NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I wish too get some things straight before we begin. The Charter is not final, it will be amended and discussed amongst the board before it passes, and the board itself must pass it, it is only a rough draft, and ICEP is still in its infancy.

Another matter is the International Consortium Court, while Melkor has set up some judges, they too must be approved by the Board.

ICEP-DF, the International Consortium of Economic Powers Defense Force, while I have set up a basic outline, I still need peoples input to make it functional.

Thirdly, before I appoint any board members, I require ACTIVE Rpers, there will be an OOC requirement of 24 hours to respond to Board of Directors matters. So if you feel you cant meet this requirement for whatever reason, please abstain from asking me, it will only waste mine, and your time. And produce unecessary friction. With that being said........

IC:

The Four City Plaza, in Tersanctus had been chosen for the conference to begin the Final Matters for ICEP.


Delegates from all nations had recieved invitations, now it was all a matter of playing the Waiting Game.

Edmund waited in the board room to discuss, and debate, with the very people who would shape the future of ICEP.

Mr. Mordens plane, a small, subsonic business jet, landed soon, after a fairly pleasent flight. It was, of course, coloured in a shifting, almost threatening black, mainly because Angstians generally tended to... well, annoy their hosts with their rather strange sense of beauty.

Once landed, it didn´t take him long to reach the plaza, while the airport personnel could deal with the plane and its rather nasty character... Although it calmed down once it found someone to play chess with.

Meanwhile, Mr. Morden entered the Four City Plaza, together with his two aides, killing the time until more people would arrive, more interested in listening to others than talking himself... He would learn much more that way.

Anton Slavick and Oxanaa Kristos, representatives of the Brotherhood with near-unlimited authority, made their way towards Tersanctian airspace. They flew in different planes, each plane having five Banshee fighter-bombers as an escort. In the Brotherhood's service, they had soon learned that paranoia was better than naivety. It was unusual for the two to travel together, but things were quiet in the Brotherhood lately.

"Brotherhood ICEP delegacy requesting access to Tersanctian airspace."

Dear Sirs;

Upon hearing of the opening of the conference, we have advised Ronald Talkos, the Finance Minister, and James Keller, the Foriegn Minister.

They will both be acting as the representatives of the Austar Union.

Yours Truly,

The Republic of Austar Union

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Six Hours Later...

The two delegates enter the lobby of the conference center...

Senator David Owen walked off his private Senate jet and stepped onto the runway. In front of him were three cars flown in prior to his arrival. There were two SUVs and a Bentley. Owen's security team was ready to go, and an agent sat in the front passenger seat of the Bentley.

He got into the car and they were off to the Four City Plaza.

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In the lobby, James Keller was waiting patiently when his cell phone rang. He picked it up;

"Hello?", he waited, listening to the person on the other end, "Yes.....Yes....Your kidding me.....OK.....Yes Sir, right away..."

James turned to Ronald, and whispered something in his ear. A sign of surprise came over his face, and he turned to the receptionist;

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Keller and myself will have to go. Due to reasons I would rather not share, um, I think its safe to say that we wont be attending these talks..."

The receptionist seemed surprised, "Oh, uh, ok then. Will any other delegates be attending?"

"I dont think so," replied Ronald, "Please, tell whoever is in charge that the Austar Union will be withdrawing their request to join. Send them our apoligies..."

With that, the two ministers left for the airport...

California will be sending Economic Director Gabriel Byrne, Foreign Affairs Secretary Jason Dannes, and Secretary of Defense Andrew Jennings to represent California.

ooc: refresh my memory, did I sign up for this?

The Monarchist Galactic Empire of Derscon will be sending Alyanov Grenspyalvich, the Derscon Minister of Finance, and Michael Kalashnikov, the Chairman of the Derscon Imperial Arms Company, to the delegation.

Czar of the Empire

The sleek hypersonic transport left Vrak Prime with a roar, carrying with it onboard a team from both the Diplomatic Corps and Economic Affairs Division. Some “captains of industry” also send some representatives but all would defer to Chief Envoy Kong-il Kwarliu, who is another rising star in the official ranks. As the transport neared Tersanctus, Kwarliu casually inquired to one of his staff if their hosts knew that some of his entourage consisted of walruses.

After receiving proper clearances, the transport landed and taxied to its designated berth. The Vrakians deplaned, and perhaps caused a bit of a stir when not one but four gigantic walruses along with their minders came out. The King’s Own provided escort since they were erring on the side of caution due to the Dozle menace.

Chief Envoy Kwarliu looked about and mused So, this is Tersanctus. Allies of those Drakonians. Should be an interesting conference.

"The Empire of the Eternal Dawn will be sending High Lord Commodore Ax-randiri Rihad as its representative, with Commander Telek and Lieutenant Isrek as attending bodyguards.

"Expect them shortly."

~ Ambassador Nejure

* * *

When Nejure said 'expect them shortly', he wasn't kidding. It took less than an hour for the aircraft carrying the EOTED contingent to arrive in Tersanctus airspace - a slow journey, considering certain factors.

The sleek lines of the hypersonic orbital-insertion RivetteAir Fancy Mk3 (the plush, large, overbearing variety - kindof like an executive jet in 'job', but just a tiny ickle bit faster) fell out of the sky once permission to land had been granted. It was impossible to tell with the unaided eye, but the aircraft was executing a slow decelleration curve - a meter above the tarmac of its designated runway, the Fancy came to a bone-jarring halt. The aircraft - no longer a blur - turns out to be faintly reminiscent of a teardrop, but lacks wings of any variety. The blue-and-white colours of the bright Three Star Sigil adorns its hull.

After exchanging communications with the no-doubt half-terrified ground control officer, the Fancy taxied - that is, hovered down the runway - to its berth, and awaited a diplomatic escort.

Natalya arrives at the Four Cities Plaza to personaly take part in the scheduled conference.

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Natalya d'Greif
Empress of Presgreif, Brass Rails, and Gernalitily
Directoress of The Concert of High Lords
Holder of The Keys of Niflhelheim
Sword of Christ
etc, etc, etc.

Public Diplomatic Transmission
From: Lord Alkanphel; Utumno, Dor Daedoloth
To: Executor Edmund Dantes; Four Cities, Tersanctus

"I will of course be attending this conference with a small entourage. My craft will depart soon, and will travel under escort to your borders. See you soon."

***
The sleek black form of Lord Alkanphel's shuttle screamed through skies, arriving [presumably] unmolested to Four Cities and Alkanphel and his men disembarked, making their way to the conference room yadda yadda.

[arrival posts are always so boring anyway :? ]

Henry the Lionheart is on his way

(OOC: For once, I will agree with Melkor, i don't like arrival posts)

OOC: I believe Xavier is still within Tersanctus at the moment. It would make sense, as I believe they are still hammering out the treaty. if not, discussing the cross-cultural program mentioned in the Diplomacy thread.


**Tercero Xavier Delryn slowly walks through the main doorways, smiling at the atmosphere about him. The extravagent interior reminded him of home in a sense, and he was curious to meet the other members of this newly proposed economic alliance.**

"It seems like I spend almsot as much time in Tersanctus as back home.."

*He says to himself, chuckling. Then again, he trusted Nathaniel Greene and General Alibakkar to handle the affairs at home as he hammered this out. He was a politician, meetings were a second nature to him, and diplomacy even more so as a head of state.*

“Bah, I’m about as out of place as a knife would be during a meal of hot soup.” Captain Kolin Reynard of the Intari War Cruiser Charybdis sat in the plush passengers seat of his personal transport. He was clad in his dark purple Midgrace outfit (one hadn’t worn in four years), and it seemed to rest on his body like a loose fitting glove. He was use to his usual captains attire, a simple Lowgrace uniform, and being in such fancy dress threw him even more off balance, considering he was a Royal Navy captain assigned to attend an economic meeting.

It was Eurydian policy to send captains on initial diplomatic missions, but Reynard felt it was a stupid idea. Why not send someone who is well versed in politics an economics? It didn’t matter… orders were orders.

[ooc: I hate ‘arrivals’ as much as the next person. So…]

Reynards ship landed. “Blast it, why couldn’t they’ve picked somebody else? I’m not cut out for this sort of thing. Still, I am representing the Eurydian Republic, and I suppose that counts for something.” He shrugged and stood, brushing out the wrinkles in his Midgrace outfit.

OOC: Alrighty. Lets get this stuff speeded up I will now appojnt board members based upon Active RP records, and balance of power. A lot of you dont like Melkor in the Chairman Position, well as the board thats now up too you. But remember, the CEO is untouchable as for as voting out., When I finish the IC post, please either vote yes or no at the ICEP Forum link I will provide, or suggest an amendment. If you dont want the board position, simply resign, and allow the existing board members to vote in another Nation.

Also....the board elects the Vice Chairman, not the CEO!! So stop asking me, it's in the Charter!

IC:

With the delegates finally arriving and settled. Edmund went through the pleasentries, and Diplomatic Exchanges. He had spoken a few times with Alkanphel in private. As well as several other Delegates.

But now the Moment had arrived. The Board members would be announced.

"If I may have everyones attention. The matter that has kept us all in suspense for some time.....Who the Members of The Board of Directors of ICEP, shall be!"

He paused a few seconds looking around the room, the tension Building, and the eager eyes of the Delegates looking upon him.

"Firstly. . Crownguard!"

"Seondly, Presgrief!"

"Thirdly,, Vrak!"

"Fourth. California and Alaska!"

"Fifth. The Eastern Bloc!"

"Now, Fine FIve Nations. You have a first task before you. Before we may proceed in any way, you must decide, if you wish to have a Directors position, and if you do not wish it. Retire your mantle. And the remaining Board members may elect a new member, from any remaining nation."

"Once the board is complete and settled, you have before you one more task. You must elect a Vice Chairman. Any Nation, save, myself, and Melkor Unchained, that has thus far been accepted into ICEP, may put forth Candidacy for this position. If any member of the Board wishes this position, you may also put forth your candidacy, but if elected, you will relinquish your position of Director, for that of Vice Chairman."

"Choose well Directors, for the Vice Chairman is your representation in the Highest Level of ICEP. Choose one who will weild his authority wisely."






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OOC:

Current ICEP Membership:

1.Tersanctus
2.Melkor Unchained
3.Crownguard
4.The Eastern Bloc
5.Presgrief
6.Ma-Tek
7.Vrak
8.Derscon
9.California and Alaska
10.Austar Union
11.The Captain
12.Brotherhood of Nod.
13.The Silver Turtle.
14.Drakonian Imperium
15.Menelmacar
16.Barbarosea
17. Pablicosta
18.Der Angst
19. Xaosis

In the lobby, James Keller was waiting patiently when his cell phone rang. He picked it up;

"Hello?", he waited, listening to the person on the other end, "Yes.....Yes....Your kidding me.....OK.....Yes Sir, right away..."

James turned to Ronald, and whispered something in his ear. A sign of surprise came over his face, and he turned to the receptionist;

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Keller and myself will have to go. Due to reasons I would rather not share, um, I think its safe to say that we wont be attending these talks..."

The receptionist seemed surprised, "Oh, uh, ok then. Will any other delegates be attending?"

"I dont think so," replied Ronald, "Please, tell whoever is in charge that the Austar Union will be withdrawing their request to join. Send them our apoligies..."

With that, the two ministers left for the airport...

ahem, about my membership...

(OOC: Sorry, couldn't get online yesterday)
IC:
The Great Ineffable Bob walked in and quickly sat down.
"Apolgies for my lateness. It took a while to clear the runway of snow. I can control the nation, but it seems I can't control the weather."

"Melting all snow with a low-powered Ion Cannon satellite usually solves that problem for us. Want to buy one?" Slavick remarked.

"Laser fire from a starship can melt snow and ion cannon satellites, Mr Slavick. It just so happens we're building more, and none were available at the time.", The Great Ineffable Bob retorted.

I would like to run for the Vice Director seat. That is all for now (OOC: g2g)

Natalya adresses her peers:

I am honored to accept a position as a member of the board of directors. I will work diligently to further the cause of our organization.
Also, I would like to second Barbarosea's candidacy for the position of Vice-Chairman. Thank you for your attention.

Chief Envoy Kwarliu was astounded that his nation was chosen to fill one of the director seats. But he quickly recovered and said,

“Honoured ones, we are truly humbled to be entrusted the position of director. Our nation looks forward to the building up of this new organization and working closely with its new colleagues. Secondly, before choosing someone for the Vice-Chairman position, we will wait until all the members have arrived and dutifully passed the requirements.”

OOC: Here, I’m referring to people signing up on the ICEP forum since I’m looking at that list for choosing Vice-Chairman.

Reyburn stood. "Thank you for choosing us. We gladly accept this position and will do all in our power to make ICEP a powerful economic alliance." He sat back down and picked up a small decanter of brandy he had noticed out of the corner of his eye. He turned the small glass in front of him over and poured the brandy. He smiled in satisfaction, then turned to Bob and Slavik.

"If you ask me... Ion cannons can take care of most problems, be it snow, rain, or invading Klonorian battleships. It's sad to note though that Klonor's ships would be annihilated the quickest out of the three." He chuckled at his barb toward Klonor; it was one of the few things he joked openly about.

High Lord Commodore Ax-randiri Rihad cleared his throat quietly. "I feel the need to protest that the Empire, possessing one of the clear leading economies in the Consortium, has not been selected to hold a Board position." He doesn't look the least bit incensed or annoyed, actually, but he does manage to imbue his tone with faint annoyance. Very faint annoyance.

High Lord Commodore Ax-randiri Rihad cleared his throat quietly. "I feel the need to protest that the Empire, possessing one of the clear leading economies in the Consortium, has not been selected to hold a Board position." He doesn't look the least bit incensed or annoyed, actually, but he does manage to imbue his tone with faint annoyance. Very faint annoyance.

Chief Envoy Kwarliu looked at Ax-randiri Rihad and inquired,

"And whom, High Lord Commodore, do you feel is the least deserving of the position of Director as things currently now stand?"

**Looks around, nodding to himself**

"I am most appreciative for the position of Director in this fine Alliance, and would rebuff any claim that Crownguard is not qualified to sucessfully run these matters on an equal footing with any. Our economic policies have always been sound, leading us to many a Top 10 slot among the Corporate Islands, which Im sure you are all aware of. That and the fact that my strong stance to correct business practices, integrity in dealings, and the desire for prosperity for all allied nations. Having outpaced many larger nations among the Corporate Islands by our OWN virtues, we feel this is proof enough. Crownguard also has several ideas for proposal in the future regarding this alliance, and will make itself have an active role as Director. Thank you very much for all your time."

**The Tercero seats himself once more**

Drat, Owen thought. The Captain had not been given a position on the board. However, he saw that the position of Vice Chairman was still open.

He stood up. "Members of the board, I would like to request that The Dominion of The Captain be a candidate for election to the position of Vice Chairman."

Henry the Lionheart looked around, he saw that he was among leaders that seemed rather, business-oriented. He thought that this was a good thing, since this was an economic alliance after all. He chuckled quietly, the leaders seemed rather riled up over something or another, and he saw that it had to do with space, so he ignored the conversation. A beep caught him by surprise, snapped him out of his observation mindset, to a slightly more active one. The PDA had a message from Fredrick Barbarosea Jr., onboard the UVC-10. It read, Henry, make sure that the package is opened. Thank you for your time. 'Ah, well he wants to start that soon does he? Ok, it's his call.' he thought. He rose to speak,

"My fellow leaders, businessmen, businesswoman, and the righteous people gathered in this room. I feel compelled to express my desire to obtain the Vice Director spot in this valiant alliance. I believe that if I was to attain this position, I could further help this alliance. Now, I have heard some of you talk about your credentials, very nice credentials mind you. I will not boast about Barbarosea's economic history, although it is full of wonderful details. Now, I think I may be able to further this alliance by, stabilizing, the leadership, mainly the board of directors. Most of you are fine, but there are some, concerns. I will be sending each of you a message about what I mean. Thank you for your time.”

Henry sat down, and tapped on his PDA to send the pre-written messages out.

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Chief Envoy Kwarliu looked at Ax-randiri Rihad and inquired,

"And whom, High Lord Commodore, do you feel is the least deserving of the position of Director as things currently now stand?"

Rihad allowed himself a small, friendly smile as he lifted his arms slightly in a shrugging gesture that seemed to be almost appealing to all of those present as he responded quietly, "Why, Chief Envoy, I would not presume to even attempt to cast such a heinous accusation. - Yet of those who have bothered to actually send delegates, it cannot be denied that the EOTED economy is among the largest. Quite possibly only the Brotherhood of Nod and Presgreif could claim a larger economy."

The emphasis on 'larger' is faint, perhaps derisory.

"And yet we are expected to, perhaps, be the third largest contributer to the total trade balance of the Consortium without having a say on the Board of Directors?

"Furthermore, I feel the need to point out that the Imperial Trade Consortium will not be able to convince our Economic Court to allow special trading conditions for our Consortium partners if we are not allowed some say in the running of the Consortium."

Every word is spoken gently, but there is an unmistakable predatory gleam in Ax-randiri Rihad's eyes as he adds in an innocent tone, "Or are we being penalized for our semi-socialist economy?"

OOC: Sorry my delegates are coming in late, but I didn't notice the telegram until yesterday, and poor weather managed to keep me away from home until this morning.

IC: The modified Wretchan military gravshuttle raced through the skies, bound for Tersanctus. The craft continued into Tersanctus air space after acquiring permission from ground control. They had been expected, although hours earlier. In the passenger compartment, Vogan Stormcrow and the infamous Arman Grimwald (Lord of Trade & Finance and Lord of Foreign Relations, respectively) impatiently waited to arrive. None wanted to get there quicker than their bodyguards, however; the bickering between the two Wretchan Lords had been driving them insane!

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" Grimwald wailed, as he glanced at his watch for what must have been the thousandth time on their journey. "The conference will have begun without us!"

Stormcrow merely rolled his eyes at his peer's reaction.

"Give it a rest, drama queen," he snorted. "There was nothing we could do about it. The situation was out of our hands."

A freak accident on another gravshuttle as it was prepping for launch had delayed their flight significantly. Only once the wreckage (and the poor people who had been inside and nearby) had been scraped off the ground and the shuttle the Lords were to travel in had been thoroughly inspected were they allowed to go.

"It doesn't matter if it was 'out of our hands!'" the Lord of Foreign Relations ranted on. "Do you think everyone at the conference wants to hear our excuses? No!"

Just as the Lord of Trade & Finance was preparing another barb to hurl back at Grimwald, the shuttle mercifully landed. The two Lords and their bodyguards quickly exited the shuttle and climbed into the [insert provided Tersanctus transportation vessel here], which sped them to Four Cities Plaza.

The Wretchan delegation shuffled into the building to their assigned section, as quietly as possible to avoid disturbing everyone else and to avoid further embarassment.

Reyburn saw trouble. Rihad was making a bit of a fuss over the board positions, and considering there were some countries even he felt to be lacking in economic grandeur, it would could potentially be a tough problem to fix. "If the EOTED wants a board position because of their strong economy... and there are nations on the board who are miniscule compared to them... well... I see Rihad's point. I'm sure that those smaller countries won't want to give up their positions; they've managed to wrestle a small scrap of power over all these larger nations, and who would want to lose that?"

"On the other hand, we weren't even mentioned by the EOTED as having a powerful economy. Presgrief? Please. Although... the Republic often goes unnoticed by the international scene. That's the way we like it."

Reyburn pulled out his communicator, a small, circular shaped device. "Reyburn to Edgar."

Lieutenant Edgar responded from the bridge of the Charybdis. "Yes sir?"

"Edgar, get me Minister Ultran."

"Yes sir."

Reyburn waited, taking small sips from his glass of brandy. What was once just a boring economic summit now turned into Reyburn's chance to shine. He stifled the grin that was spreading across his face, but couldn't keep from chuckling.

"This is Wayden, how may I help you captain?"

"Well sir, it appears the EOTED is quite perturbed about not getting a seat on the board. It just so happens that we have our own seat."

"What are you saying Charles?" Wayden's voice hinted at suspicion.

"I'm saying... that most of the smaller countries with seats on the board probably wont give up their position. We could show a gesture... of... supreme kindness and relinquish our seat on the board for the EOTED. It may just turn out to be a gesture of good faith, but it would stop a potential power squabble and solidify our friendship with Ma-tek."

Wayden Ultran considered the proposal. "I don't know captain. We can't really give up our seat on the board just so we can kiss the ass of The Empire of the Eternal Dawn. The Republic kisses no ass, even if it's the succulent hindquarters of an elf."

"But sir." Reyburn said suddenly. "We already hold intergalactic power over ICEP."

Wayden sounded skeptical. "How do mean?"

"Well, If the Titanus is going to be the hub for intergalactic trade in ICEP, we have at least some say in the way things are run intergalacticly. We can give up our board position to the EOTED and still retain some power. I could request a special position for the Republic. Everyone is happy."

"Thats... actually... not a bad idea at all. You may suggest it to the other delegates. Good luck captain and contact me if anything changes."

Reyburn stood, "Yes sir." He shoved the communicator back into his jacked and cleared his throat while approaching Rihad. His voice was nearly much more quiet than before. "Excuse me Gentleman Rihad. I have a proposition for you. We, the Eurydian Republic, currently hold a seat on the board. Considering we have no stomach for that kind of power and given the fact that, quite frankly (to no fault of your own), this minor stipulation about the Board of Directors could turn into a major power struggle, we would be willing to relinquish our seat to you."

[ooc: Disclaimer: no insult intended for Presgrief or his nation. It's just merely the way a captain would think.]

Edmund looked at the Ma-Tek Ambassador.

"The delegates were chosen for their regional reresentation. Crownguard, for the Corporate Islands region, which as you no dought know is perhaps one of the richest economic hubs in the world. Vrak for the massive Federated Klatchian Coast. The Eastern Bloc, for his extra-plantery trade capabilities. Presgrief for the Coaltion of Evil, on top of international relations, that rival anyones here. California and Alaska represents massive secure territories along the western North American continent, not too mention represents your region as well. I could have easliy have chosen the Silver Turtle for the Coaliton of Evil, but Presgrief is a suitable representative." Edmund said dryly.

"Now I know the EOTED are a...proud people Ambassador, but I stated that if any of these chosen five wished to resign their position, they may do so. The Vice Chairman position is open for candidacy, as well as Cheif Finacial Officer, these positions, are out of my hands, and now in thiers."
said Edmund with a dry tone. He had dealt with The Empire in the past, not too mention Menelmacar. It seemed the longer you lived, the bigger your ego got.

These elves were getting on his nerves.

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Reyburn saw trouble. Rihad was making a bit of a fuss over the board positions, and considering there were some countries even he felt to be lacking in economic grandeur, it would could potentially be a tough problem to fix. "If the EOTED wants a board position because of their strong economy... and there are nations on the board who are miniscule compared to them... well... I see Rihad's point. I'm sure that those smaller countries won't want to give up their positions; they've managed to wrestle a small scrap of power over all these larger nations, and who would want to lose that?"

"On the other hand, we weren't even mentioned by the EOTED as having a powerful economy. Presgrief? Please. Although... the Republic often goes unnoticed by the international scene. That's the way we like it."

Reyburn pulled out his communicator, a small, circular shaped device. "Reyburn to Edgar."

Lieutenant Edgar responded from the bridge of the Charybdis. "Yes sir?"

"Edgar, get me Minister Ultran."

"Yes sir."

Reyburn waited, taking small sips from his glass of brandy. What was once just a boring economic summit now turned into Reyburn's chance to shine. He stifled the grin that was spreading across his face, but couldn't keep from chuckling.

"This is Wayden, how may I help you captain?"

"Well sir, it appears the EOTED is quite perturbed about not getting a seat on the board. It just so happens that we have our own seat."

"What are you saying Charles?" Wayden's voice hinted at suspicion.

"I'm saying... that most of the smaller countries with seats on the board probably wont give up their position. We could show a gesture... of... supreme kindness and relinquish our seat on the board for the EOTED. It may just turn out to be a gesture of good faith, but it would stop a potential power squabble and solidify our friendship with Ma-tek."

Wayden Ultran considered the proposal. "I don't know captain. We can't really give up our seat on the board just so we can kiss the ass of The Empire of the Eternal Dawn. The Republic kisses no ass, even if it's the succulent hindquarters of an elf."

"But sir." Reyburn said suddenly. "We already hold intergalactic power over ICEP."

Wayden sounded skeptical. "How do mean?"

"Well, If the Titanus is going to be the hub for intergalactic trade in ICEP, we have at least some say in the way things are run intergalacticly. We can give up our board position to the EOTED and still retain some power. I could request a special position for the Republic. Everyone is happy."

"Thats... actually... not a bad idea at all. You may suggest it to the other delegates. Good luck captain and contact me if anything changes."

Reyburn stood, "Yes sir." He shoved the communicator back into his jacked and cleared his throat while approaching Rihad. His voice was nearly much more quiet than before. "Excuse me Gentleman Rihad. I have a proposition for you. We, the Eurydian Republic, currently hold a seat on the board. Considering we have no stomach for that kind of power and given the fact that, quite frankly (to no fault of your own), this minor stipulation about the Board of Directors could turn into a major power struggle, we would be willing to relinquish our seat to you."

Rihad, who had (in his own mind, at least) been being exceptionally rational and pleasant about matters, smiled faintly at Reyburn - ignoring the minor and no doubt unintentional slight at being called 'Gentleman'. Other cultures often did not understand the complexities of Imperial culture...

He tilts his head in acknowledgement of the suggestion. "An excellent idea," he began, "and I'm quite certain that there can be rather interesting advantages for the Eurydian Republic in such a deal, hmm? I'd be more than happy to discuss the minutiae in a more private setting, later on."

Edmund looked at the Ma-Tek Ambassador.

"The delegates were chosen for their regional reresentation. Crownguard, for the Corporate Islands region, which as you no dought know is perhaps one of the richest economic hubs in the world. Vrak for the massive Federated Klatchian Coast. The Eastern Bloc, for his extra-plantery trade capabilities. Presgrief for the Coaltion of Evil, on top of international relations, that rival anyones here. California and Alaska represents massive secure territories along the western North American continent, not too mention represents your region as well. I could have easliy have chosen the Silver Turtle for the Coaliton of Evil, but Presgrief is a suitable representative." Edmund said dryly.

"Now I know the EOTED are a...proud people Ambassador, but I stated that if any of these chosen five wished to resign their position, they may do so. The Vice Chairman position is open for candidacy, as well as Cheif Finacial Officer, these positions, are out of my hands, and now in thiers."
said Edmund with a dry tone. He had dealt with The Empire in the past, not too mention Menelmacar. It seemed the longer you lived, the bigger your ego got.

These elves were getting on his nerves.

And then the Tersanctus representative noted the metaphorical wound, the slight to the Empire caused by placing Morgoth - murderer of fifty million EOTED citizens - as CEO and placing lesser economic powers on the board as directors, and proceeded to rub salt into the wound with a series of potentially unintentional insults.

Rihad positively bridled. The military man scowled deeply, and straightened up, having been leaning into a quiet conversation with the representative from the Eurydian Republic previously.

His amber eyes look positively apoplectic for several moments, but the fire cools rapidly, brought under the control of a clearly iron grip. He replaces the look of anger with a friendly but deadly smile.

"My dear fellow," he begins softly, "are you implying that the region of Lodoss, of which EOTED is a leading member, is somehow deficient? Are you suggesting that EOTED, builder of the Earth-Mars Highway, leader of a positively massive plan to link each and every planet in the Solar System in a complex mass transit system to boost the rapidity of the exchange of trade goods between the planets is somehow deficient?

"I trust not, for that would be a clear and obvious error of such great magnitude that even the pompous could not fail to miss it.

"And would you be further compounding such an insult by stating that we are proud?"

Rihad laughs, a soft, gentle sound - his voice and manner are not exactly befitting his perhaps not-entirely-too-well-known reputation in the Empire as a tough-as-nails military officer. Somehow, the gentle, friendly tone of his laughter manages to suggest danger even more pronouncedly than a more obvious, overt manifestation of his mood.

The Nenyan shakes his head slightly. "I certainly hope that this is not the case... it would be most rude, most rude indeed. - Although, I do not suppose it matters overmuch," and with that, Rihad waves a hand slightly in dismissal, "as my good friend from the Eurydian Republic," a small nod of gratitude to Reyburn, "has suggested a conclusive solution to the problem, at any rate."

It should be noted that Rihad did not bring up Dor Daedoloth's role in the Consortium - and nor did he bring attention to the fact that EOTED and the Brotherhood of Nod have exchanged blows in warfare in the past, making their mention in an advanced position of EOTED even more insulting than the unsaid components of Edmund's statement.

[OOC: Elves? What have Elves got to do with it? EOTED is dominated numerically by Humans, and politically by Nenyans; culturally, Elves (specifically Noldor and Sindar) play a big part, but Rihad isn't an Elf, and nor are any of the leading members of the EOTED Government.

Less of the 'Elves', please. ;)]

He tilts his head in acknowledgement of the suggestion. "An excellent idea," he began, "and I'm quite certain that there can be rather interesting advantages for the Eurydian Republic in such a deal, hmm? I'd be more than happy to discuss the minutiae in a more private setting, later on."

Reyburn smiled. "That would be wonderful. Thank you for your time."

Rihad excused himself, and addressed Edmund. Reyburn listened quietly, until Rihad had finished, taking note of his mention of the tentative deal reached between the two nations.

"Gentleman Rihad is correct, this problem is -for the most part- resolved. The Eurydian Republic is willing to give its seat to (and only to) the EOTED. We may request an ammendment to the charter adding an "intergalactic trade" position of sorts so we can still have some say within ICEP. But as my comrade here said to me moments ago, the particulars can be resolved at a later date."

The Tercero looks bemused as he turns to speak to Rihad**

My dear representative, as you are well aware, the choice of the positions rests in the hands of the CEO. If, as you said, you are perturbed by his selections, no one is certainly forcing you into this alliance, we would not dream of it. However, bear in mind that economic prosperity is not measured by population alone. In addition, we feel it necessary to note that while we cannot claim grand and exotic dreams for the benefits of free trade as you so aptly state, we have well served our people and our corner of the world in the Corporate Islands. We feel it somewhat insulting that you would imply that we cannot "handle" the reins of a position as Director.

*He pauses to take a sip of water*

"We cannot, and will not see only massive nations sit on the board and flood every other member's markets with their goods, stifling out all trade and forcing them into economic subservience. While we respect yor concerns, we have no intention of forfeiting our role as a Directorship, and have no intention of stepping down from our stated course of economic prosperity and fair business dealings. There are no special extenuating circumstances for any member, or else how could we possibly claim unity and fairness in this Alliance? While our population may be a bit smaller than your esteemed nation, our people have just as much economic prosperity, as does our government, and we grow on a daily basis."

*Sets the glass down*

"I assure you, Ma-Tek will be treated as equally by Crownguard as any oher nation here. We say once again that this is an economic alliance, not a political one. Each nation is not bound by a complex web of legal terms; the Charter is fairly simple in principle. However, we will no tolerate any insults, intentional or otherwise as to our suitability to serve on this board, seeing our past record and present status among the Corporate Islands, and the world in general."

*He sits down once again into the leather chair*

"Perhaps you misunderstand," Rihad responded to the Crownguard representative smoothly and politely, "for I was not stating that those selected for the board are in any way deficient. I was merely stating that it would be preferable for the board to be composed of the more economically powerful states; I will not state that any on the board are not so, but it could be noted that EOTED would not be alone in feeling slighted by the original choices made. Although that is not the point of concern, I feel. - I was, for the most part, stating that the statement by the honourable representative of Tersanctus was a cause for concern at best, and deeply insulting at worst."

Rihad clears his throat slightly. "And, might I note, I do not represent Ma-tek, although it is true that I am High Lord of Ma-tek. However, I represent the Empire of the Eternal Dawn, here.

"Furthermore, I ever-so-slightly resent the marginal implication that EOTED would have any interest in subsuming foreign economies. I do believe you have confused us for a capitalist state, hmm?

"We are interested in strengthening foreign economies - as the case is in one of our fondest allied-states, Knootoss. Our trade to Knootoss is worth trillions - yet you will not find EOTED products on Knootian shelves. We sell them the products, they re-brand them, and sell them as they see fit. We have no interest in foreign markets - only in selling and buying goods that can improve economic strength on both sides of a partnership.

"Finally: I do not doubt the individual capacity of any of the nations selected to hold Directorate positions. I have not stated any such thing at any occasion, nor do I have any intention of doing so. My 'grudge', if you wish to use such an extreme term, simply lay with what my Government would feel would be an extraordinarily unfair arrangement of power."

Rihad shrugs.

"Whether that is or is not the case is a matter of opinion - and, in light of the kind and noble offer by the Eurydian Republic, it is largely irrelevant. - However, as a show of politeness and with the utmost sincerity, I apologize whole-heartedly for any unintended insult caused by my Government's stance on this matter."


[OOC: A small way of stating that ICly, Ma-tek = EOTED. Ma-tek is the 'posting nation' for EOTED, and, although EOTED is composed of five states (Ma-Nenya, Ma-tek, Ax-turath, Vilya Elenosto, and the Protectorate of Wolf Ville), only two of those states actually exist in RPing terms. Ma-tek is the 'viewing' state - that is, it represents EOTED in a broad sense insofar as the game-engine allows, and I generally keep the balanced budget that Ma-tek has, game-engine- wise (although I go into FAR more detail than the game-engine, as can be seen in the EOTED Factbook thread). The other states have no bearing on EOTED, except that they exist as placeholders - out of tradition, if you will, from the long-gone days when EOTED was played by three writers (the merest of whom was myself).

The EOTED Factbook, incidentally, can be found here: http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=77898&highlight=

You may all find it useful to look, as it has trade details and such. It is slightly out of date, however, as it was last updated in January, at the turnover of the year. Ignore all references to Menelmacar: Menelmacar does not exist to me, and I do not exist to Menelmacar. The Factbook entry won't be updated again until June, in keeping with ICness.

The Factbook entry also has a long OOC component, detailing the tri-nation arrangement, how it came to be, and how it is dealt with.

A final point: EOTED only has 2.03billion citizens. The population is capped for RP purposes, but productivity is pegged slightly higher to prevent too much disadvantage to EOTED in RP.]

Sandra walked in with Directors Byrne, Dannes and Jennings in tow taking off a pair of brown leather gloves and tucking her beret into her purse. Speaking with an elegant tone Sandra lifted her gaze to the others in the room.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, according to my Directors here... you guys are looking for someone to fill a vacancy on the Board of Directors? If so, I would be absolutey delighted to take the position."

Sandra walked into the conference room and sat down on one of the plush red leather chairs. "Is there a mini-bar in here? I have been dying to get something to drink since I left the SCG Tower this afternoon. It has been an awfully long trip here you know, not that I mind though the trip was nice and I your cities remind me of early twenty-first century Los Angeles."

As she sat waiting for an answer on the drinks she pulled a small pack of cigarettes from her purse and put it into the filter and lit it, after taking a couple puffs from it she looked around at everyone in the room. "So, whats the first objective of business here?"

OOC: Sorry about the Elves comment, but it was IC, and you need too understand that Edmund has been through quite a bit lately what with the FKC and Drakonia being nuked, not too mention becoming an avatar for a Deity. Keep in mind, Vrak is in a Region that the UE is having peace negotiations with, and Melkor is a flat out Enemy state IC, sorta embroiled in a cold war with him, (More like I attack, and he's too busy to respond in depth :P ) So There are reaons behind Edmunds choices, and IC EOTED essentially stated that Edmund should step down if we wanted EOTED in this alliance. IC I have too respond as Edmund would, consistency makes for a good storyline.

IC:

The Ambassador from Ma-Tek responded as Edmund predicted, and before Eastern Bloc and Crownguard had responded he made a simple statement.

"Of course Lodoss is not inadequate in any way, Ambassador. My point was that the Silver Turtle is a larger and more powerful Economy than Presgrief, but Natalya DeGriefs nation was selected. In Lodoss, you are no dought larger than California and Alaska, but you have representation upon the board. If all you care about is a position of power, than perhaps this alliance is not for you." Edmund stated firmly, but diplomatically.

Than the unexpected news of Eastern BLoc resigning his seat and Crownguards supportive statement changed Edmund from slightly agitated, to somewhat bemused.

It looks like he will get what he wants, lets see how he handles it.

OOC:Sorry for the lateness, didn't find out about this 'till now


IC: The Xaosis "delegation", such as it was, looked nervous. Othey Selim, one of the two leading Board Members in the representing body here did not like the idea of joining ICEP, and he glanced nervously towards the Chronos delegation with Lord Alkanphel. He kept silent, however, even as Tyran Kendrall stood to address the conference.

Kendrall was a Variag, which resembled a cross between the dark skinned Haradrim and the paler, black-haired Easterlings. in Dor Daedoloth they were culturally emmisarries between the two races, which might explain his presence here.

Kendrall cleared his throat. "Honored delegates, if I might make a remark?"

He glanced quickly towards the Chronos and Noddist delegates. Back when Xaosis was still Melkor's largest single defense contractor, he had been the Company's "ambassador" to Chronos, and he had also some dealings with the Noddists, too. He could only guess what they thought about Xaosis being here.

"The Xaosis corporation would like to point out that this being a mainly economic venture, and not a political one, it would be more logical that the decisions made here today should be based on what we can offer each other in return for services, as opposed to political minds making political decisions. I realize some would think that they two are the same, but in the business world, it's about what kind of agreement can be reached to maximize value for all parties.

Let us suggest, then, that this process be a way for enforcing private contracts between the member states, rather then a way of deciding how those contracts are drawn. Whatever we agree here should be between all consenting parties. In other words, if the Empire of Eternal Dawn wishes to have a board seat, they should get it, provided that they can make it worth the while of everyone represented here. I think the same goes for all concerned as well.

Capitalism is about trading, and trading is done when two parties make an agreement that serves each parties self-interest. Let's not mince words here, capitalism is about rational self-interest. Speaking solely for Xaosis, for our part we would support the EOTED sitting on the board of directors. However, what I say here today is of as much importance as the honored delegates choose. As some of you may know, Xaosis is a private business, not a nation-state, and as such, we are merely consultants without a voting position.

I would also like to ask the honored delegates, specifically the honorable Mr. Dantes, to consider the private sector in this consortium. It's the position of the Xaosis corporation that ours should not be the only business interest in ICEP, and we feel that it is only right that others, such as KCTS and the Vortex Corporation, though they are competitors to Xaosis, to be represented."

tag, nice verbal sparring going on in here

Alkanphel, who had until now been silent (Time Warner cable sucks donkey nuts, incidentally), finally saw it fit to speak. He rose from his chair slowly, tightening his jaw as he surveyed the delegates. He raised a quieting hand, and an aura of power and terror filled the room.

"I am most disappointed, as it were, to see how this conference has unfolded thus far. Mr. Dantes named his Board, and until now we have heard nothing but greivances and bickering. Such a beginning is certainly not befitting to a stable international economic institution. Bickering is counter-productive and will only serve to weaken our collective positions. I suggest that these petty issues be shunted aside for the time being so we can discuss more pressing matters, for you are all, I'm sure, very busy people, as am I.

If I may be so bold as to steer the topic of discussion into a completely new direction, I'd like to discuss the Charter."

He paused, taking a slow look around the conference table. Confidently, he continued, oblivious to Rihad's bitching. "Firstly, I do not beleive it is made clear what an 'Economic Boost' package consists of. One may make a legitimate case that an 'Economic Boost' package would consist of an invading army, as it's often noted that in times of war, one's economy often improves, at least in the short run. The contents of this package should be thoroughly explained in the Charter, in my opinion."

He cocked his head towards Dantes, an inquisitive look on his face. "What say you, Lord Dantes?"

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Edmund smiled. And looked at Alkaphel He nodded agreeably.

"Lord Alkanphel, your judgement never ceases to amaze me. You are absolutley correct, I shall specify within the Charter, that The Economic Boost Packages, shall be limited to loans and productions. Nothing more."

"Than this shall be the first Amendment that board shall vote upon. Congratualtions, Board Members. This is a historical moment indeed."

Edmund looked over the Delgacy, and his eyes fell upon Tyran Kendall of XAOSIS. ((Small print ok witht that?"))

"You impress me sir, truly a knowledge such as that should be put too use. I realize that you will not accept a board position...perhaps I could convince you to fill a Role as Economic Advisor too myself?"


OOC: Sorry, you thus far have Impressed me more than anyone else here, and OOC I suck at Economics! This whole thing is just to carry on an old flame of AMF's.

[ooc: assume a brief interlude here while Tyran and Edmund converse. Alkanphel will interject immediately after they are done speaking.]

Alkanphel bowed his head to Edmund and turned to the delegation. "Secondly, it has come to my attention that in Article 7, it states 'Nations may petition for a redress of grievances, in a International Consortium Court, if they believe a member nation has acted unaccordingly to the Charter.'

He paused, and a quiet fell over the room for a moment as he chose his words. "I do not beleive it is in the best interests of the ICEP as a collective entity to allow member nations to petition to the Consortium Court at their leisure. Try as we might, no international coalition of powers such as this will possibly thrive while every member nation has the capacity to call an inquisition on his peers. It should be the duty of the Consortium Court to identify and act on violations of the charter as they apply to proper business practices. I tell you now that the system as it's written is wide open for all sorts of abuse. Think of it: not all of us are the closest of friends, as I'm sure everyone well knows. If we are to delegate this sort of power to everyone, you'd have a different nation called to court every week."

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Oxanna Kristos rose from her chair and spoke: "While the Brotherhood agrees with Lord Akanphel that the tasks of the ICC are badly worded, too vague and open for almost any interpretation, we think that "proper business practices" is not much less vague. There are several "business practices" that are allowed within the Brotherhood, but not in several other countries. "Proper business practices", or preferrably anything that isn't allowed, should be narrowly specified in the charter, but preferrably in another document the Charter could refer to, avoiding the Charter growing to big."

The Vrakian delegation was slowly becoming annoyed.

"With all due respect Lord Alkanphel, unless the positions within the organization are solidified, it makes no sense to us to begin discussion on the finer points of the charter. That is, while an organization can run for a while with vacancies, it does not help to create the image that we want to portray - that of being a sound and powerful organization."

He drew a deep breath and continued,

"Therefore, to help resolve the issue of who will be Vice-Chairman, we put forth our own candidacy for the position."

Edmund looked at the large Walrus. So alike to the ambassador at the Nekoa Bay Negotiations. One would hardly think that Edmund would have invited Vrak. but he was impressed by the way they handled themselves there.

"I believe the Ambassador from Vrak is correct. We are getting ahead of ourselves with the charter, we have forgotten the very people needed to ratify it!"

"Firstly, I believe that the Eastern Bloc resigned his position for Ma-tek, but the board must vote the new member. So out of Presgrief, Vrak Crownguard, and California and Alaska, you Directors must Vote 3-1 or unanimously, who shall be the new Director? Otherwise I hold the Authority in a tie."

"So far we have a Candidacy from Ma-tek...any other takers?"

OOC: We really need too speed things up so the deadline is Tommorow afternoon Real Time. Ohterwise the board votes by than.

Alkanphel shrugged. "I suppose you're right, but its entirely a 'chicken or the egg' type situation." He took his seat. "I will defer to the CEO on the matter, who appears to agree with Vrak."

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Edmund looked at the large Walrus. So alike to the ambassador at the Nekoa Bay Negotiations. One would hardly think that Edmund would have invited Vrak. but he was impressed by the way they handled themselves there.

"I believe the Ambassador from Vrak is correct. We are getting ahead of ourselves with the charter, we have forgotten the very people needed to ratify it!"

"Firstly, I believe that the Eastern Bloc resigned his position for Ma-tek, but the board must vote the new member. So out of Presgrief, Vrak Crownguard, and California and Alaska, you Directors must Vote 3-1 or unanimously, who shall be the new Director? Otherwise I hold the Authority in a tie."

"So far we have a Candidacy from Ma-tek...any other takers?"

OOC: We really need too speed things up so the deadline is Tommorow afternoon Real Time. Ohterwise the board votes by than.

[ooc: wait, you mean to tell me that the Chariman of the Board doesnt vote on Board issues?! Why don't I get to vote? 'tis strange...]

Chief Envoy Kwarliu waved dismissively with his flipper.

"We second the nomination for Ma-tek to assume the role of Director."

Rihad had sat silently following his last statement, merely shrugging at Edmunds riposte (after all, he has what he wanted, in essence, now - no use arguing further) - and at one point (shortly after Edmunds replies to Alkanphel), he takes out a small object. Possibly a messenger device of some sort.

He pecks at the console:



Rialla,

I will repay you for this. Truly, never such a fickle bunch of people have I ever known in my life. Well, except for Imperial House. But they argue and argue and argue. - Anyway: I believe the position on the board of directors is fairly assured. We do have some contacts and, perhaps, future friends amongst the members - although Edmunds, the representative for Tersanctus, appears to be a crawler of the highest degree. If he could get any further up Lord Alkanphel's arse, he'd be smiling back at us through the Esteemed Lord's nostrils.

Anyway, if you have any further requirements beyond the previous arrangements, feel free to let me know. I doubt the barbarians can decrypt our messages anyway.

~ Ax-randiri


Ax-randiri Rihad inclines his head politely and with a pleasant smile to the Vrakian represantitive, and then adds softly, "If any are in doubt as to what EOTED can bring to the Consortium, I remind all present that the Imperial Trade Conglomerate is among the economic assets in the Solar System."

A surreptitious smile is directed at the XAOSIS! representatives, interestingly.

"So far we have a Candidacy from Ma-tek...any other takers?"

OOC: We really need too speed things up so the deadline is Tommorow afternoon Real Time. Ohterwise the board votes by than.

OOC: I announced my candidacy on pg. 2

Drat, Owen thought. The Captain had not been given a position on the board. However, he saw that the position of Vice Chairman was still open.

He stood up. "Members of the board, I would like to request that The Dominion of The Captain be a candidate for election to the position of Vice Chairman."

OOC: Or do we need somebody to second our nomination?

OOC: Yes Melkor, the Chairman gets a vote, sorry :oops:

The Captain: Sorry as well, your Candidacy gets thrown in the ring officially. :oops: :oops: :oops:


So It has to be at least three votes to pass someone into the board of directors than, with the Eastern Bloc out. With Five board members, and Melkor, it will take 4 votes too pass Whomever into Vice Chairman.

The Great Ineffable Bob looked around, intrigued at the hidden depth in the discussions. He spoke, "I would like to have myself and my nation considered for the vacant Director position. Surely it's not democratic with a single candidate now?" he said, smiling.

The Xaosis delegates conferred quietly among themselves in hushed whisperes. Some were gesturing to the Chronos delegation; others gestured to Ma-Tek's group. Finally, Tyran Kendall spoke. "The Xaosis corporation accepts the position of Economic Advisor to the CEO, with the following caveat: this consortium must be making a strong effort in the near future to court the private sector. We cannot claim to represent economic power if we continue to exclude groups such as Resi, Vortex, and KCTS, among others. Secondly, we would like to endorse Ma-Tek for the position of the board of directors." Tyran cleared his throat, then glared at Alkanphel. "I do not know why the honorable Mr. Dantes is consistantly willing to yield his judgement to Alkanphel, but if he wishes this Consortium to become another Ardan satellite, I suppose that his affair. We at Xaosis, do not, however, so we would also ask that at this time the Imperial selection for the three judges be also put into review."

(double post)

Edmund looked somewhat incredulous at first, and than shrugged.

"Mister Kendrall. This is a Business, if someone wants too join regardless of other alliances, it has nothing too do with ICEP. Yes I am aware that Lord Alkanphel is in Arda. What does that have too do with the price of Gucci Loafers in Tor Yvresse? If you wish too continue a an Economic Advisor too me....I suggest you maintain a proffesional exterior. Despite Lord Alkanphel's most likely ill-feelings towards Tersanctus, he has set them aside for this, a economic alliance. Not a political one."

Edmund lit up a ciggarette. He lightened up a bit.

"Now while I may seem too be 'pandering' too Lord Alkanphel, I will not simply toss out a good suggestion, regardless of whom states it. You Xaosis impressed me with your suggestions on Courting the Private Sector. I am willing to go along with that. Vrak reminded me that we need to worry about the Board, and Vice Chairman placement, before the Charter."

"And as for the Judges that Alkanphel has suggested, It will be a matter that the board will decide upon, once they are placed. If you so wish a review, than bring it up once we have a board."

Edmund began looking over every single Member of the Delegation, letting his words sink in.

"Now, I will have no more bickering or arguments until ICEP has a Board, and Vice Chairman! If this is contrary to anyones wishes. Noone is keeping you here!" Edmund stated with an edge of irritation in his voice.

Othey Selim looked pointedly at Kendall, then finally spoke. "Mr. Dantes, there was no intention here of allowing ulterior agendas affect this conference. I apologize on behalf of the Xaosis delegation, and would like at this time to express our deference to your judgement." Kendall and Othey sat back down, where they resumed a quiet argument among themselves.

Kwarliu looked up and said,

“So far, we have at least three candidates for the position of Vice-Chairman: Barbarosea, The Captain, and ourselves, with Barbarosea receiving one vote from Presgrief. And, if I’m not mistaken, we have one Director seat open, with Ma-tek the leading candidate, with one vote from ourselves. As far as I know, only directors vote on replacements, so the vote from Xaosis does not count. The Silver Turtle is the other candidate for director. In the event that we become Vice-chairman, then one more director’s position will be open. Am I right so far?”

OOC: I'm posting here without looking at the ICEP forums yet.

Owen felt that The Captain wasn't getting its rightful share of attention in the discussions. Here he was, representing one of the largest countries in the ICEP, with one of the best economies in the world, and nobody was paying him the time of day.

Maybe it was his ego getting in the way, but he felt that something had to be done. He took the floor.

"Members of the board, fellow nations, I am deeply surprised that The Captain is not being taken seriously in these talks. We have done exceedingly well in the world, even if we have followed a somewhat isolationist policy. We have groomed our economy to be one of the best in the world, which is a skill that I have learned in the Economic Committee of The Senate. I would surely bring this and other skills to the ICEP, and I would like some recognition for it.

Consider me for the position of Vice Chairman. You shall not regret it."

The Vrakian Chief Envoy addressed the delegation from the nation of The Captain.

"I can understand how you may feel at this point, and I don't think any disrepect is intended - to you or any other of the candidates. I was merely summarizing where the conference is in regards to the positions that need to be filled. Am I correct so far...um....Chief Executive Officer?"

OOC: Unless it was cut, I thnik there's still an open position for CFO too. At least, that's what the other thread says.

President and Chief Executive Officer- Edmund Dantes; Tersanctus

Chairman - Lord Alkanphel; Melkor Unchained

Vice Chairman- None Currently Appointed

Chief Financial Officer- None Currently Appointed

OOC: Hey Tersan...can I still join in? I was away on Spring break, and didn't have acces to a comp...

Alkanphel's eyes flashed as he looked around the room again, and cleared his throat. He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I strongly endorse Barbarosea for the Vice-Chairman position. They've proven, thus far, to be productive allies." He looked sidelong at Owen and continued. "Which brings me around nicely to my next point; these positions should not be weighted or decided upon by any merit one's economy can posess, which is why I beleive the Empire of Eternal Dawn was overlooked initially for a board spot. In my mind, it is more important what leadership qualities one can bring to the table and oftentimes, one must choose the candidate with the shrewdest economic mind. I, for one, have no ties with this man's nation," said Alkanphel, gesturing broadly at Owen, "and I cannot, unfortunately, vouch for them. So alas I must go with those I know more closely. I only hope my vote does not alienate me from those who would otherwise enjoy a prosperous business relationship with my corporation and Lord Melkor's Imperium."


Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Natalya sat silently for a long while, and pondered many things. She was amused by the large escorts of advisors some of the delegates had brought with them- a sheer sign of personal incompetence. How strong could any nation be if its leader needed the constant advice of a legion of cronies? She had in her day known such a man. Benito Mussolini did not finish well, though his grandaughter served well in Natalya's war with the democracies....
She was slightly irratated by suggestions that Presgreif's economy was not up to par. "Unless you spend every living day trying to sell useless outdated crud to other nations through inumerous storefronts, your economic prowess is considered minimal." she thought to herself.
Overall, she was unimpressed by the behaviour displayed by many of those gathered before her. It was so....unprofessional. She consuled herself that not everyone had 400 years to hone their political and business instincts. "Still," she thought, "quite unimpressive.

Natalya once again stood, and once again addressed the gathering in her usual calm, collected way:

It seems that the economic prowess of my Empire has been questioned, as well as my own ability to serve competently as a Director of ICEP. I would like to remind the assembled at this time that my Empire is one of the universe's most powerful economic entities, whether it makes some of you uncomfortable or not. I preside absolutely over the taxes of some 4.5 billion souls, the citizens of Presgreif, Brass Rails, and Gernalitily. The economies of all three of these nations have been ranked as "Frightening" for quite some time, trillions pour into the Imperial coffers annually. To further augument the economic power of the Empire, I preside over the alliance known as The Concert of High Lords; 17 other economically thriving nations which pay tribute to The Empire of The Greif. It is a colossas that I have built myself, without the aid of advisors and ministers. Therefore, please forgive me if I take slight offense to certain comments on my subject.

As for the free position of Director of The Board, I nominate The Silver Turtle to fill this slot. That is all. Thank you for your attention.

Natalya sits back down, lights a cigarette, and slightly unzips her tunic. "Water" she says quietly to the service.

Alkanphel's eyes flashed as he looked around the room again, and cleared his throat. He spoke slowly and deliberately.

"I strongly endorse Barbarosea for the Vice-Chairman position. They've proven, thus far, to be productive allies." He looked sidelong at Owen and continued. "Which brings me around nicely to my next point; these positions should not be weighted or decided upon by any merit one's economy can posess, which is why I beleive the Empire of Eternal Dawn was overlooked initially for a board spot. In my mind, it is more important what leadership qualities one can bring to the table and oftentimes, one must choose the candidate with the shrewdest economic mind. I, for one, have no ties with this man's nation," said Alkanphel, gesturing broadly at Owen, "and I cannot, unfortunately, vouch for them. So alas I must go with those I know more closely. I only hope my vote does not alienate me from those who would otherwise enjoy a prosperous business relationship with my corporation and Lord Melkor's Imperium."



Chief Envoy Kwarliu looked at both the reps from Melkor and Barbarosea. Then he spoke in his deep voice.

"We can understand why you, Lord Alkanphel, would endorse Barbarosea. However, there is something that most people are forgetting when creating an organization. That is, of course, image. And a certain image is needed in order to attract business. If the outside world were to realize that Melkor Unchained holds the chairship, the vice chairman position is held by Barbarosea, which is well-known to be a strong supporter of Melkor, and if the directorships are dominated, or may appear to be dominated, by Melkor-aligned nations, it may have a negative effect."

A non committal gesture with his large flipper. Then he turned to the Barbarosean rep.

"We have had limited dealings with your nation in the past and, quite frankly, we normally would not oppose your candidacy. But..."

Now turning to view both Alkanphel and the rep from Barbarosea.

"...surely you can appreciate the argument I've laid forth? Like it or not, even a trade organization must play the political game. We mean no disrespect in any manner. Please understand that. But we think that to garner the most amount of outside business possible, the most neutral face must be put forth. Having said that, if we don't gain the position of Vice-Chair, we still look forward to collaborating with everyone in this organization."

Kwarliu eased himself back, waiting to hear what the others would say.

Reyburn looked baffled. He stood and shook his head. "I don't know where any of you are getting the idea that our seat on the board is vacant. Everything said thus far has merely been talk. I think others higher up on the Eurydian chain of command would have to verify anything as large as the removal of our nation from the seat on the BoD. Everything said has been a suggestion. I don't think it's fair at all to suddenly assume we've vanished from the board and begin to nominate other nations for our so called 'free seat.'

"Things still need to be worked out between Tersanctus, Ma-tek, and ourselves before there would be any sign of us leaving the board. That being said, We would like to support Vrak for the position of Vice-Chairman. If he is indeed elected, then the EOTED may take a seat on the board without us leaving, should The Silver Turtle not get it.

"One more time, and just for good measure... we have not left the board."

Natalya snickers, takes a drink of her water, and lights another cigarette.

Edmund fell back deep into the recesses of his mind. Dark shadows took the place of the Numerous Delgates around him.

He was back.

Edmund glanced slightly at Alkanphel, and underneath is hand inhaling a ciggarette. He grinned widely.

"Very well than. The Canididacy has been brought forward. And Eastern Bloc has not left the board, though it seems like he will." stated Edmund very calmly.


"We are past the deadline. Therefore. The Candidates for Vice Chairman are:

1. Barbarosea
2. Vrak
3. The Captain
4.The Silver Turtle.

Would the Board Members now please vote for their candidate, by speaking their name?"

The Great Ineffable Bob looked startled, and cleared his throat.
"Ahem. Although I would not refuse the Vice-Chairman position, I did not officially offer my candidacy. I was merely announcing my interest in the possible vacancy on the BoD. Since The Eastern Bloc has not officially left, then I suppose I am not officially a candidate."

Three black Mitsui 4x4's arrive at the destination and immediatley 3 men exit the front and tail cars, leving the center car looking alone. They scanned arround with pistols in hamnd, and then waved to the other car.
President Davies of Pablicosta exited and began walking for the doors.

Good evening, sorry I am a little late-was a terrorist incident to deal with at home...

Ax-randiri Rihad seems the silent type, for the most part. He doesn't talk frequently, but when he does, it's a veritable speech. Generally speaking, at any rate.

He clears his throat quietly. "Excuse me," he says with absolute and utter politeness (which always indicates danger in a diplomatic setting), "but I was under the impression that Tersanctus was merely putting forth the proposal, rather than controlling the negotiations. I must object to the 'deadline'. Furthermore, I strongly suggest a recess, during which interested parties can quietly convene and discuss a schedule.

"The lack of order here is quite, quite disturbing. It is true that this statement may be viewed as contradictory, but, as Tersanctus appears to believe it is leading the negotiations, shouldn't it make the effort to keep everyone on subject? Furthermore, I suggest - strongly - that it may well be wise if the first matter to discuss (presuming that we do indeed have a brief recess) would be the appointment of a level-headed chairman for these negotiations: someone who can keep us on topic, rather than allowing these ridiculous detours.

"Also... I must note a minor objection to Lord Alkanphel's ridiculous insinuation that the Empire was passed over due to a lack of management capability. Perhaps it escapes his attention, but he failed to conquer us some time ago - so perhaps it would be wise for him to avoid such nonsensical remarks in future: remarks that can be easily reversed, if you see what I mean. For if Dor Daedoloth failed to conquer us, and we lack management skills..."

Rihad directs a 'charming' smile at Alkanphel. "I'm quite certain my noble friend takes my point."

Without pause, he continues, "But let us leave that at rest. I have several suggestions to make, and I feel it would be wise to make them before any decision is made - by all present - as to whether we should recess.

"Firstly: I suggest that it would be wise to implement a position for the oversight of the ICEP-DF. To leave a military organisation in the hands of politicians alone would be... unwise.

"Secondly, I suggest that the situation regarding the Board of Directors be resolved swiftly - another cause for the recess: Tersanctus, Vrak, and the Empire can take the time in the recess to discuss the matter and resolve it, to put forth the proposed resolution to the rest of those gathered at the return to the table.

"Lastly, I strongly suggest that the current," he pauses, "-if you'll excuse my language - pissing contest ceases. It is pointless to debate who is more powerful than who and why. I must admit that I shoulder some responsibility for that, but I also note that my comments were grossly misinterpretated by some. Perhaps if we all spend more time listening rather than speaking, we will move forwards at a more brisk pace."

He smiles, almost boyishly, and adds gently, "And yes, I am aware of the irony in my making a long speech and then asking for you all to speak less and listen more." The smile fades, but Nenyan seems to utterly exude good humour.

That's possibly because he is; Alkanphel would not be affected (although he would be aware), but anyone susceptible to empathic suggestion would likely feel slightly more at ease thanks to the gentle (and utterly subconscious) pushes by Ax-randiri Rihad's mind.

I nominate Vrak for Vice Chairman.

[ma-tek, thats not what he said at all. he said you were probably overlooked because Dantes isnt looking at how OMG HUGE your economy is when making his decisions. I respectfully request an edit]

(ooc: Just to speed things along...

After compiling the data from the threads on the forum and here on NS... the voting is as follows...


That being said, We would like to support Vrak for the position of Vice-Chairman.


Vrak....


I nominate Vrak for Vice Chairman.

3 votes for Vrak.

You [Barbarosea] have my vote.

1 vote for Barbarosea

That brings the total to 3 votes for Vrak and 1 vote for Barbarosea.

(and can Vrak vote for himself? If that were the case, then it would be 4 votes for Vrak (I'd assume Vrak would vote for himself) and 1 vote for Barbarosea.)

If these numbers are indeed correct, then we can give Vrak the position of Vice-Chairman and move on to the next order of business.)

Melkor also voted for me. (2 - 3) ATM

Henry the Lionheart turned to the walrus, Kwarliu.

"I see what you are saying. But one thing I can see is that the board is not Melkor-favored. C&A is not, neither is Crownguard or TEB. I think that some people might be intimidated, but then again, we don't really want 15 Million newbies in this allience, do we?

Melkor also voted for me. (2 - 3) ATM

[ooc:But, unless I'm mistaken (and I very well could be), only board members are allowed to vote in the vice-chairman.

Since the forum is being a bitch, I can't dig up what Tersanctus said, and therefore can't be sure. Maybe Edmund himself will jump in and tell us whats what.]

Melkor also voted for me. (2 - 3) ATM

[ooc:But, unless I'm mistaken (and I very well could be), only board members are allowed to vote in the vice-chairman.

Since the forum is being a bitch, I can't dig up what Tersanctus said, and therefore can't be sure. Maybe Edmund himself will jump in and tell us whats what.]

[ooc: um.. Alkanphel is the Chairman of the Board, after all. I get a vote.]

Henry the Lionheart turned to the walrus, Kwarliu.

"I see what you are saying. But one thing I can see is that the board is not Melkor-favored. C&A is not, neither is Crownguard or TEB. I think that some people might be intimidated, but then again, we don't really want 15 Million newbies in this allience, do we?

The walrus looked at Henry and replied,

"Well, of course not. If you mean here by 'newbies' as nations that don't fulfill the requirements. And certainly I never implied that the Board itself was dominated by Melkor aligned nations. The problem is, we have to deal with a public image and will have to confront it sooner or later."

A wave of his flipper.

"But enough of this. Obviously we vote for ourselves for the position of Vice-Chairman just as I'm sure my colleague from Barbarosea will vote for himself. Therefore, it would be fair to say that our votes cancel eachother out."

He drew a deep breath.

"And I agree with the representative from Ma-tek. Let us keep this meeting on track and accomplish what is on the agenda. I was also under the impression that the chairman," here he indicated with a wave towards Alkanphel, "would only vote in the case of a tie among the Board. Perhaps the CEO can offer some clarification at this juncture?"

The Vrakian seems almost...annoyed at all this talk.

OOC: Do we have a consensus on this?

OOC: Unless it was cut, I thnik there's still an open position for CFO too. At least, that's what the other thread says.

President and Chief Executive Officer- Edmund Dantes; Tersanctus

Chairman - Lord Alkanphel; Melkor Unchained

Vice Chairman- None Currently Appointed

Chief Financial Officer- None Currently Appointed

IC: Owen knew he was beat. "We would like to withdraw from the race for Vice Chairman, as we have recieved no votes as of yet."

He took out his PDA and wired the message to the rest of The Captain. Hopefully the other Senators would understand, and Owen desperately hoped he wouldn't endure too much ridicule from his colleagues.

The Xaosis delegation remained silent during the voting proceedure. Among themselves, however, they continued to whisper.

"Insane! This is all insane!" Selim hissed.

Kendrall shook his head. "Look, the Boss sent us here to do a job."

"We don't even get a voting position, for God's sake! What's to stop Alkanphel from-"

Kendrall cut him off. "Look, Othey, you know as well as I do Sehndem knows what he is doing. Melkor is a foe we've faced before. I'm worried more about the enemy we don't know."

Othey blinked. "You aren't talking about Tersanctus?"

Kendrall shrugged. "I'm saying we don't know anybody here. Tersanctus least of all. And the way they keep caving to Alkanphel doesn't bode well in my book."

"If you're implying what I think you're implying, then joining this pact is worse then I thought."

Kendrall shook his head. "No, the better to keep an eye on things. Xaosis Enterprises needs to know what is going on in this hopped up world before we can make solid commitments. Moving too fast has cost us before."

Othey grunted. "You think getting our competitors in here will help the situation?" His voice sounded skeptical.

Kendrall grinned. "Most of our competitors would love to see a weakened Imperium. I know KCTS and Vortex do. Then there's the EOTED."

Othey nodded, glancing to the Ma-Tek delegation. "If they manage not to get crucified here, they might make........useful business partners."

Kendrall looked up to watch the debate over the board for a moment, then answered Othey calmly. "We have to be careful. We've got a relationship with Menelmacar we can't afford to jeopardize. I agree, having EOTED on our client list would be a leap forward for the Company, but we have to be carefull."

Othey didn't reply. Instead he turned and silently watched the debate go back and forth.

Natalya looked out over the delegation, slightly annoyed.

Right then, Vrak has 3 votes, Barbarosea has 2. Who has not voted?

OOC: Sory for the Delay folks. I will make things clear.

Yes the Chairman of the Board gets a vote in the matter of Vice-Chairman. I realize I made it seem that he doesnt in the case of the Vice-Chairman. Which technically he should not, but....oh well. Vrak at this point in time is basically the Vice Chairman,As someone pointed out. I know we all have a million things too discuss, and I apologize for being distracted and innaccurate with certain positons and candidates.

Lets get this show on the road.

IC:

Edmund slammed his hand down on the table hard.


The suddeness and noise forced all to become quiet. He seemed too glare at everyone, with everyone staring back at him.

He than suddenly smiled, and chuckled a little.

"Sorry if I startled everyone. I needed your attention."

"Now all this fussing and such can be done at a later time, we have to focus on one thing at a time. Now, as I see it:

Barbarosea has two votes from Natalya D'Grief, and Lord Alkanphel. And Vrak has four from Crownguard, California and Alaska, and The Eastern Bloc and of course himself. I mean, who would not vote for themselves?" he said with a smirk. Intending too be funny, at the same time make noone laugh.

"Therefore, I declare based upon majority vote, The Honorable Ambassador from Vrak the Vice Chairman of the Board of Directors." he stated with some enthusiasm.

"Now then, with that position filled. There is a position open on the Board. Candidates please announce -for the record-, your candidacy. Short, sweet, and too the point."

Than Edmund looked at Rihad from EOTED.

"And I swear, if you bring up one more request for a recess, or disrupt these proceedings any further,......." Edmund cut himself off.

"Anyways, the next words I want to here out of peoples mouths is either absolute silence, or 'I announce my candidacy'. Everything else, charterwise, or what have you, will be discussed after the last board position is filled!!" Edmund said with a stern tone.

ooc: Its Natalya d'Greif, not Natalya Presgrief. You could make the effort to get it right.....all you have to do is copy and paste....

ooc: Its Natalya d'Greif, not Natalya Presgrief. You could make the effort to get it right.....all you have to do is copy and paste....


OOC: I knew that.....

Reyburn tried to sit in silence, but something compelled him to reach into his pocket and take the communicator. The conversation that ensued was hushed and went unnoticed by the others in attendance.

"Minister Ultran, I'm here with an update."

"Go ahead captain."

Reyburn sighed. "Well, Vrak has been elected to the Vice-Chairman position. There's now a position open on the BoD."

"Do you think our good friend Rihad will snatch up that position on the board?"

"I don't know sir. It's possible that Vrak's competition for VC will run for a seat on the board. They, Barbarosea, are popular enough for them to get the seat over Ma-tek."

Silence, and then: "Rihad had better hope for that seat on the board. Us giving up our seat was based on the fact that the EOTED had no other chance for a spot on the BoD. With this turn of events, they really don't need us anymore."

"Sir. That could be taken as... backing out of an agreement. I said we'd give up seat for them. To take it back now..."

"We're taking back nothing! Everything that's been said has been nothing more than talk. They may be upset, and that's there prerogative. We have ourselves to look out for. If they can't be elected to the board through normal means... then... to bad."

Reyburn sighed. "Understood. I assume I'll be voting for the EOTED, if they choose to run?"

"Naturally."

Another sigh. "Thank you sir."

Anton Slavick and Oxanna Kristos whispered to eachother for a few moments, then Oxanna rose from her seat, smiling:

"The Brotherhood hereby officially announces her candidacy for the position of Chief Financial Officer. Vote for us and ICEP will have a sensible, sound and solid financial basis, from which this alliance will thrive. Thank you for your attention."

Edmund glanced over again at Alkanphel. This time a slight flame, barely noticable flickered in his pupils. He glanced away just as quickly as The Brotherhood of Nod Delegate announced his candidacy for CFO. Poor Chap Edmund thought. The second time as no one has noticed.

Edmund excused himself for a moment, and spoke too an aide for a second, lit a ciggarette in the hall, and walked back to the table.

He awaited the further candidates.

TGI Bob sipped a glass of water, and stated, "Since there is now an open position, I announce my candidacy for the space on the Board of Directors."

Alkanphel's voice echoed in Edmund's mind. He did not probe the man's thoughts, or use any mentally intrusive techniques, he merely spoke. His eyes shot to Dantes for a moment. 'I thought the board was appointed by the CEO? Why this election, then?' SHouldn't you be allowed to just fill the position and move on? It would certainly speed up the conference, as with the current format we'll have a host of new arguments and more setbacks.'

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Edited for redundancy.

OOC: As previously discussed with Tersanctus.

IC: The door opened, and a tall, blonde man with a slender briefcase stepped through. He paused to view the assembly, then bowed briefly to Edmund. "I sincerely apologise for my tardiness. I hope I'm not too late? I'm Ian White, here to represent the Empire of Treznor."

Edmund gestures gravely to an empty seat, which Ian gladly takes. One fountain pen and legal notepad is removed from the briefcase, and he quickly jots down notes to catch up. Then, during a brief lull in the conversation, he perks up.

"I am instructed by the Emperor Treznor that our Empire is interested in a seat on the Board of Directors. I am naturally available for questions, should anyone have them."

[tag pending post]

Alyanov looked at the delegates bicker. Ha ha, he thought. Just like little children, only bigger. It is funny. I hope none of our guys get like that. He looks around again. "Hmm," Alyanov said to himself. "I believe they forgot I was here." As if THAT's a surprise, he thought. Why would any of THEM even waste their time to acnowledge ME. There all bigger, my nation is a runt compared to them. Alyanov, the Derscon Minister of Finance, scowled. "Well," he said to himself. "I guess I might as well remind them that I'm here."

Alyanov stood up. "I, on behalf of the Empire of Derscon, would like to endorse The Brotherhood of Nod for the Chief Financial Officer of the ICEP. Although the nation I represent is not on the board, I still may ENDORSE somebody.

Also, please at least listen to what I have to say. Yes, I know, I represent the smallest nation here at the meeting, but please do not just brush me off.

I would also like to oppose Treznor's candidacy to the position of CFO. Although I myself know not much of Treznor's past actions, as I wish to further myself as much as possible from the immorality of politics, I do find it rediculous, rude, and very sickening that he would just MARCH RIGHT IN halfway through the meeting and immediately request a position on the board!" He looks over everyone, who is slouching in their chairs with their eyes glazed over. Everyone except Alkanphel, who was taking in every word.

Thank you for at least paying attention to me, Alyanov stated to him telepathically. What? You aren't the only one who can do this. I'm old and wise. I am about to pass on to a higher plane of life. I can do many things a normal person can't. Thank you again. Alyanov could see the surpressed look of shock. As Alyanov surpresed his smile, he stated his closing statement, for now.

"And Mr. White, what gives you the idea that you can march in halfway and think you know enough to be the Chief Financial Officer for the ICEP?" After leaving this question in the air, he sat down, waiting for his response.

The Chief Envoy looked at the Derscon rep and then replied,

"No one is overlooking any of the comments that have been made here. And I apologize if you feel slighted."

He then turned his great head and looked at both Edmund and Alkanphel.

"So, the next order of business is the election of a CFO? Does not the CEO appoint the position of Director? Would be at all possible to speed this along? As well..."

An abrupt wave of his flipper.

"...perhaps it should be made clear to those in attendance that the positions that are open are subject to approval by those who wield the power to do so - rather than based on some popularity contest."

Realizing that his words may seem abrasive to some, Kwarliu continued.

"Look. We would still be in this organization even if we weren't even considered for any of the positions. Why? Because we believe in its inherent possibilities and of the future of the ICEP. We like trade, and we also like to make money. We feel that anyone who joins and is a part of this has much to gain, no matter what their standing within the organization may be."

An aide went out to fetch some clams for his large and impatient master while yet another got on the phone and informed the Vrakian government of the latest turn of events.

*The Tercero, Xavier Delryn, looks slightly disgusted with the whole affair, breathing out a small sigh as he looked about the table*


"Already we have broken our basic conditions for this alliance. We sit here and play political games as we work to vote this or that candidate on our board. I call all nations in this to cease this accursed politicking and come to realize that this is an ECONOMIC alliance. To be honest, I want to see the best candidate for the task on the board, and I will NOT follow the whims of one faction or another. I am TIRED of this talk, talk of EOTED, talk of Metus in the background, talk of Melkor and talk of various little snits others maneuver themselves into. We are here to profit, that is the purpose. I do not want to see that dissolve as we play power games, trying to fill board seats with this or that aspect as it all dissolves. Crownguard will NOT have it. The purpose here is to promote free trade among our nations, not concern oursleves with individual politics."

He stopped, sipping at his glass of water as he winces, his voice slightly sore*

I for one support the Brotherhood in their candidacy for the position of Chief Financial Officer. I also support the best candidate for the last directorship, based solely on economic prowess. I feel that a large nation with a powerful economy would do a fine job, and that the Brotherhood can fulfill its role as can whatever other nation takes the position of Director. I respect their right to rule as they please their own matters, and follow their own course of action. Frankly, I do not give an idle thought about those outside this alliance or necessarily expanding to them. They can join or leave on their own merits, but I will not worry about a "Melkor-dominated" or "Menelmacar-dominated" board or any other. To worry about such politics invites failure, and defeats the purpose of this very alliance. We are here to recognize COMMONALITY. I call upon both sides, our friend in the position of CEO and every other memebr of the Directors or not to consider this carefully. If this dissolves into a political game, if one group uses ICEP to put down another faction, we will WALK and wash our hands of this affair. We are not putting forth the effort here to only see it sink as petty grudges, contrary to our ideas of political neutrality, surface. That is all I believe I can say on the matter. We follow what seems the honourable course, and hope that others do the same and respect ICEP as a non-partisan organization and our desire for peaceful trade. Thank you."

*The Tercero sits once more, cradling his headache with his hand*

Thank the Lord, there is intelligent life in this galaxy, Alyanov thought to himself. Alyanov then spoke, but without rising, as he is weak. "Mr. Delryn, thank you for your enlightenment, as I wholeheartedly agree with you. This is, as you said, an econimic alliance. As I previously said, I distance myself from politics. I would not be here if the Czar felt as though this was in any way a political alliance, for so he knows my hatred for the system." Alyanov took a sip of water before continuing. "I suggest everyone get on topic of getting this board filled ASAP and then working out the kinks in the charter, because -- please excuse me -- but all this bitching about behind-the-scenes crap and your bickering; I'm really fed up with it. Stop acting like little children and start acting like the professionals you are. I'm sorry if I offended you, but I haven't seen this kind of behavior since my great-great grandchildren were in first grade."

"Kwarliu, Xavier, as well as the representative from Derscon are correct. These talks seem to be permeated with... politics. I do feel in a way responsible for the whole ordeal. If I hadn't... tried to calm things down in the first place this cacophony wouldn't have ensued. It would be an even greater blunder on my part if the Republic were to leave the board, and so we won't. I wish Gentleman Rihad luck." Reyburn nodded in the direction of Rihad.

Maybe we can move on...

Reyburn cleared his throat and changed topics. "We support Anton Slavik and The Brotherhood of Nod for their position as CFO. As for the position on the BoD, we support Gentleman Rihad and the EOTED for the spot, despite their long standing silence."

Owen was interested in what Delryn said. His comments were right on target, and he had suggested that a nation like The Captain be added to the board. He decided to make his case.

"The delegate from Crownguard has a point. This is an economic alliance, and economics is all about efficiency. We are not being efficient in these proceedings. We should be quick with our decisions so that we can take care of things that need our more immediate attention, and not get bogged down with nations whining about power. We did not recieve one vote for Vice Chairman, and I took it like a man and withdrew.

"I think that The Brotherhood of Nod is a great choice for CFO. That is one of the reasons I did not offer The Captain for that position. However, there is a position open now in the board of directors. I would ask you to consider The Captain for this position. We have all the qualifications that Mr. Delryn mentioned for a director. We are not aligned with any of the other nations here, and our ideas can be put on the table without any political pressure. And I would be free to tell the others that their policies would be no good if I saw fit.

"Thank you again for letting me input my point. I can assure you that the economic prowess of The Captain will only help the ICEP."

Henry the Lionheart looked around, he must have been sleeping (OOC: NS has sucked for me). He stood up rather quickly and started saying,

"Yes, I agree with Derscon, we need to move on, and I would like to humbly ask that I be considered for the Board of Director spot. Our economy has been ranked "Frightening" for quite a while, just about the time we hit 1.75 Billion people. Now coming up on 3 Billion in Barbarosea alone, we offer much. Thank you."

He sat down, and asked a waiter for a Amp.

The door opens, and a tall female Elf enters, ebon-haired, emerald-eyed, in long and flowing robes of the finest quality; Lady Serindë nos Eärendil, the Menelmacari Prefect of Trade. If she is at all bothered by the array of Metus representatives, or even the presence of Lord Alkanphel, she does not seem bothered in the slightest.

"I apologize for my late arrival," she mused, taking her seat. "I trust I have not missed anything important." An aide stepped up behind her, and handed her a datapad - a transcript of the proceedings thus far. She glanced over it briefly... a lot of bickering, and a lot of 'OMG I'M HUUUUUGE'.

"Ah. Good. I see that I have not." She smiled serenely. "The Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar puts its name forth for the empty position on the Board."

~Lady Serindë nos Eärendil
Prefect of Trade
Eternal Noldorin Empire of Menelmacar

Alkanphel's eyes flashed. "What's this? We've got another late arrival demanding a position of authority? You only get one chance to make a first impression, my dear." He bowed his head. "But alas, it's impossible for me to put forth any commentary towards the Noldor without making political overtones, as our mutual hatred for each other is well-documented. I will trust the common sense of our ICEP delegates to keep Menelmacar off the Board, and will say nothing more of this matter."

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Another irritated wave.

"What is wrong with these late arrivals? As far as we are concerned, those that have been in attendance from the beginning should be given more consideration for any vacant positions. Still, I believe the final decision is left up to the remaining board members? Please correct me if I'm wrong on that point of order."

And Mr. White, what gives you the idea that you can march in halfway and think you know enough to be the Chief Financial Officer for the ICEP?"

White nods politely to Alyanov. "A valid question. For the past ten years I've stood as Minister of the Treasury for the Empire of Treznor. I am here now at the command of my Emperor. As for the strength of my Empire's economy, you need only check our credentials. We've had business contracts within the Reich, Arda, Triumvirate and Menelmacar. We once actively participated in the economic policies of the G.O.D. alliance before that organisation changed ideologies and we resigned from them. We currently sit on the ruling council of a political and economic alliance publicly dedicated to peace and neutrality. Our economic growth only faltered during a period of international terrorism, at which time I was made Minster. Since then the Empire has experienced nothing but economic growth, to the degree that we rank within the top 1% of the world economies." A glance and a wink at Alkanphel. "And if you have any doubts as to the veracity of my claims you could always ask the honourable representative from the Morgoth Imperium.

"We are, naturally, significantly younger than our friends in the Menelmacari Empire, but I believe that goes without saying. Few could dispute their claim to seniority. But this isn't about seniority, it's about economic strength and diversity, and I challenge any nation represented here today to surpass the diversity of the Treznor trade economy."

Othey's jaw dropped when the Menelmacari delegate entered the room. "Sonofa.......Sehndem was right!!!"

Tyran Kendrall smirked. "I told you."

Othey shook his head. "Now we got a problem. Who the hell do we endorse for the board?"

"No one," Kendrall replied calmly. "It won't matter in any case. We do not have a vote, so endorsing someone only sticks us with unwanted baggage anyhow."

Othey nodded. He lowered his voice to Kendrall, so that even the other delegates couldn't hear. "I think this alliance is going under, if you ask me."

Kendrall nodded. "I don't like it either." The Xaosis delegation had been very unhappy with the sudden support of the Brotherhood for CFO. "I guess some people don't mind having Melkor run the whole show."

Othey shook his head. "No, I think it's because they believe they can control him."

Kendrall chuckled. "Like Hindenberg tried to do with Hitler by inviting him into the Weimar government?"

"Precisely."

And Mr. White, what gives you the idea that you can march in halfway and think you know enough to be the Chief Financial Officer for the ICEP?"

White nods politely to Alyanov. "A valid question. For the past ten years I've stood as Minister of the Treasury for the Empire of Treznor. I am here now at the command of my Emperor. As for the strength of my Empire's economy, you need only check our credentials. We've had business contracts within the Reich, Arda, Triumvirate and Menelmacar. We once actively participated in the economic policies of the G.O.D. alliance before that organisation changed ideologies and we resigned from them. We currently sit on the ruling council of a political and economic alliance publicly dedicated to peace and neutrality. Our economic growth only faltered during a period of international terrorism, at which time I was made Minster. Since then the Empire has experienced nothing but economic growth, to the degree that we rank within the top 1% of the world economies." A glance and a wink at Alkanphel. "And if you have any doubts as to the veracity of my claims you could always ask the honourable representative from the Morgoth Imperium.

"We are, naturally, significantly younger than our friends in the Menelmacari Empire, but I believe that goes without saying. Few could dispute their claim to seniority. But this isn't about seniority, it's about economic strength and diversity, and I challenge any nation represented here today to surpass the diversity of the Treznor trade economy."

Alkanphel laughed. "Yes, you had in fact done 'business' with us that you and your NDA comrades reduced to rubble on account of your irresponsibility. I have seen nothing from the Empire of Treznor that permits me to suggest that Mr. White or his country would be productive members of the ICEP, to say nothing of his potentially being on the Board.

For those of you who are not aware, The Empire of Treznor was recently implicated in an attempt to arrange a region-wide coup in Arda. Needless to say his efforts failed but the incident has left a stain on Emperor Devon's record that will never be effaced," said Alkanphel shaking his head. He continued. "I must oppose Treznor's appointment to the Board on two levels. First, his not having shown up until a good half an hour into the proceedings demonstrates an apparent lack of interest in our cause. I would go so far to suggest, even, that his bid to join is nothing more than a politically motivated effort to spite the Imperium and her allies, which is the second reason I oppose Mr. White's efforts."

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

A very soft, faint, but unmistakable...walrus growl.

"The ICEP should not be the plaything of any alliance, nation, or region. That should be kept in mind for all concerned. After all, do you see FKC nations or that of our allies trying to join up and seeking to occupy any vacancies? No. With the nations that are here at present we have from amiable to cool to nearly non-existent trade relations. Let me clarify something so that everyone is absolutely clear: the reason why I mentioned earlier we need to be careful on who fills the vacancies is because a certain image will be portrayed. And a neutral, yet strong image is what we want. One that seeks to draw in business from all diverse backgrounds and can appeal to many. Remember, a member of the ICEP doesn't have to trade with every single damn member. It says so in the charter."

He pauses and reads from the Charter.

* Member Nations must open trade routes with one another. Not every nation must open with all consistent members, but a minimum of two per nation, is required.

Natalya couldn't keep her eyes off the Lady Serinde nos Earendil. It was the first time she had ever seen an elf with her own eyes, and she was captivated. She had heard many negative things about the Noldor; that they were arrogant, conceited, treacherous. "That such evil can be hidden in a shell of such beauty," Natalya thought to herself, "truly impressive." She finished the water in her glass, combed her hair out of her eyes, and stood to address the assembly;

I agree with the Vice-Chairman and all those who have spoken out against the politicking which seems to be dominating this meeting. I feel that all which could have been said on this issue has been said by others already, and therefore will not bother the assembled with a drawnout and unoriginal speech on the matter.
Furthermore, I would like to support The Brotherhood of Nod for the position of CFO, and Barbarosea for the position of Director. Thank you, that is all.

Natalya retakes her seat, and peers around the room attentively, waiting for the next speaker.

White smiles as charmingly as humanly possible at Alkanphel. "This is certainly news to me, as it no doubt is to the rest of this august body. The Imperium has, admittedly, withdrawn their contract to the NDA but did not name the circumstances other than to mutter incoherently about imagined betrayals and underhanded dealings. But neither the Empire of Treznor nor our allies have been reduced to 'rubble' as you put it. On the contrary, we have merely sought a more lucrative contract with other, more lucrative nations such as GMC and Hack. You merely confirm the fact that we have done trade with you, which was my point.

"As for your second point, I wasn't going to address but it you give me no choice. I am late to this meeting because of a small misunderstanding at the border, something about the validity of my passport. That I am here testifies to the spurious nature of the charge, but it does suggest that someone didn't want me here. And as I'm not the only person late to the game, I rather wonder who else might have been frivolously detained, and why?"

White folds his hands calmly and looks around the room, making eye contact where possible. "The Empire of Treznor is not seeking to make a political statement, but to join with what has the potential for a powerful economic bloc. Think what you will of my Empire's politics, but aside from sour grapes I've heard nothing to suggest that we've been anything but successful with our economic endeavours, which is the focus of this meeting."

Mr. Morden chuckled, not exactly participating... After all, his reasons to be here were a bit different from the reasons the other delegates, or rather, their nations, had.

Certainly one of the most amusing... meetings I have attended...

He leaned back, idly meditating the fact that a member of the Klatchian Coast seemed to be the most rational and productive delegate... Which said a lot about Metus.

Had Alkanphel not had the mental constitution of the Ainur, he would surely be rolling on the floor in laughter, as he knew Mr. White was utterly and stunningly full of shit. He merely shrugged, however. "Beleive what you will, but The Imperium has kept many other long-standing ties and trade agreements over the years; we do not cast them aside without just cause. We enjoyed our ties with the NDA quite well, and it is a shame that they're gone, and both you and I know that was your Emperor's doing. Nonetheless, this talk should not distract us from the task at hand; we have more important things to discuss after all."

Alkanphel flashed the obligatory shit eating grin at Mr. White. "Do you have any constructive criticism? Any input, perhaps, other than 'The Empire is interested in a seat on the Board of Directors?'"

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Natalya snickers, inspite of herself.

Edmund had about enough. This would continue for days it seemed. But Edmund was not Edmund now....he was someone else entirely. It was strange that Alkanphel did'nt sense it.....but as long as he was here, he would take this situation under control.

As the verbal sparrring flew, a deep grumbling started to come from Edmund. Faint at first, it grew with unresounding strength.

Until finally, a deafening scream filled the room.

A Dragonscream.

The foundations seemed too shake, as the Windows rattled, the panes began too crack. Until finally, Kungshao stopped.

With flames literally coming from his eyes, Edmund/Kungshao looked over the Entire Delegation. And in a voice that was not Edmund Dantes' he spoke, a deep raspy otherworldy voice.

"Silence! I will have no more bickering or jabbering about your temporary, meaningless loyalties. Since this Delegation is unable too come together, and simply elect a board member. A privelege to you too select one whom you beleived in, it is my right as CEO too appoint a board member. Therefore, I claim that right, now."

He looked over everyone, his expression incredibly angry.

"Therefore, in order too maintain a balance of power, on this board, and too maintain neutrality...." Edmund looked at Alkanphel sternly. He sent a Telepathic Message of his own: "Remember Alkanphel, I require Proffesionalism.

"I appoint......" he looked over everyone slowly.


" Lady Serindë nos Eärendil, of Menelmacar."

White opened his mouth to reply, but was interrupted by the most unnatural sound he'd ever heard. Even more shocking was the fact that the noise was coming from Edmund's mouth. He sat in stunned silence as the creature that wasn't Edmund made his pronouncement. When it was over, he looked around the room to guage the reactions of the other delegates.

Oh Emperor, do you have any idea what you've gotten me into? This is not your typical board meeting!

Natalyas laughter rings out, and fills the room. It is a laughter filled with anger, and old evil.

And so the integrity of this, our Board of Directors, is already compromised by the meglomaniacal tendencies of our precious CEO. If this hocus-pocus you are displaying is supposed to legitimize your tantrum Edmund, I'm afraid you've miscalculated. Presgreif entered into this organization upon the promise of partnership. Obviously the reality of this partnership endures only as long as your temper does. As soon as the discussion turns away from the direction you would steer it, you revert to tyranny. I will not be dictated to, nor will I have my voice taken from me whenever a controversial issue arises. If this is how this organization is to function, then I say now that it is doomed. We, the Board of Directors, will vote in our own member, no matter how long it takes to reach a consensus. If this is to become a dictatorship, Presgreif will resign from ICEP, and we will advise our many friends and allies to do the same. Tread carefully, Edmund, for you are on precarious ground.

OOC: Well this should be interesting...Melkor and Menelmacar serving in the two highest posts. Can we say "factions"?

Alkanphel gives Natalya a sharp look and raises a hand. "No, you are wrong, as unfortunate as it is. Edmund, as per the charter, ahs the power to appoint the board. This type of authoritarian rule is exactly what you and the GDODAD stand for: to question the validity of this decision is an exercise in hypocricy will do nothing more than anger your superiors and set them against you.

While it saddens... nay, it sickens me to see that the proceedings have degenerated to such a degree that our CEO made a hasty, and I daresay incredibly foolish move out of rage. I must apologize, as I was in part likely the cause for Mr. Dantes' little outburst and probably had a share in the responsibility for his horrible lapse in judgement. But that's neither here nor there. With the last board spot filled we can tally our votes for the CFO, no?"

Lord Alkanphel
High Warlord of Lord Melkor's Imperium, First Counselor to Melkor Himself, CEO of the Chronos Corporation and Chairman of the ICEP
http://people.vanderbilt.edu/~darion.c.smith/alkanphel1.jpg

Natalya gives Alkanphel a look full of anger and resentment, but it soon passes.

I shall keep my peace then.....inspite of myself.

Edmund gave DeGreif an amused glance.

"Oh, am I?" (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?p=2974588#2974588)

[OOC: As there are now at least two players involved who ignore EOTED, I fail to see how I can be involved any further - unless they're willing to cease ignoring EOTED, of course. Apologies for not posting until now: the trouble with the forum has kept me off of the forums for the last few days.]

The Xaosis delegation was doing what it did best: quietly murmuring among themselves and taking little part in the debate.

Tyran Kendrall wasn't too surprised with the developments. Sooner or later the CEO would had to have stepped in, and popularity be damned. Kendrall privately approved of that, though it bothered him that Alkanphel didn't try to challenge the decision. The Ardans, for once, were keeping to the letter of the charter, and Othey wasn't liking it.

"For all we know, this alliance is already compromised," Othey was saying.

Kendrall shook his head. "There aren't many Ardan's here, not enough to take controll of the alliance."

"Oh?" Othey Selim's eyes flashed. "Then why is Alkanphel deferring to Dantes? I'll bet you anything that some of these nations are in Melkor's camp without us knowing for sure."

Kendrall shook his head. "We stick to the plan. Keep in mind that Menelmacar has the Board Seat now. That alone suggests to me that this consortium is viable."

Later, Kendrall stood and cleared his throat. "Xaosis welcomes our old friend and business partner, Lady Earandil, to ICEP, and would like to extend our congratulations at her newly appointed board seat."

After sitting down, Othey stared, shocked at Kendrall. "Are you insane? We'll lose Rihad's support for sure!"

"Relax, Othey. I don't want to make enemies of Rihad. I would have been happy with him on the board as well, but as long as everyone insists on treating him and his government like a maverick they won't get too far." Kendrall took out a John Galt brand cigarrette, manufactured by Xaosis and lit, relaxing slightly. "Don't worry. I hope to offer Rihad a compensation prize."

Othey grunted. "Just how the hell are you going to do that?"

Kendrall smiled. "How does Xao-Ma-Tek sound to you?"

Othey paused, then replied, "Sounds more like a kitchen appliance then a Branch Office."

The Xaosis delegation had a good laugh at that.

(double post)

OOC: Well this should be interesting...Melkor and Menelmacar serving in the two highest posts. Can we say "factions"?

OOC: Wrong. Vrak is Vice chair, which means we outrank her in the ICEP. Menelmacar is but one of five directors.

IC:

"Perhaps a quick summary of the candidates and votes for each one should be quickly tallied before we proceed any further. As well, does the Vice Chair also cast a vote for CFO? I think this should be done before any more confusion sets in," the Vrakian said dryly.

An aide delivered a message to Alkanphel

[code:1:50250c3316]
After all this mess is sorted out, I think that we need to discuss how to better make this organization more efficient.[/code:1:50250c3316]

Edmund had about enough. This would continue for days it seemed. But Edmund was not Edmund now....he was someone else entirely. It was strange that Alkanphel did'nt sense it.....but as long as he was here, he would take this situation under control.

As the verbal sparrring flew, a deep grumbling started to come from Edmund. Faint at first, it grew with unresounding strength.

Until finally, a deafening scream filled the room.

A Dragonscream.

The foundations seemed too shake, as the Windows rattled, the panes began too crack. Until finally, Kungshao stopped.

With flames literally coming from his eyes, Edmund/Kungshao looked over the Entire Delegation. And in a voice that was not Edmund Dantes' he spoke, a deep raspy otherworldy voice.

"Silence! I will have no more bickering or jabbering about your temporary, meaningless loyalties. Since this Delegation is unable too come together, and simply elect a board member. A privelege to you too select one whom you beleived in, it is my right as CEO too appoint a board member. Therefore, I claim that right, now."

He looked over everyone, his expression incredibly angry.

"Therefore, in order too maintain a balance of power, on this board, and too maintain neutrality...." Edmund looked at Alkanphel sternly. He sent a Telepathic Message of his own: "Remember Alkanphel, I require Proffesionalism.

"I appoint......" he looked over everyone slowly.


" Lady Serindë nos Eärendil, of Menelmacar."

[OOC: Despite my previous post, I'm going to continue posting (albeit somewhat late - thankyou, O Slow Forum) until there's an actual response to my previous post.]

IC:

Rihad peered at 'Edmund' with an expression between boredom and annoyance. It was hard to tell where between boredom and annoyance, but it was somewhere around that way.

"Excuse me," Rihad stated calmly, but his words give away his true feeling of irritation, "but did you have to scream quite so loudly? I have rather sensitive ears, you know, and that was rather painful. - And my good Mr. White... really. I'm quite certain there are quite a number present that could challenge your economic prowess. We've been over this already; everybody is more economically powerful than everyone else, blah blah blah, yadda yadda yadda; grow up, for heaven's sakes. - And really, Tersanctus, do you think it is wise to appoint that most lazy of states to the board? Menelmacar The Slow!"

Rihad laughs softly. "Why, Menelmacar is old and stuffy, sluggish and lazy, and when they do bother to respond to something, it usually isn't worth the wait. Believe me, I know: we were their ally for a long, long time. I might go so far as to say that we were once the primary ally of Menelmacar, once - and a fat lot of good it did us. They rarely bothered to respond to concerns, or questions, or requests - except when it suited them, of course, or they had something to gain.

"Many of you, I suspect, misunderstood my motive and my government's motive when we requested a seat on the board. We are not interested in your petty Consortium politics, and we are not interested in being able to control it: we are here because we desire trade. If the Consortium cannot maintain cohesion during a simple diplomatic meeting, then I fail to see it's usefulness in any way.

"But I'm certain that the good delegate from Tersanctus will merely scream once again, and attempt to dictate the movement and position of the conference. What a great diplomat he is."

Rihad is now openly scowling, and he has long since given up the air of calm: his amber eyes (quite remarkably stunning at the best of times) are now positively flashing with fury. His right hand rests on his left hip - this is interesting, as, usually, his sword would be there.

Rihad has to restrain his mind forcibly, as it strives to break his concentration and send waves of anger gushing out across the room - he appears to flicker somewhat, taking on the image of one who is present but not quite real, as his control over the Doom of Nenyankind slips momentarily. But it lasts for but a moment, and then the bare, cold fury of his expression is all that remains.

Chief Envoy Kwarliu looked at Rihad and, with a great sigh, said,

“I can understand your frustration. However, the CEO has exercised the power given to him by the charter of which we have all agreed to upon joining this organization. So, what’s done is done. If it’s any consolation, we did endorse you for the vacant spot on the board before Edmund chose Menelmacar.”

A slight wave of irritation washed over him at the mention of Menelmacar. Their interference during the Nekoa Bay negotiation had not gone unnoticed by Vrak.

“Anyways, I see that only the Brotherhood of Nod has put forth his candidacy for the position of CFO with support from…ah…let’s see: Presgreif, Crownguard, and the Eastern Bloc. Three “aye” votes. Forgive me Lord Alkanphel, but if you endorsed Nod earlier then I may have missed it. If you did cast in Nod’s favour, then it would seem that Nod would have four “aye” votes meaning that they would be the new CFO. This is, of course, assuming that the Chair and Vice-chair can actually vote. Still, Nod did receive the majority of the Board votes so barring unforeseen circumstances, I would say that Nod has this won. But, I would like final confirmation from our C - E - O.”

Kwarliu gave Edmund a hard look after emphasizing the final phrase slowly and deliberately, especially the acronym.

*Looks around wearily at the table, yet again ineffectual grabs for power here and there. The Tercero stood silently.*

"The nation of Crownguard resigns its membership as Director and resigns this alliance. We already see it evident that no economic boon will be found in this economic alliance from either side. We have neither had the favor or disfavor of any other nation here; Ma-tek, Melkor, Menelmacar, Presgrief, Vrak, and such. Yes, we are close friends with the Tersanctans in many ways, but the interests of our country must come first. We follow our own course. We dont see that changing in the future.

We hardly expect such nations who are acting this way to follow through with the requirements NECESSARY for a true alliance. We do not wish ersatz allies who may or may not respond as they see fit to erk one more gasp of political power from the rest as they fight between one popular candidate or another. To see faction leaders struggle to place their allies in key slots. That is not what this alliance was for...but for trade and trade only. Not suprisingly, everyone wants to be a Director or Officer in order to strangehold trade in their favor. This runs contrary to our idea of "economic boon for all".

I sincerely hope that this alliance works, and mayhaps Crownguard will join in the future. But at this present course, with present actions, the attitudes of the delegates here only cement my belief that there can never be commonality or true neutrality among those here for the benefit of all. I wish the best of luck to you, and hope you realize the folly being played out. Good day, ladies and gentlemen."

He silently nods his head, gathering up his papers as he made a phone call, starting from the hall.*

Rihad stands, states softly, "If you'll excuse me," and leaves the room in which the conference is being held. Once outside (and away from prying eyes), he leans back against the wall and fights the memories of the war with Morgoth - fights back the memory of the Fall of the Nargothrond, the deaths of each and every one of his family members at the hands of...

Softly, he butts his head against the wall, and emits a quiet growl of annoyance at his own lack of self-control.

Silently, eyes shut, he meditates, attempting to push away those memories - and the anger at Menelmacar for not doing something about the Fall. Why, they had just run away - and Alkanphel, well, his anger at Alkanphel was fairly obvious.

And so, when he returns to the conference, not more than two minutes after his exit, he appears far calmer, although the expression in his eyes is a deeply sad one.

He retakes his seat, and with an internal sigh, states in his more normal, soft voice, "My apologies for my outburst."

He ignores the voice that chastises him for appearing weak before an enemy, and instead listens to the one that tells him that he who admits his mistakes is a far stronger man than he who ignores them...

Kwarliu looked with surprise at the departure of the Crownguardians. Although they never dealt with them before they were respected in Vrak, at least from afar.

"Perhaps it would be best if we took a short recess at the moment. I would hesitate to say that there is an open seat for Director at the moment. We will attempt to ascertain what is going on."

With a quick wave of his flipper, Kwarliu signalled an aide who ran after the Crownguard delegation.

He then turned to the rep from Ma-tek.

"Think nothing of it. We are all perhaps a bit on edge right now. It is the way of things, considering the players involved."

A grin.

OOC: Crownguard, please check your t-grams.
OOC2: Ah, the above was written without reading the "Checkpoint" thread. Not exactly sure how to resolve the two in an RP sense.