NationStates Jolt Archive

A jeep pulled up in front of The Imperial Palace in Exeter, the capital city of The Greater Exetonian Empire. Out stepped Admiral von Grafheim, fresh from his conquest of a Rebel Communist Island. He walked into the great hall, and an adjutant appeared next to him

"Everything to your liking sir" "we got beer?" "yes sir" "we got sausages?" "yes sir" "then everything is to my liking, very few situations in life can't be solved by a mixture of the two, in the right amount." "yes, sir" "now, how about security, bet the boys in black, and boys in white got this place rigged up like a christmas tree, just can't seem 'em" "yes sir, SS and Sardukar troops are on guar throughout The Palace, they will protect the foreign delegates from any unwanted, interuptions." "Swell. now, when do they get here?" "who sir?" "The Foreigners ya lilly livered half wit!" "Oh, they will be arriving in around an hours time" "so why in tarnation aren't you in dress uniform soldier." "I am in dress uniform sir" "looks mighty drab to me, but I'll take your word for it"

The preperations were now complete, and the conference could begin. In the background, "gosh darn it man, give me your sausage now soldier!" could be heard

OOC:Anyone is welcome to send a delegat to attend, allthough the main players will be me, Exetonia Minor, and Bremnes. There will be lots of free food and drink!

A man in a limosuine round up to the building the conference was being held in. The man inside, along with two bodyguards, was Richard von Heilische, an agent for the Komite fur Staatliche Sicherheit (Committee for State Security). As the car stopped, one of the aids from FC opened his door as he stepped out along with his two bodyguards, "Hmmm.. Appears secure enough..."

A jeep pulled up outise the exetonian White House and two men with ear pieces in jet black suits stepped out. They rushed to the entrance and escorted Robert Powell to the Jeep. They then sped off towards Newquay airport.

Once at the airport, the two men met with another 2 men and bundled Robert in to a gunship which took off with the two new men in it.

"This is airforce 1 to extonian airtraffic control. The birs is enroute. Permission to enter your territory"

"Peremission granted airforce 1, go ahead"

Then the line cut as a Surface to Air missile whistled into the helicpoter and the bird fell. Luckily for both sides, it was Roberts double onboard but, the problem was, who fired the SAM.... Powell and his entourage enterd Exetonia via road to see the firey wreckage falling to the floor. He was not amused...

Within seconds SS troops were falling over themselves to get to the crash, the question on everyones lips, "who did this?". Above, shuttingthe stable door after the horse had bolted, Imperial Exetonian fighter Jets shot across the sky, as if daring the SAM battery to open up again, while army and SS soldiers trooped around the border, looking for clues.

Back at The Imperial Palace, von Grafheim greeted Richard von Heilische and Robert Powell, who was emerging from his car, a little flustered, "Greeting y'all. IT's good to see you here, I hope you can enjoy some Exetonian delicacies, and some witty conversation."

An SS officer walked up to him and whispered the news in his ear. "What in the sweet name of Jesus! Excuse me gentleman, I'll be right back, in the mean time, please help yourselves to refreshments"

He shook the hand of what appeared to be the Fuhrer of a likewise National Socialist nation (Note: The SS),"Greetings." The talk was short as he ran back into the building, Richard, turning his head to Powell, "This reminds me of the Wanasee conference.. Wonder what these delicacies are..." He utters, entering the building.

"Ah, Richard. I trust your arrival was a little more settling than mine?"

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"Thats good to hear. My nation is a fledgling nation with very littl;e to spare at the moment though i hope to become a world super power along side my sister state here someday soon. I take it you wish to be part of the same?"

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"I can aqssure you the food isnt poisoned and is good. Shall we?"

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The two men began to gorge themselves awaiting the return of their host.

OOC: heh, I have the Wansee conference on DVD, it did indeed give me some ideas :P

IC: Grafheim walked up to the two me, "sorry about that folks, we seem to have had a little border security, boys in black tearing merry hell out of the countryside looking for the problem, but everything seems nothin' but secure here. Later on, His Divine Majesty Charles Paulus Falkynheim von Exeter will be joining us, but until then, may I present Chancellor von Staufenburg, he's the balls behind the throne"

von Staufenburg looked daggers at the ass of an admiral, and slid out a hand to great his guests, "I am Chancellor von Staufenburg, but I also hold rank in the SS, and Imperial Navy, so please feel free to ask any questions you choose, if there is anything you want, feel free to ask Major Hardenheim, or Colonel von Peenemunde for anything, he is an interesting man, head of out Strategic Rocket Forces here. Shall we sit down gentlman, the places are allotted by name cards, and tell us Richard von Heilische, how is your country, maybe we could negotiate some sort of military treaty between us as well while we are here?"

One of the men tht was with powell walked up to him and whisperd in his ear:

"King Leto has escaped with his royalist forces sir and stolen several weapons"

"What" Powell replied. "Take 7 divisons, find him and kill him, there will be no new coup. Do what has to be done. Any collatorla damage, make sure it looks like he did it" He continued

"Yes sir" The man whisperd before disapearing with his counter parts.

Powell walked into the room. Sorry gentlemen. Just a little home matter to sort out.

"Nothing too bad there amiss back at your old homestead?" rambled on Grafheim, "If some bastards need thrashing, I've got just the belt for, a belt of bullets!". von Staufenburg shuddered,

"Well, shall we sit down?" Staufenburg's silky voice induced compliance. "Now, let us discuss the situation in Exetonia Minor, I hear there have some, disturbances along our border. Now, what I suggest is some sort of Treaty between our two nations, promising military support in the event bandits and rebels should try and overthrow the legitimate governments in either of our countries..." "Damn tootin' we'll bag those critters, and..." "YES, as I was saying, a treaty between our two countries, The Fascist Confederacy is more than welcome to join us in this. Also, perhaps some sort of Non-Agression Pact between our Great peoples?"

"There is a phone call for Chancellor von Staufenburg" said an adjutant.

Staufenburg turned to his aide de camp, Captain Witzland, "See who it is, and end the calls. We will take but a moment gentleman."

Distractio after distraction Powell thought to himself as he digested what had been suggested. He knew the rebels would soon be quashed with the arrival of new military forces to replace the humvees with smgs.

He awaited the return of Vonstaufenburg and looked towards Richard. They were all comfortable. One of the delegates or maybe several were still missing. Robert saw this as an opportunity...