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Kingston, Jamaica

Hundreds of thousands of Jamaicans travel from all over the island to the city of Kingston where the first annual Ganja Festival is being held. The city is completely packed with people and Ganja vendors litter the sidewalks selling exotic plants from all over the world. Green banners hang from building windows and blow in the wind, each finely designed with cannibas leafs. The week long Ganja Festival is meant to be a peaceful event that takes place once a year and gives the people of Jamaica the chance to experience the taste, smell and effects of Ganja plants from nations all around the world for more than reasonable prices, and sometimes completely free. Classic reggae bass rattled the streets as people walked about going from vendor to vendor, while others sat down on elaborately designed carpets and enjoyed the enhanced scenery provided by the Ganja smoke which swelled over the city. The Festival had only been opened for 3 hours and already people were partying and dancing in a peaceful fashion.


A stage had been constructed in the city's center, and a local reggae band were already preparing their instruments for a later performance. Reggae, rap, r&b, hip hop and even rock bands from all over Jamaica would come to perform for the particpants of the week long Festival, setting the tone for Ganja intake. The event was largely organized by Slick C, one of "Di Men" from Jamaica's leader's , Swoonie Woo or known as Di Dude, advisory team. Slick C now stood on a stage parallel from the musical stage, dressed in a green robe with cannibus plant designs and a green african patterned hat made from pure hemp. At either of the stage's sides Jamaican flags were flown, and at the top of the stage, a huge green banner with yellow print reading "Ganja Mon!" was tied to poles on each side of the stage. Shades covered his eyes and he displayed a wide grin as he watched the festival unfold. He raised the mic in his right hand to his mouth and spoke into it, "Excuse me, Excuse me, can I get everyones attention please?"

His voice echoed through the city, and slowly people began to make their way to the stage. "I'd like to welcome you all to the First Annual Ganja Festival! Are you all enjoyin' ya selfs?", the people's answer was a roar of approval. "Alright mon, Alright, that's what I like to hear. While dem army boys are being trained di civilians gotta have a little fun eh?", the crowd roared again. "Aha, well as you all know, I'm Slick C, one of Di Men of Jamaica, and you know if I'm in charge it won't be no problems. But, in the unlikely event there are, we got security posted up in several places just for safety purposes. But I suppose you all will be too zoned to cause any trouble eh?", the crowd again roared and laughed. "Well don't let me bother you any further, have fun, guys mingle wit di ladies and ladies mingle wit di guys eh? Oh, and before I go, any nation is welcome to bring it's own citizens to the Ganja Festival for a good time, peace out!", the stage suddenly ploomed in smoke, and when the smoke thinned out Slick C was nowhere to be found. The people headed towards the other stage now where an intense reggae performance had just begun.

OOC: Feel free to join in, whether it be character RP or whatever.

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"Yo I iz 'ere for dis hextravaganza. Chec' yo'selves before yoos wreck yo'selves you wanna show me yo poonani cos I iz da ultimate muff rider. Respect to my bruvas in Jamaica. It iz cos we iz black."

"Yo I iz 'ere for dis hextravaganza. Chec' yo'selves before yoos wreck yo'selves you wanna show me yo poonani cos I iz da ultimate muff rider. Respect to my bruvas in Jamaica. It iz cos we iz black."


Ok...what the hell was that.

Respect....

That was our main man Ali G.

Safe....Ganja breed....

Ok bumping for actual RP and not this silly shit

"Yo i iz like yo ancestor, yo' brevrin, I iz not silly so stop bein' such a Chi-Chi Boy."

"Hey.ease up ease up....I no you got some fling with me but i need some straight up evidence....Respect brevrin..."

"Iz you just like haccusin me cos I iz black? Just cos a bruva where's iz 'at low don't mean he's some sort of rasta blasta. Check it."

Hey you vexing me?.....You dissing ya own brevrin brov? ...Do ya want my hood to bust a cap in ya ass brov?

Seriously, either be foreal or get the fuck out of my thread. If your trying to portray some kind of character, introduce the character, and RP him attending the festival, otherwise stop posting here.

OOC: -Indian voice-Get out of my house :p

Il might post an actual chara soon :eek:

OOC: -Indian voice-Get out of my house :p

Il might post an actual chara soon :eek:

That's all fine and well, but what you're doing right now is just stupid. You can either introduce a character or send an entire group of your citizens to the festival, either one is fine.

Funny though..... :D

I will post soon.....

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"What a way to welcome a new ambassador" thought Indica Leaph, Mauiwowee's new ambassador to Jamaica as he exited the Gulfstream III "This is gonna be the greatest ammbasadorship assignment ever. Once word gets around everyone will clamor for this post. Ha-Ha, but I got it first. Glad I brought the band with me."

Turning back into the plane Ambasador Leaph spoke and said, "Hey guys, its a national party and I bet we can arrange for you to play for the crowds, ya'll up to it?"

The small group conferred for a minute and then Roger Waters spoke for the group, "sure man, give us till tommorow to get over the jet lag and we'll put on a show"

"Great, guys, thanks. Captain, Notify who ever's in charge of the Ganja Festival that we've brought Pink Floyd and they're willing to perform for free tommorow night if that's ok." turning back to the band, "lets go check this embassy out guys, and get a spliff in us."

Slick C and Silent Murphy, "Di Men" of Jamaica, lounged comfortably on the bottom level of the capital building. The entire floor had been transformed into a massive green room just for the Ganja Festival. Slick C and Silent Murphy sat on huge green bean bags and watched the beautiful Jamaican women around them sway their bodies to the reggae music that blasted out of massive speakers lined against the walls. Slick C reached down by his side and lifted up an enormous metal Ganja pipe, nearly four feet long with crazy loops and spirals running along its shaft until it merged into a deep bowl at its end. Slick C then reached to his other side and lifted up a bag of what must have been an ounce of Ganja and poured it into the bowl. Slick C looked over at Silent Murphy with hazed eyes, "Care to light that for me mon?". Silent Murphy nodded, he removed a lighter from his pocket and picked up a bottle of Gin at his side, he flicked the lighter, gulped a mouth full of Gin and belched into the flame creating a torch of sorts which effectively lit the pipe.


Just as Slick C was about to take a gigantic hit from the pipe, the double doors to the building opened, and three men in suits with gas masks around their faces walked in, they were obviously part of security. "What be the deal mon?" asked Slick C sharply before handing the pipe over the Silent Murphy not wanting the Ganja to go to waste. One of the men removed his gas mask and coughed for a while before speaking, "The ambassador from Mauiwowee has arrived sir, and he's brought a band called Pink Floyd with him. He says they can perform for free tommorow night."

"For free you say? Put em on the line up then.", Slick C slowly got up. "Find me a sober cabby, I'd like to visit me old friends from Mauiwowee."

"I'll get right on it, sir.", the three men left and headed out the double doors.

"Murphy, you think you can hold it down while I'm gone mon?"

Silent Murphy smiled and nodded, the Ganja had clearly taken effect.

"Ehe, alright then, I'll be back in a bit.", Slick C walked out of the double doors closing them behind him.

Once a sober cabby was found, Slick C made his way to the Ambassador's grounds to have a little political chat with him and learn more about his nation. When Slick C reached the embassy he lazily got out of the cab and walked up to the embassy gates. He pressed the buzzer and awaited for the gates to open.

Slick C and Silent Murphy, "Di Men" of Jamaica, lounged comfortably on the bottom level of the capital building. The entire floor had been transformed into a massive green room just for the Ganja Festival. Slick C and Silent Murphy sat on huge green bean bags and watched the beautiful Jamaican women around them sway their bodies to the reggae music that blasted out of massive speakers lined against the walls. Slick C reached down by his side and lifted up an enormous metal Ganja pipe, nearly four feet long with crazy loops and spirals running along its shaft until it merged into a deep bowl at its end. Slick C then reached to his other side and lifted up a bag of what must have been an ounce of Ganja and poured it into the bowl. Slick C looked over at Silent Murphy with hazed eyes, "Care to light that for me mon?". Silent Murphy nodded, he removed a lighter from his pocket and picked up a bottle of Gin at his side, he flicked the lighter, gulped a mouth full of Gin and belched into the flame creating a torch of sorts which effectively lit the pipe.


Just as Slick C was about to take a gigantic hit from the pipe, the double doors to the building opened, and three men in suits with gas masks around their faces walked in, they were obviously part of security. "What be the deal mon?" asked Slick C sharply before handing the pipe over the Silent Murphy not wanting the Ganja to go to waste. One of the men removed his gas mask and coughed for a while before speaking, "The ambassador from Mauiwowee has arrived sir, and he's brought a band called Pink Floyd with him. He says they can perform for free tommorow night."

"For free you say? Put em on the line up then.", Slick C slowly got up. "Find me a sober cabby, I'd like to visit me old friends from Mauiwowee."

"I'll get right on it, sir.", the three men left and headed out the double doors.

"Murphy, you think you can hold it down while I'm gone mon?"

Silent Murphy smiled and nodded, the Ganja had clearly taken effect.

"Ehe, alright then, I'll be back in a bit.", Slick C walked out of the double doors closing them behind him.

Once a sober cabby was found, Slick C made his way to the Ambassador's grounds to have a little political chat with him and learn more about his nation. When Slick C reached the embassy he lazily got out of the cab and walked up to the embassy gates. He pressed the buzzer and awaited for the gates to open.

The gate opened almost instantly and on the other side was a porsche 911 with a driver waiting to drive Slick C up to the embassy door, almost 250 yards away. As Slick C got into the passenger side, the driver, obviously a Jamaican native, spoke "Welcome mon, ambassador Leaph be expectin' you. He say give you this" with that the driver handed over a joint of the finest, hydroponically grown, volcanic weed from King 'Lude's own personal stash. It contained, in one joint, almost as much THC as the entire ounce that Slick C had put in the bowl of his pipe before he left to come to the embassy.

Ambassador Leaph himself was waiting at the door to welcome Slick C and he too had a lit joint in his hand. "Welcome Slick, I expect we're gonna like it here and our countries will get along famously." As Slick shook the extended hand, he heard the sounds of a band warming up in the back ground.

"Is that the Pink Floyd band you brought us?" Slick C said.

"Yes sir, please, come into the front room. Guys, let me introduce Slick C. one of the leaders of Jamaica. Lets give him a sample of Mauiwowee's national band" With that there was a "1-2-3" and the band launched into a rendition of "Comfortably Numb."

Needless to say, Slick C was blown away, in more ways than one, by the time the song was over. Turning to ambassador Leaph he said . . .

"Ahaha, very impressive my friend, very impressive.", Slick C said as he examined the joint he held in his hand with amazement. It was impossible to tell whether he spoke of the band or the weed but both were worthy of the compliment. "Excuse me my friend, lemme show you how we blow di trees in Jamaica.", Slick C said with a smile. "By all means go ahead, I really wanna see this." replied Ambassador Leaph, stepping back a little.

"Looky ere mon.", Slick C placed the powerful joint in the middle of his lips and puffed wildly, with both hands at his sides. The joint shriveled up into a roach within seconds like magic, and the smoke from it was all apparently inside Slick C. Slick C cut his eyes towards Ambassador Leaph and raised his hands a little as if to signal, "It's not over yet". Slick reached in his left pocket and pulled out a small wooden pipe, he leaned his head over the bowl of the pipe and let the roach drop inside. With amazing speed he put his mouth to the shaft and devoured the last of roach in one incredible hit. Now the question was "Where did all the smoke go?". As if to read the Ambassadors mind, Slick C began to tense up as if he were concentrating hard, his cheeks blew out and you could see a slight reddening of his face even through his dark skin.

Suddenly a teapot like noise emitted from Slick's ears and trails of smoke shot out from each ear, floating all the way up to the Embassy's high rise cieling and remaining there swirving in circles.

Slick in effect fell flat onto his back and looked up at the cieling dazed, "Pretty wild trick huh mon? Whaddya say I give ya a tour of di Ganja Festival eh?"

"Ahaha, very impressive my friend, very impressive.", Slick C said as he examined the joint he held in his hand with amazement. It was impossible to tell whether he spoke of the band or the weed but both were worthy of the compliment. "Excuse me my friend, lemme show you how we blow di trees in Jamaica.", Slick C said with a smile. "By all means go ahead, I really wanna see this." replied Ambassador Leaph, stepping back a little.

"Looky ere mon.", Slick C placed the powerful joint in the middle of his lips and puffed wildly, with both hands at his sides. The joint shriveled up into a roach within seconds like magic, and the smoke from it was all apparently inside Slick C. Slick C cut his eyes towards Ambassador Leaph and raised his hands a little as if to signal, "It's not over yet". Slick reached in his left pocket and pulled out a small wooden pipe, he leaned his head over the bowl of the pipe and let the roach drop inside. With amazing speed he put his mouth to the shaft and devoured the last of roach in one incredible hit. Now the question was "Where did all the smoke go?". As if to read the Ambassadors mind, Slick C began to tense up as if he were concentrating hard, his cheeks blew out and you could see a slight reddening of his face even through his dark skin.

Suddenly a teapot like noise emitted from Slick's ears and trails of smoke shot out from each ear, floating all the way up to the Embassy's high rise cieling and remaining there swirving in circles.

Slick in effect fell flat onto his back and looked up at the cieling dazed, "Pretty wild trick huh mon? Whaddya say I give ya a tour of di Ganja Festival eh?"

"Your on mon. And you've got to show me how to do that. Boys, practice up, you got a show tommorrow night, and make yourself at home in the embassy, Jamerson will attend to your wishes, we're going off to the festival." With that Slick and Ambassador Leaph walked out to the Porsche and drove off to the festival.

"Your on mon. And you've got to show me how to do that. Boys, practice up, you got a show tommorrow night, and make yourself at home in the embassy, Jamerson will attend to your wishes, we're going off to the festival." With that Slick and Ambassador Leaph walked out to the Porsche and drove off to the festival.

"This is one sweet ride, mon. I'm going to have to get one for meself one day.", said Slick C in a far-off voice. It wasn't long before the pair were back within the packed city of Kingston. The streets were too thick with people to drive into the center of the city, so Slick C instructed Ambassador Leaph to park behind a hippy van on the slightly "rougher" side of town. The Ambassador looked a little concerned and Slick C noticed, "Don't worry mon, ya ride is in safe hands.", Slick C whisteled loudly and within seconds a security officer wearing a gas mask walked up to Slick's side of the car. "We know it probably won't be neccasary, but keep an eye on di Ambassadors ride ok? When ya shift is ova I'll have some babes and ganja for ya.". The security officer nodded and stood almost at attention next to the car while Slick C and the Ambassador exited the vehicle and headed casually towards the heart of the festival.

Slick lit another joint as they walk and began smoking it, "So, Mr.Leaph", he said pausing to take a puff, "How are you enjoying Jamaica so far? Is it anything like ya own land?"

"This is one sweet ride, mon. I'm going to have to get one for meself one day.", said Slick C in a far-off voice.

"We've got 2 more, how about if I "loan" this one to ya'?" Said ambassador Leaph.

Slick lit another joint as they walk and began smoking it, "So, Mr.Leaph", he said pausing to take a puff, "How are you enjoying Jamaica so far? Is it anything like ya own land?"

"Well, I've only been here a day so I can't truly compare everything. Our musical tastes seem to be a little different. Your people place Reggae at the top of the pole, it only comes in about 3rd or 4th in Mauiwowee, we put Classic Rock on top. On the other hand, its clear you take marijuana cultivation seriously and work hard to make sure your's is the best grown in the world, so do we. We also like our national parties as well. You'll have to come to the annual "running of the ferrets" next year, you'll get a real kick out of that. The best way to compare things though will be when the party is over and "everyday" life starts again. That's what I need to see to really compare our nations and people. Until then, to quote a Mauiwoweeian icon "party on mon!!"

OOC: if you'll run a search of the forum you can get our fact book, new and ancient history and find a map of our nation. I think your leaders would "trip out" over our national map and history. most of my nation worships the great god Ganja and considers pot to be a gift of his to his people and getting high is as much a spiritual/relgious thing as it is a "have fun" and party thing.

"We've got 2 more, how about if I "loan" this one to ya'?" Said ambassador Leaph.

"Woah, that my friend, would be excellent, I'll make it up to you later, mon.", said Slick C smiling.



"Well, I've only been here a day so I can't truly compare everything. Our musical tastes seem to be a little different. Your people place Reggae at the top of the pole, it only comes in about 3rd or 4th in Mauiwowee, we put Classic Rock on top. On the other hand, its clear you take marijuana cultivation seriously and work hard to make sure your's is the best grown in the world, so do we. We also like our national parties as well. You'll have to come to the annual "running of the ferrets" next year, you'll get a real kick out of that. The best way to compare things though will be when the party is over and "everyday" life starts again. That's what I need to see to really compare our nations and people. Until then, to quote a Mauiwoweeian icon "party on mon!!"


"Right, right, what was I thinkin'. Dis ganja got me thinkin' you been here for a month or something, excuse me.", Slick paused again and took another puff from his joint. "It's good that you feel the same about the importance of ganja in your own country, here in Jamaica we believe that if it's used responsibly, it can in ways, strengthen your soul.", the closer they moved towards the center of the festival, the thicker the smoke became as it swarmed the air around them. By this point random people were beginning to come up to Slick and give him elaborate handshakes, pats on the shoulder and thick tongued Potois greetings. They greeted the ambassador as well for the simple fact that he was with Slick, "You want to hear something funny?" asked Slick as he casually walked alongside Ambassdor Leaph.

OOC: A donut shaped nation, thats pretty damned funny :p

"Woah, that my friend, would be excellent, I'll make it up to you later, mon.", said Slick C smiling.




"Right, right, what was I thinkin'. Dis ganja got me thinkin' you been here for a month or something, excuse me.", Slick paused again and took another puff from his joint. "It's good that you feel the same about the importance of ganja in your own country, here in Jamaica we believe that if it's used responsibly, it can in ways, strengthen your soul.", the closer they moved towards the center of the festival, the thicker the smoke became as it swarmed the air around them. By this point random people were beginning to come up to Slick and give him elaborate handshakes, pats on the shoulder and thick tongued Potois greetings. They greeted the ambassador as well for the simple fact that he was with Slick, "You want to hear something funny?" asked Slick as he casually walked alongside Ambassdor Leaph.

OOC: A donut shaped nation, thats pretty damned funny :p

"Sure, I'm always up for a good story or joke" said the ambassador.

OOC: It's not really donut shaped, after I drew the map it turned out marijuana shaped Map of Mauiwowee (http://img4.exs.cx/img4/1714/MauiwoweeMap.jpg)

"Sure, I'm always up for a good story or joke" said the ambassador.

OOC: It's not really donut shaped, after I drew the map it turned out marijuana shaped Map of Mauiwowee (http://img4.exs.cx/img4/1714/MauiwoweeMap.jpg)


"Heh, before Swoonie, Silent Murphy and I became the leaders of Jamaica", Slick C paused to take one last puff of his joint before flicking it away, "...we were what you would call the Drug Kingpins of this island."

Slick C turned his head towards Ambassador Leaph, "Does that change anything between our nation's friendship?" Slick had a very serious look on his face after he asked this.

OOC: Oh, well that's even funnier, very clever design :D

((OOC: Hispanic or Black Jamaica? I'm Cuban =/ ))

There was an Cuban-Rosian man in the giant crowd. He was dressed in standard ceremonial military Rosian dress. A red beret, a red uniform, a yellow sash with a rose on it, and a Colt .45 on his waist. Now, what is a Cuban man doing in Jamaica? Simple, it was the blackest person they could find in the War Ministry.

The Island of Rose was already famous. 5 Protectorates under their jurisdiction, and one of the most democratic countries in the world. It was in NATO, Victoria, The First Communist International and the President was Proconsul of The New Roman Empire, so what did they want in the tiny Island?

A military advantage. The Rosians want a fort in Jamaica. And how could the Jamaicans refuse? I mean, they'd be getting what they wanted. Weapons, trade, and maybe protection. And come on, who hates the Island of Rose? Now, why did they send a military man?

Simple, a military man deals in military matters. And Major Alberto Gueverra is that military man. He was about 30, standard army cut. Now he looked around for any military leaders...

"Hello?!" He shouted. His accent was still Cuban. "I need to speak to the Jamaican President! Hello?!"

In his mind he was thinking Que mierderia, yo quido estar en mi casa...

And so, began the adventures of Major Alberto Gueverra.

((OOC: Aka, I want a fort in your nation ;) ))

Kaiser Alec chuckled when he read the news.

"Ooh- Can I firebomb it?"

Yuna then slapped him. "Not now- too many innocents there."

Alec muttered, "Damn."

"Dude, why would that change anything. How do you think King 'Lude and General Ripper financed their end in the civil war which ended uniting our islands under one king? Since unification, everything is great, its the best thing that ever happened, but hey, things cost and the ganja trade is a great way to earn money. Now, I thought you were gonna tell me a joke. . . Oh, hey wait a minute, I seem someone from the Island of Rose, I wonder what he's doing here, and in full military dress as well, must be important."

The Republic of Sandpit, on behalf of the Regional Federation of Cannabis Supporting Countries (RFCSN) (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_region/region=RFCSN) would like to congratulate Jamaica Reborn for organizing this excellent cannabis-promoting activity. We hope to exchange embassies with you, so that we could send an official delegation to your ganja festival and to promote goodwill between our two nations. We also hope that your head of state would come and visit our Republic.

Furthermore, the Republic of Sandpit calls on all cannabis-supporting nations of the world to unite and promote cannabis. (OOC this means more cannabis-related RP's and threads in General in the future)

"Dude, why would that change anything. How do you think King 'Lude and General Ripper financed their end in the civil war which ended uniting our islands under one king? Since unification, everything is great, its the best thing that ever happened, but hey, things cost and the ganja trade is a great way to earn money. Now, I thought you were gonna tell me a joke. . . Oh, hey wait a minute, I seem someone from the Island of Rose, I wonder what he's doing here, and in full military dress as well, must be important."

Slick C smiled, "I'm glad that you understand, I thought you might've went legal on me, but I should've known you would be cool, mon."

"A military mon from the Island of Rose you say? I wonder what he be doin' ere. Come with me and lets have a lil talk with him. But wait before we go, I hate that I got your hopes up and didn't tell you a joke, so listen to this. One day a young boy went to school and heard some older kids using the word 'vagina', so naturally this got the kid curious about what this 'vagina' was. So he went home and he asked his pappy about, he said 'Pappy, what's a vagina?' and his pappy replied 'Why my son, its the female sex organ'. So the young boy asked, 'What does it look like pappy?' and his pappy replied, 'Well son, before sex it looks like an unopened rose'. The kid was obviously impressed and said, 'Wow pappy what does it look like after?', and his pappy replied, 'Well son, have you ever seen a bulldog eatin mayonaise?"

Slick C laughed for a while and said "You can't tell me you didn't like that one, now come on, let's go chat with this military mon from 'The Island of Rose', you think they like ganja there as well?"

While Slick C and Ambassador Leaph were walking over to the man from Rose, there were already two natives speaking with him.

Native 1: What di hell he be talkin' bout mon, he ask me bout some President.
Native 2: No, no mon. We dont got wunna dim, we call our leader Di Dude, dat President stuff be for da lames. Look mon, here come Slick C now, he can explain it to ya proper.

Slick C held his hand out to the man from Rose, "Welcome to Jamaica, they call me Slick C, I'm second in charge of this island, may I ask your business?"

Slick C held his hand out to the man from Rose, "Welcome to Jamaica, they call me Slick C, I'm second in charge of this island, may I ask your business?"

The Alberto took a deep breath. "Whoo! Damn, I've never seen so much grass in my life! Heh, and I thought Rose had a lot!"

He shook his hand. "Major Alberto Gueverra of The Island of Rose's Army. I came to you as a diplomat. And maybe to work out a deal. You know, trade, Embassy, blah blah blah..."

He looked around for abit. "Hm, and I guess your export is grass. Well, our main export is porn. You okay with that?" He said with his trademark Cuban accent and a slight sarcasm.

He cleared his throat. "Oh right. The Island of Rose, you've heard of it right?"

The Republic of Sandpit, on behalf of the Regional Federation of Cannabis Supporting Countries (RFCSN) (http://www.nationstates.net/cgi-bin/index.cgi/target=display_region/region=RFCSN) would like to congratulate Jamaica Reborn for organizing this excellent cannabis-promoting activity. We hope to exchange embassies with you, so that we could send an official delegation to your ganja festival and to promote goodwill between our two nations. We also hope that your head of state would come and visit our Republic.

Furthermore, the Republic of Sandpit calls on all cannabis-supporting nations of the world to unite and promote cannabis. (OOC this means more cannabis-related RP's and threads in General in the future)

"We would be happy to exchange embassies with a nation such as yours that understands the cannabis culture and lifestyle. We also think it a good idea to send a delegate to the festival before it ends to learn of the many uses, importance and neccesity of cannabis, or as we prefer to say here in Jamaica, ganja. We'd like to learn more about this Regional Federation of Cannabis Supporting Countries and possibly become apart of it, if it fits our beliefs and ideas about ganja. I, Swoonie Woo, leader of Jamaica would be happy to visit your Republic as long as I am welcome."

-Swoonie Woo, Di Dude

Slick C smiled, "I'm glad that you understand, I thought you might've went legal on me, but I should've known you would be cool, mon."

"A military mon from the Island of Rose you say? I wonder what he be doin' ere. Come with me and lets have a lil talk with him. But wait before we go, I hate that I got your hopes up and didn't tell you a joke, so listen to this. One day a young boy went to school and heard some older kids using the word 'vagina', so naturally this got the kid curious about what this 'vagina' was. So he went home and he asked his pappy about, he said 'Pappy, what's a vagina?' and his pappy replied 'Why my son, its the female sex organ'. So the young boy asked, 'What does it look like pappy?' and his pappy replied, 'Well son, before sex it looks like an unopened rose'. The kid was obviously impressed and said, 'Wow pappy what does it look like after?', and his pappy replied, 'Well son, have you ever seen a bulldog eatin mayonaise?"

Slick C laughed for a while and said "You can't tell me you didn't like that one, now come on, let's go chat with this military mon from 'The Island of Rose', you think they like ganja there as well?"

While Slick C and Ambassador Leaph were walking over to the man from Rose, there were already two natives speaking with him.

Native 1: What di hell he be talkin' bout mon, he ask me bout some President.
Native 2: No, no mon. We dont got wunna dim, we call our leader Di Dude, dat President stuff be for da lames. Look mon, here come Slick C now, he can explain it to ya proper.

Slick C held his hand out to the man from Rose, "Welcome to Jamaica, they call me Slick C, I'm second in charge of this island, may I ask your business?"

The picture in his mind coupled with the knowledge they were about to speak to some one from the Island of Rose made abassador Leaph crack up. "Good one mon, very good" he said "and how appropriate" He couldn't keep the smile off his face as they approache the emmisary from the Island.

The Alberto took a deep breath. "Whoo! Damn, I've never seen so much grass in my life! Heh, and I thought Rose had a lot!"

He shook his hand. "Major Alberto Gueverra of The Island of Rose's Army. I came to you as a diplomat. And maybe to work out a deal. You know, trade, Embassy, blah blah blah..."

"Oh yes, we've been getting alot of that kind of talk lately, come walk and talk with us mon.", Slick C continued his casual stride once again, walking in between Ambassador Leaph and Major Gueverra.


He looked around for abit. "Hm, and I guess your export is grass. Well, our main export is porn. You okay with that?" He said with his trademark Cuban accent and a slight sarcasm.

"I got absolutely no problem with that man, we do what we do to make ends meet, right?", Slick C waved his hands towards the rows ganja vendors after he said this.


He cleared his throat. "Oh right. The Island of Rose, you've heard of it right?"

"No I can't say I have up until now, I'm sure you can tell me about it though, and a little bit more about the business you've come to Jamaica for. Would you like a joint?"

The Alberto took a deep breath. "Whoo! Damn, I've never seen so much grass in my life! Heh, and I thought Rose had a lot!"

He shook his hand. "Major Alberto Gueverra of The Island of Rose's Army. I came to you as a diplomat. And maybe to work out a deal. You know, trade, Embassy, blah blah blah..."

He looked around for abit. "Hm, and I guess your export is grass. Well, our main export is porn. You okay with that?" He said with his trademark Cuban accent and a slight sarcasm.

He cleared his throat. "Oh right. The Island of Rose, you've heard of it right?"

If ambassador Leaph had been drinking something it would have squirted out his nose. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" he choked out between laughs. It was kind of like that scene in the movie "Porky's" when the coaches had their talk about the penis hanging out in the girls locker room. "Excuse me mon, Major Gueverra, I need to regain some composure." With that the ambassador stepped back so the Major and Slick C could talk and he could laugh his ass off and get his bearings back. After a few minutes he walked back up and again expressed his apologies to Slick C and the Major.

Alberto nodded. "The Island of Rose. It's known as The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose, so we're socialist."

He chuckled. "We also have five Protectorates around the world. But we just settled empty lands, nothing dangerous."

He looked at the blunt and shook his head. "No thank you che, I need my strength."

He reached into his pocket and took out a PDA sort of device. A few presses of a button and a map showed up on the tiny screen. He showed to Slick. "See che, your Island is on the Carribean. And basically, I want to see if you can allow us to build a fort. It'd be our territory of course."

He put the PDA inside his pocket. "And of course, you'll get paid in arms, money, something. Well? It'd station a Division by the way, and a fleet. Well?"

He waited.

Alberto nodded. "The Island of Rose. It's known as The Proletariat Commonwealth of The Island of Rose, so we're socialist."

He chuckled. "We also have five Protectorates around the world. But we just settled empty lands, nothing dangerous."

He looked at the blunt and shook his head. "No thank you che, I need my strength."

He reached into his pocket and took out a PDA sort of device. A few presses of a button and a map showed up on the tiny screen. He showed to Slick. "See che, your Island is on the Carribean. And basically, I want to see if you can allow us to build a fort. It'd be our territory of course."

He put the PDA inside his pocket. "And of course, you'll get paid in arms, money, something. Well? It'd station a Division by the way, and a fleet. Well?"

He waited.

Slick C looked over at Ambassador Leaph amused, "You sure you alright, mon? Either that joke was really funny or the ganja is creepin' in ya brain, be sure to tell it to all ya friends back in Mauiwowee, eh? Tell em its from Jamaica with love, haha."

Slick shited his attention to the Major and after listening to what he had to say replied, "Well, if it was up to me I'd say yes at the moment, but I don't have the power to give the ok for such things without approval from Di People, Di Dude, and my equal Di Mon. But, while we're here, you can tell me what you mean by your 'own land' would your citizens be living there as well?", Slick C pulled out yet another fat joint, lit it up and began smoking it as he talked.

"Gentlemen" said ambassador Leaph upon rejoining the group. "I must sincerely apologize." ::: Looking at Slick C ::: "something just got me tickled and I had to let it out."

"Slick, we don't have formal diplomatic relations with the Island of Rose, but they are well known to us. Their navy is easily equal to ours in technological development and easily exceeds ours in terms of the sheer number of ships and equipment. Between the ships and training we've agreed to supply and the Island of Rose's assistance in additional equipment and training, you'll get a significant jump start to your military. An alliance of 3 islands around the world with major naval presences would be of benefit to us all as well. Major, I'm impressed and I'd like to use this opportunity to open a dialouge between our countries as well. We know you have strong ties to the Generic Empire and we do as well, perhaps this meeting is more than just fate."

Alberto chuckled. "A triad of Island states... well, that sounds... good. I need to pass it through the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and he has to pass through the President." He sighed. "That's called beurecracy"

He looked at Slick C. "No, just military equipment. Our land as in your laws don't register there. I mean, it's done with Embassies around the world. We won't kill Jamaicans, I don't see the point."

He went back to Leaph. "Yes.... Generia. Why does everything they do screw us over somehow..." He laughed.

Alberto chuckled. "A triad of Island states... well, that sounds... good. I need to pass it through the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and he has to pass through the President." He sighed. "That's called beurecracy"

He looked at Slick C. "No, just military equipment. Our land as in your laws don't register there. I mean, it's done with Embassies around the world. We won't kill Jamaicans, I don't see the point."

He went back to Leaph. "Yes.... Generia. Why does everything they do screw us over somehow..." He laughed.

"Mhm...", Slick C hummed while scratching his chin, "What kind of weapons can we expect to recieve if we grant you a base on our island. I don't mean to ask so many questions, but a leader must know all the aspects of a deal before it can be made.", Slick C loved saying that, he had held his position for almost a month now and still forgot what kind've power he held sometimes.

Slick C turned to Ambassador Leaph,"I like the sound of an Island alliance, a circular trade between the three of our nations would benefit us all, as well as a sharing of technology to keep everyone on the same level of equipment.", Slick C nodded and puffed on his joint again, happy with what he had said.

Alberto chuckled. "Don't worry, you're new to this leader game, I'm sure you'll get used to it soon."

He took out his PDA out again, a few click of some buttons... beep beep beep. Alberto gave Slick C the PDA, the picture? Various ships, weapons, and planes, all of which the Island of Rose used, flashed by on the PDA.

"Well..." He said with a confident voice. "If you know what those weapons are, that."

((OOC: Check my factbook to get a clue on what we use :) glad to know you're no n00b :P ))

Alberto chuckled. "Don't worry, you're new to this leader game, I'm sure you'll get used to it soon."

He took out his PDA out again, a few click of some buttons... beep beep beep. Alberto gave Slick C the PDA, the picture? Various ships, weapons, and planes, all of which the Island of Rose used, flashed by on the PDA.

"Well..." He said with a confident voice. "If you know what those weapons are, that."

((OOC: Check my factbook to get a clue on what we use :) glad to know you're no n00b :P ))

Slick C looked down at the weapons being displayed on Alberto's PDA with satisfaction, "If we are promised a healthy dose of those weapons, then I can guarantee you a spot on the Island."

OOC: Yea, lets just say I've been around the block....and don't read too much into that. :p

Slick C looked down at the weapons being displayed on Alberto's PDA with satisfaction, "If we are promised a healthy dose of those weapons, then I can guarantee you a spot on the Island."

OOC: Yea, lets just say I've been around the block....and don't read too much into that. :p

Alberto nodded. "I'll see what I can do. I need to get this through the Nikolai..."

He sat down on a nearby chair, taking his Colt .45 as he sat. He looked at it for awhile. "Hmm..." He put it back in his holster. "How does your Government work?"

Alberto nodded. "I'll see what I can do. I need to get this through the Nikolai..."

He sat down on a nearby chair, taking his Colt .45 as he sat. He looked at it for awhile. "Hmm..." He put it back in his holster. "How does your Government work?"

Slick C smiled and took a seat next to Alberto in a plush chair, "Well, Alberto, it's very simple. Our leader, Swoonie Woo, holds the position of "Di Dude", which is it's own class of leader but can be compared to a president of sorts. Next in the line of power comes me and my equal, Silent Murphy. We are called, "Di Men", our main purpose is to advise Swoonie on his decisions and to keep an eye on Domestic, Foriegn and Military affairs. Finally, the last in the line of power are "Di People". Whenever Swoonie makes a decision that will effect the people in a large way, he must present first present it to them in the form of a 45 man senate who can either choose to pass or veto whatever Swoonie has brought to them.", Swoonie took antother puff of his joint.

"Pretty simple stuff eh?"

Alberto nodded and chuckled. "Hell, ours is like that. Only it's called Parliament and there's over 500 members. Plus there are 10 advisers, around 10 I think."

He took off his beret, his hair was styled in a miltary cut. "Oy..." He said. "But how is your economic system?"

"As of right now I'd say it's pretty good, we've got trade intiated with several large countries which gives us some serious amounts of profit. We've also got alot of money coming in from several nations who have troops and bases stationed on the island, taxes coming in from them gives us a good boost as well. Just a year go, we wouldnt've been able to fund a festival like this, the old Prime Minister really screwed Jamaica over. But now that he's gone, things are looking much better for us.", Slick C took yet another puff of his joint and blew the smoke out in circles. Several people who were walking by would stop shake hands and shortly speak with Slick, giving Alberto an idea of his popularity among the people.

In the background Afroman- Because I Got High, thumped in the background and Slick began nodding his head slightly. "Afroman must be on stage now, quite a performer he is."

Alberto looked over at Afroman. "Hmm... I think you people need a break from the grass." He laughed at his own joke.

He shook his head. "But you didn't answer my question. Is private business allowed? Or did you nationalise everything? You know, communism, socialism, capitalist... blah blah blah..." He said.

Alberto looked over at Afroman. "Hmm... I think you people need a break from the grass." He laughed at his own joke.

He shook his head. "But you didn't answer my question. Is private business allowed? Or did you nationalise everything? You know, communism, socialism, capitalist... blah blah blah..." He said.

"Oh sorry, mon, I mistook your question. Private business is very much allowed in Jamaica, we believe every man should have the ability to make his own way if he chooses to do so. Plus, the competition stimulates the economy, and increases the money flow. So I guess you could call us capitalist.", people were running past Alberto and Slick now, rushing to where the stage was further down the street to see Afroman perform.

"Oh sorry, mon, I mistook your question. Private business is very much allowed in Jamaica, we believe every man should have the ability to make his own way if he chooses to do so. Plus, the competition stimulates the economy, and increases the money flow. So I guess you could call us capitalist.", people were running past Alberto and Slick now, rushing to where the stage was further down the street to see Afroman perform.

Alberto looked at the people rush by him. "Concho, they like this Afro guy... dueling gets this much attention on the Island..."

He shook his head. "Hm, well, I guess you're the good kind of capitalist. So no Communist International for you... hmm..."

He looked at his watch. "Can I speak to Swoonie?"

Alberto looked at the people rush by him. "Concho, they like this Afro guy... dueling gets this much attention on the Island..."

He shook his head. "Hm, well, I guess you're the good kind of capitalist. So no Communist International for you... hmm..."

He looked at his watch. "Can I speak to Swoonie?"


"Oh yes, yes, yes. You'll be needing to speak to him anyway to get approval for this base of yours. Come with me, I'll take you both you to him.", Slick C got up from the plush chair and flicked the joint in his hands away, the two visitors followed Slick as he made sharp turns and twists through the crowd. After about 5 minutes of walking, the trio reached the Porche that Ambassador Leaph had drove to the city in. Slick requested the keys from Leaph, as it was now his vehicle, and got inside of the car. After some quick manuevering through the crowd Slick C put the pedal to the metal and sped out of the city limits.

Slick sped the two past beautiful scenery, as the buildings began to thin out and the hilly plains became more numerous. It was night time and the stars twinkled over head, bathing the plains in a hazy blue light. They drove for about 20 minutes until Slick made a sharp turn onto a dirt road which after about a 10 minute drive, led to a large 3 story mansion. Slick pulled the car up to the double doored entrance of the mansion and the three men piled out of the car. Slick led the two men to the door, and began fiddling with a metal voicebox located on the right side of the door. He quickly tapped in a code and then began speaking, "Hey mon, it's Slick , open up.", after a short pause there was a deep reply from the voicebox, "Slick, I thought I told you to call before you randomnly decide to show up at my house. This better be important."

Slick rolled his eyes and there was sharp clicking sound from the doors. Slick held the large wooden door open and ushered the two men inside. The mansion was lavish and very open. Slick looked through the contempary styled room and failed to spot Swoonie, "He must be upstairs.", he said to the pair behind him. The three jotted up the velvet steps and Slick led them to a secluded room on the right side of the stairs. Slick opened the door, again allowing the two Ambassadors to enter before him. Inside was Swoonie, sitting at a desk and reading over several papers. He was in formal dress, wearing a black suit, and his thick dreads hung down around his shoulders. Everyone of his fingers were decorated in platinum rings, and a lit cuban cigar hung from his mouth.

He looked up at the three standing at his door, "Come in, come in, have a seat. I'm Swoonie, Di Dude of Jamaica, what can I do for you two?"

Swoonie waved his hands at two green armchairs that were placed in front of his desk, Slick stayed next to the door as if guarding it.

Alberto slammed his fist against his chest, the standard Rosian military salute. "Swoonie, I am Major Alberto Gueverra, I've come to negotiate with you an interesting propisition."

He threw the PDA at Swoonie, expecting him to catch it. "A fort in your nation for weapons. And Embassies, trade, blah blah blah..."

((OOC: Sorry for the craptastic posts...))

OOC: I got somewhere I gotta be and don't have time right now, I'll post more tonight.

Swoonie caught the PDA and looked up at Alberto strangely, as if to say "What the hell is wrong with this guy?". Swoonie looked through the PDA and roughly tossed it back. "So, we'll recieve those weapons within your little machine if we grant you permission to build a base? Is that how this deal goes?"

Alberto catched it and put it in his pocket in military style. "Si." He chuckled. "And porn, cheap porn. I mean, our porn industry is so good, the most expensive porn is 1 dollar, which is worth less then our currency, the Rose." He said so in a matter of factly voice. "And maybe we can get some of your grass?"

Alberto catched it and put it in his pocket in military style. "Si." He chuckled. "And porn, cheap porn. I mean, our porn industry is so good, the most expensive porn is 1 dollar, which is worth less then our currency, the Rose." He said so in a matter of factly voice. "And maybe we can get some of your grass?"

Swoonie chuckled shortly and then quickly snapped back to a serious face, "I myself have no interest in pornography, but I'm sure even a country such as mine has a few lonely citizens who might be interested, so why not, we'll accept the porn. As for the "grass", you'll have to speak with Slick about those kinds of things, I deal with real trade, not petty things such as ganja.", Swoonie looked over at Slick as if signaling him to talk.

"Uh, sure, we can hook you up with some ganja, mon. No worries.", Slick C spat out.

Alberto chuckled. "Serious trade? Well then, I suppose weapons for cash. And if you ever need it, we can help you set up a nuclear program, but I doubt you want that."

He laughed. "Ha, petty ganja? That's going to have to be your biggest export for probably forever, hell porn is our biggest export. I'm afraid if you don't have anything more serious then grass, you're screwed."

He raised his brow. "Well do you?"

Alberto chuckled. "Serious trade? Well then, I suppose weapons for cash. And if you ever need it, we can help you set up a nuclear program, but I doubt you want that."

He laughed. "Ha, petty ganja? That's going to have to be your biggest export for probably forever, hell porn is our biggest export. I'm afraid if you don't have anything more serious then grass, you're screwed."

He raised his brow. "Well do you?"

Swoonie Woo scowled for a second, and then switched his facial expression to a smile, "In my eyes, yes, ganja is a petty issue. I refuse to deal in those matters anymore, I live a different life now, and I plan to stay involved with politics. You assume to much, Alberto, just because ganja is celebrated here so blatantly on our island, doesn't mean its our biggest export. In reality, foriegn tourism is, but who knows, if more pot adoring nations pop up it might soon become our main money-maker"

Alberto cleared his throat. "Well, I'm just stating the obvious from what I see. Nothing against you, just trying to give some advice."

He chuckled. "Tell me, what kind of tanks, weapons, armor, etc does your army use?"

Alberto cleared his throat. "Well, I'm just stating the obvious from what I see. Nothing against you, just trying to give some advice."

He chuckled. "Tell me, what kind of tanks, weapons, armor, etc does your army use?"


"Well currently, our army is one of the most formidable in the Carribbean. Possibly THE best army in the Carribbean, here's what we have currently in our arsenal.", Swoonie shuffled through the papers on his desk until he came across a green one, he lifted the paper up, laid back in his seat and read the contents of the page loudly.

"The Empire of Jamaica's Army possesses:

110,000 Ground Troops- armed with SA 33 Assault Rifles
20 T-72 Tanks
45 Artillery Pieces
20,000 Mobile Troop units (Ranging from civilian trucks, to Humvees)
500 M4 IFV's
4000 Leopard Tanks"

Alberto raised his brow. "Sorry, but that's actually the weakest army in the Carribean. Louisiana has bigger armies in the Carribean and Mississippi just has a huge army. And Neo-Soviet Russia has a Carribean empire. Just being blunt with you, sorry."

He walked up to the paper and observed it for abit. He chuckled. "We use T-90s and BMP-3s. And our RAR-1A is an advance assualt rifle. Though we don't have selling rights, but we have millions of HK G36s that'd you'd love to use."

Alberto raised his brow. "Sorry, but that's actually the weakest army in the Carribean. Louisiana has bigger armies in the Carribean and Mississippi just has a huge army. And Neo-Soviet Russia has a Carribean empire. Just being blunt with you, sorry."

He walked up to the paper and observed it for abit. He chuckled. "We use T-90s and BMP-3s. And our RAR-1A is an advance assualt rifle. Though we don't have selling rights, but we have millions of HK G36s that'd you'd love to use."

"Well excuse me, I guess our foriegn intelligence isn't as good as we'd like it to be. You seem so confident in your own army and the armies of the other countries you have mentioned. Why don't you lend some of your equipment to the Army of Jamaica in exchange for a base so that the next time you look at the statistics of our armed forces you won't take it so lightly? Or would you like a large bag of ganja to take home instead?", Swoonie Woo was growing irraritated by what he saw as this man's down playing of Jamaica as a whole. Slick C contemplated stepping into the conversation, in the end he decided not too and continued to watch.

Alberto sighed. "Sir, sorry. I thought you knew. I take your nation very seriously. I know the shit you had to go through, please do not think I am calling you inferior. Trust me, we'll give you better weapons. I had to be blunt, Rosians are blunt."

He shrugged. "Hell, if we lied we're not Rosian. I apologize if I seemed rude."

Alberto sighed. "Sir, sorry. I thought you knew. I take your nation very seriously. I know the shit you had to go through, please do not think I am calling you inferior. Trust me, we'll give you better weapons. I had to be blunt, Rosians are blunt."

He shrugged. "Hell, if we lied we're not Rosian. I apologize if I seemed rude."

"I apologize for being short with you as well. But you must understand, for our nation's size and population, the progress, allies and military we've made for ourselves are above the average standard, and I take much pride in this. From now on I'll remember that your people are quick to state the truth, and wont take so much offense to it. We would gladly accept any weapons that you can offer us, and in exchange we'll allow you to build a base on our island. I just need a name list and number of the weapons so I can add them
to the books."

OOC: This is completely out of character, but later on I plan to begin a Jamaican expansion campaign throughout the carribbean, so do you know how much of the region that those nations control?

Alberto chuckled. "Time to take out the fancy PDA again..." He took out his PDA, a few presses of the button and the PDA showed a list, of course you had to scroll, but, meh.

Rosian Weapons that can be sold:

Personal Weapons
Assualt Rifle: HK G36, HK G36C, HK G36K
Pistol: Colt .45
SubMachine Gun: RSMG-B1A (Bizon renamed)
Anti-tank weapon: RPG-7
Squad Machine Gun: M249
Heavy Machine Gun: M60
Mortar: 40mm Light Mortar
Sniper Rifle: PSG-1
Heavy Sniper Rifle: Barret M99
Shotgun: SPAS-12
Anti-aircraft weapon: RAAW-1 (Stinger renamed)

Vehicles
MBT: T-90
APC: BMP-3
Transport Car: Humvee
Transport Truck: Ural Medium Haul 4x4

Artillery
RMLRS 120mm Rocket Artillery
RTAP 155mm Howitzer Artillery

Aircraft
RF-1 (F-18 renamed)
RB-1 (F-15E renamed)
RAH-1 (Hind renamed)
RLAH-1 (Cobra Attack Helicopters renamed)
RCP-1 (C-17 renamed)
ROH-1 (Blackhawk renamed)
RSH-1 (Little Bird renamed)
RHB-1 (B-52 renamed)
ROP-1 (Refueling plane thing... renamed)

Ships
Nimitz Class Carrier (Carries 85 Aircraft)
United States Class Carrier (Carries 50 Aircraft)
Iowa Class Battleship
Los Angeles Class Submarine
Arleigh Burke Guided Missile AEGIS Destroyer
Kilauea Class Ammunition Ship
Kaiser Class Oiler Ship
Safeguard Class Rescue and Salvage Ship
Mercy Class Hospital Ship
Chicago Class Escort Ships

Alberto handed Swoonie that PDA. "Not much compared to other nations, but we prefer a Jack of all Trades kind of thing."

((OOC: You know what most of those things are right? =/ and if you plan to invade, expect 03 nations nuking you. Better to settle empty continents ;) ))

Standing to the side and listening, ambassador Leaph noted the mounting tensions, but also noted the correctness of the stats being thrown about. Thinking about the situation and the idea of an island nation triad between the pacific, Carribean and the Mediterranean and how powerful they could all become he spoke:

"Gentlemen, you're quibbling about technological adavances and populations. Jamaica is a newly united country, Rose, you've been "around the block" more than once. We're relatively new, but nothing to be sneezed at. We took Louisiana, Mississippi, and Mobile, Alabama from the Antebellum South without so much as firing a shot and in the process lined up Granzi, Generia, Wirraway, Serti and others as allies. We don't fear the other southern countries you mention Mr. Alberto, but at the same time Mr. Swoonie, you should not discount the power of the nations Mr. Alberto speaks of. I don't know if Mr. C. has informed you Mr. Swoonie, but in return for our naval base, we've given you a carrier and support ships and promised to train your men so that, in the near term, all the ships are manned by your people. I'm sure that the Island of Rose, once it passes their legislature, will do something similar. Gentlemen, to put it bluntly, as the Rosarians rightly do, an alliance between 3 island nations across the globe is to all of our advantages. Frankly, we don't need Rosarian porn and we don't need Jamacian grass. However, we'd like to trade Rosarian technology and establish political ties and Jamacian tourism is something that could benefit both countries of Mauiwowee and Jamaica. All 3 of us benefit militarily and world power wise from a "unification" so let's set aside our differences about the relative "value" of what we can exchange and figure out how we can help each other."

With that, ambassador Leaph sat down, looked at C. and pulled out what looked like a quality cuban cigar from his suit coat pocket, but was really tobacco wrapped 1/4 oz. of fine Mauiwoweeian mairjuana.

Alberto Gueverra chuckled. "I'm very sure Sergei will like the idea. Imagine the possibilities, control of three oceans! The only thing that would prevent legislation is the fact that Mauiwowee has connections to Generia... who as we know has a crackpot leader again."

He raised his brow. "As in, if the triad doesn't interefere with NATO, Victoria or the International, I'm sure it'll pass. The alliance thing I mean."

He smelt the cigar and shrugged. "Those things kill you che."

Slick C smiled after listening to Leaph's interjection and stepped up behind the chair that the ambassador had seated himself in, "Now you see, this man here, is a pure business man. That's what I like about this guy, always thinking in a positive light.", Slick gave Leaph a hearty pat on the shoulder before redirecting his attention to Swoonie and Alberto, "I think you two can learn alot from this man, and I definately think he's right about an alliance between the three of us. There's so much to gain in a proposal such as that, and absolutely nothing to lose, I say we go along with it, what do you think Swoonie?", Slick C looked at Swoonie and Swoonie looked back, there was an uneasy silence for a moment and then Swoonie spoke.

"What the man had to say sounded all fine and well, but I really need to know something from Alberto here before we can talk about that. Alberto, how much of this exactly would come complimentary with us letting you have a plot of your own territory on our island?"

Alberto had a confident grin. "Enough to supply your army... and more. Just outline how much you need and you have your guns. And we, have our base. You can't refuse that!" He still had that grin on his face, how could the Jamaicans refuse modern equipment?

Alberto had a confident grin. "Enough to supply your army... and more. Just outline how much you need and you have your guns. And we, have our base. You can't refuse that!" He still had that grin on his face, how could the Jamaicans refuse modern equipment?

"We'll need enough to evenly distribute to around 200,000 men. You can decide how much would be neccasary for that amount of troops. You do know that when I say complimentary, I mean free.", Swoonie gave Alberto a firm look as he said this.

OOC: So a nation out there controls the entire Carribbean? Or just most of it, because I was going for the smaller islands, Aruba, Cayman Islands, The Bahamas, ect. And about the weapons, no, I don't know what alot of them are but God gave us google so I can damn sure find out. :D

"We'll need enough to evenly distribute to around 200,000 men. You can decide how much would be neccasary for that amount of troops. You do know that when I say complimentary, I mean free.", Swoonie gave Alberto a firm look as he said this.

OOC: So a nation out there controls the entire Carribbean? Or just most of it, because I was going for the smaller islands, Aruba, Cayman Islands, The Bahamas, ect. And about the weapons, no, I don't know what alot of them are but God gave us google so I can damn sure find out. :D

Alberto rolled his eyes. "Yes I know that. But what about the soldiers you need to train, guards, naval officers, you'll need more then 200,000. "

He chuckled. "Also, we can't deliver the ships. But we can teach you how to build them, maybe the armor too. Hell, we'll give you production rights and instructions on how to build them."

He cleared his throat. "If Nikolai approves first though..."

((OOC: Yep. The name is Neo-Soviet Russia. Or Neo Soviet Russia. I think one of the names =/ ))

Alberto rolled his eyes. "Yes I know that. But what about the soldiers you need to train, guards, naval officers, you'll need more then 200,000. "

He chuckled. "Also, we can't deliver the ships. But we can teach you how to build them, maybe the armor too. Hell, we'll give you production rights and instructions on how to build them."

He cleared his throat. "If Nikolai approves first though..."

((OOC: Yep. The name is Neo-Soviet Russia. Or Neo Soviet Russia. I think one of the names =/ ))

"The 200,000 are an addition to the 110,000 in the Army who are currently being trained by Yallak, so for right now this is enough. We have hard laborers in Jamaica, if you give us the plans and correct equipment for the ships we can build them properly.", Swoonie said in a calm voice.

Alberto shook his head. "I need approval from the Minister of Commerce first. I can give you his cell number though..."

He took out his PDA... again. A few of presses of the button and it showed Nikolai's number. It read:

Minister of Commerce: Nikolai Geoff
Residence: Presidential Villa
Number: (781) 135-6364
Cellular Number: (781) 262-2624
Currently At: R.M.S. Titanic on Vacation

Alberto handed it to Swoonie... again. "It's very nifty. Call him if you want. Better then waiting for weeks, maybe months."

Swoonie took the PDA and in his hand and looked it up and down shortly, "I'll really have to get myself one of these", he said with a brief grin before pressing the dial button on the PDA. He put the device to his ear and waited for the other line to pick up.

Nikolai was resting on a beach chair on the deck. His radio was blasting the song "Get Low" so people were not around him. He was sleeping ironically, even with the bass up all the way.

His phone rang. "Gah!" He said. He picked up his phone, "Get Low" playing in the background. "What do you want?" His voice was Russian and irritated, I mean he was sleeping! Who knows what he was thinking.

Nikolai looked at the number from his cellular ID. "And how did a person in Jamaica get this number?"

Looking up at Slick C ambassador Leaph said under his breath "thanks mon" and handed the blunt to him, and then stood up.

"OK, now we're getting somewhere, how about this: Swoonie, you will provide the men, Rose, you provide the equipment and as we have promised, we'll provide the the training on how to use it. Fuck the neo soviets for now. They won't know anyting unless tell them. When they do find out, well hell, they'll face a global triad. They'll have to accept us all. What do you say?"

Alberto rolled his eyes. "You seem to be forgetting that the Island and the Neo Soviets are in the First Communist International, the first alliance the Island ever joined! And I don't think we want to be expelled for attacking an ally!"

He snorted. "Bah, fuck imperialism. Settling empty continents are better..."

((OOC: Meh, I don't think Jamaica shouldn't be going to war for land.))

Slick C took a hit from the blunt and said chokingly, "It sounds like a plan to me mon, I'm down for it."

Swoonie looked up at Leaph but said nothing, the other line had picked up and he began to speak, he tried to tone down his accent as best he could,"Greetings, you are speaking to Swoonie Woo, Di Dude of Jamaica and I'm calling to get permission for the blueprints of certain ships that your nation produces as well as a list of weapons, an ambassador of yours is here and he goes by the name of Major Albreto, he's how I got your number."

Nikolai shrugged. "Ah yes... from the Ministry of War. Bah, should've sent someone from the Ministry of Commerce."

He lowered the song on his radio. "Yes, the weapons. You can have those for free. At least he was nice enough to say to you to contact me. Hm, Di Dude... meh. Well, have a nice day." A few seconds. "Anything else to add?" He added.

Nikolai shrugged. "Ah yes... from the Ministry of War. Bah, should've sent someone from the Ministry of Commerce."

He lowered the song on his radio. "Yes, the weapons. You can have those for free. At least he was nice enough to say to you to contact me. Hm, Di Dude... meh. Well, have a nice day." A few seconds. "Anything else to add?" He added.

Swoonie held the phone, "Nothing in particular, I just wish goodwill between our two nations and I thank you for your contribution to our military."

Nikolai yawned. "Enjoy your weapons of doom." Click.

* * *

Alberto raised his brow, arms crossed. "Well?"

Alberto rolled his eyes. "You seem to be forgetting that the Island and the Neo Soviets are in the First Communist International, the first alliance the Island ever joined! And I don't think we want to be expelled for attacking an ally!"

He snorted. "Bah, fuck imperialism. Settling empty continents are better..."

((OOC: Meh, I don't think Jamaica shouldn't be going to war for land.))

I didn't say attack them Major, I said ignore them. Surely you're not violating your alliance with them if you assist Jamaica in its efforts to build its country militarily and economically. I'm sure neither we nor Jamaica plan to attack the neo-soviets. Sorry if you misunderstood us.

Alberto nodded. "Oh sorry then. No, that wouldn't violate the International..."

Swoonie tossed the PDA back at Alberto, speaking in his normal voice again he said, "Well he said we could have them for free, he seems like a very busy man. Now, once again, may I ask you to decide the correct amount of these weapons for 200,000 available men."

Slick C interjected, "Swoonie, I really think you ought to hear more about this triad alliance between us all, it sounds like a good deal."

Swoonie sharply replied, "I'll get to that, just let me finish my business with Alberto."

Alberto catched it and put it in his pocket. He then shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm not into this logistics crap. That's your job."

Alberto catched it and put it in his pocket. He then shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm not into this logistics crap. That's your job."

Actually, if you accept our proposal, its our job. Logistics/training its all basically one and the same. Major, bring your stuff in, Swoonie, give us men to supply it too and we'll make sure they know how to use it properly.

Alberto catched it and put it in his pocket. He then shrugged. "Don't ask me. I'm not into this logistics crap. That's your job."

"In that case, give us the most of everything that you can possibly spare and we in turn will grant you the base.", Swoonie then turned to Slick C and Leaph.

"This triad that you two speak of, it sounds good enough to me, as long as it includes military backing from all nations within the alliance if one of us is attacked, or if one of us was to go to war for a reasonable cause."

"In that case, give us the most of everything that you can possibly spare and we in turn will grant you the base.", Swoonie then turned to Slick C and Leaph.

"This triad that you two speak of, it sounds good enough to me, as long as it includes military backing from all nations within the alliance if one of us is attacked, or if one of us was to go to war for a reasonable cause."

Well, I need to clear it with the king, but I'd think that so long as backing you for defensive purposes or joining you on the offense wouldn't violate a pre-existing agreement with someone and so long as any offensive move by you was justified, we'd have no issues. As a newish nation, you're not set to even think about anything but true defense anyway at this time. Major, what do you say?

Well, I need to clear it with the king, but I'd think that so long as backing you for defensive purposes or joining you on the offense wouldn't violate a pre-existing agreement with someone and so long as any offensive move by you was justified, we'd have no issues. As a newish nation, you're not set to even think about anything but true defense anyway at this time. Major, what do you say?

"You're right, but in time when we become larger we might have a few valid reasons to want to expand our island boundaries. Which could either result in peaceful annexation or a hostile takeover. But these are for much later times, for now we'll provide you with the 200,000 men and you'll provide the training and logistics as stated", said Swoonie, taking a puff from his cuban cigar after he finished speaking.

"You're right, but in time when we become larger we might have a few valid reasons to want to expand our island boundaries. Which could either result in peaceful annexation or a hostile takeover. But these are for much later times, for now we'll provide you with the 200,000 men and you'll provide the training and logistics as stated", said Swoonie, taking a puff from his cuban cigar after he finished speaking.

Pulling out his cell phone, abassador Leaph said let me call the king and confirm his acceptance of the deal. The ambassador started dialing the phone and stepped out into the hallway where he could speak with King 'Lude in private. After a few minutes he returned and said:

"its a deal. We'd also like to invite Jamaica to establish an embassy in Mauiwowee and we'll do some training there for the troops as well. Major Alberto, we'd welcome an embassy exchange with TIOR as well and we'd also be willing to permit you a military base in Mauiwowee, in exchange for your permitting us one on TIOR. If you accept, you and the Generic Empire will be the only countries with military personnel in Mauiwowee. The king is also very interested in some sort of formal Island Nation Alliance - maybe the INA, we could be the charter members and others worthy of joining could join. If all the major sea powers hooked up, we could control the oceans. Just think in England and Spain and France has cooperated in the middle ages instead of being against one another. Sound OK gentlemen?"

The Major rolled his eyes. "Again, the President needs to approve this. Also, we better be picky on who we pick to join. But that's the President's job."

The Major rolled his eyes. "Again, the President needs to approve this. Also, we better be picky on who we pick to join. But that's the President's job."

"Absolutely we'd be picky about who joined. As the charter members, I'd say we'd have to all 3 unanimously approve an application to join. If this is not a good time to bother your president Major, we can take this up later though. I mean, we're here discussing political alliances when there is a national party going on. The major order of business is accomplished I do believe. We both have military bases in Jamaica, We've supplied Jamaica some military equipment, you've supplied even more and we're going to set up a training and logistics program. A formal treaty on the INA can wait till later if need be. King 'Lude will have to approve and sign the treaty as well. He just asked me to state our interest in such an alliance and make a formal overture to TIOR to exchange embassies and military bases. Swoonie, sound right to you?"

"Absolutely we'd be picky about who joined. As the charter members, I'd say we'd have to all 3 unanimously approve an application to join. If this is not a good time to bother your president Major, we can take this up later though. I mean, we're here discussing political alliances when there is a national party going on. The major order of business is accomplished I do believe. We both have military bases in Jamaica, We've supplied Jamaica some military equipment, you've supplied even more and we're going to set up a training and logistics program. A formal treaty on the INA can wait till later if need be. King 'Lude will have to approve and sign the treaty as well. He just asked me to state our interest in such an alliance and make a formal overture to TIOR to exchange embassies and military bases. Swoonie, sound right to you?"

"It sounds fine to me, I'll just need you to provide a means of transportation for my Ambassador to your nation. Jamaica we'll gain respect with the International Community involved with an alliance with two larger island nations such as yourselves. It'll give us the kind of regional promotion we need.", Swoonie said smoothly. "Is there some document or agreement that we should sign to make it final once Alberto gets everything cleared with his president?"

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"It sounds fine to me, I'll just need you to provide a means of transportation for my Ambassador to your nation. Jamaica we'll gain respect with the International Community involved with an alliance with two larger island nations such as yourselves. It'll give us the kind of regional promotion we need.", Swoonie said smoothly. "Is there some document or agreement that we should sign to make it final once Alberto gets everything cleared with his president?"

The embassy has 2 Gulfstream III's hanagered at the airport. We'll generally make one available to you for diplomatic purposes anytime you wish.

Alberto nodded. "Yes, we should sign something..."

The embassy has 2 Gulfstream III's hanagered at the airport. We'll generally make one available to you for diplomatic purposes anytime you wish.


Swoonie nodded, "I have hemp paper here that we can all sign on, if anybody would like to write something up before signatures be my guest."

Swoonie nodded, "I have hemp paper here that we can all sign on, if anybody would like to write something up before signatures be my guest."

Pulling out a pen, ambassador Leaph took the hemp paper from Swoonie, thought a minute and wrote:

WHEREAS: Jamaica Reborn is in need of military equipment and alliances; and
WHEREAS: The Island of Rose and Mauiwowee wish to see Jamaica Reborn prosper; and
WHEREAS: The 3 countries have agreed by their official representatives to ensure an alliance that benefits them all:
IT IS THEREFORE AGREED:
1. The Island of Rose shall provide Arms and ammuntion and basic military equipment sufficient to support 200,000 Jamaican troops;
2. Mauiwowee shall supply Jamaica Reborn with an aircraft carrier, 4 Battleships, 2 Destoyers and a submarine manned by Mauiwoween crews;
3. Mauiwowee shall supply logistics and military training to Jamaica Reborn troops sufficient to enable them to effectively create a small military force using the supplies from The Island of Rose;
4. Mauiwowee shall undertake to train Jamaican's in the logisitics of naval support and shall make efforts to train and place Jamaicans on the ships it is supplying to Jamaica Reborn under this agreement.
5. Embassies shall be exchanged between all countries to this agreement.
6. Jamaica Reborn shall permit The Island of Rose and Mauiwowee permission to establish military bases within their territory;
7. Standard rules of diplomatic immunity and territorial governance for the military bases shall be observed.

"If this meets with everyone's approval, I'll be the first to sign" said Ambassador Leaph.

Alberto signed it. "And the President will need to sign it too of course."

((OOC: I'm already in it, but I have to RP the beuracracy ya know))

Alberto signed it. "And the President will need to sign it too of course."

((OOC: I'm already in it, but I have to RP the beuracracy ya know))

"Good, sounds like we're in smooth waters here. King 'Lude will have to sign as well, but that won't be a problem, I assume, Major, that getting yoru president to sign won't be anymore than diplomatic, beureaocratic formality as well? Swoonie, what do you say?"

"I will sign it, it fits my ideas.", Swoonie took the pen and paper from Leaph and signed the paper, sealing the deal.

"I will sign it, it fits my ideas.", Swoonie took the pen and paper from Leaph and signed the paper, sealing the deal.

"Gentlemen: I think its 'Party time!!' said ambassador Leaph; smiling and obviously excited about the deal he had struck with a new country and another major naval power. "Major, inform your president that we shall send Commodore Athlon Amd to TIOR to serve as our ambassador. He is an honors graduate of our naval acadamy, has 17 years of naval command experience under his belt, including 4 years as a submarine captain, and a masters degree in political science to boot. Please let me know who you plan to send to Mauiwowee. Swoonie, let us know who you plan to send, although I will say, Slick C. has proven his worth in this matter. Major, also, tell your president to expect a TG regarding a potential exchange of military bases."

OOC: TIOR, want to tie in the Generia conflict and blockade thread here?

Alberto grinned. "Yes... thus be the conquerers..."

((OOC: I didn't know you saw me as a Naval power :D. And you tie it in, I don't think the President wants to inform a small Major =/ ))

Alberto grinned. "Yes... thus be the conquerers..."

((OOC: I didn't know you saw me as a Naval power :D. And you tie it in, I don't think the President wants to inform a small Major =/ ))

OOC: As an island nation, your first line of defense against attacks on the homeland must be your navy. With a population and NS Economy like yours it is safe to say your navy is pretty damn powerful.

IC:
Ambassador Leaph's cell phone rang, excusing himself he again went to the hallway to speak. after a few minutes he returned: "Major, I don't know if you're supposed to know this, but, since I wasn't expressly forbidden to tell you and since it will be on the worldwide news networks soon, if it is not there already, a major sea battle has broken out around TIOR. Apparently your government is supporting the former ruler of Generia and someone had attempted to create a naval blockade around TIOR. I don't think you should worry, but I wanted you to know. Swoonie, don't worry, this won't affect us at all."

Alberto chuckled. "Bah, we should be winning anyway." He looked over at Swoonie. "You have a blunt I can use?" He grinned. "I need to relax."

((OOC: I only have 1,250 combat ships though =/ ))

Swoonie thought about the chance of getting Slick out of his hair forever by sending him to Mauiwowee. It's not like he really did anything, Silent Murphy did most of the work that the both of them were supposed to be doing together. In Swoonie's eyes the only contribution that he recieved from Slick was his extreme popularity among the general populace. Slick just had a certain way with people, and Swoonie needed the people on his side, he couldn't give Slick up for too long.

"Mr. Leaph, I think I'll send a more formal ambassador to your nation, not saying that Slick isn't fit for the job. His name is Carl Ghent, very intelligent man, and he can be contacted for relocation in a moment's notice. But since you and Slick seem to be getting along so well, I'll offer Slick a two month leave to your nation, for recreational purposes. Whether you want to go or not is up to you Slick.", Swoonie looked at Slick, already knowing his answer.

"Of course mon, I'll be happy go, as long as it's ok with Leaph.", Slick smiled and looked at Leaph, excited about the ganja, girls and ganja that he would try out while in Mauiwowee, ideas were already running through his mind.

Swoonie looked at Alberto, "I quit smoking a month ago, right after I took leadership, but I'm sure Mr. Leaph, or Slick can help you out in that department."

Alberto chuckled. "And the Island of Rose will send Ambassadors to your nations as well. Of course, we'll also bring along Humvees, a T-90, and standard security detail." He raised his brow. "If it's okay with Swoonie anyway, I mean, it's his choice if he wants all that in his nation just for an Embassy."

"I don't really understand the need for the extra protection, but if it's apart of your policy then I'll allow it.", Swoonie replied.

Alberto chuckled. "And the Island of Rose will send Ambassadors to your nations as well. Of course, we'll also bring along Humvees, a T-90, and standard security detail." He raised his brow. "If it's okay with Swoonie anyway, I mean, it's his choice if he wants all that in his nation just for an Embassy."

"That's fine with us, our embassy staff is similar, though we prefer a landing pad and an appachee helicopter, they just look really cool" :)