NationStates Jolt Archive

Baltika-City, Daikatana, Allanea

Baltika-city used to be a small tourist resort. During winter- which was rather mild here, anyway – it housed only about two thousand people before the One-Day War. Largely ignored by the massive bombardment of the Martian hordes, it now grew exponentially. Some people attributed it to the influence of the big government building that now towered there – the PIVO headquarters. A large, 140-story complex housed the representatives of various Allanean, Taraskovyan, Terran and Mirkaian police and intelligence agencies. It was the seat of the High Overseer of PIVO, and the Allanean Chief Degustator. Interestingly, it was also the seat of Pyotr Yebanutiy, the head of the Allanean Project Egypt.

The town has indeed grown larger, thought Yebanutiy as he closed the curtains of the big office he was in, taking one last look at the resort. After one of the big Jericho dishes was installed in the area, together with a couple of anti-orbital ion cannon, the local population began to grow, providing services not only for the thousands of people who worked in the PIVO HQ, the hundreds of employees at the Jericho plant and the soldiers manning and protecting the cannon, but also to the strange people who came and went by the town – Khristians, mainly, for rumour had it that a training camp was nearby. Right now, mused Yebanutiy, the population must have hit 15,000 – and most of them didn’t even know what was going on.

He looked at the wall of the room, on which, simmetrically on both sides, two Khristuan flags hung. Between them was a large screen, burning with a simple Microcosm WindowsXP desktop. The wallpaper was, of course, the PIVO logo – and overflowing beer mug. He smiled quizzically at the mug. He had plans for today, and they were good ones. Perhaps he would reward himself with just such a mug, at the end of the day. He hoped he would deserve it.

Yebanutiy looked at the long table in the room. He probably wouldn’t need all the seats – not all forty, for sure – but the long oaken ( plastic, really, but oak-like plastic) surface looked impressive. He sat at the head of the table, in front of a laptop, and got ready to wait for his visitors.

OOC: Do me a favour. If you ignore/hate Allanea, do not post here about it. Message me about if you wish. Leave me alone and don't spam my threads with it. That is all.

Peter Ikiri, leader of Zara-Khrista, calmly walked in and sat down in one of the chairs by the long fake oak table.

Baltika-City
Daikatana
Allanea

The doors opened wide and two persons stepped into the room, quickly directing themselves towards the table. One was a man, the other was a woman, both wearing black uniforms, with Kaskad patches (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v77/Namellar/kaskad.jpg) on their arms. Both were wearing blood red berets, the faces beneath hidden by a black metal mask that covered their faces entirely, as well as parts of their heads. The black visors of their masks surveyed the room as they sat down, the man presenting himself and his colleague, talking in a standard synthesized voice expressing no emotions whatsoever.

"Colonel Polkovnikov," - he made a slight nod with his head, - "Major Mayorova," - the woman nodded slightly as he spoke. "Kaskad."

Yebanutiy takes a deep breath. As he clicks something on the screen of his laptop, a MC Paint applet appears on the huge screen. It shows a high-resolution grafic of the ADK map. He nodded as another screen appeared in one of the walls, showing the Mirkaian representative

Ladies and gentlemen, we all know why we are here. We are here, because we all know – what is being done to the Khristian people on Mercury is not moral, not legal, and neither is it good for us. Today, Mars is complaining that they don’t have peace. I say, as long as they deny the Khristians on Mercury the most basic freedoms, they will not have peace. Today, we begin the reconstruction of the Khristian homeland – Abu-Dhabi Khrishtatata. The Khrishtians, since the have little assets, will aid monetarily. I propose that the Allaneans will haul in raw material for it. The Mirkanians informed me they will provide ecological advice on the last phase. I understand the Taraskovyans have contributions to offer as well.

This will open a gate to a new peace and understanding – not only for Khristians, but for every nation in this room – nay, for the whole Solar System itself. Let us all pitch in and work – for peace, for freedom, for our future.

Long live Abu-Dhabi Khristatata!

He continues, talking to the Colonel: “So, what is the Taraskovyan contribution?”

OOC: This was debated with Mirkai’s player on IRC

((OOC: I'd just like to say, in the interest of my as of yet non-existant reputation, Mirkai is only doing this out of interest for ecological balance and concern for the eventual animal life. We do not endorse or support any other aspect of what Allanea and ADK are doing.))

The doors slid open once again, and three people walked in. A man dressed in a simple black suit: Jyou Kido, Terra's head PIVO representative. He was flanked by two imposing figures: A tall, young man dressed in a pure white Admiral's uniform. Though he wore no medals, five stars adorned his collar. His companion, a young woman dressed in a similiar uniform, made no comment as she slid into her seat.

Mr. Kido, however, smiled. "Mr. Yebanutiy, it's a pleasure to be here. May I present Lord Admiral Yamato Ishida, current Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, and Vice Admiral Miyako Inoue, Commander of the 1st Fleet."

He noticed a couple of brows furrow in the room, and hastened to explain. "Ordinarily, I wouldn't need to bring non-PIVO officials into this discussion...however, under the Terran Constitution, all public projects come moderately under the joint control of the Terran Senate and the Military during wartime...and unfortunately, Terra is currently embroiled in a conflict."

Vice Admiral Inoue nudged Kido in the ribs. "Jeez, you make it sound as if we're not welcome" she joked. "Don't worry, Mr. Yebanutiy, we share Mr. Kido's dedication to this project, and you will recieve full support from the Republic of Ancient Terra. Emperor Kamiya has taken a personal interest in this project."

Admiral Ishida nodded. "Yes. Seeing as how Terra has focused primarily on naval power in the past 20 years, it is fitting that we would devote out efforts to restructuring the coastline of ADK."

The masks the two Kaskad officials were wearing came in very handy, for nobody could remark the expression of utter boredom on their faces as they 'listened' to the heart breaking speech on the fate of Abu-Dhabi Khristata and of its citizens. Indeed, the Taraskovyans weren't known for being compassionate and, moreover, when they were in a venture only for the money. And maybe test some new toys out.

Polkovnikov yawned silently behind his mask, making a slight motion to Mayorova, who spoke in a synthesized female voice.

"The Taraskovyan Federation will participate in the project via private corporations specialised in the relevant tasks. To make a long story short - our companies will be charged with the task of raising the land above sea level. However, due to several factors, our companies will not burden themselves with restructuring the exact coastline. So I believe the Terrans will take this task.

On the official level, the Federation will have nothing to do with the project and will only intervene if the safety of its citizens is endangered."

Petr Yebanutiy grinned happily. This has gone on well - better, in fact, than he expected it to. He expect the process to drag on for hours and hours on end, with countless argument and division. This was good. Wonderful, even.

"Good thing," he thought. "I earned my beer."