NationStates Jolt Archive

Madonna stood in front of the mirror in her new designer living room. She had moved from her house in the suburban area to the palace upper rooms. She looked at some papers while brushing her hair when her man Frank walked him. "Hello honey, nervous?" he asked, while taking a muffin from the kitchen table. "Quite, I'm meeting foreign delegates for the first time!" He grinned and walked outside. The relation between Madonna and her husband had been tensed for years now, he still didn't know she had been the dictator's girlfriend for months and now he was even more annoyed by the top secret information she carried with her every minute, and he didn't have a single clue what. That, and the fact that she being president would postpone getting children for years. She sighed and climbed down the stairs, to her office.

She checked everything from top to bottom and made a few marks on the Petro Paulo map hanging on the wall. She ringed a servant and asked for a map of Badenia to be brought in. She would need it.

Suddently, the phone rang. She picked up, "Hello?" She immidiately heard the voice of her private driver, Emmanuel. "Yes, Senorita Criconne?" She nodded, but ofcourse he couldn't hear that, but he went on anyway. "Their flight has had a delay of 15 minutes. I'm picking them up now."





OOC: Your turn, Yallak.

Baelin sat in the cockpit of his private plane watching as the pilot guided the craft down threw the clouds. The wall of white broke apart and was quickly replaced with open runs of land.

“We are almost there, Sir. ETA 5 minutes.”

Baelin nodded in acknowledgement. Outside the aircraft, the two escort fighters broke off and began their return journey home, as he picked up the crafts radio and began broadcasting down to Petro Paulo.

“This is Lord Baelin, representative of the Empire of Yallak, requesting permission to land.”

His voice sounded distracted. The Empire was at war, his troops would soon be mobilising but he would not be their to lead them. Motionless, he gazed out the window as the plane continued to descend, waiting further instructions.

Emmanuel had finally got the green light light to drive his limo up the landing strip and he conveniently drove his car between two airplanes, up the strip.
Time to inform the President, he thought and he pushed a button between his and the passenger's seat.

"Roma Intl. Aiport Control Tower speaking, you the approval to land on Deck 7, I repeat, Deck 7"

Minutes later the plane sat down on Deck Seven. The black and white side of the craft opening up as exit stairs were extended. Lord Baelin walked down onto the runway below, followed quickly by two Imperial Guards.

He quietly pulled out his communicator and contacted Yallak.

“Lord Balor, I have arrived. I will let you know what happens as soon as possible.”

If anything went wrong from here, the Empire would know it was not a plane crash while en route.

He sent one of his guards to let inform their hosts that they had arrived and were ready to begin talks.

Emmanuel got out of his car and walked in the direction of the delegation. He complimented Lord Balor over his choice of airplane and told him to get inside the vehicle. Once driving, he started speaking. "May I thank you for your arrival, Lord Balor. Yes, I know your name. Petro Paulian intelligence isn't really from the stone age." He chuckled over his own joke,"May I offer you some drinks and nourishment from the fridge? I must say, this will be a long ride. The direct route to Sueño, under water, has been closed for maintenance and now we will be sitting in this car for 10 hours. Not to worry, I slept 20 hours just for this. I'm as awake as a puppy." He pressed some buttons and drove up the speed. "If you have any questions, feel free to ask..."

OOC: The deleagates name is Lord Baelin. Balor is the Emperor of my nation and is still in Yallak. Perhaps your intelligence is slightly off?
Sorry for short reply but it really late and i dont have much time.

IC: “A drink would be good, thank you”, said Baelin, “but did you say under water? Where exactly is Sueño?”

OOC: Hihi, you got me!

IC: "Sueño is a city on an island in the center of the nation. We tried to build bridges, but then the Major stopped all construction and tried to construct a road under the sea. But now we have to take a longer route, one that isn't even on Petro Paulo's official map. It's a direct land route to the island, only used by military and such. It's heavily gaurded," he looked at the 2 Imperial Gaurds,"Better take those off, they won't search us since we're from the government, but if they see them you'll have to give them to the gate gaurds."

“Interesting. Such things could be remedied with the help of the Empire.”

Baelin nodded to his guards, and they put their assault rifles aside and hid their side arms.

“Why so heavily guarded? Is not the threat your country faced now over?

"Oh no, not by a bit. In our continent, wich is called Badenia, are still several states who are warlike to conquer the Republic of Petro Paulo. Should any civillian cross this route the news would spread rapid throughout the nation, and the spies of other nations. Therefore it is kept secret, and any civillian trying to reach the island should go by boat. Wich is not very commodious, beliefe me!"

"What started these hostilities and how long have they been going for?"

Emmanuel took a turn to the right and ignored a "stop"-bord, he was greeted with heated reactions and, ofcourse, reacted the same way. "Everything was ok, untill Major got to power 70 years ago. He closed the borders, cancelled trade agreements and left the UB, United Badenians, using rude phrases about our neighbors. He even got into a war with Merensia, and so the last generation of Badenians have grown up being teached that Petro Paulo is a nasty, bad, violent nation. It's a sad story, and I doubt if the new President will be able to restore that confidence between us and the rest of the continent. There is one way though, and I think that's why she invited you....."

Baelin straightened up in his seat. He was clearly intrigued by Emmanuel’s statement.

"I'm listening", he said, "what do you think your president has planned?"

Emmanuel chuckled, " I'm not sure I'm in the right position to tell you things like that, after all, I might be wrong and you may go into the President's desk with a head full of my overaged stories?"

"Fair enough", said Baelin, "How long then until I will get to meet the president?"

As he spoke, his mood picked up from its previous down - this might prove more interesting than simple diplomatic talks after all.

Emmanuel checked his digital watch on the dashboard of his car, "7 hours to ride, Mister. Shall I put on some music? Any type you prefer, you tell me...."

"Any is fine. Haven't had the chance to listen to music for quite some time now. Not since the war in Xirnium broke out."

Baelin settled back into his chair, preparing for the long drive still remaining.

"So", he said, "tell me about your new president. How did she come to power after Major?"

Emmanuel put on the car radio and made sure it was on "Studio Sueño", he had to show his ID for the first time at the gate, the short halt was interrupted by a fireshot. The gaurd quickly ran away and Emmanuel proceeded the ride. "Nothing to worry about, just a single Major supporter getting nervous again. It seems he had a wide group of militias stationed in Netrland, not even a part of our Republic! They try to cross the border from time to time, and when they do they cause turmoil everywhere they come." He stopped talking and seemed to think about what to answer, "She was active in the rebel movement for a long time, mostly by handing out food to the poor, sometimes even teaching kids in basements. But then she went undercover, she doesn't like to talk about it. It seems she had to go all the way...The least we could do is thank her for this effort and reward her with the chance to rebuild the Republic for atleast 4 years..."

Still focusing his thoughts on the incident at the gate, Baelins comments seemed half as much to himself as to Emmanuel.

“Should just flush them all out, remove the problem for good”

He brought his attention back as Emmanuel began to answer his previous question.

“It’s understandable I guess. Most people who perform undercover operations rarely talk about them. Anyway, how is the rebuilding going? Got a proper constitution set up yet?

"Yes, the President will be publishing a democratic method soon. She has already appointed 2 ministers, Defence and Economy and she is trying to make sure all borders are kept closed, for security reasons. She also had a list ready with cheap corporations, to build railroads and other infrastructure. It's going well..."

"Yes, the President will be publishing a democratic method soon. She has already appointed 2 ministers, Defence and Economy and she is trying to make sure all borders are kept closed, for security reasons. She also had a list ready with cheap corporations, to build railroads and other infrastructure. It's going well..."

“Good to hear”, said Baelin impressed by the speed at which Petro Paulo was recovering from its previously bad leadership. However he quickly began to look displeased at the mention of corporations.

“Their not foreign corporations are they? They’ll say their coming to build you a bridge but before you know there are thousands of them landing on your beaches and laying waste the countryside. Corporations cannot be trusted”

His mind was imagining the war that now raged in Xirnium. Slowly he took a breath and regained his posture, forcing his imagination into submission.

“However, if all goes well with my meeting with the president, the Empire will finance the development of your infrastructure.”