NationStates Jolt Archive

President Harsimran Mann sat in his red, golden seat behind his wooden desk. His face was scrunched up as his brows narrowed and eyes intensified, signalling he was in deep thought. He repeated calmly in his mind again and again, "He'll be hear soon. We all have to be ready......" His face suddenly unscrunched up as his face relaxed with his eyes opening up and his brows returning to their origional spot. Everyone in the Chita House knew that the Represenative would be here. But it wasn't any ordinary represenative, mind them, it was the Represenative from the fellow Woodstock Pact friend, the United Kingdom of Isselmere-Nieland.

A advisor swiftly made his way into the Presidential Room, where he spotted the President in deep thought. The advisor cleared his throat as if he was about to say his last words. In a clear yet deep voice he spoke, "Mr. President, the Represenative will be hear shortly." He paused to see the President's expression. But all he got was a stale look of exhaustion from the President's eyes. He continued unphased, "Sir, we have everything ready for him. The room, services, dinner, lunch, meeting, and everything has been arranged to your desire." He pulled out a white-paper document from his vanilla folder, which was in his brown briefcase. The advisor set it down on the table before backing up. His eyebrows and forehead had beads of sweat rippling down on them. His swallowed as if he was waiting for his death sentence. But the President only glared at him with narrow, stern eyes. His lips moved slightly, yet nothing came out. He knew that he should leave. The advisor quickly moved toward the door and exited while closing the door softly behind him.

Meanwhile, the President sat in his chair unphased in expression. He knew perfectly what was happening. His mouth curled up and his eyes relaxed as he let out a faint smile. Everything was going as planned.

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[OOC: Ack! Caught me as I was typing away! :)]

Ambassador Samuel Ngome nervously glanced about the beautiful capital city of Space Union from the front seat of the limousine. Despite having survived twenty years in the Foreign Service without so much as a complaint on his record, here he was being upstaged not only by the minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development, but by the entirety of the Foreign Relations section of the Council of State.

“You needn’t appear so anxious, Samuel,” Sir George Fredericks, the foreign minister, laughed soothingly. “We are visiting friends, not enemies.”

“Yes, Minister,” Ambassador Ngome replied, following the entourage towards the Chita House. “But you are familiar with the old Foreign Service saying…”

“‘A single meeting with one of the king’s ministers means ten years of repairing relations,’” piped up the Prime Minister, Geoffrey Middleton. “And nary a truer word has been spoken. Still, since the Royal Family is in Jimnam, and since previous governments have been terribly isolationist in the past, and since this is a meeting with the President, not the foreign minister – no slight intended, Sir George,” who duly smiled and nodded, “it is best to demonstrate His Majesty’s Government is well and truly interested in strengthening the bonds between our nations.”

Horace Laederbeck, the defence minister, grunted. “It would have been better to have conducted this meeting after the Woodstock Pact war games had ended,” he muttered.

“Good old Horace,” the economic affairs minister, Claudine Upton-Sykes, countered. “Always wanting to deepen animosities before building friendships.”

“Whisht now,” Middleton requested. “We’re about to meet President Mann. If this conference goes well, both of our nations will reap the rewards for many years to come. If we fail…”

The words were left hanging as the advisor appeared at the door.

“Well, best behaviour everyone,” the Prime Minister whispered as he beamed warmly at the official.

The President straightened up his black suit once more as he stood outside on the black pavement outside the Chita House. His eagerly awaited for the Ambassador from Isselmere to come. All around the President were countless body guards that watched over the president 24 hours, 7 days a week.

The President let out a sigh as he made sure that his turban was on correctly, once more. He knew that he would have to make a very good first impression, as the Prime Minister of the UKIN was coming too with many of his advisors.

Suddenly, a black limo pulled up at the gate. The President swallowed as his lips curled up and his mouth, eyes, and cheeks set into motion and formed a large, friendly smile on the President's face. Inside he was very nervous, as if he was sweating on the inside. Finally the gates of the House opened up as the black limo cruised down the Presidential Driveway. It slowed gently to a halt, with the main door facing the President. "The time has come," the President thought in his mind as he straightened his posture up and stood tall.

The black limo's door opened up as a black foot came out. A hand reached out as a man emerged from the limo of the car. The President remained silent while still smiling. The man finallly emerged out of the car in a professional manner with a briefcase in his hand. The President knew who the man was in only a second. The President immediatly shot out his hand to wave the special man's hand, "Welcome my dear guest of honor, Prime Minister Geoffrey Middleton. I am the current President, Harsimran Singh Mann. I am quite delighted that your nation would send the most powerful figure in the government to our humble nation. We will make sure that everything is done to accomudate your arrival." The President motioned one of his body guards to come over and direct the limo driver to the parking area.

As he did so, four men stepped out of the limo door. They were dressed in black with one being dressed in standard high-official military fashion. The President beamed toward them, "Welcome to Space Union Foreign Minister Sir George Fredericks, Defense Minister Sir Horace Laederbeck, Economic Affairs Minister Sir Claudine Upton-Sykes, and Ambassador Sir Samuel Ngome. It is a pleasure to meet with the Minister's of such a special nation." Harsimran motioned inside as he spoke, "We will conduct all our introductions inside, where it is not chilly or damp, if I may say." Noting the weather on the day. The President's dimples shinned as he and his collegues entered the Chita House and made there way into the Presidential Conference Room.

The President strolled over to his green, leather seat. He motioned for the body guards to leave the room, as his expressionalist face was replaced by a broad smile. "This my dear friends, is the Presidential Conference Room. You may sit down wherever you please, and don't hesitate, my friends, to ask for anything including furniture, tables, food, or anything. We are here to serve our guests. Make yourselves at home."The President clapped as the room light setting went into Coazy Mode. He whispered to the Prime Minister in a gentle voice, "I hope this will help set the environment."

As everyone became seated, the waiters came in and offered drinks to each member. Meanwhile, the President began, "As we are all new to each other, I wish if we could provide some information to each other." He looked at the men and continued, "As we all know, I'm President Harsimran Mann of the Federal Sikh Republic of Space Union. I've served in this position for 4 terms or 16 years. I'm currently 43 years old. I have a PhD in Political Science, Law, Business, and Economics. I currently will finish my 4th Term in January and retire as the President of Space Union." The President scanned the room as he looked at the men's glaring expression. He let out a relief sigh as he sat down. He motioned to the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Isselmere-Nieland.

The meeting had begun.

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[OOC: Give Isselmere time. He may be swamped with work and uni issues right now.]

[OOC: Sorry for not responding sooner.]

"My apologies, Mr President, for not having arrived sooner," Ambassador Ngome said. "We had an... issue," at which he glared at Minister Laederbeck, "at the embassy that had to be resolved." Samuel Ngome had served as ambassador to Space Union for five years, having been appointed by a previous government. Though he had cause to visit Space Union's foreign minister and the Chita House only a few times in those five years, he had been impressed by Space Union's government.

"May I introduce the Prime Minister?" he continued, bowing his head and indicating the seated official."

"Well met, Mr President," Geoffrey Middleton replied, smiling kindly. "I am Geoffrey Middleton, the First or Prime Minister of the United Kingdom of Isselmere-Nieland. I have held that post for two years, after the previous administration had to resign due to a vote on no confidence." He grinned again as he sipped his tea. "Educationally, sir, you have me at a great loss; I have but a bachelor's degree in law and another in history. I congratulate you both on your knowledge and your long-standing administration. I only hope mine will last as long."

"As you may know, Mr President," the next man said as he stood, replacing his coffee cup on its saucer, "I am Sir George Fredericks, the Minister for Foreign Affairs and International Development. I am presently in my third term as minister. Like Mr Middleton, I haven't your broad educational background, Mr President; I have but a master's in Political Science."

Next, a woman rose, smoothing her skirt down. "Mr President, I am Claudine Upton-Sykes, the Minister for Economic Affairs. I hope our nations have the opportunity to further strengthen the bonds between our two lands." She, too, bowed her head with a smile to President Mann before sitting down primly and properly.

A sour-faced man left his chair next, clicking his heels together, and snapping his head sharply but respectly down. "Mr President, I am Horace Laederbeck, formerly of the Anguistian Guards regiment and presently the Minister for Defence. I, too, hope we can strengthen the links between our two great nations."

Harsimran stared at the professional men. He thought to himself, "These are some great men that know exactly what they are doing." Finally, Harsimran sat upwards as he leaned over the table and pulled his hand out of beneath the table. "It is the biggest of pleasures to meet such esteamed leaders of your great nation. I hope that we also form a stronger union between our like minded nations."

Harsimran nodded toward the waiters who left the office room to prepare dinner. Harsimran cleared his throat, "I say then, that now that we know everyone here, I think it is in order to begin this conference." Harsimran eye's crossed the room to inspect whether there was any sign of other action. He noted not so he continued, "I think it would be in much order to establish a seperate alliance between our two great nations. We already consider you a valued ally, as you and we are in the Woodstock Pact. For a long-time, I have observed that our nation's have haid similar policies on almost every situation we are presented on. I think this is a sign of a great friendship waiting to happen." Harsimran moved his lips but stopped for a second to anaylize the audience.

Harsimran leaned on his table, "I think it is therefore correct that we first establish our diplomatic ties." He made a momentary pause as he once more continued, "I think it is safe to say we should start out with embassies." Harsimran immediately pulled out his brown briefcase and unlatched its latches. He took out a white paper with a formal writing on it. As he did so, he didn't hesitate to stop talking, "Space Union is one of the few nation's that has a relatively closed embassy exchange program. This means that we only allow a select few to open up embassies in our nation. Your nation is one of those nation's that we greatly respect and admire. So we are offering to open up an embassy for you." Harsimran handed the papers to the gentlemen. He could see them reading them. "If you decide to open up an embassy in our nation all your embassy staff, guards, and such will automatically be given Space Union Foreign Citizenship. This is basically a way of giving foreign government officials that are representing their government, citizenship here. They will be given every right and luxury that a citizen has without having to pay taxes or fulfill other obligations except of course the law." Harsimran smiled as he finally leaned back in his chair. He sighed a relief, noting that he hopefully didn't talk too much for his honored guests.

But before the other delegates could begin talking, Harsimran added a statement. "I would like to add one last thing. As you are our guests of honor, it is therefore that we invite you to our National Constitutional Convention. Space Union has secretly been composing a new constitution that we intend to show the world. He would like to invite you, my fine gentlemen, as our special guests to the convention. You are not obligated to do anything, but your very presence will be soothing to the entire process. We hope that you will come to that and the afterwards reception." Harsimran sat back in his chair to watch what the Prime Minister and his advisors and the ambassador had to say.

OOC: I'm going to open up my Constitution RP tomorrow. I would like to have your guests do a speech or something, as guests of honor in our nation. Also don't worry about posting, when you have time, feel free to post. I can wait but your studies can't. :)

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OOC: I'll post tonight (and remove this comment when I do).

OOC: I'll post tonight (and remove this comment when I do).

Take your time :)

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I'm still breathing... I'll try to post something within the next couple of days...

I'm still breathing... I'll try to post something within the next couple of days...

Sure just wanted to see if you were still active.