NationStates Jolt Archive

Prime Minister Woermann looked up at the ceiling above his head. For the hundreth time in a few weeks, he took a mental note to have it covered with a new coat of paint as soon as possible. He wasn't too worried about that, being a military man used to being out in the open, but he understood that appearances was now something of importance, taking his new office in consideration.
Having the time to actually have that done, was something else.

He looked at the smoke coming out of his cigarrette's glowing tip as it flowed upwards, and then thrown about by the air flowing out of the ventilation vents, that pretty much dissipated any traces of the blue-ish smoke.
He looked at the man in front of him, across the wooden, antique desk that had belonged to his predecessor. The old man looked frail and vulnerable as the fountain pen his right hand clutched kept scribbling on the sheet of paper in front of him. All while in his pajamas. He'd been taken from his home about half an hour ago, and it'd been a long while since midnight by then. Watching him made Minister Woermann feel bad about the old man, who had been head of the Foreign Affairs Ministry for almost thirty years and had now become persona non grata as far as the new government was concerned.

If only His Majesty had listened to reasons before trying to re-shape our government as a republic, none of this would've happened.
Woermann thought as he turned around to look outta the window and into the city at night in front of him.
From where he sat, he could see several military vehicles, all patrolling different sectors of the capital city, Sarador. Martial law kept non-military personnel from being outside their homes past 2200, but there was no reason to keep that up for much time longer. After all, most of the people in the kingdom had agreed to the change of government, and the few that had tried to resist, had been taken care of by the Royal Army.

Fear of invasion had been the strongest reason behind the army's full alert status. And with the switch of governments, all the border guards had been fitted with the very best equipment available.
But, even if there had been almost no problems with the change of governments, the aftershocks of some of them had kept Woermann from leaving his office in a couple of weeks now.

"So, Mr. Niels. Are you done?" Woermann said without looking at the man.

"...yes, mister Prime Minister" said Mr. Niels as he put the fountain pen's cap back on. "But, are you sure this couldn't have been done in the morning instead of tonight?"

Woermann turned around to look at him, trying hard to look neutral.

"I'm afraid not, Mr. Niels. And, as much as I regret doing this, there is something I must tell you."

Woermann pulled a sheet of paper from one of the drawers of his desk, and placed it in front of Mr. Niels, but not before he took the papers the latter had signed.
"The King has banished you from the kingdom. You will leave on a Royal Air Force plane in thirty minutes for the neighboring country of your choice, and won't ever be allowed to come back."

Minister Woermann looked away from Mr. Niles as he looked at the expression on his face. The man seemed to be completely shocked by the announcement.
"However, his majesty has made arrangements for you to receive a life-long pension that will allow you to live without worries for the rest of your life. Your assets in this country will be sold, and the money obtained from the sales will be forwarded to you."

Woermann pressed a button on the telephone next to him and spoke up.

"Major, come here."

Six, maybe seven seconds after the Minister's request, the mayor that served Woermann as an assistant, came into the room.
"Major, have Captain Ellis take Mr. Niels here to Sarador airport. His plane is scheduled to leave at 0335. See to it that the plane leaves on time." He handed some documents to the Major, including the ones Niels had signed. "Dispatch the red folder to the palace in the morning, and send this through all the communicators. It's time the world knows that our new government is like."

All throughout his recitation, Woermann avoided eye-contact with Niels. He understood the reasons behind his exile, but that didn't make it any easier.

"Yes sir."

Both the Mayor and Mr. Niels left the room, leaving Minister Woermann to himself.

Five minutes later, the following message was sent to all the diplomatic contacts the Kingdom had.


TO: ALL OUR FRIEND AND ALLIED STATES
FROM: F. WOERMANN, NEWLY-APPOINTED PRIME MINISTER OF THE KINGDOM OF DRAGONSLAYERAZ.
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IT IS WITH REGRET THAT WE INFORM YOU THAT LORD AL-PHARAZON, FORMER KING OF OUR COUNTRY, IS NO LONGER AT RULE. HE HAS BEEN SUBSTITUTED BY LORD AZRAEL THE FIFTEENTH, ONLY SON OF OUR FORMER RULER.
IT IS OUR INTENTION TO LET YOU KNOW THAT HIS MAJESTY WILL HONOR ALL TREATIES AND AGREEMENTS THIS COUNTRY HAS SIGNED SO FAR, AND IS INTENT ON OPENING OUR MARKET TO A MORE GLOBALIZED ECONOMY. WE ARE ALSO CONSIDERING THE POSSIBILITY OF BEGINNING TO COMMERCE ENRICHED URANIUM FOR BOTH CIVIL AND MILITARY PURPOSES, DEPENDING ON DEMAND. IF INTERESTED, PLEASE CONTACT OUR MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS, OR OUR MINISTRY OF COMMERCE.

F. WOERMANN
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**END OF MESSAGE**

OOC: mind if I join in? I understand by this that the previous king, Al-Pharazon, was something of a reformer and pro-republic?

Fia Hin, minister of foreign affairs, sighed. The small elven woman had grown used to disappointments in her long service, but this latest briefing she'd received was still a sharp one. Mahria's government was very much in favour of the overthrow of kings, but Al-Pharazon had been an exception. Mahrian leaders had hoped to move in and "support" the fledgling democracy to expand their influence.

She put in calls to Intelligence and Defence, asking for representatives on DragonSlayerAz. The secretary on the other line heard her tone, "Gone badly?"

"Aye. No need to hide it-they put out a bloody press release about their coup d'état. We'll have to see what we can do."

The People's Republic extends our warmest greetings to Lord Azrael XV. We hope his reign will be a long and prosperous one. We are particularly interested in his plans to enter the global economy. We would like to send a delegation to discuss the possibilities of liberalising trade between our two nations, as well as any other matters of mutual interest to our respective populations.

OOC: Sure! After all, I wouldn't have made this a public thread if I didn't want people to join in. ^^
And, yes, you are correct.

BIC:
Using his left hand's index and thumb, Minister Woermann rubbed his eyelids as he went through the responses the message that'd been sent from his office had gathered so far. While the responses weren't as many as he'd hoped for, there were some that showed promise. King Azrael would be pleased when he received them later in the morning.

The newly formed intelligence agency, STASEC, had worked with great efficiency for an organization that only had a couple months functioning. They'd done a great job of compiling the arcane files the old government kept on the countries that had replied to their message, and doing an analysis on them while at it. And all within an hour from the moment they were received. Woermann took a mental note to give Colonel Stavros and his people a pat on the back before the end of the week.

Using the office's intercom, he asked for the Major to come into the room.

"Major" Woermann pushed a manila folder towards the man. "Take that to the comm room and make sure its sent. And, please, get me another cup of coffee."

"Yes sir. I'll bring it soon after I drop off these documents."

Not a long time afterwards, a message for Shildonia was underway.

TO: SHILDONIA. MINISTRY OF FOREIGN AFFAIRS/FOREIGN AFFAIRS MINISTER/WHO THIS MAY CONCERN.
FROM: F. WOERMANN, PRIME MINISTER OF THE KINGDOM OF DRAGONSLAYERAZ
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WE WOULD BE HONORED TO RECEIVE A DELEGATION FROM YOUR COUNTRY, SO WE CAN TALK ABOUT THE POSSIBILITY OF CREATING A TRADE AGREEMENT BETWEEN BOTH OUR COUNTRIES SO WE CAN BOTH PROFIT FROM MUTUAL COMMERCE, AS WELL AS OTHER TOPICS. PLEASE GET IN CONTACT WITH US SO WE CAN SCHEDULE SAID VISIT.

REGARDS, F. WOERMANN.
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**END OF MESSAGE**

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If you sign an exclusive contract with me, I can help develop your nation into a powerhouse state. I can give you Thermal Deploymerization Plants that make oil out of any carbon based substance (Real Life MT). We can provide tanks, aircraft, ships, guns! Just sign a deal with us and we'll provide what you need.

We have never met in person, and I highly doubt we ever will. However, I do not have many allies with a government such as yours, so I will extend my hand of friendship to you. If you accept our alliance, we will aid you in your endeavours, proposing that it does not conflict with ours. Please tell us whether you will agree to this alliance or not.
-Arcarum Dreskisk, Lord of the Province of Haasdra

It would seem that DragonSlayerAz is a bit ahead of the curve in their ideas on government. Otares too has flirted with the idea of democracy but is currently still a monarchy. We would be very interested in learning more about the process that occurred in your country and the circumstances leading up to what necessitated your actions Prime Minister.

Please do not infer by this we have any desire to place judgment on you, this is not the case in the least. We simply have a vested interest in the current issues facing other small monarchies such as ourselves.

We also need to develop trading relations with our peers. We are currently courting several larger countries to assist in developing our economy but to be honest we are more inclined to deal with nations who don’t have the ability to roll over us, an intimidation I’m sure you’ve felt an inkling of as you step out into the global marketplace.

To that end I would like to send two crown officials, three nobles, and a five man squad of security to begin the preliminary work required to have an embassy built in your nation. This delegation would also open up negotiations and see what exactly our countries can offer each other.

The offer is of course reciprocal and we are more than willing to entertain a delegation to our capital.

Sincerely;

The Holy Crown Prince of Otares, The Supreme Commander of the Crown’s Forces, High bishop in our lord’s house, Duke of Cali, Duke of Penson, and twice blessed man Alark the third.

OOC: I'll answer to all the new replies within the next 12-14 hours. In the meantime, here's a bump so this thread doesn't get kicked out of the server.