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Emissary Ihaba Svetlana von Steinberg straightened her burnoose for the twelfth time. There was simply nothing more to see out the windows then more and more ocean, and she was tired of reviewing forms and files. Her hand wandered over the intercom button, but what was there to say to the pilot she had not said before?

Bored, she reviewed the file on Inkana again.


The Sultanate of Inkana is a very large, devout nation, notable for its burgeoning Spiked Rhino population. Its compassionate population of 50 million enjoy extensive civil rights and enjoy a level social equality free of the usual accompanying government corruption.
The enormous, socially-minded government juggles the competing demands of Social Equality, Religion & Spirituality, and Social Welfare. The average income tax rate is 30%, but much higher for the wealthy. A healthy private sector is led by the Cheese Exports, Automobile Manufacturing, and Door-to-door Insurance Sales industries.
Extreme political groups are outlawed, the Spiked Rhino is a protected species, euthanasia is illegal, and refugees from other nations are flocking to Inkana's border. Crime is moderate, and the police force struggles against a lack of funding and a high mortality rate. Inkana's national animal is the Spiked Rhino, which frolics freely in the nation's many lush forests, and its currency is the Ankarna.


“They’re independent, I’ll give them that…” she shook her head. There just wasn’t enough information here to do more then guess – and guess wasn’t the best way to get anything done.

She flipped over to the trade data she’d been given. Vastiva was always interested in new and different foodstuffs, as the recently appearing black market in cheese products proved. It was the hope of Voyate Shumash ben Allen that Inkana could supplement Vastiva’s sudden cravings. Trade was the only plausible answer for the short term. On the opposite side, she saw immediately how the Vastivan powerhouse Book Publishing industry could aid Inkana – religion took books, social equality took books, the Inkanan government would need a huge slice of Vastivan information technology to balance the whole pie. Considering the recent uneasy alliance between the Book Publishing and Information Technology sectors, whatever the Inkana’s wanted, Vastiva could provide. Quid pro quo.

If it worked.

She put her head back and looked out the window at the endless blue expanse until she drifted off to sleep…

In a soundproof building in Scardomin City, some of Inkana's highest polititions debate a serious issue.
"We're in big trouble here people." says Director of the Tresury Okhanan
"We need to start trading soon or the whole economy's going down the drain."
"It seems no one needs cheese, our main export, by the way, anymore. And our Publishing Companies are barely alive, religion needs books."
"Well--what about trout exports sir?"
"Are you kidding?! A two month old nation can feed its country for a year for just half a mil worth of trout, its useless to us nowadays."
"Hrm..."
"Wait--what do we have here?"
Okhanan Picks up a file marked- SULTANATE OF VASTIVA
"Why-It's just what we need!
"What is it sir?"
"Its the country profile for Vastiva."
"Says that they need cheese and they have a powerhouse publishing and Information Technolegy sector."
"Our Prayers have been awnsered!"
"Get a message to Vastiva at once! We need to start trading with them!"

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"VAL flight 836 inbound calling Inkana flight control... we have a delegation onboard, please advise."

Flight 836, you may land at Scardomin City Int'l Airport.

The large 74SL banked gracefully against the clouds and settled into a landing pattern.

For a few minutes, Ihaba listened to the pilots chatter, but this too grew tedious in only a short time. Instead, she looked out the window and took in what she could see of Scardomin City.

OOC Short description of what she sees (climate, buildings) and how she is met (or not met) and what lodgings would be nice. :)

Scardomin Citty is located right on the southern coast of Inkana, as you prepare to land, you can see trading ships, or maybe an aircraft carrier or two comming back from incursions in Psov. When she lands, she will be met by a delegation party, protected by members of the Purple Betets. SHe will be staying at the Scardomin Hilton in the Private Sweet, there you will be completely alone, with all the privacy you need, a meeting will be held tomorrow morning at the Sultan's Palace Boardroom.

Ihaba considered herself in the mirror - not too shabby. There were sights to see in the city - perhaps after the diplomacy was over and she was a tad more disposable.

She wondered where the support vessels for the two carriers she had seen were - probably still on maneuvers somewhere. Inkana had a sizable navy. Always a good thing.

Inspiration struck as always. Duty called. She called the front desk. "Yes, this is... oh, sorry... A private line, you say?... Yes, if you would, I would like a copy of all the daily papers sent up. And one of each magazine in the news stand.... yes, those too.... how soon?... Delightful, thank you!"

She settled, turned on the television, and considered the room service menu, planning an evening of cultural studies.

"Miss Ihaba, you may come in now"

Inside the board room were many of Inkana's highest ranking officials, including the Sultan himslef!

"Greetings" Said the sultan.

Ihaba gave a courtly curtsey and genuflection.

"Ab-shalom and greetings, your Magnificence. We are most honored to be allowed into your presence for these negotiations."

"Thank you my friend."
"Now, on to business."
"How can my nation help yours?"

Deciding the diplomacy was best put directly, she began "Our nation is desirous of cheese imports. Two of the nations we were trading with for this commodity were both taken by civil war. As Inkana appears more stable, a stable trade could be decided upon. We would also look into importation of trout and any other native foodstuffs you had for commercial usage.

"In return, Vastiva has impressive Book Publishing and Information technology. We are also rather advanced in computer sciences and are beginning our space age."

She sat back, waiting for how that went over.

"This is very acceptable, grinned Sultan Krehid-Ali
"Perhaps a mutual defense pact would also halp vastiva?"

Ihaba nodded slowly. "We are always willing to defend our allies. Offensive actions, however, we respectfully keep the option of getting involved or not. Some events do not concern Vastiva, and we do not involve ourselves in pointless wars."

"We would also of necessity keep the option of not involving ourselves in a battle concerning allies of ours on both sides. Sheerly from a practical standpoint, you understand."

She considered the table for a moment. "Please realize, this would involve Vastiva only, not NATO, not TAPRES, not Antarctica."