NationStates Jolt Archive

It is morning in Trekania...

Stephen G. Nunnery, President of the small nation of Trekania, scratched himself and shuffled into the kitchen of his modest Presidential Residence. Pouring a cup of coffee (with liberal amounts of milk and sugar), Stephen sat down to read the paper.

He then realized that he was President of a nation that had just sprung into existance fully formed, probably resulting from something he did last night. Stephen tried to remember, but could only recall that it involved Root Beer and pushing buttons.

Taking this in stride, President Nunnery only ran around in panic circles with his hands over his head, screaming like a little girl, for 15 minutes.

Afterwards, with a somewhat sore throat and a sore toe from the one concrete block in the whole Residence that wasn't sanded down, Stephen got to work scanning information sources.

Only becoming more confused, he decided to broadcast his nation's presence to the world, and hope that some benevolent Great Power would take pity on his tiny confused nation.

Of course, if the Great Power was malevolent, there would still be enough time to run for the hills in the distance.....hopefully they were part of Trekania and not another country...

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From: President Stephen Nunnery (trekanianheadhoncho@wahoo.yay.tre)
To: The Earth (waterrock@solsystem.milkyway.uni)

I bring greetings from my new nation! We are a friendly, hard-working people, and we wish to open relations with y'all.

To that end, I invite your Heads of State, or the closest thing you have, to a big party at my Residence in Trekania's capital, Kirkville.

(Read: Free food/drinks, and you don't have to clean up)

The above offer does not apply if you have a fetish for destroying small, helpless nations, in which case, delete this mail and pretend you never heard of me.

Cheers!

President Nunnery
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Out behind the Residence, President Nunnery was digging a bunker with his lovely golden-handled shovel.

"Hey, John!" He called to his Chief Scientist. "How far does nuclear radiation penetrate the ground?"

(OOC: Hey hey, another Trek nation! Ah, reminds me of when I first came to NationStates, having heard about it from the Star Trek game I play. But anyway...)

IC:

To the Armed Republic of Trekania:
The Dominion has reviewed your message and will consider further relations with your nation. We are interested in economic trade, and seek raw materials. We have much to offer in return.

-The Dominion

OOC: Space reserved for afternoon post.

We, the Dominion of Transnapastain, and the Directorate, welcome you to the world, we would seek to further relations with you.


If you're looking for a region, TG (Telegram) me

[/shameless plug] yes i know im horrible

Wow! Baureus is a new nation too.
Because of this, we have decided to befriend you, helping in financial crises and times of famine and drought.

And more too!

Oh yes, and take a look at Baureus's General Election.

Thanks and regards,
Henrik Polissik Thomsons,
Baureusian Police Force Head and President of the Republic of Baureus

In the top-tier offices fo Hreer Weapon Works, CEO Kargaah chomps on his over-sized cigar. Puffing on ocassion from the nostrils set atop his head, he views the days correspondence with share-holders, other company officers and trade contacts.

A forwarded comm from the Sakkran Diplomatic Corps arrives in his in-box as he scrolls through the various messages.

[code:1:1a683f0d59]
Ident: Advisor Bosska
Sakkra Diplomatic Corps
Dir: Offices of CEO Kargaah
Hreer Weapon Works
Sub: This looks more like your field...

Greetings, Kargaah...

We at the Diplomatic Corps have received this comm attached to the end of this message from a new nation. They seek diplomatic contacts, assistance and mostly, trade. We know you have had success brokering our trade relations in the past as Interim Trade Minister, and we ask you to do this yet again in service to the Empire. Your usual stipend would be included, of course.

Advisor Bosska[/code:1:1a683f0d59]
Snaf! Why don't they just make it official and name me Imperial Trade Minister already? These activities take away from my company! He chomps on his cigar some more, letting the cherry-scented smoke waft upwards. He iploads the forwarded comm and reads.


From: President Stephen Nunnery (trekanianheadhoncho@wahoo.yay.tre)
To: The Earth (waterrock@solsystem.milkyway.uni)

I bring greetings from my new nation! We are a friendly, hard-working people, and we wish to open relations with y'all.

To that end, I invite your Heads of State, or the closest thing you have, to a big party at my Residence in Trekania's capital, Kirkville.

(Read: Free food/drinks, and you don't have to clean up)

The above offer does not apply if you have a fetish for destroying small, helpless nations, in which case, delete this mail and pretend you never heard of me.

Cheers!

President Nunnery

These humans get odder with each passing cycle. He composes a reply, and sends it with a grin on his face. At least the Imperial Stipend is a generous motivational tool.

[code:1:1a683f0d59]
Ident: Offices of CEO Kargaah, Interim Trade Minister
Hreer Weapon Works
Dir:Offices of President Nunnery
Trekania capitol of Kirkville
Sub: Diplomatic Soiree Response

Greetings, President Nunnery

I am CEO Kargaah, of Hreer Weapon Works. I am authorized to attend your gathering for the purposes of discussing a trade pact. The fact that free food and beverage is included had no bearing on this decision by me to attend. Neither will the porposal that copious amounts of roasted meats be present.

I can arrange my own transport to your lands, save for one thing.

Where is Trekania on the map? Is it even on Earth? Some coordinates would be appreciated. In the meantime, I am ordering my flight crew to prepare the Corp Shuttle.

May you walk on warm sands.
CEO Kargaah[/code:1:1a683f0d59]

OOC: Just so you know, here's a snappie of ol' Kargaah.
http://www.5amfunnies.com/sakkra/Character/kargaah.JPG

President Nunnery cheered. "Hey, all right! Nobody's attacking us! Buford, set the tables!"

Buford, the butler, nodded and rushed off to boss around the other servants.

Stephen cracked his knuckles and set back to writing replies.

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To the Dominion of Rhinara:

Greetings! We welcome your trade, as our nation currently has a surplus of raw materials such as timber, iron and fish. I look forward to meeting you.

President Nunnery
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To the Dominion of Transnapastain, and the Directorate:

As of right now, we shall stay in the North Pacific. I thank you for your offer, however, and I hope that our relations shall be peaceful and beneficial.

President Nunnery
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To the Republic of Baureus:

I am interested in cultivating close relations with your nation. Perhaps we could come to some mutual defense agreement?

President Nunnery
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To the Sakkra:

Enclosed is a map of our location. We are located in the Earth's North Pacific Ocean, approx. longitude 170 degrees West, latitude 35 degrees North. The capital, Kirkville, is the largest black dot near the center of my nation.

I hope we can find common ground. Quite honestly, I've never dealt with a being from off-Earth before.

http://www.photodump.com/direct/Rocketman/ScreenSave21.jpg

Here's Hoping,
President Nunnery
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"Buford, fire up the big grill, we've got a lot of guests coming!"

President Nunnery cheered. "Hey, all right! Nobody's attacking us! Buford, set the tables!"

Buford, the butler, nodded and rushed off to boss around the other servants.

Stephen cracked his knuckles and set back to writing replies.




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To the Dominion of Transnapastain, and the Directorate:

As of right now, we shall stay in the North Pacific. I thank you for your offer, however, and I hope that our relations shall be peaceful and beneficial.

President Nunnery
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"Buford, fire up the big grill, we've got a lot of guests coming!"

Indeed, so let it be, if you need any assistance, please eel free to ask

Kargaah reads the reply from President Nunnery, and laughs a long, loud roar! "He thinks we're extra-terrestrials! HRAR!" One of his aides runs in at the loud sounds, and spies the CEO laughing in a fit. He walks over and peers at the message, and *ahem*s.

"You know, this could be advantageous for us. If they believe us to be off-worlders, they may attempt to bring their best trade items to the table first."

The CEO stops laughing, and begins to get a sly look on his features. "Indeed. Didn't think of that. The wheels are turning.....let me be for a few moments while I hatch a scheme." The aid turns, and walks towards the door. "You gonna try the ol' trinket swap?"

"Maybe, but not immediately. Let's see where this goes. Is my personal shuttle ready?"

"That it is. I'll inform you crew that you'll be there shortly. Bringing your personal chef with you?"

"Of course!" Kraah cracks his knuckles, and begins to compose a reply.

[code:1:948910b91c] Ident: Offices of CEO Kargaah, Interim Trade Minister
Hreer Weapon Works
Dir:Offices of President Nunnery
Trekania capitol of Kirkville
Sub: Coordinates Received

President Nunnery,

Your transmission came through clearly. I am at this moment preparing to leave my homelands aboard my personal shuttle. ETA to Trekanian Airspace is four hours or so. May this endeavour prove fruitful for all involved.

CEO Kargaah[/code:1:948910b91c]

Kargaah sends the message, and then leaves his office, yelling "And make sure Cook loads up on that Roasted Boar with Peccary jiblets! I have a mighty hunger just thinking about it!"

Hum... who to send, who to send...

The dark-skinned man, looking much younger than he has any right to, scratches his fingers through his well-kept mustache and goatee. Hesche just got back from Xanthal... no, they don't deserve that. Need someone high up, but Speaker's relatively busy... Hell, it's been a while since I've gone wandering about. I think... Treznor's party was the last.

He thinks up a response.

###BEGIN TRANSMISSION###
~>Route: Automata AK1 - Angelus Archailect - Titan YutLink - Trekania
:
{I couldn't help but see your message. We're quite interested in meeting}
{new people and I will be over shortly, if that is acceptable. We can discuss}
{terms of trade, as you mentioned, or we could simply get to know each}
{other better.}

{I look forward to both... but primarily the latter.}
:
~>Route closed
###END TRANSMISSION###

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Advisor Automata Alshai Kommetrez
International Relations Section
Federation of Scolopendra

Hopping out of his chair, he passes through the cubicle farm of the Executive Apartments and takes up his battered old trenchcoat and fedora. I'm going out on a little ride to meet strange new people, he announces, deftly tying the belt around his waist.

"Have fun, Bob," Speaker-Rrit calls from his office door.

Will do, Speeks. Slipping through the stairwell access door, he runs up a few flights to the rooftop, hops into Magician, spins up the drives and takes off.