NationStates Jolt Archive

Formal Telegram from Artisagrad, Artitsa;

To the exalted King of Feline Catfish,

The nation of Artitsa, the ones who supplied you with your nuclear weapons of defence, requests a formal meeting between your majesty and the President of Artitsa, Dmitri Milosvaji.

Please keep in mind when forming your decision that we supplied you with much of your nuclear armament, and have stepped up in your countries defence. Should you decline our request for a meeting, Artitsa may be forced to pull all support. We do not wish to take such a wild course of action, but it would be needed.

ooc: Only tags, no posts except FC.

"You may fly to Cattia for a meeting. Your place will not be shot down, and I shall meet you in person."

King George III
Populist Monacrh of Feline Catfish

The large private jet zipped through the clouds, its precious cargo protected by a flight of Su-52 fighters. Dmitri stared out the window at the magnificant aircraft, and below at the approaching Feline coastline. For the first time in a long while, the President of Artitsa was nervous. His breath frosted the window and obscured his view.

This would be his first trip outside of Artitsa since the incident in Pacitalia. Dmitri had stayed in that hospital for months as the poison worked through his system... only the expert medical experts at the hospital had saved his life. Yes, he would be more cautious this time.

The seltbelt sign dinged on... approach in two minutes.

900 Miles Above Feline Soil
BDSS INSPYRYN-I183181CZ1

A few short clicks reported the snapping of several high-resoultion photos of the aircraft and Cattia. In an instant, they were transmitted to BIA headquarters in Sherra, via several different nations' communications sattelites.

900 Miles Above Feline Soil
BDSS INSPYRYN-I183181CZ1

A few short clicks reported the snapping of several high-resoultion photos of the aircraft and Cattia. In an instant, they were transmitted to BIA headquarters in Sherra, via several different nations' communications sattelites.

[OOC: *Cough*


ooc: Only tags, no posts except FC.


Consider this a TAG as well.]

"Welcome to Feline Catfish. You are cleared for landing at Cattia International Airport."

The plane touched down with a jolt, and a few minutes later was taxiing toa nearby terminal. Dmitri would then be taken to the conference location, so the talks could begin immediatly.

ooc: Sorry for the shitty post, but I wanna get this started.

And he was. THe talks began immediately (ooc: me too).

"So, President Dimiri, what is it that you came here to discuss?"

Dmitri struggled for the right words to bring to the table... "We have an issue with your maritime claims... and It goes a little deeper than just us. And we also have a deal for you."

Dmitri paused, then continued. "We would fully protect you, sell you discounted weapons to defend yourself, and economic aide, but in return... we ask you reduce your Maritime claim, but extend your exclusive economic zone. What do you really stand to lose from such a reduction? We offer you a complete alliance should you accept such a deal."

"We stand to lose any ability to defend ourselves. We know that you could probably defend us better than we could defend ourselves, but you misunderstand us - we shall not accept being a vassal nation simply because we have a smaller population than you. We are a proud people, not children merely because we have less people. We find the patronising attitude of the international community most bizzare and irritating, and we shall trust none other than ourselves with the defence of our own borders."

"But how can you even trust yourselves when you bring war to your doorstep with these rediculous maritime claims? Do you not see that you don't even have enough nuclear weapons to destroy all your enemies?

If you do not remove this claim, I am not sure if we can continue to support you. So please, reconsider. Its not a matter of becoming our vassal, its a matter of your nation continuing to survive."