NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I will assume everybody is seated already
On Atlantic-Island.

The Accord Hall – A huge reflecting dome – was perhaps one of the wonders of Allanean architecture and the sole architectural wonder of the Island. Today, after a pause of quite a few years, the Accord was meeting again. The first speaker, of course, was Alexander Kazansky, founder of the Accord.

He coughed, surveying the visitors.

Good day, Gentlemen!

Many of you were members of the Ali’Staan Accord – now simply the Black Accord – in earlier days. Today, we are renaming the Accord – due to certain diplomatic problems with the Five Kingdoms, and our desire to maintain diplomatic independence. Also, we are re-signinig the Accord, updating it in regards to copyright on weaponry in order to fit the lates international law standards. [OOC: http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Black_Accord ]

Today we will be discussing the Accord’s future. It’s role in a changing world. It’s policies. It’s perspectives. I do not attempt today to bend you to my opinion. Rather, I will listen to yours. Ladies and gentlemen, again, good day.

And Alexander Kazansky steps away from the mike, lending the floor to the next speaker.

Erm, Tag.

From where he was seated, near the back in one of the large concentric rows of raised seating, a tall, young man with black hair indicated his desire to speak. He rose from his seat, triggering his microphone as he did so.

"Greetings to the member nations of the Black Accord. I am Ambassor Motomiya, the Republic of Ancient Terra's Delegate to this honored organization. For many years, the nations of the UnAPS have been told that the Accord was our enemy; a rogue force to be feared. With the slow dismantling of UnAPS that has occured in the past few weeks, we have finally realized the truth: The Accord is an organization to be respected, not feared. You have done great things for the citizens of your nations, and I suspect that we will do many great things in the future."

He cleared his throat. "It is therefore my intention to formally announce that The Republic of Ancient Terra has become a signatory to the Ali-Staan Accord's Charter. Following a referendum of the Terran people, I have here a formal document, signed by Emperor Kamiya, Prime Minister Karn, Lord Admiral Ishida, and the vast majority of both the Terran Congress as well as the Terran House of Representatives. It seems as if the people of Ancient Terra have realized what you Signatories to the Accord have always known, and what we were so slow to realize: you have been in the right. I hope that the Republic of Ancient Terra will be accepted as a welcome and productive member of the Black Accord. Thank you."

Ambassador Motomiya sat down to an enthusiastic applause, although more than a couple of members pointedly remained silent. He understood that some wounds would heal more slowly than others, and that Terra's eventual acceptance would be through her actions, not her words.

Bob Minor was looking jittery. He;d never done this sort of thing before. As he began to rise to take the floor, he stopped, a hand rushing to his ear. He stoood there for about a minute, before proceeding to the podium. He cleared his throat.
"Assembled delegates, ladies and gentlmen, I have an announcement to make. A short time ago, a significant portion of the Ineffable naval forces left port to invade the nation of Dumpsterdam. In response to this, Ineffable High Command has ordered me to make this announcment.
As Foreign Minister for this alliance, it is the Ineffable Empire's position to make the economic warfare decisions, and as such we are calling the Ali- I mean Black Accord to place a full trade embargo on the member nations of the RWC, most especially The Macabees.
Thank you for your time."
He returned to his seat.