NationStates Jolt Archive

Lady Destra was reviewing her papers given to her each morning on the current events of the world. There were so many nations out there that we hadn't been in contact with. There were so many people out there who needed help. Euroslavia was known for its humanitarian aid and its compassion for those who are less fortunate, but there was only so much that one nation could do.

Lady Destra sighed, and continued to review the papers. She put her hand through her long black hair, and yawned. It's been a while since she had gotten a good night sleep, and she knew that it would be quite a while before that day ever happened.

The day that tensions between nations stopped, wars ceased, and disease no longer existed was the day that she would sleep in. She laughed at that thought, and then went back to her work. A news report on local events in the nation of Greenmanbry had been brought to her attention. The report wasn't of any significance, but the name sounded familiar.

"Greenmanbry...we've interacted before...briefly." It took her a bit of time to think about it, and then suddenly, she remembered.

"Greenmanbry was a fellow member of NATO, when we were part of the alliance. We didn't exactly interact too much, but I always had a respect for them. I wonder how they're nation is doing now-a-days.." she muttered.

It's been a while since I've hosted a foreign diplomat in Euroslavia. Perhaps it was time for a conference? It would be a good idea to discuss current foreign affairs, as well as relations between the nations invited and Euroslavia. It seems as if Euroslavia had gone back into its isolation that it was in well before the Shogunate took power in Arcadia many years ago. The time was right, seeing as the nation had been back on its feet from the civil war, though it seemed like that ended just yesterday.

Lady Destra contacted her Minister of Foreign Affairs, and requested that she come to the throne room immediately. Within five minutes, she arrived, dressed up, and sat at the chair across from Lady Destra's desk. They both felt a little awkward, seeing as Lady Destra usually does her own diplomacy for her nation, and the Minister of Foreign Relations was often neglected. Perhaps it was time to end the stand-off.

"It's good to see you Rebecca. How've you been?" said Lady Destra in an odd manner.

"Things have been pretty quiet." she replied, as she gave the Lady a confused look. "I thought you wouldn't be needing me... ever. Why did you call me down?" as she talked in a rude manner.

"I need your help in choosing what nations should be invited to Euroslavia for a diplomatic summit. I'm looking to invite perhaps four or five nations to Arcadia for a discussion on relations between our nations, as well as relations between the invited nations. I've been looking over the recent events in the world, and have decided to invite a representative from Greenmanbry, as well as a representative from Midlonia; however, I can't seem to find any other nation that would be interested in starting relation with us. Thats why I called you. Perhaps you could send an invitation to the nations of the world, while being extremely selective on who participates. We can't have twenty representatives here. Obviously, nothing good can come out of that. It would be too disruptive. I'm counting on you to make the right decisions, and yes, I'm going to start letting you do your job more often. I admit, keep watch over Euroslavia is a tough task, and I need as much help as I can get." Lady Destra said in an innocent tone. She truly felt bad for basically taking over the Minister of Foreign Relations' job, and felt the tension in the air, but was hoping that reconciliation was in place.

"I'll get to work on that immediately." she whispered. Rebecca gave a slight smile, as to recognize Lady Destra's formal apology, and stood up and walked out of the room.


<<To: Nations of the World>>>
<<From: Rebecca Storm, Minister of Foreign Relations>>
<<Subject: Diplomatic Summit>>
<<Code Three: Encryption Required>>

As you are all aware, Euroslavia is seeking to expand its diplomatic relations with the nations of the world. We are therefore sending an invitation to all of those interested in starting some sort of friendship between their nation and ours to attend a diplomatic summit in our capital city of Arcadia. The topics that we are looking to discuss is the improvement of relations with each individual nation, as well as trade, international affairs, and the current incidents in development. To reserve your spot, simply respond to this invitation with your interest in attending, and we will get back to you as soon as we can. We must request that the amount of bodyguards for whomever is representing your nation be kept at a minimum. Leaders of nations will be guaranteed five Euroslav High Guard officers, as well as your own security officers, while diplomats will be ensured three Euroslav High Guard officers. We certainly hope to see a lot of you here in Arcadia.

Sincerely,
Rebecca Storm, Minister of Foreign Affairs

<<Transmission Ended>>
<<Message Encrypted>>
<<Message Sent>>

<OOC>
I could send a respresentative, if you want. However, unless you've changed your diplomatic regulations significantly, I won't be establishing a permanent Embassy in Euroslavia. We'll have to continue communicating through your representative at the UWP mission in my country.


TEO

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<Ministry of Foreign Affairs, Al-Salaam, IDDG>

The soft humming of the air conditioner was the only audible sound in Lord Ison's bedroom. In one corner of his living quarters, a vertical floor-to-ceiling slit, where the curtain ceased to cover the window, ushered in a minute amount of the sun's rays. The Minister of Foreign Affairs was sound asleep in his bed at the center of the room when a knock disturbed the room's serene atmosphere. He woke up slowly, never complaining, and moved to his private shower carefully.

Thirty minutes later, he was on his way to his office, carrying a large bundle of papers that his secretary had deposited at his breakfast table. Ranked based on importance, a message released on diplomatic channels by the Euroslavian government dominated the pile. Ison carefully placed the pile of papers on his desk and moved to the nearby bookshelves. He closed his eyes and opened a small, gold-plated box placed near a baroque clock that ticked away slowly. Taking out a Rosian cigar, he put the cigar to his nose and inhaled before proceeding to light it.

Ison moved back to his desk, cigar in hand, and read the communiqué released by the Euroslavian Minister of Foreign Relations. Diplomatic meeting, Ison shrugged. He put his glasses on and typed a few commands on his keyboard, bringing up the IDDG's intelligence dossier on Euroslavia. He skimmed the dossier, remembering Euroslavia's membership in NATO. Euroslavia never engaged in any dealings with Byrnashty the Dog, Ison thought, and yet, they are influential on the world stage. Perhaps it is time to improve relations with them? Ah, a meeting of international leaders. Lord Krekar has never travelled outside the borders of Greenmanbry. Come to think of it, he barely ventured out of the Nubian Complex. Whether we accept this invitation or not depends on his reaction to this message.

Lord Ison carefully set the message aside. He was due at the Nubian Complex for a briefing in an hour. This message can change the course of the Infernal Demonic Dominion's future, and he will definately strive to obliterate any reluctance Krekar displays while reading this communiqué.

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<Nubia Province, Sudan, IDDG>

A convoy of armoured Range Rovers snaked their way around the ancient pyramids of Nubia and the mountains of the Sudan as they made their way to the Nubian Complex. A massive "military training ground", fenced with barbed wire, suddenly materialized amongst myriad pyramids. A gate opened, and the convoy of sand-coloured Range Rovers entered through the gate, and proceeded to the heart of the complex before disappearing.

Lord Krekar sat in his office, looking over various reports and statistics, when Ison quietly entered the room, "Greetings, my Lord."

"Ison, you are early. What brings you here?"

"Lord, a message sent to the Dominion this morning, from the United Freedom Forces of Euroslavia."

"Ah, Euroslavia." Krekar, very familiar with the name from his readings into Euroslavia's history, took the folder from Ison's extended hand. He carefully studied the message, the signs of hesitation and reluctance obvious on his weathered features. Ison cleared his throat, "My Lord, this is essential to our international image. At the risk of sounding cliché , our actions speak louder than our words and, thus far, all our actions in the Middle East and the world have been in the form of military mobilization and threats against nations that harm our interests. A change of tone, especially with a nation like Euroslavia whom we consider friendly, can go a long way."

"A conference of international leaders. What is my opinion of conferences of international leaders, Ison?"

"You detest them. You despise them. You choose never to attend them."

"Precisely."

"Perhaps it is time to change that view, my Lord."

Krekar's cold grey eyes stared into Ison's soul. The latter refused to make eye contact with Krekar, and looked straight ahead. Krekar's eyes soon returned to the note in front of him. He held the note with his bare hands, hands that have killed people during Satanic rituals. Hands that have cut, bruised, and maimed enemies. No, not enemies. Victims. And it is with this hand that he would greet Lady Destra of Euroslavia. He turned his head away, disgusted. After what seemed like hours, he finally gave in to Ison's proposed course of action.

"I will attend." He muttered.

==

~ Encrypted Message
~ Official Communiqué to Euroslavia

TO: Rebecca Storm, Minister of Foreign Relations, Euroslavia
FR: Ison, Minister of Foreign Affairs, Greenmanbry
RE: Diplomatic Summit

I am delighted to inform your excellencies that the Infernal Demonic Dominion of Greenmanbry is extremely honored to be invited by yourselves to a diplomatic conference in Euroslavia.

Greenmanbry's bond of friendship with the United Freedom Forces of Euroslavia was first created during your membership in the New Alliance Treaty Organization, of which you were once a member along with Greenmanbry and many of our esteemed allies. Greenmanbry graciously accepts your invitation to attend a diplomatic summit with open arms, and we hope that our friendship is further cemented during this conference.

Lord Krekar, Ruler of the Realm, has decided to participate in this conference personally, and he will represent the Dominion's interests in this summit. I will also be attending and, as per your wishes, the number of bodyguards will be limited to two of our servicemen who will accompany the diplomatic entourage.

May this conference be fruitful, may the sun continue to shine on Euroslavia's shores, and may your gods bless you forever. Once again, we thank you for the invitation,

~ Lord Ison
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Infernal Demonic Dominion of Greenmanbry

~ End Official Communiqué to Euroslavia
~ End Encryption

OOC: I would really like to join this thread, but I'm probably not going to have enough time for another week. However, if no one else signs up I will gladly accept your invitation and write a more substantial post IC.