The Halls of Millennium

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Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

The party was in full swing. Royal Court lasted later than usual tonight. The occasion of course is the upgrade of the residence of House de Francisco.

A Palace Paige brought HRM's party some Avalon Vineyards™ white & red. Celebrating with the king were titans of Justosian industry. The CEO of JNN Tomas Frederico & CEO of Justosia Airlines Internationale Marcus Tomue.

"My bottom line is hurting Carlos. I understand politics and all but suspending service to Gunnland? We may have to cut wages to compensate...." Tomue pressed HRM.

"All that new tax money we just put into the safety net (welfare is a taboo word in Justosia)? I've already compensated for you, Marcus. I must stand by my ideals. You've known me long enough to know this."

"MY tax money Carlos. Jesus I was charitable enough already without this grab." Both were close enough to be on a first name basis with their king. A rare honour indeed.

Tomas chose his time to chime in.

"Condolences for your business Marcus. Hell. I'd pay more if you could shut this insipid foreign criticism down. I mean in a way we all work for you, each other, but a 'STATE' run media service? Who do they think we are? Serenierre? Crotobaltislavonia?"

They shared a brief chuckle.

"This wasn't a working dinner gentlemen, but as always the advice of my council unofficiale is appreciated. Look at her boys. My House, and my house will be the envy of royal Europe, and the rest of that common rabble."

"How much?" Tomas inquired.

"Roughly.......five million." HRM answered half heartedly. They all laughed at out loud.

"Do you remember? When we used to race through the country and literally tear it up?" HRM asked nostalgia infused as he poured another glass of red.

"We're not that young anymore Carlos. Neither are our reputations.......you think your father would be proud?" Marcus asked.

"He has no choice. He's not king anymore...."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
The Throne of Falcons
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

Yes HRM was feeling it today. Another phase of Plan Milenio Imperio to be initiated. This was obvious from him literally throwing out The Silver Throne earlier. To be melted down. Donated to a public work. Whatever. He sat where every ancestor had sat. Including Father de Justosia Ferdinand The Great. Flanked on both sides by golden falcons, it was time.

"Paige, summon His Excellency the Prime Minister to me at once please. Also The Honourable Senate Majority Speaker."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

"Are you ready? Lord High Chancellor?" HRM asked.

"I've endured more than enough for this. Yes Carlos. Let's do this." The PM responded....

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM received the consul of Grand Admiral Carvalho over a map of the Implarian Ocean.

"Majesty, this is the first time the entire submarine fleet has been deployed. Ever. I agree of course on the necessity. Our Implarian footprint is about to double. Let them be tested. Though remember please, they are high assets."

"I know this Enrique. This is why Defence Readiness One. This was always why. I order you to begin deployment of the rest of the Third Fleet air defence frigates. I understand we're stretching them thin. It's time for them to earn their lore. I ask nothing more of them then their best. Their oath. Are the subs caught up yet?"

"Yes Majesty. They've formed an underwater ring around the expedition vessels."

"Good. You could say this is a.....test of sorts. All is as God Almighty wills. Make my orders so Grand Admiral. Viva Justosia."

"Viva Justosia."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
The Throne of Falcons
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM knelt before the ancestral chair in prayer to God Almighty.

"ALL is as you've forseen Lord God Yahweh. Christ Jesus Yeshua. I am guided by your righteous and infallible hands. It is time for I, Justosia, to realize our destiny. I am but your humble servant. Amen."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
King's personal apartment(s)
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM paced back & forth at a furious pace. A blind man could see the impatience. The final pieces were falling into place. All he, the most powerful man on a continent, could do, is wait.

"The Lord High Chancellor, Your Majesty." He entered.

"I need you to calm down Carlos. Thank God you have no public events today. You're not the king of time. Patience is strength."

"Soon Raffae. Soon every slight will have been worth it, avenged. All my predecessors! Ancestors! Finally I will sit side by side with Father de Justosia. No lucid man, no matter his station will be able to counter my claim, our claim. I'll debate personally, any who dare. Soon..."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
Conference Room
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

There once existed a chorus who begged HRM to modernize the main conference rooms. He'd hear none of it.

HRM entered. They stood. Then sat.

"Good afternoon gentlemen. Your Excellency Lord High Chancellor. Honourable Senate Majority Speaker. Lords Alessandro, Carvalho, Arrayo.

Senate Speaker Reyes, back the resolution of that turncoat. I want the sanctions on West Occitania lifted."

Immediately a commotion of worried mumbling occurred. Even Chancellor Blount looked at his brother with inquisitive worry....

"Your Majesty.......on the better side part of Justosia's reputation is a bulwark against the Red Menance. May I ask why?"

"You may Chancellor. This sort of reproachment, not the last mind you, is necessary in order for us, for Justosia to realize our destiny. The reforms are almost complete. With these coming foreign policy initiatives peace, and the glory of our Milenio Imperio will both flourish. We can have it all. I am literally saving lives right now. Some of you may not be able to understand this because you are not Divinely Righted. In that same facet I demand your compliance, trust, and action. Speaker Reyes, get that bill to law."

The Grand Admiral's, General's, & Air Marshal's eyes darted back & forth during this exchange. Their direct concerns remained their sailors, soldiers, & airmen.

"Majesty are there to be NO repercussions for that turncoat Diaz? If I green light his first sponsored bill as SDU he'll have a sort of mandate. I can't say I agree with this. Serenierre stands against all that is right, sacred, civilized. This glory you seek. Please enlighten us. I beg you."

"Denied Speaker. Your dissent is noted. You need to trust your sovereign. Reproachment with Serenierre is required. Prepare for a flurry from my office. The Sovereign Branch is set to asset itself legislatively. Your obstruction, I'll consider it ultimately as treason. We're adjourned here. Viva Justosia."

 

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Milenio Royal Palace
Administrative Wing
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

A symphony of bows & salutes as HRM walked briskly down the Halls of Millennium. He had risen early. The Sovereign Branch of the Crown Government needed to flex some muscle today. Constitutionally, of course.

Upon walking into his legislative office he immediately summoned the Palace Armed Forces Joint Grand Command, Foreign Ministry, & Senate Liaison Officers. He had prepared the night before a set of 2 Sovereign Edicts. Signed & stamped. Serenierre. The first lifting all sanctions on the Serenierren state proper. HRM was constitutionally in his authority here. He had thrown the Senate a bone yesterday, for lack of better words. The second was instructing the Foreign Ministry to reverse course & allow a Serenierren delegation, heavily supervised of course, to tour Justosia. He stopped still, well short of reversing condemnation officiale of their use of WMDs.

The liaisons arrived & bowed.

"Good day gentlemen. This is my sovereign will. Make these so. Thank you. God bless you. Viva Justosia."

 

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Continental Senate
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HRM's delegation & Royal Guard procession briskly strutted into the chamber. Watched over by the towering statues of Justosia's most famous monarchs. He took the podium that adorned a new Royal Coat of Arms.

"His Royal Majesty King Carlos Francisco The Second." Senate Speaker Reyes pronounced.

After the obligatory standing ovations & procedure HRM spoke.

"Good evening gentlemen. Thank you so much for convening this late 'emergency' session. I, chief representative of the Sovereign Branch, am dissolving this government."

Since 1969 the crown & Social Democratic Union minority, which very secretly longed for a true republic of Justosia, had shared an icy existence. Now an avalanche.

"THE HELL YOU ARE! NO! Your father surrendered that constitutional authority! Probably because he knew the type of monarch you'd become!" Senator Colby Toma (SDU-Ceretia) thundered.

"Oh Senator, I know. My father did know. The blessed monarch who'd finally undo centuries of injustices and fulfill the prophecy of Milenio Imperio. He was a scared little twat indeed. Speaker, if you'd please....."

Speaker Reyes activated his podium microphone.

"I put forth for the consideration of this emergency session Bill One Thousand. Dissolution of this current government preceeding new elections as soon as possible."

Immediately the chamber begin roaring. Confusion. Condemnation. Screams even. HRM took it all in. How did he know he'd triumph? His trusted NSS (Nationale Security Service). They had the disturbing, damming dirt gathered on just enough nationalist senators. These same senators were also being as silent & invisible as possible.

After another 15 minutes of screaming the vote came to a head, 51-49. The screams became deafening. HRM motioned for the pink slips of every senator, written himself, be passed out by the Senate Paiges. He waved goodbye & calmly left the chamber.

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Administrative Wing
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

HIM & the Lord High Chancellor sat to a brunch while they digested last night. The chancellor sought to reassure His Imperial Majesty.

"Carlos. We're not gods. I couldn't forsee this, and, forgive me, but neither could you. That said I am sorry. The SDU was just an annoying echo before. Perhaps a prickly thorn now, but they will deal with me first."

As per the constitution, Blount stepped in to break any ties in that chamber, unless the proposed bill or resolution dealt with him personally. The task now was keeping the Nationalist Conference together.

"Raffaello I'd tell you this is the last I want to hear about this......but I can't afford that luxury here anymore I feel. This changes little. Now that I have for all effective purposes fulfilled the Milenio Imperio, we need, no must pursue a foreign policy less aggressive unless provoked. More continuity."

HIM summoned the Foreign Ministry Liason Officer.

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Secure Government Quarter
Avalon

The Halls of Millennium solemnly carried the echoes. The windows would always look on.

"You will marry her this time Carlos. This is no longer a request from your father, but an order from your sovereign. I owe Julius a debt. You will do your duty to me, Justosia. They are the same."

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Government Quarter
Avalon

Their aides finished tending to the Imperial Family. HRH the Crown Prince & his new wife agreed to move into the newer wing of the palace. Upon kissing his beloved wife the empress goodnight, he made his way, un-escorted, to the palace chapel.

He knelt before the giant golden crucifix.

"My Holy, Heavenly Father. I have realized my temporal mission bestowed unto me by you. Or was it only part of it? I don't know. I must go on trusting my Divinely Righted heart which beats upon your love and mercy. I feel the enemies which beset my family, flock, throne, and nation have merely evolved. Not melted away. I dread having to make nice with them....

My conscience is burdened. I betrayed a brother. A faithful servant of yours. All that is right. His Royal Majesty Rex Mercator Julius Faure was a dear friend. My only true ally in this temporal realm. He died, probably fighting. I wasn't a true ally. Intervening only indirectly for him. Not standing my forces with his side by side. I was.....scared Justosia in its then weaker state would have been torn asunder by the stronger powers that were then. Forgive me Lord. I happily perform my penance. Supporting his darling daughter however I can. Now part of my family. I will rule over his lands in name as Regent. I pray this is your will. Amen."

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Government Quarter
Avalon
7:50 AM JT

A convoy of Palace Paiges had hurried to the main entrance to welcome the Foreign Minister's motorcade on this chilly winter day. An early day today. He had been briefed & best advised by the Defence Minister & Intelligence Sub Minister on the escalating terrorism crisis in Bourgogne & potentially Neustria. Now it was time for him to brief H.I.M.

Immediately he was flanked by Imperial Guard troops as he was escorted to the Administrative Wing where the Emperor had had his working breakfast moved. Typically he did not rise before 8 AM Justosian Time if he could help it. He couldn't. Matters of state(s). Torres entered, bowed, greeted his sovereign properly. They began.

"Your Imperial Majesty this folder should contain everything we know, and believe you need to know about the.....situation in Gallia."

"You mean those Communist and terrorists deviants yes? Same difference right?" He motioned for Torres to lay it next to his eggs & croissant. He examined it.

"As usual this is most sufficient. Please pass along my appreciation and thanks to Ministers Delgado and Calderon. That said I do not think Bourgogne would accept such an aid package. While I understand how potentially problematic a foreign allied presence on their soil could be, they seem to be just letting the disease metastasize. Those rabble would shit themselves faced by our NSS (Nationale Security Service) agents. I pray their lack of vision doesn't cost them their beautiful kingdom and Divine Right. Viva Justosia."

"Agreed, Majesty. Viva Justosia."

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Residential Wing of HRHs
Government Quarter
Avalon

The Halls of Millennium looked on as a lone, solemn, sad, almost ethereal figure walked with burdened grace down the halls to the main palace chapel. She had left the futile consul & attempted comfort of her new husband & future emperor. She was stalked at a distance by her Imperial Guard detail. Though her temper at moments like these taught them well enough to keep their distance by now. With the exception of her recent wedding she donned black. Black dress. Black jewels. Still mourning. Ever since she lost her beloved papa, family, & homeland.

She knelt at the altar, kissed the feet of Christ, & began quietly sobbing in prayer. Pity Her Justosian & Occitan Royal Highness Crown Princess Mirèo de Marsilia....

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Imperial Residential Wing
Government Quarter, Avalon

"Her Royal Highness Mirèo de Marsilia
Princess of Justosia. Crown Princess and rightful queen of East Occitania." A Palace Paige announced as she entered H.I.M.'s chambers. She was already well armed with her words.

"Emperor. My blessed benefactor. My family. Will you not help me reclaim what is rightfully mine? What God Yahweh commands you to? There is an evil man. A demonic serpent defiles my throne currently. He violated God's law of Divine Right. That of my beloved papa and now me. I beg you. Help me." She couldn't stand to call him father. Even in law. No. Only her father Julius Faure.

H.I.M., after gazing into the fireplace long enough looked at her & replied.

"Your Royal Highness asks for much..........Albrecht likes me.......yet he doesn't possess the same blessed authority I do. I will communicate part of your will. I owe your father a debt. I wasn't there for my brother when he needed me most. Neither were you. Let us both atone....."

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Imperial Residential Wing Government Quarter, Avalon

The Emperor sat in a spare study room with his daughter in law. She continued to press him for more action to her rightful throne.

"Mirèo, what more would you have me do? Order the Third Fleet into the Hammar? Your throne isn't worth burning Europe down. Without Eiffellander assistance my hands are relatively tied. I must see where these cards fall." One thing Emperor Carlos Francisco II was not accustomed to was admitting his power has limits. Nor should he be.

"Is there a way........Your Imperial Majesty could have me smuggled back into my homeland? My people, the majority of the military will rally to me. I know it."

"Smuggle you? Yes. Once you're out of spec ops hands though I can't protect you. The risk is too great. No. You mean something to my son. To Me. To Justosia. To my....our empire."

It was a chilly night. The ornate ivory & gold trimmed fireplace flickered in a white noise fashion as the Imperial Family planned plans for plans into the morning.

 

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CLASSIFIED/TOP SECRET
TO: H.I.M.
FROM: Defence Minister

The drawdown feint will or won't fool certain foreign governments. It matters not. Upon your orders all saved money from current troop level funds to be rerouted into new ballistic missile submarine construction. Estimated cost roughly §900,000,000.00 is hefty but deemed strategically necessary. Current fleet fully deployed. Strategically unacceptable.

Will begin rerouting corporate tax funds upon liaising with Finance Ministry. Funds procured from further resource acquisition as well. Timetable still unacceptably long. No choice. Suggest initiation immediately. Target # is 3. Lesson learned from DR One is full covert construction. The age of armies is over. Please advise &/or ascend. Viva Milenio Imperio. Viva Justosia.

Carlos Delgado
Defence Minister

 

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Milenio Imperio Palace
CLASSIFIED/TOP SECRET
TO: Defence Minister
FROM: H.I.M.

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Milenio Imperio Palace
Crown Prince's Residential Wing
Government Quarter, Avalon

The Emperor had been awoken by urgent beckoning from proximal Paiges. He was swiftly escorted to HRM Queen Mirèo's bed chambers where he was greeted by a doctor. He was beaming yet composed.

"Your Imperial Majesty, you're going to be a grandfather."

(OOC: Serenierre, @East Occitania, @Eiffelland I didn't wanna make another move in AM yet so I put this here.)