Roach-Busters
31-10-2004, 08:46
((OOC: Grenval, please note, this is all IC, so don't be offended by any of J.L.'s remarks))
Presidential Palace, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters, 9:57 A.M.
President J.L. slammed his fist down onto his desk with such force that a small vibration rippled through the room, stressing the windows slightly and causing his coffee mug to slither off the side of his desk and plummet to the carpeted floor with a deafening crash, disintegrating instantaneously upon impact, shattering into dozens of fragments and dousing the carpet in hot coffee. Brimming with rage, President J.L. felt his hands clench into tight fists, clenching so tight that his knuckles turned stark white and he heard a loud crack. Every vein in his body bulged prominently, his eyes were bulging profusely, and his face turned an ugly shade of crimson as it contorted into an expression of rage. "Damn it!" he shouted, swinging his fist in the air, nearly ballistic. He did not recall being this pissed off in many months, maybe even years. Sure, he had met his share of opportunists, backstabbers, Judases, and deceivers, but for a personal friend of his to double-cross him...
George, you son of a b****, he thought, as a single glittering tear collected in his eye and cascaded down his cheek in a thin rivulet. Why?
He slowly shook his head and began to breathe deeply. One thing was for sure, he had to calm himself down. He just wasn't himself today. Nor, for that matter, was President George. Just like that, from out of the blue, Grenval renounced its long-standing, unwavering friendships with most of its allies, even though who were among its staunchest friends, such as RB had been. What had they done to rile him so? What had they done to deserve to be betrayed?
There was a soft rap at the door.
J.L. did not even look up. "Enter," he grumbled laconically.
Secretary of Diplomacy Moua stepped in tentatively, reluctant to face J.L. due to his mood. "S-Sir?"
"What is it?" J.L. asked brusquely.
"Grenv-"
"I know."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
J.L. sighed, shaking his head again. "No, don't be, Chong," he said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Sir, what...what do you plan to do about Grenval?" Moua inquired gently.
J.L. sighed. "I don't know. I've already declared the Grenvali ambassador persona non grata, and have recalled our representative in Grenval. Trade will undoubtedly be cut off soon. And..."
"Yes?"
"Mr. Moua, please send a telegram to Grenval informing them that I expect their base in Roach-Busters to be vacated within four mon- no, make that four weeks."
"You got it, sir."
Moua left, quietly closing the door behind it.
Department of Diplomacy, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters, 10:03 P.M.
Moua, deeply entrenched in thought, began hammering away at the keyboard. He typed:
To whom it may concern,
We of Roach-Busters are of course saddened by the end of our long, tried, and true friendship. Perhaps it just was not meant to be. In any case, we regretfully inform you that President J.L. has ordered the evacuation of your military personnel from the Grenvali military base located in our nation. The evacuation is expected to commence immediately and be completed within a span of twenty-eight days. Moreover
Moua paused in mid-sentence when the phone rang. He picked it up.
President J.L.'s Office
"Mr. Moua, today I convened a meeting with Congress, and we reached an agreement, albeit extremely reluctantly, to deport all Grenvali citizens currently residing in Roach-Busters back to Grenval," President J.L. said.
"What the hell!?" Moua nearly choked on his coffee. "Sir, are you mad? N-No offense, with all due respect, I mean...do you realize how badly it will tarnish our already severely strained relations with Grenval? This is basically asking for a declaration of war to be delivered to us on a silver platter! Surely-"
"Mr. Moua, the Congress has voted in favor of my plan, and it is to implemented," J.L. said harshly. "Make sure you notify Grenval. I detest the presence of traitors in my nation."
Moua sighed. In his heart, he knew that J.L. was not thinking clearly, and that he (Moua) was right. In his brain, he knew that he would have to shut up if he wished to keep his job. "I'll do so, sir," he said.
"Good. Notify me when you have delivered the message," J.L. said, and hung up.
Moua typed:
all Grenvali citizens currently residing in the Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters are to be deported immediately from our shores. The presence of Grenvalis in Roach-Busters shall be no more.
He typed his signature, faxed it to Grenval, and hoped that the worst was over.
Presidential Palace, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters, 9:57 A.M.
President J.L. slammed his fist down onto his desk with such force that a small vibration rippled through the room, stressing the windows slightly and causing his coffee mug to slither off the side of his desk and plummet to the carpeted floor with a deafening crash, disintegrating instantaneously upon impact, shattering into dozens of fragments and dousing the carpet in hot coffee. Brimming with rage, President J.L. felt his hands clench into tight fists, clenching so tight that his knuckles turned stark white and he heard a loud crack. Every vein in his body bulged prominently, his eyes were bulging profusely, and his face turned an ugly shade of crimson as it contorted into an expression of rage. "Damn it!" he shouted, swinging his fist in the air, nearly ballistic. He did not recall being this pissed off in many months, maybe even years. Sure, he had met his share of opportunists, backstabbers, Judases, and deceivers, but for a personal friend of his to double-cross him...
George, you son of a b****, he thought, as a single glittering tear collected in his eye and cascaded down his cheek in a thin rivulet. Why?
He slowly shook his head and began to breathe deeply. One thing was for sure, he had to calm himself down. He just wasn't himself today. Nor, for that matter, was President George. Just like that, from out of the blue, Grenval renounced its long-standing, unwavering friendships with most of its allies, even though who were among its staunchest friends, such as RB had been. What had they done to rile him so? What had they done to deserve to be betrayed?
There was a soft rap at the door.
J.L. did not even look up. "Enter," he grumbled laconically.
Secretary of Diplomacy Moua stepped in tentatively, reluctant to face J.L. due to his mood. "S-Sir?"
"What is it?" J.L. asked brusquely.
"Grenv-"
"I know."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
J.L. sighed, shaking his head again. "No, don't be, Chong," he said, patting him on the shoulder.
"Sir, what...what do you plan to do about Grenval?" Moua inquired gently.
J.L. sighed. "I don't know. I've already declared the Grenvali ambassador persona non grata, and have recalled our representative in Grenval. Trade will undoubtedly be cut off soon. And..."
"Yes?"
"Mr. Moua, please send a telegram to Grenval informing them that I expect their base in Roach-Busters to be vacated within four mon- no, make that four weeks."
"You got it, sir."
Moua left, quietly closing the door behind it.
Department of Diplomacy, RB City, Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters, 10:03 P.M.
Moua, deeply entrenched in thought, began hammering away at the keyboard. He typed:
To whom it may concern,
We of Roach-Busters are of course saddened by the end of our long, tried, and true friendship. Perhaps it just was not meant to be. In any case, we regretfully inform you that President J.L. has ordered the evacuation of your military personnel from the Grenvali military base located in our nation. The evacuation is expected to commence immediately and be completed within a span of twenty-eight days. Moreover
Moua paused in mid-sentence when the phone rang. He picked it up.
President J.L.'s Office
"Mr. Moua, today I convened a meeting with Congress, and we reached an agreement, albeit extremely reluctantly, to deport all Grenvali citizens currently residing in Roach-Busters back to Grenval," President J.L. said.
"What the hell!?" Moua nearly choked on his coffee. "Sir, are you mad? N-No offense, with all due respect, I mean...do you realize how badly it will tarnish our already severely strained relations with Grenval? This is basically asking for a declaration of war to be delivered to us on a silver platter! Surely-"
"Mr. Moua, the Congress has voted in favor of my plan, and it is to implemented," J.L. said harshly. "Make sure you notify Grenval. I detest the presence of traitors in my nation."
Moua sighed. In his heart, he knew that J.L. was not thinking clearly, and that he (Moua) was right. In his brain, he knew that he would have to shut up if he wished to keep his job. "I'll do so, sir," he said.
"Good. Notify me when you have delivered the message," J.L. said, and hung up.
Moua typed:
all Grenvali citizens currently residing in the Invincible Empire of Roach-Busters are to be deported immediately from our shores. The presence of Grenvalis in Roach-Busters shall be no more.
He typed his signature, faxed it to Grenval, and hoped that the worst was over.