NationStates Jolt Archive

The crowd hushed a bit as the lights in the hall dimmed to nothing, spotlights glaring onto a podium on stage the only light cast into the meeting. Small murmurs were passed about regarding contracts, and politics, as the mass occupied themselves before the announcement was made. Curtains behind the podium parted to the sides, and the crowd rose with a small applause as a man came walking out from behind. An uptight sort he was, the sort where it was all business and only things regarding the latest Defense Pact were important to him. Docked out in standard issue Ministry Uniform, we was crisp, clean, and clean cut.

"Thank you all for being here today."

The ammount of contrast between his voice and appearance would beffudle you. Smooth and soft spoken, as if he hadn't a worry in the world.

"Today, as you all know, is when Fodmodmadtol will declare which Districts will be accepted into the Server. Up untill now, the Protectorate on Earth has only had distant relationships with the Server, let alone to run things as they choose. A petition of the Citizens though, has called to attention their interest in Uniting with the Server."

He glanced down to the podium, and began typing into the keyboard set into it. A click of the Enter key, and a large screen descended behind him.

"The Fiefdom of Fadmadmodtal, is the only Territorial Application disregarded in the plea from the Protectorate. A total of nine Districts will be-"

A garbled mix of shouting and choking rippled through the crowd. Nine was not a pleasant number, of the Thirteen that applied. A few people were no doubt contemplating suicide already, much was riding on this.

"Settle down, please. Settle down. A total of Nine Districts have been accepted, falling short of the projected Imperial Absorbtion by sixty percent. While this may upset some of you Foreign contractors.."

Glance around the crowd.

"..You're shit out of luck. Now, I present to you, the map of the Fodian Federation."

The spotlights shut off with a snap, and a projector up in the back began humming.

A map was shot up to the screen. [ http://www.freewebs.com/nraol/DistrictClaim.jpg ]

"Districts accepted are, Wichita District, Saint Lawrence District, Mouvau District, Vineyard District, Noo Yawk District, Ijuno District, Sixth Reich District, Yumenye District, and Ura-Aroosu District-"

He couldn't really be heard anymore though, the crowd had erupted.

He quirked a brow as the crowd continued to scream, whether through celebration or mourning, it was one massive quake.

"Quiet down now, we must get the formalities over with."

Yet the crowd continued to roar. He tore the microphone afixed to his collar, and held it right up against a microphone on the podium. A good few seconds of feedback silenced them all quickly. Flick, and the smaller one was discarded, him taking use of the one on the podium instead.

"Now, nine districts have been approved upon by the Server. If there is to be any protest, now is the time to make yourself known."

He stood straight and at attention. The massive array of cameras in the back were swiveling all over the hall, camera personel scoping in on random reactions. A line of phone operaters along the side were waiting by their terminals patiently, as were computer aides on the opposite wall. This was really more of a thing for Contractors, Politics having little to do with this. It was more of a, 'We're here, tough luck for you,' type of thing.

Inter-Nation-Ally.

"Now, if any party objects to this Union, with just cause, make it known now."

Cock of the arm, and roll of the sleeve as he regarded his watch.

"Closing comes at Eleven p m Fodian Mean Time, Eastern Standard."

And the hall erupted once more.

"A quick brief for the audience. Repeals by the National Socialists, Lake Superior, and Halliburton have been revoked. The Union stands as of now."

Sip of water.

A bored telecommunicator began gnawing on her companions arm. The one being eaten just sighed.

"We can't even get attention when claiming land, it's ridiculous."

Nudge nudge to push her aside.

"I have an idea."

She reached underneath the table, and withdrew a small toddler.

"Praise be to the evil baby-eating socialists! May blood rain down upon pig-dogs!"

And she bit off the toddlers head.

"No other reppeals have been submitted in the alotted time, and the claim shall stand as is. Thank you all, and good day."

Pity he was speaking to an empty room..

"Welcome everybody, once again to the Imperial Charter Room. Today we will be making the decisionfinal on what to do about the South American Territories as of now. Contractors please stand by with your bids, auctioning will begin in Suite Three after the announcement."

Same man, same crowd, double the noise.

"As of today, The Fodian Empire-" Cough cough. -"Did I say Empire? Sorry, sorry. The Fodian Nation will lawfully annex the following districts of the South American Territories. Districts annexed shall be as following."

Lights clicked off and a map was shot up on screen again.

"From left to right on your side, the former Parallels of Venezuala, Guyana, Suriname, and French Guinae of the South American continent have been annexed. They will now be adressed as the District of Venezuala, The District of Guyana, and so on and so forth under Fodian law. Reppeals will stand for twelve hours untill Ten P M Fodian Mean Time. Begin your bids..."

Glance to his watch.

"...Now."

Boom.

"Yes? Good? Oh, and you silly Utalilitarian Party.... Your reppeals don't count anymore! Thank you all, have a nice day. Annexation stands."

Boom shaka shaka.

OOC: So... where are you claiming??

ooc: Someone found this thread?! Pay no mind, It's just a little Legal claim after I invade something or sommat. It exists purely due to me being Anal Retentive, and the Fodian Federa being OCD. Have to keep tabs on things. :D