Kahlawian 2500 Years Jubilee of the Empire

The Jubilee will be held at the historical archeological site of Brejhav, situated 100 km from Kahiv, completely restored for the event. The whole area
will be closed for the three days prior to the event by two elite paratroopers regiments, while the Imperial Household Immortal Guards, the personal guard of the Shahanshah and his family, will be tasked with the event security. A landing strip has been built near the site, to allow delegates to easily reach the celebrations. Delegates are asked to arrive in unarmed planes, otherwise they'll be rejected landing permission and escorted back. Upon arrival, the delegates (max two per nation) will be presented with their personal Guards, that will watch on them for the whole day.

Program of the event:

-06.14: Salute to the 913.125th Sun of the Empire (reserved to the Shahanshah and the Court).

-09.30: Arrival of the foreign delegates.

-11.00: Salute to the Awlyan Shahanshah Kahlaw.

-11.25: Start of the parade.

-12.30: Grand banquet. During this, a number of intervention by the delegates are planned.

-16.00: Shahanshah's speech.

-17.00: Final interventions and salutes.


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Sergeant Khatami, member of the Imperial Household Immortal Guards, had an immense honour, as the General told him a few hours ago. in the minutes before the dawn, he was standing in high uniform in front of a semi demolished building, once a small palace, now showing it's age, over two and a half millennia. He was guardingthe front of it (or what the archeologists believed to be the front), on the side of a small pillar. On it, letters eaten by the years formed these words: "Kahlaw, Shahanshah, was born here."
Khatami had another thrill of pride. He was chosen to guard the birthplace of the Father of the Empire, the Predilect Son Of Kreatsu, the Little God, on that historical morning. As the horizon started to light up, he could see the silouhettes of the people standing 50 metersin front of him, everybody watching east. The Shahanshah, his wife the Malyah, their sons, the first High Priest and the 200 Guards, Everybody standing still.
he could feel the tension rising with the sun, still hiding under the horizon.
As soon as the first speck emerged from behind the dark terrain, the company commander shouted an order, and the Guards fired theyr guns at the sky, then started shouting at the top their lungs. Sergeant Kathami, immobile in his watch, felt a tear rolling on his cheek.

A small, twin engined propeller aircraft glides down towards the runway and lands. The tail bears the Terripanan Presidential Symbol - three muskets in a triangle. As it stops, the door opens, and a ladder is put down. The President, as well as one of his bodyguard, exit and approach the designated area of arrival.

A roar is heard as a private Kyuxian plane enters Kahlawian airspace. The plane wears the royal flag of East Kyux aswell as the flag of Aayla Kyux.
"Hmm, no SAM's fired yet, we might just survive"
"Meetra, calm down, we can trust them, imagine the backlash if they shot us down"
An hour or 2 pass before they close in on Brejhav.
"This is EK-RP-02 requestion permission to land in Brejhav, we bring the representative of the UKK for the event"
After permission is given the plane lands. This is the first time in many, many years a noble from the UKK has been in Kahlawia for other reasons then war. Meetra, a high noble from East Kyux is the representative for the UKK. As he walks out from the plane he is presented with his guards and escorted by car to the meeting point.
"Hmm, they have sworn not to hurt me to their leader, but how should i know this is true"
Is all that he can think of, not trusting the guards yet.

(Arrival of Romero)

A smiling kerb stands on the landing strip, flanked by a flag bearer and a company of Immortal Guards, all in high uniform. "Welcome, Mr. President! I'm Davoud Farahani, Chamberlain of the Jubilee. Please, let me introduce you to you personal Guards; they sweared to the Shahanshah to protect you, and they'll assure your incolumity for all the day. There's the car that will drive you to the meeting, enjoy the ride and the day!"

(Arrival of the Kyuxian Noble)

As soon as Meetra left, Farahani loses his smile. "Liutenant, a towel, please." He then starts to furiously rub the hand he shaked with the Kyuxian.

A loud whop-whopping is heard as a large metallic vehicle approaches from the sky. Looking like an aircraft that's been screwed up in every manner, the silver body sparkles, and the orange and green stripe down the side lead around the top and bottom of a Fisnavavaadian flag. The contraption has a large blade that rotates overhead, and a small rotor in the back at the tip of the tail. The device flies over the airport once with landing permission, slowly, wiggling side to side to show off a lack of armament, and then circles around, hovering for a landing, the rotor atop slowly spinning down to a halt, and a tall kerb in a flower-print teal shirt steps out, holding a duffel bag and a briefcase. He steps beyond the rotor blades, puts both on the ground, puts his hands up, and yells over the whine and clicking of the contraption as it powers down "I'm the delegate from Fisnavavaadia! I'm Albert Caldiine, Emperor's Aide of Foreign Conflicts! The briefcase are all the official documents I've brought with me, and the duffel bag are any clothes I may need! There are no weapons or explosives, and you have every right to search them!"

"Good morning, Mr. Caldiine. Nice to see you. If I can say a word, you have some courage to fly in that experimental thing, renouncing to the commodities of a luxury airliner for a long flight. Anyway, let me introduce you to your personal Guards. If you wish, you'll be brought to a private pavillion to refresh yourself after the voyage. Please, enjoy your stay in Brejhav!"

A pair of suited kerbs approach the guards; they identify themselves as President Amihan Abaygar and Foreign Minister Makisig Tagenhagen.

borisperrons wrote:"Good morning, Mr. Caldiine. Nice to see you. If I can say a word, you have some courage to fly in that experimental thing, renouncing to the commodities of a luxury airliner for a long flight. Anyway, let me introduce you to your personal Guards. If you wish, you'll be brought to a private pavillion to refresh yourself after the voyage. Please, enjoy your stay in Brejhav!"

"Thanks for letting me land in it. The flight can be a touch jumpy at times, and it's rather loud, but the stationary precision landings are perfect for diplomatically cramped locations. Perhaps you'll be flying in one some day!"

Crichton wrote: A pair of suited kerbs approach the guards; they identify themselves as President Amihan Abaygar and Foreign Minister Makisig Tagenhagen.

"Good morning, President! It's an honor to have you here. Please let me personally congratulate to you for the recent space successes of your nation. May our nations bring light in the darkness of ignorance! Mr. Tagenhagen, it's a pleasure. Here we are, let me introduce you to your personal Guards."

An aircraft lands at the runway. Down from the airstair Emperor Manter V steps, clad in a simple but luxurious suit in favor of his traditional royal attire. He still carries his golden staff, however.

Coming from the east, an aircraft arrives at spot. Its all painted in black-yellow. It lands down at the runway, the pilot does strange hand moves and then Emperor Igedorn III steps outside. One of the pilots - Leten - also steps outside. They both identify themselves.

A twin engine aircraft is spotted from the west. It approaches the closest airport, and after getting landing clearance it lands on the airstrip.

The aircraft taxis to its designated spot, and shuts off its engines. Eight people dismounts the aircraft, all with their respective instrument, except one who is the vocalist. They form two lines outside the aircraft, and starts playing the National Anthem while Henrik Hessenstras the Segerlinen delegate dismounts.

Spoiler:

'We give thanks to your warm welcome, but there is no need for congratulation yet. We have only just begun.'

Farahani, always smiling, approaches the delegates. "Well, looks like we are all here. Please, follow me to the stand, the celebrations are about to start!"

The kerbs are brought to a viewing stand in the middle of the archeological site, adorned with luxurious golden decorations. In the middle of it, two elegant and imponent thrones stand, decorated with Kahlawian symbols, flanked by a row of less luxurious but equally comfortable chairs. All of this while being filmd by numerous film crews.

The delegates sit on their assigned seats, and start to search for the Shahanashah and his wife. They don't have to wait for long, since the two are seen in front of the stand, clad in the tradition imperial dress, advancing towards a somewhat simple construction, made out of rocks, that the delegates are told being the Mausoleum of Kahlaw. The two depose something before the mausoleum, and after pronouncing some words, turn back, heading for the thrones.

"Welcome, my dear friends, and sorry for the wait. We have to do aur cerimonials in the right way, or well, bad luck may hit somewhere in our next 2500 years of history. Please, let me introduce my wife, the Malyah Zahra. Now, let the proper celebrations begin!"

In the vast open space before the stand, the Kahlawite Armed Forces band marches in, with all his 300 members from all the branches of the military. At a nod of the Shahanshah, the director gives the order, and the band starts to play the national anthem.

Spoiler:

The various military units emerges from behind the ruins surrounding the stand, advancing in front of it. During the parade, the best of the Kahlawian army is showed off: the various elite units, of the army, with their high uniforms and the golden borded regimental flags, the Kchaša self propelled artillery units, a regiment of Yawazbāšya heavy tanks, adorned with trappings reminescent of the old cavalry units, several Sahm anti-aircraft missile batteries, and then a number of army units in hystorical dresses and uniforms from all over the Kahlawian history. Then, advancing on a trailer flying the Kahlawian and S.E.A.D.D.'s flags, a Nayazh-II booster parades in front of the delegates.

After the units have abandoned the field, and with the band still playing, a powerful roar is heard, and 12 fighters appear for the horizon. They start to perform acrobatics for the next twenty minutes, with the pilots showing off their ability is elaborate ballets in the sky. Then, the assemble in a V formation and overfly the stand, laying down a trail of smoke in the colours of the Kahlawian flag.

As soon as the roar of the engines fades away, Farahani appears seemingly out of nowhere.
"Your Majesty, the chef informs me that they are ready to start the banquest at your order."
"Excellent. Please Davoud, lead our way to the pavillon. Esteemed friends, you are going to taste the best the Empire has to offer in terms of food."

"Hmm, thanks for the showoff. I hope we can now start a serious discussion. Let's start with something nice and casual. I do like the weather down here. Just like in Colonial Kyux this morning"

The Segerlinen delegate applauds the show of force.

"Excelent, you sure know how to throw a party. I can't wait for the food to arrive!"

"I surely can, nothing to talk about in the meantime?"

"Applauseden! With such army your nation would surely survive another 2500 years. May I ask what food did you prepare for us? What should we discuss first?"

"I think the... host has many discussions pre planned"

The Narconan Emperor looks upon the show of force with interest.  He whispers to one of the guards, who hands him a notepad.  He writes "Armed Forces Improvements" but then scratches it out and puts the paper away.  He looks around at the others guests and returns his eyes to the show.

"Sargento - pitu." The president says. His bodyguard puts his hand in his pocket whilst replying "Sí, Presidente". He then pulls it out, reviling a cigarette and a lighter. He places the cigarette in the President's lips, and lights it. After he inhales, he then removes it, and awaits for the President to exhale. After a few seconds, he places it in his lips again, and the President once more inhales and exhales.

"Aquello va ser bastante, Sargento." the President exclaims. The Sergeant replies once more "Sí, Presidente", throws the cigarette on the ground, stamps on it, and then places the lighter back in his pocket. He returns to where he was standing.

The delegates are brought to a big pavillon, decorated with elaborate tapestries and mats. A long table, prapared with luxurious dishes and fine argent cutlery, lies in the middle of it. On a small platform, a complex is playing soft music.

The Shahanshah, after entering the tent, takes a flute of champagne from a tray that a white dressed kerb offers him. "I'm glad you enjoyed the show. Now please, take a glass of wine. I'd like to propose a toast: since today we are here to celebrate a joyful moment of this nation, I'd like to ask you to set aside our differencies, and at least for today, to care just at Kerbin's people wellness. To the Empire and to Kerbin!"

*toasts*

"For Kerbin! And Kahlawia! And every other nation!"

*drinks the wine*

Meetra toasts silently.

"Long live Presidents, Emperors, Kings, Queens, and other Leaders!"