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| Carbadia | May 15 2014, 04:50 PM Post #1 |
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To Emperor Charles of Dawinia To Crown Prince Antonio of Dawinia To Chancellor Gustav Klink of Austiana Charter of the Union of Nations
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The USSC is currently in - Zustand des Friedens (State of Peace) Zustand der Spannung(State of Tension) Verteidigungsfall (State of Defense) ..Screw Off.. ii...Russia...ii | |
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| Deleted User | Jun 11 2014, 05:52 AM Post #31 | |
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Sitting in the conference room, Danilo suddenly realized that now would be a good opportunity to speak with the delegates that he was told to meet with. ‘I should probably go back outside’ thought Danilo ‘It might be a good idea to look for the Gileadan Delegate first, it seemed important.’ Danilo exited the conference room and went to look for the delegate from Gilead. “Prince Gregory, it is a great honor to meet you in person,” Danilo says, walking over to him,”If you are not busy, I wish to speak of a possible future alliance between the USSP and The United Kingdom Gilead.” |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Jun 11 2014, 12:39 PM Post #32 | |
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The Ionian Delegates walked to the side of the Gleadean Delegates embracing them. "Long time, no see my friends. Well actually just a week but you get the point. It's nice to see Your Excellencies here." said the Prime Minister; |
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| Verskana | Jun 11 2014, 02:30 PM Post #33 | |
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The Presidium did not want to send a delegation to the UN. The government and people of Verskana saw it as nothing more than a Gilead-fronted imperial organisation intent on the destruction of Verskana and all Her allies. "In any even," proceeded Mikhail Petrov, the Chairman of the Congress, "they'll surely give the former fascist governments of Dawinia and Austiana a quick talking to, and completely embrace the new fascist governments--oh, I'm sorry 'monarchies'--without a second thought. And will make no attempt to force them to return the territory that they illegally stole." "Even so," Boris replied, "we must a delegation, because the decisions they make affect us, even if they are frauds." "But isn't that why we started the NSTF [North Sea Trade Federation]," asked Petrov. "Yes," replied Boris, "however, we cannot ignore the political reality that is the Union of Nations. Gileadan front or not, the dogs will act as if they are legitimate and we are the liars." Everyone in the room then looked at Ivanov. As National Secretary, he had final say in all decisions by both the Presidium and Communist Party (which are, essentially, one and the same). After stroking his chin (a tick he had when he was deep in thought), he said, "We will send a delegation." "Not because they are legitimate, but because they will use this meeting as an attempt to undermine us anyway they can. If we can say we participated, then we can say exactly what 'happened'." Everyone else nodded, understanding was Ivanov was saying. "Comrade Ivanov," came Novosi, "shall I go?" "No," he replied, "I will." The men in the room stood in shock. The National Secretary a delegate? they all thought in unison. "I know what I'm doing," he said, as if reading their minds, "and my decision is final." If there were any protestations, no one issued them aloud. They all began to file out of the door, which above had a plaque that read "Разнообразие мысли, единство действий" (Diversity of thought, unity of action)--the national slogan of the Communist Party of Verskana. |
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| Medai | Jun 11 2014, 03:14 PM Post #34 | |
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The Minister more or less ignored the Prince's comment, but she did reply. "Well, I don't drink, so I doubt I'm inebriated. Maybe I'm incompetent. Who knows. If I am, it's because I sometimes don't think about my actions, or I my lack of the." She shrugged, then turned back towards the Achaian ambassador. "I'll try not to. Making people mad doesn't help anything." She then walked towards the Izalithian delegation. She turned towards who she though was the leader and spoke. "My apologies for not addressing you earlier. Sometimes I don't act when I should." |
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| Lyskal | Jun 13 2014, 05:49 PM Post #35 | |
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Charlotte simply sighed and tilted her head up to look into the eyes of the Median, she had a bit of a smirk on her face. The Median didn't appear to even know who she should be talking to. "I understand this must be stressful for you with the worries your country faces and I'm sorry for being abrupt. I'm Queen Charlotte Lordran II, the sovereign of Izalith, the UCSS and the third member and final member of your neutrality pact. I told my captain at that meeting to sign it." Charlotte gave a weak smile and shook her head. "I know it must be difficult to focus with war looming, but you are a representative of your nation. You're it's face here because your leader couldn't attend. You need to be assertive and set a good example, just as I do." Charlotte nodded to the Achaian delegation so they could begin to move inside soon. "I know we may seem archaic and alien to you, but my have raised me up as their face and idol, you accidentally insulted me, which I assure you my people would have gotten a lot grouchier over than I did. I need to see if I can greet other representatives before this starts, so I'll take my leave now. Please think about what I said, I hope it brings you a little solace so you can focus." |
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| Mastropa | Jun 14 2014, 01:00 AM Post #36 | |
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Ambassador Delos gave a nod back to Queen Charlotte as well as to Minister Hendricks, before turning back toward the entrance to the Paceum Complex. He glanced at the Legantian host nearby, but the man appeared to be busy at the moment, so Delos gave him a nod and a smile before opening the door to the building and looking in at the main hall. There were already a few delegates who had entered the hall and taken their places, and Delos considered who among them would be useful friends—perhaps not ‘allies,’ precisely, but friends—for the future. The ambassador first noted the delegation from Starliza, and frowned in thought as he realized that the delegate in question was King Alexander himself—or at least, the man’s appearance matched the pictures of King Alexander attached to Starliza’s diplomatic file in the Office of International Political Outreach. Establishing more secure ties with yet another nation in the West had its appeal, in Delos’s eyes; it would hopefully mean that Achaian Peloponnese could keep its wary eye focused elsewhere. However, there were plenty of indications—not the least of which being the Achaians’ last encounter with a Starlizan representative in Medapolis—that Starlizan politics did not always align with those of the Achaians. While discussions with King Alexander could provide a more comprehensive view of Western politics, Delos grudgingly decided that it would be wiser to attempt to build profitable bridges for Achaian Peloponnese in the future, and at the moment it appeared that such a bridge to Starliza would have to wait. The ambassador took note of the delegation from Rusnya on the other side of the room. Achaian Peloponnese had observed, at least as much as possible from afar, the civil war that had erupted in Rusnya almost as soon as the Office of Observation and Communication had learned of its presence. Unfortunately, most of what the Achaians knew about Rusnya’s politics was hearsay, as the Megaron had conducted no diplomacy with Kaliningrad due to its proximity to the ongoing war in Victorium. However, now that the war was hopefully coming to an end, any hesitation in gaining economic partners in Victorium could lead to lost chances. Rusnya was a publicly-known weapons manufacturer, and it was possible that they would be receptive to a deal that would provide a supply of Peloponnesian natural resources. On the other hand, that manufacturing capability was tied to Dawinia’s, which combined with Rusnya’s political agreements with Gilead and Valkany to place the former nation in a very interesting—one might even say ‘awkward’—diplomatic situation. As long as the war was allowed to die on its own, it wouldn’t matter, and as long as the war continued, the Megaron would not commit to any firm diplomatic relationships with nations in or near Victorium anyway. With that in mind, Ambassador Delos decided that there was no real harm in attempting to lay the groundwork for any future cooperation there, in the hopes that the current summit would provide peace enough for Anax Kerameikos to feel comfortable entering into the field of Victorium diplomacy. And perhaps when the delegates outside of the building were free, Delos would see what relationships could be built—or salvaged, as the case may be—among them. At the very least, there was no lack of work to be done today. |
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| Medai | Jun 16 2014, 03:21 PM Post #37 | |
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The Minister was kind of surprised by Queen Charlotte. As she walked away, thought about she had said for a second, then "shook the thoughts out of her head." She took a seat and waited for the meeting to start, taking note of the arrival of the Starlizan, Rusynan and Valkanian delegations. | |
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| Mastropa | Jun 17 2014, 02:51 AM Post #38 | |
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As there still appeared to be plenty of time before the meeting was due to start, Delos decided to make as much of the opportunity as possible. The Rusnyan delegates were looking over documents as the ambassador approached, but Delos had to assume that they would not mind an interruption for diplomatic purposes. He quickly recognized the secretary of foreign affairs based on the photograph kept by the Office of International Political Outreach and the Office of Observation and Communication. “Secretary Oesterle?” the ambassador began, extending his hand with a smile. “I am Ambassador Delos, representing the anax of Achaian Peloponnese. I hope you don’t mind the interruption, but would you care to discuss a few things while we’re waiting for this meeting to begin?” | |
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| Gorvikia | Jun 17 2014, 03:23 AM Post #39 | |
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Oesterle, initially surprised by Ambassador Delos' appearance, smiled back as he rose from his seat. "Ah, Ambassador Delos, it is quite a pleasure," said Oesterle as he shook Delos' hand. "It's nice to see a representative from Achaian Peloponnese at an event of this magnitude. But I certainly would like to partake in some discussion. Let's take a walk. Oesterle left his two aides at Rusnya's section to continue perusing paperwork as he walked to the outside of the main conference room with Delos. "I'm quite glad you approached me, Ambassador, the interaction between our countries has essentially been nonexistent. This may be a good time to remedy that," said Oesterle. "Now, what is on your mind?" |
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| Mastropa | Jun 17 2014, 04:40 AM Post #40 | |
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Delos nodded. “Indeed, our nations have never interacted before,” he said. “Much of that, I’m sorry to say, was deliberate policy on our part. Your nation lies very near to the political fault lines of Victorium, and Anax Kerameikos had made a point of avoiding serious diplomatic arrangements with nations whose proximity to the war made them probable targets for one side or the other.” The ambassador nodded toward the conference room that the two men had just vacated. “Now, though, things seem to be settling down in Victorium, and at the same time the nations of the world have gathered to find a solution diplomatically. If the Union of Nations is successful in ending the war today, Achaian Peloponnese has every intention of reaching out to the nations of Victorium both diplomatically and economically. I can tell you that my superiors in the Megaron are especially interested in establishing strong ties with Rusnya. We are all very impressed that a nation that sits so close to the current war has managed to avoid being dragged into the fighting. Assuming that the war ends today as I hope, I can guarantee that Anax Kerameikos will have no objection to beginning high-level diplomatic talks with your government.” Delos frowned. “And I suppose, even if the war continues after today, there will be no serious harm in strengthening our political ties regardless. As far as my government can determine, it appears that the war’s focus is moving inexorably westward. There can be no harm now in discussing relations—even business relations—with any nation of Victorium that has managed to escape the war entirely.”
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| Gorvikia | Jun 17 2014, 03:38 PM Post #41 | |
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"Ah, yes, well it did seem for a while that Rusnya going to war would be a sure thing," said Oesterle, frowning. "With the fall of the fascist regimes in Dawinia and Austiana those worries have subsided. We have some business deals with the Dawinians, but we still hold a guarded view of Austiana. "That being said, we're much more inclined to start negotiating business and diplomacy now that the threats of war have started to simmer down. What, exactly, would your country be interested in from Rusnya, as far as diplomacy and possible business dealings go?" |
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| Colcintra | Jun 17 2014, 07:36 PM Post #42 | |
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40,000 feet over Redaria (Dawinian Territory) “Yes yes, I know that,” said Emperor Antonio, on the phone. Antonio sits on the upper deck of the Imperial Jet. A new Aeruña 747-8i, as his guards reside on the lower deck. They had just departed from Vladistock, Verskana, after a successful meeting, and are heading back to the capital. Now, he was occupied with a phone call from the new Crown Minister, Angelina Nieves. ”So then, I take it you’re not going to that summit then,” questioned Angelina. “Weren't you supposed to be the one to go? I mean, before I took the throne back.” “Well…yes, but this is different now, you made me the Crown Minister, and it’s only been two weeks; I’m still not caught up with everything.” Antonio sighs, thinking of what his schedule would be upon returning to Hamunaptra. "What other nations are present?" "Um, lets see here...ah, the Medaians and Gileadans sent a delegation," she scoffed when saying their names, "so have the Peloponnese, Rusnya, Austiana, Verskana, Populusa, Vasconia, Valkany, Izalith, um, Starliza and, of course, Legantus. We're the only ones not represented." "Oh no, this is not good; I'll go myself then." Antonio picks up a blue phone next to him, connecting to the pilot, "Marshall, re-route to Legantium, Legantus. And make it fast." The pilot responds with a simple, "As you wish, Your Majesty." "Would you do me a favour and send me the information on those present? I like to know who I'm talking to." ”Of course, give me a second; I'm already on my computer anyway……there, you should have it now.” Antonio’s laptop chimes, alerting him he’s received it. “Thank you; now, time for me to get to know my counterparts over some coffee; I’ll speak to you when I get back.” ”Okay then, try not to get killed, okay,” Angelica sarcastically said, joking. “Yeah yeah, whatever. Bye.” Antonio hangs up, and goes to reach for his laptop, as an announcement is made. “Just to let you all know, our flying time is now 15 hours and 37 minutes. Get comfortable, everyone, it’s going to be a long flight.” 20 Minutes away from The Paceum Complex Legantium, Legantus "You know, for being this late to the party, the security presence and procedures is incredible," says one of the many guards that accompany Antonio. About 15 minutes ago, they had just landed into Legantium International Airport, after a long flight across the world. They now head into the populous city, to where the summit is taking place. The vehicles in the caravan, except the local police vehicles, had both the flag of Dawinia and the Imperial Standard of the Emperor. "Mhm, one of the things Legantians are known for, their organization, and let’s not forget their war culture," interjects another guard. Everyone laughs, except Antonio, who is deep in thought. He knows this summit will not be a walk the park; Dawinian animosity is still apparent and rampant. Antonio wonders how he would be received by the world, face to face. "Expectabit parate pessimum," his mother, the late Empress, would always tell him, and now, he understands why it is important. He knows he must show the world he is serious and absolute for the effort to make Dawinia a better place for its citizens. After about 20 minutes more, the car finally stops, in front of this building, with a massive façade. "Your Majesty, we have arrived." He gives the driver a nod; he rushes out of the car to the other side, to open the door for the Emperor. Antonio's other guards all exited their vehicles they were traveling in and made their way to his vehicle, a total of eight others. Antonio is not paranoid, but he's aware that the last time a Dawinian monarch was at a meeting concerning the Union of Nations, he died. As a result, the High Guard of the Imperial Guard (Guardia Imperial) insisted he bring extra security; it's better to be safe and sorry, right? Antonio finally exits the car, quickly smoothing out clothes. He's wearing a high collar, coal black suit, trimmed and lightly adorned with golden thread. He wears the Order of The Golden Fleece insignia around his neck, while on his left breast, he has pinned the livery badges of the other orders attributed to the Dawinian Crown: Order of St. Thomas; Order of Alexandre; and Order of The Crimson Cross. A red sash bordered with yellow crosses his body from his right shoulder to his left side of his waist. He puts on a smile, seeing a few guards and delegations at the entrance and partially in the foyer of the building. He makes his way to someone with blonde hair, currently not in conversation with anyone else. “Pardon me," Antonio starts, "It's Queen Charlotte, right," Antonio questioned, still a little unsure of the foreign dignitaries, however, realised that she probably was, given that she'd be the youngest one present; he was sure he read that on the plane. Edited by Colcintra, Jun 18 2014, 02:40 AM.
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| Mastropa | Jun 17 2014, 08:07 PM Post #43 | |
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“Diplomatically, Anax Kerameikos simply desires friends,” Delos replied to Secretary Oesterle. “In the political climate we have seen thus far, it has been more difficult than we had expected to gain friends in great numbers, so we are hoping that we will have greater success as the political tides change.” The ambassador grinned. “Of course, Achaian Peloponnese especially enjoys making friends for business purposes. My nation has a strong economy, but it is almost entirely domestic, fed by a steady stream of wealth from our mining industries. Only since we have turned away from our isolation have we begun to expand into foreign markets.” Delos’s grin widened. “I certainly hope that your people enjoy rubies.” The grin faltered for a moment. “Unfortunately, we have very little else to offer that you do not already produce. I don’t believe it is any secret that Achaian Peloponnese is a very militarized state; our heavy manufacturing industries are almost entirely geared toward military products, none of which are meant for international markets anyway. Of course, the Megaron is aware that Rusnya already has a flourishing military market, and as such it is unlikely that our products would even interest you. On the other hand, Achaian Peloponnese is extremely interested in foreign military hardware. Our nation has only recently abandoned a long period of isolation, and there is no telling what technological breakthroughs were made by other nations in our absence. My primary aim is to at least partially refit the Achaian military.” To say nothing of asking domestic manufacturers to devise countermeasures to whatever foreign tricks they discover on the new products, of course, but that went without saying. “What we can offer Rusnya, as I mentioned before, is a steady supply of precious gems. No doubt this will not be a one-to-one arrangement; your businesses will require hard cash, I’m sure. But we are more than happy to pay it, as long as we know that the cash will be provided through the sales of gems in foreign markets such as your own. While we are primarily stocked with rubies, and to a lesser extent sapphires, we also have reasonable supplies of diamonds. We also have a few silver deposits, though we understand that Rusnya has its own supplies of precious metals.” Ambassador Delos smiled again. “Diplomatically, as I have said, Achaian Peloponnese desires friends among the nations of Victorium. Of them all, Rusnya strikes me as the most likely nation to remain a stable and profitable friend and ally to any other willing nation. Now that the opportunity has presented itself, Achaian Peloponnese would like to be among those other nations extending the hand of friendship to you.” Edited by Mastropa, Jun 17 2014, 08:10 PM.
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| New Vasconia | Jun 18 2014, 04:02 PM Post #44 | |
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Emmanuel and his deputies simply stood in the corner as they watched the others file in. Petty bourgeoi rats, he thought, Austiana conquers our country and how do they respond? They do nothing. Absolutely nothing. He was a tad bit happier when he saw the Verskanian delegation enter. Though he disliked the Verskanian leaders on a personal level, and disagreed with much of their ideology (him being a Leninist and them espousing their "Marxism-Leninism"), he knew it was in their best interests to see an independent New Vasconia, and he intended to use that to his full advantage. "Mihaylov," he said to the foreign minister as he walked his way, "it's quite good to see you again, my friend." "Indeed," Mihaylov, Verskana's Foreign Minister, replied. "Allow me to introduce you to Adrik Ivanov. I know you two haven't met in person, so--" "Ah, yes, Mr. Ivanov," Emmanuel came in, shaking Novosi's hand, "so good to finally meet you." "And you," Adrik replied, "my sincerest condolences on what has happened to New Vasconia. Believe me, we are doing our best to right this wrong, with or without the West." "I know," he Emmanuel said. And with that, the men went their separate ways. |
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| Sviardia-Nordrvegria | Jun 19 2014, 04:17 PM Post #45 | |
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The Valkanian Prime Minister and his delegation caught eye of the New Vasconian delegates. "Oh if it isn't Emmanuel" said the Prime Minister while slipping a memo into the pocket of the New Vasconian Delegate; "See you later my friend." You have not been forgotten. After the night the dawn always comes. VK it said. Edited by Sviardia-Nordrvegria, Jun 19 2014, 04:21 PM.
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