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Windhoek, Namibia - United States of Brink

A number of Nations have been invited to the United States of Brink’s capitol city of Windhoek for three days and nights to build international friendships. High Ranking Officials from each country will experience the deep cultural roots that Windhoek has to offer. They will be treated to 3 days and nights of lavish plays, musicals, a fine dining. They will tour the city taking in its traditional yet modernized landscape, enjoy a tour of the coastline via yacht and experience its many wildlife preserves the litter the countryside.

We ask nations to leave behind quarrels with other nations and enjoy what this free country has to offer. All guest well stay in the famous Thule hotel and resort which offers some of the best accommodations Namibia has to offer. President Ovambo and Secretary of Defense (National Hero) Harvard Dugan will personally meet each nation’s representative as they arrive and will tour with them during their stay.

The relatively large VC-737A Executive, a modified Boeing 737-900 landed at the airport. It had left its fighter support from the Navy behind when it entered Brinkian airspace, relying on the Brinkians to defend it in case of attack. The precious aircraft carried an even more precious cargo: the Prime Minister of Cotland, Thomas Rothsky. Rothsky was getting old, having been in the politics of the world since Cotland was a tiny spec on the world map, but he was still around and kicking stronger than ever. Still, even he needed a vacation from time to time, so here it was. Three days of relative relaxation in Namibia, here he came!

As the aircraft came to a halt, he saw the Brinkian president standing there, waiting for him to arrive. After the staircase came up to the Boeing and security had checked everything out, Rothsky approached and walked down the stairs. He held a special aura over his person, and he walked with the confidence of a victorious soldier. His age and status also instated respect with the people he met. With the wind on the tarmac playing with his greying blonde hair and to some extent his grey beard, he greeted the Brinkian welcoming party ("Hello. I'm Thomas Rothsky, Prime Minister of Cotland. A pleasure to meet you sir.") while shaking the hands of the men.

Note: Presiden Ovambo = female.

OOC: Will reply once a couple of nations arrive.

Sergei Orlov (http://images.izvestia.ru/49995.jpg) was busy reading reports and signing papers then his airplane touched down in the Windhoek airport. Sergei was sent for this vacation because everyone else was simply too busy. So was Sergei but the coin was flipped and he got the vacation. He knew that this would hunt him down the road, he knew that this will give his political opponents a reason to accuse him of laziness, but he was chosen to do it and where was no point in thinking about the consequences now, he decided to enjoy his stay since he didn't have a real vacation since the Union of Communist Republics fell apart and he returned to the political scene, being one of the major cotributors to the rebuilding of Pushka as a democratic Federation on the land of Rus. It seems now that a 100 years have passed but in reality just about 16 years ago Sergei was one of Ivan Mishin's personal advisors. Sergei knew Ivan more then personally, they were almost brothers. Born in the same village, serving in the same rota in the army, entering the political world together. Then Ivan died Sergei quit the politics, he began a small construction business in Novye Petrograd. For 6 years he waited and then Alexei Chorni, the traitor of the people was killed after the most bloody revolution in Pushkan history. Sergei came back to Voronej and jump started his carrier, he met the current president, Vladimir Ivanov, at a meeting of the Novaya Rossya democratic party meeting and they became close friends almost immediately. Then Vladimir won the presidency, Sergei was appointed to the post of the Minister of Foreign Affairs and thats how he came to this point.

Laying his papers down he got up from his seat and left the aircraft. It was time to shake hands and smile, Sergei took a deep breath....

The Minister of Foreign Affairs was sent to Windhoek. The invitation by the United States of Brink was a very touching one that the Empire could not pass up. The Minister had personal problems with there being Russians at the conference but he would keep that away from view. He did not need to start an international incident, again, over something petty. Instead, he deboarded the Learjet and moved to his limo convoy, which would take him to his hotel. The conference he was attending was something of a mystery to him and the Empire. The description was kept vague and the Minister hoped to use that to the advantage of both the Empire and Brink.

Prefect Septimus Azurius Cambrius decided to accept the invitation to the USB personally. Accompanying the Prefect will be an entourage including Praetor Extraterritorialis Meredith Aurelia Rhys-Jones (Minister of Foreign Affairs).

As the leader of a nascent nation, Prefect Cambrius believes it is of paramount importance to establish friendly relations with foreign governments. It must be made clear, though, that while he represents his sovereign government, Prefect Cambrius does so on the international stage as an ambassador of the Roman Empire, of which his nation is a dominion.

This also means that the events of this tour will be reported to the Comitia Imperia in Rome, the Imperial Committee, of which Prefect Cambrius is a member.

The Prefect's attendance is evidence of the Cymrean desire for peaceful and prosperous international relations, not only with the United States of Brinkman, but with all of the nations' visiting dignitaries.

With most of the delegates already settled in, it was time to post the itinerary. Hopefully it would allow the honorable guests to receive the best experience Windhoek, and USB had to offer. Each had a small entourage with them, which President Ovambo had expected and housing had already been taking care of. The lack of many guards surprised most of the delegates who had yet to fully appreciate USB’s freedom. Lacking didn’t mean without and those guards that were in place were heavily armed and well trained. Ovambo had noticed the apprehensive relations between the Orlov and the Layarteb Foreign Minister as she suspected would happen. She hoped that somehow this would help dim those hatreds amongst the two. If nothing else was to come out of this, but the easing of tensions she would die a proud woman. As farfetched as that dream might sound it was a big part of operation.

Dugan, one of the most respected in all of USB and there leading military mind, had found the Layarteb minister from the outset. His hopes were a little less international. He simply admired the Layarteb Military. To him it was one of the world’s best. It reminded her of Casablanca, her favorite movie. Two people from different worlds, the start of a beautiful friendship, well she hoped at least. She let out a soft chuckled under her breath.

The first day was quite simple, not to rush the delegates.
1-2 pm Arrive at airport and be escorted to hotel.
4-5 pm Arrive at Capitol building where lunch will be served as a group
6:30-9 pm Tour capitol complex
9-11 pm Dinner at Grass Roots (Very Artistic, includes small show)

Day Two.
8-9 am would be a soft breakfast at Craft Café
9:30-11 am Fly out to Etosha National Wildlife Preserve.
12-2:30 pm Tour Etosha
2:30-3:30 pm Lunch at Etosha Village (Very Native)
3:30-4:30 pm Finish Tour
5-7 pm Arrive back to Windhoek
7:30-9 pm Dinner at City Centre (Includes Another Show)
10-11 pm Dessert in Hotel Lounge

Day Three
8-9 am Breakfast New Dawn
9-11 am Tour of Historical Landmarks (Includes Heroes Arc, Alte Feste Etc)
12-1 pm Lunch at Centre Market
1-2:30 pm Fly to yacht
2:30-5 pm Tour Coast Includes Lunch
5-6:30 pm Fly Back to Windhoek
7-9 pm Various shows.
9-10 pm Dinner in Dugan Park
10-11:30 pm Tour city nightlife

Obviously times were subject to change. They would be escorted by a group of newly arrived Rolls Royce 110Ex’s. The government had purchased them for just some occasion. They were a beautiful car, each would be armor reinforced flanked by numerous police and military guards. Still it was kept discreet as possible, Ovambo did not want to alienate them from the people. The jets would be Leer escorted by four Se-9A1 NightAngels, the pride of USB air power. The yacht would be guarded by some AEGIS cruisers from the September Fleet with a carrier within strike distance in the event of an emergency. There was no threat and no evidence to suggest anything of that nature. USB was a democratically free nation, the freest, if such a word exists, in the world. This was greatly shown in Brink’s citizen who had been kindly asked to show how friendly they could be. The only thing that worried Ovambo was the threat of the delegates attacking each other. Dugan had calmed her fears. All they could do now was enjoy the company of world leaders.

Orlov walked over to President Ovambo

Orlov: "Madam Ovambo, President of the Federatio Vladimir Ivanov has asked me to express a sincere apology for not being able to be here personally. Unfortunately he is far too busy at the moment with all the functionings of our nation, dealing with terrorism and racism inside our borders and such. I ask you to please not take his absence as an offence, the government of Russian Federation fully appreciates your invitation and i was humbly chosen to attend it for which i am most thankful."

He looked at the Layatrebian representative. A second later he calmly turned back to Brinkian President

Orlov: Once again, i would like to express how honored i am to be here. I hope our two great nations can co-exist together in never ending prosperity for peoples of both of our great lands.

Prefect Cambrius found Day One to be rather exciting. He had seen many places during his long military career, but never through the eyes of a statesman. This was Cymrea's first diplomatic mission to a foreign country, and it could not have gone better thus far.

Cambrius had made a special effort to meet with the representative dignitaries personally, to physically shake their hand and look them in the eyes. From the Layartebian minister, Cambrius perceived a cool competence; from both the Cottish and Pushkan, something a little more fervent. He hoped he had made a positive impression with his confident and easy demeanor, his frank and open dialogue. Long years of command had afforded him something he could utilize politically.

The Brinkish hosts were genuinely friendly and very accomodating. Allowing himself a bit of diplomatic privilege, Cambrius had insisted on - and received without question - a Welsh-speaking interpreter. Not that Cambrius did not perfectly understand English, but as an assertion of his national identity. To be gifted with such a gesture of respect certainly coloured his perspective of Brinkman in a favourable light.

It had been a good day, in all. And the next promised to be just as brilliant.

The first day seemed to be a success seeing as how the Pushka and Layarteb representatives did not poison the others martinis. But than again it had already been one day, keeping everybody happy the next two would be the trick. The next day promised a lot, mostly heat. The Etosha Preserve was located along an oasis in the middle of the dessert. She had taken great detail to ensure the heat didn’t get to anyone. She knew all two well what heat did to people and often it wasn’t pleasant. The last thing she wanted was heated tension among her royal guest. It was Dugan’s job to try and ease the tensions between the two major powers allowing Ovambo to center her attention on the main goal of the trip which was strengthen relationships between some of the newer countries to have formed in recent times and assimilate them with older countries such as Cotland. Her hope was to allow everyone to become familiar in hopes that the friendships would develop into trade and treaties to better all nations. In the hearts of Brinkians everywhere a deep gratitude lay with Cotland. It was the first nation to recognize USB as a country during the revolution. It had not been forgotten nor would it ever. Ovambo hoped to spark a more a closer relation with the Nation of Cotland during these next two days. She had a lot cut out for her.

She remembered Dugan and began to search for him. She found him in the middle of the Pushkan Layarteb delegates trying to maintain order. She smirked, sorry old friend she thought, I have sent you on a suicide mission…don’t break. She shook her face and let out a soft giggle.

Having Recived the invation early. Prime Minister Yellowstone and Emporer Avondale hopped on the C-32A and flew the the Brinkman Capital They arived at 5:00am in the morning. They both were awokin when they arived. They walked off the plane onto Brinkman land.

Rothsky had enjoyed the sights and sounds of the Brinkian capital city. It was becoming a rare occurance for him to be able to walk in the streets of the cities. The tensions with among other Russia, the economic crisis and internal disturbances, most recently with the attempted kidnapping on the Kings nephew was really taking its toll on the aging Thomas Rothsky. He looked over at the Russian politician and the Layartebian foreign minister and chuckled. The Layartebians weren't particularly fond of the Russians. Neither was Cotland, but Rothsky had a feeling that the Layartebians held an even deeper grudge against the Russians. The Layartebians were something of their own. They were also a bit paranoid, something which had been proven with the SR-71 incident of Antigua, where the Layartebians had shot down a Cottish SR-71. The whole incident had been hushed down, with the reason for the destruction of the aircraft listed as technical error. Since both pilots survived and both governments didn't want to go public with the incident, it had been pulled off. Ah yes, Thomas Rothsky needed a break, and here he got one. He wandered over to the Brinkain president. It was time to make some foreign relations.

"Madam President, may I congratulate you on a successful first day? The Layartebians and Russians didn't kill each other," he said with a smile. "With hope, the relations between our two nations will continue to be equally successful, and hopefully strengthened."

OOC: So what all do we do while were here?

OOC: Actually Brink the Minister of Foreign Affairs would not be caught in a pissing match with anyone, let alone Russia's representatives. He's pretty level headed, even in the face of hatred and blood lust.

OOC: @ Prime just talk to other nations and such. What everyone else is doing.

@Lay never said they were duking it out. Just making sure they wont is all, as far as my people know it could happen. Just being cautious

Emporer avondale awoke the next morning. He opened his eyes to his hotel room. A plasma T.V. infront of him, laying on a king sized bed. He was contemplating just staying in his room all day. But there were things to be seen and heard in the capital of Brink. He rose from his bed put on some jeans, a T-shirt, he was never very formal. He liked to fit in with the crowd. He walked out the door to see two body gaurds. "Boy what a suprise....." he gloated. One of his gaurds showed him to his limo. Being a very young emporer (only 15) Kyle wasnt very emporerish. If he didnt have his body gaurds and his limo, he would look like a normal teenager. As the limo drove by he saw two very preety brinkmen girls. he tillted his sunglasses down to look at them, they saw he smiled and giggled. His limo drove on to see the sites on the Brinkish capital.

Emporer Avondale (http://i10.photobucket.com/albums/a147/darth_avondale/Drogas_Boy.jpg)

OOC: @ Prime just talk to other nations and such. What everyone else is doing.

@Lay never said they were duking it out. Just making sure they wont is all, as far as my people know it could happen. Just being cautious

OOC: It is quite possible. The Minister was the champion of his boxing division when he was in college. He still works out rapidly.

OOC: My government official can kick your government official's ass. Lol. Guys you crack me up.

Orlov was in the Russian army.

IC:
Orlov picked up his cellphone. Ten seconds into the conversation his mouth opened and his eyes widened.

Orlov: WHAT!

He yelled into the receiver. A second passed and he was calm again.

Orlov: Yes, i will be home later today.

He hung up the phone, he was ordered to come back to Voronej, war with the October Alliance has started. He wasn't going to abide by this order. As long as it was possible he would do his best to prevent bloodshed. He quickly walked towards Rothsky.

Orlov: Mr. Rothsky, we used to have a common friend, purhapse you remember Ivan Mishin, i hope that remembering the friendship you two had you will listen to what i have to say. As you might already know a Russian satelite has fired an EMP weapon on a Norwegian naval vessel. However this might be a sabotage within our own government, i have spoken with President Vladimir recently and he did not express any desire to start a war. Purhapse if i am given time i can personally investigate what happened, and the saboteurs can be punished. We are looking now at a start a war that will leave behind an empty globe, this is the day of doom, but it can be stopped if we work together. Would you be willing?

Rothsky had just been informed of the events at Baker Island along with the security personell. As Orlov came over, Rothskys security guard reached for his pistol inside his jacket, but Rothsky stopped him before the pistol could be produced.

"La oss høre hva han har å si først." [Let's hear what he has to say first]

The guard kept his hand on his pistol, but he did not draw it. Rothsky turned and listened to the Russian. When he finished talking, Rothsky spoke in a cold, clear voice.

"The Cottish demand is simple. We demand your unconditional surrender. We also demand an appology for the lives taken, and that the Russian Federation pays for the damages which it has inflicted on our ship and the families of the men who has been murdered. In return for your surrender, we shall not occupy your nation, demand your military disbanded, with the exception of the space-borne weapons system, nor will we demand any form of economic sanction. All we demand is that you pay for the damages which you have inflicted upon us. Those are our demands, and they are non-negotionable. It is up to you mister Orlov. The only reason why I'm not walking away is because of the memory of Ivan Mishin. Please relay that to Voronej."

Orlov: "I will see what i can do."

He picked up his cellphone, if his next move didn't work out he would be labeled as a traitor back home.

Orlov talked on his cellphone for half an hour then went back to Rothsky.

Orlov: I am afraid unconditional surrender is not an option. However seizing hostilities, paying for the damages caused to the battleship that was attacked by the EMP weapon and apologyzing for lives lost on that boat is. Would you take that? From what i hear the battle is raging, lives are already being lost on both sides, we can end this now. If it was up to me i would abide by your demands, but unfortunately i do not have the power to make such decisions. Lets end this now, until it escalates, too many are not going home already on both sides on the conflict this can be ended now.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs took a call from the Emperor and within seconds knew that things had grown drastic. He looked over to see Rothsky and Orlov talking and he knew what it was about, it was too easy. When he put his phone back inside of his jacket pocket he called over his aide. "Very quietly. Without making a scene, try to find out what they are talking about. Have a drink in your hand, mingle, close. Understood?"

"Yes sir." The aide did and as he walked over, the Minister of Foreign Affairs looked around. He knew that things could get out of hand very, very fast.

Rothsky listened to Orlovs proposal and was about to answer when his cell rang. Holding up his hand as a signal for Orlov to wait a moment, Rothsky answered it. It was Defense Minister John Alvheim in Oslo.

"Har de? Hvordan? Finn ut hvem det er og stopp ham! Ja, jeg prater med Orlov nå. Kommer så snart jeg er ferdig med'n." [They have? How? Find out who it is and stop him! Yes, I'm speaking with Orlov now. I'll be there as soon as I'm done with him.]

Rothsky put his phone back into his pocket and looked at Orlov with a heavy expression.

"I appreciate your offer mister Orlov, I really do, but the media's got the sniff of the situation and has gone public. The people are already demanding Russian blood. The way things are now, we cannot accept anything less than Russian surrender. I'm really sorry, but that's the way things are. Talk some sense into your political leaders mister Orlov. Tell them that in the world's eyes, they were the ones who started this and they are the ones who have to give up. Sure, you'll lose face, but you'll still have an intact nation. We both will. Tell them that Prime Minister Thomas Rothsky of Cotland asked them to stand down now, before anyone else lose their lives in vain."

Orlov: "I will once again see what i can do. This is going to cost me my position, i hope you realize how truthful my wish for peace is."

Orlov took out his cellphone.

Cambrius awoke with an anticipation he hadn't felt in a long time. He truly looked forward to continuing the tour of Windhoek and with the opportunity to press flesh and talk with the other attendees. He was proud to be able to represent Cymrea, and by extension Rome, and he intended to make the very best of it.

The day had gone just as smoothly as the previous, and even Layarteb and Pushka managed to treat each other civilly, if cooly. But Cambrius got the impression that Cymrea was nowhere near the forefront of the thoughts of these representatives of larger and more important nations. When Cambrius met their eyes, he sensed distraction glazed over with a veneer of sincerity. Cymrea was small and new and unimportant in the grander scheme of things; even though he was the only Roman representative present, Cambrius had the impression that an Imperial representative would have been treated very differently than a provincial.

All of which Cambrius understood as the way of the world. But it was a poignant lesson to the seasoned military man, to be realistically unimportant in a group of ostensibly equal men and women. As the day wore on, a feeling grew stronger in Cambrius, of being a child walking among adults - a peripheral presence ghosting among the central stalwarts.

More and more, Cambrius took to watching and observing. He was good at it and it afforded him a measure of comfort to be able to withdraw and introverse for a while. Cambrius noted the Pushkan delegate, Orlov, and the prestidigitation with which he made the cell phone appear and disappear so frequently. Orlov grew more agitated as the afternoon progressed, as did Rothsky. Rothsky looked rather pissed and indignant, truth be known. The Layartebian minister seemed to become slightly more animated as well, but very subtly so. Surely it was no accident that the minister's aide was now standing near Orlov and Rothsky, ostensibly enjoying a casual conversation with another aide. No, the drink in his hand slowly filled with the melting ice as it sat in his hand, untouched.

Something was going on over Cambrius' head; something portentious and dangerous.

A tap on his shoulder brought him from his reverie. Cambrius turned slightly to see an aide, Forsythe, at his side. Next to her stood an expectant man with an olive complexion and a tiny Roman flag pinned to his lapel.

"Prefect?" Forsythe ventured, "I believe it is time we went home."

Cambrius stood, glancing once more at Orlov who was again on his cell. Danger had arrived not with a thunder, but with the inaudible vibration of a palm-sized phone.

"Yes, I believe you're right, Miss Forsythe. Let's go make our goodbyes with Madame Ovambo, and then perhaps our Roman friend here can explain why."

OOC: Sorry for lack of reply, busy is all.

IC: The news sat uncomfortably with Ovambo. An aide had told Dugan who had interrupted, politely, between Ovambo and Cambrius. She quietly retreated with Dugan for further details. She had known before all of the representatives save Pushka and Cotland. Now it was quite clear everyone knew. Saddened by what she considered a failure it was again Dugan that reassured her, there was no way for you to prevent this. It was true, these events were bound to happen, and tensions had become ultra thin. Her plead for peace through celebration had no effect on events already set in motion. It was a personal defeat she would harbor for many years. Yet she could still manage something, a gain could come from loss.

“Most honorable delegates the United States of Brink would like to thank each and every one of you for attending this ceremony. Let it be known that no matter the time you are always welcome within the United States of Brink. We hope that our nations will forever be able to coexist in peace and prosperity.

Unfortunately, as you might have all heard, the world has seemingly fallen into disarray. If you would wish to leave I, as well as the entire nation, will hold nothing personally. You must return to your respected nations and attend to those matters which require your assistance. May you all return safe and thwart this disaster.”

She would still hold the ceremonies for any delegate who wished to remain which she doubted would be any. If nothing else she hoped that the newer nations had learned from the older nations and built solid relationships. It was vital for new ideas to spread and new worlds to build.

However she now wished to reveal what she hoped would pick up where the ceremony left off. If all worked it would be an international symbol of peace.

“The United States of Brink has officially started construction of an international court. (Similar to The Hague) We would be privileged if the world approved of such an idea. The project costs upwards of 300 million dollars and will be situated within the Capitol Complex. It will be a beacon for world peace if all goes to plan. Once again we hope the world approves.”

The official Qxiluan envoy, Sir Alej Enfidistan, elected to stay for the ceremonies because no major outbreaks of chaos were happening in Qxilua. After listening to Ovambo's intentions, he stood up and spoke aloud, "The nation of Qxilua would like to back the United States of Brink in their attempt to construct an international house of justice. As a sign of goodwill, I pledge 100,000 qxaalas (10 million dollars) to help support the construction. That is all. Thank you. By the way, does anyone have news of any rebellions or revolts on any planet in the galaxy? We'd be willing to aid the country's government in putting down the rebellions, unless it conflicts with our government's official opinion on the subject."

The Minister of Foreign Affairs looked around the table. "If I may interrupt, the best hope we have to avoid a war of global proportions in the scale of epic annihilation is to stay here."

Raven One rose smoothly off the tarmac, soared into the setting sun, and then angled north toward Rome. Cambrius intended to lay over in the Roman capital and make his report to the Comitia Imperia before making the long journey home to Azuria.

He felt a sympathy for Brink in general and Madame Ovambo specifically. She had done all she could to bring the nation together in peace, but even so formidable a woman could not keep the wolves at bay. An old axiom came to mind: in the absence of light, darkness prevails. Cambrius was beginning to think that only the second part was true.

As Raven One began to level out at cruising altitude, Cambrius noticed Forsythe smiling out the window. Opening the shade on his, Cambrius was greeted by the sight of an escorting Brinkish fighter. The pilot saluted.

"There's one over here, too, Prefect," said an aide on the other side of the plane.

Cambrius sat back in his seat. "Kind of them, I should say."

A digital melody sounded from Forsythe's jacket. Pulling out her BlackBerry, she scrutinized its screen for a moment, then rose out of her seat and moved to Cambrius'.

"What is it, Miss Forsythe?"

"I've just received a message, Prefect. Two things: Brink intends to set up an international court. And the Layartebian minister thinks we would have been safer staying where we were, given the coming conflict."

"Does he really?" Cambrius pondered that. "And how did we happen to come by this information so swiftly, Miss Forsythe?"

Gwyneth Forsythe's lips twitched. "I left Lucius behind with instructions to remain at the conference. He'll follow on a commercial flight tomorrow."

Cambrius nodded and smiled. "Well done, Miss Forsythe. You were exactly right. Keep me updated, then." Forsythe stood to return to her seat.

Alone with his thoughts again, Cambrius looked back out the window. The fighter escort remained in tight formation. It seemed that Madame Ovambo shared the Layartebian assessment. Cambrius wondered if they weren't right. As to the international court, Cambrius thought this a brilliant idea and intended to endorse it wholeheartedly when he made his report in Rome.

In the meantime, Prefect Cambrius tried to catch some sleep.

Rothsky nodded at the word from the Russian when the bodyguard came over again.

"Statsminister. Russland har visstnok falt ned i anarki. Kamphandlingene er over for øyeblikket. Jeg anbefaler på det sterkeste at vi kommer oss til et relativt trygt sted umiddelbart!" [Prime Minister. Apparently, Russia's fallen into anarchy. Hostilities are over for the moment. I strongly recommend that we get ourselves to a relatively secure location immediately!]

"Hvor er det stedet da?" [Where is that secure location then?]

"Basen vi har i Malawi, nær Lilongwe. Det er en cottisk base der med jagerfly, luftvern, fallskjermjegere og en kommandosentral. Jeg har allerede gitt beskjed til flyet. De venter på oss." [Our base in Malawi, near Lilongwe. There's a Cottish base there with fighters, air defenses, paratroopers and a command central. I've already informed the plane. They're waiting for us.]

Rothsky nodded in agreement. He needed to get to somewhere where there were encrypted communications equipment, and right now, the Cottish base in Hirgizstanian Malawi was the closest thing they had. He turned and headed for the door, but stopped at the Brinkian president before he exited.

"Madam, my appologies for the early departure, but I am needed in Cotland at the moment. I hope I can return in the immediate future, or at least be able to return the kind favor by hosting a visit to Oslo. Thank you for the kind reception, and again, my appologies for the sudden departure. However, these things sadly aren't within my control. Good bye."

He then left quickly, being half dragged by the body guard into the Mercedes that was waiting. It drove him quickly through the streets of Windhoek and to the airport, where the VC-737 was waiting, engines running and all. Rothsky quickly got out and up the stairs, past the saluting aircrew and into the communications central of the plane. He got on the secured satellite video-link and talked with Oslo while the plane moved to the northeast and towards Mozambique and Malawi.

In the cockpit, the oberst flying the plane contacted the Hirgizstanian area control while keeping the militarized Boeing steady at 600 knots and 34,600 feet on a northeasterly heading. The white fusilage gleamed in the evening sunset.

"Hirgizstani Border Defenses, this is Romeo-Charlie-Alpha-Foxtrot Zero-One, en route to Cottish base near Lilongwe, Malawi carrying the Prime Minister of Cotland and entourage. Requesting permission to enter Hirgizstanian airspace. Over."

Construction was almost complete on the international court within the Capitol Complex. The state of the art building was a stunning tribute to South African engineering. It was large and dignified, with an old time look yet it was highly modernized surrounded by some of the largest professional gardens this side of the Atlantic. When I say international court, that’s what the president was hoping for when she ordered its construction. All it needed was the world’s support; there is no reason for an international court when no one knows it even exists. She called out to those nations who had visited to show their support and let the message be known.

The primary job of the court would be to settle land disputes peacefully. In light of recent world events the world has plummeted to conflict over numerous lands. Hopefully the two nations would plead their cause in front of the panel of judges which would debate until a compromise without blood would be reached. War crime trials would be held hear, as well as documents such as the Geneva Convention. Once again it was up to the world to oblige.

It was nearing Ovambo’s last year in office. Her administration had its ups and downs yet left USB moving forward. This would be her contribution to not only the country but to the world. Hopefully this achievement would elevate USB into the world spotlight. Her final show was nearing yet her final act was just getting started.

OOC: Probably the final post within this thread from me. If all nations who were involved with this agree, as well as Lay, to move forward with the court than I will make a new thread. Just let me know and post on EII forums so everyone can see if you support it. Thanks for the RP fellas.

OOC: You know I don't determine what goes on with RPs so you don't need my permission to move on USB.