NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you are not a memeber of the Allied Powers region, then feel free to watch this thread, with the occasional OOC Coment, but otherwise, please keep out.
IC:

The cool breeze signified the end of winter. It was comming shortly, and spring would soon be upon the nation of Imitora. First Speaker Anna Fratelli sighed lightly. Less than a year ago, she would have been sitting on the lawn of Northampton's Weststiles University, enjoying the weather. However, the day Fortier had been shot, she had been the first intern to the office, and they needed a leader, so she was the candidate. It had been just over a year. Fortier was fine, but he himself said it, he was out of politics, for good.

Recently, Imitora had just moved back into the Allied Powers region. Once one of the powerhouses, a previous First Speaker had removed the nation from the alliance, and region, feeling it had all gone to hell. However, things change. One thing Fratelli remebered was that Imitora was at its peak while in the Allied Powers. She had moved the nation back into the alliance, and reopened ties. However, she knew more was needed. It was time for another regional confrence, to figure out what the region needed to do to be great again.

As she wrote a letter, adressed to the other nations of the Allied Powers, she knew the risk she was taking. But then again, Fortune Favors the Bold, as the saying goes. She finished writting the letter, and had a copy sent to every nation in the region. Hopefully, this would work.

From The Desk of First Speaker Anna Sophia Fratelli

Esteemed Leaders of The Allied Powers Nations,

It has been far to long since we have sat down, and figured out where we stand as a region. We used to be a symbol of hope and power, the light that the oppressed looked too, the city on the hill. Now, we have fallen to disaray. We are no longer the strong, mighty region we used to be. Becuase of this, I invite you all to attend another regional confrence. We must again unite, and become a major, strong, force in the world. I hope that you will all attend, and that we can reform bonds that have long since fallen apart. For those who attend, I will have an agenda, and plan, ready when you arrive. I again hope to see many there, and that this will be what is needed to strengthen the region again. Respectfully

*signed*
First Speaker Anna Sophia Fratelli
First Speaker of Imitora, Protector of Her Peoples, Gaurdian of Her Lands, Leader of Her Forces, First Among Equals

OOC: this takes prior to my "Festival of Poseidon"

IC:

The Scarab shuttle class was over a century old. When Atlantis had bought it from Crimmond, it had still seen years of sevice. But like other classes of the Atlantian fleet (ones of actual Atlantian design), it had held up well.

It left the Olympia Alpha in orbit, the flagship of the fleet. Heading for Imitorian territory, Senator Andromada layed back in her seat. She was starting to feel her age, 135 by Terran years. Atlantians lived for over 200 years, and she aged more slowly then even normal Atlantians. She looked only 40. But, even this would pass. A few years ago, she and the late Senator Orion had put together a genetic engeneering project. This had led to the creation of the Anubite race. But there had been an underlying reason to the project.

Orion had wanted to become immortal. He had seen the technology the Elarians possesed in the feild, and he wanted to equal it. Andromada, now in charge of the senate, wanted her youth back. She was getting old, and like Orion was to his death, still single. She wanted life. But time only know how long it was until the project was done.

The shuttle decended into the atmosphere. It had been at the time of Orion's death, in fact, the very same hour, when she had made the desision to leave the APTO. And here she was, back. Everything had gone full cycle.

"ETA: 30 seconds" said the pilot. Andromada smiled, opening her eyes and sitting up. It was time. Next to her, Admiral Vega, leader of all Atlantian forces sat. He was not a Senator, but in many aspects, he had taken on the roll of one. She trusted him with her life.

The pilot sent the signal to the Imitorian government, signalling their arrival.

As the Scarab descended, it was flanked by three F/A-86C Archangels, and escorted into Northampton International. It was guided by a ground crew to a hanger, where a black 760iL stretch limmo waited. The two representatives were escorted by four ISS Diplomatic Protection Services operators, and from there, the Limmo drove to the Northampton Diplomatic Reception Center. They were lead inside, where another ISS team lead them into a room on the third floor. It was large enough to hold many diplomats, but at the same time small enough so that people wouldn't need to shout across the room.

The main table was a large, oak piece, circular, with a glass plate covering. Unlike previous meetings, data pads were not present, instead replaced with three standard legal pens, and three elegant fountain pens. Fratelli had studied the many previous confrences, and had come to the conclusion that one of the many downfalls of the precious confrences was that certain representatives could easily transmit secret messages and comments back and forth durring the confrence. The use of regular pads of paper and pens would eliminate that to a degree.

Upon entering the room, the delegates were offered coffee and drinks, and told to take any chair they liked. The agents left the room, and quickly after, the door opened, and a young attractive female stepped into the room. She walked over to the Alatians, and offered her hand to shake. "First Speaker Anna Fratelli, its a pleasure to finally start to meet our allies," she said, confidently.

OOC: For refrence, Fratelli. (http://www.timharmonphoto.com/img/samaire.jpg)

President Derek Jackson took a deep breath as the sleek fuselage of the jet entered Imitoran airspace. It had been quite some time since the Feud that had split them. Times since had been quite peaceful and uneventful, but with old blood anew, there was still hope for the alliance that had held together so many nations for so long.

Times back home had changed, also. Jackson received serious flak from Conservatives, Blues, Greens, and Liberals alike for not holding the fabric of the APTO together... allowing the disintegration of the great alliance. In addition to this flak, Jackson's politics had been gradually changing, instigating anger among fellow Liberals. He was no longer a welfare state liberal as before, but neo-liberalism had taken its place in his politics, though not completely yet. A split in the Liberal Party between the Liberals and Neo-Liberals was rumored, another chance to damage his reputation... and chance of reelection.

The Imitorans had once been honored allies of New Genoa, before slowly slipping away into a nation New Genoa was neutral to, but cautious of. But now was the chance to rekindle old ties and revive an old alliance. Derek took another deep breath under the rumbling of the engines as the jet slowly descended.

As the New Genoan plane began its descent, two F/A-96Es flanked it, guiding it in. As with the Alatian delegates, President Jackson was escorted from the aircraft to a black, stretch 760iL, which brought him to the confrence center. He was allowed through security, and escorted to the confrence room.

Upon entering the room, Fratelli looked away from the Alation delegates, and walked over, nodding slightly as she extended her hand. "First Speaker Anna Fratelli, its a pleasure to finally meet you, President Jackson."

OOC: pissst, Immy. Its "Atlantian", not "Alation" ;)

IC:

"Thank you. It is good to be back" said Andromada, just before Fratelli turned to face the new commer.


The Senator looked over at the New Genoan president, and gave a slight nod. She said nothing though.

(OOC: Me post soon.)