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Topic Started: May 19 2015, 09:42 PM (309 Views)
Kaskadistan

In the great halls of the Kaskadi presidential palace, Dictator Walter Waffenburg, due to the state of his country, and his reputation abroad, due to an incident involving the Republic of Jyrland, desperately seeks allies, and, as luck would have it, many new powers have risen to prominence within this world. Thus he has called a summit of friendship, where he will meet with new heads of state, discuss politics a bit, then to the parade grounds in back for a demonstration, after, they will head to the massive, elaborate dining hall, which the Zesars would use to entertain important guests. For a meal of all sorts of exotic soups, salads, entrees, a full nine courses, until they could eat and talk no longer, then, begins a discussion of future plans, the new nations' place in the socio-political-economic structure of the UFN, and quite a bit to drink, afterward, there may possibly be a speech, or dancing, or an invasion of a tiny country, all exciting prospects, hope to see all there!


Glorious Leader Walter Waffenburg had been preparing for awhile now, the soldiers were all suited up for the demonstration, waiting within special parade-boxes underground, awaiting the signal to begin their march, the tables had been set, with some of the more complex dishes being prepared, he waited now in the massive foyer of the palace, with curved staircases curving elegantly up the sides of the rounded room, large columns of white marble stood at the edges, like sentries, actual sentries were stationed at the door, and a few more at the top of the stairs, and one at every doorway, one per door, they were one part doorman, one part guard. Walter's own private guard stood to the sides silently, machine guns resting barrel-to-shoulder, like an old toy soldier, the symbol of the dictatorship branded forever upon their palms, which they did not show. Walter now waited in a finely decorated chair in the corner of the room, in a white suit, the tie blue, as were the soldiers uniforms, a dark, murky, blue, the color of the government, which many wore with pride. Walter glanced at his watch, 2:30, the guests should be arriving any minute now.
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After the invitation from the Kaskadi dictator had hit the Foreign Affairs Office, it was forwarded up the chain of command, until finally reaching the Oversight Council, where it was scheduled for the next Council meeting.

OC-5 sat patiently at the table, wearing his black suit with black shirt, black tie, and black gloves. He adjusted his mask gently. It could get a bit uncomfortable during the meetings, but many of the original Council members had insisted on the protocol years ago, and now it was long-standing tradition. At times it seemed a touch silly, but OC-5 had few complaints - the obsessive secrecy of what OC-1 had once jokingly called "government by conspiracy" had thwarted not only the international task force's attempt to dissolve the Council, but also at least one attempt on his own life. He glanced over the copy of the invitation again.

"But what if he just decides to kill them?" asked OC-9 in his characteristically high, risk-averse voice.

"Well, obviously, I'm not going," said OC-1. "That would be far too risky."

"Of course not, Mister Chairman," said OC-4, "but we ought to send someone. You know how dictators can have a habit of taking things personally, and not to mention the possibilities of economic contracts."

OC-5 spoke. "Now that you mention it, 4, we should probably send a gift. I think I have just the idea for sorting all of this out."

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A small convoy of five Ashkeran jeeps outfitted for the local Kaskadi climate pulled up outside the Kaskadi presidential palace, each with government markings. Two delegates stepped out of the convoy, accompanied by a number of hand-picked Ashkeran military police.

The first was a tan, rather shrewd-looking woman, with an appearance suited to the continent of Xawin. She wore a dark pantsuit, and a stern expression suited to her position as Minister of the Economy. The second was a tall, normally jovial-looking man with a bit of extra weight to him. A former micro-alpaca herder, he was still bewildered to have been selected as the Minister of National Spirit, a position whose responsibilities still remained as unclear as the first day he'd walked into the office. He adjusted his suit.

Quietly, he whispered to the woman, "I know it's important Minister Bright, but I still don't get why they need me here." The woman gave him a look and whispered back, "as they said, Feron, you're supposed to 'build harmony between nations' and 'ensure all transactions match the national spirit.' ...just keep out my way, alright?" The two started heading up towards the entrance to the grand hall.
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As the two people stepped into this immaculately carved room, Walter rose from his chair, "Kaixo!" He shouted, hello in Kaskadi. As he drew closer, he began to speak again, "Welcome to Kaskadistan, I trust the journey here was safe, we've got a teeny bit of a rebel problem, nothing that won't be solved in a few weeks I'm sure. Oh, but I'm getting ahead of myself, I'm Walter Waffenburg, Eternal President of Kaskadistan, chosen by the people to protect them from themselves. And you are?"

"Minister Bright," the woman said in a level tone of voice, Feron was a bit distracted with the stonework, but he looked back to the dictator and his mind finally caught up, "Oh! I'm Feron, Minister of National Spirit."

"Nice to meet you both, and since you are the first ones here, we're expecting at least one other delegation, then I say we each tell a bit about our nations fair, I'll go first."

"Kaskadistan, one of the largest nations in the UFN, has been wracked apart by wars since they seperated culturally from the Old Nomads, I don't think there is a time in our history through which we haven't been at war, civil or otherwise. We inhabit the largest stretch of plains in this world, meaning warfare was terrifyingly easy within the 'bowl' the mountains to our north, east, south, and south west. But after conquering the last of the other tribes, Kaskadistan was united under a Zesar, (like a Tsar), This time was prosperous, and more territory was gained. Kaskadistan is very rich in raw materials, not least of which is diamond. Then, the people began to clamour for revolution, an the Zesar denied them liberal reform, so the people did what others had done, they threw a revolution, this palace you are standing in is actually only half authentic, the rest was destroyed by rebel artillery, the Zesar had barely time to escape, but he was found trying to cross the border to Novo Canuckia, where the officer that found him happened to have rebel sympathies, so he met a sad end, dead on the side of the road in a continent different from his own. Back in Kaskadistan, the Rebels raised the Flag of Stars, and took control of the White Sea for trade purposes, this made our country among the richest in the area, outpacing even the traditional Jyrlish traders. But, as the years wore on, political election campaigns got more and more expensive, until only the very, very rich could afford to run. This lead to near-modern times, as a few years ago, one could only be elected if one was the CEO of a mega-corporation. The people had resigned to rule by the upper class, once again. No one seemed to remember the Ideals that their forefathers fought for, nearly one hundred years ago. So I stepped in, I gave speeches, I rallied a group around me, I made new friends, I had a following, then, when I felt the time was right, I threw a revolution. We fought together, through Malzar's ports and docks, through Dakstad's square streets, through Njodad's winding corridors, to the Parliment, there, we held the prime minister hostage, and I declared a dictatorship, for another month, the fighting would not stop, sometimes it felt as it always had, us rising against an oppressive government, who, due to massive submission to corporations, had more money than one could fathom, though somehow, a large band of men armed with whatever they could get ahold of, managed to triumph over this beast. To ensure this never happens again, I outlawed private enterprise, in favour of a planned economy, now it was the government controlling commerce, not the other way around, as it should be." Walter shifts in his chair a bit, "I may have gotten a bit carried away, now, tell me about your nation."
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Seeing that the dictator was finished, Minister Bright spoke first.

"If you may recall, after that disastrous series of wars around the Deradian and Wendlock seas about thirty years ago, an international task force was created to relocate the refugees to the islands of Asheker and Elseker. Over time, the number of refugees reached the millions, which is when the task force created the Oversight Council to govern the area. They later cut the funding for the mission, but continued to insist on interfering with our measures to control the ethnic strife. About ten years ago, they tried to dissolve the Council, so they were kicked out of the country and we declared independence. It's essentially the same government as before, but we have more room to act freely now."

"There are a lot of us that agreed with the move. The citizens, I mean," added Feron. "After a while, you get tired of the guys running around yelling 'death to the Bigtopians,' shooting people in the streets, protected because the Lilliputian government won't let the Council do anything about it. The Council may be very mysterious, but the coup was a great victory for public order."

"We are but a small, young country," continued Feron, "made up of many peoples. Such civil strife doesn't have to be great to bring great suffering to the people, and fill them with distrust."

"The Oversight Council can see the merits of state-owned companies," said Bright after a pause. She left out that the Council had no plans to ban private enterprise, although they had implemented a new progressive tax policy. "As well as the limitations of popular democracy. Of course, the desires of the people must be taken into account, so there is compulsory voting on various issues, but this is ultimately not binding on the government. The interests of the nation must be put first."

"Our current focus is on the development of heavy industry, as well as development of more advanced industries such as automobile manufacturing," said Minister Bright. "Which reminds me, we brought some gifts for you."

"The jeeps outside are one of only two kinds of automobiles made in Ashkera," said Feron, "made with our own hands. It is a subject of national pride." Bright looked at Feron as if to suggest he shouldn't have revealed that bit of information, then added "we have brought thirty of them as a gift to your government. The shipment should still be at that large port where we arrived."

Of course, given the state of Kaskadistan, the jeeps may or may not still all be there. As far as jeeps go, these ones are essentially average in every way, being neither uniquely reliable or faulty. They are based off a plan purchased from a foreign country.

After a bit more silence, Bright nudged Feron. Feron looked puzzled for a moment, then looked around. He then quietly asked the Ashkeran military police officer accompanying him "Major Thompson, where is the rest of the delegation? They were supposed to get this morning to have things set up." The military policeman stopped and thought about this for a moment, before saying "no sign of them. We'd better radio them to make sure -"

Thompson and then the others looked to see another member of the Ashkeran military police entering the great hall at a hurried pace. His face was bruised, his uniform had dirt and rips, and he had a black eye.

"Guerrillas," he said quietly to Major Thompson. Once he opened his mouth, it was clear that he had lost several teeth. "We lost the animals."

Bright's face was one of annoyance. "That's easily two hundred and forty thousand dollars' worth of livestock," she said quietly.

Feron's face was one of sadness, but for now, he said nothing. The small ruminants were generally quite docile, but tolerated gunfire poorly. He could imagine them desperately attempting to flee as the convoy was attacked.

(( OOC: I skimmed a bit of the other RP, and I'm making the assumption here that the rebel groups are still operating, and that the capitol isn't also the port (being hours of driving away), if that's okay. As for the warehoused jeeps, up to you whether they've been shipped into the interior of the country, stolen, etc. ))
Edited by Ashkera, May 28 2015, 01:36 AM.
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Just then, the doors opened and a relatively tall man walked in. He had dark skin and while his features were plain, his body language and disposition came off as confident and friendly. The newcomer adjusted his tie and made his way over to the other attendees. "Greetings, everyone. My name is Norman Kalender and I was just appointed as the Secretary of State of the Grand Republic of Killadonia. It's a real pleasure to meet everyone." Secretary Kalender paused for a moment before he addressed Minister Bright of Ashkera. "Minister, I believe our meeting here is the first interaction between our two governments. On behalf of both my government and of the region, we welcome you as a member of the Union of Free Nations."

"I'll give you a brief synopsis of my country. Killadonia was once six smaller kingdoms that were united by the Tyrolian Dynasty, a monarchy that ruled for about five hundred years, give or take. Eventually, about two hundred years ago, the constant war-mongering and empire-building proved to be so unpopular that King Henry IX abdicated the throne and let Parliament create a new democratic form of government. Since the establishment of the Republic, Killadonia has endeavored to be a vital member of the region and establish close ties with all of our neighbors. I look forward to continuing that tradition by establishing relations between our nations."
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"Thank you, Mister Kalender, I look forward to establishing diplomatic relations as well," said Minister Bright. Feron nodded respectfully.

In a moment, he spoke. "We have brought many fine wools from Ashkera, as a gift, for the other delegates. We will have some delivered before you leave." He then said something to Minister Bright, who spoke with the wounded soldier for a moment before sending him away.

"Now then," said Bright, looking around, then at Waffenburg, "it would seem the other members of our delegation are currently safe." It sounded like a cue.
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Outside, The Bureauian delegation eyed the soldiers nervously. That sort of pomp and circumstance mixed with buried aggression was never seen in their country, having been abolished after the Tansk Revolution.

They had arrived in a car which they themselves had driven, for the treatment of lower class citizens in Kaskadistan was simply frightful in their opinion and that hiring a designated Government driver would be seen in their country as exacerbating this problem.

They walked through the door, carrying gifts by themselves. These included the finest West Arcaditzian wine from the highlands and some copper vases from the Kufra Industrial Free City area.
They hoped the Kaskadi dictator would like it. The Wines were some of the best in the region.

Due to the fact that the Party in power was the newly elected Liberal Kaydet Party, which, differing from the more socialist parties elected in the past, the delegates were willing to compromise more on certain issues.

They hoped they would get support from the politically like-minded delegations on show that day
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A Kazan Ansat helicopter lands on the roof of the Kaskadi presidential palace. At first eight members of the Ministry Guard, para-military force step out of the helicopter. Then two men step out Innokentiy Leonardsson prime minister and Gleb Mikhail Minister of Foreign Relations.
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Suddenly, 6 vehicles park in front of the venue, and coming out of it is the new Empress of Rrzan, Isa Dustini, all adornished in an emerald green dress with shiny aqua blue indigenous print with the emerald crown of Rrzan. Her tan complexion glows despite her petiteness. Along her is the Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Secretary Reigns, and the Secretary of Trade, Secretary Palo.

"Greetings. This is my first time to speak befoe the Union. I am Isa Dustini, the new Empress of Rrzan. As my country has left its dark ages upon the death of Emperor Stitch Zan, I am happy to say that we are now a revived country. Now that we are more stable, we gladly open our doors again to diplomacy where we can share our rich culture. We do not wish to engage in war, but we are more than prepared if we are aggravated. We hope we can create new relations among each other."

As she steps off the podium and into her seat, she gives out an emerald pendant to each delegate, mined from the beautiful mines of Rrzan.
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