NationStates Jolt Archive

Hanoi, Imitoran Vietnam

After three long days of figuring out, in simple terms, what the hell was going on, Gen. Jimmy Ngyuen, newly apointed to the rank after his succes in Operation Burning Tiger, slept. His bed was a cot, yet it was more comfortable than sleeping in a tent or Command Outpost.

When he awoke, he showered, shaved, and dressed in a set of relaxed fatigues, and quickly went to work. Imitoran Vietnam was only a colony, but it still needed global recogntion. He typed up a force depletion report that had been on the agenda, sent it home, and then got to work.

Using a laptop that had served him for only God knew how long, he typed up an invatation to the other nations of the world to send an embassy to Vietnam. After a few revisions, he sent it out on all diplomatic channels, and went back to work, managing both a military force and a country.

To The Esteemed Leaders of the World

As you may know, the nation of Imitora recently, in a swift move, took control of the nation of Vietnam. It is with a great honor that I extend an invatation to you to send an ambasador to attend a small party that I am holding in honor of our victory. The party would consist of a formal dinner, in which I hope that I may extend a hand of relations to many other countries. I humbly request your presence, and hope that I can see you here. Many Thanks, and best Regards

Gen. James Ngyuen, Imitora Colonial Marine Corps, Head of Imitoran Forces in Vietnam

John stepped off the plane in a land that he could, in a way, call unfamilliar. Imitoran born and raised, John hadn't been home in over three years. Things had changed.

Stepping off the plane into Housdon International's Jeff Williams Memorial Terminal, the memories came sweeping back to him. The coronation, the kidnapping, the assault, meeting Lizzy, becoming President, the duel...its been to long, he thought, grinning. He followed the small map to his connecting gate, stopping to grab a burger on the way.

He arrived at his appropriate gate, and boarded a flight to Vietnam. He had advised Lizzy that, even though he trusted his brother to keep everythgin under control, a recently captured Vietnam was no place for her or their daughter.

He smiled to a gate agent as he boarded the plane for Vietnam.

The ROC Foreign affairs minister begins setting up a line to Vietnam. (OOC: Are you going to actively RP this account or is it just a land claims thing?)

(the Jeff Williams memorial terminal? Hell, I think I know who I'll be bringing to this little party ;) tagged for later)

The Earl of Inswick, Iansisle's Foreign Affairs Minister, considered his invitation. "A dinner in Indo-China?"

"Vietnam," replied Edwards with a tired sigh.

"God bless!"

"No, I didn't sneeze - that's the name of the country." All Edwards got back was a blank stare. "My lord, they haven't called Vietnam - what used to be Indo-China - Indo-China in years." By now even Edwards was thoroughly confused.

"It says Indo-China on our maps," said Inswick, pointing to the wall display of the world across the room.

"Yes...I know it does. Apparently, our maps are the better part of a century out of date."

"Hogwash! Why, next you'll be telling be they changed the name of Siam or Formosa!"

"Thailand and Taiwan."

"God bless!"

"I'm not sneezing!"

(a very dragged out tag. ;) Should I send a rep...you know, since John is the Duke of Chateau and all?)

Sitting on the plane as it came to land, Cassandra Darlington rechecked her make-up in her compact mirror, before slipping it into her handbag ready to depart. She should have used the trip for some last minute catching up of details concerning Imitoria Vietnam, but she preferred to get a feel for a place, rather than fill her head with tiresome facts. Running her fingers over her hair, ensuring she had no loose strands, she rose from her seat, grabbing her jacket, which she placed over her arm and picking up her briefcase, she moved to the exit.

Stepping out, she made her way with the other passengers, wondering what was in store at this visit. She loved attending these kind of functions, but was always a little unnerved by who or what she might meet. Her trip to Hell Bovines was still fresh in her memory. I doubt anything could be stranger than that. Making her way through the airport, she eventually emerged from the terminal building, where a car was waiting for her. She started out of the window, as the drove towards their destination.

To the 'Nam Capt'n!
B.D., Doonesburry

OOC: I'm about to fall asleep, but I promise a nice post soon enough. Iansisle, yeah, cuz John is visiting only because the Gen. is his brother. kinda.

The ROC Foreign affairs minister begins setting up a line to Vietnam. (OOC: Are you going to actively RP this account or is it just a land claims thing?)
OOC:

Very active. There is a reason why I wanted Vietnam so bad.

The twin turbines of the Learjet 45 whined down from taxiing speed as it came to rest by the terminal building of the airport. The passenger door, proudly displaying its newly painted hammer and sickle in red paint, opened downwards to form a flight of steps. Marcus Torrington stepped off the aircraft with two security officials close behind, and held up a hand over his face to protect it from the blasts of wind that swept across the airport tarmac.

A car had pulled to a halt a few metres away as the state-owned aircraft had rolled to a halt. Two men in military fatigues stepped forward, and one extended a hand.
“Second Lieutenant Morris, sir. We have been instructed to take you to your destination.”

Marcus shook the hand warmly. He wore a black suit with a red badge on the left breast, depicting a hammer and sickle and the letters RSP engraved underneath the symbol. “Ambassador Marcus Torrington, Radivostok Socialist Party. These two men are my bodyguards.” He looked at the young military man. “I hope you have no objections?”

The lieutenant smiled. “None whatsoever, sir. If you’d follow me?”

The group of five got in the camouflage painted vehicle as Imitoran security officials checked the Learjet over. The car started and sped away across the airport, kicking dust into the air from the moving tyres as the Ambassador was drove to his destination.

Marcus took this time to review some notes on the country and his mission as an Ambassador. He then took to looking out the window as they journeyed past countryside, small villages and a number of military checkpoints. It was almost half an hour later when the car arrived at its destination.

A few moments after recieving the message from Imitoran Vietnam, Vice President Annette Lu read the note slowly. She was happy that some of Taiwan's isolationist neighbours had finally stepped into the international limelight. A reply was sent:

To the honorable General Nyguen
The ROC is happy that Imitoran Vietnam is opening relations with the outside world. Ambassador Rosa Chen from the ROC will be attending the aforementioned formal dinner shortly.

Your Sincerely
Annette Lu, Vice President of the Republic of China

Jimmy looked over the responses. A good sized party was arriving, and he wanted to make sure he knew everythign he could. He quickly began alerting certain personel to check important details, and making sure everything was in order.
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However, as the small motorcade reached the building, Morris stepped out, and appraoched Marcus. "I'm sorry sir, but your gaurds are not allowed in. Only you. And we'll have to search you for weapons. Just a precauation."

Marcus nodded obligingly, and he stepped out of the 4Runner used for transport. As it drove off with his two body gaurds to the hotel where they would be staying, Marcus was searched thuroughly, with XRay scanners, metal detectors, and VLF Cammeras. When the Marines, none smiling or pleasent, were satisfied, they waved him through to the greeting room, which was empty.
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The processes was teh same for Darlington as it was for Marcus, and the Marines were no more forgiving to her becasue she was a femal than they were to Marcus. As was Marcus, she was frisked, scanned a few times, and allowed through.

She arrived in the greeting room moments after Marcus had.
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Vice Preseident Lu,

It is good to hear that an ROC ambasador will be attending. We look forward to her arrival, and hope this will cement relations between our countries.

Gen. Ngyuen

Jimmy looked over the responses. A good sized party was arriving, and he wanted to make sure he knew everythign he could. He quickly began alerting certain personel to check important details, and making sure everything was in order.
_________

However, as the small motorcade reached the building, Morris stepped out, and appraoched Marcus. "I'm sorry sir, but your gaurds are not allowed in. Only you. And we'll have to search you for weapons. Just a precauation."

Marcus nodded obligingly, and he stepped out of the 4Runner used for transport. As it drove off with his two body gaurds to the hotel where they would be staying, Marcus was searched thuroughly, with XRay scanners, metal detectors, and VLF Cammeras. When the Marines, none smiling or pleasent, were satisfied, they waved him through to the greeting room, which was empty.
_________

The processes was teh same for Darlington as it was for Marcus, and the Marines were no more forgiving to her becasue she was a femal than they were to Marcus. As was Marcus, she was frisked, scanned a few times, and allowed through.

She arrived in the greeting room moments after Marcus had.
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Vice Preseident Lu,

It is good to hear that an ROC ambasador will be attending. We look forward to her arrival, and hope this will cement relations between our countries.

Gen. Ngyuen

Finally stepping into the greeting, Cassandra was more than a little annoyed, never had she been treated so poorly in any of the other nations she had visited. Her forehead was creased with a frown, as she ran her hand over her hair, patting down any loose strands before turning her attention to her outfit. She brushed off imagined bits of dust and ran her hand over her skirt, so remove any creases that may have appear during her manhandling.

Drawing her attentions away from her appearance, she took the opportunity to look around the room, and was surprised to see that there was only one other visitor present. Unfashionably early. She sighed under breath, as she moved towards the man, hoping to make an introduction.

King Krark of the Half-Moon Goblins looked suspisiously at the computer display. He didnt trust computers, the last one his technicians had built had tried to do something really terrible to three goblins.
This one was chained down though, and hadnt yet succumbed entirley to the menstrations of his technicians...the new technicians that is.
He read through the E-Mail, reading and E-Mail were also new, but he liked them more, since neither one had tried to kill him yet.
"So, dese 'oomans 'r wanting to talk?" He really tried to keep the Goblinese accent out of his English, it was embarassing, but he knew that ten thosand years of speaking one language changed things, English was new as well.
"Yersir, dey sayin dat dere be err...fo-or-merl" Formality was something that had never even entered into the Golbin psyche, except on occasions of 'I have a bigger axe than you "Dinner, yose goin?"
"Well, we murst eestablish contact wit der od- other nations, arrange for transportation. Have der scroungers found a j...jert...jet, yet?" He tried the word, it was quite intersting, J's were also something very few goblins heard about.
"Noser, we has a plane doh, ets pretty old siiir, but it werks."
"Fine, arrange a trip and reply to their letter"

To the State of Imitoran Vietnam:
The Half-Moon Goblin Tribe accepts your offer and will arrange for a transport to take us to your country. King Krark sends his regards to your nations leader.

OOC:
The Half-Moon Goblins are a modern goblin nation, basicaly short, green, humans with rather large noses and thin faces.
You dont mind, do you?

John slid past customs, and the gaurds, with ease. Being the brother of always helped, well, at least brother in name. John and Jimmy wer'nt brothers by birth. Jimmy and John had both lived in the old Asian sector of Imitora. Jimmy's parents were Vietnamese, and John's Chinese. However, they had been close friends, and when Jimmy's parents died, he was adopted by John's family.

John brushed off his suit as he entered the greeting room, and smiled broadly at the two ambasadors already inside. "Hiya, I'm John Ngyuen," he said, informally, extending his hand.

Andrew Chou placed his hands over his laptop as he opened it for the customs inspection. So this is Vietnam, he thought. The air was quiet humid, and it was fairly obvious that he had come overdressed. Still, there was a job to do. He decided to head for the showers - first impressions last, and he needed to look his best.

A while later, he emerges from the restrooms, wearing a ROC Diplomat Shirt. He looked around for any officials from the Imitoran Embassy.

Supreme General Dante, the leader of Langham, recieved the invitation. He turned to his computer and typed a letter to reply to Gen. James Ngyuen's invitation.

[code:1:68528a03fb]From: Supreme Gen. Dante, Leader of Langham
To: Gen. James Ngyuen

I am happy with the invitation, and I will personally attend the party.[/code:1:68528a03fb]

A man approached Andrew, dressed in fatigues, smiling. "Ambasador Chou? Please follow me."

He lead Chou to a waiting limosuine, and helped him in.

HTe limo speed to the new building being used as a governmental head station, and bypassed security. _Tawain, being an ally of Imitora, was therefore allowed special treatment, and Chou passed by the search, and was lead into the reception room.

"Ah, we havn't been properly introduced." Chou says, "My name is Andrew Chou."

He extends his hand.

Bump

OOC: I appologize for my absence, due to fraternity maters, this wont be really be in full swing till after Sunday...

After a good twenty minutes worth of waiting, a door in the far end of the reception room opened, and a man, dressed in full military dress, medals polished, uniform crispy pressed. He was obviously Asian in descent, and walked with a proud stride. He smiled broadly, and walked with a hand forward, ready to great the ambasadors.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I appologize for my tardyness. I am Gen. James Ngyuen of the Imitoran Colonial Marine Corp. Welcome to Imitoran held Vietnam."