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A Drought in the Sultanate? ATTN Comatica(Closed, Maybe)

Boone Ridge
06-04-2006, 01:54
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Boone Ridge, 50 miles east of Yullink
Akmed Hornek led the simple life. He lived with his two wives, a son, and three daughters in a yurt somewhere far outside the market town of Yullink. Akmed had few possessions, a small herd of sheep, a few bed rolls, a donkey, three goats, a plow, and an ancient Willy his father left him.
It was spring, planting time, and Akmed and his son had just hooked his donkey up to the plow when he heard a gunshot and the distinctive rumble of a small jeep.
"Son, go inside and get my rifle."
Nervous sweat had already began to fall down his brow.
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The driver of the jeep glared at his passenger.
"Did you really have to shoot the rabbit?"
"No." He paused. "Do you think he'll remember us?"
"Yes. Well, I hope so. Hornek always was the jumpy type back in our day so I don't know how he'll be reacting to your little act back there."
The driver glared again.
The jeep pulled over at the yurt. Akmed pointed his M1 at the men.
"Step away! No highwaymen! I shoot!"
"Akmed, relax, its me, Ali!"
Akmed put down his rifle.
"Ali? I haven't seen you since my brother's coronation!"
He put his rifle back up.
"What is this about!"
"Akmed, be calm. Your brother has been assasinated. We need you to come with us, to Rei, to claim the throne!"
Akmed looked down, at first sad, a tear rolling down his cheek, then angry.

"No. I will not endanger my children. I don't care about the throne. I just want my family to be safe."
"Akmed!" the passenger of the jeep said. "Do you really want your family to live like this? The assasins have been caught, there is no chance your children will be hurt! Please, come to Rei, the rest of your family needs you.
Akmed raised his head.
"Children! Jasmin! Husna! Come quick, we are going to Rei!"

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Rei Palace

Akmeds first week as Sultan was, to say the least, difficult. His brothers advisors swarmed him, asking him to answer questions ranging from matters of national security and the drought in the valley to what color napkins he would like for his coronation dinner. The least helpful of his advisors was Antar. Antar was head of the Ministry of Foreign Relations, and very obviously a corrupted man. He met with Akmed at every possible moment he had, during meals, while he was trying to figure out this 'Television', while he was getting ready for bed, even during prayer. Eventually, Antar began to ask about Comatica.
"Would you like there leader to come to the coronation? How about a meeting with one of there ambassadors? Some economic help would do a great good, how about that?"
Akmed motioned for him to stop.
"Please Antar, I am going to bed. Send them a message. Make a decision by yourself. I honestly don't care what you do."
Akmed closed the doors to his bedroom, and locked them shut.
"Well, if that will please His Highness, I guess I must."

To: The Goverment Head of Comatica, our Freinds to the West
From: The Ministry of Foreign Relations, Boone Ridge

The Sultanate of Boone Ridge finds itself in a state of Economic Emergency. A drought in our nation has completley wiped out our crops and livestock. Our people are dieing in the streets, and we are in need of economic support. Please, help our nation in need.

Antar Zawquid, Ministry of Forieign Relations


All of this was, of course, completly overblown. There was in fact a drought in the valley, however, to say it was an 'Economic Emergency' was an outright lie. Antar was hoping to get very rich off this. Very rich indeed.

OOC: Soo, yeah, Antar is trying to get some quick cash off of his sympathy plea. If you need anything changed, I'll understand. Also, I didn't bother making an OOC thread because I'm pretty sure we can be civilised about this enough and anything we really need to know can be taken care of through TGs. If you'ld like one, I'll put one up.

I'm going to go watch the Sox game, so I'll post more later
Boone Ridge
07-04-2006, 21:49
bump
Present Day Comatica
08-04-2006, 22:15
"Sir," called Minister of International Relations Cornelius Durantum. "Sir, have you received the email I sent you? On Boone Ridge?"

Emperor Titus turned on his heels, watching Cornelius as he sprinted down the hallway, his tie flapping helplessly in the rush of wind.

"Yes, of course I did," replied Titus, slightly concerned as his Minister doubled over to catch his breath.

"Well," Cornelius said, between short, stabbing breaths. "What do you plan to do?"

Titus unlocked the door to his office and entered, removing his sports coat and tossing it onto a nearby chair.

"That's a good question," said Titus, starting up his Macbook on his desk. "I was unaware that Boone Ridge was developed enough. I always assumed that they were just another group of nomads, like all the others in the Camel's Desert."

"Oh, no, no. This file has all the information you need." Cornelius pulled out a manilla folder from inside his jacket, marked, 'IIA Intel: Boone Ridge.'

Interested, Titus took the folder and inspected the content, taking several minutes.

"They actually have a government system, ehh? Wow, that's uncommon for nomads. They're still third world, though."

"Yes, I was surprised, too. What do you plan too do?"

Closing the folder carefully so that the contents didn't spill out, he bit his lip, deep in thought.

"I don't like the idea of another nation so close to Comatica. With their drought, they might be looking to expand into Cahamina. We can't have that."

"That's why we should have them on honorable terms," said Cornelius. "The minute they even think about going into Cahamina, we threaten to cut off their aid."

Titus nodded, still lost in thought. "Yeah...yeah, that's good. In the meantime, though, send an ambassador. Try Actius Vesdus. He's good with third world situations."


Good day, Minister Zawquid,

It concerns us that such a travesty is occuring in your respectable nation. We will not hesitate to send an ambassador, one Mr. Actius Vesdus. He will discuss the terms of aid. Please send confirmation.

Quet Settinum Rosantu,
Titus Celmaetus
Impere Nelaleus Casaencela Impereus Comaticaea

With Proper Respect,
Titus Celmaetus
Emperor of The United Empire of Comatica
Boone Ridge
10-04-2006, 15:14
Antar closed the door to his office. He had in his possession a letter, first recieved at military headquarters as an email, in fact it was the only place with internet access in the entire country. Then it was written down and sent via donkey to Rei.

Antar sat down on his zebra skin chair, and ripped the letter open. He began to read.

Zawquid did not like what he saw. Of course, he should have figured they would send an ambassador, but he unfortunatly did not realize this until he read the letter. Antar swore loudly.

After haveing a calming glass of Dihad, the local fermented watermelon drink, he began to write a reply.

To: Titus Celmaetus
Emperor of The United Empire of Comatica
From: The Ministry of Foreign Relations, Boone Ridge

Thank you for your generous support! There is an airfield in South Rei, where it should be best that you land your aircraft in our country. A Grand Escort will bring you to our palace, where you shall meet Sultan Akmed Hornek. Then, we shall visit the blighted areas of Boone Ridge.

Antar Zawquid, Ministry of Forieign Relations

OOC: How would you feel about your ambassador being killed?
Present Day Comatica
16-04-2006, 03:35
OOC: I'd be okay with it.

IC: Actius Vesdus was painstakingly organizing his numerable notes, occasionally glancing out the oblong window of the government jet. They had departed from Aredeth an hour and a half ago, and the plane delicately swooping 22,000 feet above the calmed Barrow Sea, the clouds below cast with a crimson fire in the early morning sunlight. A Z311 Blackrod tailed it about a quarter of a mile away.

"How much longer to the airfield in South Rei?" he asked his aide impatienly, taking a swig of orange juice.

"Not for about 7 hours, sir," the aide replied, checking his watch.

"Well, I don't know what else Titus has in mind," he said to the aide. "He told me to keep an eye on their culture, and their military. He didn't tell me more than that."

"You know more than I do, sir."

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The jet touched down and screamed along the runway, braking violently and screeching to a halt. Actius stretched and prepared to exit.