NationStates Jolt Archive

The meeting between Der Fuhrer and the Sultan would take place in a small government office in Munich. At all exit would stand armed gaurds of Der Fuhrer. Two of the Sultans gaurds would be allowed to accompany him into the office, two of Der Fuhrer's gaurds.

Der Fuhrer would take his seat at one end of a small table, stretched out slightly. He would pour himself a glass of beer, offering the Sultan the same.

"Good afternoon, Sultan. How is your kingdom?"

The Caliph took a look at the drink and put it aside.

"My Caliphate is doing well. How is your....thing.".

The Caliph took a look at the drink and put it aside.

"My Caliphate is doing well. How is your....thing.".



Der Fuhrer would caugh slightly, apparently uneasy with the matter he must bring up. "My thing is doing vell, thank you. Mein Caliph...uh...my government officials have come across the...tourists...you sent." Der Fuhrer would remain silent, an inquisitive eyebrow raised, awaiting the Caliph's explanation...excuse...anything.

The Caliph responded bluntly. He saw how beating around the bush led to the death of Icovir's Golden Age during the reign of the last Caliph.

"The 'tourists' were spies sent to your country to moniter your move and report back to us.

We have record of you readying for war against a nation. And we cannot have that.

Our advice is that you stop your threats to the peace and stability of that nation, or face the hellfire we will bring.".

The Caliph flinched on the last sentence. He may have been too blunt.

The Caliph responded bluntly. He saw how beating around the bush led to the death of Icovir's Golden Age during the reign of the last Caliph.

"The 'tourists' were spies sent to your country to moniter your move and report back to us.

We have record of you readying for war against a nation. And we cannot have that.

Our advice is that you stop your threats to the peace and stability of that nation, or face the hellfire we will bring.".

The Caliph flinched on the last sentence. He may have been too blunt.


Der Fuhrer's face would turn beet red, a scowl developing upon his face. "Like I did not know zat, Icovir. The spies were apprehended, they do not have any information to return to you. We shall return to you the spies when it does so suit us. Zat said, ve have no intentions of any attacks towards you. However, that soviet state and her allies must be eliminated. They pose a direct threat to our State, and must be eradicated. Further..."

One of Der Fuhrer's gaurds brandishes a treaty.

"...we offer you a pact. We won't attack you, you won't attack us. Further, I offer you mein aid in the course of your going to war. Likewise, I request your own military aid should any nation more powerful than mein own attack."

The Caliph thought deeply about this. What if one of his own allies attacked the nation?

And, the Fuhrer was also anti-soviet. Which meant anti-communist.

The Caliph would sign it, but he had an idea in his head.

He took out a pen and signed the treaty.

Would sign the treaty also, and snap his fingers. In a moment, the spies would be brought into the room with them. "Very good, then, Caliph. Before you all go, please stop by one of our steak houses."

The Caliph said: "Fine, sure.".

Ths spies were brought into the room. The Caliph embraced them, said "Asalaam Alaykum", and walked towards the door.

Little did they know what the Caliph had in mind...

As the Caliph leaves, Der Fuhrer would adress his comrades. "Make absolutely certain that they do in fact leave. Do not let them out of your sight until they do." With that, he himself would leave with a small number of body gaurds and leave to return to Berlin.

The Caliph and the spies returned onto "Air Force One". The plane would then take off along with the escort fighters.

"Icovir will avenge you and all who suffer under that evil man" said the Caliph to the spies.

"We may have signed the peace treaty, but there are no peace treaties when it comes to violations of human rights".