OSAF Requests Yafor 2 To Join (Farbini I [CLOSED])
The Presidente of Truitt and the Lead Executive to the Osean State Allied Forces (OSAF) has accepted Yafor 2 into the "Joinee" List. Appon thier questions being answered and some convesation, hopefully The Grand Duchy will make the wise choise to join the alliance.
Presidente Jewitt and Lead Executive James Conners walk into the Transocean Canal's capital city, Osea City. They sat, awaiting Yaforian government representitives.
Hargrave Muskat, hononary governer of Yaforite Laken Island moved slowly into the room. The invatation had been highly recieved in Yaforite Laken Island, and so, the governor was forced to come here, though it was against his better judgement. Of course, he was just a tool, but who cared?
Governor Muskat nodded and said, "We have decided to join the allaince."
The Lead Executive smiled. "This is nice to hear. Would you happen to have any questions about the alliance?"
Hargrave Muskat raised his eyebrows. "What it is, what it stands for, ect. Everything about it, basically." It was obvious that he personally disagreed to joining the allaince.
He took a deep breath and began.
"Well, we stand to unite all of Osea and Altiss, although we have our roots in Osea ourselves. We will protect eachother from imperialistic Laken and Sarss nations that linger and hopefully make a standing hold in Farbini I."
He looked back at the Yaforite and waiting for a reply.
Hargrave Muskat looked him in the eye, amusement plain upon his face. He was obviously a sceptic of many things, this proposal one of them. The Governer somehow tranfered all of that scpticism into his gaze, and on to the other person. It was a wierd thing to do, but is showed just how sceptical he was. He was the wrong guy to come here.
"and you're telling me because I am from the tundras of Laken Island?"
The Executive sighs as Presidente Jewitt comes up. His young teenage-like face smiled and said in a calm voice "Our goal is to unite Osea, Altiss, and all those who are imperial. Unite them, if by force, to stop them from hurting innocent people further. Do you understand that?" He started to smile even more.
Governer Muskat bit his lip and almost cursed. The impertinant fox! He sould be marinated over soy beans, that would teach him a lesson. How would this teenager know about this and what would his youthful idiocy care about it? When th young were brought into plans such as these, that decided the fate of worlds, they failed.
He was about to continue his tirade when his cell phone began to ring. Flipping it up, he realized it was his boss, Minister of Colonization, Jacob Faroli. Their conversation went like this.
"Minister Faroli, I am in the middle of a confer-"
"Shut up, Muskat. How is it going?"
"Well, sir, these Oseans are saying stuff about ending imperialism an-"
"I KNOW THAT, MUSKAT! Why do you think I asked you to agree to that?! Have you told my agreement yet?"
"Well, to tell the truth, I wasn't given the chance to speak and-"
"Then tell them."
Governer Muskat flipped his phone off, sweat beading his-now red-face. He looked like he hadn't let out a breath he had taken a year ago. He took a deep breath and sighed.
"We agree." was all he said as he exited the room. It was obvious that, while he didn't agree with the deal, the higher athorities did and so it was binding.