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Vetaka, Rogers Island Theeb City, 04:00:

The Anti-Slavery Innocence Summit was Vetaka's first time at hosting an International Conference. Soon Leaders and people of Great importance from nations far and wide would be heading to and arriving within Vetaka and its Capital City of Theeb. As a result the Vetakan Defence Force and Police Force had increased their security presence across the country but especially within the Capital.

The Theeb Capital Police Force had a highly visible presence throughout the city in full battle gear with Assualt Rifles Officers patrolled. Intelligence suggested a Protest against Strator was to gather in Freedom Square which lay just a quarter of a mile from where the Conference and Delegates where staying and taking place. At this early hour the square was deserted however should a protest take place. The Vetakan Government would allow it and encourage it for Democracy Sake however the Vetakan Police and Riot Units would be at every exit and undercover agents would inflitrate the crowd.

The Vetakan Military had limited public access to the Presidential Palace, Hotel Square and some surrounding areas army units including infantry, APC's Tanks and Humvees where all deployed and Road Block Stop Points where in operation. The Airspace above Rogers Island and Theeb was now being patrolled by Apache Gunships, F-22 Raptors and Rapid Response Blackhawks with troops to deploy to any trouble spots. The Vetakan Navy had deployed and where guarding the enterance to Theeb Harbour and where also guarding and patrolling the surrounding coastline.

The scene was set and all that remained was for the delegates to arrive and the Conference could begin
----------------------Conference Timetable--------------------------------
The Summit has no time limit. Attached below is a timetable of the summit. This includes locations. As I say their is no time limit so this timetable is not strictly limited:

Day 1 09:00: Summit Welcome

A chance for all delegates to meet and greet eachother as well as to explore the Vetakan Presidential Palace. A chance to meet the Vetakan Govenments Cabinet. Light Breakfast Offered.

Day 1 10:00: The Dominion of Vetaka Official Position on Slavery:

The President of Vetaka presents Vetaka's official position of Slavery, Slaves and Torture. The Presentation will also includes Vetaka's ideas for slavery. Delegates will have the chance to ask questions and argue their own points.

Day 1 11:30: Slavery through the eyes of a Slave:

A Presentation on Slavery through the eyes of a freed Slave. Bridget Smith is a 21 year old women whom was a slave within the Dominion of Strator she was able to escape aboard a Vetakan Cargo Ship. She gives a slaves insight into slavery. Delegates will have the chance to ask questions.

Day 1 12:30: Lunch

Delegates have lunch within the Great Hall of the Presidential Palace. Delegates have the oppotunity to order anything they like within reason. Traditional National Dishes can be catered for if delegations can inform Us of this. Alternatively a traditional Vetakan 3 course meal is offered. Please contact for details. We encourage delegations to mingle and talk.

Day 1 14:00: An Insight into The Dominion of Strator and its view on Slavery:

The Summit is able to present a 30 Minute Presentation by the The Dominion of Strator on its Slaves and its Storefront. Delegates will then have the oppotunity to ask questions. (Unconfirmed)

Day 1 15:00: Questions

An open floor, will allow all Delegates to move around talk to eachother but also to ask each of the Timetabled speakers questions as well as argue their own points. We have allocated 2 hours for this segment and this is a free to leave segment. You are able to leave at any time.

Day 1 19:30: Dinner with the President

The President hosts a Formal dinner within the Presidential Palace. The Dinner is a formal event so Ball Dress and Dinner Suits are mandatory. The Dinner will be attended by the Delegates, Invited persons (Freed Slaves and other) Vetakan Cabinet and Select Military Commanders. We hope this will allow delegates to talk within a relaxed enviroment. The event will include a dinner, open ball room dance floor, the chance to exlpore the Presidential Palace and the Vetakan Capital of Theeb. It will also include a charity Auction for the Anti-Slave Charity "Freedom".

All segments are volantary and delegates are free to leave at any time. This is just an outline and is not locked please take as long as you like in your questions and your time while at the Summit.

Day 2 09:00: Light Breakfast with the Forigen Secretary

Delegates are offered breakfast within the Presidential Palace hosted by the Vetakan Forigen Secretary. This will again give the delegates the chance to talk.

Day 2 10:00: President of Vetaka proposes a Solution

The Dominion of Vetaka President unveils a proposed solution to Slavery in the form of the "The Freedom Charter". The President will explain every Article and its meaning.

Day 2 11:00: The Open Discussion and Lunch

Delegates discuss the proposed Charter. Propose Amendments and hopefully achieve a fully accepted Charter.

Day 2 15:00: Press Conference and Photoshoot

Delegates talk to the press at first within an open room and then at a set traditional style Press Conference. The Delegates will then hopefully pose for a picture of unity.

The Official Timetable ends here The Dominion is commited to providing as much time as nessary we hope the Charter can be fully accepted. Delegations are welcome to bring their own security. Due to space issues only 5 Security Personnel will be allowed to enter the Presidential Palace. General Security will be provided by the Vetakan Defence Force and the Vetakan Police.
-----------------------Attending Nations----------------------------------
Nations whom will be attending:

Vault 10
The Dictatorship of Danno10
The Imperial Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos
The United States of Cookesland
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
The Federation of Aunesia
The United Socialist States of Wagdog
The Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis
The Empire of Gataway
The Theocracy of Kesshite
The Empire of Nuevo Italia
The Federation of Animarnia
The Democratic Capitalist Empire of Swilatia
The Dark Empire of Shazbotdom
The Kingdom of Smantle
The Empire of Alexandrian Ptolemais (Not Official Delegation)
The Dominion of Strator
The National Socialist State of Skgorria
The Armed Republic of Silver Star HQ
The Honourable people of Aust
The Federal Republic Of Hamilay
The Imperial Realm of Axis Nova
The Foundation of Terran Tribes
The Corporate Alliance delegate from The Republic of the Red Islands
The Republic of Ironwell


ooc: this is still open really if you wish to attend register your attenance here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=518534) here and just turn up.

The Il-86 Camber operating under the callsign "Red Army Air Force Two" flared upward as it came in for landing at Theeb's international airport. Once safely taxied and landed, both Secretary of State Rilir Alarion nos Carthir and Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich moved through customs with only slight delays, mostly borne of inexperience in this sort of thing for their first international conference as well.
Walking through the terminal while reading the itinerary, Rilir scowled; bringing his trimmed, full beard of red hair to match his flowing locks thereof in bristling. "This right here bodes ill, ma'am. Scheduling the open questioning so soon after the unfortunate Ms. Bridget Smith and the infamous Strator both give their own... opinionated presentations." The elf foresaw trouble ahead, most likely once Strator had finished making himself look like a complete barbarian and thought he was home free to hobnob with everybody else.
"And you think this could lead to violence; eh, Rilir?" Christine queried like some aggressive domme of a high-school queen bee eager for a good fight; especially so if she, naturally, were the cause of it. "Perhaps some proverbial 'ear biting,' yes?"
"Indeed ma'am. It pains me to suggest this," Rilir himself probably despised Strator more than anyone in the Wagdoggie government besides the Education Secretary; and that only because he had seen enough of Strator's type to understand the limits of what you could beat into them, something Comrade Justina Stephens apparently chose to ignore in her principled vehemence. "But perhaps we should suggest to the Vetakans that Ms. Smith and Strator be kept separate by security?"
"No, Rilir." Christine got a wicked grin on her face as they approached the baggage claim. "Let's let Strator sweat a bit about one of his ex-slaves possibly taking a shot at him first." She felt him a little toad at best herself, but like Rilir also understood that Strator's ilk had to be shown an explicit self-interest in cooperating with you existed; if not by your hand, than someone else's. Preferably, someone uninvolved for the sake of plausible deniability. "Then he'll be begging us to argue for the terms of peace we propose instead of handing him over to the Coalition." Much less Bridget...
Christine Friedrich took Rilir's inhalation and closing eyes as a sign of assent, and went about looking for her favorite tote. If this airport loses that, I'll probably make Ms. Smith look happy by comaprison. Eventually, the bag showed and they went on their way to claim their assigned diplomatic vehicle...

OOC: I'm not sure you should say you're 'honoured' to show a presentation by Strator :p

The steady thud of the Mi-26 Halo's rotor blades as well as its two Zenith MHX-20 gunship escorts echoed over Theeb skies. All three aircraft were painted snow white with the navy blue stripe denoting association with the upper echelons of Hamilay's government and the Republican Guards. The President yawned, leaned back in his seat and took another swig of his drink. This was the first international conference Hamilay had attended for a little while now, and it was good to get out of the country for a bit again.
"Sir, we're beginning our approach to Theeb Airport, and we should be landing in about ten minutes once our clearance gets through."
The President waved his acknowledgement and returned to his game of solitaire.
"Come in Theeb Tower. This is the Federal Republic of Hamilay delegation aircraft plus two additional escorts, callsign Courier Three, repeat Courier Three. Requesting directions to helicopter landing areas to accommodate an Mi-26 Halo as well as two mid-size gunships. Over and out."

A small, modest stealth fighter approached the airport, requesting permission to land.

Soon it touched the ground, quietly stopped and taxied away from the runway. A relatively young man, wearing an apparel resembling a business suit, but clearly more flexible, jumped out of the cockpit and soon walked through the terminal. He took a light beer at the bar and sat down at the table next to the balcony, overlooking the entrance.

Theeb International Airport:

Stephanie Jones had joined Vetakan Forigen Affairs when she was 18 back then she was just an Administration Officer however using her clever abilities and her stunning good looks. She was now 23 and had managed to gain a very high ranking job. It was very well known that Ms Jones had slept with more members of the Political Elite than a fat man eats pies. In no other terms she was a slut who had got where she was not by merit but by how loud she could scream. Today she stood in the Arrivals VIP Lounge of Theeb International awaiting the arrival of the First Delegation that being that from Wardog. She wore a very short leather skirt. A very revealing top, black suit like jacket and very black secretary like glasses.

She stood infront of two VDF Diplomatic Guards whom couldn't help but stare at her backside. It was then that the automatic doors slid open and the Wardog Delegation where shown in. The Delegates moved into room. Smiling Ms Jones spoke:

"Good Morning Welcome to Vetaka. I am Miss Stephanie Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department. Before we leave the Airport im afarid we just need to do some standard Admin. Please can I check your Passports and can you sign these forms. The form is just your agreement to your Level 1 Security Diplomatic Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted to carry personal weapons. Please just tick the relvant box on the Form. Once that is completed you will board your Escorted Limo to your 6 Star Hotel. Any questions?

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Theeb International Airport, Control Tower Rhino:

"Courier Three this is Theeb International Control Tower Callsign Rhino. Please proceed to Halo Landing Zone 2. Sending Co-Ordinates now. Their you will be met by an Offical whom will escort you straight to the VIP Lounge. Where you will be met by Chief Diplomatic Officer Ms Jones whom will sort all of the Admin Skills." instructed the Tower Operator

"Courier Three do you copy?"

OOC: Yea I see what you mean by honoured ill change it. He hasn't confirmed he would yet.

OOC: Liking the sophistication.

A small, modest stealth fighter approached the airport, requesting permission to land.

Soon it touched the ground, quietly stopped and taxied away from the runway. A relatively young man, wearing an apparel resembling a business suit, but clearly more flexible, jumped out of the cockpit and soon walked through the terminal. He took a light beer at the bar and sat down at the table next to the balcony, overlooking the entrance.


It took Ms Jones 20 minutes to find the Vault 10 Delegate whom by now was sipping a drink from the balcony bar as she saw him. He was quite attractive as a result Ms Jones was very friendly. She sat down and slid the man a forms while moving her shoe up and down the inside of his leg:

"Good Morning I am Ms Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department Before we leave the Airport im afarid we just need to do some standard Admin. Please can I check your Passport and can you sign these forms. The form is just your agreement to your Level 1 Security Diplomatic Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted to carry personal weapons. Please just tick the relvant box on the Form. Once that is completed you will board your Escorted Limo to your 6 Star Hotel. Any questions?"

Michael Lambert watched the Hamilayan Mi-26 approaching, and thought out ways to meet the delegation before the summit.

"Slavery... An interesting question" - he thought. - "Most of the people are slaves to the system. So it may be just about the ways. And aren't companies using slave labor slaves themselves, to the economic system favoring ones who have the lowest expenses for the profit? And yet there must be a difference..."

An attractive young... well, maybe really a lady, but still a pretty young woman, dressed with just the notion of formality, came close and sat across him.

- "One moment" - he replied with a smile, took out his passport, and, after just an instant glance at the documents, signed them, not really taking his look away from Ms.Jones. - "Could you ask the driver to go a little faster than usual?"

"You can ask him yourself Mr Lambert. He is an ex-pursuit officer of the Vetakan Police Force. Everything is in order with your paperwork. He is located within parking bay B of the VIP Secure Car hold. When you are ready and have finished your drink please proceed to the VIP Lounge and you will be escorted to the Car Hold."

She looked into his eyes and slid him a buisness card across the table. Smiling she said in a very flirtaious manner:

"If you require any further help or require more information please give me ring."

She stood up and then bent over deliberatly to pick up her bag then turning on her heel she left the bar to meet the next delegation.

[ OOC: Just in case: Don't worry, there's nothing hostile planned, they actually know each other (an old story).
Also, if there's a change of plans, like staying for long in the lounge, tell me and I can change it. ]


"Ah, so we part ways here" - he said with a bit of theatrical twist.
Watching her leave, in ten seconds he took the last gulp, put the empty mug aside, and, quite fast but without attracting attention, went to the VIP Lounge.

Michael looked around, noticed Hamilayans leaving, and quickly proceeded to the garage.
As he got into the limo, he nodded in a greeting to the the driver, and pointed in the direction of exit, where the car with Hamilay delegation left just as he entered.
"Could you get to the side of that car?" - he asked the driver, as the engine quietly started. - "Just a small personal thing."

[ OOC: Just in case: Don't worry, there's nothing hostile planned, they actually know each other (an old story).
Also, if there's a change of plans, like staying for long in the lounge, tell me and I can change it. ]


"Ah, so we part ways here" - he said with a bit of theatrical twist.
Watching her leave, in ten seconds he took the last gulp, put the empty mug aside, and, quite fast but without attracting attention, went to the VIP Lounge.

Michael looked around, noticed Hamilayans leaving, and quickly proceeded to the garage.
As he got into the limo, he nodded in a greeting to the the driver, and pointed in the direction of exit, where the car with Hamilay delegation left just as he entered.
"Could you get to the side of that car?" - he asked the driver, as the engine quietly started. - "Just a small personal thing."

OOC: Its Fine.

As the Vault 10 Delegation got into the Limo. The Driver was ex-police pursuit officer Micheal Borland. Once the Delegate introduced himself and asked him the request. Borland was more than happy to oblidge him. Since his retirement he longed to be back behind the wheel of a chase. The car wasnt really limo it was a converted Lexus. Borland turned to his passenger and jokingly asked:

"Which Side of the Car Sir?" with a cheeky smile

The lexus quietly started and then sped away. Mr Borland very happy to have an excuse to drive like a maniac. The Lexus sped through the streets of Theeb darting in and out of cars. Weaving through the streets. It didn't take long for borland to catch up. He pulled up next to the Limo and held his positon and then calmly spoke to Lambert:

"The Electric Window switch is the one below the air con switch."

The Yunshuji Y-7 slowly came to a rest on the runway with little more markings then a Rovonian Registration.

The ladder extended and a man walked out in full dress uniform. A patch sat on his shoulder with a Corporate Alliance logo, his ceremonial Katana sat at his side as his cape blew on his wind as he turned back toward the plane.

The propellers quit churning the air and his cape came down, and his hand left his beret. The flight attendant watched as she licked her lips. He smiled and walked down waving. She cupped her hands around her mouth, remembering not to smear her cherry red lipstick and yelled at Cpt. Victor Sortana as he stepped onto the tarmac.

"I'll be on the return flight when you charter us again!"

He turned quickly, showing his military precision, his shoes shined in the light, and blew a solitary kiss.

The ladder moved from the plane as the door was sealed shut and the propellers began powering up and the Y-7 returned to the air.

He watched the plane leave, his cape again blowing in the wind as he turned toward the limo approaching him.

The Yunshuji Y-7 slowly came to a rest on the runway with little more markings then a Rovonian Registration.

The ladder extended and a man walked out in full dress uniform. A patch sat on his shoulder with a Corporate Alliance logo, his ceremonial Katana sat at his side as his cape blew on his wind as he turned back toward the plane.

The propellers quit churning the air and his cape came down, and his hand left his beret. The flight attendant watched as she licked her lips. He smiled and walked down waving. She cupped her hands around her mouth, remembering not to smear her cherry red lipstick and yelled at Cpt. Victor Sortana as he stepped onto the tarmac.

"I'll be on the return flight when you charter us again!"

He turned quickly, showing his military precision, his shoes shined in the light, and blew a solitary kiss.

The ladder moved from the plane as the door was sealed shut and the propellers began powering up and the Y-7 returned to the air.

He watched the plane leave, his cape again blowing in the wind as he turned toward the limo approaching him.

As the Limo approached the Lone Man it stopped in front of him a man exited from the front and opened a rear door a women of pure beauty exited she was 23 year old Ms Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department. She was infamous within Vetakan Politics for sleeping with more High Ranking Vetakan Man than anybody else. This was probably the main reason for her success. She wore a short black leather skirt, a revealing black top, a suit like jacket and black sexy secretary like glasses. Again like the Vault 10 delegate the man was very attractive with his sword. She walked towards him and offered her hand:

"Good Morning, I am Ms Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department glad that you can make it. Im sorry but we just have some small paperwork. Please can I check your Passport or Identification and can you sign this. The form is your agreement to your Level 1 Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted personal weapons please tick the relvant box on the form." she said this while smiling.

Then she deliberatly dropped her pen so that she could bend down and show the attractive soilder how talented she was.

As the Limo approached the Lone Man it stopped in front of him a man exited from the front and opened a rear door a women of pure beauty exited she was 23 year old Ms Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department. She was infamous within Vetakan Politics for sleeping with more High Ranking Vetakan Man than anybody else. This was probably the main reason for her success. She wore a short black leather skirt, a revealing black top, a suit like jacket and black sexy secretary like glasses. Again like the Vault 10 delegate the man was very attractive with his sword. She walked towards him and offered her hand:

"Good Morning, I am Ms Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department glad that you can make it. Im sorry but we just have some small paperwork. Please can I check your Passport or Identification and can you sign this. The form is your agreement to your Level 1 Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted personal weapons please tick the relvant box on the form." she said this while smiling.

Then she deliberatly dropped her pen so that she could bend down and show the attractive soilder how talented she was.

Cpt. Sortana smiled, obviously Foreign Affairs wanted its name to be more literal. This fancy little tart was some sort of gift from the Gods and he was an eager beaver so to speak.

"Thank you for the forms, all I have here is my trusty katana, only used it once."

He handed over his passport, a dull rust red with his picture and the words Diplomat stamped under PASSPORT. Inside there were stamps from all over the world with a variety of phone numbers under each.

He watched her bend down, and stared, he kept cheery and polite.

As he filled out the forms he turned toward the limo, and asked Ms. Jones a question.

"Can the driver see us, or can we be more alone inside?"

[ OOC: Just in case, the delegation is just one man - a Coordinator Council member. This isn't much, but there may be some plans besides the summit... ]

Michael pressed the button, and the window slowly opened, showing the Hamilay's limo right across. "Keep close" - he told to Borland and pressed another button nearby, isolating the passengers' section. Turning to the window, he waved a small folder.

Soon, the window opened in the other limo.
"Glad to see you" - Lambert greeted the Hamilayan president and passed him the folder. "GSMDP business."
The noise around was considerable, but not as loud for two men a foot in between not to hear each other, even speaking quietly.
- "We've completed half of the Block II, here are the orbits data. And some plans concerning Strator. Try to meet me again later."

OOC: repost with slight edit...

Vetakan radar operators would detect an incoming IL-76 bearing a Skgorrian IFF signal. Identifying itself as carrying one Herman Yuklig and security who was due to represent Skgorria at the Slavery Conference, the plane was landed with practiced ease and taxied to the indicated area on the tarmac. When the plane had come to a halt, the rear door lifted open and a BMP-3 APC drove out, followed by six men. Five of them were in the dress uniform of the Skgorrian Army and whilst were not openly carrying weapons, pistols were located in the holsters on their hips. The other man was dressed in a sharp black suit with a white shirt and black tie, the only bright colour on him was the red armband bearing a black swastika on a white background on his left arm.
"Orders, Herr Yuklig?" one of the soldiers asked the suited man, who in turn reached into his suit jacket pocket and put on a pair of sunglasses.
"We wait for our escort," Yuklig answered in a dour manner, casting his gaze around the tarmac and attempting to see if anyone was coming. He expected some response, even if it was simply an alarmed one from airport security at his bringing a small tank onto their tarmac.

Cpt. Sortana smiled, obviously Foreign Affairs wanted its name to be more literal. This fancy little tart was some sort of gift from the Gods and he was an eager beaver so to speak.

"Thank you for the forms, all I have here is my trusty katana, only used it once."

He handed over his passport, a dull rust red with his picture and the words Diplomat stamped under PASSPORT. Inside there were stamps from all over the world with a variety of phone numbers under each.

He watched her bend down, and stared, he kept cheery and polite.

As he filled out the forms he turned toward the limo, and asked Ms. Jones a question.

"Can the driver see us, or can we be more alone inside?"

IC:

Blushing at this attractive solider she smiled:

"The back of the limo is soundproofed and has one way glass please get in and I can give you a tour of the Airport as it where. Besides I don't fancy the walk back to the terminal."

She took the forms from his hands trying to be as suductive as she could. She then turned on her heel and beckoned the man back to the Limo. The both boarded. She sound proofed the back compartment and the Limo moved slowly off.

OOC: repost with slight edit...

Vetakan radar operators would detect an incoming IL-76 bearing a Skgorrian IFF signal. Identifying itself as carrying one Herman Yuklig and security who was due to represent Skgorria at the Slavery Conference, the plane was landed with practiced ease and taxied to the indicated area on the tarmac. When the plane had come to a halt, the rear door lifted open and a BMP-3 APC drove out, followed by six men. Five of them were in the dress uniform of the Skgorrian Army and whilst were not openly carrying weapons, pistols were located in the holsters on their hips. The other man was dressed in a sharp black suit with a white shirt and black tie, the only bright colour on him was the red armband bearing a black swastika on a white background on his left arm.
"Orders, Herr Yuklig?" one of the soldiers asked the suited man, who in turn reached into his suit jacket pocket and put on a pair of sunglasses.
"We wait for our escort," Yuklig answered in a dour manner, casting his gaze around the tarmac and attempting to see if anyone was coming. He expected some response, even if it was simply an alarmed one from airport security at his bringing a small tank onto their tarmac.

IC:

A Black Limo made its way slowly towards the Aircraft it pulled up next to the plane a soilder exited the front an opened a rear door. A young gentleman of 23 in a black suit with no tie exited walked towards the APC and smiled. He was Darren Beech of Vetakan Forigen Affairs he now similed at a man in a very sharp black suit. He was practically colourless besides his armband:

"Good Morning, I am Darren Beech of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. Welcome to Vetaka I hope you had a pleasent Flight oh and very nice Tank. Before you carry on just some small Admin. Please can I see your Passport or Identification and can you sign this form. Its just your agreement to you and your mens Level 1 Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted to carry weapons please tick the relavant box. What is with the tank is that your personal travel or can I have it stored within Theeb Military Base?"

IC:

Blushing at this attractive solider she smiled:

"The back of the limo is soundproofed and has one way glass please get in and I can give you a tour of the Airport as it where. Besides I don't fancy the walk back to the terminal."

She took the forms from his hands trying to be as suductive as she could. She then turned on her heel and beckoned the man back to the Limo. The both boarded. She sound proofed the back compartment and the Limo moved slowly off.

He looked her over and leaned in a bit closer. How far could he go? Should he? Maybe it was a intelligence trap, to get information out of him. Then by all means he should go all the way.

He leaned toward the minibar and pulled out some bottles. He discarded them, one after another until arriving upon a bottle of champagne that wasn't the kind you find in the discount bin at a liquor store. He poured out two glasses, one for him and for her and he smiled.

Cockpit; Oro Unu (AAF-001)
Approaching Theeb International Airport; 0800 Hours

"Rhino Tower, this is Oro-001, requesting permission for final approach, over."

"Rhino Tower to Oro-001, you are cleared to land, over"

"This is Oro-001. Commencing final approach,"

Nearby; on the airport

Alison Campbell, the designated Liason Officer for the upcoming visit by President Rolands to the Vetakan conference sat waiting in the passenger seat of one of the embassy's Volkswagen Phaetons', waiting for the President's plane, the Oro Unu to arrive. She was hardly likely to miss it; it being bright orange, after all.

Turning to look out of her door window, she triple-checked the readiness of the waiting motorcade, flown in yesterday. The Bentley Continental Flying Spur in the centre, flanked by two black Toyota Fortuners, and followed by a further two Toyota Innovas, similarly black - the Secret Service vehicles. A Strator police escort had been requested, also.

Good. Everything was in place. She turned in her seat to face Ambassador Reynolds, who was to meet the President upon her arrival. "Any moment now, ambassador,"

"Thank you, Alison. I'll be glad when all this is over, you know...the embassy is far too overcrowded at the moment. Although, I don't envy you this week...I doubt you'll have a moment's relief until she's back in international airspace!"

Alison smiled, before turning back in her chair; she could hear the approaching roar that could only be created by eight jet engines working together. Bending forwards, she looked up and along the runway. Sure enough, her line of vision became filled by orange fuselage. The plane came lower and lower, slowly descending onto its rear undercarriage, touching down...the brakes were applied, the plane slowing rapidly as it approached the end of the runway.

Alison turned and gave a double thumbs-up to the lead driver of the motorcade, before turning and nodding for her own driver to follow the enormous jet down the slip road alongside the runway, stopping on the left side of the plane, as it finally came to a stop, and powered down. Steps were maneuvered to the front door, as Ambassador Reynolds was let out of the car by the driver, with Alison heading towards the waiting bureaucrats armed with clipboards and the paper work she and members of the President's staff would have to spend the next few minutes completing, while the President headed off for breakfast.

The doors of the Oro Unu opened, and the President stepped out, waving to the few nearby members of the press. Stepping down, she smiled and shook the hand of her Ambassador, before turning to face the Strator representative who approached her.

Theeb International Airport:

Stephanie Jones had joined Vetakan Forigen Affairs when she was 18 back then she was just an Administration Officer however using her clever abilities and her stunning good looks. She was now 23 and had managed to gain a very high ranking job. It was very well known that Ms Jones had slept with more members of the Political Elite than a fat man eats pies. In no other terms she was a slut who had got where she was not by merit but by how loud she could scream. Today she stood in the Arrivals VIP Lounge of Theeb International awaiting the arrival of the First Delegation that being that from Wardog. She wore a very short leather skirt. A very revealing top, black suit like jacket and very black secretary like glasses.

She stood infront of two VDF Diplomatic Guards whom couldn't help but stare at her backside. It was then that the automatic doors slid open and the Wardog Delegation where shown in. The Delegates moved into room. Smiling Ms Jones spoke:

"Good Morning Welcome to Vetaka. I am Miss Stephanie Jones of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department. Before we leave the Airport im afarid we just need to do some standard Admin. Please can I check your Passports and can you sign these forms. The form is just your agreement to your Level 1 Security Diplomatic Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. You are permitted to carry personal weapons. Please just tick the relvant box on the Form. Once that is completed you will board your Escorted Limo to your 6 Star Hotel. Any questions?

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Theeb International Airport, Control Tower Rhino:

"Courier Three this is Theeb International Control Tower Callsign Rhino. Please proceed to Halo Landing Zone 2. Sending Co-Ordinates now. Their you will be met by an Offical whom will escort you straight to the VIP Lounge. Where you will be met by Chief Diplomatic Officer Ms Jones whom will sort all of the Admin Skills." instructed the Tower Operator

"Courier Three do you copy?"

OOC: Yea I see what you mean by honoured ill change it. He hasn't confirmed he would yet.
OOC: Interesting... Sorry for the delay, I'll just throw in some retrospective bits OK?

IC: "Madam?" Rilir almost never used Comrade unless protocol demanded it; being easily the most conservative member of the Revolutionary Command Council even if not blinkered. "What do you find so amusing?" The drive to the hotel from the airport would be over soon.
"Hm?" Deputy General Secretary Christine queried for a second before catching, and then guffawed. "That Ms. Jones woman. Let's just say, I think we have a friend in Vetakan Foreign Affairs..." She then flashed a smile equal parts innocent and predatory, as only she could. There had been no questions, Rilir having accepted Jones Proposals before returning to the plane for his Noldorin dagger while Christine had picked up her P-64 9mm Makarov caliber automatic pistol, holstering it in a concealed suit pocket beside a spare 6-round magazine.
Upon hearing her remark, Rilir curtly turned his eyes away and watched the road. Unbelievable. Such... would never be an issue for an Elven lady, of home or manor. Whether in terms of blackmail or... other things, it simply wouldn't enter into our cultural mindset. He didn't let that objection apply to the humans of course, but that didn't mean he approved of the habits of Mankind all the same. But then again, this is the Fifth Age after all...
Rilir then looked at Christine Friedrich, who like the decades younger (if only years so in appearance) Mrs. Jones had indeed only gotten to her present power because of her beauty as well. Christine's ardent leftist views and plainly pretty appearance had netted her mostly suspicion and isolation during two years at a conservative 'party college' in the South; before the fateful day she dropped out with her live-in boyfriend, the man now known only by the alias Carolinus Horridus, and started Wagdog's revolution far away in the islands as a lovers' suicide pact. She was the kind of woman who could certainly speak in terms of blackmail when saying the above, and might not be afraid to even supply the material involved herself; if the various rumors about the General Secretary and his wife/deputy's intimate lives were any indication.
Believing firmly that "gentlmen don't read each others' mail" in matters other than war or diplomacy as such, much less ladies' mail, Rilir allowed the droning passage of the street signs to calm him as he let the matter drop. They'd be at the hotel soon; the thickening ranks of Vetakans in the stately Freedom Square, protesting Stratorian cruelty in neither uncertain nor civil terms as the local police tried to hold them at bay, testified to that without need for comment.

Cockpit; Oro Unu (AAF-001)
Approaching Theeb International Airport; 0800 Hours

"Rhino Tower, this is Oro-001, requesting permission for final approach, over."

"Rhino Tower to Oro-001, you are cleared to land, over"

"This is Oro-001. Commencing final approach,"

Nearby; on the airport

Alison Campbell, the designated Liason Officer for the upcoming visit by President Rolands to the Vetakan conference sat waiting in the passenger seat of one of the embassy's Volkswagen Phaetons', waiting for the President's plane, the Oro Unu to arrive. She was hardly likely to miss it; it being bright orange, after all.

Turning to look out of her door window, she triple-checked the readiness of the waiting motorcade, flown in yesterday. The Bentley Continental Flying Spur in the centre, flanked by two black Toyota Fortuners, and followed by a further two Toyota Innovas, similarly black - the Secret Service vehicles. A Strator police escort had been requested, also.

Good. Everything was in place. She turned in her seat to face Ambassador Reynolds, who was to meet the President upon her arrival. "Any moment now, ambassador,"

"Thank you, Alison. I'll be glad when all this is over, you know...the embassy is far too overcrowded at the moment. Although, I don't envy you this week...I doubt you'll have a moment's relief until she's back in international airspace!"

Alison smiled, before turning back in her chair; she could hear the approaching roar that could only be created by eight jet engines working together. Bending forwards, she looked up and along the runway. Sure enough, her line of vision became filled by orange fuselage. The plane came lower and lower, slowly descending onto its rear undercarriage, touching down...the brakes were applied, the plane slowing rapidly as it approached the end of the runway.

Alison turned and gave a double thumbs-up to the lead driver of the motorcade, before turning and nodding for her own driver to follow the enormous jet down the slip road alongside the runway, stopping on the left side of the plane, as it finally came to a stop, and powered down. Steps were maneuvered to the front door, as Ambassador Reynolds was let out of the car by the driver, with Alison heading towards the waiting bureaucrats armed with clipboards and the paper work she and members of the President's staff would have to spend the next few minutes completing, while the President headed off for breakfast.

The doors of the Oro Unu opened, and the President stepped out, waving to the few nearby members of the press. Stepping down, she smiled and shook the hand of her Ambassador, before turning to face the Strator representative who approached her.

OOC: Cheers for RPing the landing.

IC:

Because the Aunesian President was attending this Conference. The Vetakan Military had taken no chances. The Vetakan Military patrolled the airport and looked on as the Diplomats met and greeted eachother. As the Aunesian President greeted her own diplomatic embassy staff. The Vetakan meeting party waited for her slightly. Because of Vetaka-Aunesia relations and the respect Vetaka had for Aunesia the Vetakan meeting party was chaired by the Vetakan Forigen Secretary herself. She was Scarlet Rogers in a very sharp well tailored suit she approached the Aunesian President. She cleared her throat and shouted over the noise:

"Good Morning Ms Rowlands I am Scarlet Rogers Forigen Secretary of Vetaka. Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I hope you had a pleasent trip and might I say a trully stunning mode of transport you have their. First of all I must apologise on behalf of the Vetakan President he intended to meet you himself however you know how it is other buisness and what not. Your motorcade is waiting for you behind you . You have a Police/Army Escort all of the road routes will be cleared for you. Also please do not be alarmed F-22 Raptors, Apache Gunships and Rapid Response Blackhawks will all be flying and guarding your route. I will be in touch. Do you have any questions?"

"Only that I hope you received my notice regarding the Strator Presentation," replied Rolands, smiling. "Might I also introduce the Foreign Secretary, Alexander Short...he will be accompanying me during the conference,"

Just outside Theebs International

" Rhino Tower this is GA-156 requesting permission to land"

"Permission Granted GA-156 runway 123 is all yours"

"Roger that Rhino tower."

The Falcon 900ex sailed through the sky before touching down softly much to the delight of Mr. Kulls who had been nervous since the plane left the runway back home. This was Kull's first international assignment and although he was a "rookie" ambassador compared to others on an international level he had great drive and could give a firey, very persuasive speech.

The Plane taxied up to the terminal Mr. Kulls grabbed his paper latent brief case breathing another sigh of relief for being back on the ground before making his way off the plane and through the terminal..upon leaving the Terminal he was escorted to a VIP waiting room by several Vetakan security officers. He happened to glance out the window as they walked and took notice of the high level of Vetakan military involvement around the area, obviously there were going to be some very high profile characters at the summit and Kulls knew this would be a career oppurtunity to impress both his government as well as his counter parts from other nations.

Shogun Nakamura Taiki stood hunched over between the two pilots of his personal transport plane, a heavily modified B-52. Lost in fascination, he was staring at the (mostly) digitized control panel like a child. It was rather humorous to watch him, because he was actually between 28 and 31, depending on whom he was talking to.

"Ummm...Your Excellency...don't you think it'd be better if you sat down now?" the pilot asked him. "We're going to try landing now..."
"What? You're not going to offer to let me try?" he asked innocently.
"NO!" the pilot and co-pilot responded simultaneously. They had let him try flying earlier, and they both swore that they'd never let him try it again.
"Err...Shouldn't you go over some notes on the conferrence instead?" asked the co-pilot cautiously. With that, the whole reason for being there came back to the shogun.
"Oh...right...yes, thank you. Please don't distract me again," he said, straightening up and pushing his round glasses back up his nose. He turned and left the cockpit, nearly catching his long tail of hair in the sliding door. Both pilots sighed in relief. Both were looking forward to a large cooler of sake they had in the crew area.

"Rhino, this is Pschycotian Transport, call-sign "crusnik", bearing Shogun Nakamura for the Anti-Slavery Summit. Requesting permission to land, over."

Just outside Theebs International

" Rhino Tower this is GA-156 requesting permission to land"

"Permission Granted GA-156 runway 123 is all yours"

"Roger that Rhino tower."

The Falcon 900ex sailed through the sky before touching down softly much to the delight of Mr. Kulls who had been nervous since the plane left the runway back home. This was Kull's first international assignment and although he was a "rookie" ambassador compared to others on an international level he had great drive and could give a firey, very persuasive speech.

The Plane taxied up to the terminal Mr. Kulls grabbed his paper latent brief case breathing another sigh of relief for being back on the ground before making his way off the plane and through the terminal..upon leaving the Terminal he was escorted to a VIP waiting room by several Vetakan security officers. He happened to glance out the window as they walked and took notice of the high level of Vetakan military involvement around the area, obviously there were going to be some very high profile characters at the summit and Kulls knew this would be a career oppurtunity to impress both his government as well as his counter parts from other nations.

IC:
Vetakan Military deployments within Theeb and the surrounding area where massive. Actual facts where classified however estimates ranged from 3,000 to 10,000 personnel. With this being Vetaka's first International Conference they where taking no chances. Security was top priority. As the Gatawan Plane taxied to a hault and its occupants decended onto the tarmac. They where met by their Vetakan Forigen Affairs Offical. A man in a very smart black suit smiled and shook the Gatawan lead delgate:

"Good Morning. Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I am Darren Andrews of the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department. Before you board your transport. I just need to check your passport or identification and to get you to sign a form. The form is your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant box on the form. Do you have any questions Sir?"

Shogun Nakamura Taiki stood hunched over between the two pilots of his personal transport plane, a heavily modified B-52. Lost in fascination, he was staring at the (mostly) digitized control panel like a child. It was rather humorous to watch him, because he was actually between 28 and 31, depending on whom he was talking to.

"Ummm...Your Excellency...don't you think it'd be better if you sat down now?" the pilot asked him. "We're going to try landing now..."
"What? You're not going to offer to let me try?" he asked innocently.
"NO!" the pilot and co-pilot responded simultaneously. They had let him try flying earlier, and they both swore that they'd never let him try it again.
"Err...Shouldn't you go over some notes on the conferrence instead?" asked the co-pilot cautiously. With that, the whole reason for being there came back to the shogun.
"Oh...right...yes, thank you. Please don't distract me again," he said, straightening up and pushing his round glasses back up his nose. He turned and left the cockpit, nearly catching his long tail of hair in the sliding door. Both pilots sighed in relief. Both were looking forward to a large cooler of sake they had in the crew area.

"Rhino, this is Pschycotian Transport, call-sign "crusnik", bearing Shogun Nakamura for the Anti-Slavery Summit. Requesting permission to land, over."


"Rino to Crusnik. Permission Granted. Runway 124 is clear. Taxi to Terminal 1, Bay 1. You will be met by Vetakan Forigen Affairs"

International Airspace, 19:00 ZULU
the sleek private jet approached the Vetaka Airspace; escorted by the two F-22A Raptors both had to stop over at Al Ramir airbase for fuel since it was quite some way from the home territory to Vetaka. "Are we landing yet Aaron?" Rene Shondel; said quickly; the vice president was 38, shortish blonde hair that came slightly longer at the back and she had slightly tanned skin with crystal blue eyes. She was the picture of loveliness and a terrible flyer

"Not yet ma'am" Aaron replied; he was the head of security; "We've just entered Vetaka airspace we should be landing soon.

Up at the cockpit; the pilot and co-pilot were focusing on there job; "Rhino control; this is Pandora over" the pilot said; "Rhino Control this is Pandora from Animarnia requesting permission to land a Theeb international"

International Airspace, 19:00 ZULU
the sleek private jet approached the Vetaka Airspace; escorted by the two F-22A Raptors both had to stop over at Al Ramir airbase for fuel since it was quite some way from the home territory to Vetaka. "Are we landing yet Aaron?" Rene Shondel; said quickly; the vice president was 38, shortish blonde hair that came slightly longer at the back and she had slightly tanned skin with crystal blue eyes. She was the picture of loveliness and a terrible flyer

"Not yet ma'am" Aaron replied; he was the head of security; "We've just entered Vetaka airspace we should be landing soon.

Up at the cockpit; the pilot and co-pilot were focusing on there job; "Rhino control; this is Pandora over" the pilot said; "Rhino Control this is Pandora from Animarnia requesting permission to land a Theeb international"

"Rhino Control to Pandora permission granted. Runway 123 is all yours land all aircraft accordingly and taxi to Hanger 001 their you will be met by Vetakan Forigen Affairs.

"Good morning to you as well Mr. Andrews."
Kulls shook his hand firmly " I am Velak Kulls Gataway Foreign Affairs pleasure to meet you sir."

Kulls pulled out his passport and identification papers and handed them over to Mr. Andrews while taking the form from him and began to fill it out.

Kulls chuckled a bit at the notion of personal weapons.."With all this security I doubt those would be necessary, and I must say it is an Honor to be here."

After finishing the paper work he handed it back to Mr. Andrews

"Now what i need is a rest jet lag is an awful thing."

ooc: Vetaka I empathize with you having to respond to so many delegates hang in there.

BIG OOC: At this time a Londim Warship is approaching Vetakan Waters their is no harm to any delegates however it could become a very very very big International Incident. Please view this thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=518840) for more details. I understand if anybody pulls out.

"Good morning to you as well Mr. Andrews."
Kulls shook his hand firmly " I am Velak Kulls Gataway Foreign Affairs pleasure to meet you sir."

Kulls pulled out his passport and identification papers and handed them over to Mr. Andrews while taking the form from him and began to fill it out.

Kulls chuckled a bit at the notion of personal weapons.."With all this security I doubt those would be necessary, and I must say it is an Honor to be here."

After finishing the paper work he handed it back to Mr. Andrews

"Now what i need is a rest jet lag is an awful thing."

ooc: Vetaka I empathize with you having to respond to so many delegates hang in there.
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IC:

"Thank You Mr Kulls, Everything is in order. Here are your papers. Indeed Jet Lag is a bitch. Your transport is the Limo Behind us. It will take you to your 6 star hotel. Here is my card should you need anything please contact me." Smiling Andrews led him back to the limo.

The Gatawan Delegate boarded and it sped away out of the airport and into the streets of Vetaka to the beautiful White Flower Hotel.

OOC: Cheers lol. It indeed is a challenge.

"Roger that, Rhino Control, Runway 123" the pilot spoke

The jetliner turned towards the runway as the fighter escort banked right with it the fighters slowed down to let the jetliner land and with a slight bump it came to a landing quickly followed by the F-22A's as all three aircraft taxied to the hanger

"Its good to be on the ground"

"Indeed ma'am" Aaron said; Aaron was a tall man of six foot nine; too tall to be in the airforce like he'd wanted. Instead he was chosen for the Army then the Royal Marine Commando's and from there to the ASAS for 2 years before finally being assigned to the diplomatic guard. His head was shaven balled and he had a goatee beard with curved moustache. He walked over to the weapons cabinet and took out four DAC=99 Personal Defence Weapons; handing one to each of the other three security members; one male and two female; along with two spare magazines each. The DAC-99 was a compact weapon allowing it to be holstered under their black jackets like an oversized pistol.

The Door to the aircraft opened once it came to a stop; two security officers one male and one female descended the stair case first coming to a stop each side of the staircase while Aaron, Rene and descended with the last female officer picking up the rear guard position. It was a manoeuvre practised many times and executed with precision that would make any military unit jealous.

Rene smiled at the person greeting them; "Hello, I'm Vice President Shondel" she said in a sweet and pleasant voice.

Kulls sat calmly in the back seat of the limo awaiting his arrival at the hotel.when suddenly his phone rang it was a bit of a surprise seeing that the call was coming directly from the foreign affairs office.."Surely they don't think I can't handle an anti-slavery summit." "Kulls speaking." He answered

"Kulls it's Heinkle, there seems to be a bit of a problem rising around Vetaka."

Kulls paused for a moment and hesitantly replied "What kind of problem sir..?"

"It seems as though a Londim war ship is going to enter Vetakan waters soon and it could cause an incident, we aren't going to pull you out yet but it's your call."

Kulls paused and reflected it seemed as though he had became caught in the middle of something much larger than a simple international summit "Sir i've got a job to do here and I don't intend to leave until its dont."

"Very well Kulls we'll keep you updated on the situation and we will inform the Vetakan government of your decision to stay, that is all."

"Very well sir." Kulls slowly closed the phone and sat staring out the window of the limo as building passed by him he wondered about what he was getting himself into.

Offical Diplomatic Message to Vetakan Government

The Gatawan Government is aware of the situation regarding Londim and has sent an offical message to their government. For now our delegate will remain in Vetaka in order to attend the summit. We will be monitoring the situation closely

"Roger that, Rhino Control, Runway 123" the pilot spoke

The jetliner turned towards the runway as the fighter escort banked right with it the fighters slowed down to let the jetliner land and with a slight bump it came to a landing quickly followed by the F-22A's as all three aircraft taxied to the hanger

"Its good to be on the ground"

"Indeed ma'am" Aaron said; Aaron was a tall man of six foot nine; too tall to be in the airforce like he'd wanted. Instead he was chosen for the Army then the Royal Marine Commando's and from there to the ASAS for 2 years before finally being assigned to the diplomatic guard. His head was shaven balled and he had a goatee beard with curved moustache. He walked over to the weapons cabinet and took out four DAC=99 Personal Defence Weapons; handing one to each of the other three security members; one male and two female; along with two spare magazines each. The DAC-99 was a compact weapon allowing it to be holstered under their black jackets like an oversized pistol.

The Door to the aircraft opened once it came to a stop; two security officers one male and one female descended the stair case first coming to a stop each side of the staircase while Aaron, Rene and descended with the last female officer picking up the rear guard position. It was a manoeuvre practised many times and executed with precision that would make any military unit jealous.

Rene smiled at the person greeting them; "Hello, I'm Vice President Shondel" she said in a sweet and pleasant voice.

IC:

Scarlet Rogers was the Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Secratary she stood awaiting the arrival of the Animaria Vice President on the tarmac. Her Security forces came down the steps with military precsion. The Vice President soon followed she smiled sweetly and began:

"Hello, I'm Vice President Shondel"

"Good Morning Vice President. Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I am Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers. I hope you had a pleasent trip. First of all I must apologise on behalf of the Vetakan President he intended to meet you himself however you know how it is other buisness and what not. Your motorcade is waiting for you behind you . You have a Police/Army Escort all of the road routes will be cleared for you. Also please do not be alarmed F-22 Raptors, Apache Gunships and Rapid Response Blackhawks will all be flying and guarding your route. I am afraid to inform you that their is a small situation brewing a Warship of Londim orgin is soon to penertrate Vetakan Waters at this time their is no threat however should you wish to we can have your aircraft refulled within 30 minutes. Im very sorry it seems nothing can be simple anymore.

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: All Nations whom have send Delegates to the Anti-Slavery Innocence Summit

From: Vetakan Forigen Affairs

Subject: Londim Warship Situation

As all nations are now probably aware a Warship of Londim Orign is now approaching Vetakan Waters on its present course and speed it will cross Vetakan Naval Boundaries within 3 hours. No contact at this time can now be made with the Ship or the Londim Forigen Office. At this time their is no visible threat from this ship. However Vetaka takes this situation very seriously as a result the 1st Vetakan Battle Group have both Mobilized. The 2rd Vetakan Battlegroup is also now on a 48 hour Stand by. Security for the conference has been increased and all possible measures are now in operation.

The Dominion will continue to host the Conference and keep the situation under close observation. We will of course keep all nations updated. We understand should any delegate wish to leave. We can have all planes refulled and back in the air within 30 minutes. Any nation that wishes to deploy military forces to Vetaka to support the Vetakan Defence Force Operations are welcome to do so. Should any nation have any requests or requires more information please contact me immediatly.

Yours Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers.

Oliver Peterson was calmly sitting on seat 14A of a Vetakan bound jumbo jet. Unlike many of the other delegations, he was flying commercial. As the Opposition Party in the Empire, Labour Party people had to spend from their own funds to attend conferences like this - Peterson had been lucky that Parliamentary Services had given him a free upgrade to Business Class; or else he would have been doomed to the cramped conditions of Economy.

The thirty-seven hour flight took in five stops, and Peterson had watched twelve movies, written a four page speech, enjoyed eight inflight meals, and even had attempted to adjust to Vetaka time by sleeping very little.

The seatbelt light came on and he knew that it was almost over. Peterson looked out the window and noticed the beautiful sight of Theeb International and the surrounding area.

"I certainly hope that I can see some of this place," Peterson thought. Then he realised that he needed the stewardess. He pushed the call button and the stewardess came down

"Could you give this message to the pilot please, I am part of the anti-slavery conference, and we were told that when we landed, we needed to mention our country's name"

"Alright, sir. Yep - fine, I'll get it through"

Peterson went back to viewing the beautiful scenery, and the jumbo got lower, until finally it met the runway very smoothly. The noise increased as the reverse thrusters were deployed and the jumbo gradually taxied to the terminal. Peterson moved out of the jumbo and got ready to collect his baggage. First of all, he needed to buy himself a copy of the latest newspaper and a little duty free.

"LONDIM VESSEL IN VETAKAN WATERS"

"Oh, shit, I hope it doesn't mess up this conference; the Party has spent so much on getting me here."

Peterson proceeded to the customs queue and noticed that it was massively long. He also noticed that security was extremely high

"All to do with the conference no doubt"

In Vetakan Airspace

Sławomir Tislanne, the prime minister of Swilatia, seeing that the plane he was now over Vetaka. He entered the cockpit, asking the pilot "So, when are we landing in theeb".

The pilot answered "not yet, but soon. We are already in Vetakan airspace, soon we should be by the theeb airport. It should not take more than an hour."

The prime minister then walked out of the cockpit, and back into his private chambers on the second deck. It was really the president Atali Saranisko's chamber, but for now that was different, as the president stayed behind in Vilvek*.

Wile this happened, the pilot had started to signal to the flight control at theeb airport "this is SWT-12, requesting permission to land".

OOC: Vilvek, for those of you who don't know, is a massive city of 22 million people, and the capital of Swilatia.

"Crusnik copies, setting up for landing," replied the pilot. Having flown bombers for nearly 20 years, the pilot was quite graceful by now (and that was saying something due to the B-52's size). The fly-by-wire systems allowed him to effortlessly line the plane up with the runway and touch down perfectly. Quickly, it taxied to the designated area, at which the plane's landing gear lowered it down to a level for a stairway to be brought over to it. While they waited, Shogun Nakamura stood in the open doorway, enjoying the fresh air.

Oliver Peterson was calmly sitting on seat 14A of a Vetakan bound jumbo jet. Unlike many of the other delegations, he was flying commercial. As the Opposition Party in the Empire, Labour Party people had to spend from their own funds to attend conferences like this - Peterson had been lucky that Parliamentary Services had given him a free upgrade to Business Class; or else he would have been doomed to the cramped conditions of Economy.

The thirty-seven hour flight took in five stops, and Peterson had watched twelve movies, written a four page speech, enjoyed eight inflight meals, and even had attempted to adjust to Vetaka time by sleeping very little.

The seatbelt light came on and he knew that it was almost over. Peterson looked out the window and noticed the beautiful sight of Theeb International and the surrounding area.

"I certainly hope that I can see some of this place," Peterson thought. Then he realised that he needed the stewardess. He pushed the call button and the stewardess came down

"Could you give this message to the pilot please, I am part of the anti-slavery conference, and we were told that when we landed, we needed to mention our country's name"

"Alright, sir. Yep - fine, I'll get it through"

Peterson went back to viewing the beautiful scenery, and the jumbo got lower, until finally it met the runway very smoothly. The noise increased as the reverse thrusters were deployed and the jumbo gradually taxied to the terminal. Peterson moved out of the jumbo and got ready to collect his baggage. First of all, he needed to buy himself a copy of the latest newspaper and a little duty free.

"LONDIM VESSEL IN VETAKAN WATERS"

"Oh, shit, I hope it doesn't mess up this conference; the Party has spent so much on getting me here."

Peterson proceeded to the customs queue and noticed that it was massively long. He also noticed that security was extremely high

"All to do with the conference no doubt"

IC:

As Darren Andrews waited in the Arrivals Lounge of Theeb International Airport he was fanked by two soilders of the Vetakan Diplomatic Guard. As the passengers began to come through the gate he soon found his man. He walked over to gentleman stopped him and smiled:

"Good Morning Mr Peterson I am Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. Welcome to the Dominion of Veteka. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Im sure you have heard of the current Security Situation. At this time the Conference is to continue however should the situation deteriorate we have chartered a private jet for you to board that will transport you back to your nation. We have also cancelled your hotel booking and moved you into the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel. This is a secure complex and only contains the other Delegates. All of this has been done free of charge and will remain so for your time within Vetaka. Before you continue can you present your passport or Identification. Personal Weapons are authorized. Please also sign this form. It is your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity? Any Questions?"

A cough interrupted the silence of the Gulf Stream G550 private jet. The cough startled the other people in the aircraft, many of whom were busy reading itineraries or writing reports. They all stared at the source of the interruption, their employer, Dr. Christopher Irons, a grim man whom was not yet 40, but if you were to look into his eyes you would see into the mind of a man who has seen much, perhaps too much, of this dangerous world.

"Back to work." said the man as he motioned for the people inside the plane to continue whatever they were doing. One thing was common about people from Itinerate Tree Dweller, they did not like being bothered while they worked, and Irons knew this but brushed it off. Tension was high since the escalation of matters in Africa, the invasion of Morocco had come a little too close to home and the possibility of war was bearing heavily on the minds of everyone.

"How long until we reach the summit?" asked Irons, motioning toward the closed individual, his assistant, or at least one of his many assistants.

"Actually, sir, we were about to inform you that we shall be landing in, well..." said the man as he looked at his wrist watch, "...ten minutes, yes, ten minutes until we land."

Irons began shutting down his various electronic equipment and drank the last of his gin and tonic.

"Inform the Emperor when we arrive, he wanted me to keep him updated, this should be an easy summit with little or no incidents. Finally something peaceful for him to pay attention too," said Irons.

"Aye, we will send the message, sir," acknowledged the assistant.

"And I want a cigarette," yelled Irons as the man walked away; indeed he had not smoked for a good number of hours, it was against imperial law to smoke on aircraft, much to his annoyment. He had also promised his wife that he would cut down on the 'cancer-sticks' as she liked to call them, but he wasn't home right now so he had a chance to disobey.

The plane landed and as soon as he was outside a cigarette was in his mouth, "God that's good... now, where are we?"

They looked around for whoever was to greet them.

In Vetakan Airspace

Sławomir Tislanne, the prime minister of Swilatia, seeing that the plane he was now over Vetaka. He entered the cockpit, asking the pilot "So, when are we landing in theeb".

The pilot answered "not yet, but soon. We are already in Vetakan airspace, soon we should be by the theeb airport. It should not take more than an hour."

The prime minister then walked out of the cockpit, and back into his private chambers on the second deck. It was really the president Atali Saranisko's chamber, but for now that was different, as the president stayed behind in Vilvek*.

Wile this happened, the pilot had started to signal to the flight control at theeb airport "this is SWT-12, requesting permission to land".

OOC: Vilvek, for those of you who don't know, is a massive city of 22 million people, and the capital of Swilatia.

"SWT-12 this is Rhino Control. Permission Granted. Runway 124 is all yours please land and taxi to terminal 2 bay 2. Their you will be met by Vetakan Forigen Affairs"

Rene nodded; "We understand the tight security; we would ourselves be just as careful, Our president wanted to come himself but is too dealing with affairs of state so I was sent in his steed" she said with a smile. "As for Londim; I assure you I am not intimidated by them; if they were stupid enough to attack us it would be absolutely suicidal for them" she said her voice taking on a sudden deathly seriousness;

"Besides; I've just got off that plane I'm really not getting back on until I absolutely have to" she said her voice back to its pleasant tone.

"Crusnik copies, setting up for landing," replied the pilot. Having flown bombers for nearly 20 years, the pilot was quite graceful by now (and that was saying something due to the B-52's size). The fly-by-wire systems allowed him to effortlessly line the plane up with the runway and touch down perfectly. Quickly, it taxied to the designated area, at which the plane's landing gear lowered it down to a level for a stairway to be brought over to it. While they waited, Shogun Nakamura stood in the open doorway, enjoying the fresh air.

IC:

Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs was now waiting to meet his favourite Delegate of the day. Shogun Nakamura. He walked towards the Shogun shook his hand and then began:

"Good Morning, I am Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I am sure you are by now aware of the current Secruity Situation. The Conference is to continue however should you wish we can have your plane refuled and back in the air within 30 Minutes we can also supply a new crew. Should you wish to stay please can I see your Passport or Identification. Please also sign this form it is your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant box on form. Any Questions Sir?"

As it was said by the pilot, the plane soon began its descent, and landed at the airport. Then the plane taxied over to the second terminal. Once it was there the Swilatian prime minister was waiting for a response from Vetaka's foreign affairs department, which was supposed to meet them. He hoped that the wait would not be too long.

A cough interrupted the silence of the Gulf Stream G550 private jet. The cough startled the other people in the aircraft, many of whom were busy reading itineraries or writing reports. They all stared at the source of the interruption, their employer, Dr. Christopher Irons, a grim man whom was not yet 40, but if you were to look into his eyes you would see into the mind of a man who has seen much, perhaps too much, of this dangerous world.

"Back to work." said the man as he motioned for the people inside the plane to continue whatever they were doing. One thing was common about people from Itinerate Tree Dweller, they did not like being bothered while they worked, and Irons knew this but brushed it off. Tension was high since the escalation of matters in Africa, the invasion of Morocco had come a little too close to home and the possibility of war was bearing heavily on the minds of everyone.

"How long until we reach the summit?" asked Irons, motioning toward the closed individual, his assistant, or at least one of his many assistants.

"Actually, sir, we were about to inform you that we shall be landing in, well..." said the man as he looked at his wrist watch, "...ten minutes, yes, ten minutes until we land."

Irons began shutting down his various electronic equipment and drank the last of his gin and tonic.

"Inform the Emperor when we arrive, he wanted me to keep him updated, this should be an easy summit with little or no incidents. Finally something peaceful for him to pay attention too," said Irons.

"Aye, we will send the message, sir," acknowledged the assistant.

"And I want a cigarette," yelled Irons as the man walked away; indeed he had not smoked for a good number of hours, it was against imperial law to smoke on aircraft, much to his annoyment. He had also promised his wife that he would cut down on the 'cancer-sticks' as she liked to call them, but he wasn't home right now so he had a chance to disobey.

The plane landed and as soon as he was outside a cigarette was in his mouth, "God that's good... now, where are we?"

They looked around for whoever was to greet them.


IC:

As the Delegation desended onto the Tarmac a very happy face was waiting to meet them. This being Ms Stephanie Jones a women whom was dressed more like a female escort than a lady of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. She smiled and approached the delegation:

"Good Morning. I am Ms Jones of Vetakan Forigen Affairs Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I hope you enjoyed your trip. Before I begin im sure you are all aware of the current Security Issue. The Conference is to continue however should you require we can refuel and resupply your plane and provide a new crew should you wish to leave. If not then can I see the lead delegates passport and identification. Also can you sign this form. Its just your aggreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relvant box on the form. Any Questions?"

Secret Service Control Vehicle
Presidential Motorcade; En-route

"Be advised we are receiving satellite and intelligence reports that suggest a Londim warship is on course to violate Vetakan waters. The threat is currently risked as low - the Vetakans are more than capable of dealing with this one ship. However, we believe the potential for a diplomatic incident...will require the necessary precautions," warned the voice over the secure satellite phone.

"Understood. I have Oro One and a charter plane standby standing ready. Inform me of any developments"


Vetakan Presidential Palace;
08:59 Hours

The Bentley Continental came to a graceful halt outside the entrance to the Presidential Palace, rear door perfectly aligned with the red carpet leading into the imposing, grand building. The door was opened by a member of staff, and President Rolands of the Federation of Aunesia stepped out and began to head towards the open doorway, eagerly anticipating her first meeting with the other delegates.

"Madam President?" said a man with a Vetakan accent.

IC:

As the Delegation desended onto the Tarmac a very happy face was waiting to meet them. This being Ms Stephanie Jones a women whom was dressed more like a female escort than a lady of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. She smiled and approached the delegation:

"Good Morning. I am Ms Jones of Vetakan Forigen Affairs Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I hope you enjoyed your trip. Before I begin im sure you are all aware of the current Security Issue. The Conference is to continue however should you require we can refuel and resupply your plane and provide a new crew should you wish to leave. If not then can I see the lead delegates passport and identification. Also can you sign this form. Its just your aggreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relvant box on the form. Any Questions?"

Christopher Irons cracked a smile, "Why, sure Ma'am, I wouldn't want to cause a fuss," as he pulled out his passport and imperial I.D. and then gave a close read of the paper, muttering the terms to himself and then signing them. He handed his documents to the young woman.

"You said your name was Ms. Jones?? That must mean there isn't a Mr. Jones, eh?" said the delegate with a smile, "Don't worry, ma'am, I am married... but I do have a few handsome sons your age."

IC:

As Darren Andrews waited in the Arrivals Lounge of Theeb International Airport he was fanked by two soilders of the Vetakan Diplomatic Guard. As the passengers began to come through the gate he soon found his man. He walked over to gentleman stopped him and smiled:

"Good Morning Mr Peterson I am Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. Welcome to the Dominion of Veteka. I hope you enjoyed your flight. Im sure you have heard of the current Security Situation. At this time the Conference is to continue however should the situation deteriorate we have chartered a private jet for you to board that will transport you back to your nation. We have also cancelled your hotel booking and moved you into the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel. This is a secure complex and only contains the other Delegates. All of this has been done free of charge and will remain so for your time within Vetaka. Before you continue can you present your passport or Identification. Personal Weapons are authorized. Please also sign this form. It is your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity? Any Questions?"

"Good morning Mr. Andrews, it is certainly a pleasure to be in the Dominion. Yes, the flight was enjoyable, if not a little tiring - it was thirty-seven hours, and to be frank, I am tired of those safety announcements."

"Yes, I saw the headlines about the worsening situation; I am alright with staying here; it is either I die, or we die in the polls; with Labour dropping to 18 in the Christmas poll, we are hoping that attending this conference will give us some traction."

"Here is my passport, and I have no weapons on me today"

Mr. Peterson proceeded to sign the form, but before he did, he did have a question

"I got this customs form on my flight, what do I do with it? I know I bought some duty free before coming through"

IC:

Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs was now waiting to meet his favourite Delegate of the day. Shogun Nakamura. He walked towards the Shogun shook his hand and then began:

"Good Morning, I am Darren Andrews of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I am sure you are by now aware of the current Secruity Situation. The Conference is to continue however should you wish we can have your plane refuled and back in the air within 30 Minutes we can also supply a new crew. Should you wish to stay please can I see your Passport or Identification. Please also sign this form it is your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant box on form. Any Questions Sir?"

Shogun Nakamura shook his hand and bowed as per his own custom. "Good Morning, Andrews-san. Thank you for the welcome." To the point, he continued, "I most certainly don't wish to leave. Indeed you can tell you superiors that I will offer a dreadnaught squadron if you need the extra help."

Upon prompting, he began rumaging through his long priest robes (from back in the day. They were too comfortable to ditch, though.) and finally found the passport in a hidden pocket. He handed it over happily and took the form in return, going down the various categories. He did check the box for personal weapons. "I only have a single revolver, just so you know," he said, producing said weapon. It looked fairly old, made of some sort of heavy, dark metal, and what appeared to the eye to be an ivory grip. The muzzle still had some blood splatered on it. "I...err...haven't had the chance to clean it yet. There was an...incident...on the way to my flight earlier," he said, scratching his head in a bit of embarrasment at having a dirty weapon. "You wouldn't know where I might find some gun cleaner on the way to the conference?"

OOC: Still waiting for response...

Cpt. Victor Santora got out of the limousine, adjusted his buttons and put back on his clothes. He waved good-bye to the entertaining lady and watched her board another car, probably to 'greet' someone else.

He had arrived at the meeting point and waited for other Corporate Alliance members to appear.

Adam Wincenty sat on a nice deck chair. Usually seen in a Class B uniform at work, it was a rare sight for him to be in shorts and a wife beater. He loved his Yacht, the "MDE White Dawn." It was really a status symbol: he was filthy rich, and wanted a yacht that could beat the ever living snot out of the closest any other pretender could have. Sure, the ole' 500 footer was nice, but it didn't have the 16" guns of his converted Montana-class. It really was a Montana only in name; it was much closer to a 5-star hotel, complete with a three-story dining room, ballroom, night club, a pair of bars and a grand conference room overlooking the sea at the bow. Its library had a few thousand books, and the ship could house 500 guests and their entourage in complete comfort, while 1,300 crewmembers kept the giant afloat. And manned the nuclear-powered warship's 16" guns and missile defenses, though they had yet to be fired in anger, and probably never would be. The armament was necessary: Pirates still roamed the Pacific, and the Ennusian government wanted more than mere pea-shooters to dissuade would-be borders. The nuclear-powered ship was the envy of most foreign visitors. By all accounts it was a yacht, just a really, really, really overly armed one. Too big to make port at the designated dock, it would be forced to moor just over the horizon, and helicopter would need to suffice for the time being, but after a week of sailing, everyone was ready to get off.

“General Wincenty, I believe it is time to get ready. We’re breaking away from the battle group, as you requested that it remain in international waters for the duration of this meeting, unless things went south." It was standard procedure for the leader of the massive nation to travel with escorts. In this case, the 79 ships, 340 planes, and 85,978 sailors of the 1st Carrier Battle Group stood ready to rape anything that dare harm their leader. Right now, they were targeting a stray Londinium warship, ready to erase it at a moment's notice.

Adam lifted his sunglasses up enough to see that it was Maj. Gen. Pearl Jagoda, the woman charged with heading the 342nd Armored Division, which would storm the capital of Vetaka should the Arch Arsonist need rescuing.

“Thank you General, I’ll be ready in half an hour.”

“Aye, Sir.”

Half an hour later to the dot, the Arch Arsonist was fully ready. Stepping on deck, he threw his hat on. He had a three-man advisory team with him; his Chief Economic Advisor Alexander Ioan, Director of the State Department Klara Mykhaila, and Director of International Relations Tomasz Swietoslaw. Gen. Wincenty wore an immaculate Dress Green uniform, proudly displaying legitimately earned decorations. Most proudly among them, held even higher than his commission as General of the Home Guard, was his “Order of Blood” medal, given to those wounded in combat. A silver banhammer, a smaller version of the one in the Capital Building, hung from the side opposite his chromed over L-26 pistol. Only an idiot in Mer des Ennuis traveled unarmed, doing so seemed to lack patriotism.

“Gentlemen, are we ready?” he asked of his advisors, who tersely nodded. They boarded the nearly-hovering modified HV4-Goshawk Transport Helicopter, along with a 8 guards; for military in full dress, and four Internal Security. Sure, 8 guards wasn’t much, but the four OI-33A1 "Svyatogor" assault helicopters acting as escorts for the helicopter sure did. En-route, Gen. Wincenty could see the motorcades as he passed them at nearly 200 mph. Receiving clearance, the modified attack helicopter descended long enough at the Presidential Palace of Vetaka for the guards to jump out and ensure the area was secure, before the dignataries departed. The HV4 ascended and began circling around.

Adjusting his hat and straigthing a pin, Gen. Wincenty looked around for whoever would greet him.

Sitting on the edge of her bed in the sumptuous White Flower Hotel, Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich was on her secure phone brought as part of the luggage. "Really? Yes? Yes. I see dear. No, no problems. Ha ha, love you too darling; bye." She then sighed and slammed the receiver down rather harder than necessary.
"Would that be related to the Londim situation?" Rilir had a nose for such crises, and his was twitching even as he polished the last of the position papers he'd be bringing to the conference proper.
"Yep. Honey dearest," the General Secretary, "Has already ordered your deputy Tiliel to dispatch a choice reply to the Londim; even telling them to 'ask Strator' if they pushed their luck too hard." She chuckled at that. She was glad to have seen her husband win again, anyone would be; but the price. Oh the price; one of three Wagdog's battlecruisers deployed, half the cruisers sent, and just shy of a third of the landing or support vessels and destroyers involved in the campaign against Strator. And still no word on Stratorian losses. Meh; objectives are what determine the winner, even if you don't take down as many enemies as you like. Christine had some experience in this regard, dating back to her guerrilla days beside the love of her life.
"Should we prepare to go, Madam?" Rilir got that sinking feeling again that he'd had when he'd first heard of Strator's actions. Must our leader insist on conducting himself like a cornered usurper? This is madness if it indeed goes where it looks like going...
"Yes. To the conference, please." With that, they strode out for the drive to the Presidential Palace. They went for their date with the international community, to make Wagdog's name and policies known at long last; and perhaps with Destiny in so doing...

Veketa, Theebs
21:36 ZULU time

Strator's personal Zeppelin prepares to open the flight dock

Strator had decided to come in person, he had brought with him his most trusted and well trained body guards. He was also one who did not lack in self defence skill, he felt that there would be no harm done to him. He had decided to keep his Kirov airbourne at all times though

He enters his harrier and takes off, He then begins the descent and lands in the runway.

After some thought, he will do the presentation, he had readied a little speach for the occasion.

OOC: is today the day of the first conference or is that tommorow?

Secret Service Control Vehicle
Presidential Motorcade; En-route

"Be advised we are receiving satellite and intelligence reports that suggest a Londim warship is on course to violate Vetakan waters. The threat is currently risked as low - the Vetakans are more than capable of dealing with this one ship. However, we believe the potential for a diplomatic incident...will require the necessary precautions," warned the voice over the secure satellite phone.

"Understood. I have Oro One and a charter plane standby standing ready. Inform me of any developments"


Vetakan Presidential Palace;
08:59 Hours

The Bentley Continental came to a graceful halt outside the entrance to the Presidential Palace, rear door perfectly aligned with the red carpet leading into the imposing, grand building. The door was opened by a member of staff, and President Rolands of the Federation of Aunesia stepped out and began to head towards the open doorway, eagerly anticipating her first meeting with the other delegates.

"Madam President?" said a man with a Vetakan accent.

As the Aunesian President approached Daniel Pearce President of Vetaka. The Vetakan Diplomatic Guard in Combat Uniform lined each side of the Red Carpet. They where armed with M8 Assualt Rifles they respectfull saluted in precsion military time with eachother. Pearce came down the steps and came to a halt in front of her. He smiled and offered his hand. She smiled and shook it:

"Madam President? Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka. I am President and Lord-Govenor Daniel Gary Pearce of Vetaka. I hope you enjoyed your flight and have enjoyed Vetaka's beauty so far. I must apologise for being unable to meet you at the airport but im sure your aware of the current situation involing Londim. I must tell you that I take this situation very seriously and have taken the relavant steps. I must also tell you that The Dominion understands you positon on the Strator Presentation issue. The Dominion invited Strator speak to give him the chance to do the right thing. However should he continue his present course I to will also leave the speech hall in protest. I will escort you myself to Grand Hall where refreshments are served their you will have the oppotunity to have a small guided tour of the Palace. Finally I must say it is a great honour to meet you."

With that he bowed to her. Thinking to himself that altough he would never act upon it. President Rowlands was a very attractive lady. Before looking like he was hesitating he turned and beckoned the President to follow him.

Christopher Irons cracked a smile, "Why, sure Ma'am, I wouldn't want to cause a fuss," as he pulled out his passport and imperial I.D. and then gave a close read of the paper, muttering the terms to himself and then signing them. He handed his documents to the young woman.

"You said your name was Ms. Jones?? That must mean there isn't a Mr. Jones, eh?" said the delegate with a smile, "Don't worry, ma'am, I am married... but I do have a few handsome sons your age."


IC:

Blushing. Ms Jones straightened herself up and began:

"Indeed I am Ms Jones and no their isn't a current or a future Mr Jones. Thank You but at this time I am concentrating on my Career. Your papers are in order. The Escorted Limo behind us will transport you to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel so that you may deposit your belonngings and then from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President and the conference will begin once all the delegates have arrived. If you have no more questions please board the limo?"

Shogun Nakamura shook his hand and bowed as per his own custom. "Good Morning, Andrews-san. Thank you for the welcome." To the point, he continued, "I most certainly don't wish to leave. Indeed you can tell you superiors that I will offer a dreadnaught squadron if you need the extra help."

Upon prompting, he began rumaging through his long priest robes (from back in the day. They were too comfortable to ditch, though.) and finally found the passport in a hidden pocket. He handed it over happily and took the form in return, going down the various categories. He did check the box for personal weapons. "I only have a single revolver, just so you know," he said, producing said weapon. It looked fairly old, made of some sort of heavy, dark metal, and what appeared to the eye to be an ivory grip. The muzzle still had some blood splatered on it. "I...err...haven't had the chance to clean it yet. There was an...incident...on the way to my flight earlier," he said, scratching his head in a bit of embarrasment at having a dirty weapon. "You wouldn't know where I might find some gun cleaner on the way to the conference?"

"Thank You everything is in order. Here are your documents the Limo behind us will take you to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel so that you may deposit your personal items. From their it will take you to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President. When you arrive at the Palace please take a guided tour to the Armoury their a Vetakan White-Phoenix Tribemans whom are experts in weapons can clean and even service your weapon if you like?"

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OOC: The White-Phoenix tribe are native Vetakans whom live in the mountains the Govenrment are on very good terms with the tribe. They are experts in the ways of the warrior, weapons and live a very tribal life. If you put it in for a quick 30 minute service it will be like new.

"Good morning Mr. Andrews, it is certainly a pleasure to be in the Dominion. Yes, the flight was enjoyable, if not a little tiring - it was thirty-seven hours, and to be frank, I am tired of those safety announcements."

"Yes, I saw the headlines about the worsening situation; I am alright with staying here; it is either I die, or we die in the polls; with Labour dropping to 18 in the Christmas poll, we are hoping that attending this conference will give us some traction."

"Here is my passport, and I have no weapons on me today"

Mr. Peterson proceeded to sign the form, but before he did, he did have a question

"I got this customs form on my flight, what do I do with it? I know I bought some duty free before coming through"

"Thrity-Seven Hours, Im sure you must. Your Security clearence covers our customs so I can take it from you and deal with it. The Escorted limo behind me will transport your to the Hotel where you can deposit your belonngings from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President and on the Arrival of all Delegates the conference will begin. Any Questions Sir?"

OOC: My plane is now in theeb, continues to wait for response.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr Beech," Herman stated as he gave a practiced smile, designed to charm and impress anyone. "The flight was indeed pleasant, well as pleasant as riding in the cargo hold of an ex-Soviet military transport can be." He yawned and stretched his arms wide to relax muscles tensed and cramped by hours of monotonous flying. Taking the form and producing a pen, Yuklig began to tick and scribble away.
"Don't worry about the BMP," he said not looking up, "it's just my diplomatic vehicle. I'll be riding in it to the conference, along with my security." He jerked his head to the 5 men who were standing stock still and staring at Yuklig and Beech.
"Bloody CFSS, they give me the creeps," Yuklig shuddered before returning the form. "I've indicated there that I'm carrying a pistol and a spare magazine, which I am. Each of my security is armed in the same way, except they are carrying more ammunition. Here's my ID," Yuklig handed over the form and put the pen away, then produced a passport and ID card. The ID card confirmed that Yuklig was who he said he was, and the passport did as well. The passport contained visa stamps for many countries, including Volksdorp, Galation, Demaray and Eurasia.

Sitting on the edge of her bed in the sumptuous White Flower Hotel, Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich was on her secure phone brought as part of the luggage. "Really? Yes? Yes. I see dear. No, no problems. Ha ha, love you too darling; bye." She then sighed and slammed the receiver down rather harder than necessary.
"Would that be related to the Londim situation?" Rilir had a nose for such crises, and his was twitching even as he polished the last of the position papers he'd be bringing to the conference proper.
"Yep. Honey dearest," the General Secretary, "Has already ordered your deputy Tiliel to dispatch a choice reply to the Londim; even telling them to 'ask Strator' if they pushed their luck too hard." She chuckled at that. She was glad to have seen her husband win again, anyone would be; but the price. Oh the price; one of three Wagdog's battlecruisers deployed, half the cruisers sent, and just shy of a third of the landing or support vessels and destroyers involved in the campaign against Strator. And still no word on Stratorian losses. Meh; objectives are what determine the winner, even if you don't take down as many enemies as you like. Christine had some experience in this regard, dating back to her guerrilla days beside the love of her life.
"Should we prepare to go, Madam?" Rilir got that sinking feeling again that he'd had when he'd first heard of Strator's actions. Must our leader insist on conducting himself like a cornered usurper? This is madness if it indeed goes where it looks like going...
"Yes. To the conference, please." With that, they strode out for the drive to the Presidential Palace. They went for their date with the international community, to make Wagdog's name and policies known at long last; and perhaps with Destiny in so doing...

IC:

As the Wardog Delegation Motorcade pulled into the Presidential Complex into came to a halt exactly in line with the Red Carpet a member of the Diplomatic Guard opened the door and directed the desending Delegates up to Carpet to the waiting President. As the Wardog Delegation made its way up the Carpet the Diplomatic Guard of Honour again saluted with great precsion as they passed. The President took a breath offered his hand and began:

"Good Morning. Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I am President Daniel Gary Pearce. Lord-Govenor of Vetaka. I hope you have enjoyed your joruney up to now. Please make your way into the palace Refreshments and Guided Tours are avaliable. When they rest of the Delegates arrive the Conference will begin. Do you have anything you wish to ask me?"

OOC: My plane is now in theeb, continues to wait for response.

OOC: Really sorry dude!! This is my first time at one of these major posts.

IC:

As the Swilitia Delegates plane landed and taxied to its designated Bay. The Vetakan Forigen Affairs Secretary waited for them. She was Scarlet Rogers. As the plane came to a halt and the delegates desended to the tarmac. Scarlet flanked by 2 Vetakan Guards headed walked to towards the Delegation:

"Good Morning, Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I hope you enjoyed your trip I am Scarlet Rogers Scretary of Forigen Affairs on the Vetakan Cabinet. I am sure you are aware of the current security situation. I can tell you at this time their is no threat to any Delegations and the Vetakan Defence Force has deployed to counter this threat. Further more we have increased Security as much as possible. Should you wish to leave immediatly we can have your plane refueled, re-supplied within 30 Minutes. We can also provide a new crew if you wish to leave. If you wish to stay then I can I see your Passport or Identification. Also can you sign this form. It is just your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant boxes. When you are finished you will take an escorted limo to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel to deposit your personal belongings from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the Vetakan President. Once all the delegates have arrived the Conference will begin. Any Questions Sir?"

Veketa, Theebs
21:36 ZULU time

Strator's personal Zeppelin prepares to open the flight dock

Strator had decided to come in person, he had brought with him his most trusted and well trained body guards. He was also one who did not lack in self defence skill, he felt that there would be no harm done to him. He had decided to keep his Kirov airbourne at all times though

He enters his harrier and takes off, He then begins the descent and lands in the runway.

After some thought, he will do the presentation, he had readied a little speach for the occasion.

OOC: is today the day of the first conference or is that tommorow?

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OOC: It begins when all Delegates are at the Palace.

IC:

Ms Jones of Vetakan Forigen Affairs was suppose to be a Diplomatic Officer however she was dressed more like a female escort than she did a professional. She was very suductive. As the Strator Delegation landed she walked towards the delegation when they met. She smiled a very suductive smile and began:

"Good Morning, Welcome to the Dominion of Vetaka, I am Ms Jones of Vetakan Forigen Affairs. I am sure you are aware of the current security situation. I can tell you at this time their is no threat to any Delegations and the Vetakan Defence Force has deployed to counter this threat. Further more we have increased Security as much as possible. Should you wish to leave immediatly we can have your plane refueled, re-supplied within 30 Minutes. We can also provide a new crew if you wish to leave. If you wish to stay then I can I see your Passport or Identification. Also can you sign this form. It is just your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant boxes. When you are finished you will take an escorted limo to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel to deposit your personal belongings from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the Vetakan President. Once all the delegates have arrived the Conference will begin. Any Questions Sir?"

Strator read the papers carefully and checked to see that everything was alright before signing. He cateloged the weaponry that his body gaurds and himself carried.

"No thank you, I think I am fine for now"

To Vetaka:

I was reading the plan for this and I read that you are presenting something from the eyes of a slave? Did this ex-slave have her name before you freed her from the ship, Bridget Smith is not a very Stratorian name. I understand that she might have changed her name before the shiping, but I beleive there are not any names such as that to be found in Strator, so might she not be a little scared to go by a name like that and risk being an outsider for having such a different name? You see, in Strator, depending on what level of society a person is in, they might have a name formed from their area number and their age, eg. X496A7 No.547. or they might go by a typical Stratorian name such as Yvaar Xerylzeus Kquarxes. This being the name of one of my bodygaurds. Names generally interfere with life at work so only those with really high class have names, so that people know them.

IC:

As the Wardog Delegation Motorcade pulled into the Presidential Complex into came to a halt exactly in line with the Red Carpet a member of the Diplomatic Guard opened the door and directed the desending Delegates up to Carpet to the waiting President. As the Wardog Delegation made its way up the Carpet the Diplomatic Guard of Honour again saluted with great precsion as they passed. The President took a breath offered his hand and began:

"Good Morning. Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I am President Daniel Gary Pearce. Lord-Govenor of Vetaka. I hope you have enjoyed your joruney up to now. Please make your way into the palace Refreshments and Guided Tours are avaliable. When they rest of the Delegates arrive the Conference will begin. Do you have anything you wish to ask me?"
"Why yes, actually." Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich figured that no chances should be taken on this matter. "First, could you perhaps seat us as close to the Stratorian delegation as possible? Our terms for their surrender are the ones active until such time as this conference makes its final determinations, and we feel this is only appropriate to keep Strator... in proper form." Politician or no, it was debatable whether Rilir was really behind Wagdog's Education Secretary or her instead in terms of disliking Strator.
"And second, although we will be civil, we humbly request not to be too close to the various Corporate Alliance delegations. As one of few Global Union of Socialist Nations delegations present, and in light of recent slanderous protests of our very formation delivered to our alliance HQ, we don't want to cause or provoke more incidents for your fine nation to have to deal with."
Rilir nodded silently in approval, his gold and green and crimson robes marking him apart from the swarming suits around as one of the Eldar; no mistake, even if one was far away enough not to notice the ears.

OOC: It's actually 'Wagdog,' not Wardog; as in the movie Wag the Dog and the saying behind it. Although I roleplay seriously now, I originally meant my country to be as silly and dysfunctional as possible, with the little things always getting in the way of important stuff; hence the name. Still, the mistake is a compliment if you had my sig in mind.:cool: I am a huge Ace Combat fan, so I can see where any confusion might've come from.

To Vetaka:

I was reading the plan for this and I read that you are presenting something from the eyes of a slave? Did this ex-slave have her name before you freed her from the ship, Bridget Smith is not a very Stratorian name. I understand that she might have changed her name before the shiping, but I beleive there are not any names such as that to be found in Strator, so might she not be a little scared to go by a name like that and risk being an outsider for having such a different name? You see, in Strator, depending on what level of society a person is in, they might have a name formed from their area number and their age, eg. X496A7 No.547. or they might go by a typical Stratorian name such as Yvaar Xerylzeus Kquarxes. This being the name of one of my bodygaurds. Names generally interfere with life at work so only those with really high class have names, so that people know them.

To: Strator Forigen Office
From: Vetakan Forigen Affairs

When the Vetakan Cargo Ship discovered Bridget hidding in the cargo hold. She was handed over to Vetakan Immigration once the ship reached port. Bridget was the name that she said she was called. As a result that was the name used for her Vetakan Citizenship. She was not in possesion of any Identification or anything that could suggest otherwise. We will try to asstain anything that could Identify her on your end.

Vetakan Forigen Affairs

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OOC: Sorry Wagdog. Yea Ditto on Ace Combat its my favourite game to.

"Why yes, actually." Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich figured that no chances should be taken on this matter. "First, could you perhaps seat us as close to the Stratorian delegation as possible? Our terms for their surrender are the ones active until such time as this conference makes its final determinations, and we feel this is only appropriate to keep Strator... in proper form." Politician or no, it was debatable whether Rilir was really behind Wagdog's Education Secretary or her instead in terms of disliking Strator.
"And second, although we will be civil, we humbly request not to be too close to the various Corporate Alliance delegations. As one of few Global Union of Socialist Nations delegations present, and in light of recent slanderous protests of our very formation delivered to our alliance HQ, we don't want to cause or provoke more incidents for your fine nation to have to deal with."
Rilir nodded silently in approval, his gold and green and crimson robes marking him apart from the swarming suits around as one of the Eldar; no mistake, even if one was far away enough not to notice the ears.

OOC: It's actually 'Wagdog,' not Wardog; as in the movie Wag the Dog and the saying behind it. Although I roleplay seriously now, I originally meant my country to be as silly and dysfunctional as possible, with the little things always getting in the way of important stuff; hence the name. Still, the mistake is a compliment if you had my sig in mind.:cool: I am a huge Ace Combat fan, so I can see where any confusion might've come from.

The Vetakan President similed. He had kept a close eye upon the Strator Affair and really admired the way in which Wagdog had conducted itself:

"To be honest the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department had been keeping me updated on your situation in Strator and we anticipated this as a result you are located on the table behind Strator and the Coporate Alliance Members are located on the opposite side of the hall. I hope that will satatisfy your needs?"

OOC: Vetaka, I gotta give you credit for keeping up with the posts, but you missed me! Post 52: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12359976&postcount=52

The Vetakan President similed. He had kept a close eye upon the Strator Affair and really admired the way in which Wagdog had conducted itself:

"To be honest the Vetakan Forigen Affairs Department had been keeping me updated on your situation in Strator and we anticipated this as a result you are located on the table behind Strator and the Coporate Alliance Members are located on the opposite side of the hall. I hope that will satatisfy your needs?"
Christine beamed, her seemingly age 29 appearance (if on the plainer end of that) fully showing off now in defiance of her century-plus chronological age. "That will be superb. Our thanks, again. We're ready to begin then. After you, Lord Governor." She curtsied in a way that few would expect had they known the bra-burning, Guevara-shirted radical she'd been when 29 years-old proper during Wagdog's early years; and then stood ready to go in, both listening to and talking turkey at last in this matter.

Adam Wincenty sat on a nice deck chair. Usually seen in a Class B uniform at work, it was a rare sight for him to be in shorts and a wife beater. He loved his Yacht, the "MDE White Dawn." It was really a status symbol: he was filthy rich, and wanted a yacht that could beat the ever living snot out of the closest any other pretender could have. Sure, the ole' 500 footer was nice, but it didn't have the 16" guns of his converted Montana-class. It really was a Montana only in name; it was much closer to a 5-star hotel, complete with a three-story dining room, ballroom, night club, a pair of bars and a grand conference room overlooking the sea at the bow. Its library had a few thousand books, and the ship could house 500 guests and their entourage in complete comfort, while 1,300 crewmembers kept the giant afloat. And manned the nuclear-powered warship's 16" guns and missile defenses, though they had yet to be fired in anger, and probably never would be. The armament was necessary: Pirates still roamed the Pacific, and the Ennusian government wanted more than mere pea-shooters to dissuade would-be borders. The nuclear-powered ship was the envy of most foreign visitors. By all accounts it was a yacht, just a really, really, really overly armed one. Too big to make port at the designated dock, it would be forced to moor just over the horizon, and helicopter would need to suffice for the time being, but after a week of sailing, everyone was ready to get off.

“General Wincenty, I believe it is time to get ready. We’re breaking away from the battle group, as you requested that it remain in international waters for the duration of this meeting, unless things went south." It was standard procedure for the leader of the massive nation to travel with escorts. In this case, the 79 ships, 340 planes, and 85,978 sailors of the 1st Carrier Battle Group stood ready to rape anything that dare harm their leader. Right now, they were targeting a stray Londinium warship, ready to erase it at a moment's notice.

Adam lifted his sunglasses up enough to see that it was Maj. Gen. Pearl Jagoda, the woman charged with heading the 342nd Armored Division, which would storm the capital of Vetaka should the Arch Arsonist need rescuing.

“Thank you General, I’ll be ready in half an hour.”

“Aye, Sir.”

Half an hour later to the dot, the Arch Arsonist was fully ready. Stepping on deck, he threw his hat on. He had a three-man advisory team with him; his Chief Economic Advisor Alexander Ioan, Director of the State Department Klara Mykhaila, and Director of International Relations Tomasz Swietoslaw. Gen. Wincenty wore an immaculate Dress Green uniform, proudly displaying legitimately earned decorations. Most proudly among them, held even higher than his commission as General of the Home Guard, was his “Order of Blood” medal, given to those wounded in combat. A silver banhammer, a smaller version of the one in the Capital Building, hung from the side opposite his chromed over L-26 pistol. Only an idiot in Mer des Ennuis traveled unarmed, doing so seemed to lack patriotism.

“Gentlemen, are we ready?” he asked of his advisors, who tersely nodded. They boarded the nearly-hovering modified HV4-Goshawk Transport Helicopter, along with a 8 guards; for military in full dress, and four Internal Security. Sure, 8 guards wasn’t much, but the four OI-33A1 "Svyatogor" assault helicopters acting as escorts for both the helicopter and the eventual motorcade sure did. While Gen. Wincenty loved traveling in a Limo, for this mission he preferred a more utilitarian Doomish MLD III IFV. Three of these heavily armored vehicles made up the motorcade, and were being lifted from the battlegroup's supply/landing craft. General Wincenty and his men hopped off the helicopter, which lifted off and began to circle overhead, and looked around.

OOC: Really sorry Land you choppers at the Presidential Palace. Im really sorry but at the moment i haven't got time to do a proper RP im on a date and im in the toilet on me MDA

OOC: NP, i'll edit the origional post accordingly

OOC: Really sorry dude!! This is my first time at one of these major posts.

IC:

As the Swilitia Delegates plane landed and taxied to its designated Bay. The Vetakan Forigen Affairs Secretary waited for them. She was Scarlet Rogers. As the plane came to a halt and the delegates desended to the tarmac. Scarlet flanked by 2 Vetakan Guards headed walked to towards the Delegation:

"Good Morning, Welcome to The Dominion of Vetaka. I hope you enjoyed your trip I am Scarlet Rogers Scretary of Forigen Affairs on the Vetakan Cabinet. I am sure you are aware of the current security situation. I can tell you at this time their is no threat to any Delegations and the Vetakan Defence Force has deployed to counter this threat. Further more we have increased Security as much as possible. Should you wish to leave immediatly we can have your plane refueled, re-supplied within 30 Minutes. We can also provide a new crew if you wish to leave. If you wish to stay then I can I see your Passport or Identification. Also can you sign this form. It is just your agreement to your Level 1 Diplomatic Security Clearence and Diplomatic Immunity. Personal Weapons are permitted please tick the relavant boxes. When you are finished you will take an escorted limo to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel to deposit your personal belongings from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the Vetakan President. Once all the delegates have arrived the Conference will begin. Any Questions Sir?"

The Swilatian prime minister answered "no, I do not have any questions."

Off the coast of Vetaka

A Mafia Amur 1450 class Submarine sailed far behind the Londim ship and near the Vetakan fleet. The crew of 37 stayed far away from its guns and detection units. The submarine is running under Air independent propulsion with electrical engines ensuring nearly complete silence.

The commander stared at the passive SONAR screen watching the massive ship ply the seas. He then ordered a missile be loaded into Tube 3.

The BrahMos supersonic antishipping cruise missile is fitted to a launch capsule to be fired out of the tube, then floats up to the surface, breeching the water, and rocketing at nearly Mach 3 toward the ship.

Why would the Mafia provoke this incident, perhaps mysterious orders from the Corporate Alliance for some yet unknown gain.

It didn't matter, right now all that mattered was that a supersonic antishipping missile was now roaring from near a Vetakan fleet toward a Londim battleship.

OOC: VVV Already has.

Off the coast of Vetaka

A Mafia Amur 1450 class Submarine sailed far behind the Londim ship and near the Vetakan fleet. The crew of 37 stayed far away from its guns and detection units. The submarine is running under Air independent propulsion with electrical engines ensuring nearly complete silence.

The commander stared at the passive SONAR screen watching the massive ship ply the seas. He then ordered a missile be loaded into Tube 3.

The BrahMos supersonic antishipping cruise missile is fitted to a launch capsule to be fired out of the tube, then floats up to the surface, breeching the water, and rocketing at nearly Mach 3 toward the ship.

Why would the Mafia provoke this incident, perhaps mysterious orders from the Corporate Alliance for some yet unknown gain.

It didn't matter, right now all that mattered was that a supersonic antishipping missile was now roaring from near a Vetakan fleet toward a Londim battleship.

OOC: Just reading this response. Like it but could it be put in the other thread "Out Of The Ashes Rises An Empire please?

OOC: Just reading this response. Like it but could it be put in the other thread "Out Of The Ashes Rises An Empire please?

OOC: Done

(OOC: Waiting for a reply here)

ooc: You're rping from a toliet while on a date..keep your eye on the goal man...jesus lol

IC:After dropping off his things and catching some much needed rest Kulls prepared for his trip to the Palace, the incident involving Londim had him a bit nervous about being near Vetakan government buildings as these would make great military targets should war break out. Kulls stood infront of the mirror adjusting the tie on his suit.

After being satisfied with his apperance he turned and grabbed his brief case before making his way down through the lobby stopping to grab some free fruit for a quick breakfast snack.

He hurried off and climbed in another one of the Vetakan Limos bound for the Palace.

"Thrity-Seven Hours, Im sure you must. Your Security clearence covers our customs so I can take it from you and deal with it. The Escorted limo behind me will transport your to the Hotel where you can deposit your belonngings from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President and on the Arrival of all Delegates the conference will begin. Any Questions Sir?"

"Thank you, I have no further questions"

Peterson proceeded to sign the form and handed over his customs form. The motorcade was certainly impressive and Peterson thought to himself

"Maybe if we win next year's election, that could become a regular occurrence"

It would certainly be a dream at best, the Labour Party had lanquished in opposition since the 1980s, and had nearly collapsed in the 1990s - Peterson had been the nineteenth Labour leader since they lost power in 1988

Before long, Peterson was at the hotel and depositing his bags; he wasn't carrying that much, just a spare change of clothes, a pair of books on slavery, a copy of the Slavery Prohibition Act, his duty free and a copy of his speech. Before long, Peterson was on his way again, with a copy of his speech and the Slavery Prohibition Act conviently placed in his suit pocket

IC:

Blushing. Ms Jones straightened herself up and began:

"Indeed I am Ms Jones and no their isn't a current or a future Mr Jones. Thank You but at this time I am concentrating on my Career. Your papers are in order. The Escorted Limo behind us will transport you to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel so that you may deposit your belonngings and then from their you will be transported to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President and the conference will begin once all the delegates have arrived. If you have no more questions please board the limo?"

"Of course, Ma'am. You have a lovely day," said Irons as he shook her hand and made his way to the automobile that would be transporting him. He put his identification in his pocket and put out his cigarette on the heel of his shoe before entering the vehicle. Not long afterwards he had arrived at the hotel, checked in and made his way to the Presidential Palace.

Irons stretched as he exited the vehicle, slipped the driver fifty u.s. dollars as he was out of country and the u.s. dollar was commonly accepted in most nations anyways; Irons could afford to be a little free with his money, after all the Emperor told him to enjoy himself. He made his way into the lobby of the Presidential Palace and proceeded to wait for the whole event to begin.

OOC: As most of you are now aware the current Situation is critical as a result the Conference is cancelled.

IC:

Simultaniously across all Theeb. Officials of Vetakan Forigen Affairs where now informing all Conference Delegates of the Situation. Theeb International had been shut down all Delegate aircraft where being prepped for the Rapid Evacuation of all Delegates under Contingent Delta of the Security Operation for the Summit. Helicopters and Limos now sped towards the Airport escorted by Apache Gunships and Police Cars.

The Situation was to dangerous to allow any Diplomatic Forigen Nationals to become caught up within the Situation. F-22 Raptors patrolled over ahead as all air Traffic across Vetaka was now grounded to all Flights except Military and Authorized Flights. This was now the single biggest threat to Vetaka. However the Vetakan Military had trained for this and where beginning all parts of the Civil Defence Plans. If the attack was to come altough Vetaka didn't want to. It was ready for the fight.

Irons could see the nation was suddenly thrown into a panic and when the security delegate assigned to him told him the situation and what he was to do, he wasn't totally surprised.

"I guess we shall leave then," said Irons to his assistant who was standing nearby.

"Right, sir," the man nodded in agreement, he could tell that something was going down.

They made their way to the hotel and to the airport with minor traffic problems along the way but all in all no real inconvenience.

Irons made his way onto the jet, he had a headache from all the running around, in fact he had had a headache since before he arrived. "Too much drinking or not drinking, I'll bet," he thought as he sat down and told for his pilot to gain clearance and take off for Hades International Airport. "Also, get me something with alcohol in it," he barked. A drink was brought to him; he drink between puffs on a cigarette he had started smoking since he sat down.

The pilot radioed the tower, "This is ITD Flight 002, Diplomatic Corp, requesting permission to take off, over."

"Thank You everything is in order. Here are your documents the Limo behind us will take you to the 6 Star White-Flower Hotel so that you may deposit your personal items. From their it will take you to the Presidential Palace where you will meet the President. When you arrive at the Palace please take a guided tour to the Armoury their a Vetakan White-Phoenix Tribemans whom are experts in weapons can clean and even service your weapon if you like?"

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OOC: The White-Phoenix tribe are native Vetakans whom live in the mountains the Govenrment are on very good terms with the tribe. They are experts in the ways of the warrior, weapons and live a very tribal life. If you put it in for a quick 30 minute service it will be like new.

"Ah, thank you very much," the shogun said. He got into the limo and endured a rather boring ride, as he had travelled alone. Finally, he reached his destination...only to find himself lost. He stopped the first person, "I'm here to meet the president, and then take a guided tour to the Armoury. Do you happen to know where I might find the help I need to do this?"

Irons could see the nation was suddenly thrown into a panic and when the security delegate assigned to him told him the situation and what he was to do, he wasn't totally surprised.

"I guess we shall leave then," said Irons to his assistant who was standing nearby.

"Right, sir," the man nodded in agreement, he could tell that something was going down.

They made their way to the hotel and to the airport with minor traffic problems along the way but all in all no real inconvenience.

Irons made his way onto the jet, he had a headache from all the running around, in fact he had had a headache since before he arrived. "Too much drinking or not drinking, I'll bet," he thought as he sat down and told for his pilot to gain clearance and take off for Hades International Airport. "Also, get me something with alcohol in it," he barked. A drink was brought to him; he drink between puffs on a cigarette he had started smoking since he sat down.

The pilot radioed the tower, "This is ITD Flight 002, Diplomatic Corp, requesting permission to take off, over."

"Flight ITD 002. The Airspace is Locked Down to all other Air Traffic. As a result the Air is yours. Runway 124 is all yours begin take off when ready. Rhino Control Out."

Skies over Vetaka

The State Department's jet approached Theeb with great speed.

"Of course, we would be late for something like this!" was the annoyed voice of one of the delegates. "Im sure we didn't miss anything" another added.

Up in the cockpit the pilots received a radio transmition from the airport "You want us to do what?" and the two pilots quickly turned the plane around.

Skies over Vetaka

The State Department's jet approached Theeb with great speed.

"Of course, we would be late for something like this!" was the annoyed voice of one of the delegates. "Im sure we didn't miss anything" another added.

Up in the cockpit the pilots received a radio transmition from the airport "You want us to do what?" and the two pilots quickly turned the plane around.

OOC: Sorry lol

The private jet made its way to runway 124 and commenced preflight checks.

"Buckle everything down, this could get bumpy," said the pilot over the intercom.

"Well, you better do your damnedest to keep things 'unbumpy', growled the delegate who's headache was now pounding; the pilot did not hear what he was saying though as he was up front in the cockpit and busy with other matters.

The pilot and co-pilot went through each listed item, "...navigation?" "check..." "....fuel?" "check..." and so on until they were positive the plane was ready to take off.

ZOOM

The plane was in the air and on it's way home.

"Call the Emperor... tell him that things did not turn out so well and that we are coming home. Tell him it may be on the news." sighed Irons, his migraine finally subsiding and then he fell asleep.

OOC: Sorry lol

no its my fault i didn't see the topic fast enough.

another time my friend...:p

Strator heard the news a little latter than most others, but he really did not need to go in such a hurry. He grabbed his possetions and left the suite, he then went down to the front desk and checked out. At least this meant no more law changing. He went out to his harrier and took off. He landed in his Kirov then he prepared to leave. But then, a bullet hit the metal deck of the airship, creating a telltale sound. He quickly turned on the radion transmitter and reached the Vetakan foreign office. Strator was not the kind to retreat from a fight, but when he did, if a single bullet was aimed at him, he would rain hell on his enemies. The bullet had come from one of the ships opposing Vetaka, probably a badly trained sniper, or an over-confident one.

"Do you need help with this little problem?"

Rene looked disappointed; news had just come in about the small war that might kick off in his region "You shouldn't bow to people like Londim; they'd have to be insane to attack diplomats. It’s the fastest way to international suicide I can think of" Rene said.

"You should continue with the conference. It’s the best way to stand up to people like that" she added a moment later running a hand through her shortish hair and adjusting her glasses. "If you can get me a secure line; I can order one of our Carrier Strike groups here from my home nation"

Adam Wincenty was pissed. He was sitting in the helicopter, legs hanging idly out the side as it waited to take off, before an Idea struck him. "Say, instead of meeting in the palace, why not on the floating fortress?" His "yacht" could withstand a direct impact from pretty much any low-grade nuclear weapon, and it was highly unlikely that anything would reach it. He whispered to one of his guards, who in turn ran off to find the highest ranking Vetakan official he could find. He relayed the following message:

"General Adam Wincenty wishes to inform your government that he would be willing to provide the services of his Yacht the White Dawn, capable of comfortably holding 500 delegates and their escorts. Obviously, this conference is too small to even fill her to the buldge. The ship itself can be moved anywhere in the world, and we could easily move it to the security of Mer des Ennuis. The battlegroup charged with escorting her contains some of the largest warships ever built, and our anti-submarine capacity is awesome.

Lastly, should you not take us up on this offer, the Arch Arsonist wishes me to inform your government that he has an armored division that can be rapidly deployed for defense in this city should the need arise, and he would be more than happy to deploy the battle group, currently attempting to locate the submarine, in defense of your nation, should it be necessary. All he asks in exchange for the latter is three days shore leave for the men aboard the ships."

Rene looked disappointed; news had just come in about the small war that might kick off in his region "You shouldn't bow to people like Londim; they'd have to be insane to attack diplomats. It’s the fastest way to international suicide I can think of" Rene said.

"You should continue with the conference. It’s the best way to stand up to people like that" she added a moment later running a hand through her shortish hair and adjusting her glasses. "If you can get me a secure line; I can order one of our Carrier Strike groups here from my home nation"
OOC: Sorry if this seems like eavesdropping, but this looks like the best place to put my bit in since I haven't evacuated yet...
IC: Overhearing the conversation amid all the hubbub, Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich agreed. "Yes," she averred. "Cancelling this conference is bowing down to a quote, 'cowardly imperialist degenerate;' if you pardon my French." She flashed a smile at President Pearce, her most winning and yet fervid possible to convey the sincerity she really meant. "I'm sure our honored guest Bridget didn't survive the hell she went through just for another hopped up dictator to ruin her chance at freedom." Christine paused for emphasis, then continued.
"Wagdog's ccupation of Southeastern Strator doesn't really need three carrier and landing groups to support anymore; one carrier group alone should suffice now that our Seventh Army and Seventh Army Air Force are in place under Seventh Army Group HQ. We can redeploy the two carrier and two landing groups to international waters pending how this all plays out. Just one phone call to my husband," she got her cell out since she didnt particularly care if Londim caught this one call; better if they did, in fact. "And our money can be flowing into your coffers within the second we hear of Londim getting too chesty; it stands so reserved even now." Now for the Hail Mary pass...
And if they really push their luck," She knew these strategic plans from her earlier calls to her husband on the secure phone, and added, "another call from me can have our fleets moving against them after only a resupply stop back in our ports. Not to impose, just to let you know that you don't have to stand alone in this. You have allies, should you choose to have them."
She and Rilir could only wait for Pearce's answer now. They didn't trust much to hope, since the evacuation orders had been given. But still, Christine thought. Surely he's seen the intelligence? Hell, even WITH us at his side Londim still has the edge in a prolonged conflict. And I don't even want to think about adding the Corporate Alliance into that. He needs allies; NOW, or else Vetaka's going down as surely as we took down Strator. And Christine was truly tired of seeing Justice so rudely interrupted as that; as was, it happened all the time in this mad world.

OOC: As most of you are now aware the current Situation is critical as a result the Conference is cancelled.
OOC: I'm not sure I understand what's going on, besides a ship attacked. Could you give an OOC briefing in the now-OOC thread:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=518534 ?

(Well, let's consider it our OOC thread since this one started for IC).

BTW, just in case, if there's air combat expected - Lambert's plane (ALF-22N, a close derivative of you guess what) isn't just for show: airforce is the best way to jumpstart career in Vault-Tec or ALC, and the background of most officials delegated to risky events. So keep in mind there's an ace around, who can take a part of the air force under efficient command. In case it's needed, of course.

To Mer Der Ennius: They've got a pretty advanced submarine, not just a missile... no armored warship can withstand torpedoes (just believe me, or discuss in the OOC thread), and these guys may be inconsiderate enough to actually sink the ship full of delegates.

IC:


Borland rushed the car even faster than the first time. Michael was making a calls to the Aerospace Logistics.
- "Kirill?"
- "Online. Who's it...?"
They were actually quite familiar with Kirill Leonov, the Nonconsensual Delivery Department coordinator, when Michael was just two levels below him, as air division commander, but in the two years probably were too long a time.
- "Michael Lambert, VTCC. I'm in Vetaka on a conference. There seems to be an attack."
- "So you gonna be rich - well, glad to hear from you. Attacker, forces, scale?"
- "I really have no idea. Could you just check it with sats? Contact Lightning, they should intercept the communications. I'm at the central airport."
- "I'll check. Just in case, the Lights already have some strikers in the orbit. Keep yourself."
- "Thanks. Well, until then."

Michael exited the limo and rushed to his plane, showing the diplomatic documents to the staff.
- "Filled up? The extra tank? Fill it."
After helping the mechanics to connect the trunk to the second fuel interface, he jumped into the plane.

Mr. Peterson was on his way to the conference when all of the sudden, the limo turned around.

"Excuse me sir, apparently there is a very very urgent call for you back at the hotel"

Peterson made his way back to his room where Yvonne Gorman, the Duchess of Buller, and the Shadow Leader of the Executive Council was on the line.

"Oliver, the conference has been cancelled, I just received the call a few minutes ago - you do know that it is three in the frecking morning here"

"Yes, Yvonne, I know what time it is back in Ptolemais"

"Anyway, we have very bad news; all commercial flights in and out of Vetaka have been cancelled, and as you know, His Majesty and half the damn government are partying it up in New Katagan, so we cannot contact them for help"

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Well, Oliver, I think you are going to have to stay put, I am trying to get a line through to the Attorney-General, however, he does not seem to be answering; as Acting Prime Minister, he is going to make the decision whether to rescue you or not. I am also trying to contact the other countries that have gone to this conference, however, we are out of luck. Also, we don't have the funds to charter any planes."

"I know, why do you think I came commercial?"

"Also, there are only 196 citizens of the Empire in Vetaka, not enough to cause a panic among government circles."

"Well, Yvonne, I think I am going to stay put here. If anything does go wrong, I have a copy of my will in my office in the second drawer; the key is kept by the Whip. Also, we may not be able to get into contact again; I am going to try and jury-rig some sort of radio system."

The hotel was a scene of chaos, bags were everywhere in the lobby, signs that all the delegates had been suddenly forced to evacuate. Peterson had never been in such a situation before, it seemed like war was ready to break out between Vetaka and Londim, and he certainly hoped that the Empire would not be dragged into it. Although he was the Leader of the Opposition, he knew that in the event of his death, many Nationalists as well as Conservative Alliance members would call for war, along with his own party - for the pure reason that his death would lead to Labour soaring in the polls.

Back home, Parliament was a den of activity. Labour Party members had been woken up as soon as calls had gone through to their houses. It was not yet dawn, yet an emergency caucus meeting was being prepared, and a press conference scheduled for 8:30am. Televisions were on with every single major channel, members hoping for any ounce of news.

Mr. Peterson was on his way to the conference when all of the sudden, the limo turned around.

"Excuse me sir, apparently there is a very very urgent call for you back at the hotel"

Peterson made his way back to his room where Yvonne Gorman, the Duchess of Buller, and the Shadow Leader of the Executive Council was on the line.

"Oliver, the conference has been cancelled, I just received the call a few minutes ago - you do know that it is three in the frecking morning here"

"Yes, Yvonne, I know what time it is back in Ptolemais"

"Anyway, we have very bad news; all commercial flights in and out of Vetaka have been cancelled, and as you know, His Majesty and half the damn government are partying it up in New Katagan, so we cannot contact them for help"

"What do you suggest I do?"

"Well, Oliver, I think you are going to have to stay put, I am trying to get a line through to the Attorney-General, however, he does not seem to be answering; as Acting Prime Minister, he is going to make the decision whether to rescue you or not. I am also trying to contact the other countries that have gone to this conference, however, we are out of luck. Also, we don't have the funds to charter any planes."

"I know, why do you think I came commercial?"

"Also, there are only 196 citizens of the Empire in Vetaka, not enough to cause a panic among government circles."

"Well, Yvonne, I think I am going to stay put here. If anything does go wrong, I have a copy of my will in my office in the second drawer; the key is kept by the Whip. Also, we may not be able to get into contact again; I am going to try and jury-rig some sort of radio system."

The hotel was a scene of chaos, bags were everywhere in the lobby, signs that all the delegates had been suddenly forced to evacuate. Peterson had never been in such a situation before, it seemed like war was ready to break out between Vetaka and Londim, and he certainly hoped that the Empire would not be dragged into it. Although he was the Leader of the Opposition, he knew that in the event of his death, many Nationalists as well as Conservative Alliance members would call for war, along with his own party - for the pure reason that his death would lead to Labour soaring in the polls.

Back home, Parliament was a den of activity. Labour Party members had been woken up as soon as calls had gone through to their houses. It was not yet dawn, yet an emergency caucus meeting was being prepared, and a press conference scheduled for 8:30am. Televisions were on with every single major channel, members hoping for any ounce of news.

IC:

It took Ms Jones a while to find Mr Peterson the man whom had come to the Conference on a Commercial Flight. When she eventually found him. She smiled and straightend up:

"Sir, As part of the Security Opeation for the Summit. Under Contingent Plan Delta we have begun a full scale Evacuation of all Delegates. We are aware you flew in upon a Commercial Airline as a result. Vetaka has Charterd a private jet for you to Evacuate you. Which will be authorized to fly out under the no fly restriction. If you will gather your things and follow me to the Limo you will be in the air within an Hour. Vetaka would like to Limit any International situation. Any Questions Sir?"
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OOC:

In the name of Good RP and to save a nightmare of organization from developing this thread is now the OCC thread. All IC stuff should be posted within the "Out of the Ashes An Empire Rises" (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=518840) Below is an OOC Brief of the Current Situation:

- Anti-Slavery Conference has been cancelled
- Vetakan Air Space has been closed down however all Delegate Flights have been authorized to leave.

- Vetaka and Londim at this time have not delivered any Declerations of War. It is just a very Hot International Incident.

- Vetaka has been framed for firing upon the Londim ship LSS Stormfront via a Submarine.

- The attack was carried out by a very advanced small sub being RP'd by Leafanistan

- As a result the main Vetakan Battlegroup has withdrawn by 10 Miles and a small Anti-Submarine Force has begun hunting for this submarine.

- Vetaka is trying to calm the situation however it is ready for any Conflict.

- By Mutual Agreement NO Nuclear Weapons or WMD's of any kind.

OOC: Vetaka, I sunk the sub last night through saturation depth charge bombing. A titanium sub like he used (used because it is not ferrous I imagine) makes a lot of noise when it blows the way his did, and any sonar operator would hear it, and an armored warship could withstand a direct torpedo hit, depending on the size and type of the torpedo itself.

2Vetaka: So all this thread was a hoax?

2MDE:
A direct torpedo hit is actually much less dangerous than indirect below-keel hit. The ship, being a huge beam, in case of battleship carrying also armor, breaks, losing support of the water, displaced by the explosion. Bismark resisted violent close-range bombardment for hours, turning into a floating piece of scrap, but still keeping afloat and for a long time even "alive" below the WL and moving. It seemed just impossible to sink. Then the Allies resorted to torpedoes, and in moments Bismark went to the the sea floor.

So a battleship is not the best place to hide from submarines...


[ P.S. Check my profile. I have an idea of what I'm talking about. ]

OOC: So where are we in all of this? I'm lost.

OOC Post:

- To Vault 10: No the Thread wasn't a hoax I had every intention of hosting the conference. The Londim situation was totally unexpected. Once it cools I intend to launch the Conference again.

-To MED: Ok ill RP accordingly

-To Swilatia: The Conference is cancelled all Delegates are being Evacuated. Vetaka has been framed for suppoesdly firing on a Londim ship which was in International Waters close to the Vetakan Naval Boundary. The attack was actually carried out by a small hi-tech sub RP'd by Leafantan. As result the situation is now a tinder box waiting to go up in flames.

OOC Post:

- To Vault 10: No the Thread wasn't a hoax I had every intention of hosting the conference. The Londim situation was totally unexpected. Once it cools I intend to launch the Conference again.

-To MED: Ok ill RP accordingly

-To Swilatia: The Conference is cancelled all Delegates are being Evacuated. Vetaka has been framed for suppoesdly firing on a Londim ship which was in International Waters close to the Vetakan Naval Boundary. The attack was actually carried out by a small hi-tech sub RP'd by Leafantan. As result the situation is now a tinder box waiting to go up in flames.
OOC: Uh... Vetaka, my Deputy General Secretary's supposed to be directly speaking to your President just before her evac; like right after your press conference since she's sort of violating orders to make a political statement on your behalf. See my latest if you somehow missed it (no problem if you did, Londim's indeed turned this into a zoo.:headbang:) Any comment to her; rough hustling by VDF security back to her waiting An-72 while Rilir follows behind grumbling about 'the impatience of Humans,' maybe?:confused:

OOC: Uh... Vetaka, my Deputy General Secretary's supposed to be directly speaking to your President just before her evac; like right after your press conference since she's sort of violating orders to make a political statement on your behalf. See my latest if you somehow missed it (no problem if you did, Londim's indeed turned this into a zoo.:headbang:) Any comment to her; rough hustling by VDF security back to her waiting An-72 while Rilir follows behind grumbling about 'the impatience of Humans,' maybe?:confused:


Dude not my fault. I accepted Vetakas invitation to start a situation. It hads a bit of excitement. Once all this is over I'm sure the conference will be up and running again.

OOC: Uh... Vetaka, my Deputy General Secretary's supposed to be directly speaking to your President just before her evac; like right after your press conference since she's sort of violating orders to make a political statement on your behalf. See my latest if you somehow missed it (no problem if you did, Londim's indeed turned this into a zoo.:headbang:) Any comment to her; rough hustling by VDF security back to her waiting An-72 while Rilir follows behind grumbling about 'the impatience of Humans,' maybe?:confused:


OOC: Sorry its getting hard to keep on track and organised.

IC:

He smiled an the Deputy General Secretary and then whispered to her:

"Follow me."

The President then walked away, the wagdog delegation following whom where in turn by alot of Vetakan Security Personel. The President walked for a mear 20 Seconds before turning into a room. The Wagdog delegation followed him in. The President saluted his Security whom returned the salute shut the door and took up guard positions on the outside. The President again smiled again and began:

"Im sorry for that. Its just I don't want to take any chances on making the current situation any worse. I want to thank you for your concern for Vetaka. However the valiant troops of wagdog need a rest and to return to their famillies and friends after the Strator Campaign. I could never except your money. After all it is your money you should spend it upon yourselfs. As for Vetaka we will surive. We have surived a Civil War that saw 5 Million Vetakans killed. The point is I will do all I can to stop any war and I will not be authorizing any Offensive attacks. Should Vetaka be invaded the Military will stand and defend yes they may be outnumbered but the Vetakan Military is famous for always refusing to Surrender or be taken. As for the Corporate Alliance or any other potential invader if they come they will either have to attack and risking killing Millions or nuke us and destroy the nation. Thank You for your support and offer of aid however I will not allow anybody whom doesnt have to. To become involved within this Situation. Now im afraid I must go and take charge and try to solve the very sensitive situation.

OOC: Sorry its getting hard to keep on track and organised.

IC:

He smiled an the Deputy General Secretary and then whispered to her:

"Follow me."

The President then walked away, the wagdog delegation following whom where in turn by alot of Vetakan Security Personel. The President walked for a mear 20 Seconds before turning into a room. The Wagdog delegation followed him in. The President saluted his Security whom returned the salute shut the door and took up guard positions on the outside. The President again smiled again and began:

"Im sorry for that. Its just I don't want to take any chances on making the current situation any worse. I want to thank you for your concern for Vetaka. However the valiant troops of wagdog need a rest and to return to their famillies and friends after the Strator Campaign. I could never except your money. After all it is your money you should spend it upon yourselfs. As for Vetaka we will surive. We have surived a Civil War that saw 5 Million Vetakans killed. The point is I will do all I can to stop any war and I will not be authorizing any Offensive attacks. Should Vetaka be invaded the Military will stand and defend yes they may be outnumbered but the Vetakan Military is famous for always refusing to Surrender or be taken. As for the Corporate Alliance or any other potential invader if they come they will either have to attack and risking killing Millions or nuke us and destroy the nation. Thank You for your support and offer of aid however I will not allow anybody whom doesnt have to. To become involved within this Situation. Now im afraid I must go and take charge and try to solve the very sensitive situation.
"Very well, Lord-Governor." Christine tried her best to keep a smile, despite the mordant thoughts prevailing. Your suicide then... We'll just see how my husband can play within those rules anyway. "We shall go at once; we already suspect we may have been targeted in some way through this incident, either specifically or simply as part of some conspiracy against the GUSN. Sorry to sound paranoid, but with the likes of Skgorria and Leafanistan in attendance we must be on guard, you understand."
She turned to go before daintily adding, "Remember, we're growing stronger by the day, and mobilizing ourselves in any case should Londim indeed have us in mind 'next' after you. We could turn the tide should you truly need us, woe should that day come of course. Trust me, I speak from personal experience, which your intelligence files on my early background can confirm in detail at your convenience." She flashed her 'battle smile' at that; a sight equal parts beautiful and deadly.
She then motioned to Rilir, and they reached the diplomatic motorcycles before making to the White Flower Hotel at top speed to pick up their baggage. Thence, under Vetakan escort, they proceeded to the airport, the safety of their Il-86 Camber aircraft, and home as soon as possible...
Meanwhile, the Wagdoggie Red Banner Navy still had a mission, war against Londim or no. The General Secretary was soon to announce a Neutrality Patrol in International Waters between Vetaka and Londim. All innocent ships would be protected, and any act against them would be an international incident at best, and an act of war against Wagdog at worst. Sixth Fleet was charged with this task in the coming days, with more to follow in time as soon as the ships could be organized.
The fleet was all-new, and consisted of:
2 Kiev/Gorshkov class CVS, UWS Leon Trotsky and UWS Karl Leibknecht
2 Ivan Rogov class LPDs, UWS Red Front and UWS Red Dawn
4 Berezina class AOEs
12 Neustrashimy class FFGs
20 Improved Kilo class SSKs

OOC: Forgot my aircraft type last post, oops. In your reply, you might want to comment on my escort just in case somebody gets any ideas. You may want to prevent war, and I don't particularly care one way or another ICly or OOCly, aside from not wanting you beat upon any more than Undead Falcons did. It's simple strategy as well as good statesmanship; If you go down, my risk of defeat-in-detail by an emboldened Londim grows, and I'm not (yet) a nuclear power able to deter him. But clearly the kibitzers are chanting "Fight!..." already.:rolleyes:

OOC: Maybe we can hold this some-where else because of this?

What about Vault 10, then? Vault 10 is a particularly mountainous country, revived after a nuclear war. It consists mostly of underground facilities - as people say, because they want to survive the war if it happens again, but really because most of the surface is contaminated anyway. The terrain is impassible due to mountains and radiation, and air is the only transport route, besides inter-vault subways. Pretty much a country in forced isolation.
If a bunch of multinational corporations arguing over who owns the uninhabitable remains of the land (and who are the commies) can be called a country, though.

Well, for a really dedicated group there are ways to intervene everywhere, but they have to be way more creative and cunning than a military attack.

And, of course, there's some sightseeing here as well... I won't be able to hold as many meetings individually as Vetaka, only collectively - but others always can participate - I never mind my people being RPed by others. And these can be not only my people, just in case, Vetaka can take some of the staff aboard ALC transports. Never mind some humour being applied to the Vault 10 as well, to counterbalance. So you can feel free to play the host part as well (not restricting the guest part, of course).

So that's a very safe place to hold a conference - if one doesn't mind somewhat exotic mix of irradiated mountains, underground facilities, terraformed beautiful parks and huge industrial structures, of course. And corporations which sometimes make ones from Jennifer Government look like pussies, and sometimes make Baby Lenin smile.

OOC: "And corporations which sometimes make ones from Jennifer Government look like pussies, and sometimes make Baby Lenin smile."

That Actually made me laugh our loud in RL; Veteka hope you don't mind but since we asked about staying first I'm gonna assume that Rene went with the waqdog representative….

IC:
Rene sighed with disappointment; "Our Warships have been on 48 hour notice due to the possible Raven Corp conflict in Freznia; we could send some here as…military trainers or simply as a show of force and solidarity with Veteka. True; we do not have any prior diplomatic ties with your nation but are willing to provide our full support as we believe your nation would not provoke an armed conflict"

"Allow me to be blunt" she said her voice taking on an almost Ǽtheric and deathly air to it; "To fight Veteka alone will be nothing short of suicide; I do not underestimate your resolve or will to fight but Londim does have the military edge here. You are not alone; you do have friends here; lets not even think what might happen if this sucker goes nuclear"

"if you change your mind; you know where we are" she said with a sigh as she turned on her heal and walked out; the trip back to the hotel to collect there baggage was a silent one. Rene was pissed; she had no doubt that the conference would be re-scheduled but it shouldn't have had to be. After surviving the total mess that was the hotel baggage handling she arrived back at the private jet shadowed by her security team.

"Fuck it" she said simply picking up the secured satellite phone from her planes office and calling the presidents mansion

"Hello" the sleepy female voice replied

"Wake the president Maggie"

"Rene? Its 2am what the hells going on?"

"Yes I know what time it is, wake him"

There was a brief click as she was put on hold.

"Hello? Rene?" the tied and raspy voice of Jeff Friedman came over the phone a whole five minutes later.

"Mr President; We have a situation here. Are our warships still on 48 hour deployment notice?"

"Yes, what's going on"

"It looks like we might have a problem; some whacko is trying to start a war between Veteka and Londim and we're right at ground zero if this sucker goes nuclear" Rene was blunt and to the point, as always.

"I'll order the Flag Battle group and Carrier Group Alpha out to international waters nearby on…exercises, and send the 1st and 2nd Stealth Bomber wing to our airbase in Al Ramin they won't like it but its only temporary" the president said simply

"Thank you Mr President"

Dude not my fault. I accepted Vetakas invitation to start a situation. It hads a bit of excitement. Once all this is over I'm sure the conference will be up and running again.
OOC: Aah. Somehow I missed this post... Well, ICly I still have move my fleet, since my government suspects (and only that, no specifics yet; basically just situationally-informed paranoia) you're being used as a Corporate Alliance pawn to start a world war against the GUSN; but OOCly this helps much.;) Thnx.

I would allow it to be in strator but that would damage the chances of me having supporters

NOTE: this is an OOC post, do not take this as a cue to make your governments oppose mine more...

are you gonna make another thread for this?

OOC: I'm out. As this is turning into a ridiculous war, and I don't see the point IC'ly the only nations still wanting to RP this are those engaging in slavery or profiting from it.

I just like blowing things up and I had to ask permission of those nations whihc have beaten me

OOC: I have no interest in wars. I might be leaving off from this soon.

So... is there going to be a new conference?

OOC:

If people want it to be.
I can keep it without wars.

OOC: There is a big chance war will not come about. The conerence can easily be continued instead of cancelled either in Vetaka where it is likely I will not attack or in another nation that attended this conference.

Well, I would not want it hosted in Swilatia, mostly for IC reasons.

OOC: Apologies for being so late. I was out of town for a few days


IC:

The foreign minister was very snnoyed. A snowstorm had delayed his flight so long they had actually had to send him to the summit in a jet launched by a carrier. The plane was finally arriving at the summit.

OOC: Apologies for being so late. I was out of town for a few days


IC:

The foreign minister was very snnoyed. A snowstorm had delayed his flight so long they had actually had to send him to the summit in a jet launched by a carrier. The plane was finally arriving at the summit.

OOC: the summit seems to have been postponed indefinately, due to a situation between Vetaka and Londim.

OOC:

Vault City can host it. And that is neither where one in his mind would attack, nor where one out of his mind would succeed.


So it isn't all over.