunbursts with a red sheperds crook behind, but on the middle one, only crossed sheperds crooks. Staring up defiantly, they only looked back the same way they would a dog.

Speaking words in Gaeilge to the intelligence agents, the man known as LeVentNoir understood nothing until the last. "Make sure he is fit for his trial in three days, brother. The President will be most displeased if he is visibly harmed."

What the man in the white cloak said next chilled the man known as LeVentNoir's blood. "My son, servents of the devil deserve no mercy but death. Nevertheless, we will deliver into your hands in three days time and no one will have known what this darkfriend has been through. The Hand of the Truth does not leave any impression on those it Questions but those on the soul."

The man known as LeVentNoir was quickly hooded and once again slammed in the head. When he woke next, all memory of his earlier resolve disappeared and was replaced with the desire to never have been born.

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Honolulu

Situated in the mountains overlooking Honolulu, the Hawaiian Chapter House of the Children of the Light was a non-descript complex of plain white stone. A large central building was surrounded by small green gardens and orchards and a few outbuildings completed what was the Hawaiian outpost of the Tahoan religious order. Like its larger sibling, Opus Dei, the Children of the Light consisted of numerary members -celibate, dedicated members that devote their lives to the Order- and supernumeraries -Typically married men and women with careers- not to mention the clergy of course, but the Children of the Light was different in many ways. First, almost all numerary members served in the military or as missionaries and second, unlike in Opus Dei, they greatly outnumbered the supernumeraries who were primarily wealthy donors.

James Asunawa was neither numerary or supernumerary. He was an Inquisitor of the Light. The core of the Children of the Light, Inquisitors of the Light most often served as experts in trials, giving the religious communities opinion on the validity of the testimony given. Often they participated in interrogations of suspects. Yet they also had a secret purpose, known only to few. They used...more extreme...methods at times. Not always when useful, thought Brian Valda to himself. Valda was both a numerary member of the Children and an officer in the Armtha SS, responsible for the security over the man known as LeVentNoir. Entering a Chapter House of the Children always reassured and calmed Valda, but not today.

"Are you troubled, my son?" The voice was soft, almost mild, yet Valda stiffened. James Asunawa might be a clergyman, a priest of God, yet he was still an Inquisitor. And Valda was a Major in the Armtha SS, defender of the Tahoe Republic and God, not "my son." "Not that I have noticed" was all he said in reply.

Asunawa sighed. His gaunt face was teh picture of martyred suffering, so that his sweat might have been taken for tears, but his deep-set eyes seemed to burn with the heat that had boiled away all his spare flesh. His cloak ('silly clothing', thought Valda to himself) bore only the crook, no flaring golden sun, the symbol of the Children of the Light, as though he stood outside the Children. Or perhaps above. "The times are troubled. The Children harbor a darkfriend."

Valda suppressed a wry look before it formed. Most Inquisitors of the Light were perfectly reasonable men, wishing only to prevent evil and serve God and the community by seeking out wrongdooers. Yet more than a few were notoriously fanatic, seeing servents of the devil everywhere. Valda knew his job was both to guard LeVentNoir from escape (not that it was possible after what he had been through the last three days with the Inquisitors), but also to protect LeVentNoir from being hanged prematurely. Everyone knew that was the ultimate conclusion, yet it was not yet time, and who knew what a fanatic might do? The only reason they were involved at all is the methods they used could break anybody. Supposedly LeVentNoir had broken already, confessing all his crimes and sins to all who wished to listen.

"The times are troubled, my son. We harbor a darkfriend and no one will let justice be served. He has confessed his crimes, let us be done with this evil already. The law calls for him to be hanged, and hanged he must be!"

"Not yet, Asunawa, not yet." Valda stomped away. Sometimes, even members of his own Order could be infuriating. Oh, the fool would hang, but only after a public trial. The world did not even know what had happened to LeVentNoir yet. It was amazing that he still seemed intact after what he was recieving every day. Yet that, he knew, was one of the greatest skills of Asunawa, and why he was tolerated. Break a prisoner while never outwardly harming a hair on his body. Only hours until the capture was announced and only days until the trial and the filthy man was out of his hands and on his way to the gallows.

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