The Greater Timurdian Empire

[TheShammySocialist]

[b]OOC: I'm going to assume that all guests have arrived an will proceed to the coronation from there.[/b]

Upon arrival of all the foreign dignitaries, the individual delegations were ushered and given their own limousines, each with small flags of their countries on the front and rear points of the stretched vehicle. Timuridian drivers had been assigned to each, as they knew the route into the city, as well as being briefed on alternate and emergency plans and routes. These same plans had also been relayed by secure transmission to the heads of security for all the dignitaries that had arrived.

Once all of the individuals were comfortable, the long motorcade proceeded towards the Coronation venue, the recently-restored Ertugrul Gazi Mosque. The main north-south motorway had been closed to traffic, and the motorcade proceeded smoothly towards the capitol. Mingled in with the line of limousines were wheeled armored personnel carriers, carrying the markings of the Royal Timuridian Mounted Constabulary (RTMC). Inside of them, however, fully-equipped combat soldiers of the combat-hardened Turkmen Hussars Regiment. Helicopters also loitered overhead, at a distance, but close enough to keep an eagle eye on the convoy.

Passing inside the city, and exiting the main motorway, local police, members of the RTMC, Royal Timuridian Military, and the Internal Services Division lined the streets, at loose intervals in front of a cheering crowd. The crowd cheered as each limousine passed, some people throwing confetti, others waving flags of both the Timuridian Nation, as well as flags of the visiting countries. The movement of the vehicles through the city caused a light breeze to blow, fluttering the line of flags from each of the visiting nations that were attached to each lamp post. The city was absolutely inebriated with celebration, smiles cracked and creased the faces of both young and old as the convoy passed steadily towards the venue.

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The Ertugrul Gazi Mosque, recently restored by the administration, was glimmering in the noontime sun, its spires reaching for the sky. It was in a part of the city that was known for its collection of parks and lovely natural areas, away from the bustling government sector. There was a huge roar of the crowd that was issued when the first vehicles of the motorcade arrived, the people were separated from the foreign dignitaries by a line of formally-dressed soldiers. These were also combat veterans, recently returned from Communist Australia, and the crowd did not charge or try to mob the vehicles as soon as they arrived. The Heir-Apparent's vehicle was the first to arrive, to give him time to appropriately attire himself for the ceremony, the huge crowd cheered as he quickly walked the carpet towards the Mosque, smiling and waving at his people.

[TheShammySocialist]

As the guests filtered into the Mosque, two men, an Imam in traditional red robe with a black sash-belt, and an Eastern Orthodox Bishop, wearing white flowing robes, and wearing a traditional hat, each on one side of a simple table on which sat a hand-carved box. The makeup of the Mosque was simple and straightforward, there was no extravagant array of wealth. It was a simple ceremony, with Timuridian Flags lining the aisle, an organ played a gentle tune in the background. beside the alter, a full orchestra was situated, all dressed in formal tuxedos or gowns. On the other side, a number of military officers, and plain-clothes men and women stood curtly, many of them were descendants of the family, and represented the family.

In the three front rows, a number of soldiers, many of them sporting bandages or casts, recently returned from the Communist Australian Campaign, many of them looked to have been seriously injured, and were personal guests of the Amir. In the front row, an older gentleman, the unannounced former Amir, sat alone, quietly, tears flowed silently from his glistening eyes, as he watched the proceedings. On the opposite side of the deposed Amir, the members of the Caspian President's old cabinet sat quietly, including General Terry Lowell, the "Lion of Kandahar".

As the crowd inside the Mosque settled, the Chief of Staff, Prince Tolstoy, walked curtly up the carpet, quietly and up to the alter, standing in front of the members of the family. He nodded at the director of the orchestra, who immediately began directing the orchestra to play the Timuridian National Anthem, a folk tune known as 'From the Steppes to the Khyber'.

Tolstoy's voice, which did not seem to match his shorter stature, boomed out, "All rise, for the Heir-Apparent!"