NationStates Jolt Archive

To: Imperator J.L., Totalitarian Stratocracy of Roach-Busters
From: President Christopher Jackson, Dictatorship of Amrexica

Dear Sir,

It has come to my attention during my examination of international politics and global events that you and your most ennobled nation are frequently at the centre of some of the most major actions in the world. Regarding your own success of maintaining your position of power within your own nation, I commend you.

My own position is in somewhat of a crisis at this time; having taken full powers from other areas of the government and transferring various areas to military control, I have become unpopular with a section of the populace whom believe that I am doing this for personal gain, rather than from a genuine belief that I am helping to make my people better. Perhaps it is merely that some cannot understand the complexities of the morals and standards by which I believe our nation can be held if it truly worked towards them, but it is crucial that immoralities of democracy cannot be allowed to corrupt the people with their views of politicians as greedy, immoral and power-hungry megalomaniacs. Leaders should be the pride of the people, not their bane.

To this end, I request the possibility of a state visit to your fine nation, where we can discuss matters of mutual interest and I can observe personally and listen attentively to the methods and means by which you have managed to successfully build and secure a position of power within the Totalitarian Stratocracy that is virtually unchallenged, aiming to replicate this success in my own nation.

Sincerely,

Christopher Jackson

To: Imperator J.L., Totalitarian Stratocracy of Roach-Busters
From: President Christopher Jackson, Dictatorship of Amrexica

Dear Sir,

It has come to my attention during my examination of international politics and global events that you and your most ennobled nation are frequently at the centre of some of the most major actions in the world. Regarding your own success of maintaining your position of power within your own nation, I commend you.

My own position is in somewhat of a crisis at this time; having taken full powers from other areas of the government and transferring various areas to military control, I have become unpopular with a section of the populace whom believe that I am doing this for personal gain, rather than from a genuine belief that I am helping to make my people better. Perhaps it is merely that some cannot understand the complexities of the morals and standards by which I believe our nation can be held if it truly worked towards them, but it is crucial that immoralities of democracy cannot be allowed to corrupt the people with their views of politicians as greedy, immoral and power-hungry megalomaniacs. Leaders should be the pride of the people, not their bane.

To this end, I request the possibility of a state visit to your fine nation, where we can discuss matters of mutual interest and I can observe personally and listen attentively to the methods and means by which you have managed to successfully build and secure a position of power within the Totalitarian Stratocracy that is virtually unchallenged, aiming to replicate this success in my own nation.

Sincerely,

Christopher Jackson


To: The Honorable President Christopher Jackson
From: Generalissimo J.L.

"Your Excellency,

It was with great zeal that I read your letter, which I was honored and delighted to receive. I am humbled and flattered to have such a fine young nation as yours turn to mine for guidance. Your intentions are noble, just, and most admirable. I would be happy to assist you and fulfill all your requests. I can help you: maintain a strong, unified, all-pervasive security establishment loyal only to you and capable of snuffing out any semblance of dissent; establish a massive personality cult to instill utter, unyielding devotion in your people to you; train a military that is able to fend off any foreign barbarian hordes who may attempt to infect your nation with the scourge called democracy; and send economic advisors to oversee an economic policy that will make you an industrial powerhouse. I will stop at nothing to help your already exalted nation reach the peak of efficiency and greatness. You may come and visit me whenever you wish. Please send a letter to my secretary informing her what day would be the most suitable for you."

Sincerely,
The Generalissimo

OOC: Sorry, my internet died the past 2 days, so will post a response now and my arrival in RB later today.

To: Generalissimo J.L.
From: President Christopher Jackson

I am greatful for your speedy reply to my request for help from your honourable and great nation. I am humbled that such a person as yourself would dedicate full support to helping a nation so relatively small compared to your own country.

I will be attending your presence as soon as possible, if this is deemed appropriate for yourself.

Sincerely,

~Christopher Jackson

The Boeing 747 throttled back and raised its nose as it began its descent towards Roach-Busterian airspace. In the large, specially created office at the centre of the aircraft, President Jackson heard the mechanical noise of the flaps drop five degrees to slow the speed of the massive aircraft as it began a long approach. He looked back at the draft papers he had been working on.

Jackson had felt uneasy at leaving Amrexica so soon after the establishment of dictatorial decree; this was the test period for anybody that would attempt civil unrest, and he still was not sure whether he could trust all of his newly-appointed cabinet or all of his military officers. Still, it was urgent to establish strong ties with like-minded allies, and Chris felt reasonably confident in leaving the country temporarily in the hands of Vice President Alistair Watson. The President smiled; Watson was a complete tool of his own, owing everything to him for his position and not being particularly competent himself. For short periods of time, he was the perfect choice.

A radio link chimed, and the pilot came onto the intercom. “Mister President, this is Captain Gregory Wellington, we are approaching our destination and will be landing in shortly ten minutes.”

President Jackson sighed, quickly signing the final few Death Warrants for the captured members of the Congressional Assembly, slipped them into a folder and handed them to an aide before strapping himself in to his seat as the aircraft turned onto finals.

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The guard towers radioed the pilot of the President's plane. "This is Ground Control, you have permission to land." The coordinates for the landing were transmitted to the pilot.

As the plane finished its journey, Special Imperial Guardsmen assembled in preparation of a military parade they planned to stage in the President's honor. Meanwhile, chefs pulled out all the stops, hastily baking thousands of ambrosial culinary delights, preparing one of the greatest feasts ever. On the ground, Shooban slaves unveiled a 60-ft.-tall solid gold statue of Jackson that J.L. had ordered made as a personal gift.

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OOC: Sorry, had some essay work to do, but I'm going to be on late tonight in order to really speed things along as we'll both be online.

IC:
The Aircraft touched down on the main runway, tyres screeching on the tarmac as the pilot reversed thrust and slowed the craft to a manageable speed. It taxied to the correct terminal and took several moments to park and shut down.

President Jackson adjusted his tie as he stood at the hatch to the aircraft as the terminal gate was moved and locked into position. Glancing at one of the three Amrexican Infantry he had brought as part of an honour guard, he smiled briefly at the Captain in charge before turning to the hatch as it opened.

Stepping down onto the tarmac, Jackson watched with a grin the large, gold statue created in his image. He chuckled, applauding lightly in approval. "Very good," he said to nobody in particular. "We should have one of these in Amrexica City."

He then continued walking across to the greeting party for the ensemble.

Special Imperial Guardsmen lined up to salute the President, as buglers played the Roach-Busterian national anthem. The Generalissimo stood before President Jackson, his hand outstretched. "Welcome to Roach-Busters, Mr. President."

Special Imperial Guardsmen lined up to salute the President, as buglers played the Roach-Busterian national anthem. The Generalissimo stood before President Jackson, his hand outstretched. "Welcome to Roach-Busters, Mr. President."

President Jackson took the Generalissimo's hand, gripping it firmly and shaking it in a courteous manner. As he did so, he analysed the man with his blue eyes, assesing his strength of character from the way he stood and greeted him, a Commander-In-Chief in his own territory and loved completely by his own populace. Jackson smiled. "Mister President, it's a pleasure to be here." In his mind, he decided that there was much he could learn from this man to succeed.

Aloud he said, "I hope we can make this a fruitful meeting, Sir; I have been looking forward to meeting you since researching your nation and your own successes. Hopefully this is the start of a great alliance between our two nations."

The Generalissimo smiled, as he led President Jackson down a path through a massive garden, stretching hundreds of acres, with literally millions of flowers, and over one hundred thousand varieties. Domesticated lions, tigers, Venezuelan goats, Swiss cows, Argentine sheep, giraffes, okapi, chimps, gorillas, and much more, all co-existing harmoniously. "Like it? My own version of the Garden of Eden." Soon, they reached the front door of the castle, which Shooban slaves opened, bowing their hands and salivating uncontrollably, making sickly goose-like honking sounds. "Ignore those scum, my friend. This way, please." The Generalissimo led the President into the banquet room, where a buffet had been set up, offering over 5,000 courses. There was Italian food, Chinese, Vietnamese, French, Mexican, Moroccan, and much, much more. The Generalissimo handed the President a plate and silverware (made of real silver) in a silk napkin. "Please, help yourself."

Jackson marvelled at the Garden as they walked through it, impressed at the level of flora and fauna that J.L. had managed to collect. 'This is certainly a man with many contacts,' he thought.

Being led into the Banquet Hall, he accepted the cutlery given to him, nodded his thanks and proceeded to take advantage of the food availiable. To J.L. he said, "This is certainly impressive, Generalissimo, I'm humbled by all this effort for such a minor international player as myself. If you don't mind me asking," he then glanced at the main doors. "What where those...things that opened the doors for us?" he said, referring to the Shoobans.

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