NationStates Jolt Archive

DNS news broadcast.

The Imperial Eagle and Flame flashed in the background for three seconds as the world wide transmission cuts in with a black picture.

Are we on the air? Yes? Good..

The picture snaps and flickers for a second before revealing a rather chaotic office, the words Dumpsterdanian News Station set in the background, in the middle of the picture sits famous news-reader Miranda Marcs.

Good day and welcome to DNS, with our first broadcast within many years from the Dumpsterdanian Isles! The entire world has lived towards this moment, the moment where the Dumpsterdanian Isles is handed back and our occupation ends.

All over the Isles lead elements of elite divisions have been reported securing key civilian and military area’s. The same reports also show that Silverian troops are beating a hasty retreat as the combined might of the Grand Armada, North and South Fleet and the Colonial Fleet steams for Gierling and Tallarn but so far the transfer has gone quiet and in a peaceful manner.

Delayed laser transmissions from Aust, Kannara and the Guilds have reached Colonial Command in Aruba and where identified as being of the three Imperial Councillors that fled with a majority of their forces at the end of the war, Erik Solar, Alfarius Damocales and Dan Reranderas have all confirmed that they will arrive in the Isles shortly.
This coupled with more news from the Guilds which shows that Tanya Rift, daughter of Emperor Vespasius has also survived in exile in the Guilds and that a large amount of Dumpsterdanian colonies exist in allied countries, formed from evacuees can only bring more joy.

The official liberation will be celebrated in two days when the DDF predicts it will have ousted all Silverian troops from the Isles and all military bases and cities are back under its control.

Stay tuned folks, don’t miss the newest movie after the next block of commercials where the Guild defeats another crew of rag-tag nations intent on its destruction, see the 8th and 9th battlefleets in action!

As many citizens where glued to their TV’s all over the Isles the first cruiser of the Grand Armada entered the port of Tallarn and docked with the 4th ring, a company of veteran DDF regulars ran down the boarding ramps, hauling their heavy weaponry with them down to a few crates, stunned dockworkers looking on at the scene, unaware of the news.
A small figure emerged from the docked cruiser, her black coat swirling in the icy wind as she walked down the ramp and kneeled down, touching the concrete of the dock and rubbing her hand over its rough surface. “Its been a long time old friend.” She whispered and got up, dusting off the ice crystals of her coat.
“Sergeant!” A soldier approached her, his face grizzled by a hundred battlefields.
“Yes Lady Admiral?”
“Call in the fleet, secure the area.”
“At once Lady Admiral!” He saluted, turned and ran back to the rest of his company.

Overhead screamed a Thunderhawk transport, lowering itself towards the nearby landing pad, engine heat scorching the pad as it hovered closely above it and dozens of blue armoured figures jumped down, their markings identified them as the 6th company of the 1st Special Forces Division, Grand Admiral Ulas had sent them from the Grand Fleet to secure his former office and more importantly the secret stash of cigars he had to abandon. Yes indeed, the Isles where returning to what they once where…

Message to all NationStates:

To celebrate the liberation of the Dumpsterdanian Isles the following countries are invited to send representatives, there will be several important issues to discuss regarding the renewal of the Empire’s, diplomatic ties, trade links and more importantly the quick reestablishment of all its armed forces departments.

The Merchant Guilds
The Macabees
Guffingford
Credonia
Endenia
Praetonia
Huzen Hagen
Aust
Farmina

Other nations are also welcome to apply for an invitation should they think they can make a contribution to this conference.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

We will of course send a delegate. We congratualte you on your freedom and hope that your Emperor will soon return safely aswell

We shall not send a delegate, but myself and my entourage shall come. Our allies liberation is a matter of the upmost celebration.
-Justinian
Ruler of Farmina

(OOC: Time goes much slower in Farmina, only a couple of months have passed since the Crazed Marines agreed to our terms).

We are happy to see the Dumpsterdamian Government re-installed in its rightful place, as requested we will send an envoy there with a staff to re-open our Diplomatic Office in Dumpsterdam.

We would also ask what you would like to about the Dumpsterdamian within the Guild's borders. They are welcome to remain here at their leisure, but we are happy to assist them in their return to their homeland.

We would also ask if you wish any monetary or technical assistance in restoring Dumpsterdam to it's former glory?

For God and Saint Peter,

Criticus Zabic,
Foreign Affairs Advisor to the Emperor,

We thank both Farmina and Huzen Hagen for the swiftness of their responses.

We also with to reassure Huzen Hagen that a Special Forces division has been sent to retrieve Emperor Rift and we will have no patience with the Rayne or her false goverment on this matter, refusal will mean war.

Justinian, Vespasius spoke alot about you before his capture and I am sure he will be happy to see you again, security will be top-notch so you will not have to worry about anything.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

We are happy to accept the envoys from the Guild, I have been informed of some recent tensions that we need to relieve.

Those Dumpsterdanians that wish to remain in the Guilds may do so and may also return at any time, our Colonial Defence Force will be withdrawn from the Guilds.

We would also apreciate any sort of monetary aid in restoring our nation, we wish to restore the Empire as soon as possible.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Justinian has enquired regarding the dress code for his trip to Dumpsterdam.
-Office of the High Priest

There is no dress code, I will allow anyone to come as they wish, we of the Empire would be the last to force our customs on people who we consider our guests.

Aslong as you do not come naked or dressed as NATO officer I think everything will be fine.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Justinian has inquired as to whether he can obtain/where part of a Dumpsterdamian uniform as a symbol of respect.
-Office of the High Priest

Ofcourse, if he so wishes I can make sure that he is given the ceremonial rank of Lord Admiral, we will send you the standard kit worn by them, the instructions on how to use them is included.

Package includes(modified standard package)

FN F2000 main assault rifle(black)
- 4 extra clips
- Back straps(black)
Barreta 9mm sidearm(black)
- 2 extra clips
- Hip holster(black)
Longsword personal close combat weapon(blue steel)
- Scabbard(black)

Hero class body armour(blue)
- Gloves(blue)
- Combat Boots(blue)
- Magnetic Belt(metalic)

Trench coat(black)
-Officers cap(black)

OoC: The Hero class bodyarmour is a standard non-descript bodyarmour at first glance, the user needs to strip down to his undergarments and active the molding process as he puts on the armour, allowing it form to the shape of his body. It can then be put on and taken off quite easily and allows for days of effortless movement while providing decent protection against small arms fire up to 9mm.

Rheinlandistan inquires Dumpsterdamian government's political alignment.

Rheinlandistan inquires Dumpsterdamian government's political alignment.

Dumpsterdam cannot be effectively labeld, we are ruled by our Emperor, making us a dicatatorship but a democratic system rules the country on a day to day basis.

We are neither right or left wing, we occupy the centre and will continue to do so.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

BUMP

Because I know Praetonia is online!

Dumpsterdam cannot be effectively labeld, we are ruled by our Emperor, making us a dicatatorship but a democratic system rules the country on a day to day basis.

We are neither right or left wing, we occupy the centre and will continue to do so.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Rheinlandistan wishes to improve it's relations with your country and we will be sending a delegation to the conference. I will be personally leading the delegation.

Kurt-Johann Niemann,
Chancellor, Constitutional Monarchy of Rheinlandistan

Very well, you are invited.

However we must point out the fact that you are under no circumstances be carrying fire-arms into the conference room. You may have half a dozen bodyguards armed with nothing heavier then automatic rifle's but anyone caught carrying a weapon in the conference room will be shot on sight should that person even pose the slighest of threats to the other guests.

We do not want to endanger our high profile guests by taking half-assed security measures.

For the rest I wish you a pleasant flight to Tallarn Naval Station and wish to point out that runway #24 has been reserved for all delegations, your craft and all personal are subject to bodysearches however.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Just a short note to inform you that I will be arriving at this conference, should I be invited. Please reply ASAP so that I may prepare accordingly.
Maayan Levi,
Foreign Affairs Minister, Sanctaphrax.

Ah yes, I must offer my apolagies for not adding you to the list, my mind must have slipped.

Your invitation has been sent already and you are welcome to visit the Isles in two days, please take note that all the rules that apply to the other envoys also apply to you.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Bump

Aust congratualtaes Dumpsterdam and shall of course send a delegate to this confrence, Prince William shall leave with Erik Solar for the confrence. We are chartering flights for all of our allies citizens who remain in Aust, if they wish to leave, the flights shall be free.

We congratulate our nobel allies on there liberation, and hope that they shall never again fall under the yoke of enermy occupation. If you should want any assistance then you should only have to ask.

Victory with Honour at last
Emporer Palpatine the 4th

Emperor Palpatine, your delegates are more then welcome and I myself look forward to seeing young prince William again.

Your flight will be given priority over all others, good flight.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Navy.

Emperor Palpatine, your delegates are more then welcome and I myself look forward to seeing young prince William again.

Your flight will be given priority over all others, good flight.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Navy.

IC:

A huge black converted 'Doombringer' noisely cut through the crisp air, heading towards the Tallarn Airfield, where the Guild Envoy had been detailed to land for the conference. The huge black plane skidded slightly on the tarmac as it touched down, the high ornate painted crosses on it's side and the Wolves Head indicated it was from the Guilds. Who else had jet black planes...

The plane skidded to an impretue halt at the end of the runway and began a slow taxi towards the stand, where it was to disembark it's passengers.

Once, the plane was in place in the stands and everything secured, the door thunked back revealing the Guild party. Three smartly dressed Guild troopers came out at front carrying only small arms required by the Guild Diplomatic service. Their collar tabs and epaulettes betrayed that they were Knights of Saint Peter... and experienced ones too, all three had the Sydney Shield on their cuff betraying their experience with the Guild Legions in that hellish battle with the Bob-Bobian Rebels.

A auburn haired woman, wearing a dark red very ornate silk dress covered over by a long fur jacket came out, an ornate silver cross dangled from her neck displaying her faith.

She smiled at her greeting party and said;

My regards from the Emperor, I am Lavinia Quintus, I am here for your conference on the future of Dumpsterdam, we will of course do anything, we can to assist you in your rebuilding.

She and her party after greetings had been exchanged were whisked of to the place of meeting.

A white B-757 with text "Konstitutionelle Monarchie von Rheinlandistan" on it's sides and a Rheinland coat of arms painted on it's rudder loudly approached runway 24 of Tallarn Naval Station airport. The jet approached the runway and landed on it with a slight skid.

The airplane slowed down and at the end of the runway turned to the tarmac to taxi to the plane stands, where several meters high, towable stairs along with various airport maintenance cars was waiting. As the plane taxied towards the plane stand, chancellor Kurt-Johann Niemann sat on his chair inside the VIP jet, looked through the window thoughtfully.

"Mr chancellor, we're at our destination" a young KSD (Köningliche Schutzdienst) agent walked to Niemann.
"Excellent"Niemann replied. He was pleased that the travel had gone well. He was an ex-air force fighter pilot, and he had always liked flying. Now, even though he was the chancellor of Rheinlandistan, one of the most powerful and important men in the country, he always flew with his personal Cessna when he had a chance. KSD agents were always complaining about security risks, and he always hated that. Howewer, Niemann knew that KSD agents were only doing their jobs, and that his position gave him power, but also limited him. "Whatever, now was time to go", Niemann thought and got up.

The airplane taxied on the plane stand and stopped, with the left front door precisely at the stairs. As the engines powered down, the maintenance personnel on the ground started checking the airplane and also attaching various tubes to it. The left front door opened, and four soldiers wearing grey KSK parade uniforms with white leather gloves and German-style steel helmet and armed with Rheinlandistan-made StG 95 assault rifles (similar to G36) walked out of the stairs. They positioned themselves next to the stairs, with two soldiers on each side. Then chancellor Niemann, dressed in a black suit and accompanied by two aides and four bodyguards, also wearing black suits walked down the stairs. When Niemann stepped to the tarmac and continued his walk towards the conference building, the soldiers joined him and marched next to him, with two soldiers on both sides.

The High Priest’s jet came to a firm landing, in the dark night, seen only with the huge street of artificial light, that Justinian had ordered cover his red carpet.

The steps were put in place, as well as an orchestra for Justinian’s emergence.

The High Priest’s spokesmen came out of the plane first and read the Holy Decree, “In the name of God and Farmina, I present to the people of Dumpsterdam, The Highest of Priests, his Holiness Justinian and his Excellency Grand Chancellor Peter Vernis.”

The spokesmen quickly moved out of the way, as the orchestra began playing its regal tunes.

Two Farminan military officials emerged from the plane first, in the full regalia of generals. They marched side by side, holding up huge poles, from which hung two banners. The banner on the left was the flag Farmina, on the right that of Dumpsterdam. Three more men marched each raising three more flags once safely outside the plane. On the left was the flag of the Farminan military, held by a soldier in kaki green. On the right was a man in blue suit, bearing the banner of the Elected Councils. In the centre was a man in crimson red, holding a flag higher than the other two, the flag of the Grey Catholic Church.

Next emerged two heavily armed guards, followed by the Grand Chancellor. The Grand Chancellor wore a fine suit, black on blue, with a crimson red tie, and a collar embroided with the sigma of the Elected Councils.

Next emerged a series part of the military brass band, who played in time with the orchestra and a series of strong young men in a brilliant blues and reds. Along with the young men came a litter. The music roared up and finally emerged Justinian, along with twenty of his finest warriors.

Justinian wore the Dumpsterdamian uniform but with mild alterations. He bore a crimson cloak of the Church and Farminan designs had been embroided onto the uniform.

He sat down on the litter, upon which the young men picked it up and carried Justinian carefully down the stairs. His warriors proceeded down either side of the litter, alert but on parade. He bore his fists waving them in a way that indicated satisfaction, glory and victory.

Justinian was followed by more of the marching band. The music turned dark. Next emerged more soldiers. The first two to raise their poles, bore burnt ruined quarters of the bodies. These were the body parts of the Crazed Marine general who had been executed for killing the Third High Priest. Another soldier marched behind these two, the pole he bore, hung the Crazed Marine flag, tattered and soaked in the generals blood. After this marched three more soldiers. The ones on the left and right bore Farminan flags. The one in the middle had bore the general’s head, below it hung a mural of the Third High Priest, rays of light emerging from him.

Behind were the NATO flags, torn, burnt and bloodied. Their bearers did not march but walked and in no particular order, but a disarray.

Again the music lightened up as the dancers emerged, and the fireworks were launched into the night sky…

OOC: I had to make a big entrance. :)

Willaim peered out of the window of his modified concord jet and watched as Dumpsterdam loomed into view ahead, he sat back into his seat and relaxed, Nearly there, he really hated flying.

Catherine leaned over his shoulder, "Shouldn't we wake him?" She asked, nodding to Erik, who was lying, asleep, on the oppersit aisle.

"No, He's had a tiring day."

The White concorde touched down on the tarmac, the green star and gold lettering on it's side glinted wildly in the morning sun. Stairs where quickly pulled up to it, and the red carpet swept off into the distance. The Dumpsterdam troop's, a cermonial guard that stood eather side of the red carpet looked impressive, But looks arn't everything in war.

The captain of the ASS troops that had escorted them here, marched up to him and saluted. "Sar! permission to begin disembarkshon, Sah?" William nodded, and was glad that he wouldn't have to be with the wreched man again until the confrence was over.

Catherine woke Erik, and he prepared to disembark. Linking arms with Catherine he nodded to the ASS and they filed out of the plane, taking up defensive positsions around the plane, and analysing every possabled attacker. Like the well trained troops they where, they exciquted the manover quickly.

A speaker stepped out of the plane, repsiliant in his green shining uniform, cover in emeralds and ranks. Clearing his throat, he called into the crowd.

"May I present, His Lordship, Prince Willaim of Aust, Heir to the throne, Crsuher of the Enermy and Lord of the silver Star, Lord Commander of Aust Armed forces. Green Star, MAE, OAE. And with him, Lady Catherine of Thrashir."

William stepped out onto the soil of Dumpsterdam for the first time.

OoC: The actual meeting will begin tomorow at 14.00 GMT + 1 but don't worry, we will take our time to discuss each point so nobody gets left out.

IC:

The Guilders.

The arrival of the black jet could only mean one thing to radio operators observing the airfields around Tallarn, the Guilds had arrived and the message was quickly spread around security forces that where on guard around the perimiter of the airport #4.

After the quick handshakes with a minor offical of the Ministery of Foreign Affairs the Guild delegation was escorted to their quarters in the Silver Palace for the night and where placed under guard, they where told to not under any circumstances leave the Palace.

The Rheinlanders.

"Chancellor Niemann, it is a pleasure to meet you!" What appeared to be a young man dressed in the uniform of the Royal Airforce aproached the Chancellor and spoke to him with a rather soft voice.
Airforce Marshall Delane saw the confusement in the Chancelors eyes for a second and apolagised as she took off her cap. "Sorry, I am Airforce Marshal Delane, supreme commander of the Royal Airforce and I will be your guide aswell as your escort." Patricia hooked the officers cap to her magnetic belt, allowing her long blond hair to flutter in the cold icy air.

"I will show you to your quarters, if you would please follow me." Patricia winked at Niemann, she didn't realy care if he was married or not, it was a liberation and anything could go.

The Farminians.

"What the hell is that smell?" One of the Steel Legion sergeants commented as the Farminian delegation aproached the Silver Palace. "Its the cadaver their dragging with them..." Said his superior. "Just fit your rebreaters and you'll do fine..."

So as the Farminians aproached the Palace a offical of the Ministry of Foriegn Affairs was present to take Justinian to his quarters with a small delegation, nobody wanted that many people here in the freezing cold so they where immediatly taken to a warm shelter for the rest of the conference, under guard mind you.

The Austians.

Erik wasn't realy asleep, he didn't need to sleep at all either but did it as a means to pass time during long trips, such as the one to Dumpsterdam from Aust.
He ducked his head in the aircraft as to not hit his head and followed William outside, the ceremonial guard was infact the 8th brigade of the 1st Special Forces Division and had for the occasion pulled out their parada uniforms.
Aras Wolf aproached Erik and presented his weapon. "Councillor Solar, it is a pleasure to welcome you back to the Isles, the Lady Admiral awaits you in the main hall of the Silver Palace."
Erik nodded and then turned to William. "Prince William, I need to attend to some rather urgent business, I leave you in the capable hands of Field Marshal Wolf to escort you to your quarters, any questions can be directed at him." He bowed slightly and then turned on his heel and made the long walk to the Silver Palace near the entrance to Tallarn Naval Station...

OoC: The actual meeting will begin tomorow at 14.00 GMT + 1 but don't worry, we will take our time to discuss each point so nobody gets left out.

The Rheinlanders.

"Chancellor Niemann, it is a pleasure to meet you!" What appeared to be a young man dressed in the uniform of the Royal Airforce aproached the Chancellor and spoke to him with a rather soft voice.
Airforce Marshall Delane saw the confusement in the Chancelors eyes for a second and apolagised as she took off her cap. "Sorry, I am Airforce Marshal Delane, supreme commander of the Royal Airforce and I will be your guide aswell as your escort." Patricia hooked the officers cap to her magnetic belt, allowing her long blond hair to flutter in the cold icy air.



"They have female officers?" one of the soldiers escorting Niemann whispered with a slight amazement to his comrade.
"Corporal Schultz, shut up" another soldier, with KSK sergeant's badge on his sleeve said rudely.
"Pleasure to meet you too" Niemann said with a polite, but still formal voice. Niemann and his aides and escorts followed Delane inside.

OoC: The actual meeting will begin tomorow at 14.00 GMT + 1 but don't worry, we will take our time to discuss each point so nobody gets left out.

IC:

The Austians.

Erik wasn't realy asleep, he didn't need to sleep at all either but did it as a means to pass time during long trips, such as the one to Dumpsterdam from Aust.
He ducked his head in the aircraft as to not hit his head and followed William outside, the ceremonial guard was infact the 8th brigade of the 1st Special Forces Division and had for the occasion pulled out their parada uniforms.
Aras Wolf aproached Erik and presented his weapon. "Councillor Solar, it is a pleasure to welcome you back to the Isles, the Lady Admiral awaits you in the main hall of the Silver Palace."
Erik nodded and then turned to William. "Prince William, I need to attend to some rather urgent business, I leave you in the capable hands of Field Marshal Wolf to escort you to your quarters, any questions can be directed at him." He bowed slightly and then turned on his heel and made the long walk to the Silver Palace near the entrance to Tallarn Naval Station...
"Indeed, Erik, thank you." William truned to the feild marshal and bowed.

"I am Prince William, and this is my wife, Lady Catherine." The man returned the bow, and introduced himself, following him to there quaters Willaim noticed the remains of the occupation, destroyed buildings and burnt NATO flags lay everywhere. An eddy of dust skittered around his leather booted shoes.

Wolf led them to his quaters and they settled in, and slept, waiting for the meeting to begin.

Patricia smiled, she heard the soldier quite clearly. "The Dumpsterdanian law states that men and women are equal and therefore do not discriminate, I could have become a housewife, a officer or a construction worker if I wanted too." She turned around and the wind caught under her jacket, revealing a HERO class body armour, revealing just about every line of her stomach and chest.
"Your room is undergoing preparation Chancellor, Angelica has asked me to give you a tour of the base so if you would please follow." Patricia took the Chancellor past row upon row of JackRabbit interceptors and ground attack planes, hundreds of aircraft that where being serviced and launched.

The tour ended at the edge of the airfield in a small bunker overlooking a training field. "I have arranged a small demonstration for you Chancellor, I am sure you will like it."
Patricia spoke into the headset that as already on her head. "Commence with the operation, I want it spotless!"

"Yes, sir." Came from the other end and overhead the screaming of a Thunderhawk VTOL transport could be heard. The chancellor would have noticed the target drones and remote controlled vehicles on the training field by now and the Thunderhawk released a volley of missiles and gunfire at dozens of targets at once, destroying drones and armoured vehicles hundreds of meters away.
The drones on the field now began firing back, bullets ricocheting off the thick armour of the Thunderhawk and even a SAM, blowing a small hole in the transports side as it proceeded to land unhindered.

As its ramp dropped a mighty roar erupted as a Relas MBT rolled down onto the frozen ground and fired its 130mm main gun, blowing away a APC and destroying several drones. From behind the tank came a platoon of men, wearing the insignia of the Royal Airmobile Brigade, the chancellor would count at least 55 men as they advanced on the "enemy".
A barrage of rockets erupted from the of the Dumpsterdanians platoons as Kestrel gunners used their weapons to fire tungsten rods into venerable area's of the enemy armour.

The battle was over in less then five minutes, resulting in two wounded on the Dumpsterdanian side and over 30 destroyed armour and 300 gunnery drones lost. Patricia nodded in approval of her men and women. "As you could see Chancellor our forces are up to date and incredibly well trained, but this type of training is only given to our best troops. We don't like the idea of shooting our new recruits. I hope you liked the life fire exercise?"

Duniash City, Imperial Palace.

Ignatius Rolk stood at one of the windows of the Imperial Palace's main office overlooking the garden that was green all year round, even in the winter no snow could land on its ground. They will come for me soon. He thought, stirring the glas of red wine he was holding in his hand. I..I can't..escape this one. The words rang through his head and he swiftly looked to his left, almost paranoid of everything. He caught a glipse of red, one of his personal guard carrying the symbol of the catholic church. Ignatius smiled, he was the arch-bishop before the occupation but he had cleverly gained presidency through the manipulation of the people by his propaganda.

He turned away from the window and walked towards the oak desk to get some more wine as he drank the last sip from his glass. However as he turned a black shadow appeared behind the guard outside, slitting his throat and dragging him behind a few bushes without making a sound.
Ignatius poured himself some more wine and clicked on the lights in his huge office, bathing it in a pleasant hue. He made his way towards a plasma TV and a sofa to watch the evening news as he always did, unaware of the meeting in Tallarn as most of his officials had defected and the rest was too scared to bring him any bad news.

As he reached the sofa and prepared to set himself down the massive steel reinforced doors to his office where opened by something so strong that it made the 60 foot doors slam against the walls beside them.
A score of black clad soldiers, bearing the flame and eagle on their helmets stood in the doorway, weapons raised and trained on Ignatius.
"What are you doing here?! How dare you intrude on me you heathens!" He yelled, a second later he realised these where not his men but Royalists. The Special Forces squad advanced on him with a steel gaze in their eyes, intent on his demise as Ignatius backed away and ran for his desk where he kept a revolver at the ready, not to fight of the enemy but to kill himself rather then let himself be captured.
He reached the desk and franticly searched for the key as his enemies where still a good twenty meters away, finally he found the key and removed the revolver.

As he was about to put it to his head a loud crashing noise behind him distracted him as he instinctively turned around. He was pushed over by someone onto his desk, the revolver slipping from his hand as he saw a black gloved hand grab his hair.
Ignatius Rolk
His head was rammed onto the table rather hard.
You
His head was brought back up and slammed down again.
Are
And again his head was brought back up and slammed into the desk.
Under
Ignatius's head reeled, and a warm fluid dribbled down his head onto the oaken desk, staining it red.
Arrest
As his head was slammed down for a final time Ignatius struggled to keep awake, his hands where tied behind his back with a piece of steel wire as he slipped into unconsciousness.

The man standing behind him was Ulas Wolf a childhood friend of Aras, both members and first and second in command of the Dumpsterdanian Special Forces Division.
"Call Tallarn, we have the bastard."

"Yes sir, at once sir." Rolk was dragged away, a trail of blood marked his passage out of the palace, his own blood.

Justinian sat quietly in the corner reading the messages that arrived for him minutely.

“Peter,” began the High Priest, “Have someone ask the people in charge if we can have my entourage throw another parade to entertain the people.”

“As you wish,” said the Grand Chancellor, “I assume you will have one of your look-alikes playing you.”

One thing to note about Justinian’s look-alikes, were they looked nothing like Justinian.

“Of course,” said Justinian, “And have something done about the body parts’ smell, the locals seem to have complained. I thought appropriate containment had been organized. And also make sure there are more fireworks this time.”

“Of course,” said the Grand Chancellor, who then repeated the orders to an inferior, before getting on with his own work.

The Amryling Seat would be most honored to attend and she herself along with 2 other Aes-Sedai as well as a small squard of DeathWatch Guard.

The White Tower Of New Endenia



The Mother's personal Jet took off from Haven' AirBase carrying the Amrylin Seat and her entourage, making their way to Dumpsterdam. "Mother, we will be arriving soon into Dumpsterdam airspace." Reported an Aes Sedai. "Good, begin transmitting the royal code."

Two Jackrabbit interceptors suddenly appeared on both wingtips of the Endenian jet, as they disengaged both their radar stealth and optical camouflage.

Endenian airliner, you are to land at Tallarn airfield number six, runway #24 has been cleared for your arrival do not break formation with us.
As the interceptors recieved confirmation they escorted the plane to the airfield, carefully watching over it as it landed.

Bluebird 5 to TACCOM, the White Tower has landed..

The plane took off, carrying its cargo, one general and all her bodyguards. General Varis Lodd reclined in the seat, her head leaning against the mahogany armrest with a leather pad on top. She closed her eyes gently, hearing low voices all around her, muttering and mumbling. She breathed deeply, gripping the other armrest as the plane went up sharply, rising majestically above the clouds.
She relaxed again and was just falling asleep when one of the stewardesses came up with coffee and offered her some. She looked at her, as if she'd kill her, then shook her head in disgust.
"You didn't realise I was nearly asleep eh? No coffee thanks, tea instead. Whilst I'm blatantly not gonna get any sleep I may as well have something to do. Go on, off with you!"
The stewardess apologised and walked back to the kitchen, returning two minutes later with a cup of tea in her hand. Varis took it off her her with a suspicious look on her face and waved her off. She drank it slowly, letting the steam from the tea wake her up.
She finished it and got up, stretching her legs. She walked around the plane for a few minutes, thinking about Dumpsterdam. She'd never been, but she was familiar with another general from there. Her and Ms Raditz had never been on the best of terms.
She smirked and moved back to her seat, and removed a novel from her bag and started reading. At some point she was awoken by the plane dropping. She realised she must have fallen asleep. She yawned and stretched, then got up to go to the bathroom. Once she'd finished the plane had landed and she got off.
I wonder who's coming to meet me. Someone should have been notified of my arrival and come to collect me to wherever it is I'm going.

"Milady Admiral, General Varis Lodd of Sanctaphrax has arrived." Angelica's aide reported as he came back from the radio crew that was operating from the palace.

Oh holy hell. She thought. Not that bitch, you'd think the Sanctaphraxians would have had more brains then this...but obviously they where rather forgetfull.
Angelica reasured herself, Varis would be a guest here and she was still in charge of the Isles untill the Emperor returned, Councillor Solar had made it so.
"Very well, bring her in here..."

Angelica bent over the charts table, she would discuss with her staff how to best oust the remaining Silverian troops from the north before Varis arrived.
Unfortunatly it was not to be as Varis and two of her guards where let into the main hall of the Silver Palace quite quickly.
She looked at her command staff, they nodded at her, they knew what was expected from them should this turn into yet another heated debate.
Angelica straightend herself out from her bend over position, wearing nothing but a HERO class bodyarmour.
"General Varis Lodd, welcome to Dumpsterdam, as you might remember I am Lady Admiral Angelica Raditz. We've had our dealings before and I suggest we skip the ugly parts of death stares and mental threats, I am willing to forget the past and maybe start anew?"

OoC: Hero class bodyarmour is quite revealing, it shows the lines of every muscle and forms directly to the skin.

Some parts like the chest area and crotch however are dumbed down to just general protection parts.

"Acknowledge Air Command. Valon One initating landing procedures." The pilot calmly spoke into her com. "Mother, we are landing now." The Amrylin Seat sat in her throne calmly at the back of Valon One, flanked by two standing Aes Sedai, all of them stoned faced, both not showing any attempts to sit down during landing. Valon One approached the airfield with two Dumpsterdam Fighters escorting it down. "We have landed Mother."

Lavina Quintus waited in a large vaulted hall with her guards, the Guilds Ambassador was waiting to be received properly by the Dumpsterdamian Government...

Patricia smiled, she heard the soldier quite clearly. "The Dumpsterdanian law states that men and women are equal and therefore do not discriminate, I could have become a housewife, a officer or a construction worker if I wanted too." She turned around and the wind caught under her jacket, revealing a HERO class body armour, revealing just about every line of her stomach and chest.
"Your room is undergoing preparation Chancellor, Angelica has asked me to give you a tour of the base so if you would please follow." Patricia took the Chancellor past row upon row of JackRabbit interceptors and ground attack planes, hundreds of aircraft that where being serviced and launched.

The tour ended at the edge of the airfield in a small bunker overlooking a training field. "I have arranged a small demonstration for you Chancellor, I am sure you will like it."
Patricia spoke into the headset that as already on her head. "Commence with the operation, I want it spotless!"

"Yes, sir." Came from the other end and overhead the screaming of a Thunderhawk VTOL transport could be heard. The chancellor would have noticed the target drones and remote controlled vehicles on the training field by now and the Thunderhawk released a volley of missiles and gunfire at dozens of targets at once, destroying drones and armoured vehicles hundreds of meters away.
The drones on the field now began firing back, bullets ricocheting off the thick armour of the Thunderhawk and even a SAM, blowing a small hole in the transports side as it proceeded to land unhindered.

As its ramp dropped a mighty roar erupted as a Relas MBT rolled down onto the frozen ground and fired its 130mm main gun, blowing away a APC and destroying several drones. From behind the tank came a platoon of men, wearing the insignia of the Royal Airmobile Brigade, the chancellor would count at least 55 men as they advanced on the "enemy".
A barrage of rockets erupted from the of the Dumpsterdanians platoons as Kestrel gunners used their weapons to fire tungsten rods into venerable area's of the enemy armour.

The battle was over in less then five minutes, resulting in two wounded on the Dumpsterdanian side and over 30 destroyed armour and 300 gunnery drones lost. Patricia nodded in approval of her men and women. "As you could see Chancellor our forces are up to date and incredibly well trained, but this type of training is only given to our best troops. We don't like the idea of shooting our new recruits. I hope you liked the life fire exercise?"



"Impressive" Niemann said as he watched the fighters. He was a former Köningliche Luftwaffe pilot, and even when retired from military he had followed air force events closely. "We could only dream of planes like those when i was in KLW." he said with clear admiration in his voice.

Niemann watched the live firing excercise, and even more admiration towards Dumpsterdanian military he said:"Most impressive indeed. When does the conference start?"


OOC:BTW what tech is this?

The Imperial Republic of Hataria wishes to Join the Meeting and will Send a Envoy to it if we are Invited.

Emperor Barbarossa.

OoC: This is mostly 2010 tech, nothing realy advanced, just modern day tech with alot of funding poured into it to make it better.

And due to the fact that several of my primary allies have not yet arrived, I will postpone the start of the conference to either tonight or tomorow. I apolagise for an inconvenience this may have brought and everyone who has not yet shown up has been TG'ed or IM'ed.

If you cannot make it for whatever reason, do let me know.

IC:

A young girl wearing a black dress greeted Lavina. "Lavina Quintus I presume from the Guilds?" Lavina nodded at her. "Then please follow me milady."

The girl took the Guilders through many a hall and corridor, most of the things here where made of a beautifull kind of silver and it all shone like never before. As they aproached two oaken double doors two men wearing MINOTAUR armour stepped aside, allowing the girl and the group following her entrance to the room.
As they where all inside the room the doors where closed again, a closer look at the girl reveiled she couldn't be any older then 18.
"I am Erika Rift, daughter of Emperor Vespasius. Councillor Solar has appointed me as the new ambassador to the Guilds, I will have much to repair that my sister damaged from what I have heard."

Before Lavina could reply she added a few words. "Oh and Councillor Solar has kindly asked me to keep you within the palace untill the meeting starts, so if you would please stay in this room. It is quite large and offers a very nice view of the bay."

Tallarn Airport number six, runway #24.

As the door of the jet opened the red carpet was already in place for its important guest, Royal Marines lined both sides, swords drawn and raised up to their chest. A speaker anounced the guests.

The New Endenian Amrylin Seat, rulers of the White Tower.

Near the excercise field.

"The conference will probably be delayed, we've had some troubles with contacting some of our allies." Patricia apolagised, again, for something that she couldn't have helped. "I will show you to your room then, I have no idea how long this will take."

A short ride in a Rhino APC later they chancellor Niemann was shown to his suite overlooking the number six military airfield.

Edit:
Message to Hataria.

You are most welcome but please send your envoy as soon as possible, runway #24 on Tallarn's number six airfield has been cleared for you.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.

Message to Hataria.

You are most welcome but please send your envoy as soon as possible, runway #24 on Tallarn's number six airfield has been cleared for you.

Angelica Raditz, Lady Admiral of the Royal Navy.


Message from Emperor Barbarossa

We are sending Tianyu Ryu to your Nation, he will Come soon on Imperial One.

Telegram to Dumpsterdam
Imperial Foreign Office

As the Imperial Navy has secured the seas in the Roach Buster conflict, it is
reasonably safe for us to send the Imperator himself to this meeting. We wish
you much happiness in your new and free state.

The black Audi A8 swerved into the right lane running right up to the entrance of the building in which the "meeting" was going to be held. The ambassador to the new Dumpsterdamian (?) state was retired General-feldmarchall Trustwig von Iisengurd, an old Hasselic commander who had escaped the purge after the defeat of Hassel during the Civil War just under a decade ago. His retirement was actually forced, and this seemed as an escape from any subsequent purges, although up to now they had not occured, evidence of the more "moralisitic" regime Jonach I, Emperor of the Golden Throne [Catalan Dyansty], represented. However, he had received an urgent telegram from Fedala, the new Macabee capital, to meet with other representatives with the new government of Dumpsterdam, and now he was arriving late.

So, once the car stopped he didn't even wait until the door was opened for him. He ran out, dressed in the old Hasselic uniform (instead of the white Macabee general officer uniform) and began to make his journey through where ever he had to go. Finally he arrived at the room, stormed in rather un-gracefully and blurted,"Ah yes, I am incredibly late. Hmm, it seems you have gotten rather far in this meeting, my apologies, but can I please ask you for a simple recap of the talks? Again, I apologize for my very un-timely arrival."

OOC: Didn't see the TM until now.

a 747 came to the Dumpsterdamian Air Space, "This is Imperial One to Dumpsterdam Air Control, we are waiting for clearnce to enter and Land."


OOC: ok, it's short but that is my way.

The Iron Concordiat of Wirraway took on over a million Dumpsterdanian citizens of refugees during the AMF hostilities and we have been informed by them that they should like to return to their native lands. With your permission we shall begin loading them abord transports in preparation for a passage to the Dumpsterdanian Isles.

"General Varis Lodd, welcome to Dumpsterdam, as you might remember I am Lady Admiral Angelica Raditz. We've had our dealings before and I suggest we skip the ugly parts of death stares and mental threats, I am willing to forget the past and maybe start anew?"
Of course I remember, how could I forget. As I recall, you were an absolute bitch then. Have things changed? If they have, which I doubt, then I would be willing to forgive and forget. Unfortunately I fear they have not, in which case I shall settle for merely avoiding each other, or attempting to be civil. I would have thought you'd made some effort to at least get properly dressed for this conference. Apparently I was wrong.

Lavina grinned at Tanya Solar's sister, she curtsied and her guards took the hint they should bow, after all they were dealing with Royalty here not the usual clerks or servants.

She opened her mouth to speak;

Indeed, there has been much damage to the Guild/Dumpsterdamian relations, which we will of course strive to repair. We don't wish anything to happen to Tanya Solar after all she is Lord Stra'coth consort and since the Emperor rules until Lord Stra'coth returns to us, we would rather please him by re-uniting them both.

And yes, the accomodation and general reception is excellent you are to be commended thus far.

We will of course be willing to assist the Dumpsterdamian Government to return to it's former glory. We hope this effort on our part will repair and secure our long lasting friendship.

Lavina waited for Erika to reply.

OoC: Speeding up the process, I'll reply to the last few people and then we'll start off with the conference, I'll assume that all representatives except those from Guffingford and Credonia are present in the room.

IC:

To: Wirraway
From: The Minstery of Foreign Affairs.

We are ready to accept most of our people back, however we do ask that those that wish to stay be granted the right to do so.
Maybe they are married with one of your citizens or simply do not wish to return.

However we expect 99% to return, we leave the means up to you.


The Silver Palace.

Erica looked rather confused.
"I am sorry Ms Quintus, but our last name is Rift, Councillor Solar is my uncle..."
She blushed and motioned for the door. "I think the conference will start soon, please follow me."

In a room adjacent to where the Guilders where Angelica faced down Lodis. "At this point General, I lead the Empire so avoiding me will be rather hard. However since our last chat several years have passed and I can quite say that with four promotions up to the rank of Lady Admiral, I have changed." Angelica glared at the clock. "We must go, the conference is starting." She took Varis, whether she liked it or not by the arm and walked into the room where the other delegates where waiting.

Meanwhile the Hatarian representative was rushed into the conference room by a official of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, where most of the other representatives where already gathered, chatting with each other.

The Conference Room.

All where seated along the round table that stood in the middle of the stone platform that seemingly hovered in the air, the only thing that seemed to be holding it up was the stairs from the Silver Palace. Although the platform was outside it was covered in a sphere of black as if a black cloth had been thrown over an invisible bubble protecting the platform and its delegates.

As the sun rose from behind the horizon, glittering over the sea and illuminating everything that was upon it the veil disappeared, revealing hundreds upon hundreds of warships that where making the passage into the harbour.
Battleships, carriers, frigates, all shapes and sizes could be seen; even two Austian battleships confiscated at the start of the evacuation sailed near the rear of the truly massive convoy.

The passage of ships went quietly as the Lady Admiral stood up and signalled for silence on the wind still platform. "Delegates from allies old and allies new, today we mark the liberation of Dumpsterdam. Most of you will obviously get extremely drunk tonight in one of the many fine bars and clubs that Tallarn City has to offer but I ask you to remain sober enough to discuss international politics." Her opening was met with a few giggles and laughs, mainly coming from the dancers that the Farminian High Priest had brought instead of his guards.

Angelica continued. "I therefore present you the agenda for the coming week, we will discuss each point and hopefully come to an agreement or a solution."

Conference points:

- The reinstatement of embassies, diplomatic ties and possible alliances with our new allies

- The setting up of new trade routes and to renew the old ones, as always Dumpsterdam is willing to share its vast amounts of oil with its allies for other products and raw materials

- The removal of NATO troops from the Isles

- The termination of NATO operatives and intelligence networks

- The upgrading of the Royal Navy(Praetorian issue)

- The strengthening of Dumpsterdanian Colonial Assets

- The retrieval of Dumpsterdanian evacuees

- Retrieval of Emperor Rift from AMF

- Eliminating the threat that is the Roman Republic

Angelica sat down and Councillor Erik Solar rose to his full eight foot height, towering above everyone present. "As Imperial Councillor responsible for the foreign affairs of the Empire, I wish to extend our offer of an embassy exchange to all here assembled, nations that do not wish so may speak out and may also speak why."

"To our new allies, Hataria and Rheinlandistan, I offer the strong arm of the Empire, to become a staunch ally as we will be on of yours."

"To the Merchant Guilds I offer my direct and sincere apologies, it seems that my niece Tanya Rift was quite upset at the disappearance of her fiance. Our new ambassador Erica Rift which you already met will be appointed as soon as this conference is over."

Erik motioned to the delegates. "Do ask your questions and show me your stances on our diplomatic ties."

"We will be establishing a new embassy as soon as possible. I also assume that Dumpsterdam will maintain a policy of absolute free trade and a floating exchange rate with Farmina; as these are Farmina's long held policies," said Justinian, which gained an immediate nod from the Grand Chancellor on his left.

Lavina smiled at Erik Solar.

That is quite alright, My Lord. The Guilds offers it's regrets over its actions towards Ms. Rift as well, we are still searching for Lord Stra'coth and should he return he will return to his stewardship over the Guilds.

We wish our relationship to be as strong as it once was and as regards to this we will be willing to help you in whatever way the Guilds can.

As regards our embassy, I have been given the powers of Praetor and am able to stay here as our envoy for the foreseeable future. We wish to renew our claims to be your close friend.

As regards trade, you are more than welcome to re-institute the old trade routes and would welcome once again Dumpsterdamian goods flowing into our civilisation. We would also offer you a chance for your firms to set up in the Guilds, however we would remind you they must respect Guild Law and Order regulations. We wish to open up our market to an old ally as well as potentially recieving the mutual opening up of your market to our firms.

As regards the removal of NATO troops, we are more than willing to help in this matter and several Legions can be sent here to help re-establish control as well as the Guild bases.

As regards NATO's inherent Intelligence and Operative network again, the Knights Templar would be more than happy to help and work in conjunction with yoiur own services in hunting these down. We will allow you full access to our files on known NATO operatives and feel that many in the RWC will do the same.

Unfortunately, as you know we do not have a Navy ourselves thus are powerless to help you as regards the Royal Navy.

We would ask what your Lordship meant about the strengthening of Colonial Assets, we assume this means some form of Imperialism or perhaps only refers to defensive measures?

We have already been in conversation with your Government about the fate of the evacuees and as before we have stated we will help as many who wish to return to return as soon as possible. If you would give St. John Airlines permission we can start transfering them safely and in comfort back to yourselves.

As for the retrieval of Emperor Rift, we will be happy to work with you in conjunction to perform this feat should the AutoMagFreekian Empire refuse to hand over Emperor Rift. We would be able to put Templar Troops and St. Peter Elimination teams at your disposal to do this. Backing this up of course with significant Guild Military assets should the AutoMagFreekian Empire act overtly hostile towards said nations.

We would ask the nature of the threat of the Roman Republic before we commit to any action.

Lavina waited for the response...

OoC: Where just discussing #1 MG, just take it easy.

Unless you are seriously limited in your time online I'd ask you to please remove everything except the part about the embassies and alliances.

Niemann, who had just arrived to the conference room, said:"Rheinlandistan is very interested in diplomatic and trade relations with Dumpsterdam. We have recently found Uranium deposits in our country, and we would like to exchange Uranium with Dumpsterdam for oil and military equipment."

William was feeling tired. bloody jet lag. He'd prefer to be still in there romm with Cath, but still...

It was his turn to speak on there first issue, The reinstatement of embassies, diplomatic ties and possible alliances with our new allies as it rarther grandly said on the agenda, he stood and cleared his throat, "Thank you Erik, as I'm sure you know, Aust and Dumpsterdam have been allies for many a generation, and we provided refuge for the Dumpsterdam refugee's who fled the isles. We shall of course reinstant outr embassy in Dumpsterdam, and all here are invited to set up an embassy in Aust."

"We are gathered here to discuss many things, and there are many of us here, from those that we have been at war with," He looked servirly at the Hatrians, "Those we are brothers in arms with," At this he turned at looked at those of Dumpsterdam, "Those who we fight for freedom with," he looked at the delegate from the guilds "and those we have never had contact with." He looked at the men from Rheinlandistan "Yall here are equal for us, and for you, we should open up ties of brotherhodd, lay down old arms, and begin a new era of peace and prosperity, if these aims can only be achived through violent means then I am prepared to commit them."

"Thus, I ask all those here to enter into a bond of honour, honour to build a new and better world here, that can only be built in unison, you cannot truly build the Republic of Heaven by force of arms, but through peace and brotherhood, let us all establish ties and enter a golden age."

With that he sat down, knowing he'd made a fool of himslf, but it had to be said.

OoC: Where just discussing #1 MG, just take it easy.

Unless you are seriously limited in your time online I'd ask you to please remove everything except the part about the embassies and alliances.

OOC: Assume that was my answer to them all then, it's easier. I'll converse on that basis.

The Amrylin Seat sat there silently as she waited for the delegates to speak one by one, listening to each of them give their assurances of peace. She embraced the One Power and stood up to speak when it was her turn. "Years ago, during the turmoil years of the Endenian Civil War, it was only the nation of Dumpsterdam that came to the aid of the people of my nation, it was the Emperor Rift that bought justice to the murderers of the Endenian Royal Family and it was him who helped bring back order to the Civil War."

Using the One Power, she made her voice louder than it is, surprising many delegates around her. "It was the remnants of the Dumpsterdam Colonial Force that provided guardianship over Haven during the Dark Time of the Nuclear Accident of Endenia and it was Dumpsterdam that came to the aid of New Endenia when she needed it the most. I speak for the White Tower and the Hall Of Sitters, I declare that Dumpsterdam is to be New Endenia's allies again in the World Stage as I also declare that New Endenia is to be Dumpsterdam's allies, The White Tower will be most pleased to reestablish an embassy inside Dumpsterdam and we too extend an invitation for an embassy to be built in Haven itself."

"Also The Hall Of Sitters has voted to allow free trade and travel to begin between New Endenia and Dumpsterdam and hopes that Dumpsterdam returns the iniative. Let us work together for a new age of peace and unification." With that The Amrylin Seat sat down quietly and waited.

Official Concordiat Communique

We have finished loading those citizens who wish to return to Dumpsterdam onto our transports. All told 987,895 citizens have chosen to return, all who wished to remain have been granted Wirrawayan citizenship.

The transports should reach the Dumpsterdanian Isles in about 2 weeks time.

The Hatarian Envoy soon started to talk.

"The Reason Dumpsterdam put in something about Roman Republic is this. Roman Republic's actions in Nueve Italia and Acre Union showed that Roman Republic is trying to become a second AMF. He wants to overthrow all Governments and put up puppets loyal to his evil Empire...One that will Rule the World if we do not stop him."

"As for Dumpsterdam, we are sending $12,000,000,000 to Help Dumpsterdam rebuild it's economy and 567,000 Troops to Help drive The NATO Forces off Dumpsterdamian Territory."

OOC: Bump for more responses

Thanks for the bump TMG, I'm at school currently so I can't write up any big posts.

Conference points:

- The reinstatement of embassies, diplomatic ties and possible alliances with our new allies

- The setting up of new trade routes and to renew the old ones, as always Dumpsterdam is willing to share its vast amounts of oil with its allies for other products and raw materials

- The removal of NATO troops from the Isles

- The termination of NATO operatives and intelligence networks

- The upgrading of the Royal Navy(Praetorian issue)

- The strengthening of Dumpsterdanian Colonial Assets

- The retrieval of Dumpsterdanian evacuees

- Retrieval of Emperor Rift from AMF

- Eliminating the threat that is the Roman Republic"
1) We agree to an embassy exchange again.

2) We don't have many natural resources excepting timber.

9) We agree that he is getting a bit above himself. We will support this.

The rest we have no interest in. Now, what else are we here for?

"An embassy exchange and formal signing of alliance would be acceptable, although we do not wish to be put in a position where we must choose between supporting Dumpsterdam and supporting long standing allies who are still in NATO. In such an event we would remain neutral.

"We are also interested in purchasing oil, and in exchange we can give you gold, steel or titanium. We produce other products, but they are scarcer... perhaps you would be more interested in consumer goods instead. It is up to you.

"On the Roman Republic issue you have our moral and limited military support, but until Praetonian operations in the Roach-Busters theatre have ended we are unable to provide much in the way of actual military support. We will, of course, seek to facilitate your possible orders of IPS products.

More generally, on behalf of my government and the people of my nation, I wish to congratulate you on your regaining national sovereignty, and I wish you the greatest success in all future endevours staying away from NATO."

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Imperator Sarius Publius I of Praetonia

Councillor Solar rose as the Praetonian Imperator sat down, his massive gauntlets sweeping through his wolf fur cloak as to allow it to flow freely down the back of his blue armour.

The Empire thanks all of you, even though we have only just begun we have made several important steps on the road, where this road may lead us is yet unknown..

On basis of these first subjects I am pleased to report that all offers have been accepted and that we will, if requested return the favours to the nations that have given the same to us. The Empire is very interested in consumer and luxury goods and will trade its oil and vast amounts of ores to any nation that can supply us with these, this goes to all that are willing to trade with us.

However, several points rise to mind which I will address, I ask all present to refrain from talking about the Roman Republic issue until everything else has been taken care off.

Erik looked across the table where prince William and Tianyu Ryu where seated next to each other for obvious reasons.
We wish to thank the Hatarian Empire for its help, but such a sizeable deployment of troops will not be needed. Rather, intelligence about the enemy and small detachments of elite units would be much more effecient. That and we don't want to scare the hell out of our civilian population...again.

The next target was the Praetorian Imperator, seated two seats to Erik's left on the round conference table.
As you already know Imperator, the Empire does attempt not to make its problems that of its allies, only when attacked and in dire need of help will the Empire ask for it.

However, we wish to discuss the order that has been delivered to the IPS by one of my couriers, will we need to buy each ship from you or will we be able to procure the production rights so that we may boost our fragile economy?

As last Erik turned to a woman sitting near the far left of the "head" of the table and his voice boomed over the delegates.
Miss Varis Lodd, may I remind you of your manners? You represent the nation of Sanctaphrax and Emperor Rift has shown his support for you more then once, never turning its back up Sanctaphrax even in its darkest hour.

You, nay no-one will write off my brother to the psychopathic ruler of Automagfreek, Rayne. Let this be a statement to the world and more importantly to Rayne, if my brother is not delivered into Dumpsterdanian custody alive and well I will have no other choice then to initiate a full scale invasion. We will see how the Freeks handle themselves during a civil war.

Angelica looked shocked at Erik's outburst and quickly stood up, pressing on to the third and fourth points of the agenda.

"Ladies, gentlemen, no bickering please!" She tried to sound as convincing as possible. "Let us move on, we need to root out the NATO intelligence networks and make sure we remove the last NATO forces from the bastion of Tempe as quickly and quietly as possible."

OoC: Yes I know, the names Solar and Rift don't add up, however as in my factbook(which will post some time later) I'll explain it, basicly they both have alot of DNA and such in common.

"We generally prefer to keep contracts inside Praetonia and Her colonies aboard, but in this case we would be willing to negotiate. So long as some of the order can be completed in Praetonia we would be more than willing to let you complete the rest of the order in Dumpsterdam under license."

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Imperator Sarius Publius I of Praetonia

Angelica answered, as long as she was standing she could just as wel answer.
I propose all major surface combatants, battleships and carriers would be built in Praetonia. These require the most of the work and Dumpsterdam has little experience with them, however we are quite adapt at building the smaller vessles such as destoyers, frigates and cruisers.

Would this be statisfactory?

"Most satisfactory, most satisfactory indeed."

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Imperator Sarius Publius I of Praetonia

Tianyu Ryu looked around for a bit and then said "We are sending 23 ships full of Food for The Returning Dumpsterdamians and 34 ships full of other things needed for The people of Dumpsterdam. We are Giveing $500,000,000 to Dumpsterdam to help in The rebuilding, along with the $12,000,000,000 we are giveing Them." She knew how to help the poor and needy, and this was the time to show the world that Hataria wasn't always War-like.

As last Erik turned to a woman sitting near the far left of the "head" of the table and his voice boomed over the delegates.
[i]Miss Varis Lodd, may I remind you of your manners? You represent the nation of Sanctaphrax and Emperor Rift has shown his support for you more then once, never turning its back up Sanctaphrax even in its darkest hour.
Varis stood up. "This trip was our top priority, so I was sent here. However since I arrived a war has broken out between Sanctaphrax and a nazi nation, so I am required back home as soon as possible. Hence the abruptness. I apologise, I merely meant to enquire as to whether there were any more points concerning Sanctaphrax?

"Farmina can offer little aid, hunting out remaining NATO agents," said Justinian, "We could lone you a few HFIIS agents, but that would account for little. I suggest mass interrogation of the Dumpsterdam public.”

IC:

Lavina just sat their grinning at the other Ambassadors, she had after all said her piece. She knew that in the aftermath of the Union war the two Powers had come out trusting each other a lot more than they had gone into it...

The Amrylin Seat sat at her seat silently, listening to the ambassadors talk. She had spoken what was needed to be said until they touched on the points of NATO intelligence networks. "The White Tower would be more than happy to lend Dumpsterdam the services of the Oni Gang Spy Network to rot out all remaining NATO agents inside your nation as well as helping report on any remaining NATO troops inside your nation. The Entire Network is at your disposal, all you need is to ask."

OOC: I wish to remind all that I re-started my history.
IC:

The representative rose and began to adress the room, "Yes, on the issue of diplomatic relations between Dumpsterdam and the Empire there is no thought of breaking ties or loosing ties, but only ideas of strengthening the bond. Although we only established said relations, perhaps five or six years ago, I feel that there is much of a future laid out on the palms of our hands to create a substantial and powerful allegiance between your country and ours."

Angelica looked to the Endenian's and then to the Guilders. "We will accept the help of the Oni Gang but we must deny that of the Guilders in regards with their Knights Templar, although we are very sure that they are compitent in their fields of work we cannot allow religious zealots to run loose."

As Angelica sat down Erica stood up, the rebuilding effort was her job.
"I think the Hatarians for their help, we could do with large amounts of building materials for our new housing projects in Gierling."

Solar interrupted her. Miss Lodd, your war with that pathetic nazi country was already brough to my attention and because it seems to be hindering your presence here. The councillor pressed on the intercom switch and then on the speaker mode on the command module infront of him.

"Dumpsterdanian Missile Command."

DMC, this is Councillor Solar, lay waste to target nation number 98, blow it away.

"Yes sir, at once sir."

"Is it standard practice to obliterate nations in the middle of a conference?" asked Justinian, mildly amused.

"Is it standard practice to obliterate nations in the middle of a conference?" asked Justinian, mildly amused.

Solar smiled. Yes, yes it is. That and I'm not even done yet...

"May we watch such entertainment on a large TV. I would enjoy observing our allies military might in action," said Justinian.

Solar activated the large holo map and notified DMC who told him that everything was clear and that he could launch the ortillery.

Now gentlemen... He pressed the button and a huge explosion followed, directly behind them in Tallarn Naval Station.
Solar turned around, the upper part of a mushroom cloud could be seen in the distance.
What the fuck?! Get me the DMC on the line!

The DMC operator on the other line was obviously nervous.
"I'm sorry sir, the Silverians re-routed the network and we've detonated the N2 mine near Tallarn Naval Station."

Solar was furious. You blundering idiot! The last thing I want to see when I'm in a high priority meeting with our allies is a freaking anti-matter weapon going off. Am I making myself perfectly clear operator?

"Yes...ye--yes..sir."

Solar then turned back to his delegates. If everyone would please remain seated, there should be no problem with fall-out but consider this our demonstration of our new weapon.

The holo map now switched and showed the area where the mine had detonated, leaving a hole 3 miles deep in a perfect round form where everything had been desintegrated.

"Quite a display," sternly noted the Grand Chancellor, "Even if it wasn't meant to be. Are there any other suprises in store? Perhaps bombs shall fall from the sky why we talk?"

"Watch your tounge, Peter," hissed Justinian, before turning to Solar, "But Councillor let me assure you, although the accident was mildly amusing, I can't say I'm very impressed with Dumpsterdamian military prowess at this point in time."

The Amrylin Seat smirked at the display of the N2 bomb. "I see they increased its yield, most impressive." The other two Aes Sedai nodded her head in agreement. She shook her head, "This will be interesting. Do you require aid councillor? After all it was New Endenia who developed the bomb for you."

Lavina sat there looking bemused with a small smile painted on her dark red lips.

Something wrong, Lord Solar?

She grinned at him...