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Speaking from the Department of Internal Security building after a meeting, Attorney General Curtis Fabus issued a statement to the White Peoples Radio and Television Network, and several other networks, some foreign, which were then broadcast around the world.


"In this global world that we live in today, we must work together to build a world economy and society fit for all the citizens of the world. This may entail population controls, environmental regulations, world emissions treaties, peace pacts, non-aggression pacts, industrial accords, and various other agreements. Thus to help achieve these goals, I will be hosting a conference of concerned powers, in Fabus City on Fabus Island, in a short while. I will have exact details for those leaders interested, if they just call my office or go to the official site which is http://www.MississippianJusticeDepartment.gov, the number to call is listed on the site. Thank you."


Attendees

1) Mississippi (Host) (Dr. Curtis Fabus)
2) Aligned Planets
3) Kahta
4) Monoma
5) Red Tide2
6) Eldanor
7) The Burnsian Desert
8) Derscon
9) Brydog
10) Iuthia
11) Ratheia

Ooc- I know it's not a real link, but I've been thinking of making a real site for my nation.

The Federation of Aligned Planets shares your interest in the issues of world emissions treaties, peace pacts, non-aggression pacts and industrial accords. We would be interested in being a delegate at your conference.

We would like to send a representative to discuss these issues with an openminded attitude. In fact I'll go myself and then afterwards we can finally have our pistol duel. I've been looking forward to it.

Hrall Thundaurwhaungung

I would like to attend personaly, but I am due to give birth to my first child soon. Thus, I will be sending my Vice President, Andrew Krukina. He will be able to express any intrests or concerns that my people may have.

-Cathrine Soma, President of The USSM

Official Reply From Red Tide
"We would like to send Grand General for Army(GGA) Resebelle Locavion as our representetive."

We request that we be allowed to send a delegate and his security team. He will be Native Burnsian. His security team will be Native Burnsian and African-Burnsian. We don't want any crap made about them when they arrive. Pres.-Gen. Craig will not be in attendence.

Signed,
Greg Humios
Burnsian Foreign Affairs

Eldanor will send a delegate to attend this conference. Actually, I'll come myself.

High Lady
Alasse Órecalo

Your conferences invariably reveal themselves to be farces. Learn some manners and hospitality and then try again.

Captain Grak
Commander of 0micronis Military Colony, 0micronis Island

OOC: This is Derscon, by the way.
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The Holy Czar would like to send a delegate, but requests a security detail be sent with him. As relations with your nation have not been the best in the past, I hope you understand that the Czar is a bit nervous.

God Bless,

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Czar
The Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon

OOC: Bump for confirmation...

OOC:When does this thing begin?

I withdraw my application. At the last moment I realize this may be a slight inconvenience but we have no reason to plot the course of future.

Hrall Thundaurwhaungung

OOC: Throws Sign of Kish.

I wish to join this conference.

King MacDonald

The Nation of Chrisforternal would like to send 2 members of our Council to serve as representatives. Brother Hennings and Sister Baurani, but we ask that 2 guards be allowed to be sent with Lela Baurani, seeing as it is the first time we have sent a female representative to a foreign nation. Also, we have reason to fear for her safety.

- The Council of Esteemed Brethren
Nation of Chrisforternal

The Nation of Chrisforternal would like to send 2 members of our Council to serve as representatives. Brother Hennings and Sister Baurani, but we ask that 2 guards be allowed to be sent with Lela Baurani, seeing as it is the first time we have sent a female representative to a foreign nation. Also, we have reason to fear for her safety.

- The Council of Esteemed Brethren
Nation of Chrisforternal


"She may have guards, but not armed guards, or perhaps she may have armed guards, so long as they are provided by us, we will have either the RG, RGISA, or SRG provide her two armed bodyguards."


Czar Roger Fabus



Ooc- The RG, RGISA, and SRG are totally trustworthy. Unlike the DISFB, she'll be safe with the SRG.

OOC:When does this thing begin?


Ooc- Shortly

We will send one non-armed aide to serve as a guard provided by us, and we would like to request that a trust worthy armed guard be provided by you. If there are any dress requirements that she must meet to avoid complications please inform us beforehand.

Thank you,
- The Council of Esteemed Brethren
Nation of Chrisforternal

We will send one non-armed aide to serve as a guard provided by us, and we would like to request that a trust worthy armed guard be provided by you. If there are any dress requirements that she must meet to avoid complications please inform us beforehand.

Thank you,
- The Council of Esteemed Brethren
Nation of Chrisforternal


"If she dresses like a whore, as I've been informed most women from your nation are whores, she'll be arrested by the Public Morality Police for lack of self-enforced modesty."


Curtis Fabus

Sir, with all due respect...

The Women in our country are required to dress modestly. Most of the women in our country are modest, respectful and hard working females dedicated to their holy father in heaven and their families. The information you received was false. However, we will make sure that Miss Baurani is as modest as possible. Thank you, despite your lack of helpfulness in this clothing related matter.

- The Council of Esteemed Brethren
The Nation of Chrisforternal

Iuthia may concider sending a representative to properly discuss matter of the International Community during this conference and to field the Iuthian point of view... however we would need assurances that they are not to be harmed by your own people as you have aquired a history of poor treatment of guests. Should our delegate somehow manage to offend yourselves we would expect them to be asked to leave upon which they will respectfully do so.

The delegate himself is a white man coming to the end of his twenties, any aides or unarmed security personel he brings along will also be white males. Of course, we could simply send our Ambassador, however we felt you would prefer someone more specialised in this field. We would accept swapping our delegate with our Ambassador and we imagine it would be easier to supply her with security and transport.

In anycase, these matters are up to yourselves and we can accept you wouldn't want an Iuthian presence in such an affair, however we can't accept any situation in which our people are at risk for giving their diplomatic point of view.

Thanks,

Foriegn Minister Mick Lakely, Iuthian Diplomatic Corps

Mr. Harson would like to repsent us.

ooc: I'm tempted to send a convoy of afrocentrist muslim imams to piss you off, but I won't.

I shall send... My son Alexander, his sister Maia and 6 unarmed lizardman guardsmen. By the way, no inspection of bodily orfices, if I wanted you or your citizens dead, I would have nuked you. And of course, if they at any point piss you off, you may ask them to leave.- The Great Leader Li.

-Official Ratheian Government Response-

President Zaitsev would like to attend this conference.

ooc: I'm tempted to send a convoy of afrocentrist muslim imams to piss you off, but I won't.

I shall send... My son Alexander, his sister Maia and 6 unarmed lizardman guardsmen. By the way, no inspection of bodily orfices, if I wanted you or your citizens dead, I would have nuked you. And of course, if they at any point piss you off, you may ask them to leave.- The Great Leader Li.


Ooc- Lizardmen? Is that some fantasy non-modern tech stuff?

ooc: hmm... well, camel eaters people aren't necessarily human, they secrete poison, and besides man this is nationstates. So, no "fantasy" allowed?

I should like to attend. I wish to know more about how Mississippi thinks.

-Colin Graves.

We would like to send a representative. Actually, two. Due to the report filed by our diplomats the last time we participated in a conference in Mississippi, they shall be my brother, Prince Carl, and Rear-Admiral Novikas. We would prefer to send our own escort, but if that is not possible, please supply one. The safety of our delegates is very important to us.

-King Haakon IX

The Czar requests that at least one armed guard be allowed to attend, the rest shall be armed with only their cerimonial staffs, which are not lethal. The Czar has promised that God shall strike him down should any of the guards use any force other than to defend the delegates.

God Bless,

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Czar
The Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon

We would like to send a representative. Actually, two. Due to the report filed by our diplomats the last time we participated in a conference in Mississippi, they shall be my brother, Prince Carl, and Rear-Admiral Novikas. We would prefer to send our own escort, but if that is not possible, please supply one. The safety of our delegates is very important to us.

-King Haakon IX


"We don't allow foreign guards in our nation from unapproved nations, you must seek approval, and have the guards in the nation here to be approved, but they can't be here until you've been approved."

Arthur Frick, Minister of Interior

I should like to attend. I wish to know more about how Mississippi thinks.

-Colin Graves.


"No race mixing scum allowed in our great Federation."

Foreign Minister Paul Stahlecker

Though it is hard to get a confirmation on a matter when there is little to no reply...

"No race mixing scum allowed in our great Federation."

Foreign Minister Paul Stahlecker

"Pray tell, why? I'm a good chap- ask most people."

OOC; You have not responded to me yet.

ooc: come on, just allow non humans.

Iuthia, you have been added to the list yet, yes?



Ic- "Iuthia, we anxiously await your delegation's arrival."


Dr. Curtis Fabus

OOC: Much thanks. I look forward to this.

Iuthia, you have been added to the list yet, yes?

OOC: I should have been more clear... I got that bit, I just never got a reply to wanting the assurances of our delegates safety from being arrested for saying something like criticism.

Others, note that D.A's reply to me with the "Dr" part was addressed to me, so making a poorly RPed insult towards him about it is a little sad.

Iuthia, you have been added to the list yet, yes?



Ic- "Iuthia, we anxiously await your delegation's arrival."


Dr. Curtis Fabus


They gave this asshole a doctorate? Do they mean anything anymore?

-Mai Graves

OOC: I should have been more clear... I got that bit, I just never got a reply to wanting the assurances of our delegates safety from being arrested for saying something like criticism.




Ooc- Ah, yes.


Ic- "Your delegates will be totally safe as long as they don't attempt to physically harm anybody or commit any other violent crimes, if they do, they'll be met with violent resistance. For crimes of a non-violent nature, we'd probably just fine them or cite them. Anyway, I don't see this as being a problem as your people seem to be law-abiding for the most part."

Dr. Curtis Fabus

The Dr_Twist government will Attend the Conference, It can only be for the Good of the World and its Citizens that Dr_Twist does Attend.

General Yuri, Minister for Foreign Affairs will Attend the Meeting on Behalf of the Dr_Twist Government.

http://lifeinlegacy.com/2002/0503/lebedaleksandr.jpg

General Yuri.

May I remind you that The Burnsian Desert will be supplying our own guards, due to the tension that sadly still exists between our countries. You wouldn't want to... increase that tension by refusing our request, now would you? Perchance you've noticed a slight concentration of forces massing in The Burnsian Desert...

TBD Foreign Office

Very well, we can accept these terms and as such we will be sure to have our man sent over right away. We assure you he will take every step to be respectable, though we can't assure you he'll bite his tongue when he has some criticism which will always, of course, be on subject.

We've tried to keep on top of all the latest laws and we expect that unless radical additional changes have been made he should be able to follow all laws required of him.

In anycase we thank you for the swift clarification on the matter, we will look forward to hearing our mans report after the conference.

Foriegn Minister Mick Lakely, Iuthian Diplomatic Corps

May I remind you that The Burnsian Desert will be supplying our own guards, due to the tension that sadly still exists between our countries. You wouldn't want to... increase that tension by refusing our request, now would you? Perchance you've noticed a slight concentration of forces massing in The Burnsian Desert...

TBD Foreign Office



"Sorry, no foreign armed guards."


Czar Roger Fabus




"Dr. Twist, you will be permitted to send delegations, but you won't be allowed armed guards."

Czar Roger Fabus

OOC: Awaiting aproval to attend :)

"We don't allow foreign guards in our nation from unapproved nations, you must seek approval, and have the guards in the nation here to be approved, but they can't be here until you've been approved."

Arthur Frick, Minister of Interior

How does one go about getting approval? We're not trying to bring in a regiment or anything rude like that, just a few royal bodyguards who accompany members of the royal family to foreign countries and guard the Keep.

-King Haakon IX

OOC: The Callisdrunian royals don't live in a palace, they live in "the Keep" or "King's Keep" in Callisfjord Castle.

ooc: still awaiting approval to attend.

ooc: still awaiting approval to attend.


Ooc- Many of your remarks in other threads were not obviously OOC or IC, you seemed to be making OOC insults thinly veiled IC ways. Either you're a mean guy or just can't tell the difference between OOC and IC, I don't know. For now, I must deny your right to attend this.



Ic-

"Your application is hereby denied."

Foreign Minister Paul Stahlecker

How does one go about getting approval? We're not trying to bring in a regiment or anything rude like that, just a few royal bodyguards who accompany members of the royal family to foreign countries and guard the Keep.

-King Haakon IX

OOC: The Callisdrunian royals don't live in a palace, they live in "the Keep" or "King's Keep" in Callisfjord Castle.



"To get approval those guards wanting to accompany your leaders must be present in our nation at the Department of Internal Security building and request an application, but they cannot request an application unless they are allowed to be here, and they cannot be here unless their application has been approved, but they cannot get an application unless being here."

Attorney General Curtis Fabus

OOC: Unless specified by OOC, everything I post is IC. And yes, the Great Leader is a rather nasty person, he primarily wants to attend this just to get Curtis Fabus taped for a comedy skit on a popular TV show back home.

bump, let's get this rolling, you can all start RPing arrivals (those of you on the list that is)

Again, I challenge the Mississippian government to elaborate on why I'm not permitted to come: Sure, I married an Asian woman. Is that any reflection on my integrity? Certainly not.

-Colin Graves

Is that any reflection on my integrity? Certainly not.

-Colin Graves




"We consider it one. Go back to your asian wife, the two of you can produce lots of mongrels together, just stay out of our lands."


Attorney General Curtis Fabus

"We consider it one. Go back to your asian wife, the two of you can produce lots of mongrels together, just stay out of our lands."


Attorney General Curtis Fabus


"Sir, I assure you, my personal relationships have no affect on my job. Now, are you going to say something intelligent, or just blither?"

-Colin Graves

50,000 Feet
20 Minutes from Fabus Island
SR-91T Luxury Hypersonic Aircraft

The pilot, seated far ahead of the passenger cabin, picked up the reciever for his UHF radio. Tuning to the local airport frequency, he spoke into the mike.

"Tower, this is flight BDIP-051, special diplomatic cargo, requesting weather report and permission to land, over..."

OOC:Okay... they already have been to Tenesse... nothing threatning was found on either Resebelle, or the two Consortium Agents escorting her.

IC:"This is Red Tidean diplomatic flight zero-zero-zero-one... we are requesting permission to land. Over."

In the passenger seat of the plane, GGA Resebelle sat comfortably in her seat. The two escorting Consortium Agents sat beside her. The Grand General had spent the entire flight reading up on Mississipian history, culture, goverment, etc. Thus she wore nothing that wwould offend the Mississipians. But she did not wear a veil(or whatever those things women in Mississippi wore). Instead she wore a blood red colored army general uniform(speacially tailored to fit her comfortably while not skin tight)(Only Grand Generals wear blood red colored military uniforms in Red Tide).

Up in the skies above a TU-144 decreased it's speed to just below suspersonic and radioed in.

"This is Tu-144 Flight 605 from Ratheia. Requesting permission to land. Do you copy?"

OOC:Okay... they already have been to Tenesse... nothing threatning was found on either Resebelle, or the two Consortium Agents escorting her.

IC:"This is Red Tidean diplomatic flight zero-zero-zero-one... we are requesting permission to land. Over."

In the passenger seat of the plane, GGA Resebelle sat comfortably in her seat. The two escorting Consortium Agents sat beside her. The Grand General had spent the entire flight reading up on Mississipian history, culture, goverment, etc. Thus she wore nothing that wwould offend the Mississipians. But she did not wear a veil(or whatever those things women in Mississippi wore). Instead she wore a blood red colored army general uniform(speacially tailored to fit her comfortably while not skin tight)(Only Grand Generals wear blood red colored military uniforms in Red Tide).


Ooc- No women in Mississippi wear veils, any who do would be mocked and laughed. If you missed it, the old dress code was made voluntary, but even under the dress code, nobody was required to wear veils. We're not the Taliban, we're just not Western European states either, meaning we have an idea of what modesty is.

ooc- everybody, your planes are assumed to have stopped in Tennessee, been searched, and anything bad found out, so let's move along. No terror attacks, this is a peaceful talking RP. Pistol duels and sword fights might be allowed though. :D


Ic-

"All planes are cleared to land on Fabus Island, Fabus City in particular."

Central Air Defense Command

"Those bastards," said the Burnsian Diplomat, James Kreet, as he stepped off the plane. His prized pistol, a Colt 1911 with gold plating and ivory carvings, had been confiscated.

"Yes, sir," said a BIO. BIOs were elite Burnsian Intelligence units, highly trained in all forms of martial arts. However, they were well aware that a hand couldn't stop a .300 round to the head. James had brought along three of the best BIOs a form could be filled out for.

"So where the hell are we staying?" asked a Mississippian represenative that had greeted them at the tarmac.

"Those bastards," said the Burnsian Diplomat, James Kreet, as he stepped off the plane. His prized pistol, a Colt 1911 with gold plating and ivory carvings, had been confiscated.

"Yes, sir," said a BIO. BIOs were elite Burnsian Intelligence units, highly trained in all forms of martial arts. However, they were well aware that a hand couldn't stop a .300 round to the head. James had brought along three of the best BIOs a form could be filled out for.

"So where the hell are we staying?" asked a Mississippian represenative that had greeted them at the tarmac.



The man, who neither of them recognized as Curtis Fabus, replied with a glaring stare, angry they didn't show him the respect he knew he deserved. "Well, boys and girls, we'll be staying in a five star hotel, much more than the mud huts you're used to... There are showers of gold and marble, so you don't have to stand behind camels or under elephants and get a piss bath, and don't worry, we have really fine gourmet food, you don't have to eat each other, it's common knowledge Burnsians are savages."

"Screw off, white boy. I'm here because I was sent, not because I wanted to talk to trash like you. And maybe you haven't seen a picture of Highfather dated after 1000 years ago. No camels," he said, flinging a picture of his apartment toward Curtis. "Where's the car?"

OOC: Do you want me to include the picture, for future reference in the RP? I wanna see Curtis's comeback. :)

Mark Jameson (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/MarkJameson.jpg), the Iuthian representative, arrived rather unceremoniously in a private jet owned by an Iuthian air company. It wasn't really something Iuthia wanted publicity with and they didn't really expect much to come out of this conference, but it would make for interesting observations.

Mark didn't have any aides following him and security was rather loose with only a few un-armed security personnel coming along who would not be attending the conference itself, only to liaise with the security in Fabus City to assure Mark was safe.

He and his body guard submitted to all reasonable security checks which would be required of them in the International Airport, clearly known of them were carrying weapons and they were all white men with Mark himself wearing a Black suit with a blue shirt and a respectable tie. His hair was short and dark, almost military cut but not quite. He was a relatively young man in his late twenties, however his eyes were filled with a certain level of experience… he was on of the later results of the Iuthian Diplomatic Corps latest training program.

The guards themselves were clearly not Iuthian Black Vipers as they have been in previous events, they were Iuthian special forces to a degree, however their skills were more for bug detection and liaising with DA security for the event itself.

OOC: Sorry I’m a little late. Here is some basic quick moving on post here. Reply how you like, if you want to just move it on don’t worry about replying and I’ll assume they are taken either to the event or to sign in their hotel depending on preference.

Curtis smiled and then smashed a club into the man's stomach, probably knocking the wind out of him. A dozen or so SRG trained their MP-5s on the rest of the Burnsian delegation, one man shouted, "The man who provoked the Attorney General is under arrest, just temporarily, the rest of you, proceed to the conference at once."


Curtis walked over and got into a limousine, where four guards were also present, the called for the rest of the TBD people to come to the limo as well.

The jet came to a full stop at the airport on Fabus Island. Andrew Krukina adjusted his suit. His body gaurd sat on the other side of him. As Andrew stepped off the plain and into the limo, he couldn't help but notice the expensives the Fabus family was going through to host this thing. Those racist gits...trying to butter us up so we go along with their little plans for everything, thought Andrew. Then again, he thought, I am a bit judgemental. Mabye Mrs. Cathrine is not a complete fool for sending me here. Hopefully, this confrence will acomplish something. He took a swig of vodka before stepping out of the limo and entering the hotel.

Mark Jameson (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/MarkJameson.jpg), the Iuthian representative, arrived rather unceremoniously in a private jet owned by an Iuthian air company. It wasn't really something Iuthia wanted publicity with and they didn't really expect much to come out of this conference, but it would make for interesting observations.

Mark didn't have any aides following him and security was rather loose with only a few un-armed security personnel coming along who would not be attending the conference itself, only to liaise with the security in Fabus City to assure Mark was safe.

He and his body guard submitted to all reasonable security checks which would be required of them in the International Airport, clearly known of them were carrying weapons and they were all white men with Mark himself wearing a Black suit with a blue shirt and a respectable tie. His hair was short and dark, almost military cut but not quite. He was a relatively young man in his late twenties, however his eyes were filled with a certain level of experience… he was on of the later results of the Iuthian Diplomatic Corps latest training program.

The guards themselves were clearly not Iuthian Black Vipers as they have been in previous events, they were Iuthian special forces to a degree, however their skills were more for bug detection and liaising with DA security for the event itself.

OOC: Sorry I’m a little late. Here is some basic quick moving on post here. Reply how you like, if you want to just move it on don’t worry about replying and I’ll assume they are taken either to the event or to sign in their hotel depending on preference.


Ic- They were met by a platoon of SRG, and an SRG lieutenant, who would take them to the hotel where the conference was to be held.



Ooc- No worries.

"Ay! What the hell are you doing?!" yelled a BIO. Turning, he stood looking down on Curtis. "That man is my charge! I'm not leaving until he gets in the limo with us!" the man was clearly enraged, spit flying from his mouth.

Curtis snapped his fingers and the cocky Burnsian was released by the SRG,a nd allowed to get into the limousine, kept under close watch though.

Andrew was heading out of his limo when his body guard motined to him. "Sir," the man said, "we've recieved word that one of the ambassadors was attacked for 'provoking' Curtis Fabus."

Well we know that's probably a bunch of bull. Vice President Krukina sighed. "Get me President Soma on the phone. This is her decision." The guard handed him a phone. "Hello, Cathrine. Uh uh. Ya, I'm in Mississipi. Uh uh. Ya, a delagate was attacked for provoking Fabus." A long scilence, then "I understand. Yes, that was my plan exactly." He hung up, and turned to his body guard. "We're leaving. She believes Curtis is a lose cannon, and if anyone so much as insults his hair he'll have them arrested. We are going back to The USSM."

ooc: Sorry for having to remove myself from the confrence. I have other stuff to do. Only reason using this to remove myself was that its good for story line.

James leered at the SRG guardsmen. He knew full well what he had the power to do. It scared him, sort of, wielding that kind of power in a little cell phone. Looking around, he saw his BIOs keeping watch on each SRG in the car. Through their sunglasses, he could barely see their eyes moving, taking in their surroundings, finding escape routes, looking for weak points, arc of fire trails, everything that could possilby go wrong was going through their minds, and being planned out...

High Lady Alasse Órecalo looked out the window as the Eldanoran plane landed in Fabus City. She had pulled her blond hair back in a bun and was wearing a good suit, consisting of lavender satin skirt and jacket as well as her black blouse.

After the plane had come to a stop, she grabbed her stuff from the overhead storage compartment and stepped off the jet.

OOC: Any chance of getting involved?

IC:
Official Communique

Dear Sirs,
With regard to your call for a World Conference regarding various economic and political issues. As we ourselves are promoters of libertarian economic and social policy we would wish to attend to ensure that our and similar minded interests are listened to.

We anticipate your response.

Freethinker Foreign Office

"Our major concern is world population levels, too many of the wrong sorts of people and too few of the right kinds of people. Also we need to talk about soil conservation and fertilizers, we need to talk about water safety levels, and various other things."


Paul Stahlecker

OOC: Can I take it as a yes then? If not ignore the next bit.

IC:
A Gulfstream Jet touched down with little fanfare, trundling down the runway in the avian form of haste. Its principal passenger was a young woman, blond hair ticked neatly into a functional bun and wearing a plain business suit covered with a long Navy overcoat inherited from her years in the Freethinker's senior service. Tall and atheletically strong, a result of genetic mods and steroid enhancements that was the cocktail given to every Freethinker military recruit, she was an imposing woman indeed.

And she was Commander Keira Longhorn, a title inherited from the days of the jacket that now clung to her shoulders. Moving down the plane's small gangway after it had parked, she moved towards the awaiting guards flanked by her own protection. Four members of the NIO's executive bodyguard unit, they were unarmed as such but carried the light protection suits under their crisp business style wardrobe. Walking in formation, Longhorn walked to meet her escort.

OOC: Sorry its short and crappy :S

Arthur Zimmermann, the deputy Foreign Minister, landed at the airport along with Ten armed Præsillei Dei, and five cloaked figures with their staffs. The Præsillei Dei were instructed to escort the party until they were no longer allowed to proceed. The cloaked excorts were to be with Arthur Zimmermann at all times, and if Arthur was not allowed to have them follow, he was to report back to the Kremlin immediately.

Upon reaching the assigned Mississippian delegate (OOC: I know, I'm taking a few liberties. Hope you don't mind.), the Præsillei Dei stood at attention and waited for everything to be arranged. Arthur greeted the Mississippian delegate with a bow and a handshake.

"Good day, sir," he said.

High Lady Alasse Órecalo looked out the window as the Eldanoran plane landed in Fabus City. She had pulled her blond hair back in a bun and was wearing a good suit, consisting of lavender satin skirt and jacket as well as her black blouse.

After the plane had come to a stop, she grabbed her stuff from the overhead storage compartment and stepped off the jet.


The Minister of the Interior, Arthur Frick, was waiting to greet her, he extended his hand to shake, "Ma'am, welcome to Mississippi, you're here for the conference, yes? It's not too often we get the actual head of a foreign nation coming here. We usually get second in commands and such."

Arthur Zimmermann, the deputy Foreign Minister, landed at the airport along with Ten armed Præsillei Dei, and five cloaked figures with their staffs. The Præsillei Dei were instructed to escort the party until they were no longer allowed to proceed. The cloaked excorts were to be with Arthur Zimmermann at all times, and if Arthur was not allowed to have them follow, he was to report back to the Kremlin immediately.

Upon reaching the assigned Mississippian delegate (OOC: I know, I'm taking a few liberties. Hope you don't mind.), the Præsillei Dei stood at attention and waited for everything to be arranged. Arthur greeted the Mississippian delegate with a bow and a handshake.

"Good day, sir," he said.



As soon as the cloaked men stepped off the plane, dozens of spotlights hit where the SRG officer pointed as his thermal goggles spotted the men and he shouted and pointed his hand in the general direction. The lights were designed to increase the chances of seeing the cloaked men if at a proper angle. There hundreds of rifles trained in their direction, even RPGs and MILANs, the sheer volume of weapons meant if something happened, they're surely get all five.

A major shouted at the diplomat, "Are you crazy, these men could be here to assassinate our leaders! Tell them to decloak now!"

She shook his hand. "Ah, no, no, I believe you're mistaken, I am the second in command of Eldanor. I apologise if I've confused you."

"To get approval those guards wanting to accompany your leaders must be present in our nation at the Department of Internal Security building and request an application, but they cannot request an application unless they are allowed to be here, and they cannot be here unless their application has been approved, but they cannot get an application unless being here."

Attorney General Curtis Fabus

Never mind about the guards then, that would be too much of a hassle. If guards could be provided, that would be quite helpful.

-King Haakon IX

OOC: Can I take it as a yes then? If not ignore the next bit.

IC:
A Gulfstream Jet touched down with little fanfare, trundling down the runway in the avian form of haste. Its principal passenger was a young woman, blond hair ticked neatly into a functional bun and wearing a plain business suit covered with a long Navy overcoat inherited from her years in the Freethinker's senior service. Tall and atheletically strong, a result of genetic mods and steroid enhancements that was the cocktail given to every Freethinker military recruit, she was an imposing woman indeed.

And she was Commander Keira Longhorn, a title inherited from the days of the jacket that now clung to her shoulders. Moving down the plane's small gangway after it had parked, she moved towards the awaiting guards flanked by her own protection. Four members of the NIO's executive bodyguard unit, they were unarmed as such but carried the light protection suits under their crisp business style wardrobe. Walking in formation, Longhorn walked to meet her escort.

OOC: Sorry its short and crappy :S


There were two SRG officers waiting to meet the party of soldiers and diplomats, the officers also had 20 SRG enlisted with them, all armed with MP-5Ns. A lieutenant stepped forward, snapped to attention and threw his left arm into the air, "Greetings! Welcome to Mississippi, well technically Fabus Island."

"Are you crazy, these men could be here to assassinate our leaders! Tell them to decloak now!"

OOC: I think they mean "cloak" as in the garment of clothing. Not Star Trek wank.

The plane landed nice and smooth and the ladder lowered. Resebelle walked down the ladder. The two Consortium Agents keeping alert and watchful followed quickly. Resebelle was a rather pretty women, blonde hair, blue eyes, the works. But underneath that was a calm, cool, collective, and learning mind. She walked up to the Mississpian Representive sent to meet her, saluted, and said in fluent English(Most Red Tideans are Russian), "My name is Grand General Resebeller, from the nation of Red Tide our Supreme Commander send you our greetings and well wishes.

She shook his hand. "Ah, no, no, I believe you're mistaken, I am the second in command of Eldanor. I apologise if I've confused you."


He frowned a bit, "Oh, second in command eh..." He then smiled, "Well then you still have authority to affect some meaningful change, yes?"

The plane landed nice and smooth and the ladder lowered. Resebelle walked down the ladder. The two Consortium Agents keeping alert and watchful followed quickly. Resebelle was a rather pretty women, blonde hair, blue eyes, the works. But underneath that was a calm, cool, collective, and learning mind. She walked up to the Mississpian Representive sent to meet her, saluted, and said in fluent English(Most Red Tideans are Russian), "My name is Grand General Resebeller, from the nation of Red Tide our Supreme Commander send you our greetings and well wishes.


The captain nodded, "Yes, thank you for checking in, just fill out these forms to certify you're here, we'll be off to the conference shortly."

The Grand General took the forms... and began to actually read them.

OOC:Can you tell me what it says on the form?

The Grand General took the forms... and began to actually read them.

OOC:Can you tell me what it says on the form?



The forms were just standard papers certifying that they had safely arrived in Mississippian territory, Fabus Island, and where doing fine, and that they had no illegal contraband items knowingly in their possession.

She nodded and signed her signature on the form. "I thank you for your welcome and your concern." Behind them, the back ramp on the plane began to lower from the plane and a Mercedes wtih black tinted windows drove out. "Now if you excuse me. I must be getting to the conference." She said as she turned and got into the car, followed by the Consortium Agents.

bump

James leered at the SRG guardsmen. He knew full well what he had the power to do. It scared him, sort of, wielding that kind of power in a little cell phone. Looking around, he saw his BIOs keeping watch on each SRG in the car. Through their sunglasses, he could barely see their eyes moving, taking in their surroundings, finding escape routes, looking for weak points, arc of fire trails, everything that could possilby go wrong was going through their minds, and being planned out...



The car arrived at the hotel and Curtis stepped out, telling the others, "We're here..." The SRG slowly stepped out, keeping their MP-5s ready for any possible trouble.

The leader BIO, fearing that James might incite another confrontation, spoke first. "Thank you. Where may I aquire our room access device? And," he spoke in a low tone towards Curtis, "I must apologize for Mr. James. He feels a slight... uneasiness... with Mississippians since his sister disappeared during the Fabus regime in TBD. He's got a short temper."

OOC: The BIO's white, by the way.

And if you need it, here's (http://www.onmission.com/webzine/jan_feb04/images/hispanic.jpg) a pic of James.

The leader BIO, fearing that James might incite another confrontation, spoke first. "Thank you. Where may I aquire our room access device? And," he spoke in a low tone towards Curtis, "I must apologize for Mr. James. He feels a slight... uneasiness... with Mississippians since his sister disappeared during the Fabus regime in TBD. He's got a short temper."

OOC: The BIO's white, by the way.

And if you need it, here's (http://www.onmission.com/webzine/jan_feb04/images/hispanic.jpg) a pic of James.



One of the SRG guards looked at James and sneered, "Hey, Burnsian swine, it's -15º degrees here, even colder in Mississippi himself, you're not used to it being anything under 100, are you darkie..."

He frowned a bit, "Oh, second in command eh..." He then smiled, "Well then you still have authority to affect some meaningful change, yes?"

She nodded, smiling. “Oh yes, I’ve a lot of power as High Lady. If something were to happen to the Empress or her heir, I would be in command of the country,” she paused. “Anyway, nice to meet you.”

The Grand Generals Mercede-Benze (it had tinted, bulletproof windows)pulled up behind the Burnisian car. The Chaffeur got out and walked to the back door and opened it. The first Consortium Agent stepped out, his cold unfeeling eyes swept across the yard. Then he stepped away and Grand General Resebelle stepped out. She threw a unconcerned glance at the SRG operatives everywhere. The final Consortium Agent followed her. She, along with her bodygaurds and aide, began to walk towards the conference buildings door.

One of the SRG guards looked at James and sneered, "Hey, Burnsian swine, it's -15º degrees here, even colder in Mississippi himself, you're not used to it being anything under 100, are you darkie..."

The white BIO caught the SRG with a withering stare. "Just because I apologized for James doesn't mean I'm going to take all the shit you say about him. Back off."

She nodded, smiling. “Oh yes, I’ve a lot of power as High Lady. If something were to happen to the Empress or her heir, I would be in command of the country,” she paused. “Anyway, nice to meet you.”



He nodded, "So, how is the empress and her heir doing? I heard about the princess being kidnapped, ghastly news, eh? You still don't admit you need hlep getting her back after all this time, why?"

The white BIO caught the SRG with a withering stare. "Just because I apologized for James doesn't mean I'm going to take all the shit you say about him. Back off."



One of the other SRG men yelled, "What are you going to do about it!" His friend pulled out a knife, and the man who yelled, tossed a knife to the BIO.

The SRG held the knife firmly in his hand, "Come on, come on, you want some, boy?"


Ooc- SRG are experts in unarmed, armed, and knife combat. Getting into a knife fight with one might be ill-advised... If you want to avoid troubles there, talk to Curtis and he'll defuse the situation.

OOC: BIO's are better. ;)

IC:
"Boy my ass," said the BIO, flipping his knife up on its tip, catching it expertly in a throwing position. "I'll give you a second to live. Back out now."

Damn, he thought, gunna be a hard shot, the thing's not balanced...

Resebelle stopped walking and turned towards the fight. "Now you two BOYs behave." She said, putting emphasis on the word boys. "This is a meeting... not a place to pick a fight. Now restrain yourself... or I will have them restrain you." She said pointing at the Consortium Agents.

OOC:Trust me... you do NOT want to mess with a Consortium Agent.

"Excuse us, ma'am. We'll wait until you leave."

OOC: Correct. I mean the clothing.
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Aurther Zimmermann smiled.

"There is no need for alarm." He nodded to them. "It is okay. Uncloak yourselves."

The five cloaked figures with their staffs surrounded Arthur in a defensive position.

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OOC: Here's the pics of the five guardians.

http://totalmortalkombat.alphalink.com.au/PICS/MKGAME/SCORPIN2.GIF

http://totalmortalkombat.alphalink.com.au/PICS/MKGAME/ERMAC2.GIF

http://totalmortalkombat.alphalink.com.au/PICS/MKGAME/REPTILE2.GIF

http://totalmortalkombat.alphalink.com.au/PICS/MKGAME/HUMSMO~1.GIF

http://totalmortalkombat.alphalink.com.au/PICS/MKGAME/ORGSUB2.GIF

MORE OOC: Yes, I know I love Mortal Kombat.
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Now, back to your regularly scheduled IC.
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"See?" Arthur said. "No harm done." He nodded back to them and they recloacked themselves.

Too bad the Mississippians don't know of the guards' REAL power Arthur thought to himself.

He nodded, "So, how is the empress and her heir doing? I heard about the princess being kidnapped, ghastly news, eh? You still don't admit you need hlep getting her back after all this time, why?"

She glanced around. "It's not my decision, besides, I'm not going to discuss it here."

OOC: BIO's are better. ;)

IC:
"Boy my ass," said the BIO, flipping his knife up on its tip, catching it expertly in a throwing position. "I'll give you a second to live. Back out now."

Damn, he thought, gunna be a hard shot, the thing's not balanced...


One of the snipers in position up on a catwalk immediately put a 308 round between into the BIOs hand, as another sniper shot him through the right kneecap.

One of the guards trained a pistol on the man and shook his head, "See a knife fight is such that you fight knife to knife, no throwing."


Ooc- BIOs are probably not better than the SRG as the SRG are not only genetically enhanced, they have 10-20 years of combat experience on avg. At most, BIOs are equal, but not better. Define your definition of better? Perhaps you have better enhancements, yes, we don't like making our people circus freaks, but out men are very well-balanced with their enhancements, and have a decade plus of experience.

Resebelle stopped walking and turned towards the fight. "Now you two BOYs behave." She said, putting emphasis on the word boys. "This is a meeting... not a place to pick a fight. Now restrain yourself... or I will have them restrain you." She said pointing at the Consortium Agents.

OOC:Trust me... you do NOT want to mess with a Consortium Agent.

OOC:Um... Decisive Action... did you notice this?

OOC: For now I'm assuming all the escorts for Mark and his two security people have made no ill comments towards him or his group in general. During the journey to the hotel he shows no disrespect and is formal in everything he does. This is not to be confused with being intimidated. It's just the man knows how to handle himself in the proper manner. If there are any comments then I would suggest RPing it otherwise I will assume everything is being done with respect... I only say that because when comments are made I have to RP a responce to it. Not that I'm encouraging it though.

With little incident, Iuthia's representative, Mark Peterson was escorted to the hotel in the appropriate vehicles. Due to lack of any real information about the other delegates he wasn't really aware of any of the abuses going on to other delegate so there was no real concern about something which they didn't know about.

Upon arrival, he signed in with the Mississippi Escort taking them all the way to the reception with their own papers to confirm that this was the Iuthian delegation.

OOC - Rawr, my metal penis is bigger!
OOC - No, mine is bigger, Rawr!
(Yeah, I know TBD is a girl but the comments stand, I'm surprised you are both using super elite soldiers for simple body gaurding duties... it's below them)

She glanced around. "It's not my decision, besides, I'm not going to discuss it here."


Frick nodded, "Yes, you've spoken with Curtis thus far, right? I could introduce you to him if you'd like. Oh by the way, I'm the Minister of the Interior, I think I forgot to mention that."

She nodded. "Yes, you did, and I want to meet with Mr. Fabus, if it is possible."

OOC: DA, I know you are probably typing it up right now, but don't forget my response to your overreaction to the five cloaked guards.

Sorry for being a pain in the ass.

OOC: Correct. I mean the clothing.
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Aurther Zimmermann smiled.

"There is no need for alarm." He nodded to them. "It is okay. Uncloak yourselves."

The five cloaked figures with their staffs surrounded Arthur in a defensive position.
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"See?" Arthur said. "No harm done." He nodded back to them and they recloacked themselves.

Too bad the Mississippians don't know of the guards' REAL power Arthur thought to himself.


Ooc- in the future, one picture will do, they're basically all the same just different style uniforms, yes?



IC- The guard frowned, "Fine, but they remain decloaked, okay?"

OOC: Oh, man... you did not want to do that.

IC:
Seeing the man go down, James panicked. He dug into his pocket, ripping out his cell phone. He dialed '666', sending an emergency signal to the Burnsian embassy.


To: Decisive Action
From: The Burnsian Desert Military High Command

We have received word from one of our diplomats that you have shot and injured an operative of the Burnsian Intelligence Agency. We demand an immediate apology and sufficient damages, or we will bring to you, I think the term is, 'your ass on a plate'.

In Bad Temper,
General Tari
Commander of all Burnsian Forces


"We're getting our asses out of here!" yelled James, pulling the injured man into the limo. He could only hope that the vehicle was bulletproof. "Take care of him, the embassy has the message," he said to the BIO who was tending to the injured man's wounds.

She nodded. "Yes, you did, and I want to meet with Mr. Fabus, if it is possible."



Frick nodded and smiled a bit, "Yes, would you like to be meeting Mr. Fabus in private or doesn't it matter? I mean what would you like to discuss with him..." He then said a bit under his breath, "Or do with him..."

OOC: Oh, man... you did not want to do that.

IC:
Seeing the man go down, James panicked. He dug into his pocket, ripping out his cell phone. He dialed '666', sending an emergency signal to the Burnsian embassy.



"We're getting our asses out of here!" yelled James, pulling the injured man into the limo. He could only hope that the vehicle was bulletproof. "Take care of him, the embassy has the message," he said to the BIO who was tending to the injured man's wounds.



Ooc: Who really cares about some guards. When Curtis was in power, he didn't even care if millions, tens of millions, hundreds of millions were dying from whatever, so long as the regime endured and continued on.

Ic:

"We are greatly sorry for this, we can injure the man who injured him in the same capacity, an eye for an eye sort of justice, would that be fair? We can also totally repair his knee, good as new."

Czar Roger Fabus

OOC: :( I care about guards...

IC:


From: Burnsian Military High Command
To: Czar Roger Fabus

"Just get our men to the embassy. We will not be in attendence at the conference."

General Tari
Commander of all Burnsian Forces

Resebelle huffed and 21c`ontinued into the conference room. She stopped to tell Curtis, "Now Mr. Curtis Fabus, yes I know your name, please tell your gaurds to stop scaring off the guests. They seem rather incompetent at doing their job."

President Zaitsev entered into the room, still grumbling after the unusually long aircraft search. He glanced at a few people, Mr Fabus in particular, and smilec cheerily.

"Is there a Mr. Fabus, here?"

Resebelle huffed and 21c`ontinued into the conference room. She stopped to tell Curtis, "Now Mr. Curtis Fabus, yes I know your name, please tell your gaurds to stop scaring off the guests. They seem rather incompetent at doing their job."


Curtis sighed, "Fine... But make sure the guests know their places, okay?"

Curtis waved a hand in a dismissive gesture to the guards who faded back into the concealing shadows.


He looked at the woman, "So, what brings you here, what aspect of the conference interests you most?"

Resebelle smiled, 'finally' she thought, 'to buisness.' She then said, "Mostly the promotion of world wide trade... I am also here on behalf of the Tech-Com Corporation... who is interested in getting a few arms contracts. I am also here to propose a defnesive alliance between our two nations for the Supreme Commander."

Curtis smiled and then grinned at her, "And is there anything else you might be interested in?"

Having signed in according to protocol, the Iuthian delegation were escorted to the conference room itself as others were already making their way. Mark Jameson (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v258/Iuthia/Characters/MarkJameson.jpg) was the only member of the group carrying a briefcase which had already been thoroughly searched and scanned by the security personnel at the airport. One of the guards would leave with the escorts to provide a form of security liaison with Mississippi security forces, while the other man was to go to the room which had been booked should the conference go on for longer the afternoon.

Mark himself looked to be the definition of cool, his breathing was calm and regular and he walked in the same smooth manner as you would expect from a feline. Entering the conference room he took his seet and gave a nod of aknowledgement to the others present as he took his seat marked by his name on a piece of paper, laying his breifcase on the floor.

His security personnel hadn't brought any weapons, they would be useless in anycase as they were surrounded by armed soldiers placed by the paranoid general. Weapons were not needed eitherway as quick talking and charisma were better tools for the scenerio at hand.

Bridging his fingers on the table infront of him, Mark looked around at the assembled peoples of the conference and started to mentally collect information on their body language with little more then a glance. For now it was too earlier to gather anything more then the tense atmostphere which even an amature could pick up. Mark himself didn't give off the impression of tension however. He seemed relaxed, albeit formal in his body language.

He simply allowed the others to continue whatever conversation they were having, not really listening as he thought to himself about the possibilities which lay ahead.

"Well we are also interested in trade pacts, industrial accords, maybe into population control... depending on what you mean." Resebelle didnt show any tension or strain... none what-so-ever. She was cool and comfortable. The two Consortium Agents, however, were continously sweeping the room with their eye's.

Frick nodded and smiled a bit, "Yes, would you like to be meeting Mr. Fabus in private or doesn't it matter? I mean what would you like to discuss with him..." He then said a bit under his breath, "Or do with him..."

Her keen ears picked up his last few words, but she pretended as if she hadn’t heard it. Continuing, she shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I just want to meet him, really, ask him about his views on the things we’re supposed to be discussing here. Anyway, what is it that you do?”

OOC: Sorry. The colors of the uniforms actually symbolize something, though.
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Arthur nodded. "That is fine." He turned to the guards and they uncloaked themselves again, but this time there was no bare skin showing except for where their glowing white eyes were. Also, a lot more places were covered in the armor of their uniform's color. They were thrown in the SUV. Arthur turned to the Praesillei Dei guards.

"Stay with the vehicle. I'll signal if we need to get out, okay?" The lead officer saluted and Arthur saluted back. He nodded to the five guards, and they picked up their staves leaning on the SUV.

"Now, would you be so kind as to show us the way?"

He looked around, somewhat amused and smiled.

"Shall we sit, then?"

Her keen ears picked up his last few words, but she pretended as if she hadn’t heard it. Continuing, she shook her head. “It doesn’t matter, I just want to meet him, really, ask him about his views on the things we’re supposed to be discussing here. Anyway, what is it that you do?”



Frick smiled, "Well, for the last twenty years, I was making sure that the roads were in fit condition, the domestic enemies were disappearing smoothly and in an orderly fashion, well actually I just kept it all covered up so officially they're still just missing and could be back at any time... Although now my job is mostly about what most Interior Ministers would do, as there is not much of a market for helping people disappear in the current regime."

OOC: DA, are you going to reply to my King dude or not? About providing an escort?

OOC: Sorry. The colors of the uniforms actually symbolize something, though.
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Arthur nodded. "That is fine." He turned to the guards and they uncloaked themselves again, but this time there was no bare skin showing except for where their glowing white eyes were. Also, a lot more places were covered in the armor of their uniform's color. They were thrown in the SUV. Arthur turned to the Praesillei Dei guards.

"Stay with the vehicle. I'll signal if we need to get out, okay?" The lead officer saluted and Arthur saluted back. He nodded to the five guards, and they picked up their staves leaning on the SUV.

"Now, would you be so kind as to show us the way?"


The officer nodded, "Yes, follow me..."

He then led the men into the hotel and towards where the conference room was, well actually the entire hotel had been rented by Curtis for as long as the conference was going to last. He was paying 10 million dollars a day.

OOC: DA, are you going to reply to my King dude or not? About providing an escort?


Ooc- Must have missed it. Sorry... Anyway.



Ic-

"You may have an escort of two SRG, armed of course, and two of your own, unarmed that is. You have my word and guarantee you shall remain safe."

Czar Roger Fabus

"Well we are also interested in trade pacts, industrial accords, maybe into population control... depending on what you mean." Resebelle didnt show any tension or strain... none what-so-ever. She was cool and comfortable. The two Consortium Agents, however, were continously sweeping the room with their eye's.


He shook his head and then whispered to her, "No, I meant like perhaps you might be interested in seeing my room, it's the nicest room in the hotel, I thought you might like to see it..."

Ooc- Must have missed it. Sorry... Anyway.



Ic-

"You may have an escort of two SRG, armed of course, and two of your own, unarmed that is. You have my word and guarantee you shall remain safe."

Czar Roger Fabus

OOC: No problem, it happens.

IC:
"That would be splendid, thank you.

-King Haakon IX"

Later that day, Prince Carl and Rear Admiral Clara Novikas arrived. Going through the various security checks almost seemed to take as long as the flight had.
Their attire took previous experience into account. Prince Carl wore a plain grey suit made specifically for hot climates. The only ornamentation was embroidery (OOC: spellec wrong, no doubt) of very intricate design on the lapels. Rear Admiral Novikas wore her new navy uniform, which had also been tailored for hot climates. It had the exact appearance as the normal one, the big black overcoat, the boots, but was very light and cool.

OOC: No problem, it happens.

IC:
"That would be splendid, thank you.

-King Haakon IX"

Later that day, Prince Carl and Rear Admiral Clara Novikas arrived. Going through the various security checks almost seemed to take as long as the flight had.
Their attire took previous experience into account. Prince Carl wore a plain grey suit made specifically for hot climates. The only ornamentation was embroidery (OOC: spellec wrong, no doubt) of very intricate design on the lapels. Rear Admiral Novikas wore her new navy uniform, which had also been tailored for hot climates. It had the exact appearance as the normal one, the big black overcoat, the boots, but was very light and cool.


Curtis was sitting around talking to various women (He rarely talks to men at conferences, unless it's a conference where he really wants to get a point across and the main focus is business, he usually lets his minions handle the talking to men, but he'll talk to anybody once the conference is "officially started" and the speeches, questions and answers begin)

He looked at the Rear Admiral and smiled, he then excused himself from the table, walked over to her and whispered, "So, you're a rear admiral eh? Interesting, I've never met a lady admiral before..."

Clara Novikas was not surprised at the comment. Most nations did not have militaries as "co-ed" as Callisdrun's. "Oh, well we are quite common in Callisdrun. Almost half of the military leaders are female." As always, she answered it very matter of factly. She was in her mid thirties, and had the self disclipline to keep herself in shape, for obvious reasons. Like most Callisdrunians, she was quite pale with black hair. Her eyes were an icy blue. She was about average height, but stood very straight.

Prince Carl said nothing, but attentively looked on, though with a casual air. He was a fairly tall man, standing at about 6'3". Naturally, his posture was royally impeccable.

Clara Novikas was not surprised at the comment. Most nations did not have militaries as "co-ed" as Callisdrun's. "Oh, well we are quite common in Callisdrun. Almost half of the military leaders are female." As always, she answered it very matter of factly. She was in her mid thirties, and had the self disclipline to keep herself in shape, for obvious reasons. Like most Callisdrunians, she was quite pale with black hair. Her eyes were an icy blue. She was about average height, but stood very straight.

Prince Carl said nothing, but attentively looked on, though with a casual air. He was a fairly tall man, standing at about 6'3". Naturally, his posture was royally impeccable.


Curtis smiled and then whispered to her, "So, you often find yourself on top of things... In naval situations that is... I was wondering if you'd like to get on top of some other things..."

OOC I have to be out of this, pretended I didn't come.

Just go invaded....argh

Frick smiled, "Well, for the last twenty years, I was making sure that the roads were in fit condition, the domestic enemies were disappearing smoothly and in an orderly fashion, well actually I just kept it all covered up so officially they're still just missing and could be back at any time... Although now my job is mostly about what most Interior Ministers would do, as there is not much of a market for helping people disappear in the current regime."

"Ah, the sounds quite interesting," she said.

Arthur smiled. He was a young person to be Deputy Foreign Minister, and was slighty arrogant.

"Thank you very much, soldier. I'll find my way to the conference, then." He and the five guards made their way to the conference room. When he walked in, not too many people noticed him, but Arthur noticed Curtis flurting again.

Horny little bastard, isn't he, he thought to himself. He sat down with the five guards forming a protection array around him.

"So, what exactly is going on here?"

"Ah, the sounds quite interesting," she said.



Frick nodded, "Yes, so, what is your job like?"

Arthur smiled. He was a young person to be Deputy Foreign Minister, and was slighty arrogant.

"Thank you very much, soldier. I'll find my way to the conference, then." He and the five guards made their way to the conference room. When he walked in, not too many people noticed him, but Arthur noticed Curtis flurting again.

Horny little bastard, isn't he, he thought to himself. He sat down with the five guards forming a protection array around him.

"So, what exactly is going on here?"



The guard shook his head, "Anyway, the conference is going to start shortly, right now because of the snow storms, things are a bit on hold until all those wanting to arrive can do so."

Frick nodded, "Yes, so, what is your job like?"

"I handle foreign relations, oversee Parliament in most cases, generally just advise the Empress on whatever she needs advising on, and handle some of the paperwork."

"I handle foreign relations, oversee Parliament in most cases, generally just advise the Empress on whatever she needs advising on, and handle some of the paperwork."


Frick nodded and whispered, "So, would you like to meet with Attorney General, Curtis Fabus, in a private setting, perhaps his hotel room?"

She scowled, not liking what he was getting at. “No, I don’t think so.”

She scowled, not liking what he was getting at. “No, I don’t think so.”



Frick frowned, "Well, your loss really..."

She snorted. "I doubt it."

Arthur looked at his watch.

"Okay, no problem. It's snowing back at home, too."

She snorted. "I doubt it."


Frick smiled, "Owe, you've missed out, anyway, I have to be going for a while, important business to attend to..."

With that, he turned and walked out of the room, heading towards the bar.

She sighed and followed him. "So, you think less of me now, just because I don't want to do what you expect me to do, is that it?"

She sighed and followed him. "So, you think less of me now, just because I don't want to do what you expect me to do, is that it?"



Frick was already on his way out, but he heard her and figured out she was following him, he turned around and nodded, "Yes, well I was just offering you something not every gal gets... The chance to get it hard from the ex-Premier. Dr. Curtis Fabus... Most women would fight over the chance..."

Frick then continued to walk towards the bar.

Arthur looked at his watch.

"Okay, no problem. It's snowing back at home, too."


The guard yawned a bit, "So, what communist nation are you from?"

"Well, I'm not like that. I'd never compete for that thing, Mr. Frick. Don't think badly of me because of that, I don't want to make a bad impression on the first person I meet in Mississippi."

Frick nodded, "I can appreciate that, very well then, perhaps you'll change your mind later. Curtis has rarely been one to turn down a nice white woman... The only time I remember him being with one woman was when his first wife, Julia, was alive..."

Curtis smiled and then whispered to her, "So, you often find yourself on top of things... In naval situations that is... I was wondering if you'd like to get on top of some other things..."

Clara chuckled bit at this comment. The man was clearly a prolific womanizer, as she had heard. Carl raised his eyebrows and smiled a little bit. Clara decided that taking the remark lightly would be best. "Getting ahead of ourselves there, aren't we? And yes, I do often find myself on top of things, and I like it on top... in naval matters of course." She was not above flirtation with foreign officials.

Clara chuckled bit at this comment. The man was clearly a prolific womanizer, as she had heard. Carl raised his eyebrows and smiled a little bit. Clara decided that taking the remark lightly would be best. "Getting ahead of ourselves there, aren't we? And yes, I do often find myself on top of things, and I like it on top... in naval matters of course." She was not above flirtation with foreign officials.


Curtisn nodded and smiled, then whispered to her, "Room 900, basically the entire top floor, if you'd like to get on top of other matters later, perhaps you might find your way up there, eh?"


He then walked off to go talk to a friend who had just walked in, shouting, "Baldur, what brings you here in this weather?"

It was Dr. Baldur Von Schacht. He smiled, "Franz is coming in another car, to talk about population control."

Frick nodded, "I can appreciate that, very well then, perhaps you'll change your mind later. Curtis has rarely been one to turn down a nice white woman... The only time I remember him being with one woman was when his first wife, Julia, was alive..."

"Ah. So when does this conference start?"

The Brydog Delgate arrives but on short notice. Vice President Romeov decide to come instead of the orginal delgate.

The guard yawned a bit, "So, what communist nation are you from?"

"Communist?" Arthur said, restraining the urge to kill the man. "We are probably more market friendly than you genocidal maniacs are. But if you must know, I am from the Protestant Prussian Czardom of Derscon."

Prince Carl overheard the guard's remark and laughed. Every nation is communist compared to Mississippi he thought. Novikas heard his laughter and asked what was so funny, so he told her what he had heard quietly.

"Ah. So when does this conference start?"


Frick shook his head, "No idea, just not sure... You want to go get a drink for a while?"

She nodded. "Yes, what do you have to drink here?"

She nodded. "Yes, what do you have to drink here?"


Frick shrugged, "Whatever you'd like, we have."

"Red wine, then. I doubt you have the stuff we drink in Eldanor, it's not exported at all."

"Red wine, then. I doubt you have the stuff we drink in Eldanor, it's not exported at all."


Frick smiled, "We have everything... The RGIS and SRGIO are experts at acquiring foreign drinks if even just a few nobles demand them..."

She shrugged. "I'll just have red wine, it's fine."

OOC: Is it too late to attend?

OOC: Is it too late to attend?


Ooc- Yes, quite too late... Unless you can explain in 200 words or less, why I should make an exception for you... Please drop the explanation in my TG box. Basically tell me what you will contribute to this conference RP.

OOC: Somebody talk to my people

OOC: Somebody talk to my people



Ooc- Okay.


Ic- Curtis replied to the lady admiral, "So ma'am, do you ever like to mix business and pleasure? I mean getting on top of other things? Riding things besides ships..."

"Well, business would be pretty boring if there were no pleasure to go with it, wouldn't it?" R-Adm. Novikas said. "And for your information, I don't ride the ship, I drive it." She said this with a wink. Flirtation at an international conference did not surprise her in the least, as Callisdrunian society was far more overtly sexual than most. Her wife wouldn't mind, however, in a nation with this kind of politics, she'd make sure that she didn't mention the fact that she was married to another woman. Luckily, she never wore her ring to foreign countries.

"Well, business would be pretty boring if there were no pleasure to go with it, wouldn't it?" R-Adm. Novikas said. "And for your information, I don't ride the ship, I drive it." She said this with a wink. Flirtation at an international conference did not surprise her in the least, as Callisdrunian society was far more overtly sexual than most. Her wife wouldn't mind, however, in a nation with this kind of politics, she'd make sure that she didn't mention the fact that she was married to another woman. Luckily, she never wore her ring to foreign countries.



Curtis smiled, "How would you like to go back to my room and drive my ship a bit?"

Clara chuckled. "All in good time. Business before pleasure is the saying I usually go by, however, perhaps I could break it sometimes."

Prince Carl wrote a note to her, in runic, of course, saying where he'd meet her later. He then went off to talk to some other people.

OOC: out for the night

OOC: Callisdrun, I would talk to you but I'm kinda waiting for this thing to get on track, currently in the actually conference itself Mark Jameson is there though he's just reading through some of his notes, waiting for the conference to start.

Finally Dr. Franz Von Schacht, the Minister of Culture and expert on population control, the opening topic, was ready to begin.

Frick and Curtis started walking around asking people to move into the conference room, it was a large room with about five hundred seats with the central item being a projection screen.

Alasse, seeing as the conference was finally about to begin, moved into the conference room, taking a seat close to the front, but not the first row.

Arthur and his five guards walked into the conference room. They took seats near the middle and waited for the conference to begin.

"Lord," Arthur said to himself. "No friendly nations around here. Then again, this will be a propaganda meeting only, so I'm not surprised. Why do I waste my time?"

Curtis stood up, walked over to the microphone, and spoke, "Ladies and gentlemen, a very important speaker, on behalf of the Project for a New Mississippian Century, Dr. Franz Von Schacht..."


Schacht started to walk out as all the Mississippians present stood and clapped, some of the youngsters threw their left arms into the air and shouted, "Hail Victory!" or "White Power!".


Franz started to speak, "As many of you know, there is a problem today in the world... Too few of the right kind of people, and too many of the wrong kind of people... Just a question for the members of the audience, do you know who the right kind and wrong kind of people are?"


He waited for the audience members to discuss it amongst themselves and come to a conclusion.

"It is obvious," Resebelle said bluntly, "That the right kind of people are only those who are for their goverment. Those who are not with the goverment are enemies of the state and must be exterminated."

She rolled her eyes and frowned faintly after Dr. Schacht had finished speaking. She really should’ve known better; this conference was going to turn into a circus for Mississippi’s racist policies. She sat back and waited for another delegate to answer, not uttering a single word on the subject.

Baldur Von Schacht raised his hand and stood up, "Franz, I have the answer... The right sort of people are Mississippians and right-wing whites, yes?"

Franz nodded, "Yes, very good brother... And let's let somebody else answer for who the wrong sort are, okay?"

Baldur nodded his head and sat back down and then Curtis raised his hand and spoke, "The wrong sort are Negroids, Turks, Mongoloids, Malays, Tatars, Mestizos, and Khazars..."

One of the younger children present shouted, "What's a Khazar?"

Curtis turned and answered, "Khazars are, in a word... Jews..."


Franz smiled, "Yes, you are both correct, the right kind and wrong kind, you all are very smart audience members, this is a good group here tonight... But you left out a few groups of the wrong kind..." He looked to the children, "Could you kids name some of the wrong kinds?"

One of the youths, about 15 and wearing a black Fabus Youth uniform, stepped forward, snapped to attention and shouted, "Sir, yes, sir, the wrong kinds could also include those not genetically fit, those with major defects, unbelievers who reject the Lord, those who question the government, communists, marxists, feminists, and those who are nothing more than useless eaters who take from society but contribute nothing."

Franz nodded and told the boy, "Very good, at ease, as you were..."

The boy went to at ease and then on command sat back down.


Franz looked out into the audience, "So, do you people from foreign nations, do you understand now the concept of right and wrong people?"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm..." Resebelle said "Sort of. Although I must agree with you on eliminating the communist and socialist goons. I must ask.... what do you define as 'genetically impure'."

Alasse kept her emotions off her face as best she could. She did press her lips together tightly, but her face did not show that she was torn between amusement and mild annoyance. Right and wrong people, she thought, most ridiculous idea I’ve ever heard. These people are out of their fragile little minds. But honestly, what could she do about it? She wasn’t about to stand up and disagree, nor would she agree to any of it. She remained silent, declaring herself neutral.

Franz then pulled out some charts and graphs, one was labeled "Standard of First World Living Sustainable Given Current Population Growth Trends" it showed that the world was already overpopulated for the current standard of living and that only a small percent of the world would ever be able to enjoy industrialization and a decent standard of living.

The next one showed, "Standard of Third World Living Sustainable Given Current Population Growth Trends", it showed that to keep the population growth rate current, the standard of living would have to fall drastically. Either populations would stagnate and stop growing, or people would have to be content to live as peasants.


He started to speak as he pointed to the graph, "As you can clearly see, the world is overpopulated by at least 1 trillion persons, and unless drastic steps are taken to reduce the population of this planet by between eighty to ninety percent, the majority of people today will have to reduce their standard of living to that of a peasant or serf, or else we'll all starve... We will see people going from three and four meals a day, to one meal every two days... This will be a reality people, I'm not kidding. We must make sure that population control measures are put in place against the wrong kinds of people, and incentives to breed are given to the right kinds of people, the creators of civilization, the race of civilized man, as opposed to allowing misguided welfare programs to subsidize the breeding of the genetic underclasses."


He paused for a few seconds before turning to the next graph, calling for a massive sterilization program across the African continent.

"Observe here, we could, while immunizing the negroes against AIDs, chemically sterilize them, thus there would be a trade-off, they would live longer lives themselves, but they would not be able to taint the planet with their seed... It would be a fair deal for most of them who are going to die of AIDs anyway..."


He waited for what he said to sink in and for possible responses.

"You have not answered my question... Dr." Resebelle said ignoring everything Franz said.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuummmmmmmmmmm..." Resebelle said "Sort of. Although I must agree with you on eliminating the communist and socialist goons. I must ask.... what do you define as 'genetically impure'."



Curtis took the woman aside and answered her question, "Well, impure are those who are not of a decently high percentage of prime caucasoid genetics..."

He grinned a bit and whispered, "I myself, am of quite a fine genetic caliber... Perhaps you'd like to sneak on out of here and go see just how well I can do certain things..."

She proceeded to mutter something under her breath about 'men and how much they treat women like things' and 'maniacal men who obviously try to plot world domination yet pretend they dont'. Then she returned to the conference room said, "Continue... please."

She sighed. It was a pity people hadn’t realized that the world was getting overpopulated and over industrialized a few centuries ago, instead of now. She didn’t like these drastic measures, not at all. Especially in Africa, she considered all human life to be equal. But she decided to voice one of her other major concerns. “What about other overpopulated areas beside Africa, what of them? What measures will be taken?”

"Simple," Arthur spoke up. "Limit the number of children, and get rid of those impure. While I disagree with the Mississippians on the race and the Jews issue, I do believe that, although not neccesarily needing to kill them, those genetically impure need to be halted from reproducing." Arthur sat back down, and remeniced on his days as a high ranking member of the now-defunct Ministry of Social Purity set up by Czar RA Ivan II.
He never talked about it, though, as in doing so he would be sentenced to death. He still held the opinions he held during those days. He still wondered daily on how he escaped the Ministry of State Security.

Mark listened to the views put across, smiling in a odd manner as Curtis Fabus droned on about the various 'types' of people and what would eventually turn into a one sided discussion about eugenics and ethnic cleansing to improve humanity for the benefit of the world, or more realistically, themselves.

At first it seem mildy humorous to Mark that people could honestly think in such backward terms in such an advanced age. That said, however, Iuthia didn't concider Decisive Action to be culturally advanced in the slightest, many nations had already progressed further in their methods of thinking while beleifs held the Mississippians back... not that such a mind set didn't have it's advantages in some manners. However, the amusement stopped as he realised they all thought in the same bigotted manner, something which wasn't so much humorous, as one may find in a old man holding tightly on to outdated beleifs, but more that so many people actually beleived in this crap.

Of course, this was all masked until a somewhat content looking smile. Mark was had an excellent pokerface for this kind of thing. However it was becoming clear that he would probably be wasting him time here. Instead of concentrating on the General so much, Mark decided to keep a glancing view of the High Lady.

Having read her nations profile it had become clear that this nation wasn't hear to simply oppose the Mississippians as such, like other nations would do, but to convince them that their ways were wrong through diplomatic efforts. The latest incidents between the two nations suggested an odd relationship where the elves of Eldanor wouldn't give up on the Mississippians, and despite their peaceful methods had gotten into incidents and even had their people arrested while on diplomatic missions... it was a testament to their willpower and strength that they tried so hard despite such set backs.

The High Lady herself seemed to have an interesting enough background, one which suited her nations tendancies and she would no doubt fare better then other diplomats who had been sent, given her experience. It would be interesting to speak to her some time, though for the time being he would have to be content with the silly proposals the General was going to make.

Looking at the mans walk, it was clear he was a confident man, though his arguement had already disproven any possibility of reasoning with him. He was the kind of man, according to his background, that would sooner shoot a man then listen to any arguement put against his views. In the IDC they concidered this to be a flaw in leadership.

In any case Mark took interest in the Ladies question and the reasponce she would recieve.

She sighed. It was a pity people hadn’t realized that the world was getting overpopulated and over industrialized a few centuries ago, instead of now. She didn’t like these drastic measures, not at all. Especially in Africa, she considered all human life to be equal. But she decided to voice one of her other major concerns. “What about other overpopulated areas beside Africa, what of them? What measures will be taken?”



Franz answered, "Africans are a race of inferiors whose breeding needs to be controlled as one controls the rat population, thus we cannot allow them to thrive at our expense. Europeans will be encouraged, even subsidized, to breed..."

Mark Jameson concidered the mans answer for a moment before setting forth to ask his own question. He waited for him to finish his comment before he continued, taking his turn to speak as one would expect.

"I'm afraid my understanding of the inferior qualities of the African people is a little limited, our own scientists have found only insignificant differences which make little difference in a persons quality of life when it comes to the regards of race, however we've not invested as much time and effort into the subject as the scientists of Decisive Action have. Could you explain to me the significant racial differences between, say, your own people and these Africians who you wish to remove?" he asked, keeping a respectful tone throughout.

"Oh, on an hypothetical note, would your people concider it fair to be wiped out in the same manner by a race found to be superior to your own. Please remember, this is purely a hypothetical question for the time being."

“I feel I must disagree, sir. Population control is needed these days, but I don’t think the methods you suggest are what should be done. If we could limit the number of children to families around the world to say maybe, three children at the most, wouldn’t that work just as well? I doubt there’s any need to go destroy a whole race.”

“I feel I must disagree, sir. Population control is needed these days, but I don’t think the methods you suggest are what should be done. If we could limit the number of children to families around the world to say maybe, three children at the most, wouldn’t that work just as well? I doubt there’s any need to go destroy a whole race.”


Franz shook his head, "No never, we have found that those plans only limit the number of whites and the africans and others never follow them... Besides, the average Mississippian woman has at least eight children, and we want to increase that number..."

Mark Jameson concidered the mans answer for a moment before setting forth to ask his own question. He waited for him to finish his comment before he continued, taking his turn to speak as one would expect.

"I'm afraid my understanding of the inferior qualities of the African people is a little limited, our own scientists have found only insignificant differences which make little difference in a persons quality of life when it comes to the regards of race, however we've not invested as much time and effort into the subject as the scientists of Decisive Action have. Could you explain to me the significant racial differences between, say, your own people and these Africians who you wish to remove?" he asked, keeping a respectful tone throughout.

"Oh, on an hypothetical note, would your people concider it fair to be wiped out in the same manner by a race found to be superior to your own. Please remember, this is purely a hypothetical question for the time being."

Franz frowned, "Our scientists have determined that our people are a great people, our cultural events have also demonstrated this... Anyway, we have hundreds if not thousands of books on the topic, you may have any and all of them that you wish."

Alasse was somewhat shocked by that number, being as Eldanoran women usually had half that number of children, even though most Eldanorans lived far longer then Mississippians, being a different race entirely. How a woman could have that many children escaped her. “I meant that all races should be limited to maybe four children. It is rare in my country for a woman to have more then three or four, and only once in our history has a woman had seven children.”

"And your people would find it justifiable if a superior race then yourselves were to do the same to you as you would do to these Africans?" He asked again. Retaining his polite tone.

"And your people would find it justifiable if a superior race then yourselves were to do the same to you as you would do to these Africans?" He asked again. Retaining his polite tone.



Franz shook his head, "We don't deal in hypotheticals that go against the will of God, God has made us his chosen people and set us aside from the other races."

Alasse was somewhat shocked by that number, being as Eldanoran women usually had half that number of children, even though most Eldanorans lived far longer then Mississippians, being a different race entirely. How a woman could have that many children escaped her. “I meant that all races should be limited to maybe four children. It is rare in my country for a woman to have more then three or four, and only once in our history has a woman had seven children.”


He shook his head, "No, no, no... We will continue to have our women have as many children as we..." He paused and started over, "Continue to allow them to have as many children as they see fit... We are looking for ways to increase the numbers of children per women, we are hoping to get it up to a minimum of twenty children per woman, starting at age fourteen and going to age forty-four, with breaks every few years to allow for their body to rest and regain energy... We give massive incentives to large families..."

She hid her laughter behind her hand and turned away so no one would see her. This whole affair was getting very humorous, especially when the man had stated that they were the chosen people of God. Not that she was religious, but it was a bunch of nonsense.

She turned back and listened to what he said about having children. Twenty was what he said; an absurd number and a woman would never be able to manage that, and she said so. “I don’t think that is possible, sir that is a ridiculously high number and it might put the children as well as the mother at risk.”

Resebelle spoke up, "And what proof do you have that that truely is the will of god? And also you seem to be hypocritical... if you continue to let yourselves populate, you will continue to increase in population rate until you are right back where you began."

She hid her laughter behind her hand and turned away so no one would see her. This whole affair was getting very humorous, especially when the man had stated that they were the chosen people of God. Not that she was religious, but it was a bunch of nonsense.

She turned back and listened to what he said about having children. Twenty was what he said; an absurd number and a woman would never be able to manage that, and she said so. “I don’t think that is possible, sir that is a ridiculously high number and it might put the children as well as the mother at risk.”


Franz knew she was about to laugh, he walked down off the stage, walked right up to her, got right in her face and gave her the sort of look he had given recruits when he was helping them train, "Is there something funny you worthless maggot? Do I amuse you? Do you find me funny? Do you find what I'm saying funny? Listen here and listen good you prissy little bitch, I'm only going to say this once and once only, when I was training maggot scum in the parachute units, turning boys into men, I never had to listen to more shit than I've heard from you now, so either shut the fuck up or ask constructive questions, or just sit down and don't fucking laugh when I'm trying to talk... Are we clear you dumb bitch..."


Franz stepped back a few inches and got out of her face, but he folded his arms and waited for her reply.

Franz knew she was about to laugh, he walked down off the stage, walked right up to her, got right in her face and gave her the sort of look he had given recruits when he was helping them train, "Is there something funny you worthless maggot? Do I amuse you? Do you find me funny? Do you find what I'm saying funny? Listen here and listen good you prissy little bitch, I'm only going to say this once and once only, when I was training maggot scum in the parachute units, turning boys into men, I never had to listen to more shit than I've heard from you now, so either shut the fuck up or ask constructive questions, or just sit down and don't fucking laugh when I'm trying to talk... Are we clear you dumb bitch..."


Franz stepped back a few inches and got out of her face, but he folded his arms and waited for her reply.

Hearing that Resebelle burst out laughing. "Now I see why so many nations make fun of your nation!" She was able to compose herself and then said, "But seriously, if you want the rest of the world to take you seriously then you WONT declare youselves children of god, you WONT try to force your will on other nations-which so far is what this entire 'conference' seems to be about, and you definantly WONT insult foriegn diplomats."

"Very well. I think I've heard enough for one conference. Thanks for your time, Gentleman. I beleive I have a flight to catch, so I'll wish you luck for the rest of your conference."

On his way up he nodded to the High Lady. "Would the High Lady like to join me, it looks as though you have overstayed your welcome."

"Very well. I think I've heard enough for one conference. Thanks for your time, Gentleman. I beleive I have a flight to catch, so I'll wish you luck for the rest of your conference."

On his way up he nodded to the High Lady. "Would the High Lady like to join me, it looks as though you have overstayed your welcome."



Curtis shook his head and stood up, "No, no, gentlemen, sit down everybody... Franz is just a bit on edge because he was once a paratrooper and a Republican Guard officer, and he had to train cocky young new recruits, forgive his words, they were in haste... Right Franz?"

Franz reluctantly nodded, "Yes, I am sorry, accept my apologies..."

"Well General Fabus, I have little confidence that this error can be corrected. Your experienced officer has clearly shown a lack of discipline in what we are told is a very important conference about world affairs. We can only hope that his reaction is a isolated one because the High Lady here is a senior diplomat from another nation." Mark sighed.

"Personally I can forgive the outburst, given the apology... however I would have to look for the High Ladies forgiveness and willing should we wish to remain."

Prince Carl and R-Adm. Novikas had taken seats quietly after the others. They listened, quite bored, through the speakers' talk of Mississippian supremacy. They had both been expecting this, from reports by Bente Katarindatter of a previous conference. Hopefully this would not degenerate the same way the other one had. Novikas' jaw dropped when she heard the amount of children that the women in this country had. Eight? That's disgusting she thought. She was even more astonished that they wanted women, girls really, to have children at the age of 14. At home, most women waited until about the age of thirty to have children, and had only 1-3. Both were highly disgusted at the various comments directed at socialists. Clara was a socialist, though she sometimes voted communist, and though it was illegal for royalty to be a member of a political party, Carl usually voted either green party or socialist. They held their tounges on this point.

Clara Novikas blinked a few times and then regained her composure, writing everything down for her report. Prince Carl on the other hand, decided to say something. "Now, I completely disagree with your... methods... and several the statements you have propounded... but I have a question. After you have... controlled the population of the Africans and several other of these groups you call 'races,' I personally don't know what they'd be called in Callisdrun as their is no direct translation, but anyway, after that, wouldn't your own... high rate of growth be the sole contributor to overpopulation? What would you do then?" Being a royal, he knew exactly how to say something in a way that showed extreme distaste, but was also so polite as to be beyond reproach. And just by speaking, he suggested an unvoiced question as well: the question of where Callisdrunians fit into this idea of races, as even though they looked mostly white (extremely pale), they were too genetically strange to be put in any of the "races" that the speakers had mentioned.

Her face remained cool and calm, although her insides were boiling. She knew better then to say the rude things she truly desired too. Instead, she folded her hands and simply said, “I accept your apologies, then, but I’m not going to tolerate being insulted in such a way again.”

Prince Carl and R-Adm. Novikas had taken seats quietly after the others. They listened, quite bored, through the speakers' talk of Mississippian supremacy. They had both been expecting this, from reports by Bente Katarindatter of a previous conference. Hopefully this would not degenerate the same way the other one had. Novikas' jaw dropped when she heard the amount of children that the women in this country had. Eight? That's disgusting she thought. She was even more astonished that they wanted women, girls really, to have children at the age of 14. At home, most women waited until about the age of thirty to have children, and had only 1-3. Both were highly disgusted at the various comments directed at socialists. Clara was a socialist, though she sometimes voted communist, and though it was illegal for royalty to be a member of a political party, Carl usually voted either green party or socialist. They held their tounges on this point.

Clara Novikas blinked a few times and then regained her composure, writing everything down for her report. Prince Carl on the other hand, decided to say something. "Now, I completely disagree with your... methods... and several the statements you have propounded... but I have a question. After you have... controlled the population of the Africans and several other of these groups you call 'races,' I personally don't know what they'd be called in Callisdrun as their is no direct translation, but anyway, after that, wouldn't your own... high rate of growth be the sole contributor to overpopulation? What would you do then?" Being a royal, he knew exactly how to say something in a way that showed extreme distaste, but was also so polite as to be beyond reproach. And just by speaking, he suggested an unvoiced question as well: the question of where Callisdrunians fit into this idea of races, as even though they looked mostly white (extremely pale), they were too genetically strange to be put in any of the "races" that the speakers had mentioned.

Curtis answered the question, "First of all, Prince..." (He made a point to say Prince in a tone that let the prince know, Curtis was of a higher standing, having been the royal monarch of Mississippi for a time) "Well, now, firstly our people need to breed early and often, each time one of our women has a baby, she is doing her part for our national cause, our racial cause... And no, your race is not totally white by our definitions, white is not just a skin color, it's an attitude, and a lifestyle... You must look, think, and act, white, to be white... You are a marxist, and thus have elected to renounce your white roots. Sadly that is the way it is."

She looked towards Fabus as he answered the Callisdrun Prince’s question. “Ah, so would you call Eldanorans white, then? I’d much like to know.”

"Very well then, it's settled and I would concur with the High Lady that it would be beneficial for the conference to continue without any further outbursts." He bowed slightly to the High Lady and the General and returned to his seat, his steady smile retained.

To be honest he was half tempted to leave simply on the grounds that the conference was a sham, not really attempting to solve any issues. However we decided that it would be better that he remained and gave it a chance. At the very least he could gain the respect of the Empire of Eldanor for his nation... he made a point of showing excellent control of the situtation.

Yes, he would give this conference a chance. He could still walk out of this conference at any time and with any luck the High Lady would follow him so they could discuss business. Iuthia would be interested in setting up relations with a nation so close to it's own values.

She looked towards Fabus as he answered the Callisdrun Prince’s question. “Ah, so would you call Eldanorans white, then? I’d much like to know.”


Curtis nodded, "We consider you an elf people, which is what you are, although closely related to the caucasoid race. Thus our national policies would not prohibit the immigration of your people to our nation..."

"And sadly..." Resebelle said "You did not answer their question. Their question was. When you have done all this, and the blacks, and Asians, and Malaysians, and whatnot have died off... who will be the sole contributor of overpopulation? You... So what will you do to resolve THAT problem when it arises."

She nodded in agreement with the other delegate, and said, “Yes, you will have to control your own population or you’ll have to kill them off like you’re going to due to other races.”

She nodded in agreement with the other delegate, and said, “Yes, you will have to control your own population or you’ll have to kill them off like you’re going to due to other races.”


Curtis shook his head, "No, no, we don't intend to kill of our people, God has destined the Homo Mississippianus to have domain over the world."

Resebelle gave Curtis a perplexed look... then said, "Welp! that confirmed my suspicions. You sir... are not just plotting to take over the world.... but are also utterly stupid. There is no such species named Homo Mississippianus, your people ARE NOT chosen by god to take over the world... JESUS! WHAT AM I DOING HERE! YOU ARE WORSE THEN THE SUPREME COMMANDER!"

Mark knew there was a reason he came. He simply took mental note of the wording and continued to listen. Personally he wasn't too concerned about their methods... they were relatively ineffective in any case and he was informed that Decisive Action were not, on the whole, a major threat as other nations posed. They were to be watched but besides that it wasn't at a dangerous level and would likely remain that way.

He allowed the others to make their mistakes in replying... if it continued it wouldn't be worth saying, though hearing the slips made by various delegates would allow for a judgement of their nations choices in personnel and possiple frictions. Of course, Red Tide was baiting the Mississippians into reacting again, something which would raise the tension, possibly to a level which could no long be tolerated.

Mental notes were made. He sighed at the outbursts being made by Resebelle this time, something which could provoke reaction once more... though to be honest it made her look more foolish.

Alasse leaned back in her chair and kept quiet, thinking on all these crazy Mississippian theories and beliefs, most of which were either incredibly bias or a disgusting disregard for life in general. Homo Mississippianus, indeed, she thought to herself, hiding her inner smirk under her calm exterior. It’s true. These people are out of their minds, not to mention this whole thing is just to spread Mississippian ideas and propaganda.

Resebelle gave Curtis a perplexed look... then said, "Welp! that confirmed my suspicions. You sir... are not just plotting to take over the world.... but are also utterly stupid. There is no such species named Homo Mississippianus, your people ARE NOT chosen by god to take over the world... JESUS! WHAT AM I DOING HERE! YOU ARE WORSE THEN THE SUPREME COMMANDER!"


He shook his head, "No, no, No! There is no Mississippian global domination plot, that notion is just the talk of crazy conspiracy theorists..."

Alasse leaned back in her chair and kept quiet, thinking on all these crazy Mississippian theories and beliefs, most of which were either incredibly bias or a disgusting disregard for life in general. Homo Mississippianus, indeed, she thought to herself, hiding her inner smirk under her calm exterior. It’s true. These people are out of their minds, not to mention this whole thing is just to spread Mississippian ideas and propaganda.



Curtis could tell she didn't like any of what was being said. He wrote down something on a note and had a guard discretely take it to her, "I can tell you're bored, if this part bores you, the next few hours will probably kill you... Want to get out of here and go up to my room?"

"Ah, Ah, Ah..." Resebelle said, her composure back, "But you just admitted it. By saying-and I quote-'God has destined the Homo Mississippianus to have domain over the world.' Now where did you get that idea? What proof do you have that god has really made you the future rulers of the world. I dont really care... and please stop flirting with the female representatives... I am leaving and informing the Supreme Commander that if you ever get invaded..." She left the sentence unfinished and left the building.

"Indeed" Mark agreed with a sly grin. "I wouldn't call the boasts of a religious man to be proof of a plot. I'm sure he is simply refering to some passage interpretted from the Bible which will happen at the time of rapture, or something like the such. To be honest I've not read a bible for some time so I couldn't quote you on it."

Mark had, of course, read a certain amount of the bible as part of his extensive education. However for the time being he wasn't going to distrupt things with such notions as Resebelle made. It was unproductive. Though he was listening carefully to the words said. Meanwhile he watched as something was handed to the High Lady... it wasn't hard to guess the circumstances and he found it interesting that he's even bothering given the events so far... it could even drive her to leave.

Alasse scowled deeply as she read the note. This was the second time such a suggestion had been made to her, and she was getting irritated, but she kept her temper in check and merely crumpled up the note and turned back to the speaker.

"Ah, Ah, Ah..." Resebelle said, her composure back, "But you just admitted it. By saying-and I quote-'God has destined the Homo Mississippianus to have domain over the world.' Now where did you get that idea? What proof do you have that god has really made you the future rulers of the world. I dont really care... and please stop flirting with the female representatives... I am leaving and informing the Supreme Commander that if you ever get invaded..." She left the sentence unfinished and left the building.


Sadly, when she opened the door, she found that she was about to walk into a pile of snow, there must have been sixteen or more feet of freshly fallen snow around the hotel exits...

One of the SRG officers looked at her, "Well ma'am, we probably should have told you, Fabus Island was due to get much more snow than the mainland, which is already mostly clear... But now parts of Fabus Island are under nearly thirty-two feet of snow..."

Mark chuckled at the prospect.

"Nevermind, I'm sure you can wait out the time in your hotel room." He said, simply. "I'm sure the Mississippian's would be glad to host their guests in this hotel for the stay until the storm has cleared up."

Alasse scowled deeply as she read the note. This was the second time such a suggestion had been made to her, and she was getting irritated, but she kept her temper in check and merely crumpled up the note and turned back to the speaker.


Curtis sent her another note, "What are you a lesbian? Don't you like men?"

Carl was amused by Mr. Fabus' attempt to belittle him. "Me? A marxist? I'm afraid you are quite mistaken, my good sir, as Marx would probably call for the abolishment of the monarchy, something, to which I am naturally quite opposed. And if there ever existed any white roots, I can assure you that they were... 'renounced' far before our time. Millenia ago. Thousands upon thousands of years before even King Haakon the Great. In our isolation, we... for lack of a better term... evolved to suit our environment, the frigid land and eternal night of our country. Because our language was formulated long before we had any contact with anyone but ourselves, as I said earlier, there is no word for what you call 'race.' It is simply non-existant as a concept. And, in the entire history of the Monarchy, and in the small monarchies before the unification, there was never any record of a government anything like yours, which may be a good or bad thing, depending on perspective. So, I ask, what 'white roots' do you speak of?"
Despite his accent, which, as he'd learned English very well, was far less prominant than most Callisdrunians, he was extremely clear. However, his tone was not as contentious as before, more interested than anything.

Clara did not understand why Curtis had enunciated the word "prince" so. In their custom, a Prince or Princess was higher than anyone except a currently reigning monarch. However, she was pleased that both Curtis and Carl had spoken calmly.

OOC: BTW, elections in Callisdrun are secret ballot, so no one would have any idea who the royals voted for.

The next note made her scowl deepen even more. She took out a pen and scribbled a note of her own. She sent it back to him. It simply said, “I am not a lesbian in the least. My business here is diplomacy, nothing more. I would appreciate my decisions being respected.”

The next note made her scowl deepen even more. She took out a pen and scribbled a note of her own. She sent it back to him. It simply said, “I am not a lesbian in the least. My business here is diplomacy, nothing more. I would appreciate my decisions being respected.”


Curtis wrote back on the note, "Ah come on now, what are you, a feminist? I can't remember any woman ever passing up a chance to ride me."

She wrote hastily back, “No. As I said, I want my decisions respected and my person to be left alone.”

Mark chuckled at the prospect.

"Nevermind, I'm sure you can wait out the time in your hotel room." He said, simply. "I'm sure the Mississippian's would be glad to host their guests in this hotel for the stay until the storm has cleared up."


Curtis smiled, "Yes, of course, we are more than happy to put anybody up for the duration of the storm... Indeed my room is so big, that if they want to, any or all of the ladies here are welcomed to join me and share my penthouse with me..."

Carl was amused by Mr. Fabus' attempt to belittle him. "Me? A marxist? I'm afraid you are quite mistaken, my good sir, as Marx would probably call for the abolishment of the monarchy, something, to which I am naturally quite opposed. And if there ever existed any white roots, I can assure you that they were... 'renounced' far before our time. Millenia ago. Thousands upon thousands of years before even King Haakon the Great. In our isolation, we... for lack of a better term... evolved to suit our environment, the frigid land and eternal night of our country. Because our language was formulated long before we had any contact with anyone but ourselves, as I said earlier, there is no word for what you call 'race.' It is simply non-existant as a concept. And, in the entire history of the Monarchy, and in the small monarchies before the unification, there was never any record of a government anything like yours, which may be a good or bad thing, depending on perspective. So, I ask, what 'white roots' do you speak of?"
Despite his accent, which, as he'd learned English very well, was far less prominant than most Callisdrunians, he was extremely clear. However, his tone was not as contentious as before, more interested than anything.

Clara did not understand why Curtis had enunciated the word "prince" so. In their custom, a Prince or Princess was higher than anyone except a currently reigning monarch. However, she was pleased that both Curtis and Carl had spoken calmly.

OOC: BTW, elections in Callisdrun are secret ballot, so no one would have any idea who the royals voted for.


Curtis yawned a bit, and then nodded his head, "Yes, well thank you for clearing that up... If you are indeed not a marxist, well than I sincerely apologize for calling you one, perhaps you'll let me buy you a bottle of wine or something later? Eh?"

"I wasn't aware that such a preposal would be decent, General. However I'm sure such a decision would be their choice and it wouldn't be for me to make such judgements, Iuthia looks on such interactions in a different manner." He shrugged. Not looking towards the High Lady, he imagined she would be upset by the General's suggestion.

"Perhaps this would be a good time to take a recess to allow us to cool down a little? Pardoning the current situation with the weather of course, it looks as though many of us could do with the break. It's not like we are going anywhere."

“Yes, I agree, I feel I need to go get something to drink, I haven’t had anything in quite a few hours,” she said, standing up.

"Thank you... No" Resebelle said, "I would rather not have sex with a insane man. I also believe the only reason those women had sex with you was because they were Mississipians... and you have brainwashed all Mississipians into thinking you are a good leader. I shall retire to my hotel room now... good day." And with that she walked up the stairs.

Curtis and Frick both left the room at the same time, they were going to go drink and talk about the 1984 war, Baldur Von Schacht left to join them.


Franz then shouted, "Hail Fabus!" and threw his left arm into the air, the children and youngsters all followed suit, they were from a local area school, on a fieldtrip there to learn about how the government conferences worked. About ninety percent of the kids on the fieldtrip were males, and most of the kids were between 14 and 16.

They all returned Franz's salute and then Franz left the room.


Most of the boys walked out to go to the smoking lounge, taking out their pipes, cigars, cigarillos, and cigarettes as they were leaving the conference room.

Alasse left the conference room as well, heading for the bar in order to get something to drink. She took a seat in the bar and ordered a glass of red wine.

"Perhaps, a little later. Wine is something we often don't have the pleasure of, as our climate is unortunately not conducive to vinyards, so that would be most pleasant. Apologies accepted." Carl was a very reasonable easygoing fellow, and that was part of the reason he had been sent, instead of heir-apparent Princess Bente. Everyone liked Carl, and he seemed to be able to get along with anybody. Princess Bente, on the other hand, was incredibly anti-Fascist, and so would have created a very inoportune uproar by now.

R-Adm. Novikas spoke up, for the first time. "Yes, our most common drink is vodka, and though I like the stuff, it can get old at times." Looking outside, she said "Bah... you call this a storm? This is an autumn breeze."

Taking his time to collect his papers, Mark got up from his seat and placed everything into his briefcase. So far the conference had been something of a mess from officers lacking basic training in control to a delegate being unable to control their manner when retorting. The issues themselves were complete rubish and were hardly worthy of his time here. However opportunities presented themselves.

In a calm fashion Mark went to the bar and ordered himself a single beer. For the moment he left Alasse to herself as she calmed down from the experience. He would want to get down to business later and concider getting the idea of an embassy in the air.

Meanwhile he looked around the room and tasted his beer. He had various sets of training for such situations and he simply spent the time thinking about the fact he would be here for a while. Hopefully the storm wouldn't last too long though he wasn't too bother for the time being. So long as they kept to their word on previous agreements things should be safe and respectable.

Alasse, upon finishing her wine, looked around. She saw the Iuthian delegate drinking a beer a little way away. Having determined that Iuthia was somewhat similar to Eldanor in political views, she took a seat next to him. “So, what do you think of all this?”

Prince Carl went over to the Eldanoran and Iuthian delegates. "Well, it's just how I thought it would be," he said, somewhat sadly.

She nodded, and whispered, “Well, what do you expect? They’re Mississippians; they believe themselves to be above all others? Chosen people of God, it’s a bunch of nonsense and propaganda. World conference, they just want us to do things that benefit them.”

Curtis, Arthur, Baldur, and Franz, along with a few dozen school children, were all sitting around at a large table drinking liquor. Curtis shouted, "Another glass for all the kids, on me... And cigars all around!"

The bar tender brought the boys all another cigar and glass of brandy, the teacher frowned, "Students you're not really supposed to be drinking on a fieldtrip..."


Curtis grinned at her and said, "Well perhaps you'd like to smack me with a ruler?"

The teacher smiled and blushed, she nodded and then got up and walked off with Curtis, the young woman told her class, "You all behave now, I'm going to have a talk with Mr. Fabus about him possibly speaking in the school next week..."


Curtis and the teacher, barely over 25, both walked off and headed for the elevator.

Mark smiled as Alasse approached and sat down at the same table. He nodded at her in acknowledgement and listened to her question.

"Well, so far I would say we aren't getting very far, though I wouldn't say I expected anything new from Decisive Action. At least things aren't totally falling apart and they have shown more control then they are known for."

He shrugged a little. "It's nice to see you aren't too phased by your experiences though."

He watched as the Prince of Callisdrun also took a seat, complaining about the conference so far. To this Mark simply shrugged, at least he learned alot from everyone.

"I really don't know what they want to accomplish," Carl said. "At least there hasn't been any open fighting. There are loads of things Novikas and I cannot say because it would cause too much of a stir."

“I trying to show more restraint the other delegates we’ve sent here. I was raised at the Eldanoran court, and I attended many of the diplomatic conferences held there as a child and a young adult, so I’ve figured how to handle these kind of things.”

She looked over at the table where the schoolchildren were, and turned back to the other delegates and frowned slightly. In a hushed voice, she added, “I hate the way this whole thing is conducted, it’s to a point where it’s disgusting.”

Carl watched Curtis take the schoolteacher into the elevator. "Mr. Fabus seems to greatly enjoy the company of young women. He's been attempting to get Rear Admiral Clara Novikas into his bed. I wonder what he'll do if he accomplishes this, to find out that not only does Novikas have fangs, but bites as well."

Alasse shuddered. “He sent me several notes during the conference. Needless to say, I threw them all out. He even asked me if I was a feminist or a lesbian.”

Carl chuckled. "I didn't know there was anything wrong with being either. Of course, here there is, but it's Mississippi."

Mark shrugged again. "The way I see it is that this nation's culture is different from our own, having growning at a different rate in a different manner. I do my best not to judge it except when asked to do so professionally. That is my job... though I will admit it's not the most human way to look at it." Mark took a sip of his cool beer.

"In my opinion our best bet would be to simply hear what they have to say, keep things simple, polite and cautious both inside and outside the conference while in this country. We aren't here just to talk afterall... at the very least we can return to our nations and report our experience."

Mark then turned to the High Lady. "On a brighter note, I would like to ask for your nation to concider organising an embassy exchange between our two nations. I have seen enough and read enough to want to start a relationship between the Empire of Eldanor and the Benevolent Dictatorship of Iuthia. You are right of course, our nations are relatively similar in fundamental ways."

Carl watched Curtis take the schoolteacher into the elevator. "Mr. Fabus seems to greatly enjoy the company of young women. He's been attempting to get Rear Admiral Clara Novikas into his bed. I wonder what he'll do if he accomplishes this, to find out that not only does Novikas have fangs, but bites as well."


One of the SRG officers overheard that, he sat down and smiled, "Mr. Fabus likes it rough, so I've heard... I've stood guard outside his room many a time, and have a good idea of what he likes and doesn't like as he is often very loud..."

Alasse nodded. “Yes, I believe you’re right, our other delegates have had problems with Mississippians, but I have to say they did not handle the situations they were in very well, but they had never expected to be in such situations.”

“Anyway, I am more then willing to organize an embassy exchange between our two nations. It would definitely benefit the both of us, and I like the way you handle these things.”

Mark shrugged again. "The way I see it is that this nation's culture is different from our own, having growning at a different rate in a different manner. I do my best not to judge it except when asked to do so professionally. That is my job... though I will admit it's not the most human way to look at it." Mark took a sip of his cool beer.

"In my opinion our best bet would be to simply hear what they have to say, keep things simple, polite and cautious both inside and outside the conference while in this country. We aren't here just to talk afterall... at the very least we can return to our nations and report our experience."

Mark then turned to the High Lady. "On a brighter note, I would like to ask for your nation to concider organising an embassy exchange between our two nations. I have seen enough and read enough to want to start a relationship between the Empire of Eldanor and the Benevolent Dictatorship of Iuthia. You are right of course, our nations are relatively similar in fundamental ways."

One of the men, Franz Von Schacht, sat down right next to the Iuthian, and struck his lighter open, lit a cigarette, and snapped it closed all in a single flick of the wrist, quite impressive... He took a deep drag on the cigarette and then looked at the diplomat as he exhaled smoke up into the air, away from everybody, "So, you don't like our nation eh? Well at least you're nice enough to be polite about it..."

Franz turned to the diplomat from Eldanor, "Again, my most sincere apologies about earlier, I'd never been so angry before, the combination of this storm and what it's done to my stock in the Stahlecker Mississippian Commercial Farming Inc, and just a whole mess of other things, well... That is no excuse for my horrible conduct, I beg you accept my apology."

Alasse shrugged. “It’s fine, really, I’ve heard worse, believe me. This kind of weather puts most people on the edge. We’ll be getting our snow soon enough, but we’ve already harvested our crops for this season. Besides, I enjoy the snow.”

One of the SRG officers overheard that, he sat down and smiled, "Mr. Fabus likes it rough, so I've heard... I've stood guard outside his room many a time, and have a good idea of what he likes and doesn't like as he is often very loud..."

Carl wasn't especially perturbed by this, more relieved that Novikas wouldn't be charged with assault if she slept with Curtis. "Well, that's good, as that's generally how Callisdrunian women are, especially the Moroii, which is what Clara Novikas is."

OOC: out for dinner

"Thankyou, Highlady. It's always good to hear when I'm doing a good job, though I have to admit that you are handling yourself well given the circumstances." Mark smiled, and then laughed at himself a little.

"Heh... I'm sorry if I sound a little too formal, it becomes a habit when I'm away from home. If Iuthia were to have a weekness it's that we work too hard and forget when we're taking time off. Would you like me to get us another drink? Juice perhaps, I would like to stay off the drink for a little while now, I need to keep a cool head. How the Prince of Callisdrun, another drink perhaps?"