The Imperial Embassy (Location: Washington DC)

"S.P.Q.R."

There was a crackle in the air as the portal opened above Washington. A small portal, but a strong one nonetheless. The armored man flew through, his Legion behind him. Quickly and efficiently, the Embassy was constructed around the portal. Part diplomatic outpost, part unassailable fortress, the large floating structure boasted the red and gold colors of Roma Maxima. The Legion's Eagle adorned the top, and the Roman standards lined the walls. Quickly, like so many others built before it, the powerful technology integrated into it quickly adapted the surrounding energy field for use as a power source. Soon, political talks could begin.

THE ENTRY HALL

A brilliant room, adorned with statues of Roman heroes and gods, greets any visitors that enter the building. Doing so unescorted, however, will incur the wrath of the Praetorian Guard, and they will -ahem- dispose of any intruders with frightening efficiency. Nonetheless, it is a sight to behold.

THE BARRACKS

The living quarters of the Praetorian Guard currently stationed at the Embassy, it contains all of the highly advanced weapons of the Romans, including their battlesuits.

THE TRAINING CENTER

High-tech room where the Praetorians and the Emperor keep in shape for battle. Can project semi-solid holograms for battle practice.

THE THRONE ROOM

The Emperor can usually be found in the throne room, though its function is mostly a ceremonial one. It can be adapted to a large table to hold meetings, or a more relaxing lounge style area for convening and meeting together.

ADDITIONAL DEFENSES

The same magic "interference" technology that is in the Roman Armor is also present in the building. It cannot be teleported into or teleported away by magical means.

The constantly shifting architecture makes it difficult to locate a point of entry. There are motion detectors and security viewcams scattered throughout the structure.

The portal room is heavily guarded at all times. At the first sign of intrusion, the portal is closed.

Standard rules apply.

Cool concept

@zaniel: Thanks

Hmmmm???

@cutthroatbitch: Have you...something to say?

I guess Rome is making a comeback then ? Nice Work here.

@pyrogram:

Decimus sat upon his platinum throne, contemplating the next move in the great game. His brow furrowed as he observed the several holoscreens that were currently floating in front of him. Each showed the worst atrocities of the past thousand years. Thievery. Political corruption. Murder. Attempted genocide. No more.

He stood and moved silently to the grand hall. His legionnaires stood at attention, watching as their magnificent leader walked down the stairs. He closed his eyes for a second, interfacing with the metal laurel wreath that sat upon his head. The Praetorian Armor, called from the barracks by the wreath, hovered into the hall. Disassembling itself, it re-formed dramatically around the Emperor. He clenched his chrome-plated fist, testing the the systems of the armor. He turned to his soldiers.

"Legionnaires," he announced, addressing them not only as his equals, but as trusted friends. "You all know your mission. You are here to bring peace. You are here to bring order. You are here to bring justice. You are superior. You are infallible. You are Romans!" His voice reverberated throughout the hall. "The time has come for us to reveal ourselves to this world. They will now know of our presence here. They will react accordingly. But they will not stand in our way. We will bring them a better world. They cannot, no, they WILL not stop us. Rome will live once more in this dimension. Stand strong, stand together. Remember your training. SPQR!"

"SPQR!" The shout resounds around the Embassy as the legionnaires fall into their ranks. The Emperor flew outside the Embassy to the top spire. Perching on the end, he pressed a button on his gauntlet. The cloaking field surrounding the Embassy and the Emperor dissipated, revealing the fortress in its entirety. Floating above the Washington Monument, the Emperor's eyes were set directly upon the White House. He began broadcasting a message to the American government- and to one man in particular.

"Mr. Stark. I am Emperor Decimus Caesar of Roma Maxima. We have been observing your dimension for some time now. We have decided to intervene. Do not fear us-we mean you no harm. I believe you would find it prudent to engage me in diplomatic conference. Your move, Mr. Stark. I await your reply. SPQR."

The line is drawn. The curse is cast.

@imperator_imperatorum: No idea when I'll respond, I barely use Stark, but I'll try and get to it tomorrow.

@pyrogram: Thanks