User:SlenderXP/Imperialist Penguins

This is the story of an empire - an empire on which the Sun never sets, set in an alternate reality, in a story that revolves around a mixed-race penguin who inherited an exotic land under the Empire’s sphere of influence, a ruthless mining magnate with an ego to match, a crime lord who wanted to give back to his community while retaining his power and influence, a fanatical colonial administrator who was determined to help the Empire cling on to its territories and a female political activist who would be willing to die for the liberation of her homeland. As the Empire progressed, and perhaps even enter, the 21st century, will it be able to command the same majesty that it always did, or will it be wiped out, much less become a remnant of its former glory?

=Act One: The Start of the Empire=

The Emperor Is Dead, Long Live The Emperor!
“Sir, there is an urgent call that requires your immediate attention.”

Mr. Tennyson said in a serious tone to one of the three children of his master and employer as soon as he arrived in front of the 13 year old’s bedroom. The Baron of Yolkshire’s only son who went by the name of Slender, waddled out of the room with a yawn. He was dressed in his pyjamas and looked exhausted.

“It is ten o’ clock, Mr. Tennyson. What could be so urgent?”, the kid whined.

“It is more urgent than the fictional scenario of Summer calling you at this time of the day, if at all,” the butler replied with sarcasm. The only reason he was able to do that was because the Baron and Baroness were away on a business trip to Torona, Calada. Otherwise, he could expect to be sacked.

“I hate you,” he replied in return. The butler escorted him to the living room, where an antique telephone with rotary dial laid. Despite being a family heirloom dating from the 1920’s, the Baron intended to replace this with a more modern push-button telephone. “This contraption is already 62 years old. That’s 27 years older than me!”, he would complain. However, whenever he actually wanted to act on his initiative, he would either face resistance from his spouse the Baroness or had no time to do it. It was perhaps a sense of nostalgia that prevented him from throwing the old telephone out in the end.

“Hello there, Slender Mason speaking,” the Baron’s eldest son said to the penguin on the receiving end of the phone.

“His Imperial Majesty, your grandfather, is dead, Your Royal Highness,” the penguin said. He was Jack Sulla, the Chamberlain of the Imperial Household of Nexon.

“Pardon me?”

“His Imperial Majesty is dead, along with most of the royal family, Your Royal Highness. A Republican terrorist snuck into a masquerade party held by your grandfather and detonated a bomb, killing himself, many of your relatives and several guests. Part of the Imperial Palace is completely destroyed.”

“Oh my!”, Slender exclaimed in shock.

“The Emperor is dead, long live the Emperor!”, the chamberlain said all of a sudden.

“Who’s the new Emperor?”

“Due to the fact that everyone preceding you in the line of succession is now dead, Your Imperial Majesty is now the incumbent Emperor of Nexon.”

Meanwhile, Nathaniel Tang oversaw the gaming tables of his most lucrative gambling den from