NationStates Jolt Archive

It was another hot day in the capital of Khaqir. The city of Mestir had been chosen as the site for the negotiations because of the long-standing neutrality of Khaqir and the simple fact that it was isolated from any terrorist attacks. To the northwest stood the Plalkoij Mountains, and to the southeast the Prazdin Desert stretched to the horizon.

The Qarian helicopter carrying Jakub Wozniak and his bodyguards landed in the Mestir International Airport. A black limousine pulled up near the landing pad, and the driver got out to open the passenger door. Without saying a word, the Oligarch of Qariak stepped out of the helicopter and directly into the waiting limousine while being closely followed by his three bodyguards. The limo then departed for the building in which the negotiations would take place.

OOC: Damnit. I see that resurrection does not save my post count. And I almost hit 1000 too... :(

Hassir Selfirski stood waiting at the front door of a tall, square building. He was expecting the Oligarch to arrive any minute now. As the representitive for Khaqir, it was his job to be the intermediate for the negotiations taking place today.

Finally, a long black limousine arrived at the front door. A man that Hassir recognized as Jakub Wozniak came out of the car followed by three tall, muscular men. "Welcome sir, come right this way. The premier of Tenebricosis has already arrived. I expect the talks will begin shortly..." The oligarch said nothing and walked through the front door of the building.

"Please sir, follow me to the meeting room," said Hassir. He led the men into a room with a large table and many chandiliers hanging from the ceiling. The table was covered in papers and sitting at the far end was Rerek Gordonovich, the Premier of Tenebricosis. Oligarch Wozniak took his seat across from Premier Gordonovich, and the peace talks began.

Premier Rerek Gordonovich, highly esteemed dictator of Tenebricosis, six time winner of the Tenebri Bass Fishing Championship, was stuffing his face with rice pudding. He stopped eating for a few seconds to acknowledge the presence of Oligarch Jakub Wozniak.

"Hey, Wozzy, glad you could make it! Have you tryed this rice pudding? It's amazing! It feels ALIVE!" sputtered Gordonovich, flecks of food flying from his mouth.

Hassir approached him. "Actually, sir, those are stewed maggots, an expensive Khaqiri delicacy..."

"Ah. Well, let's pretend it's pudding, shall we?"

Wozniak signaled for one of his bodyguards to bring him his voice synthesizer. He set it down on the table.

"Well, Wozzy, I see you survived the sniper that I DID NOT SEND." Gordonovich pounded the table with two fists. "Anyway, how are you doing? I haven't heard from you... not still thinking about invading, are you?" Beads of sweat had begun to form on the premier's brow. "So... what's on your mind?"

Oligarch Wozniak began to type on his voice synthesizer. Ever since the sniper attack that had left him in critical condition seven months ago, he had been much more unpleasent and stern than usual. The bullet had pierced his larnyx and nearly severed his spine. If it wasn't for the millions of khlars subverted from other less important sources such as welfare and education, he might not have survived. After a few minutes of silence, he was finished inputting his reply.

A mechanical voice issued from the machine's speaker.

"Hello, Mr. Gordonovich. You are as unclean and unprepared as usual. As you can plainly see, I survived the "completely random" sniper attack. The issue at hand is the current situation on the northwestern border of Tenebricosis. Our demands are clear. If you do not surrender control of your oil drilling operation and all the land within 130 kilometres of the central base, we will be required to take it by force. I understand that we are meeting here to-day to come to a comprimise that will satisfy both parties. What do you want?"

Rerek Gordonovich was slouching in his chair, listening to the robotic drone of the speech device. Ever since the Qarian oil wells had been destroyed by a year-long firestorm, Qarian troops had slowly been taking over oil-drilling operations in northwest Tenebricosis. The soldiers had instituted martial law in the few towns surrounding the oil drills. More than a few rebellious villages had been flattened. The estimated death toll was over 4000.

"So, you expect me to turn over all our oil wells, destroy hundreds of thousands of jobs, plunge our nation into a depression, and let you annex a third of our land? Forget it! Who do you think you are? Some sort of dictator with a huge army? I won't stand for it! If I hear one more word of this, I'll mobilize every unit in my control to defend our borders and kill your guys... and... zzzz.." Premier Gordonovich slumped face first into the maggot stew. The sound of snoring filled the room as the narcoleptic premier had another one of his many daily episodes. His aides carried him out of the room. One of the aids walked foward.

"Uh... I guess this ends the summit... um.. bye..."

Selfirski was nervous. It appeared that he had just witnessed the start of a war. Of course, it could just be another one of Premier Rerek's many false starts, but this time he wasn't starting it. "Right, I supposed that was a bit short... Well, sirs, if you would allow me to escort you to your limousine, it is waiting outside."

The sound of keyboard clicks eminated from the voice synthesizer's keypad. "When he awakens, please inform the Premier that he can expect an assualt on the Tenebri oil fields in three weeks." With that, Oligarch Wozniak stood up and left the room, his bodyguards trailing right behind him. He arrived at the airport and boarded his personal helicopter. He had no regrets. Tenebricosis had nuclear wepaons, but they would not use them. Qariak was going to war.