NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok, before every jumps on ma back for land stealing, remember the idea of multiverses, just because your nation happens to occupy the Gulf of Mexico region doesn't mean CL, NSR or myself can't occupy them too. Besides, we have legit claims.

IC:

The ANL is requesting that it's allies of Communist Louisiana and Neo-Soviet Russia begin talks of establishing a trade and diplomatic pact, further sealing the good relations of our three countries. Although we are willing to host the treaty talks in our own land, we will agree if you agree to have it in either CL or NSR.

-Dr. Darius Wellington, Foreign Affairs Minister,
DPUANL

Communist Louisiana is very interested in these all important talks in making the Gulf of Mexico a safe place to do business. Not just between our 3 great nations, but for all nations. We will agree to begin talks with our allies of the Gulf in an attempt to make close ties even closer for all of our nations.

We do not mind where they are held. If Neo-Soviet Russia agrees, I would be more than happy to host them in Barbados. It is a beautiful island and I think it would be the perfect setting for these talks.

Premier Daniel Dufour
Premier of the CCP of CL
New Orleans, Louisiana, CL

OCC: I am on very rarely during the week currently. I am on alot on the weekends though.

OOC: Alright, I can understand that.

The United Socialist States of Neo-Soviet Russia will heed the request. Our nation too would like to make our ties stronger while also securing and benefiting our people. Premier Estridge will take it apon himself to meet personally with the represenitives of both CL and the ANL.

As to the topic of where this meeting will take place, we will agree with Premier Dufour's suggestion of hosting it on Barbados.

To the leaders of Communist Louisiana and Neo-Soviet Russia,

I am glad to hear both of you accepted this offer. As agreed, we shall meet in Barbados to discuss furthering our economical, political, stratigic and other ties. I, myself, look forward to meeting with you and accomplishing much in this benefical treaty.

-Premier Quetzalcoatl

The Kingdom of Kopparbergs Nicaragua welcomes a strong region by business and trade. We hope that this treaty between the strong nations around the Gulf will spread a safe feeling over the whole region.

Åke Stålhandske
Secretary of Foreign Affairs
Kingdom of Kopparbergs

(So, comrades, when shall we get this gathering to a start?)

OOC: I'm up to start it whenever. If CL doesn't reply soon, then maybe you can send your delegate to the ANL for a pre-meeting.

(OOC: That works with me.)

Communiqué to Neo-Soviet Russia:

Dear Premier Estridge,

With the upcomming conference in Barbados, I would like to meet you personally before it commences. I invite you to Tenochitilan so we may become aquainted with each other. Whether it be here or Barbados, I look forward to meeting you.

-Premier Quetzalcoatl

To: Aztec National League
From: United Socialist States of Neo-Soviet Russia
Topic: Diplomatic Arrangements

A meeting between us can and shall be arranged. It will though of course take a few days to get prepared and see that things are in order before I depart from Havana for any amount of time. I believe this is understood. As you do, I as well look foward to meeting with you.

-Premier Estridge

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(OOC: A few days means most likely when I awake tommorrow morning. Tis nearly 1.00 am here. Also...aquainted? I do believe our leaders have met thus it would be passed getting aquainted. Then again, I could be wrong...horhum.)

(OOC: A few days means most likely when I awake tommorrow morning. Tis nearly 1.00 am here. Also...aquainted? I do believe our leaders have met thus it would be passed getting aquainted. Then again, I could be wrong...horhum.)

OOC: Hmmm, for some reason I thought our leaders haven't met before. Oh well, no big deal.

It had been days since the the idea of the Premier traveling to ANL had been pushed. Now though was the day it would be fulfilled. Today the Premier would depart and do something that he tended to have a distaste for...flying.

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"Sir, you k?"

Turning his head, Estridge gave a small smirk then a nod of his head to the Marine.

"Yeah...just never liked flying. Funny in a way. You won't be busy for atleast an hour so take a seat. It's not so bad when I've someone to speak to."

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"Atlantic Ferry to Tower. Requestiong permission to take off."

"Tower to Atlantic Ferry. Request granted. Ramp zero one. Have a safe flight."

Taxing, the converted C-17 then gave a charge down the runway. Wheels lifted and the beast was up and away. Minutes would pass as would Cuba, and then they'd be over the clear blue waters of the Gulf then into Mexico.

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(OOC: Cursed lack of writing skill at the moment...meh. Well...Band Of Brothers is on..woo.)

Premier Quetzalcoatl sat at his desk in his office at home, reading and signing new legislation. The Soviet Congress has been extraordinarly busy in the last couple of days, although not with anything of importance. The old adobe was silent, only the sound of a ticking grandfather clock could be heard.

Suddenly, a gaurd came over to his office. The young JWI, although assigned to protecting the Premier for about a month now, as still suprised by the Premier's age - 25, only a year older then the gaurd. He said very professionally, "Sir!"

Quetzalcoatl looked up at the gaurd and said slowly, "Yes?"

The gaurd then said "we have word that Premier Estridge is on his way here. He'll be here within an hour or two."

The Premier smiled and said "Ahh, good. I'll be happy to see him. Alright, tell the driver to be ready to get me to the airport in a couple of minutes. Tell air control to give the NSR plane clearance for flying in ANL airspace and landing at Tenochitilian International."

The JWI then said a bit nervous, "Also, sir, Angelica called."

The Premier's smile went flat..."Son of a bitch, I forgot, we were supposed to go out tonight."

The gaurd asked "What are you going to do?"

Quietly, Quetzalcoatl said, "Well, I'll have to cancel, this new situation is much more important. Ahh hell, it doesn't matter, I haven't gone out on a date in 5 years...before the Soviet government was in power."

The gaurd said, "Well, you could bring her along."

Premier Quetzalcoatl was intrigued by this, "True...in fact, tell her of the new situation. Have a car pick her up and bring her here, I believe she is majoring in Foreign Relations anyways."[/i]

The gaurd saluted, "Yes, sir."

As the gaurd walked away, Premeir Quetzalcoatl left his desk and went to his room to change.

OCC: I will make a post tonight.

Eyes checked over digital readouts and a few of the older styled gauges. All was well in the converted military transport. All also seemed well when it came to the outside world. A clear blue sky was what was presented to them as they neared the ANL coastline. The pilot, a man of thirty two with slightly greying hair, reached foward. Fingertips tapped a few digits then gave a switch a flip. After a small cough, he began to speak.

"Tenochitilian International, this is NSR Flight 001A Atlantic Ferry Requesting permission to enter and land, over."

"Tenochitilian Control to NSR Flight 001A, permission is granted. Lower altitude to one thousand and follow further orders."

"Roger, Tower. We'll be all ears."

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Dark brown eyes glanced out the thick window and into the water below. Attention then turned to his hand. An ace of diamonds showing, his other card a three of clubs. His opponent, one of the Marines assigned to protect him, was showing a five. Adin smirked a little as he watched over the man.

"You going to take a hit?"

The head of state shook his head.

"I think I'm fine where I am. You?"

The Marine looked to his hand. The already said five combined with a nine. Fourteen. Already he would've had the Premier beat, already he knew the Premier didn't have an assured victory. Of course the problem now was that he didn't know what Adin held. Could've been a fourteen, a a sixteen, or something around the two. Grey eyes glanced over the man.

Sixteen...bastard's going with a sixteen.

A hand went foward then laids over the deck before pulling a card. A growl came from the man as he tossed it onto the table. King of spades. Across, Premier gave a small smirk then dropped his cards.

"Sorry..."

"You...bastard..!"

A blink and the man realized what he had just said and to who he just spoke the words to. Eyes went to Mr. Estridge. He blinked once more as the man merely laughed then stood up and patted the Marine's shoulder.

"You should really watch that mouth of yours."

Speakers gave a small crackle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please take a seat for we'll be landing in a few minutes."

Eyes glanced to the door then back to his seat. Atleast they'd be back on the ground in mere moments.

A black government car moved down the highway quickly. It turned down an off ramp and came down to a street, turned left and headed towards the airport.

Inside, Premier Quetzalcoatl looked down at his watch, they were on time, but he was anxious to get there. He looked over to Angelica, who was sitting across from him.

"Angie," Quetzacoatl said, "remember, if he asks anything, just tell him the truth."

"Yeah. No problem, in all reality, I am a trainee diplomat."

The car pulled into the airport driveway and pulled into a restricted entrance gate. The security gaurd looked at the number on the bumper and let the car pass through. The car pulled off to the side and waited for the plane to land.

Wheels extended out as the heavy aircraft continued to slow as it approached. Moments went by. A few more. Then to any outsiders willing to hear a screech of tires went out as the C-17 made touchdown. Engines went into reverse to help slow the craft before turning back to foward propulsion. The pilot began to taxi the aircraft to it's assigned area already on guard.

In another part of the aircraft the Premier was busy changing into something a little more formal. He was of course the head of state as well as a diplomat and should show it for the cameras atleast. Elsewhere others were working still, be it the crew making checks or Marine guards readying to step out into the sunlight.

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Outside one would've seen a C-17 painted in something other than the usual military colors sitting as things went quiet. Watchers would've then paid attention as a ramp came down.

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Eyes squinted as sunlight broke through and flooded the the cargo compartment that typically held a pair of armored cars. A few hushed curses broke through Adin's lips. To each side of him were a pair of Marines. Three of the five waited then began to walk. Boots from all five gave slightly dulled metalic thumps. Dressed in a simple black suit with a dark maroon tie and short dark hair, the Premier had the look of a professional as he and the two honor guards went towards the parked vehicle.

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(OOC: One day I'll get my flow back wehn it comes to writing..oi)

OOC: Again, sorry for not replying in a more timely fashion. School has been hell.

IC:

The Premier saw the men walk towards the car. The Premier then got out of the car and walked to greet Premier Adin. Premier Quetzalcoatl, drressed in buisness atire, stood at a medium height, around 5'10". Moving his neck lenght hair back, the Premier extended his hand out and said, "Premier Adin, welcome to the Aztec National League, I hope you enjoy your stay to the Union."

¡Este thread necesita un [b]golpe[/i]!

The older gentlemen stepped foward, eyes going over the younger.

"Comrade..."

He said as his hand took Qutzecoatl's then give a firm yet warm squeeze. A small smile came about as well over his lips.

"...I believe I shall. And where're we to be off to?"

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(OOC: I understand, comrade. SI've my week of tests next week. Course tommorrow I've another Future Marine regional meet. Wee)

A large 747 landed on the Lavoux Red Airforce Base on the beautiful island territory of Barbados. The plane taxied off the runway and 4 black Excursions pulled up to the stairs leading down from the plane. A well built, heavily armed man stepped out from the aircraft looking around with his EA-90 Assult Rifle clinched in his hands. He walked to the bottom of the stairs and then signaled(sp?) to another well armed guy with Premier Dufour following close behind him. The men walked down the stairs to the waiting vehicles where the Premier entered one of the four and his body guards entered soon after. The group of trucks drove off heading south.

Premier Dufour looked out the thick protective windows at the beautiful island landscape. He looked at this body guard and spoke:

Premier Dufour- Please, hand me the phone. I must make a quick phone call.

Premier Dufour then placed a call to Havana and told the aids of the government of Neo-Soveit Russia that the conference is ready to take place

Smiling, the Premeir said pleasently, "Well, first before the conference starts, I would like to take you to downtown Tenochitilan. After chatting for a while, we will then proceed to the conferece. Is that ok?"

Adin considered the idea for a moment, debating then smiling once more as he shrugged.

"A chance to see the city...sure. Anything inparticular you're thinking of showing?"

Smirking a little, the Premier gave a small glance to the limo, then to the two Marines before nodding. They understood and returned a nod.

Quetzalcoatl said, "Nothing in particular. Just to get a chance to talk and show you the city. That's about it."

He then noticed the Marines and said "Are your Marines going to join us in the car or no? If not, two more cars will be here momentarily."

"Understood, and the Marines? No. Actually despite wishes I figured they could have a few hours leave to poke around here or head into town on their own. I've enough trust in your security forces..."

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(OOC: This is when those concerned about my Premier's safety go a little crazy and proceed to pull out their hair.)

Two other black cars drove up next to the limo.

The Premier nodded and said "Alright, then, if you will, please join me into the car. Oh, and those cars that just pulled up are our security."

The Premier nodded, looking towards the two new arrivals, then stepped back as the driver of the limo emerged and opened the door. Ducking and entering, Adin tookhis place and awaited Quetzecoatl.

Premier Quetzalcoatl got into the car and sat down on the seat. He then noticed Angelica was in the car with them and said to Adin, "May I introduce to you trainee diplomat Angelica Garcia."

Angelica courtously said "Hello, Premier."

Quetzalcoatl then said to Adin, "So tell me, how's everything in Cuba and the other territories of Neo-Soviet Russia?"

Adin give a considerate nod towards this Angelica before replying to the woman. The Premier's attention then went back to Quetzacoatl.

"Things in the homeland are going about decently. The republic still stands...no rioting in the streets. Then again with sudden flair ups I'm more worried about the outside world. And how are things going for the League?"

The car began to drive off and quickly got back on to the main road. Quetzalcoatl smiled and said, "The ANL is is pretty good condition. The economy is good and stable, no major threats these days, either internal or external. I'm a bit concerned by some of the anti-leftist sentiment in the world, but, oh well. Glad to hear NSR is doing good."

Quetzalcoatl then looked out the window and then asked Premier Adin "So, you have any questions?"

OFFICIAL IMPERIAL RESPONSE

Another reigon to aim the missiles at.

The Premier gave a smirk at the mention of anti-leftist sentiment about now a days. To him it was like a religious war...it would always exist regardless of members on both sides of the fence attempting to stress tolerence and acceptance. The lovelyness that is the human psyche and the distaste for anything other than one's own way. Blinking, Adin looked to Quetzacoatl.

"I'm curious...tell me about your past...how you ended up becoming Premier of this land."

Premier Quetzalcoatl looked up at Adin. It was a fair and good question. He smiled and said, "Before I was the Premier, I was a fighter for the the anti-facist movement from 1994-2001. The ANL government before the revolutionaries took over was a facist, tyrincial regime. After the revolution was sucessful, I was posted to a position in the military arm of the interm-government. Unfortinately, the prospective leader, the interm Vice President, for the new government was murdered by a political rival, who was later executed. The interm president then assigned me as his Vice-President, as there was no system to follow. He was then murdered by ex-government officals and I accended to power."

"Seems you've served your people well so far..atleast from what I've witnessed. Any questions you hold for me, or anything you care to share?"

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(OOC: DI'ma hate tommorrow...Economics exam. That combined with extremely sore knees)

Quetzalcoatl looked at Adin intrigued. He said, "actually, I do have a question? How was NSR formed? It's a topic I'm not too familar with."