Smithsillian
15-09-2005, 16:11
Imperial Manor; Mistone, Smithsillian
Most Supreme Emperor Sallison sat quietly in his office. His eyes filled with rage after the WWA dismissal of his claims that Jarridia was, indeed, a very cruel and devious member. His heart pounded in his chest, he slammed is fists against his desk in a fit of rage to the unjustice done, and allowed by the WWA, by Jarridia.
He had swore on his cousin's deathbed, that he would never allow the treacherous Jarridians to cause harm to the Smithso people every again, and he knew that he had failed. Sallison understood that nothing could be done, except fully walking out of the WWA.
Every nation except for Brindisi had let him down. There was no point in staying in an alliance that followed Jarridia so blindly. How could no one see the injustices that Jarridia had done to them all? It had to stop, whether Utcheer or Lord-General Drache tried to stop him. Smithillian could no longer be part of the Westwood Alliance.
As Maginis finished his thoughts he called in his secretary into the office.
"I want Marcus Dishoft on the line immediately!," commanded Sallison in deep, angry tone.
"Sir, I believe he is currently in session in Westwood. We aren't allowed to interrup...."
Sallison interjected angrily, "I don't care! I ordered you to get him on the line. Do what you must. This is of dire importance that I speak with him, especially if he is in session."
The woman bowed and quickly walked out of the office. Marcus Dishoft was of course the Smithsillian Representative to the WWA. Maginis Sallison would command him to walk out of the WWA immediately.
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WWA Headquarters; Congressional Chambers; Westwood, Jarridia
As the arguements raged on about the idea of building a space program for the WWA, Mr. Dishoft's cell phone began to ring. He looked at the screen, seeing that is was from the head office, and answered it promptly.
"Didn't you tell him I was in a meeting?" he said first off in a aggitated tone.
"Yes, but he said it was urgent." the woman's voice answered.
"Fine, put him on." responded Mr. Dishoft.
A few minutes passed and a displeased voice came on the line.
"Mr. Dishoft I presume?" asked Sallison.
"Yes sir Emperor Sallison, at your service." responded Dishoft, suddenly becoming calm as he knew something was amiss.
"Good afternoon, I understand that you are currently in a WWA meeting, no?" questioned Sallison.
"Yes sir, I am." responsed Dishoft, trying to be kind after the interruption. By this time all the other delegates were staring at him angrily.
Sallison proceeded to tell him that he wanted Smithsillian out of the WWA no matter what the costs. Mr. Dishoft tried to interject, but it was no use. Sallison was either going to do it peacefully through the representative, or would militarily leave the WWA.
"Sir, I understand, but...." Dishoft was interrupted again, "....of course. Your wish would be fulfilled. At once." The phone hung up and he looked around the room at angry delegates.
He stood up and gathered his things out of the desk and then grabbed his briefcase.
Marissa Stassin, the Jarridian Representative, who sat next to him looked at him shocked and said, "Where are you going?"
He didn't say a word to her, then suddenly the WWA President, Seth Philips bellowed from the head of the room. "Do we have a problem Representative Dishoft?" Seth asked questioningly.
"No sir. However, I have word from Smithsillian that I am to inform you of a dire emergency." replied Dishoft.
"Well, you will have to wait your turn. Prior to your phone interruprtion, we were getting business done. So sit down and wait your turn." snarled Philips as he turned back to the Brindisi rep standing at the podium.
Mr. Dishoft looked around the room a bit, rage filling is body at being disrespected in such a way, then he suddenly lashed out, "Fuck you Seth! Fuck the WWA! You're all a bunch of greedy, pretentious bastards that couldn't maked a god damned decision if it bit you in the ass. You all seem to think you're all high and mighty because you're in the fucking WWA, but I have news for you. You're all nothing but bullshit. I'm out of here. From this moment forward, Smithsillian is no longer a member of the Westwood Alliance. You can all go screw yourselves."
A gasp fell over the room. Mr. Dishoft grap his stuff and walked quickly up the stairs to the exit. He could hear Seth responding, but paid no attention until the WWA Guards ceased him at the exit. They drug him to the prison, for disrupting Alliance Preceedings; however, Smithsillian was finally free of this horrible excuse for an alliance.
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OOC: All other representatives usages were cleared by those nations previous to this post. I don't want to see anyone saying "God Mod." Also, you may look at my nation and thing that I haven't really been there that long. Quite the contrary. I was actually a founding member named Smithsilian but I forgot the pass and it died, so I recently created Smithsillian. Just to clear that up.
Most Supreme Emperor Sallison sat quietly in his office. His eyes filled with rage after the WWA dismissal of his claims that Jarridia was, indeed, a very cruel and devious member. His heart pounded in his chest, he slammed is fists against his desk in a fit of rage to the unjustice done, and allowed by the WWA, by Jarridia.
He had swore on his cousin's deathbed, that he would never allow the treacherous Jarridians to cause harm to the Smithso people every again, and he knew that he had failed. Sallison understood that nothing could be done, except fully walking out of the WWA.
Every nation except for Brindisi had let him down. There was no point in staying in an alliance that followed Jarridia so blindly. How could no one see the injustices that Jarridia had done to them all? It had to stop, whether Utcheer or Lord-General Drache tried to stop him. Smithillian could no longer be part of the Westwood Alliance.
As Maginis finished his thoughts he called in his secretary into the office.
"I want Marcus Dishoft on the line immediately!," commanded Sallison in deep, angry tone.
"Sir, I believe he is currently in session in Westwood. We aren't allowed to interrup...."
Sallison interjected angrily, "I don't care! I ordered you to get him on the line. Do what you must. This is of dire importance that I speak with him, especially if he is in session."
The woman bowed and quickly walked out of the office. Marcus Dishoft was of course the Smithsillian Representative to the WWA. Maginis Sallison would command him to walk out of the WWA immediately.
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WWA Headquarters; Congressional Chambers; Westwood, Jarridia
As the arguements raged on about the idea of building a space program for the WWA, Mr. Dishoft's cell phone began to ring. He looked at the screen, seeing that is was from the head office, and answered it promptly.
"Didn't you tell him I was in a meeting?" he said first off in a aggitated tone.
"Yes, but he said it was urgent." the woman's voice answered.
"Fine, put him on." responded Mr. Dishoft.
A few minutes passed and a displeased voice came on the line.
"Mr. Dishoft I presume?" asked Sallison.
"Yes sir Emperor Sallison, at your service." responded Dishoft, suddenly becoming calm as he knew something was amiss.
"Good afternoon, I understand that you are currently in a WWA meeting, no?" questioned Sallison.
"Yes sir, I am." responsed Dishoft, trying to be kind after the interruption. By this time all the other delegates were staring at him angrily.
Sallison proceeded to tell him that he wanted Smithsillian out of the WWA no matter what the costs. Mr. Dishoft tried to interject, but it was no use. Sallison was either going to do it peacefully through the representative, or would militarily leave the WWA.
"Sir, I understand, but...." Dishoft was interrupted again, "....of course. Your wish would be fulfilled. At once." The phone hung up and he looked around the room at angry delegates.
He stood up and gathered his things out of the desk and then grabbed his briefcase.
Marissa Stassin, the Jarridian Representative, who sat next to him looked at him shocked and said, "Where are you going?"
He didn't say a word to her, then suddenly the WWA President, Seth Philips bellowed from the head of the room. "Do we have a problem Representative Dishoft?" Seth asked questioningly.
"No sir. However, I have word from Smithsillian that I am to inform you of a dire emergency." replied Dishoft.
"Well, you will have to wait your turn. Prior to your phone interruprtion, we were getting business done. So sit down and wait your turn." snarled Philips as he turned back to the Brindisi rep standing at the podium.
Mr. Dishoft looked around the room a bit, rage filling is body at being disrespected in such a way, then he suddenly lashed out, "Fuck you Seth! Fuck the WWA! You're all a bunch of greedy, pretentious bastards that couldn't maked a god damned decision if it bit you in the ass. You all seem to think you're all high and mighty because you're in the fucking WWA, but I have news for you. You're all nothing but bullshit. I'm out of here. From this moment forward, Smithsillian is no longer a member of the Westwood Alliance. You can all go screw yourselves."
A gasp fell over the room. Mr. Dishoft grap his stuff and walked quickly up the stairs to the exit. He could hear Seth responding, but paid no attention until the WWA Guards ceased him at the exit. They drug him to the prison, for disrupting Alliance Preceedings; however, Smithsillian was finally free of this horrible excuse for an alliance.
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OOC: All other representatives usages were cleared by those nations previous to this post. I don't want to see anyone saying "God Mod." Also, you may look at my nation and thing that I haven't really been there that long. Quite the contrary. I was actually a founding member named Smithsilian but I forgot the pass and it died, so I recently created Smithsillian. Just to clear that up.