NationStates Jolt Archive

Cordi’s soft, calm hands straightened Devlin’s tie.

“Think of it as just another party. Don’t let the pressure intimidate you, and you’ll do fine. There’s a reason you were chosen for this job.”

Devlin chuckled softly. Of course there was a reason. He was supposed to be the one person who could persuade the rest of the world to pay any attention to little Thyne. He had been appointed as the first Minister of the Exterior, and this was his big debut. Years of planning had gone into this festival, but they still knew that luck would be a major factor.

He cast an approving glance over Cordi's body. She had on a magnificent dress, courtesy of the government, that accentuated her lithe figure. He was glad she had agreed to become his assistant, although not just for her figure.

“By the way, you look great.”

Laughing, she replied, “So do you, Mr. Harx.”

She put her arm through his, and they walked out into the main ball room.

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Thyne had been content to keep to itself for two millennia, and the time spent as an European Colony had only reinforced the isolationist tendencies. It wasn’t so much that they ignored the outside world, but that geographical hazards had made outside contact difficult. Thyne was a Peninsula, and the almost completely blocked from the land by the White Horn Mountains, save for one narrow pass.

Excluding the harsh cold of the mountains, Thyne was a beautiful country, if a little warm and humid, in a rainforest. The capital city, Rok, was practically the only major city, by global standards, and was the crown jewel of the republic. The city’s foundations were as old as many European cities, and the first empire had started there, almost 1800 years ago. The city was now the most modern part of the country, and had experienced revitalization in recent years, as Thyne strove to prepare itself for the outside world.

Many new hotels had gone up, new sports stadiums had arisen, and the government had invested money in the local clubs and bars. A huge, city-wide party had been in the works for the past three years, and Devlin Harx had been appointed as Minister of the Exterior with the sole duty of getting Thyne on the map. President Refute had picked him mainly because of how efficiently he had lobbied influential people to aid their campaign. But this was different. This was important.

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Tomlinson Refute, the President of Thyne, lounged comfortably in his office, feet propped up on the desk, hands resting behind his head. Cass Domli, the Prime Minister, was reminding him of the importance of his speech, to be given in less than an hour. The way the government was set up, both the President and the Prime Minister were elected, but separately. Both had different powers, but were considered equal in the government. This was the second half of Cass’s second term, and only the first half of Tomlinson’s first term. Accordingly, Cass took it upon herself to advice Tomlinson on everything he did, something the President found highly irritating.

They had released a notice to the world, and every nation they could, inviting them to send diplomats to Thyne. Embassies would have to be opened later, as they had decided to wait and work closely with those governments in their embassies construction, and they also had no idea just how many, if any, countries would make an appearance or request an embassy.

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Janus Hooker, the Attorney General, looked at the Secretary of Defense, one Gen. Emmeke Ponton, with feigned interest, pretending not to notice Sar Veratch flirting with Ponton’s secretary.

“…and we have no guarantee that the country won’t be overrun with spies. Do you have any idea what….”

Janus nodded. The secretary stroked Sar’s chest. The Attorney General couldn’t repress a smile. It was widely known by everyone (except Ponton of course) that the secretary to the Secretary of Defense was widely promiscuous.

“Excuse me; I must relieve my bowels before the guests arrive.”

Janus got up and made his way to the sparkling clean men’s room.



OoC: Ok, this is my first rp here (although I have rped before), and basically my introduction to you, the people of the NS forums. Likewise, this is also Thyne’s introduction to the world. Please visit the site in my signature for more information, and if you have any questions, pm me or ask them here or something. Everyone is welcome to join, just send some diplomat of some sort (you can party in the nightclubs if the formal ball is too stuffy for you).

To: Government in Thyne
From: SS Emperor Joshua Norton, enroute to Thyne capitol

Dear (X) Sir, ( ) Madam, ( ) Fido:
I wish to extend my hand in welcoming you to the world stage. I myself
am setting off on a feel-good tour of nations on my navy's flagship, the [I
Emperor Joshua Norton[/I]. I see no reason that me and my followers
and whoever else is on this ship can't come ashore and kick back. My
nation is miniscule in comparison to your own; on a good day our
population reachs 1000. The freemen (we don't use the term 'citizen' like
other nations) in my nation enjoy extensive civil liberties and political
freedoms. Thanks in no small part to our Constitution which is made up
of only one sentence: "Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law."
Our legislature, made up of myself and whoever bothers to show up to the
Capitol with a six-pack, came up with that Constitution a year or so ago
during a party.

Now that I've gotten through that brief introduction, perhaps our two
nations can become friends. My nation is completely demilitarized and
I'm hoping that you could sign a non-aggression pact with us. My nation
wishes to expand trade with your nation as soon as possible if you are
willing. Will you accept my party to come ashore? All that other stuff I
mentioned is probably important, too, but let's deal with the here and
now, first. Perhaps one day you and I can go out and piss the night away
as old chums one day. Indeed do many things come to pass.

The Omnibenevolent Polyfather Freeman Malaclypse the Other, K.S.C.

The Armed Republic of Krioval is intrigued by your emergence into the international arena. From your brief notice, we are unable to discern the exact place and time at which your festival is to occur, but if you would be kind enough to furnish said information, perhaps a delegation could find the time to attend. From which sector of our population would you prefer the guests to come?

Lord Jevo Telovar
Director, Diplomacy and Trade
Armed Republic of Krioval

We are indeed interested in this attempt of introducing yourself to the international scale, and we would be grateful to attend if you could as to note where your meeting's exact location is, so that we may attend this.

Lord Nahk,
Red Patriarch of Jenrak

To: SS Emperor Joshua Norton
From: Ministry of the Exterior, Thyne

First and foremost, we would be more than happy to sign a non-aggression pact, as we have no plans for war or world-domination.

Next, we certainly hope that one day we can look back upon all this and say, “Remember when…”, and we believe this can the beginning of that relationship.

We appreciate your extensive political freedoms and civil rights, and we welcome you to come ashore.

The Festival is scheduled to start tonight and last a full two weeks, although you are welcome to stay longer, or, if necessary, leave earlier. Rok, the capital city, will be hosting. Rok is an ancient city, with lots of history, and lies on the Federine river, in the heart of the lush Rain Forest. Unfortunately, centuries of habitation and urbanization have taken their toll on the forest, and you will most likely have to make an excursion out of the city to fully enjoy it, although we do have a number of beautiful parks.

The simplest way to reach Rok is to go to the south-west coast where the Federine empties into the Ocean, and follow the river up to the city.

Devlin Harx
Minister of the Exterior
Republic of Thyne

Nahk Terraturari swiveled his head, as he glanced through the implants at the mirror that laid before him, lavishing and stark in contrast. Unable to find an appropriate garment that hid his hideous robotic parts and tight mask, he gave up his pervasion and decided to go in his dark robes, which was not entirely formal, although it disguised his deformities.

Outside, a plane guzzled out torrents of noise, as he shifted his eyes towards his gun. He never left without it, but to carry it would mean distrust. Taking his chances, the Arbiter walked out the door and climbed into the plane defenseless...

I shall be arriving in Rok in a couple standard days.

An aide rushed into the President’s office, where Cass and Tomlinson were still conversing. “Sir, Lord….” The aide looked at a sheet of paper, “Nahk Terraturari,
Red Patriarch of Jenrak, has embarked for the city. He will be arriving shortly, and by plane.”

“Well, let’s make sure everything is in order, and make things as convenient as possible. Secure a private airstrip. Send his pilot the coordinates. I will contact Mr. Harx, and we will make sure we are at the airstrip early, just in case. Will you accompany us, Mrs. Domli?”

The Prime Minister nodded, but she looked like she was lost in her mind somewhere, as she was prone to do.

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The Minister of the Interior, Sar Veratch, was busy getting dressed. Gen. Ponton’s secretary was still sleeping, naked, in the bed. But government officials had certain responsibilities, and responding to the summons of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court, Cylo Fer, was one of those.

He gave the secretary one last lustful look over and then headed out.

Nahk's jet-black pupils blended perfectly into the night sky that twinkled delacately with stars from above, and the far-off lights reflected off the ships hanging desperately on the horizon. A young woman, with smooth, radiant, long blood-red hair approached him, in a set of highly decorative robes, as beautiful as its owner. She was graceful and carefully sat down, not to wear away her expensive clothes.
"What news have you brought us?" Nahk asked.
"Us?" Ashili responded.
"I am more than one person, Ashili. Surely you have deduced that already." Nahk answered.
"I have no time for your sentiments. The pilots have received transmission for another landing course, a private airstrip in Thyne. Should we follow?"
"Yes."
"I am wondering as to whether you trust these people?"
"I trust no one. You know that perfectly well ever since Sasz Eren."
"Of course." Ashili answered, smiling wickedly. "The great battle of Jeg'Vaaktar. The battle that made you what you are now. An abomination."
"You are a cruel, manipulative, weak being, where if your face represented your soul you could turn people to stone with your look." Nahk answered angrily, his metal fingers tapping on the side.

OOC: Alright, the plane has reached the strip, but I added this conversation to show you that alot of my people need anger management. :cool:

The Omnibenevolent Polyfather Freeman Malaclypse the Other, K.S.C., stepped off of the SS Emperor Norton and onto the docks at the city of Rok. The Polyfather was a tall, broad, old man with long white hair and fairly thick sideburns. He stood about 6'4'' and weighed in at 188 lbs. Even though he holds such an important-souding title, the Polyfather's attire did not reflect this fact. He usually wore his grey robe, slippers, and, today for diplomatic reasons, a bowler hat. Around his neck was a pendant of the Sacred Chao, of which he was a Keeper. He held a cigar between in his mouth and reeked of marijuana and vodka.

Following behind him on shore were the Episkopos and the other Freemen on board the ship. The Episkopos are leaders of cabals and sects on the Big Island of St Norton. Many tag along with the Polyfather when he traveled and partied on the Emperor Norton. In another time and place, perhaps, the Polyfather and the Episkopos would be bitter rivals and blood enemies. The proliferation of drugs, the widespread belief in pacifist ideals, and the tradition of respecting others' right of self-determination has made them good drinking buddies, though. The Freemen are anyone, residents of St Norton or any other nation, that wishes to be called a Freeman and do not answer to a higher authority than themselves.

The Polyfather was in a drunken stupor and, with teeth clenching his cigar, shouted out to no one in particular, "Holy Hopalong Horus! Where the hell are we?" Freeman Raul D.B. volunteered an answer, "This is Rok, capital of Thyne. We are here for a party as you requested." The Polyfather wasn't paying attention and started off wandering around the city as the rest of his group decided to head to the party. The Polyfather would join them later, they thought, or they would find him passed out in the streets.

OOC: Sorry, this was hastily written so not much story-related content

Dear Sir.

My Head Ambassador failed to let me know that this Ball was taking place, he has already been punished(for this reason I have sent this letter myself), but please forgive my rudeness for not sending someone earlier, I will make sure a Delegate arrives as soon as possible.

Daniel Malson
Supreme Ruler
Hulsinia

OOC: Pa-tum-tum-tum. I'm gonna skip the exchange of letters of intent 'n skip straight to the entrance, as it were. Just as a note, I'm future-tech. I fail to see how that would be a problem in a party situation, but if it is...say so and I'll delete my post.

We'll just assume that a shuttle has already grounded because I'm goddamn bored and I -really- don't want to waste time writing a post about how a Revenian Diplomatic Service shuttle lands, mmkay?

IC:

The ramp would lower with the hiss of hydraulics or its equivalent, and with no fanfare whatsoever, the Revenian delegation would begin to offload. The two people of most importance were situated at the very front and very rear of the offloading queue...

First down the ramp was Field Administrator Sir Vernon Sevirek, the head of this delegation and the sole actual diplomat. Sir Vernon wore the traditional pure-white robes of the Administrator, and he held the tri-staff, both symbol of office and weapon of last resort, in his right hand. His stride was measured and purposeful, and he had the look of a man very much confident in his own abilities.

Sevirek was a tall, large man at six foot three and one hundred eighty s.pounds. His brown hair was cropped short, but seemed to refuse any sort of order to it. Not that it needed it. He had the distinctive silver eyes of the Halfling Ascended, and a strong face. That is, with very little fat to it. No pampered civil servant here.

Behind Sevirek were the usual assortment of hangers-on, hangers-off, incognito undercover bodyguards (not that Vernon Sevirek needed them...), people who -wanted- to be incognito undercover bodyguards, plus two very obvious bodyguards...who carried their rifles slung over their shoulders and smiled a lot.

Bringing up the rear was a fellow named Traegan Stark. Nobody but his mother called him Traegan, and only his buddies in the army called him 'Traeg.' Everybody else called him Ace.

You didn't want to know why. (The story as to why wouldn't make me any friends with the Association of Overprotective Catholic Mothers.)

OOC: Nice. :cool:

The Plane hummed as it hovered delicately above the airstrip, the wings shifting about. Nahk stood up, and his eyes shifted to the glowing lights that dazzled around the city.
Rok stood full abalze before him, and he clenched his fist, as a sharp pain twisted up his spine. His spinal alignment monitors had a short cut, but was then fully operational once again. Ashili however, stood up elegantly and unlocked the passenger rooms of the plane, and finally opened up the door to the plane itself. Nahk followed behind her, watching her carefully.
The two of them stopped at the bottom of the plane steps, and quietly Ashili asked Nahk,
"What do you think of this place?"
"It has no heart." Nahk answered.
"So you think that every city that does not corrupt the soul of their inhabitants is dead?"
"I did not answer with that."
"You answered near that."
"This is useless. Let us go find the meeting. Then the profit hour would be 3."
"You are even more detached than ever, Commander. Already you think that saving 3 hours worth of time is a veritable profit."
Nahk was quiet, but Ashili knew that he would speak, and that her remark had just cost her another chance at promotion.

To the ruling govnerment of Thyne

The Imperial Faith Union is most interested in the emergence of new nations upon the world stage and as such is naturally curious of Thyne.

We would be delighted to send an ambassador to attend this ball, and hope that it can lead to formal relations between our two nations despite obvious differences in climate, location and population.

An ambassador and retinue will be dispatched will all due haste toward Rok, arriving by Church aircraft. He will be accompanied by two squadrons of the Second Air Fleet who will turn aside to the Isamite Protectorate of Jynathi before they cross into your airspace.

As with all our ambassadorial teams he will be accompanied by his aides and a small number of the Nazareth.

I request that you send to me information upon your nation, particularly details of governmental structure, religion and culture.

Signed and sealed by the Grace of God,
Judas Tay,
Archbishop of Foreign Affairs.

(OoC: Sorry to keep you all waiting, but here we finally go. Also, just how much control is one allowed over other people's characters?)

Cass was the last to get out of the limo. Neither Tomlinson nor Devlin bothered to help her. Tomlinson didn’t really care, and Devlin was to busy thinking about how he should greet the guest. All three were silent as they watched the plane descend onto the runway. The low hum of the sleek black limo permeated the air, and the driver, with a bored expression on his face, stood by the door, waiting.

As the two guests descended from the plane, Tomlinson stepped forward.

“Welcome! I am President Tomlinson Refute, this is Prime Minister Cass Domli, and this good fellow here is the first ever Minister of the Exterior. If you would be so kind as to join us in the limo there, we can go, well, wherever. Jukar isn’t that bad of a driver.” Tomlinson winked.

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Saar walked absentmindedly down the street. His meeting with Cylo had been interesting, to say the least. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice the drunken Polyfather stumble by.

Cordi hurried down the hall. She had just been notified that an impressive looking delegation from Revenia had just landed. She saw Janus exit the bathroom, and promptly grabbed his arm and began dragging him along. The Attorney General shot her an amused glare.

“Is there where I make a quip about how it just could never work between us, babe?”

Cordi stopped and looked right at him.

“No. This is the point where you agree to save my ass by helping me welcome a delegation from a country called Revenia. Devlin, Tom, and Cass are all out welcoming another group.”

Janus nodded. “Ok. I guess they may not be entirely pleased with being greeted by only an aide. Not sure if being greeted by an aide and the Attorney General is that much better, but I’ll join you nonetheless.”

Cordi nodded, “Good. Let’s go.”

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To Judas Tay and Daniel Malson

A good overview of our country be found here (http://www.freewebs.com/thyne).
We look forward to your visit.

Nahk peered at two limos carefully approaching, his eyes watering with the dusty wind.
"I didn't know robots could cry." Ashili remarked.
"I am not a robot, and I did not cry." Nahk answered cunningly.
"Whatever it is, Arborgard would be interested in knowing it."
"Keep your faint accusations to your shriveled soul, girl."
"Very well, My Lord." She wrapped her arm around his cordially, and together, they walked down the stairs in the dusty wind onto the cold, hard cement. In the midst, the Red Patriarch sighted a limousine apporach. He wrested himself free of Ashili's evil grip, and they walked over as it stopped.
Someone shouted something eccentricly, but none of them heard it clearly.
"Let us go meet them."

OoC: You can decide what my guys do if you want, as long as it is within character. It should be obvious on what their personalities are: Nahk is half-man, half-cyborg who does not like being called a cyborg. He is a cunning leader, and not a smooth talker at all. He is a nice guy, but don't expect prince charming from him.
Ashili is beautiful, but a bitch. She is second in command of the Jenrak army, and is one rank down from Nahk. She hates him, he hates her, but she does this because Arborgard, the shadowy king of Jenrak, tells her to. She is a pawn of a greater power. She hates Nahk too, mostly because she thinks he doesn't deserve so much power.

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