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OOC: This is a character rp for Ottoman Alliance members only, if you wish to become a member of the Ottoman Alliance then tg me.

IC:

Celtayoshi House had been throughly prepared for the arrival of the delegates. Over 50 staff had worked round the clock for the last week to make sure everything was perfect. The bedrooms had been cleaned and furnished accordingly. Each room contained a plan for the week long conference and contact numbers incase the delegates should need anything. The gardens had to be in perfect shape, the flowers were in full bloom and the weather should be perfect for the week. The lake in the southwest corner had been checked for pollutants, none had been found, but everything had to be perfect.

Security was a big concern, with delegations form many nations the CYSIS was out in force, despite being home to the Celtayoshi parliament it was quite easy for a person to walk in, they went through checks of course, but the building and grounds were after all public property. So for this week the security had been tripled, and several section closed to the public. Some sections of the gardens had been closed to allow the delegates outside space to wander freely. Police outside the walls very more visible, and they had extra patrol cars sent round on irregular patrols. The police had one armed response unit inside Celtayoshi House, and two more would be ready to move if needed. The army had one special operations divsion on standby to move at a moments notice should the worst happen.

At Belfast International Airport the VIP terminal had five limos assigned to each delegation, along with a police escort on th ground, in the air, and lining the route. Each delegation would travel first class from the airport to Celtayoshi House, and for the duration of there visit would be treated as Kings.

Two days of sightseeing had been arranged for the second and third day. The first day would be a day of rest. The next four days would consist of moring, late morning and afternoon discussion sessions.

Premier Németh would welcome each of the guests at Celtayoshi House for a small welcome party on the first day. The dress code was formal, the guests were all expected within the next seven hours...

“ Sultan Suleiman Al Bashir II (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/el_fadil.gif)
,his brother Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/baltar.jpg) and His cousin Foreign Minister Dr. Alice al Bin Umayyad (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/story.jpg) will be attending this meeting of the Ottoman Alliance members. Grand Vizier Mehmed Pasa Sokollu (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/marcus.jpg) will be the acting leader of the Ottoman Empire in my leave of absent."
Yours truly,
Sultan Suleiman Al Bashir II

The Sultan, Prime Minister, and Foreign Minister got on a plane to Belfast airport. A few hours later they had landed at the Airport, where they await their pick up.

Note: There is about 40 Imperial Black Guardsmen protecting the Sultan, the PM and FM from and form of attack.

Official Message from King Dayan:
Though my nation is a junior member of this alliance, I wish to expand my role in any way the leaders see fit. To this end, I will attend the conference, along with my Financial and Foreign Ministers. I look forward to it.

Dayan boarded his plane, which departed Vancouver International for Belfast. As the jet flew toward the conference, he wondered how best to make a good impression on the other leaders.

Several hours later
As the jet began its descent, an aide woke Dayan, and told him where they were.

"Ah, excellent," he said. "Call ahead, tell them we've arrived. Make sure my security detail is acceptable."

The aide nodded, and then left the compartment to wake the ministers as the King brushed his teeth.

OOC: my security detail is eight elite guards called Black Eyes. They're a little paranoid concerning the King's safety, I hope that won't cause any problems.

President James Anderson awoke slightly later than he was used to, probably something to do with sleeping 35,000 feet in the air made him feel more relaxed. Surprising as he had been scared of flying as a child. However many things had changed since then.

He rose, careful not to disturb his wife Alex who was sleeping next to him and his new child Jack sleeping in his crib at the end of the couch/bed.

Little Jack,only four months old, had been included in the trip as his mother and father couldnt bear to be away from him for the entire week that this conference would take, and the subsequent NWO conference directly after that.

After giving them both a kiss on the forehead James padded out of the room and into his office that joined onto it, closing the door behind him before switching on the TV to catch the latest sports results. This lasted for a couple of minutes and then he moved out into the corridor.

Five Secret Service Agents were visible including the head of the detail, at 6ft 5" the former Marine made even his "Boss" look small.

"Morning Mr President"

"Hey Roy how we doin?"

"The Colonel says that we are twenty minutes out Sir. We began our descent half an hour ago."

The President nodded and walked, still barefooted, into the planes situation room for a brief look out of one of the cabin windows before being joined by his Chief of Staff.

"Hey Ben, hows it going?"

"Not too bad thank you Sir. Got a good few hours of kip with the Secret Service guys back there." He motioned over his shoulder to the rear area of the aircraft, usually full of reporters however for this trip there were thirty Secret Service Agents in the better than first class seats.

"Yes, please do remind me why we are bringing half the army to look after me? Did nobody tell them that we are allied?"

"Yes Sir. However we are virtually at war, and a meeting of OA leaders like this would appear to invite an attack or sorts. They are just being careful. Besides we leave security up to them they are the professionals."

"Hmmm. Remind me what im a professional at?"

"Why everything Sir." replied the Chief of Staff with a smile.

They both had a laugh before the President returned to his stateroom to change into his suit, emerging five minutes later looking as fresh as a new born baby.

Secret Service Agents had checked with the advance detail, a further ten Agents, who had arrived earlier that morning on an AirForce C-5 along with six Chevy Suburbans that would be padding out the limo convoy provided by their hosts, and the all clear had been given.

Two minutes later the plane touched down, and the Air Force Colonel brought it to a taxi speed before heading off the runway, and with directions from the tower moving towards their assigned spot. From his vantage point in the cockpit he could see the motorcade already forming up along with press and security troops who would be guarding the aircraft.

Himself and his co-pilot along with the air force technicians, would be sleeping in the aircraft along with a dozen Agents. Just to make sure nobody decided to unscrew the wings of anything he thought with a snort bringing the aircraft to a halt exactly as the stairs began moving towards the forward door.


A minute later as the engines were winding down, the President emerged at the top of the steps, waving briefly before making his way down to the various mid-ranking dignitaries that were present at the foot of the stairs, including the IH ambassador to Celt, who would be travelling with the President to the accomodation.

Secret Service Agents scanned the assembled crowd of journalists as the President was greeted by everybody before he moved to his limo. He got in, followed by the Chief of Staff and the ambassador whilst the head of the detail got into the front of it.

The other twenty agents that would be travelling with the convoy moved to near the Suburbans and limo's, as the rest of the Presidential party filed down the party, lead by the First Lady and First Son who entered the backs of the other limo's under the eyes of the Secret Service Agents who then got into their vehicles, seconds before the motorcade sped off.

Head of Security for this trip was Dr William Forlorn. It was he who recieved the call ahead from King Dayan.

"Yes, call them back, the security detail will be fine. And make sure the welocming party is waiting!"

"Okay sir."

Meanwhile back at Celtayoshi House the Independent Hitmen delegation arrived, the President was driven to the front enterance, where he and his security detail got out. Premier Németh walked down the steps to great President James Anderson. The two men shook hands and paused for the cameras. The First Lady was greated by Mrs Németh, and the two women walked inside. The other members of IH government were greated by the Premier breifly before the delegation was led inside and shown to their rooms. Celtayoshi House staff began unloading the bags and bringing them along.

Then it was time to get ready again for the arrival of Ottoman Khaif. Sultan Suleiman Al Bashir II was met by the Premier. The two men talked for several minutes, while reporters took some photographs. The Sultan was then led off to his room, a floor down from the IH area.


OCC Note: Celtayoshi house has several wings to it, including the central chamber, along with four floors. All delegations are in the South West Wing, while some delegations may be on the same floor it has been arranged so that if a person from one party wishes to go to another part of the building they do not have to travel through any other nations delegations.

The President and First Lady looked over their suite, and were very happy. They even had a crib for baby Jack, who was now sleeping in the arms of his mother, oblivious to the fuss that was being made over him.

The schedule for today was not very hard, they would have an informal lunch at the IH embassy and then return here to meet with the other delegates, at the bar the President hoped.

Outside in the corridor several Agents stood post, along with the Army Captain carrying a briefcase chained to his arm that contained nuclear launch codes. The chief of Staff had a single room, slightly smaller but no less grand than the Presidents, as his wife was tied up performing surgery at home.

Secretary of State Tom Vasco would be arriving in two days time to catch the last bit of touring and then the main talks, after his conference with the government of Russian Forces.

Once they had got settled the Presidential party, this time minus his wife and child, moved back to the door to head for lunch. Instead of his suit the President had changed into his customary jeans and T-shirt, it was informal after all, and they would return in about four hours when the other delegates had arrived.

The sun was hot in the afternoon, around 35 Degrees Celsius to be precise. Not only that but it was a cloudless day and the sun was at its peak.

The Fuhrer stood at the gigantic circular window, surveying the jungle-like forest that seemed to creep to the edge of the Palace...and then stop, it was as if they had an understanding. The Legionnaires Palace was a graindoise building, marble white with ornate staircases, red velvet curtains, marble floors, chandeleirs and jewel encrusted water fountains both indoors and out.

Outside the lake was a pearl blue, like the Carribean sea, it shimmered in the sun, casting reflections on Palace walls. The lagoon pool was elevated and set at such an angle that it looked as if it flowed over the edge into the equally blue lake. The Pool was dominated by another ornate fountain.

The Fuhrer surveyed this as he stood tall at the ornate circular window behind his desk. He heard someone walk into the room behind him and he turned.

It was Secretary of Defense Jackson, a strong looking man with a clean shaven face and jet black hair with and intense, focused air. He stopped in the middle of the room, bowed slightly, saying "My Fuhrer, forgive my intrusion but it seems the plane is ready." He lifted his head and waited for the Fuhrer to answer.

"Excellent, excellent. Get your family aboard first, they will enjoy Celtayoshi, it is a great country."

"Indeed my Fuhrer, thank you. When will you be joining us?"

"In five minutes, now go on, don't keep them waiting, the less time your child spends out of an air-conditioned room here, the better."

"Indeed My Fuhrer, i will go now."

"Very well."

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The Fuhrer arrived at the International Airport of Legionnaires 10 minutes later in a thickly armoured limousince. The E-4B (In RL its Air Force One, the US President's Plane) dwarfed the limousine, the roar of the engines drowned out any sounds. The Fuhrer stepped out of the Limousine to the salutes of the Colonial Armed Forces Honour Guard. He quickly ran up the steps, turned to look out at the beautiful Legionnaires landscape, before turning and entering the plane.

Withint minutes the huge aircraft had taken off and was on course for a 4 hour flight to Celtayoshi's Belfast International.

The Fuhrer was duly informed that a C-141 had landed ahead of his plane, with another Limousine, and 4 Black HummVee escorts.

The Fuhrer, from his office, looked out of the window to see 2 CASDF (Colonial Air Self Defense Force) F/A-22A Raptors flying alongside, with 2 on the other side, unseen to him.

An aide entered the room, wearing an Air Force uniform. He was new and still unsure of himself, his hand shook a little as he closed the door behind him and he sweated despite the Air Conditioning. The Fuhrer was fiercely respected and commanded pride and obedience, to serve with him so closely was a great honour, so his apprehensiveness was nothing new to the Fuhrer.

The Young aide bowed, much too deeply and said almost inaudibly "My Fuhrer."

"Good afternoon son, it isn't that hot in here is it?" The Fuhrer smiled, and the aide returned an awkward smile, still unsure what to do.

"Cool down son, there's nothing to be nervous about. I need you to phone ahead to Celtayoshi, fax them the list of my security detail and the security vehicles and give them an ETA on our arrival, once you've done that go and have a coke and watch some TV. I'll give you a shout if i need anything."

"Yes...My Fuhrer." The young man bowed, not so deeply this time and then left.

[OOC: My Security Detail is 4 HummVee Security Vehicles, 16 Fuhrer Guard Agents and 1 Delta Force Squadron which will stay aboard the E-4B with another 10 Fuhrer Guards. The Delegation will consist of the Fuhrer, Secretary of Defense Jackson, Secretary of State Rosemann, Foreign Affairs Advisor Masterson and Secretary of Commerce Fineman, the latter 3 will arrive on Day 2.]

4 Hours Later...

The E-4B touched down on the tarmac of Belfast International, and taxied to a halt, directed by the Control Tower. The 4 F/A-22A Raptors cruised in behind and taxied to a hangar not far from the Fuhrer's Plane.

Within half an hour the carpeted steps had been rolled out and the Hirgizstanian Ambassador to Celtayoshi had assembled himself and a Military Honour Guard outside the plane, in a line down a red carpet, leading directly to the Armoured Limousine, sandwhiched in-between 4 huge black HummVee's.

The Fuhrer stepped out onto the steps to be saluted by the Honour Guard. Immediately the assembled reporters, massing behind the two lines of Soldiers and Celtayoshi Security Personnel, began to take pictures, the Fuhrer smiled and waved for a minute before stepping down the stairs, Secretary of Defense Jackson in tow with his wife and baby child.

The Fuhrer shook hands with the Ambassador at the foot of the stairs, talking for a minute, before saluting the soldiers and walking down the line, talking to a few of them.

He reached the Limo and a Dress Blues clad Marine saluted and opened the door. The Fuhrer stopped and ushered in Jackson and his family before waving to the Press, exchanging a pleasantry with the Marine and then stepping into the limo, the Marine closing the door.

The cavalcade immediately started with 2 HummVee's out in front, they would reach Celtayoshi House shortly where the President would be waiting.


-COH-

Dayan walked down the hallway of Celtayoshi House, to the room where the informal lunch would be held. He was flanked by one of his elite Black Eye guards, Davram.

"I trust that Ministers Thomas and Harding have found their accomadations?" He asked his guard.

"Of course, m'lord. Our hosts have been most gracious," the guard responded. "They will be at the lunch, or at least Mrs. Thomas will be. Mister Harding is suffering from jet lag. I expect he will be fine by tomorrow, though."

Dayan nodded. "And the rooms?"

Davram quickly glanced around back down the hall to make sure they weren't being followed. "Clean. Yours and the ministers, I mean. Rayan hasn't looked in our quarters yet, but I don't expect him to find anything. I don't suppose it's unexpected. This is a meeting of allies, of course." With that, he stepped forward to open the door for his King. They walked into the room, and looked for a place to sit...

OOC: Am I welcome in this RP? Because I know Ive not been that active on the OA forums...

OOC: Am I welcome in this RP? Because I know Ive not been that active on the OA forums...
OOC: your still a OA member, so I belive your welcome to join this RP.

OOC: Excellent.

IC: The sleek, long Praetojet skidded to a halt on the runway of Celtayoshi International Airport. The journey from Praetonia onboard the supersonic aircraft and been both comfortable and mercifully short. Praetonian Prime Minister Lucius Agrippa did not like plane journeys, but aboard the Praetojet he could usually be kept entertained for a few hours before the boredom set in.

The ramp dropped slowly, and the Prime Minister and his aides walked down it to the waiting limo, waving to the crowds of media on either side.

"When does the conference start?" Asked the Prime Minsiter, glancing at one of his aides.

"I believe soon, Prime Minister," replied the aide, but the Prime Minsiter wasnt really listening. As he got into the limo, he thought back on the previous years of Praetonian history, especially the time when Praetonia had, along with Credonia, been a leading member of the Alliance.

"I hope this can be the new beginning of Praetonian involvement in the Ottoman Alliance," the Prime Minister said to himself, "it is about time we rebuilt our status in this most prestigious of alliances.

"Kagan, sir!" an aide shouted above a murmur of conversation in the meeting area outside of his office.

Viktor Dokhturov stopped and approached the attractive young woman, "Yes?"

"My Kagan. You have business to attend to... An Ottoman Alliance meeting in Celtayoshi."

The Kagan winced, "Damn, I forgot about that in all of the action in the last few days." He contemplated his actions for a second, "Alright, get my plane ready." He gave her nod, and walked away muttering... I really should be more forceful... I mean... I do have absolute power now don't I? He scoffed, he still had to adjust to his new life. He quickly gathered his things and received a ride to the waiting national jet aircraft, a Navy-blue DP-121 (similar to a 747, you get the idea) with the 'Golden Eagle' and stars of the flag adorning its side.


The Kagan, and a few close aides would make the trip to Celtayoshi. A protection detail would also land, albeit an hour before them. The security force would be composed of twelve Dokhturosoldat (which is the Kagan's security composed of the base of the Kagan's last name with 'soldat' for Dokhturov's Soldiers) guards, all outfitted with the compact VEPR S2-SC, which was basically only the DNI and sensor suite. They were taken directly from OMON Intelligence Agency ranks as well as the OMONIA Black Berets, meaning they had incredible amounts of training and expertise. Along with them were three MMPWV NV-05 vehicles stripped of their weaponry and painted pitch black. A small group of actual Black Berets would be flying on board the DP-121 with the Kagan, however, they would stay aboard unless the Kagan was in danger.

Escorting the DP-121 en route would be a flight of six F-78A Sokol air superiority fighters, fresh off the manufacturing line.



The flight took an exhausting six hours from Rostov International Airport to Celtayoshi's Belfast International. However, they were there, and after receiving touchdown directions from the airport's tower, the DP-121 landed, taxiing to an assigned position. The aircraft's four turbofans howled down to a quiet roar as the security detail, who had already landed, formed up, surrounding the mass of reporters and whoever else. As the ladder was rolled into place, a Dokhturosoldat member pushed open the aircraft's hatchway, wincing as the bright sunlight and flurry of flashing bulbs erupted into his adjusting eyes. He stepped out onto the ladder and quickly made his way down, followed by three more Dokhturosoldat. The four guards stood at the base of the steps, observing the crowd as Kagan Viktor Dokhturov entered the doorway, he gave a few waves, and a wide grin. He shouted above the turbofans and the reporters, "Glad to be here!" He gave a final wave before descending down the steps followed by two Dokhturosoldat and the six others who had come along with them.

At the base, he met with the senior Dokhturosoldat member who had landed ahead of them as part of the security detail, he gave him a firm handshake before making his way between the two masses of reports, snapping pictures of him as he walked, and attempting to stop him for a nice chat. As he neared the end of the mass, he was greeted by Soviet Bloc embassy officials, as well as the ambassador to Celtayoshi. The two exchanged greetings before proceeding into the limousine provided by Celtayoshi. Dokhturov, four Dokhturosoldat, the ambassador, and his aides occupied the first while the rest of the delegation occupied the rest of the limousines.

The group of limousines (we only need three), quickly broke off, heading for their destination. Two NV-05s, each with four Dokhturosoldat members inside, pulled in front of the three limousines while the third NV-05 took the rear, escorting them to Celtayoshi House...

Credonian Presidential Palace, Credonia City, Credonia

President Sutton sat in the oval office looking over intelligence and war briefings for the day. As read them over, he remembered that he needed to gather his things so that he could be ready by the time the helicopter arrived to take him to Credonia One. He stood up from his desk, stretched and begin packing his papers and notes hew would need for the OA conference in Celtayoshi.

2 Hours Later
After finishing, President Sutton grabbed a cup of coffee, just as Credonia Two, the presidential helicopter landed on the palace terrace. He headed for the front door and was quickly flanked by a man wearing a Credonian Air Force uniform. He carried a briefcase, which was handcuffed to his arm. The handcuff was "the football", a one device that could authorize the destruction of the world, the device holding all of Credonia's nuclear, biological, and chemical missile launch codes. Before stepping outside onto the Palace patio, he took a look around as this would be the last time he would catch a glimpse of his home for about a week. He would surely miss it.

He stepped outside onto the patio, breathed in the sweet smelling Credonian air and headed towards the helicopter. Camera's and tv camera's took shots of him as he stepped onto the stairs of the helicopter, turned, waved and saluted and finally boards. Moments later, the helicopter engines spooled up and the President was airborne.

30 Minutes Later
President Sutton looked out the side of the window and watched as Sutton Air Force Base came clearly into view, along with the sight of Credonia One standing on the tarmac protected by a circle of armed marines. His cabinet had already arrived by mototcade and were already on the plane by the time the helicopter touched down near the red carpet leading to the stairs of the giant jumbo jet.

Sutton climbed out of the helicopter and hurriedly jogged towards the plane, anxious to get underway. Soon the aircraft began its taxi to the runway.

"This is Credonia One holding short of runway 25R, request takeoff clearance"

"Roger that Credonia One, winds are zero-niner-five at zero-three, runway two-five-right, clear for takeoff"

Within moments, the aircraft reached takeoff speed and gracefully took to the skies, destination, Celtayoshi.

The Premier met with all the national leaders. He was delighted to see such a turn out, Credonia, IH, Malkyer, Soviet Bloc, Praetonia and Ottoman Khaif. Certainly he hoped much business could be done over the next week. Now, however, it was time to relax, let the delegates settle into their rooms and recover from the jet lag. Premier Németh decided to take a walk out in the gardens after lunch, it was at least 5 hours until the formal drinks reception in Celtayoshi House. The weather was perfect, blue sky and not a cloud to be seen. It was in this weather that Celtayoshi was at its best, Premier Németh decided for about the thousandth time in his Premiership. He though over things, mostly importantly he chuckled to himself, was to get everyones names right. The Celtayoshi staff had all been breifed on who was who and their proper titles, it simply wouldn't do to forget the simple things.

Four hours later...

Premier Németh was standing impatiently in front of his bedroom mirror, why oh why could woment never pick a dress to wear he thought, as he wached his wife reject outfit after outfit. Despite the reception being an hour away the PRemier had to be there early to ensure he could recieve he guests. Attending for Celtayoshi would be the Premeir and his wife, the Minister of Defense and his wife, the Minister of the Home Office, and his wife, the Minister for Foreign affiars and his wife, and the Minister of Environment and his wife, along with some other less senior people and Members of Parliament. The reception was to be held in the Hillford Room, named after Premier Hillford, who was Premier over 100 years ago. This room was a large room layed out with tables along two walls and a row of waiters along another with tables covered in drinks and nibbles. In another corner was the band, actually the Celtayoshi Military Band tonight, the floor was covered in a Royal Blue carpet, and the walls were a Royal red with golden insignia imprinted on. The ceiling was a high ceiling with a huge splended chandalier in the centre, and smaller crystal lights all around th edges. As with most rooms in the building it was probably a little over the top and in your face, but such was the style of those with money.

OOC:

He was delighted to see such a turn out, Credonia, IH, Malkyer, Soviet Bloc, Praetonia and Ottoman Khaif

Forgetting Someone? ;)

IC:

The Fuhrer stood in the state room he had been escorted to. He noticed a lot of Limo's and Security Vehicles arriving around the same time. The Fuhrer had already visited with the Kagan from ARSB and would make a visit with President Anderson of the IH before the formal reception, matters of war always took precedent in the Fuhrer's business, a nation was made healthy by noble conquest, it would not do to dismiss such things.

The Defence Minister Charlie Jackson was next door, talking quietly to one of the House Staff trying to organise some sort of Babysitter. His wife, Nancy was still dressing,women, he thought. The Staff member left and Charlie went to see where his wife had got to.

Back in the other state room the Fuhrer examined a fully stocked alcohol cabinet, stocked full of expensive foreign liquor, hard to obtain by anyone's standards. He picked out a bottle of wine and examined the date, a 30 year old one that looked as if it had seen its share of time. He examined it further before placing it back in the ornate cabinet. The Fuhrer had learned to decline alcohol at these events, and in general. He did however enjoy a glass of aged burboun on occassion, or a glass of champagne if the event was so inclined, and this, he suspected, would be.

Another observation he had made was the relaxed feel of this meeting, he had only returned from a Leadership Delegation in North Germania, but it still wasn't over. His week of rest in Legionnaires had seemed like paradise until he saw another Diplomatic invite, but he felt, this was just what he needed. A week was too long, but a few days sightseeing with some old freinds and new ones wouldn't be so bad, and the diplomacy would end the week on a conciliatory note.

The Fuhrer turned to a rather plush and extravagantly large bed behind him, and lifted his suit jacket. He had a call to make with President Anderson, then he'd go for a stroll with Charley and his wife, before they went in for the Formal Reception.

-COH-

President Anderson was also having trouble with his wife clothes. He was now dressed in his Tuxedo, but she was still deciding over gowns. Trying to find one that didnt show off the remains of her belly that had developed during little her time with little Jack.

Not that it really mattered he supposed. There would only be a few photographers around, and if they got some really uncomplimentary pictures he could always have the Secret Service shoot them although that might cause a diplomatic incident which tended to get the Secretary of State slightly worked up.

Just as he thought that he was about to run out of answers for "Does this make me look fat?" a quiet but audible knock was heard at the door, followed by the appearence of Roy Boxer's large form. The Secret Service Agent could not see into the dressing room and so was avoided the embarrsement that may have come with his entry had the designers of this building not been quite so skillful.

"Mr President, the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan is on his way for your informal meeting."

"Ok thanks Roy I'll be out in a mo."

"Yes Sir"

The President moved into the dressing room and kissed his wife before straightening his bow tie in the mirror and heading out of the bedroom.

He opened the door and headed into the sitting room that joined the bedroom, in which several members of the Presidential staff were sitting or talking. They all stood as he entered and the room fell silent, but he waved them to continue before moving out to the corridor where several agents were in view. The nearest approached him.

“Sir, the Fuhrer is coming up the elevator Sir.”

“Excellent thanks Charlie, I’ll meet him there I think.”

“Ok Sir” The agent spoke several words into his microphone and several more agents came out of another door and proceeded along with them to the elevator doors. Two stood directly infront of the President, just incase somebody had decided to hose the corridor with an MG or something he supposed.

When the doors were opened they parted and he stepped forward to shake the Fuhrers hand

“Hey, how are you doing?”

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"Ah, President Anderson, I'm pleased to finally meet you at last. I hope we'll talk more informally later tonight, but for now i'll be brief as I've been told your here with your wife, and we can't keep her waiting now can we?"

The President nodded, and the Fuhrer contined "I see your very well protected Mr. President, now, i wanted to guage your reaction to the situation in the Acre Union- it seemed to flair up, and now its tapered off. As you know our worst causalties were suffered from a third party and at the moment there seems no movement from whatever faction in the AU were behind these hostilities. The Hirgizstanian people are behind the war, and the OA, but for how long i can keep troops out there doing nothing is another matter. I know Soviet Bloc's position, and i realise we will most likely be discussing the situation in AU over the next few days, but before we start i just wanted to know your own thoughts on the matter."

The Fuhrer stopped, the President was considering a reply...

-COH-

Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir was tire of being in his room, he decide that he should get out and meet the new leadership of Soviet Bloc. He went to talk to Viktor Dokhturo,before the meeting began. He walk up to the leader of the Soviet Bloc.
"Greeting Kagan Viktor Dokhturov! The Ottoman Empire wish you with luck on running your great nation." The Prime Minister said it ,has he was shaking the Kagan and awaited for a reply

As for Sultan Suleiman Al Bashir II, he decide it was time to meet some old friends of the Ottoman Empire, he saw Praetonian Prime Minister Lucius Agrippa just come in, and took the chance of meeting the PM.

"Ah Prime Minister Lucius,its good to see you. Face to face" he said as he was shaking his hand and awaited for a reply.

The Kagan, prepared and dressed for the meeting or formal dinner or whatever it was. So far, he was very impressed with Celtayoshi House, and definately liked its style and sheer luxury. He would make a mental note of what he liked about it and possibly commission a few engineers and architects to design himself a home or diplomatic center like this.

As he meandered down a hallway, two Dokhturosoldat in tow, he spotted the Ottoman Khaif prime minister. He wasn't quite sure of the name but it soon came to him as the two greeted, "Comrade! Glad to meet you, face to face." He gripped and fiercely shook the man's hand, a grin across his face as his left arm landed on the prime minister's upper arm. He nodded as the Prime Minister wished him luck on running the nation, "Thank you, thank you, the same for you... I have only the best in store for my people. So, how is Ottoman Khaif doing? I hope well?" He smiled and nodded, it was a natural occurance to the man who effectively grew up as a fighter and eventually ended up serving in the government with the OMON Intelligence Agency. He could assassinate a guy point blank range then ten minutes later walk up to a guy in another room and engage in a friendly conversation as though nothing had happened. He had killed frequently in his youth, and had equally kept up appearances. In fact, it wasn't more than a week ago that he had personally executed the last two parliamentarians that survived the 'massacre' in Parliament which immediately after doing so, he went on to address his people and several nations as well. But none of this crossed his mind, he was trained to store it in the recesses of his mind, as far from civilization as possible.


The rest of the delegation was still preparing, getting dressed and gathering materials for whatever the night held. For the most part, everyone who came was single. Dokhturov, in his early forties, was still single, having only held a girlfriend for a short time. He couldn't handle the ultra-personal relationship of having a girlfriend, or wife, or mistress. He liked having friends, and that was it. The rest of them, however, were all single, aside from the Minister of Foreign Relations who had been married for at least two dozen years.

President Anderson ran through his thoughts quickly in his head, as he liked to when faced with a question that required an in depth answer. His time as a history student coming back to him.

"Well Fuhrer. As you know IH forces have not engaged in any action during the conflict as of yet, and with the slow down we would not like to provoke further action. However saying that there is the need to stop this problem from recurring in the future but with the continual disappearence of AU leaders when there appears to be a crisis at hand we can do nothing but stand by and look on. I believe that the most viable option for the OA to undertake would be a full pullout, and the opening of the IGNORE cannons that we have in reserve. The pullout would enable us more resources to concentrate on other areas in the world where OA oversight is needed, and will allow us to increase the size of the alliance. I really do not think that the OA needs to waste any more time and resources on a nation of increasingly little value."

Hearing his wife come out of the door behind him he turned as he finished his sentence

"Hey Honey. You look great" A quick wink and a Presidential smile to her, and then he turned for the introductions. That would probably condude the formal business until they went out into the garden, when the men would pair off with each other and the women the same.

Already Secret Service Agents were there, looking suspiciously at the flowers as if they may hide some gunmen ready to spray the two leaders and their wives.

Premier Németh stood awaiting the various leaders, they were trickling down, mostly minor officials and ambassadors. He was talking with the Credonian Ambassador to Celtayoshi, who only just been assigned to Celtayoshi. The mostly discussed the tour of Celtayoshi arrangements, the next day they would be taken to Fort Celta Furor, a massive complex which had an army, air force and navy section. Any children would be treated to a seat in the CY-X1 fighter just to liven their day the Air Force had promised. From there they would travel to the Celtayoshi Park, via the Németh Bridge, currently the worlds longest bridge according to Vizions list of worlds biggest. The Park had recently won a prestigious award for environmental beauty, reconising it amongst the worlds finest natural beauty spots. The day would then take them to a final tour of city of Belfast, before returning to Celtayoshi House where delegates would be left to to either order dinner from the staff or they could have dinner in the dinning halls. It would not be a formal day. The next they would be left to explore the city and country at there own wishes, transport would be provided.

The President turned from speaking briefly with his wife who stood waiting for him at the door.

The Fuhrer shook hands once again with the President, "I'll see you a little later at the Reception, i'll not keep you from your wife any longer, thank you for seeing me at such short notice." The President nodded and said his thanks and the Fuhrer left him to attend to his wife.

The Fuhrer decided to take the stairs instead and was met by two Fuhrer Guards making their way hastily up the stairs. They both stopped below the Fuhrer and greeted him "My Fuhrer." The older of the two, looking like a dignatary if it wasn't for the earpiece, said "My Fuhrer please forgive us but you made no notice that you wished to see President Anderson, had we known-"

"Yes...yes, i know...my apologies gentlemen, but take a look around, there are guards everywhere...President Nemeth is no fool."

Both of them nodded and joined him in walking down to the floor below. The Fuhrer took a stroll along that floor, it entered into a library of momentous proportions at one end and the Fuhrer began to peruse the stacks of ancient volumes, all immaculately presserved. He would join the other guests soon, he had already told Charley and his wife to go ahead without him.

-COH-

Dayan left his room, dressed for the formal meeting, or dinner. he wasn't quite sure which it was, but he figured it would include bits of both. Heh, the life of king seems so mundane...A sign I'm getting too used to the job. He didn't conciously acknowledge his bodyguard walking behind him, but was subconciously aware of him. The Black Eyes trained all young royalty in basic self-defense and hand to hand combat; they were never totally relient on their guards. Still, it was nice to have a friend guarding his rear.

Since Malkyer was a junior, and to be honest a fairly inactive member of the Alliance, Dayan knew he needed to make a good impression hear. He turned to his guard. "Davram, where is Premier Németh?"

"With the Credonian Ambassador, they are awaiting the guests, m'lord."

"Ah. Excellent. I wish to speak with him."

"Of course, Sire. He's right over there," he said, pointing.

Dayan walked up to the two men, and greeted them. "Please excuse me for interrupting, but Premier, I must compliment you on the granduer of Celtayoshi House. And you, Ambassador, I do not believe we have met. I am Dayan Saarad," he said as he extended his hand. "And you?"

"Everything is well in Ottoman Khaif, I am gald that you asked.Now... Kagan what are your goals for the Soviet Bloc, and would they effect your good friends of the Ottoman Khaif?" ask Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir

The Fuhrer was engrossed in an old volume of Darwin when he suddenly raised his head, "Aha...thats what i wanted to do." The two Fuhrer Guards, one sitting at a giant oak table, the other standing to the side of the Fuhrer, both looked at each other, then back at the Fuhrer. The one standing closer enquired, "My Fuhrer?..."

"Yes, i was to speak with the Prime Minister of Ottoman Khaif, Uthman Bashir. I'm interested in an Embassy you see, make sure to remind me before the evening gets old."

"Of course my Fuhrer."

OOC: Waiting for Celtayoshi, lol.

-COH-

"I am terribly sorry Mr Saarad, I will speak further with you at dinner. Now I must address the guests. Mr Ambassador, thank you also."

Premier Németh cleared his throat as he walked up to a small podium. He stepped up to the microphone. Tapping it three times before begining his short speech.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, yes I know not everyone is here but we shall begin regardless. I am informed that they will be down shortly.
Firstly let me welcome you to Celtayoshi, I trust you all found your rooms satisfactory. The agenda should have been located on your dresser tables. If anything is not as it should be please contact a member of staff, one warden is assigned to look after each team on your floor. The buzzers in your room will call them.
Now, enough about that, we are all here for the food. I trust you wil find something on the menu to your satisfaction. Please take your seats as directed by the maps located at the front and side of the room. Your places will also have namecards. Let us take our seats."

The Premier stepped down and walked towards his seat. On que the other Celtayoshi delegates moved to there seats, encouraging others to do so. All the national leaders were placed together, their wives further down. The children were given slightly more appealing food next door, under the watchful eye of the Premier's childrens detail, experts in dealing with kids. The Premier took his seat with the other leaders.

OOC: Make up the menu, we will have it. (Unless you try to order a octopus with 9 legs or such)

The Kagan coughed, "Well, as one of Chlevenkov's senior advisors, I pushed for a more active, a larger, and a more advanced military. Luckily, I was able to convince him of its necessity in this troubled world. The only problem was he downsized the military, I hope to turn that trend around." He thought for a second before continuing, "Well, with the recent action against Acre Union, I believe its in the ARSB's best interests to increase relations with the Ottoman Alliance as a whole and with each member state. All I can say is you'll get some nice military equipment, over the next few years... What? Twenty submarines and another couple dozen or so arsenal ships?" He chuckled... He glanced off to his right as the Celtayoshi premier began to speak.

Dokhturov leaned towards the Ottoman Khaif prime minister, "Well, looks like dinners here... Well, Mr. Bashir, it was nice meeting with you, have a good dinner, I'll talk with you later." He gave the man a nod of respect and took leave, his Dokhturosoldat in tow. He was famished, as he had little to eat since he left and even before he had left he had had little to eat, only a light breakfast. His stomach was churning as he found the map to where he was to sit, along with a few members of his entourage, the advisors at least. He spotted it and quickly navigated the tables and chairs, nodding and greeting to any delegates he met on the way. He spotted his name plate and quickly settled into the seat, he didn't know who he was sitting by yet, since, so far, he had been the first to sit in this region of the table... He awaited the rest of the delegates and his chance to order.

As the Premier left to make his speech, Dayan excused himself from the Credonian Ambassador, and left to find his table. Davram started to follow, but Dayan grinned and said, "Friend, if anyone is going to kill me, they won't do it in a croweded banquet hall. Go and try to enjoy yourself."

Davram nodded, and comlpetely ignored the advice. He leaned against a wall, and made sure he could see the King as he weaved his way through the room, greeting people as he met them, and found the seating chart. He studied it for a second, and then made his way to his seat, wondering who he'd be next to.

OOC: I'm assuming we can sit wherever we want? Correct me if I'm wrong.

Sultan Suleiman Al Bashir II , Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir and Foreign Minister Dr. Alice al Bin Umayyad ended up sitting between The Fuhrer of Hirgizstan( PM Uthman Bin Bashir is next to the Futhrer) and Independent Hitmen(Foreign Minister Dr. Alice al Bin Umayyad was next to President Anderson), and the Sultan in the middle of it all.

PM Uthman Bashir began talking to the Futhrer of Hirgizistan.” Ah, Futhrer it is good to meet the leader of the Great nation of Hirgizistan, how are things in Hizgizistan?”

FM Dr. Alice did like wise,” President Anderson its good to finally meet the leader of one Ottoman Khaif allies.”

OOC: Ottoman Khaif, i'll start my RP before i get to the table but i'll RP it with you once i get there. I didn't expect things to move along so quickly.

IC:

The Fuhrer had moved on from Darwin and was reading a historical book on Celtayoshi itself. He was about to sit down at the oak table that dominated the middle of the large library when he heard the Premier make his intial address somewhere around the large House.

The Fuhrer got up and put the book away, moving to the door to consult the layout, he found the Reception Hall and nodded to his two Fuhrer Guards to come with him.

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The Hall was buzzing with light chatter, freinds were greeting each other, wives were mingling and waiters were drifting through with glasses of champagne. The Fuhrer turned to the senior Fuhrer Guard and said, "Look, eh...you guys have been with me all day and i won't ask you to stay through this."

"My Fuhrer, forgive me but we will stay."

"Very well, you are free to leave anytime, thank you both." The Fuhrer made a mental note then to make sure the Fuhrer Guard team on this trip was given a substantially elaborate holiday once they returned home.

The Fuhrer made his way up the rather large table, stopping to ask Charley and his wife how they were. He continued up to the National Leaders section where he could see President Anderson, Prime Minister Bashir, Kagan and Premier Nemeth.

The Fuhrer saw soon enough that he was seated inbetween the Kagan (OOC: ARSB, is that his only name, does he have a title etc?) and Prime Minister Uthman Bashir of Ottoman Khaif...'perfect' though the Fuhrer, no need to find the Prime Minister later on.

The Fuhrer shook hands with both leaders and as he sat down the Prime Minister began to talk..."Ah, Fuhrer it is good to meet the leader of the Great nation of Hirgizistan, how are things in Hizgizistan?"

"Ah, Prime Minister Bashir, so good to finally meet you at last. Things in Hirgizstan? They are fine, just excellent at the moment, the people responded very well to our entry into the Ottoman Alliance, i was most pleased. How are things in Ottoman Khaif?"

-COH-

President Anderson had also asked for the Secret Service presence to be light at the dinner, two Agents were in the room, one directly behind him and the other by one of the doors. Most of the rest were taking a well earned breather and some were sleeping in the suite upstairs.


President Anderson took his seat and was quickly responding to the Ottoman FM as he put his napkin onto his lap, in the dignified manner he so hated doing.

"Foreign Minister, its great to be here. My only regret is that its taken so long to be able to meet you all, something I hope to do more of on a more personal level in the coming days. The Sultan would be open for a personal audience im assuming?"

OOC- I'll post sometime either tonight or tommorow but my leader is Viktor Dokhturov. His title is 'Kagan', which replaces 'Premier' due to the new government format.

"Ah, Prime Minister Bashir, so good to finally meet you at last. Things in Hirgizstan? They are fine, just excellent at the moment, the people responded very well to our entry into the Ottoman Alliance, i was most pleased. How are things in Ottoman Khaif?"

-COH-

"Things are going well within the Ottoman Empire, I must said your joining the OA,was a great for us all in the Alliance.My nation wishs to impove our good relations between our nations, have trade agreements between our repected nations." Reply the PM Bashir

Dayan came to his table, and saw it occupied by Prime Minister Bashir of the Khaif, Kagan Dokhturov of the Soviet Bloc, and the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan. Hmm, a powerful group. I must not spoil this. He took his seat across from the Prime Minister (OOC: unless someone else is already there). He listened to the exchange of pleasantries, and added his own.

"I am pleased to meet you all, and I hope this conference will be fruitful,"

"Foreign Minister, its great to be here. My only regret is that its taken so long to be able to meet you all, something I hope to do more of on a more personal level in the coming days. The Sultan would be open for a personal audience im assuming?"

She manger to take a drink of water, then reply" Well, the Sultan is open for a personal audience, just name the time and I'll check if he can be there.He would enjoying talking to you." said Foreign Minister Dr. Alice al Bin Umayyad

"I am pleased to meet you all, and I hope this conference will be fruitful,"
"Ah,its pleased to meet you ,sir." reply PM Uthman Bin Bashir

"Ah,its pleased to meet you ,sir." reply PM Uthman Bin Bashir

"There is something I would like to discuss with you, or the Sultan if he is available. Concerning the relations between the Kingdom and your Empire, you see."

"Excellent, perhaps tomorrow then. When we have both returned from our sightseeing trips. I will make the necessary arrangements with my staff."

As the President finished speaking he reached for a warm bread roll and some butter, and began spreading it on a larger than normal quantity. His wife wasnt here to tell him off so he would indulge himself this once.

The Fuhrer nodded intently at the Prime Minister's reply. Another dignatary who the Fuhrer did not yet know sat across from the Prime Minister and began to talk with him. As soon as the PM was free the Fuhrer would request a meeting sometime over the next few days to discuss diplomatic matters in a more in-depth nature.

The Fuhrer noticed President Anderson taking a bread roll and he soon found his own and did the same. The menu looked very elaborate...

"There is something I would like to discuss with you, or the Sultan if he is available. Concerning the relations between the Kingdom and your Empire, you see."
"I'll see if I can set up a meeting with Sultan for you."reply PM Uthman Bin Bashir
He went to back talking to the Fuhrer of Hirgizstan
"Fuhrer, I belive you wanted to discuss something with me?"

"Excellent, perhaps tomorrow then. When we have both returned from our sightseeing trips. I will make the necessary arrangements with my staff."

As the President finished speaking he reached for a warm bread roll and some butter, and began spreading it on a larger than normal quantity. His wife wasnt here to tell him off so he would indulge himself this once.
The Foreign Minister reply" Good them, I will tell the Sultan about meeting and let us hope this meeting goods well."

"Indeed, thank you. This food really does look delicious"

James picked up his buttered roll and took a bite, amazed at how fresh and declicious it tasted.

As he did that he scanned down the menu, his eyes stopping where the word steak was, an even bigger smile breaking out on his face.

As he did that he noticed Dayan sit down at the table and once his mouth was empty the President leaned over to await for him to finish his conversation with the Khaif PM.

Dayan nodded his thanks to the Ottoman Prime Minister, and then reached to his water class to take a drink before looking at the menu. He noticed the President of Independent Hitmen leaning over, and extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. President. James Anderson, isn't it?"

"Certainly is" replied James, taking the extended hand and shaking it.

"Its nice to see some fresh faces in the alliance. Its been a while since we had a real recruitment drive, but im glad you are here. Hope we get to know each other a lot better in the near future"

"Certainly is" replied James, taking the extended hand and shaking it.

"Its nice to see some fresh faces in the alliance. Its been a while since we had a real recruitment drive, but im glad you are here. Hope we get to know each other a lot better in the near future"

"Indeed," Dayan responded. "I've been trying to rebuild Malkyer's international standing since the isolationist period of my father and grandfather, and I hope this will be a large step in that direction."

"Well your certainly on the right track. We have a good bunch of people here, representing good nations across a wide spectrum of political views. But we get on well and i hope you become part of the community"

"Thank you for your support, Mr. President. I hope our nations can build a strong friendship over the next few days."

"Its no problem and im sure we will." A Presidential smile.

"Steak sounds good for tonight, and if its as good as this wine we definitely are in for a treat. Lucky Alex isnt on this table or she'd have my balls for even thinking of having it, apparently im over my cholesterol level"

A chuckle and a sip of the red wine he had in his glass made the smile grow ever wider. How he liked these aspects of the Presidency

"Its no problem and im sure we will." A Presidential smile.

"Steak sounds good for tonight, and if its as good as this wine we definitely are in for a treat. Lucky Alex isnt on this table or she'd have my balls for even thinking of having it, apparently im over my cholesterol level"

A chuckle and a sip of the red wine he had in his glass made the smile grow ever wider. How he liked these aspects of the Presidency

"Steak does sound excellent," Dayan said, gesturing to a waiter. "Unfortunately, I'm afraid I won't be enjoying any of the wine tonight. I fnd it helpful to have a clear head during events such as these."

" Ahh you dont know what your missing. But I can see your point, it seems more actual decisions get made at these social functions than at the conference proper. At least that is my view of several others that I have attended, none of which were for major alliances if i remember correctly."

OOC: Im out for the night, ill continue this tomorrow if you choose to.

OOC: Okay, I think I'll carry on with the other dignitaries, but I'll talk some more later.

Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir decide it was best for him to talk some more to the leader of Malkyer. " Ah, yes the Ottoman Alliance is made up of many nations with many veiwpoint, like Imperalist to Socalist states. We are one big family in a matter of speaking."

Prime Minister Uthman Bin Bashir decide it was best for him to talk some more to the leader of Malkyer. " Ah, yes the Ottoman Alliance is made up of many nations with many veiwpoint, like Imperalist to Socalist states. We are one big family in a matter of speaking."

"I've noticed that. The leaders here are so diverse. It really is a wonderful thing that we can come together to discuss things without letting our petty differences come between us."

The Fuhrer put down his menu, he hadn't heard the Prime Minister speak to him, he was too engrossed in the menu. He waited for an opening before speaking.

"I apologise Prime Minister, but the menu looked so interesting i was barely concentrating in anything else. I did wish to discuss one thing at this time and that is the possibility of an Embassy Exchange, we would be very grateful for such an oppurtunity that would hopefully open up vital trade links between our two nations. What do you think?"

"I've noticed that. The leaders here are so diverse. It really is a wonderful thing that we can come together to discuss things without letting our petty differences come between us."

"I agree," said the Premier as he took his seat, "it is certainly excellent that we shoudl all be able to sit down together and enjoy a fine meal. We may not all have the same leadership styles, but we certainly can respect our fellow leaders. For each man here represents a great nation."

The Fuhrer put down his menu, he hadn't heard the Prime Minister speak to him, he was too engrossed in the menu. He waited for an opening before speaking.

"I apologise Prime Minister, but the menu looked so interesting i was barely concentrating in anything else. I did wish to discuss one thing at this time and that is the possibility of an Embassy Exchange, we would be very grateful for such an oppurtunity that would hopefully open up vital trade links between our two nations. What do you think?"

"Its quiet alright, I belive a embassy exchange and trade pacts can done."(He pick his glass of water)"A Toast to our friendship between our nations." said the Prime Minister

The Fuhrer followed suit by raising his and moving it toward the Prime Ministers, "Yes indeed, to Freindship between our nations."

BUMP

OOC: Convention suggests that the host should mention the menu and then everyone else sort of begins to order, something like that. Terribly dignified all this...what what? (Unless you say that last part in the way of an Upper Class English toff then it may not be too funny.)

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The Fuhrer drank some of his Champagne, savouring the last of it before placing his glass back on the beclothed and ornate dining table. He opened a bottle of expensive spring water and poured a glass full, while a waiter promptly arrived to remove his Champagne glass and place a fresh wine glass back on the table.

The Menu was back and the Fuhrer studied it further. He glanced over the starters, he would probably choose a soup or something, it would be nice whatever it was he thought. His main focus was on the main courses, his eyes scanning and then locking on a choice with Veal as the main attraction.

He looked around, wondering if everybody was here, and when the ordering would start.

-COH-

OOC: Waiting for Celtayoshi...

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Dayan coughed, and reached for his glass of water. He took a sip.

OOC: In other words, bump. Isn't there something we should discuss?

OOC:Like where's the dinner...and everyone else?

OOC: Im here, waiting for things to progress! hehe

OOC:bah..I'll post something to keep this going.

IC
The Sultan was sitting there entire time unnoticed by anyone in the table, he decide it was best final speak to someone…. that someone was the leader of Hirgizstan
“Well, Fuhrer how is the Hirgizstan going for you, everyone is working perfect do your leadership or is there something of mist in your land?”

Dokhturov surveyed the ornate menu, mentally picking out items as he went down the line. His mouth slightly watered as he imagined the food, he let the menu drop for a minute so he could focus his mind. Ahead of him was a glass of sparkling champagne. He admired the glass for a minute before lifting it up and letting the smooth liquid slide into his mouth. He let it linger for a few seconds in his mouth as he enjoyed its consistency and flavor. He at last swallowed it and set the glass back on the table, about half full. He licked his lips as he set the menu down.

He politely turned down a waiter's offer to either refill or change the Kagan's glass, still considering what he wanted for the upcoming dinner. He casually glanced to his comrades, arrayed around him at the same table or other tables, all engaged in quiet bouts of conversation.

At the moment, Viktor had nothing to say, and he would likely remain that way at least until after he ordered. At the moment, along with thoughts of what he should order, thoughts of what he should disclose to his allies in the future, if communication should arise between him and any of the leaders in here. He was considering about bragging about the ST-29A1 but figured that arrogance would get him no where, especially in this conference filled solely with allies. He would wait until someone initiated conversation as he was plenty content, at the moment, with silence on his part.

"Mist in the land eh? I like that expression. Everything in the Central Region of Hirgizstan is fine, Victories' economy is booming and the Uranium Mining industry in Legionnaires is catching up with the rest of the Commonwealth, and we are finally seeing results in the infstructure, society wise, in the Hirgizstanian Nations colony. Our only trouble spot, if you could call it that, is a slight situation in a nation called Semeridon (OOC: Its a puppet of mine i plan on using for a Colonial RP), we were about to close a deal that would make the Democratic States of Semeridon our first Dominion, as in they would be allowed to keep their leaders, but would have to take myself as Head of State. However, recent communist actions have turned this favourable tide into an unfavourable one, summed up, i think, in the Communist seizure of power. Now it is the People's Republic of Semeridon, and our Dominion deal looks to be in tatters, and our rather large Embassy there, not to mention our trade links, are looking increasingly at risk. Anyway, enough about my problems, what is the word in Ottoman Khaif, Sultan?"

-COH-

OOC: No I haven't forgotten about NS, I am just really busy atm.

I should *fingers crossed* be able to return to normal posting level on sunday...

"Anyway, enough about my problems, what is the word in Ottoman Khaif, Sultan?"

-COH-
"Oh,its the same old as away,nothing much as happen in the Ottoman Empire,lately. Mainly I pound of my ship building companies, they have expanding their dry-dock to meet the needs of the Ottoman Navy. Yet My nation is heavy diviend in two camp...I'll tell more later on,maybe in our meeting."reply the Sultan

"Yes, that would be an excellent idea. In the meantime, what do you think you'll be choosing off this fine menu, i'm think i'll go for the Veal as a main course, but there is so much more either side of that course, what are your thoughts on this highly diplomatic matter, " the Fuhrer grinned.

Davram frowned as Rayan gave him the message. "His Highness won't like this at all," the bodyguard observed. "You tell him."

Rayan shrugged, and walked to the table where the King was sitting. He tapped his shoulder, and Dayan excused himself from the table. "Yes, Rayan?"

"M'lord, we've just been informed that we're at war. The Dracun Imperium has invaded Zanziik, and Mr. Harrison just called to say he's sent troops, and ordered an airstrike on the Dracun fleet."

"Well, it's his perogative. I can only advise in such matters," Dayan sighed and rubbed his temple. "I have to go to my room, where I may talk in private to the government and military leadership." Rayan nodded.

Dayan turned to face the other leaders. "Comrades, I am afraid I must ask you leave, but I have just been informed that Malkyer has declared war on the Dracun Imperium. I must retire to my rooms, so that I may discuss the situation with my Cabinet and military leadership back in Malkyer. Again, I am terribly sorry." With that, he turned and walked toward the door.

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bumpsies ;)

Another BUMP?

Yes sir, how about another?

"Ladies and Gentlemen my most sincere apologies, there was a small emergancy with a Celtayoshi Parliament Bill 492842 which required my urgent attention. Now then, my a suggest we move to the dessert (to speed the process) which is an excellent national dish known as Serent a Gaultu, found by accidnet during the year 104AD when the army was searching for dissidents..."

The Premier took his seat opposite and to the left of the Furher.

"Perhaps you could help me, Furher, I was wondering about the possibility of staging an alliance war games, involving a defending nation, agressor nation, and alliance peackeepers, I would liek to guage how feasible such and action would be before formally proposing it later in the week?"

"Ah yes, i remember this being mentioned recently. I thought it was an excellent idea. I think what we need to do is sort out the particulars of these War Games. As i understand they have been staged in the OA before. I can, of course, lend vast amounts of land to such a project and we will of course participate but we need to sort out who is willing to participate, where it will be held, what engagement equipment will be used and who will play what part. I will fully support such a proposal and look forward to hearing more about it."

-COH-

"I see," said the Premeir between bites, "certainly if you can commit land we have an operational area. The Ottoman Joint Army can be used as Blue Force, and we can get variuos natios to provide Red and Green Forces. I will bring this up later in the week then."

"Excellent, we can have it in any of the Colonies, the Central Region of Hirgizstan is too populated but Legionnaires, Victories and Hirgizstanian Nations would be perfect. Anyway, we'll discuss it when we have more time and we can get everyone who's interested together. This Dessert is delicious by the way, one of the best i've tasted."

-COH-

"I shall pass your compliments on to the chef, now, if I may be excused I am getting rather tired.
Goodnight Furher."


OOC: BUMP for everyone else, I will post a description of the tourist sights in my next post, and then we can all move on to the actual conference after that.

OOC: Righto!

OOC: Ok.

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OOC: At this rate we'll never get these talks started, lol.

right, sorry about that, I have decided to shortly summarise everything up to the day of the begining of the talks, damn the ************* I have for teachers setting me so much ****** work. .

IC: After what probalby was nowhere near adequate rest the delegates were all served a breakfast of what would normally be associated with Continental Europe. The delegates were to be taken around Belfast and the surrounding areas by specially desgined coaches, one for each delegation. The tours would all head off to various places guraged by visible and invisible police and army. the city was a bustling city of many 100s of millions, and they were shown only a section of the commercial and industrial districts, inlcuding the aircraft factory and Celtayoshi International Stadium, the Nemeth Bridge and many other historically significant sites, all symbols of the great city. The tour of Belfast took until about luch time, when the delegates stopped at a reputable café/restaurant that was being payed a considerable sum to be closed for the day. The proper security arrangements were put into place.
After a tour of the city and lunch they headed out of town to the huge National Park which regularly achieved the highest standard for natural beauty and maintainance. The delegates would be allowed some time to wander about, never too far and always under supervision, but such beautiful days were not to be wasted on a coach, albiet a luxury one.

That night dinner was a small dinner which had no set time, to allow the delegations some time to rest. The next day would be leisurely and they could request to go anywhere (almost) and the proper arrangements would be made. Many took the oppertunity to tour Celtayoshi House and use its many facilites.

Day of the Talks

The Bisghalf Room had been setup ready for the conference proper. It was a modern room that was a shock once you walked into, but had quiet a comfortable atmosphere about it. Each delegation had room for security personnel around the edges, and in the monitoring rooms, whilst 5 people could fit into each national area. The room was a semi circle layout, with the speaker of parliament asked to oversee the talks to make sure proceedings were carried out in an orderly fashion. The Celtayoshi Premier and his team were ready and waiting when the other delegates filtered through, handshakes were exchanged breifly before each got down to review there opening notes.

OOC: Due to the inactivity in this thread, I have Dayan elsewhere in the world right now, but I'll continue to RP him here, sort of like this is in the past...if that made sense.

IC:
Dayan walked into the room, shook hands with the Premier, and sat to review the notes in front of him as the other delegates filtered in. After a moment, he leaned back in his chair and observed the other delegates, wondering what would come of this conference.

President Anderson walked into the room with a pair of Secret Service Agents. They took place either side of him after he had shook hands with various dignitaries and taken his seat.

From his jacket pocket he took out his carefully folded notes and placed them on the table before him, not opening them yet but awaiting the arrival of the others.

OOC: Present and accounted for.

The Fuhrer entered the room flanked by two large Fuhrer Guards, he shook hands and exchanged greetings with the other present delegates before settling into a surprisingly comfortable chair. He poured himself a glass of expensive looking water and a Fuhrer Guard placed a leather-bound note file down in front of him, embossed with the COH crest.

He opened it up and perused the notes as did the other Delegates, some of whom were still to arrive.

OOC: Reporting for duty.

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OOC: Guys this seems to have died along with the alliance, whats goin on??

OOC: What do you propose we do to save it?