NationStates Jolt Archive

Kensington Palace
Kensington, Eurasia
1345 hours

Sir Phillip sat at his desk, meditating. The white papers marshalled themselves into order, regiments of pens lined up along the edges, flanked by computer interfaces, covered by squadrons of data reports. Rotating in his chair, he looked from his office window unto Kensington Bay and the other side of the city. A timid chime rang from the door.

"Enter," commanded Sir Phillip. Elliot Crompton, Minister for Defence, walked in with a stack of papers.

"Sir, I have the reports you requested," stated Elliot weakly, placing them on the desk.

"Good," replied Sir Phillip curtly. He resumed gazing upon the bay.

"Also, the oil embargoes and whatnot are in full effect now, sir. Royal Navy vessels currently are intercepting any Stratorian shipping assets bound for Eurasia," reported Elliot, attempting to gain favour with the Prime Minister.

"That's not good enough," remarked Sir Phillip coldly. "As you are aware, Parliament authorised this government to go to war with Strator this morning; however, that authorisation is not binding - I have the capacity to decide when we go to war. Therefore, I hereby command that the Armed Forces of the Crown be deployed to Strator. Get to work."

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Kensington Palace
Kensington, Eurasia
1432 hours

Sir Phillip stood proudly on the balcony of Kensington Palace, watching a Eurasian attack force set sail for Strator, consisting of five carriers, thirty-five destroyers, twenty-five frigates, fifteen SSNs, fifteen SSBNs, and ten minesweepers. With that fleet, over three hundred thousand troops were bound towards Strator, along with ten squadrons of Eurofighter Typhoons and three squadrons of B2 bombers.

OOC: I need to know a bit about your nation's geography, along with any maps you might have.

We are against this war of yours. While we do oppose slavery, we do not believe that war is the answer to this problem. We will not help you with this war, and we also urge you to find a different way of dealing with this problem.

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We urge you to find a different way of dealing with this problem

OOC:
Wrong tag mang.

1) I am already at war, read slave trade posts
2) You need to tell me first
3) There is no international law and by my law I do nothing wrong
4) Why can't we al just be friends here

OOC:
Wrong tag mang.

OOC; Yes, i noticed, and no, the tag is right, the content is wrong. somehow my clipboard got messed up.

1) I am already at war, read slave trade posts
2) You need to tell me first
3) There is no international law and by my law I do nothing wrong
4) Why can't we al just be friends here

OOC:
1) dosn't matter
2) not really, its more of a curtasy thing but he can just do it at will.
3) dosn't matter
4) heh, if you figure that one out tell the real UN

I'll make an IC post in a little bit

Minister Havez had not slept in over 26 hours. A thin, Kesshite cigarette dangled from his thin lips, saturating his crumpled, orange robe of office with the scent of tobacco and mint. It was getting dark in his office as the sun slid from its post, the cream, clay walls were awash with a deep, bloody splash of color. Below his window, the market noises were lessening from the steady rush to a murmur. Havez could make out the call of a waali - sweetened milk - vender, and the occasional mule or bird cry.

They had found the spy over a month ago in Kayyat Province. He had gone among the farmers and villagers forced to quarry for the rebuilding of the Gentle-Rainfall Manse, and tried to stir up sedition as well as pressed the workers for information on military structures. Like almost every spy that had been caught, he had underestimated the Kesshite villager's suspicion and distrust of everything foreign. The more conservative elements still fought bitterly over anything that interfered with their strict isolationist stance, and they were aided by the shear stagnation of Kesshite society. Their way of life was hundred's of years old, and change was threatening.

The spy had kept silent at first. Idiot. If he had just given them the information they desired, there would have been no need to escalate matters. Eventually he talked, but not before he was damaged in a way that could only be embarrassing to international relations.

Right now his remains were working their way through the back end of fifty-seven of Havez's prize sows. Havez had never been an idealist, but that was just nasty business.

The Minister looked down at the pale parchment on his mahogany desk. The message was terse, contrasting with the elegant black script.

Eurasia embargo Strator. Eurasia attack Strator. Slavery issue.

Stratorian stupidity meets Eurasian hostility. Eurasia could easily smear Stator to a bloody wad, and the Minister wouldn't mind. Running around bragging about one's slave trade was a sure way of getting unnecessary international attention.

Havez tossed the cigarette out his open window. He rubbed his temples. The anti-slavery summit was a direct response to Strator, if there was no Strator then perhaps it would be a puppet summit. Another chance for world leaders to puff their chest up and talk big before going home to the status quo.

He should write a letter. Something short and insipid. Kesshite was a nobody nation, therefore it wrote nothing letters


The nation of Kesshite is disappointed at what it sees as overly aggressive military action by the nation of Eurasia. The death of millions of Stratorian's in the name of human rights, is paradoxical at best.

As the Minister of Foreign Affairs, I urge Eurasia to stand down its decloration of war, and allow cooler heads in international relations to handle the situation with Strator

Minister Havez
[Kayyat Province Seal]

OCC: Strator, I might be willing to help you if my invasion thread doesn't go through.

Its, aight, I can deal with these guys, i kinda just surrendered in the REAL WAR

IC:

The Dominion would like to invite Eurasia to the Anti-Slavery Innocene Summit which is being held within the Vetakan Capital of Theeb. Here Eurasia can present its views and opinions on the subject of slavery.

Yours Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers