Grandora Libbyeze
25-11-2005, 04:32
In need of assistance,
I write to all of you to plead for your help. I fear that my country has been betrayed in the worst manner. I see sickness, poverty, unemployment and I fear I can do nothing. I have trusted those that are not trustworthy and by doing that have abondoned by own morals. A dear friend to me, who was considered my co-partner in the running of this state has made decisions I do not approve off, created alliances with men and women who are cruel and inhumane. I am the head of this state, and yet have no power. I plead for any help you can over.
Sincerly,
Allianna Montego-Charlston
The Queendom of Grandora Libbyeze.
"All right. So we'll consider the issue of re-opening the Elvardom Uranium Mine dealt with--it's a nice boost to the economy and frankly, we need the uranium."
Lady Bryce nodded wearily and sighed, tapping the tip of her pen on the notes before her. Cabinet meetings were getting more and more strained these days, as they always did towards the end of the year. The recent Cabinet reshuffle hadn't helped either. People were worried. Shaking her head as if to dislodge the thought, she asked, "All right. What's next on the agenda?"
The Foreign Minister piped up suddenly. "There's a small nation in the North Pacific, Grandora Libbyeze. Five million people, basket-case economy... corrupt government. The country's nominally ruled by one Allianna Montego-Charlston, but her power has been undermined by a high-up official who's taken the country down to the dirt."
Lady Bryce nodded impatiently. "Yes, yes... get to the point, Mitchelle."
"Well the ruler--the powerless one--has sent a discreet call for international aid for the situation."
"What sort of aid are we talking about?"
The Foreign Minister leaned back in her chair. "I suppose she wants the situation stabilised and power returned to her. By all accounts she was a good leader, for not being a democracy..."
"I doubt they can survive a democracy, from what you've said. I thought we were on a non-interventionist bent?"
One of her political advisers frowned. "We need some positive international and regional support--the whole Rathanan thing's left a bad taste in everyone's mouth. One or two selected interventions..."
"Well... so what do you suggest, Mitchelle?"
"Boost their economy, trade deals and so forth--but we deal only with the head of state. We can only recognise her as the rightful political leader of the nation. It will start undermining this... usurper."
"Wait, I've heard this one before. Remember what happened in Somalia?"
The Defence Minister smiled coldly. "If our aid shipments are attacked, we will destroy the attackers. It'll be a walk in the park, my Lady."
Lady Bryce sighed. "Fine... this better work."
***
To: Allianna Montego-Charlston
From: Office of the Governor
Warmest greetings,
The Commonwealth of Chimaea wishes to open diplomatic relations with the The Queendom of Grandora Libbyeze. We invite Grandora Libbyeze to open an Embassy in New Sydney and request to do likewise.
The Commonwealth also wishes to discuss the possibility of trade deals and aid to your nation with a view to boosting your economy. We request a state-level meeting between yourself and Governor Tanya Bryce in New Sydney to fully discuss the situation.
Regards,
Lady Tanya Bryce,
Governor of the Commonwealth of Chimaea
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OOC: New Sydney is the capital of Chimaea. I've assumed that Allianna Montego-Charlston is in fact female, going by the name.
IDS Inevitable Fury, Turath Battlegroup, North Pacific Ocean
The Inevitable Fury was, and had always been, an integral part of the Turath Battlegroup. Technically the Battlegroup was actually at anchor in the Bay of Turath, on defense duty. Technically the entire navy was on defense duty, actually...
...and had been for some time. Of course, solitary ships were the exception. Every major ocean had a single ICEL warship in it's waters - fortunately, there weren't that many major oceans, or the operation would have proved expensive.
It wasn't required. It was, in fact, utterly superfluous to the requirements of an armed forces with global reach.
However...
"We're here, and that's that," as Lieutenant Commander Philip Raven often told his whinging XO.
The XO was allowed to whinge; it was, as he often remarked, part of the job description - since the XO was the nightside commander, and nobody liked being awake at night...
Well, whinging should have been part of his job description, but technically it wasn't.
Waffling opening narrative aside, we find Raven upon the deck of his mighty (well, fairly) vessel. This might not seem strange, but his crew had taken much time to get used to the eccentricities of their Human commander.
Such as being able to look upon the sea and not be filled with fear, for example. Nenyar could not look upon the open water without fear. It was thus quite bizarre that a Nenyar-dominated state would build powerful surface warships... But the Guild of Sociology had long since explained that away.
Raven sighed as he leant upon the rail. The rail wasn't usually there; he had to lug it up here, every time he came up on deck. The deck wasn't, either, meant for people to walk on. He had to watch his step - sensor clusters occupied every third invertable deckplate. The Chief Engineer did not take kindly to his sensor clusters being trodden on, after all.
Raven gazed out across the water. There was no land in sight, of course. In order for that to be the case, the warship would have needed - probably - to be inside someone or other's national waters... and the Commonality had no allies in the Pacific. No military allies, Raven corrected silently.
Still, the message had been plain. The orders were clear. The Ambassador would arrive in just a couple of hours - and that was why Raven was up here. He'd see the light soon enough - although not the light he'd prefer to see.
With her concerned captain leant on a railing at the bow of her low-to-the water form, the Devastator-class destroyer glides easily through the sea.
[OOC: Well, I was going to do more, but then it occurred to me: I don't know if your nation has a coastline! Grandora Libbyeze... does your nation have a coastline? *g*
And don't worry. No invasions here, no force projection of any kind - no... nothing of that sort. We're nice and peaceful these days, ta.]