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OOC: All LETI/LOTI nations are invited to attend, please no non-LETI/LOTI nations. Leaders are not expected, but encouraged to attend. To be held in Republic of Western Ohio, the former Eastern Detroit territory, now part of the United Republics of Manarth.

IC: We will be holding a symposium on Terrorism in LETI/LOTI on the 4th of May, 2004. All nations are welcome to send delegates to this collection of meetings. If you wish to contribute a speaker or potential discussion, please send a telegram.

This is not a meeting for alliance purpose, per se, but rather a way to futher enlighten all LETI/LOTI nations on the grave threats of terrorism which constantly threaten to engulf us.

Itinerary will be produced on the 3rd. (Expected to last a while in RL)

*tag* OOC: I'll send some people Kelso :-) I hope this dosn't turn out as bad as the ship...

OOC: Do you know how good someone's going to have to be to bring terror to a symposium on Terrorism? That being said, this is LETI we're talking about, so don't send anyone who isn't expendable.

::In the Hence Palace::

Luna: Next on the agenda, Manarth wishes to host a symposium on terrorism.

Corran: Excellent idea! I like it! We'll have to send some delegates. Whom should we send?

Luna: Who should we send...

Corran: That's what I'm asking... How about we send Tempest, as the justice expert, Citan as our main diplomat, and Ritsuko?

Luna: Are you sure she'll be ok?

Corran: Yeah, it's probaly just a bad time of the semester for her.

Meis: Or a bad time of the month. ::He sniggers::

::In the Hence Palace::

Luna: Next on the agenda, Manarth wishes to host a symposium on terrorism.

Corran: Excellent idea! I like it! We'll have to send some delegates. Whom should we send?

Luna: Who should we send...

Corran: That's what I'm asking... How about we send Tempest, as the justice expert, Citan as our main diplomat, and Ritsuko?

Luna: Are you sure she'll be ok?

Corran: Yeah, it's probaly just a bad time of the semester for her.

Meis: Or a bad time of the month. ::He sniggers::

*At the airport Ulonov and Zofia get off of their lear jet and continue bickering*

Zofia: You just don't know how to properly order a drink...
Ulonov: Well you but to much frilly girl sh!t in it... I can't stand it...
Zofia: You just don't know what your missing..
Ulonov: Yells something in russian at her..
Zofia: Yells something back...

*they conitnue bickering as they reach the hotel they bus boy hand them their keys*

Bus Boy: Ah..... *looks at stub* Ahh..... Lt. Ulonov... and Admiral Zofia.. how good of you to join us!

Ulonov: I AM THE ADMIRAL! DO NOT DARE LOWER ME TO HER LEVEL!!!
Zofia: Why I ought ta... *makes mennacing expression at Ulonov*
Boy: Ohhh.. please ofrgive me...

*They continue off to their rooms bickering*

To: Office of Foriegn Relations, Edenstein
From: Vista Hotel

Due to a filing mix-up, your people, instead of getting two rooms as far away from one another as humainly possible have been assigned one room with a queen sized bed. We are sorry for the inconvienence, and we have refuned the difference to your account.

I hope your people have a pleasent stay in Manarth

Vista Hotel Management.

*Ulonov and Zofia get to the front desk when they relize that their keys don't work*

Desk Man: Yes, sorry apparently their was some mix up... your new room is equipped with a queen size bed... *looks at computer again* Excuse me there another mixup twin bed....*

*Zofia and Ulonov's jaws drop and then turn and look at each other*

Zofia: I AM NOT SLEEPING ON A TWIN BED!!! ESPECIALLY WITH YOU!!!!
Ulonov: *Yells in Russian*
Zofia: *Yells back in Russian*
*They continue to yell and walk up to the room carrying their luggage with them*

Someday I won't be lazy so *tag*!!

Keynote Speakers:

Governer of Western Ohio: Mohammad Al Zahir Estabi - Terrorism in Eastern Detroit
Secretary of Foreign Affairs: Angela Wainright-Cauldwell - What can be learned from Kusa
Admiral Ulonov: Edenstein - Topic TBD
Lt. Gen. Zofia: Edenstein - Topic TBD
Other speakers: - TBD

Also, a icecream social will take place sometime during the symposium. Time remains to be determined.

*Memo sent down from Admiral Ulonov and Lt Gen Zofia*

Speech from the Admiral entitled

"Terror on the high seas, What can be learned from the Syposium on the Locks*

Speech from Lt. General Zofia entitled

"Terror from within, how to stop subversive acts and secure the safty of the populace*

Also, the esteemed diplomats wish to not be scheduled directly next to each other on the program order

::Tempest, Citan, and Ritsuko are dropped off at the symposium by Mr. T, who takes off. They are accompanied by Agent Neo and Anti-Terrorist Worker Georgia Peeples. They head into the hotel to get their rooms::

Ritsuko: I think he did this on purpose just so I wouldn't be around when the fate of Counterpoint is determined.

Citan: Now now, you're here because of your expertise on military tactics and operatinos. It's exactly what we need. You will probably be helpful at this symposium.

Tempest: I should give a speech...

Citan: On what?

Tempest: Effective ways of dealing with terrorists.

Citan: Hmm... that might not go over so well. And besides, dipping people into the lake could hardly be turned into a full topic for a symposium...

Ritsuko: You don't know him real well do you?

Citan: As a matter of fact, I was considering giving a speech myself on the topic of "How to effectively deal with terrorist groups"

Ritsuko: What kind of speech is that?

Citan: Well, you weren't around when Avalanche was formed. They used to be a terrible force to reckon with. However, with the exception of the incident at the locks, they've done nothign of consequence in quite some time.

Tempest: And you feel you had something to do with that?

Citan: Oh, my part was a very small one...

::They approach the man at the desk and ask for their rooms::

::At the pre-symposium BBQ, Mohammad Estabi is busy running interference between Ulonov and Zofia, when a junior member of the Manarthian foreign affairs team runs in::

Foreign Affairs Guy: Mr. Estabi! Mr. Estabi! Emperor Ed has been shot! He's dead!

::Estabi looks over at Zofia and Ulonov. Only up to the beginning BBQ and already stuff was happening. They hadn't even gotten past the bread and salad cource yet::

Estabi: Oh hell.

*Regent Azaroth, head advisor to Empress Jessica, heads into the hotel and checks in at the front desk and looks at some of the other delegates in the region, especially at the Henceland Omega delgates, who have been the staunchest Anti UN nations in the region*

::A helicoptor lands. 4 people wearing the regalia of West Palm Beach stroll out of the helicoptor and walk into the hotel::

Eddie: How did we pull this off again Will?

Will: Slotter has some pull with WPB. He gave them a large sum of money he had, and suddenly we became the representatives...

John: Shh! Remember, we have to use our fake names here!

::They walk up to the man behind the counter::

Will: Hello! I'm Bill, this is Scott, this is Z, and this is Tucker. We're here for the symposium...

Customs: West Palm Beach, huh... Must be corporate training. Right. Just don't pass out any adds without paying the Manarthian Ad Tax. Well, enough of you... Off you go.

*Zofia and Ulonov are sitting at the picnic table barely enjoying their meal because of the close proximity of each other... namely 5 feet, their utensiles have been replaced with plastic ones so as to stop any anarchy, just then a foreign relations official runs in*

Foreign Affairs Guy: Mr. Estabi! Mr. Estabi! Emperor Ed has been shot! He's dead!

::Estabi looks over at Zofia and Ulonov. Only up to the beginning BBQ and already stuff was happening. They hadn't even gotten past the bread and salad cource yet::

Estabi: Oh hell.

*Zofia and Ulonov's jaws drop and slowly turn and look at each other, their expressions turn from astonishment to pure unadulterated hatred for each other, they lunge at each other and begin rumbling,

Zofia: I HEARD HIM FIRST! I'M IN CHARGE YOU OLD GOAT! THERE IS NO WAY THAT I'M GOING TO LET YOU RUN THE COUNTRY!!!
*She grabs a plastic knife off of the table and starts advancing toward Ulonov*
Ulonov: YOUR GOING DOWN MISSY! WHY DON'T YOU JUST GIVE UP NOW AND GO FLIRT WITH RITSUKO WHILE I DO THE BIG PEOPLES JOB!

*they take the knives and advance toward each other, they begin circling each other, waiting for the other to make their first move, when Ulonov Jumps at her, he misses and she tries jamming her knife into his back but the knife bends in half.. she throws it down and tackles him and lands ontop of him.. she begins to choke him*

Zofia: F*CK YOU CLOWN!!!! I'M THE ONLY ONE TO RULE EDENSTEIN!!!!!

*Just before Ulonov is about to pass out gaurds grab Zofia and pull her off of him, Ulonov gets up and tries running at her but is also restrained, they both start yelling at each other in russian as they are taken as far away from each other*

::The HO reps come down for the dinner a little late. As they walk in they see Ulonov and Zofia fighting::

Ritsuko: And they thought I was bad...

::Mrs. Wainright-Cauldwell and Mr. Estabi watch as they are dragged away. They bairly notice the WPB delegation arrive::

Wainright-Cauldwell: Well Zahir, what now?

Estabi: I don't know Angie. I say just let them have at it. It'll be okay.

Wainright-Cauldwell: No it won't. We need to send them back, but what will they do?

::McMillian runs in, in nothing but some pants. He has makeup kisses on his chest and cheeks::

McMillian: Let them go, on separate flights, to two of Edensteins population centers. We owe them that much, but I'm not getting involved in this.

::He looks to where Ulonov has broken free temporarily and is attempting to run accross several picnic tables, tossing BBQ ribs at Zofia and her captors::

McMillian: Just get them out of here.

MadderMike sends Mike Bond Minister of Information and Intelligence. Mike is in a wheelchair having received severe shrapnel wounds from the recent terrorist blast at MadderMikian Government headquarters. He apologizes for arriving late as he explains the terrorist attack on MadderMike.

He is carrying a decoded message from a group calling itself El-Cosa-Nazi [code:1:c74da05981]Toppling the government of MadderMike is the first in a series of moves to establish Aryan leadership in LETI[/code:1:c74da05981]

He wheels into the picnic area as the Edenstein delegation is "guided" out. He quickly pats the MP5 under the decorative wheelchair blanket keeping his legs warm. His cousin Mike "the Bomber" Kazinski is pushing the wheel chair. Kazinski is nervously watching the Manarthian delegation remembering all too well the incidents at the wedding of the now dead Emperor Ed.

::Citan shakes his head as he watches things unfold::

Citan: I haven't seen high-ups this bad in several years. Not since the incident with Zofia and Jackson...

Tempest: No discipline... that's what's the problem with everyone!

Ritsuko: He can't treat her like that! She's a lady, and technically in charge of the nation since Ed's shot! How can he do that?!?

::Citan turns and notices Agent Azaroth who has been eyeing them for some time::

Citan: Excuse me, can I help you?

*Ulonov makes one last desperate attempt to get free from his captors but fails... he notices the HO people standing at the top of the stairwell*

Ulonov: Hey Ritsuko! Why don't you come down here and teach your little love bird how to fight...

Zofia: BLODDY TA TAR!!! *she breaks free yet again but is quickly tackled again by the gaurds*

Ulonov: HAHAHAHA!!! NICE GOING!!! *looks at gaurds* Put me on a plane.. I need to get back and run my country.

::Ritsuko's jaw drops::

Ritsuko: LOVEBIRD? What the HELL are you TALKING about? Where do you GET such CRAZY IDEAS? Besides, she's the one that's second in command anyway!

Citan: Calm down Ritsuko! He's only...

Ritsuko: ::shakes her head:: The way he treats her is terrible!

::Mark McMillian had left at the same time as Zofia and Ulonov, but not with them; he had other things to do, and he figure his people could do things without him. After all, he didn't want to be next on the list of assassinated leaders. As a Manarthian, it was almost first on his mind::

::Meanwhile, everything else was going relatively smoothly. Estabi was up, talking about something or another reguarding Eastern Detroit aggitation and its links to terror. Angela Wainright-Cauldwell was busy too, talking to a West Palm delegate about the innerworking of local terror cells::

Angela: Listen, all I'm asking is what you know about them. Or are you just here to learn and not contribute, like the steriotypical West Palm Beachian. I mean, I'm sure you at least know a bit about Avalanche.

::As Ulonov and Zofia continue yelling at each other, two people walk in from outside::

Bert Barnhead: I know, ok? The fact is, this could be our one and only chance to do anything!

Jay Smerling: But there's still cleaning!

Bert: Shut up! Shut up already! Look, I'm going to go see who's all around here and... ::he looks and notices Citan:: Oh no! He'll recognize us! ::he ducks out::

Jay: Hey! ::he waves:: It's one of the guys we saw in the Edenstein Palace!

::Citan turns and notices Jay. He scratches his head and ponders for a minute::

Citan: (to Tempest): Excuse me... I'll return momentarily, I have to check up on something...

Mike Bond is trying to find out who is in charge of the agenda, He feels the El-Cosa-Nazi treat is real and rising. His intellegence network has heard rumors about El-Cosa-Nazi activity as far away as Nimzonia in the Arctic.

He also wants to get on the agenda early in case Mike Frod gets elected as the Elected Prime Minister of MadderMike. Bond knows he would be fired.

*TAG*

As Estabi finishes up, he spies the MadderMikian delegate. Walking over, he presents his hand.

Estabi: Hello, sir. Welcome to Eastern Detroit. As an appology for our man's rudness at the previous meeting of our two estemed nations, we would like you to go first, if that is your wish. And off the record, I want Mike of Mike and Mike shipping to win.

::Tempest and Ritsuko walk into the hotel room where Citan is pondering::

Ritsuko: Hey, what's going on?

Citan: Aha! I've got it!

Tempest: What?

Citan: That man that waved to us! He is the same janitor from Edenstein!

Ritsuko: Well congratulations, you're the smartest man alive... You spent an hour here thinking about that?

Citan: Well, the fact of the matter is that that man is an HO citizen who left the country to join Avalanche several years ago.

Tempest: WHAT?!?!?! Avalanche is HERE? I can't believe it! I'll have to arrest him immediately!

Citan: You can't. He's never done anything. He's actually more of a hindrence to them than a help. His name is Jay Smerling. He dropped out of college when he failed a music conducting course, and wandered into a group of dissedents rallying under Sgt. Slotter. He was accepted, but has done nothing of use to them since.

Tempest: But what if this symposium's the first time they do something right?

Citan: Well, I suppose I can easily get a bug on him. I'll tell him it's a boutonniere.

Tempest: Come on!

Citan: Watch... ::He walks back down to the main hall where Jay is still standing and saying hello to anybody he thinks he recognizes. He hands Jay a microphone on a clip:: Hey there buddy! You almost forgot your boutonniere!

Jay: Oh right! Thanks! I would've forgot! ::He pins it on his shirt and walks off to find Bert::

Ritsuko: Unbef***inglievable...

As Estabi finishes up, he spies the MadderMikian delegate. Walking over, he presents his hand.

Estabi: Hello, sir. Welcome to Eastern Detroit. As an appology for our man's rudness at the previous meeting of our two estemed nations, we would like you to go first, if that is your wish. And off the record, I want Mike of Mike and Mike shipping to win.

Mike Bond says "Thank you Estabi I hope our nations can work together in the future. I agree with you I hope Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping wins the election also." Mike didn't mention that Mike of Mike and Mike Shipping was his nephew.

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Mike Bond wheeled himself up to the podium. He pushed a few buttons and the podium sunk down into the stage until it was at the right height for Mike to speak.

As was usual at these meetings the first speaker had to allow for everyone to get coffee, danish, orange juice, sugared dates, toast, bagels, omelets, hot tea, green tea, doughnuts, blueberry muffins, and ice water. Quite a breakfast snack table thought Mike.

He begins "As you know the main government offices of MadderMike were destroyed in a powerful explosion. Several groups have claimed responsibility for this but the most credible is that of El-Cosa-Nazi." He waited for the murmurs of agreement and dissent to quiet down. He continues "The claim from El-Cosa-Nazi described the make-up of the explosives used in the attack and during the cleanup efforts a remote detonator with El-Cosa-Nazi markings was found clutched in the hands of a known El-Cosa-Nazi operative."

Mike paused while more mutterings erupted in the audience. He continues "Our investigations have indicated this group has moved large amounts of money around and we believe they are hiring West Palm Beach mercenaries." This time the assembly merely nodded their heads in agreement, Mike thought they probably would do the same thing.

Mike was tiring from the efforts of getting to the meeting and from his healing wounds. He went on "We know they are well funded but this latest purchase has strapped them for cash. Our interceptions of communications indicates they are going to start a series of bank robberies to bolster their cash reserves."

"One last item," he says as he flips a switch to display a grainy photograph on the rear projection screen. "This is a picture of one of their covert operations leaders, we believe his name is Red Ghormley and he hides out in one of the Scotland regions. He is considered extremely dangerous and all care should be taken if he is found in your country."

Mike is obviously in some discomfort but he continues "Any questions?"

OOC: See this for more background information http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=136766&highlight=

::Citan looks at his watch::

Citan: Oh dear! They've started! We're going to be late... Come let us get to the presentations!

Ritsuko: You two go ahead, I'll be down shortly...

::She walks in to the bathroom. Citan nods, and he and Tempest head down the stairs. As the near the bottom, they see Eddie and the others just in front of them::

Citan: Late as well?

Eddie: Uh, yeah. You could say that. I didn't think we'd make it in time for the first presentation anyway...

Citan: Oh, well that is too bad.

::Eddie makes a hand motion to the others. Smucker and John run up behind Citan and Tempest and clap their hands over their mouths. Will and Eddie help them in pickingthe two up::

Will: Shoot! How are we supposed to get them out of here!

::The door at the bottom swings open and Jay and Bert walks out. Bert's eyes grow as big as plates. The commemorative kind with the interesting designs on them that you usually see advertised in the mail or on TV::

John: Holy crap! Bert and Jay!

Bert: What?!? You've captured them!

John: Yeah! Can you help us out?

Bert: Yeah! ::Excitedly, he runs to the door and opens it. He continues on ahead of them, making sure that nobody sees them:: Man, I don't see any security cameras... I'm afraid they're really well hidden.

Eddie: This is a Manarth symposium in Eastern Detroit... there are no security cameras...

::They run out of the hotel and back to their cars. They speed away to their helicoptor and quickly take off. Bert runs back to Jay, stepping on the microphone that dropped off his shirt when Eddie passed by::

Bert: Om my gosh! I actually helped do something right! I can't believe this!

Jay: Yeah, I can't either. I think Ulonov left without us...

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::Back in the hotel room, the recorder hears the first part of Bert's converstaion, and then is dropped. Ritsuko rushes out of the bathroom and rewinds it::

Ritsuko: F***... ::she tries her cell phone, but being in Eastern Detroit, it has no reception:: F***!!!!! I need to get out of here and back to the Hence Palace! ::She runs back to to the airport:: F***!!!!!!!

Estabi is frantic. Henceland Omega's people are gone, as is the West Palm Beach delegates, and news has just come in about a suspected revolution brewing in HO. And now his cell phone is ringing, just what he needed.

Estabi: Estabi here.

McMillian: Look, I need to talk to Tempest or Citan. I can't connect with the HO pallace.

Estabi: They've left.

McMillian: Oh void.

Estabi: Not only that, Ritsuko is gone too.

McMillian: I'd better not have to send troops there too. I've already got to bail Ulonov out of the mess he's in. If the place goes completely bonkers... Oh f***!

Estabi: Sir?

McMillian: I'll call you back.

As Mike Bond finishes his presentation, he wheels off the stage and almost immediately his sky pager goes off. "Even in Eastern Detroit this thing works." He thinks as the text message begins to fill up his little screen. It is from Mike Oldsmobile Sr. Sr. Regent of MadderMike.
[code:1:8dcd2e0317]Contact Estabi, with all of this turmoil Manarth is spread thin. Offer him assistance from the Third "Distemper" Fleet now in Lake Ontario. It was headed to the Arctic but can be diverted.[/code:1:8dcd2e0317]

Interesting Mike thought. MadderMike getting involved in international affairs. Mike's memory hasn't been the best since the bombing.

As Mike Bond finishes his presentation, he wheels off the stage and almost immediately his sky pager goes off. "Even in Eastern Detroit this thing works." He thinks as the text message begins to fill up his little screen. It is from Mike Oldsmobile Sr. Sr. Regent of MadderMike.
[code:1:ae55fcd48a]Contact Estabi, with all of this turmoil Manarth is spread thin. Offer him assistance from the Third "Distemper" Fleet now in Lake Ontario. It was headed to the Arctic but can be diverted.[/code:1:ae55fcd48a]

Interesting Mike thought. MadderMike getting involved in international affairs. Mike's memory hasn't been the best since the bombing.

Major Jenson who is filling in for Zofia and Ulonov steps up to the podium, thinking to himself, "Why does it seem like I have a giant bullseye on my chest" he takes out his cards that the two had left them, it was hard to decifer what they ment, because most of the notes are "Ulonov is a dirty ta tar" and "Zofia takes it in the" He dosn't finnish his thought*

Jenson: Goodevening, in lieu of Lt. Zofia and Admiral Ulonov's abscence I've decided to combine their two topics.

::As Major Jensen begins his speech, JaySmerling looks and notices the Edenstein ensignia. He turns to Bert::

Jay: Hey! Look! They sent somebody else! He can take us back home to Edenstein! Boy I wonder how the Empress is doing? I wonder if she still watches Star Trek every day?

Bert: ::puts his head in his hands:: It starts again... well at least I did one thing right... at least I did one thing...

::He follows as Jay runs into the presentation room and sits in the front row. Jay smiles and waves to Jensen throughout the presentation::

OOC: It looks like things are winding down here, and I'm sure the people are needed elsewhere. I've got plans for Estabi myself, so let's just say this Symposium is over.

IC: Estabi and Angela thank everyone for coming and wish them a safe journey home to whatever war ridden country from whence they came.

OOC: Wow! The symposium ended, and nobody died!