[Backstory] The Metre High Club
[Backstory] The Metre High Club
'Dear God, Jenkins, this man is tedious,' Babs whispered to his aide during the conference, 'which one is he?'
'Sir, that is the delegate from Adraisia.'
'Oh yes, I see the little badge now the cameras are on him, pass me my glasses, I cannot believe I forgot those lenses, it's a very good job we have Nikki you know, we would have never have thought to have packed emergency glasses, but then again, I sup-'
'Is that alright with you Beaugium?'
'Mmm?'
'That previous motion Babs, is that alright?'
'Abstain.'
'Very well'
'What was that last motion Jenkins?' Babs muttered to his aide, once more ignoring the other delegates.
'To rule out Adraisia and Amokolia.'
'Ah yes...should've voted there. Never mind, I'll discuss it later.'
Babs and his personal team were representing Beaugium at the 'Summit for All Micras', which was being held to decide which 8 nations would make up the M8. Jenkins, the Prince's highest ranking aide, left the Prince's side in rather a hurry, causing Babs to miss yet another vote, his 3rd of the day, whilst he sent a junior aide after him to find out what was going on.
The junior aide returned with news and after much thought, Babs asked for the conference to have a momentary recess. He had come to the conclusion that the other nations would find out why when their aides spoke to them. Across the table sat Andreas the Wise, President of Novatainia, and next to him, Lyam of Tokidoki, who looked temporarily stunned when they recieved the news.
Babs jerked himself violently out of his seat, hitting his head on a gargantuan book being held by Jenkins, which knocked him out. The next he could remember was waking up inside his private jet, with Jenkins next to him in a plush Shirerithian leather armchair.
'The conference has been cancelled.' said Jenkins when he noticed Babs' eyes opening, 'Temporarily, whilst they sort out this mess.' He continued, not looking up from his copy of today's 'Novatica Fragment'.
'I assume that the mess to which you are referring is the one which you hurried off to deal with earlier?'
'Yes it is, Sir'
'Are you going to enlighten me as to the latest developments then?'
Jenkins said nothing. Instead he turned his copy of the 'Novatica Fragment' to the front page and rotated it to face the Prince. The headline read, 'PLANET PLUNGES INTO WAR AFTER CONFERENCE CHAOS'.
'Oh dear.'
'Quite. Not only that, Sir, but the Beaugian Gem Industry is forecasting a complete shutdown of sales, and the King has fallen down the stairs at 'Chateau de Folie' and has gone into hospital.'
Babs spent the next five minutes thinking in silence. Eventually he ordered for the plane to be diverted to Northman, Passas, and for all staff to report to the plane's conference lounge immediately.
After 20 minutes of much confusion on behalf of the Prince's staff, silence fell as the Prince stood up to address the gathered:
'You are all well aware of today's developments, and each one of you has a task you must perform to your upmost, be it making tea or rousing the troops you must fulfill your potential. Notably tea-wise. Anyway, to the jobs. People phoning people: Jenkins, President Andreas.'
The list went on and on, encompassing everyone from the cleaner at the Prince's Palace to the Prince's former confidente, Lord Montague.
'And someone send a 'Get well soon' card to the King, I'll phone him later.'
The Prince spent the rest of the journey to Northman asleep in his chamber, stirring only to recieve a call from King Craitman, who asked Babs to pass on his good wishes for the King's speedy recovery. Upon arrival in Passas he was hustled into a waiting vehicle and driven straight to the President's Offices in the city centre.
'Sir?'
'Yes Jenkins?'
'When we arrive at the office, Andreas, Lyam, Adam and obviously Matthew are already there, they are in the war planning room, 2 floors underground. They are banking on you to help them come up with a strategy.'
'Mmm. How long left?'
'Sir, those are the gates in front of you.'
'Ah, that was a little daft of me....'
'Quite, anyway, would you like me to come to the planning room with you or go straight to the embassy?'
'Go to the embassy, send everyone home.'
'Yes Sir.'
The remaining 20 seconds of the journey were spent in silence, and High Prince Babs Beau exited the car, looking distinctly less regal with a bandage on his head instead of his usual platinum crown, and proceeded to walk silently across the gravel to the front entrance.
'Sir, that is the delegate from Adraisia.'
'Oh yes, I see the little badge now the cameras are on him, pass me my glasses, I cannot believe I forgot those lenses, it's a very good job we have Nikki you know, we would have never have thought to have packed emergency glasses, but then again, I sup-'
'Is that alright with you Beaugium?'
'Mmm?'
'That previous motion Babs, is that alright?'
'Abstain.'
'Very well'
'What was that last motion Jenkins?' Babs muttered to his aide, once more ignoring the other delegates.
'To rule out Adraisia and Amokolia.'
'Ah yes...should've voted there. Never mind, I'll discuss it later.'
Babs and his personal team were representing Beaugium at the 'Summit for All Micras', which was being held to decide which 8 nations would make up the M8. Jenkins, the Prince's highest ranking aide, left the Prince's side in rather a hurry, causing Babs to miss yet another vote, his 3rd of the day, whilst he sent a junior aide after him to find out what was going on.
The junior aide returned with news and after much thought, Babs asked for the conference to have a momentary recess. He had come to the conclusion that the other nations would find out why when their aides spoke to them. Across the table sat Andreas the Wise, President of Novatainia, and next to him, Lyam of Tokidoki, who looked temporarily stunned when they recieved the news.
Babs jerked himself violently out of his seat, hitting his head on a gargantuan book being held by Jenkins, which knocked him out. The next he could remember was waking up inside his private jet, with Jenkins next to him in a plush Shirerithian leather armchair.
'The conference has been cancelled.' said Jenkins when he noticed Babs' eyes opening, 'Temporarily, whilst they sort out this mess.' He continued, not looking up from his copy of today's 'Novatica Fragment'.
'I assume that the mess to which you are referring is the one which you hurried off to deal with earlier?'
'Yes it is, Sir'
'Are you going to enlighten me as to the latest developments then?'
Jenkins said nothing. Instead he turned his copy of the 'Novatica Fragment' to the front page and rotated it to face the Prince. The headline read, 'PLANET PLUNGES INTO WAR AFTER CONFERENCE CHAOS'.
'Oh dear.'
'Quite. Not only that, Sir, but the Beaugian Gem Industry is forecasting a complete shutdown of sales, and the King has fallen down the stairs at 'Chateau de Folie' and has gone into hospital.'
Babs spent the next five minutes thinking in silence. Eventually he ordered for the plane to be diverted to Northman, Passas, and for all staff to report to the plane's conference lounge immediately.
After 20 minutes of much confusion on behalf of the Prince's staff, silence fell as the Prince stood up to address the gathered:
'You are all well aware of today's developments, and each one of you has a task you must perform to your upmost, be it making tea or rousing the troops you must fulfill your potential. Notably tea-wise. Anyway, to the jobs. People phoning people: Jenkins, President Andreas.'
The list went on and on, encompassing everyone from the cleaner at the Prince's Palace to the Prince's former confidente, Lord Montague.
'And someone send a 'Get well soon' card to the King, I'll phone him later.'
The Prince spent the rest of the journey to Northman asleep in his chamber, stirring only to recieve a call from King Craitman, who asked Babs to pass on his good wishes for the King's speedy recovery. Upon arrival in Passas he was hustled into a waiting vehicle and driven straight to the President's Offices in the city centre.
'Sir?'
'Yes Jenkins?'
'When we arrive at the office, Andreas, Lyam, Adam and obviously Matthew are already there, they are in the war planning room, 2 floors underground. They are banking on you to help them come up with a strategy.'
'Mmm. How long left?'
'Sir, those are the gates in front of you.'
'Ah, that was a little daft of me....'
'Quite, anyway, would you like me to come to the planning room with you or go straight to the embassy?'
'Go to the embassy, send everyone home.'
'Yes Sir.'
The remaining 20 seconds of the journey were spent in silence, and High Prince Babs Beau exited the car, looking distinctly less regal with a bandage on his head instead of his usual platinum crown, and proceeded to walk silently across the gravel to the front entrance.
HRH High Prince Babs Beau
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I love that.
'Are you going to enlighten me as to the latest developments then?'
Jenkins said nothing. Instead he turned his copy of the 'Novatica Fragment' to the front page and rotated it to face the Prince. The headline read, 'PLANET PLUNGES INTO WAR AFTER CONFERENCE CHAOS'.
'Oh dear.'
"I fought the law, and the law won..."Why is it me who always has to tell them to stop whining like kids?