Southeastasia
21-12-2006, 14:25
[OOC: This role-play is closed to me, Southeast Asia, and Hamptonshire. And a few others. Please do not [tag] this thread, use the subscription tools for that. Oh, and rest assured, the diplomatic dialogue between the officials of the SAFPG (Southeast Asian Federal-Parliamentarian Government) and the GAURHE (Grand Archduchy of the United Realms of the Hamptonian Empire) CCS (Chief Cabinet Secretary) are closed off. However, there is more than diplomatic dialogue between bureaucrats of Hamptonshire and Southeast Asia, in this role-play. Now, on with the story.....]
A Major Risk Taking Calculation
There was a man waiting at a secure location in a particular airport. A group of men actually. Some were bodyguards and were deliberately so distanced away from one particular man. And that man in particular would be the Senior Deputy Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia. Henley Leong was the name of the Senior Deputy Prime Minister. Leong was a tall man, taller than the Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations himself, possessing a frame of six feet and three inches and also of Chinese ethnicity, but he was of darker skin naturally rather than Neo (who had lightly tanned skin from his days in army service during the existence of the Republic of Singapore, along with his career in war journalism). Also, unlike the Southeast Asian Head-of-Government (who had a tendency to wear his political trademark powered sports sunglasses and dark-black suits in public), Leong preferred navy-blue colored suits and did not wear sunglasses which were powered, but rather, gold-colored titanium-framed spectacles which harkened back to the days of glasses of the old to some degree.
He sighed as he sat in his chair upright, in an office in a terminal for the Federal-Parliamentarian Government, a terminal for welcoming foreign dignitaries and the like for meetings in Singapore and as such, and drank his glass of water on the desk. Then he set it back down after slurping down at least an eighth of the full capacity of the drink container, returning to more contemplation. As he sat in the office, he knew that time was crucial and decisive. Foreign intelligence agents could be found in the lands, both before the Kraven Corporation could make a response to an official statement by the Prime Minister of the Union of Southeast Asian Nations and after, however, after the threats were released, the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate (SAID) had been delivering documents to the cabinet and defense ministry that there was likely activity about increased agent operations, even from nations which the Union had not heard from.
Other reports, not counting those from the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate, were from a different sector in the government—the Ministry of the Home Interior. The Home Interior Ministry had been handling reports with the immigration/emigration levels, and the latest report indicated that many were leaving. By the millions. This shall not be good for the economy, and will have to have some sort of effect. Leong thought to himself.
Many were departing, obviously, in fear of their lives. The Big Three states were becoming the primary absorbers to the mass of the human wall that was fleeing the United Sovereign Nations. The Grand Archduchy had been sympathetic to the Union of Southeast Asian Nations and had deployed naval assets by one narrow vote in the Royal Senate. The United Kingdom of Oceania, a state which the leader of the Executive Cabinet of the Federal-Parliamentarian Government long held an admiration for, was assisting….in vacating its nationals out of the country. However, Oceania had become a popular haven for those fleeing—the Home Country of the Indian Islands (formerly at one point known as the Incorporated States of Andaman and Nicobar) were soaking up many Southeast Asians who were desiring to find a new home, permanent or temporary, in fear of their lives.
However, Leong knew, as did the Home Interior Minister, that there were various other nations that his fellow countrymen, who feared for their lives, were heading to as well. This was confirmed as he turned his head around—an Airbus A380, painted in the colors of the Groussherzogliche Fliger Gesellschaft (GFG)—or in English translation, the Grand-Ducal Aviation Company of Van Luxemburg. It was headed off to a city in Van Luxemburg and it was containing not only innocent Van Luxemburgers who were residing in the country and out, but it also contained Southeast Asians who wished to flee the Union in fear of their lives, if not various other nationalities (predominately from countries which were allied to the Grand Duchy or on strong terms with it) which had wished to flee Southeast Asia. With professionalism and coolness, the Van Luxemburger pilot guided the massive Airbus A380 away from Singapore and out. Various other national airport hubs in Southeast Asia would be experiencing such similar situations with the evacuation, as the Kraven forces closed in.
Leong knew that the Kraven Corporation, however, was at work already within Southeast Asia, and determined to pierce through the shell that Southeast Asia was indeed, fixated on the goal to defeat Southeast Asia. Leong was sure that the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate, composed of his fellow countrymen, though human, were capable of fanning out whatever threats as finely as they could. However, what they could not do, was keep away thoughts of anxiety. And there was just one other individual, amongst others, who did share feelings of anxiety right at this moment…..
8:55 p.m., Local Time
Changi International Airport
Governmental Terminal
Aircraft Control Tower
Singapore
United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
You know, I sometimes really abhor this occupation. thought the head of the Governmental Terminal’s aircraft control tower. It could have been any minute now. The airplane which would have taken Marcelo Paredes, of the Grand Archduchy of the United Realms of the Hamptonian Empire. The duration of patience seemed to take a perpetual lifetime, it nearly became a Herculean effort for it to even contemplate waiting much longer.
Like the visit of Mark Lorber, the Senior Vice President for External Affairs of the Incorporated States of Sarzonia, the Hamptonian Chief Cabinet Secretary’s visit was meant to be top secret and for now it would have to remain a secret. The man in the Aircraft Control Tower knew this, and all those that did kept their mouths shut about it. Virtually everyone knew that the Hamptonian Empire was significant to world affairs, and Southeast Asia’s economy as well. With the Incorporated States out of the picture, the Big Three states were able to compete more and gain more of the large market of the pie which the United Sovereign Nations had.
But to this, it was an irrelevance to the governmental terminal head in the control tower. He was tired. And it was taking an eternity. He wished he could simply hit the sack, and enjoy a good night’s rest, which he had not received thanks to the Kravenite-Southeast Asian crisis and various other dealings with ambassadors, consulates, and the like, over many days and periods of time. However, it finally occurred.
“Sir?” asked one of the aircraft control tower staff, who was heading it.
“What is it?” he questioned.
“Please call up the Senior Deputy Prime Minister, and please get yourself ready with whatever last minute touch-ups . I’m pulling the jet of the Hamptonian Chief Cabinet Secretary into the runway.”
At last. he thought. It was going to be a long while indeed. While he wouldn’t quite be left off yet, at least the man knew that he was going to be able to get one step closer to rest and relaxation……
A Major Risk Taking Calculation
There was a man waiting at a secure location in a particular airport. A group of men actually. Some were bodyguards and were deliberately so distanced away from one particular man. And that man in particular would be the Senior Deputy Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia. Henley Leong was the name of the Senior Deputy Prime Minister. Leong was a tall man, taller than the Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations himself, possessing a frame of six feet and three inches and also of Chinese ethnicity, but he was of darker skin naturally rather than Neo (who had lightly tanned skin from his days in army service during the existence of the Republic of Singapore, along with his career in war journalism). Also, unlike the Southeast Asian Head-of-Government (who had a tendency to wear his political trademark powered sports sunglasses and dark-black suits in public), Leong preferred navy-blue colored suits and did not wear sunglasses which were powered, but rather, gold-colored titanium-framed spectacles which harkened back to the days of glasses of the old to some degree.
He sighed as he sat in his chair upright, in an office in a terminal for the Federal-Parliamentarian Government, a terminal for welcoming foreign dignitaries and the like for meetings in Singapore and as such, and drank his glass of water on the desk. Then he set it back down after slurping down at least an eighth of the full capacity of the drink container, returning to more contemplation. As he sat in the office, he knew that time was crucial and decisive. Foreign intelligence agents could be found in the lands, both before the Kraven Corporation could make a response to an official statement by the Prime Minister of the Union of Southeast Asian Nations and after, however, after the threats were released, the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate (SAID) had been delivering documents to the cabinet and defense ministry that there was likely activity about increased agent operations, even from nations which the Union had not heard from.
Other reports, not counting those from the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate, were from a different sector in the government—the Ministry of the Home Interior. The Home Interior Ministry had been handling reports with the immigration/emigration levels, and the latest report indicated that many were leaving. By the millions. This shall not be good for the economy, and will have to have some sort of effect. Leong thought to himself.
Many were departing, obviously, in fear of their lives. The Big Three states were becoming the primary absorbers to the mass of the human wall that was fleeing the United Sovereign Nations. The Grand Archduchy had been sympathetic to the Union of Southeast Asian Nations and had deployed naval assets by one narrow vote in the Royal Senate. The United Kingdom of Oceania, a state which the leader of the Executive Cabinet of the Federal-Parliamentarian Government long held an admiration for, was assisting….in vacating its nationals out of the country. However, Oceania had become a popular haven for those fleeing—the Home Country of the Indian Islands (formerly at one point known as the Incorporated States of Andaman and Nicobar) were soaking up many Southeast Asians who were desiring to find a new home, permanent or temporary, in fear of their lives.
However, Leong knew, as did the Home Interior Minister, that there were various other nations that his fellow countrymen, who feared for their lives, were heading to as well. This was confirmed as he turned his head around—an Airbus A380, painted in the colors of the Groussherzogliche Fliger Gesellschaft (GFG)—or in English translation, the Grand-Ducal Aviation Company of Van Luxemburg. It was headed off to a city in Van Luxemburg and it was containing not only innocent Van Luxemburgers who were residing in the country and out, but it also contained Southeast Asians who wished to flee the Union in fear of their lives, if not various other nationalities (predominately from countries which were allied to the Grand Duchy or on strong terms with it) which had wished to flee Southeast Asia. With professionalism and coolness, the Van Luxemburger pilot guided the massive Airbus A380 away from Singapore and out. Various other national airport hubs in Southeast Asia would be experiencing such similar situations with the evacuation, as the Kraven forces closed in.
Leong knew that the Kraven Corporation, however, was at work already within Southeast Asia, and determined to pierce through the shell that Southeast Asia was indeed, fixated on the goal to defeat Southeast Asia. Leong was sure that the Southeast Asian Intelligence Directorate, composed of his fellow countrymen, though human, were capable of fanning out whatever threats as finely as they could. However, what they could not do, was keep away thoughts of anxiety. And there was just one other individual, amongst others, who did share feelings of anxiety right at this moment…..
8:55 p.m., Local Time
Changi International Airport
Governmental Terminal
Aircraft Control Tower
Singapore
United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
You know, I sometimes really abhor this occupation. thought the head of the Governmental Terminal’s aircraft control tower. It could have been any minute now. The airplane which would have taken Marcelo Paredes, of the Grand Archduchy of the United Realms of the Hamptonian Empire. The duration of patience seemed to take a perpetual lifetime, it nearly became a Herculean effort for it to even contemplate waiting much longer.
Like the visit of Mark Lorber, the Senior Vice President for External Affairs of the Incorporated States of Sarzonia, the Hamptonian Chief Cabinet Secretary’s visit was meant to be top secret and for now it would have to remain a secret. The man in the Aircraft Control Tower knew this, and all those that did kept their mouths shut about it. Virtually everyone knew that the Hamptonian Empire was significant to world affairs, and Southeast Asia’s economy as well. With the Incorporated States out of the picture, the Big Three states were able to compete more and gain more of the large market of the pie which the United Sovereign Nations had.
But to this, it was an irrelevance to the governmental terminal head in the control tower. He was tired. And it was taking an eternity. He wished he could simply hit the sack, and enjoy a good night’s rest, which he had not received thanks to the Kravenite-Southeast Asian crisis and various other dealings with ambassadors, consulates, and the like, over many days and periods of time. However, it finally occurred.
“Sir?” asked one of the aircraft control tower staff, who was heading it.
“What is it?” he questioned.
“Please call up the Senior Deputy Prime Minister, and please get yourself ready with whatever last minute touch-ups . I’m pulling the jet of the Hamptonian Chief Cabinet Secretary into the runway.”
At last. he thought. It was going to be a long while indeed. While he wouldn’t quite be left off yet, at least the man knew that he was going to be able to get one step closer to rest and relaxation……