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The conference for TASA is being held in Kerzokoia, Kryozerkia.

All members of the alliance and potential future members have been invited to join in the process.

The following documentation, adapted from the summit in Theeb, Vetaka, has been included in the paperwork sent to all nations who have been invited. The accord is the ground work for the alliance, but it can be expanded upon to include a solid definition.

- The Theeb Accords -

A statement of common consensus on the inhumanity of slavery

Preamble
In response to the growing desire of a majority of nations and their citizenry for the universal abolition of slavery, the following accords and protocols were established by international agreement within the Vetakan City of Theeb. The following articles outline a series of five basic human rights all signatories to these accords accept and vow to act in accordance with:

Article One
All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights. They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of brotherhood.

Article Two
Everyone is entitled to all the rights and freedoms set forth in this Declaration, without distinction of any kind, such as race, colour, sex, language, religion, political or other opinion, national or social origin, property, birth or other status. Furthermore, no distinction shall be made on the basis of the political, jurisdictional or international status of the country or territory to which a person belongs, whether it be independent, trust, non-self-governing or under any other limitation of sovereignty.

Article Three
Everyone has the right to life, liberty and the security of person.

Article Four
No one shall be held in slavery or servitude; slavery and the slave trade shall be prohibited in all their forms.

Article Five
Everyone has the right to work, to free choice of employment, and to just and favourable conditions of work. Everyone who works has the right to just and favourable remuneration ensuring for himself and his family an existence worthy of human dignity. Everyone has the right to rest and leisure, including reasonable limitation of working hours and periodic holidays with pay.

We the undersigned, representatives of our respective nations, hereby affirm the support of our nation for the above accords and resolve to act accordingly.

[SIGNATURES]

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Current Signatories:

The Grand Duchy of Aunesia
The Dominion of Vetaka
The United Commonwealth of Kryozerkia


Signatories will be added as necessary.

For all nations who are in the alliance, included in the package is the necessary documentation to cross the border into Kryozerkia, as well as information about accommodations. We're sure you'll find the quarters we have reserved for your delegations to be more than suitable.

The conference, unlike the summit is an open forum for all delegates to speak. However, there will be a group of moderators who oversee the process. The will not interfere unless it is proven to be necessary.

Security will be taken care of by our MS City Brigade, though we don't anticipate trouble. There will be rallies from what we have learned, but the rallies are in support of our cause and the people will march against the nations who support the practice of slave trading.

The conference will only be two days, but your delegations are welcomed to stay for the week and enjoy the sights and culture that our nation has to offer.

Sincerely,
Krystal Kane
Right Honourable Prime Minister

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Prime Minister's Office

The young secretary glance up, as he read back the letter he had been dictated. He awaited Krystal's acknowledgement.

Nodding she replied, "Good. Please see that it is sent out to our alliance members."

He paused for a moment before asking, "what of potential members?"

"Send them a letter of invitation as well." she said then added, "and don't bother to edit it. We've got enough room in the capital city to house the delegations in luxury quarters."

"At a cost to the taxpayer no doubt." a man at the door remarked nastily.

Krystal turned to face the leader of the Loyal Opposition. Her upper lip curled into a sneer. "What do you want, Lukas?"

Opposition leader Lukas Lexington shrugged. "Nothing; just wanted to irritate you. Nothing more gratifying than seeing you loose your cool. You'll never be able to fulfull your father's shoes. Irving Kane was a better Prime Minister than you'll ever be."

Krystal's eyes shone angrily as her nostrils flared indignantly, "get out of my office!"

Lukas leaned against the door frame. "Only on one condition."

"What?" she snapped.

"I get to open the conference."

"No way! International delegates are not coming to hear some two-bit opposition leader speak on important issues. If you were to speak, you'd need the majority of the vote, and you are barely the leader of the Loyal Opposition as it stands."

"And like they want to hear some whiny chick talk?"

"They listened when I proposed the alliance!"

"Eto... uh...." her secretary didn't quite know what to say. This happened everyday and still, he didn't now how to defuse it. "Prime Minister?"

"What?"

The young man backed off at her tone and replied in a small voice, "Nothing..."

Snickering at Krystal, the opposition leader left the room, remarking on something she has said in the House of Commons earlier that day while seeking to get funding for the conference.

In a fit of rage, she grabbed her coffee mug and hurled it at the door as it closed. The mug hit the solid oak door, shattering into a million pieces.

Her secretary looked up. "Want me to call in the cleaning lady?"

Regaining her composure, Krystal replied, "please."

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ooc: the sign-up thread - Anti-Slavery Alliance (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521529)

It was to be a bad day for the world's secretaries, but Wes Winters was lucky enough not to have that knowledge as he strolled into work. He was a few minutes later than the prescribed 9:00 starting time, but that had never been any real problem before; his boss, the Deputy Minister for Social Welfare Sarah Roberts was just as lazy as he was. When a department gets absolutely no government funding, they don't really have a lot of work to do other than certain international social occasions - the Senior Minister was away at the Vetakan Anti-Slavery Conference and, by all accounts, was having a nice time tearing the Stratorian delegates' arguments to bits.

"WINTERS!" came the shout from upstairs as Wes hung his coat on the hook. It was shortly followed by the irate Deputy Minister stamping down the stairs in what can only be described as a huff. "WHAT TIME IS THIS?"

"Er, nine, ma'am," replied Wes, looking at his watch. He'd set it five minutes slow already to at least give him a reason for being late, and offered it up; the Minister, however, ignored it completely.

"I just checked your mail, a task YOU should have been here for, and get this - I've been invited to a conference in Kryozerkia. I have to be informed of these things WHEN THEY HAPPEN, not hours after!" It was clear there was something seriously wrong with the Minister, but in his own lazy way, Wes simply put it down to her period and logged on to his computer.

"I will be in Kryozerkia for at least the next two days. If anyone comes looking for me, tell them I'm ill. And get to work, dammit!" As she stomped out of the Ministry's office, Wes rolled his eyes before loading up his copy of Sin. There was a pile of documents sitting in his in-tray, but they were only ever petitions to be glanced over and dismissed at best. Maybe Wes was a bad employee, but the problem was far more likely to lie in the fact nobody cared about their department any more - the office he was using was also the Deputy Minister's house, she lived on the top floor and all official business took place on the ground floor.

Sitting in her chauffeur-driven limousine - a throwback from the days when anybody cared about social welfare - Sarah sighed. She was supposed to be met by her security, a six-strong team of ex-Special Unit men, at the Boca Raton airport then fly directly to Kryozerkia, but she honestly wondered if it was even worth it. The Vetakan conference was proving to be little more than pointless - after all, who invited the dictator of a nation known to trade in slaves to something dedicated to eradicating the practice? - but this was one of the few requirements her position had. Still, she couldn't help but hate it at times.

One of these times was shortly to come.

(OOC: I think someone forgot to reply to me in the earlier (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12458389&postcount=62) anti-slavery thread, so I'm assuming that I ended up getting some kind of response. Otherwise, assume the MFA managed to get the required entry documents.)

Martin Anderson boarded the flight to Kryozerkia. He was the secretary to the Minister of Foreign Affairs, who was off in Whyatica trying to get some prisoners in Doomingsland released. He had prepared for this operation by obtaining the required documents, reading up on Kryozerkian diplomatic protocol, and talking to the Minister on the cell.

The plane flew towards Kerzokoia, carrying the secretary, a tall, muscled man of about 30 with short blond hair and a deep tan. He stood about 6'1" and looked like a soccer player or some kind of athlete. Anderson was dressed in a typical man's business suit and tie, and carrying a briefcase containing information about the meeting, foreign language dictionaries, and whatever he might need while sightseeing before the meeting got down.

Joseph sat in his president's chair, a leather arm chair placed behind an oak desk. The desk had all kinds of files and documents strewn across it, along with a digital alarm clock that would go off to alert Joseph when public speakings, trips, and other major events would be taking place. In case that failed, there was also a calendar on the desk...buried under the piles of paperwork.
He was currently busy writing a strong-worded letter to some third-world country, insisting that they abolish their slavery market, when suddenly the doors to his office swung open.
A tall, burly man with no hair wearing a black business suit rushed in. The man had a radio tucked underneath his pants belt that emitted static.
He carefully placed a folder on Joseph's desk, one that didn't look much different from the others. But it's contents stood out greatly.
He pulled out the file inside, stood up, and started pacing while reading it.
The file, created by the Dominion of Vedeka, demanded that all humans were equal regardless of gender, race, age, and nationality. That all humans deserved the right to choose their occupation, and no one could force them to work in unfavorable conditions, and that all slave trading nations must abolish their practice immediately.

After what seemed to be an eternity of reading and re-reading, Joseph finally put the file back into the folder. He sat down back in his leather chair, and sighed. It wasn't a frustrated sigh, it was a relieved sigh.
"I was starting to wonder when the Dominion would finished that damn thing. Until they did, there wasn't much we could do except argue. Send a letter back to Kryozerkia's leaders and to Vedeka. Tell them Joseph Arnarson personally read their consensus, and stands firmly behind their decision to abolish slavery across the globe, and that I will arrive as soon as possible to their conference."
Without even so much as nodding, the man in the black suit turned around, and walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
Joseph placed the folder aside, and continued reading and signing documents regarding the European Islands. This didn't last long, however.
After only a couple seconds of doing this, he stood up out of his leather chair, straightened his tie, stroked his beard, and walked out of the office.
As he past his secretary, he told her, "Prepare my private jet to fly. I'm heading to Kryozerkia. They're holding a conference regarding slavery."
Those words were all it took to get his plane started, and have him flying to the conference.

In the Agency some many thing happen that the countless Secretaries had trouble keeping up. But this letter was different, it was addressed directly to the Grandmasters. As such the secretary took it to the only Grandmaster in the area.

" Lady Kiera we have received a letter for you." spoke the secretary as she placed it on her desk and walked away.

Kiera looked at the letter on the desk and debated weather or not to read it. But she decided to see what was said. As she began she read that she was invited to attend a anti-slavery conference. As she was very bussy with the Roguis Agentis, and the theif of the Weapons from the Tomb. She decided it would be a vacation to attend.

So she gave her formal acceptence letter


"

I Kiera, Grandmaster of the Black Agency, will here by attend the conference in hope that we may find a stop to the barbaric actions of Slavery.

"

SIC:
Emperor Black looked at the letter on his cherry desk and sighed, two figures stood in his dimly lit office, "Ryuk. Go to the meeting in my stead. Sign it and come straight home as soon as possible. We have other matters to attend to."

Both of the figures bowed, and turned away heading out of the office. Emperor Black cast in the shadows sighed slowly. A TV monitor came on with a large number 3 being displayed in red on the screen, "Black, you do know what this entails? Are you sure this is the proper path for Eralineta?"

A second monitor on the far side of the office came on and lit up, the screen proudly displaying the number 5 in red, "Black. We have our eye on you. Do not attempt to fool us or make a move too early."

The other screen spoke then, "You must understand the danger of working with other nations, but do you comprehend what an alliance can do if they find out the truth?"

Emperor Black turned his chair around and pulled a cord, the window behind him parted and the sunlight broke through, the rising sun over the hills cast bright light into the office. He spoke, "All is according to plan." The monitors turned off and Emperor Black grinned as the rising sun heralded in the new day.

[Black Agents - don't you use slaves?]

Riding in a private limousine had a whole lot of perks, but one that usually went unnoticed was the privacy - you could do just about anything you wanted in a blacked-out limo and no-one would be any the wiser. While this had led to some serious indiscretions in the past (including some on the plush seat Sarah herself was currently sitting in, even if she wasn't to know that), all that Sarah wanted to do was take a nap en route to the airport. Even that small mercy was going to be denied her today as the chauffeur pulled the car up in a parking spot. A series of swift knocks on the window woke Sarah from her light doze, and she opened the car door blearily. The sight of a Hardballer pistol in the hand of her chauffeur, coupled with the two others behind him with the same weapon brought her sharply awake.

"What the?"

"No talking, bitch!" spat one of the two men providing backup, raising his pistol to eye level and pointing it squarely between the Minister's eyes. His companion batted his arm down and began to speak rapidly in a foreign language - it might have been French, she couldn't honestly tell. All the while, her chauffeur was talking quietly into a radio he'd produced from somewhere, and as she caught his eye, he turned to his comrades.

"Move out. The replacement is near."

"Replacement?!" cried Sarah, confused and yet still shocked. Grinning nastily, the man who brandished his gun at here grabbed hold of her arm.

"Replacement. We represent a group who has a vested interest in this conference, and you would not stand up for our interests were you to attend."

The other man chimed in as they lead her away. "You're too optimistic, and our paymasters would like nothing more than to march across the glassed plains of the offenders." As they lead the true Minister away, the chauffeur pocketed his pistol and got back in the car, whistling quietly to himself. His orders were simple.

Ryuk headed to the meeting in a black suit in a black limo. His hands folded and ready. A black blackberry in his hands. He was veyr similar to Emperor Black, but he was distinct in his color that it was lighter. Ryuk the proud businessman under Black had served him for many years and his balding head clean shaven, but from time to time small bits of fuzz could be seen if he had not had a weekly shaving, however he looked his very best now. Approaching the meeting he hoped he would be the first one to sit down, as a sow of good faith.

[For my sake, this is in English because I don't know close the amount of French needed for the conversation to take place in it.]

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"You were right, he's just arriving now."

The chauffeur touched the concealed radio on his lapel with his free hand as he waited for the traffic light to go green. "Could you be more specific?"

"Eralineta. You were right, they did send a delegate."

"Excellent," the chauffeur said through a growing smile. "They castigated us for being predictable, let's see how they like it when the tables are turned."

"Have you picked up your passenger?"

"Not yet, I'm on my way now."

"Does she know the procedure?"

"No, I've been ordered to explain. And provide her with a Hardballer, in case it's needed. Do you really think she'll be willing to go through with it?"

The man on the other end paused briefly. "Oh, yes. I'm sure." As he put down the radio, the chauffeur turned into the pre-arranged meeting point; the sight of the lady in the business suit was a welcome sign things were going exactly as planned.

Kerzkoia International Airport

The shift supervisor in the air traffic control tower pressed the print button on his computer, printing out the bulletin for hos team explaining the situation.

Upon request from the Prime Minister's Office, air traffic controllers have been requested to prevent flights from landing on runway #12, unless the flight is coming in from an alliance member.

A welcoming committee will meet each incoming flight and a gangplank will be provided, and the vehicles for each delegation will be on sight to escort the delegation into the city to their destination so they may rest up before the conference.

The grounds crew have prepared the area, and you will direct all incoming flights to the runway. We have been in contact with other flights and have ensured that there will be enough time to land each flight safely, get the plane off the run way and make room for the next incoming flight.

Taking the stack of papers from the printer, the supervisor handed the stack to a lackey, instructing him to ensure that all people on shift were aware of the situation.

An extra runway had been allocated in the event that first was still in use, with a welcoming committee at that one as well.

OOC: no the Roguis Agentis does.... The two are different...

Almost as soon as Joseph's private aircraft landed on the airfield in Kryozerkia territory, the President of the European Islands was rushed out of the plane by his bodyguard, the big burly man from before, pushed through a mob of press asking questions he couldn't, nor did he feel like answering.
Joseph barely had time to observe his surroundings before a path cleared through the group of reporters and photographers, and he saw a jet black limo parked out up ahead. The back door swung open, revealing a young man with golden hair sitting inside. Joseph was sat down next to the young man by his bodyguard, who closed the door to the limo as soon as he was inside.
Joseph hated being pushed around, but he understood why his bodyguard was doing this. There were a lot of people who would be willing to kill him just to protect the slave trading business. They saw him and the alliance as threat to their rule, and they wanted more than anything to end it before it became any large than it already was.
The young man handed Joseph a small glass of wine, which he drank in one big gulp.
After finishing the delicious drink, he finally asked, "Who are you?"
The young man smiled widely.
"President Arnarson, welcome to Kryozerkia! I'm part of the welcoming committee, and this vehicle will be escorting you away from the airport and into the city where the conference is being held. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, because it's going to be a long trip."
Joseph nodded.
Joseph's bodyguard hopped into the front passenger seat next to the limo driver, who was wearing the traditional uniform, when the vehicle started moving.
He turned his head away from the young man and towards the window, looking through the tinted windows at the landscape surrounding them.

OOC: I know it's frowned upon here, but...bump.

OOC: My guy is waiting at the meeting for everyone else, ok?

OOC: Well, I already posted something, so I guess it's Kryozerkia's turn to post.

"David, i have to ask you a favor, will you be the official Cookeslandic envoy to the Anti-Slavery Conference in Kerzokoia?"

"Yes, Mr. Secretary I would be honored, but why ask me to do this?"

"I trust you to be an excellant representative in a matter as delicate as this."

"Why thank you, but who's going to look after the UN Offices?"

"Lostelle has everything covered for now, she'll do fine."

"Well i guess that wraps up everything."

"Go enjoy yourself in Kryozerkia, you've been looking like a ghost lately"

"I'll try Secretary Andolor."


And within the next two hours, David Swansea was enroute to the The United Commonwealth of Kryozerkia.

ooc - sorry about the slowness of my reply; it's open weekend for UW/FoW in GW... ^_^

Almost as soon as Joseph's private aircraft landed on the airfield in Kryozerkia territory, the President of the European Islands was rushed out of the plane by his bodyguard, the big burly man from before, pushed through a mob of press asking questions he couldn't, nor did he feel like answering.
Joseph barely had time to observe his surroundings before a path cleared through the group of reporters and photographers, and he saw a jet black limo parked out up ahead. The back door swung open, revealing a young man with golden hair sitting inside. Joseph was sat down next to the young man by his bodyguard, who closed the door to the limo as soon as he was inside.
Joseph hated being pushed around, but he understood why his bodyguard was doing this. There were a lot of people who would be willing to kill him just to protect the slave trading business. They saw him and the alliance as threat to their rule, and they wanted more than anything to end it before it became any large than it already was.
The young man handed Joseph a small glass of wine, which he drank in one big gulp.
After finishing the delicious drink, he finally asked, "Who are you?"
The young man smiled widely.
"President Arnarson, welcome to Kryozerkia! I'm part of the welcoming committee, and this vehicle will be escorting you away from the airport and into the city where the conference is being held. I suggest you make yourself comfortable, because it's going to be a long trip."
Joseph nodded.
Joseph's bodyguard hopped into the front passenger seat next to the limo driver, who was wearing the traditional uniform, when the vehicle started moving.
He turned his head away from the young man and towards the window, looking through the tinted windows at the landscape surrounding them.

The driver of the limo was a older man. Drivers of the nation were typically expected to done the civil service uniform, which was a dark navy blue suit with a circle of five stars on the lapel, a white pressed shirt and a matching tie, with white stars on it.

The driver glanced up in the review mirror.

He rarely had the chance to, or the honour to drive foreign dignitaries through the city. His job usually had him escorting tourists to their final destination from the international airport.

Pulling up to the stop light, the driver picked up his clipboard and flipped through until he found the president's name.

"Good to have you with us, Mr President sir." He placed the clipboard back down. He had already radioed that he had picked up the president from The European Islands as the man and his security entered the vehicle.

He then added, "the Foreign Ministry is housing you in the Hotel Concordia, the finest in the nation. The Ministry is very good about ensuring that security will be more than adequate.

"I've been lucky to have been inside that hotel. The lobby alone is impressive, and I've heard nothing but excellent comments about the room and service."

The driver grew silent, not wanting to come off as too aggressive, fearing that it wouldn't look good on a performance review.

After a few minutes of driving and favourably lights, the vehicle stopped at a red light at a prominent intersection.

On a tall red brick building, on the exterior wall facing the road was a faded propaganda poster. It was slightly faded, but its message was clear; it's anti-Talematrian message. The poster was a relic of the bygone Cold War era.

Despite government efforts to take them town following normalisation of relations, many still remains up. Some as a reminder of a time when no one was to be trusted; others as a symbol of Kryozerkian military might.

The light turned green and the driver pushed forward, continuing into the busy downtown corridor.

OOC: Please note the definitive copy of the Theeb Accords can now be found here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=521882).

Whilst Jacobs was away at the summit in Vetaka, Marcus Holland was the head of the Foreign Affairs Commission - and he had made sure everyone knew that. His boss like attitude had become known as in these times of such strife for Honako it was not appreciated. So, whilst a small and worried looking messenger came and placed a letter on his desk, he made sure he had a go at him about the 'far too milky' coffee he had been given earlier. He ripped open the letter and read the message inside in a hurry, and called up his sectary:

"There is an anti-slavery conference taking place in Kryozerkia, and if I recall we're part of the alliance" He sighed "There is so many of these things popping up, Jacobs is at the original one now - and with the current situation in Honako I'm not sure I can be involved too much"

"What do you want to do then sir?" The sectary asked wearily.

"Send Mrs. Willems, I suppose we must be present"

To: The Government of Kryozerkia

Sadly due to other commitments and various problems in our country we can not send the head of Foreign Affairs, Christophe Jacobs, or his deputy, Marcus Holland, to this great conference. We have already signed the Theebs Treaty and have made our anti-slavery stance known, though we would be happy to send a silent observer, by the name of Mrs. Willems, to your conference.

She will inform our government of the events that unfold there, and if necessary will take part in the conference on behalf of Honako. She does not need any special arrangements and will fly by normal commercial aircraft unless there is a need for a private jet.

Marcus Holland,
Deputy Head of the Foreign Affairs Commission of Honako

The limo driver seemed like a kind fellow. He explained some things to Joseph, mainly where the meeting would be held.
He would be housed inside a hotel. Hotel Concordia, he called it. It was apparently the finest in the nation. Joseph didn't really care if that shoved him in a one-person room with cockroaches in the wall and prostitutes standing around the corner, he was here to discuss the Anti-slavery Alliance.
He took that back. He would actually mind if they put him there.
The limo took Joseph and his bodyguard around the impressive city, heading for it's destination, when it stopped at a red light. Nothing abnormal about a red light. They'd stopped at plenty before this one, but something was different about this one...
A faded poster was stuck to a tall brick building near them. He couldn't exactly read what the poster said, but he was able to make out the words, "Talematrian".
Talematrian? Joseph had only heard the word a few times before, whispered on the lips of people he was walking past on the streets.

The young man from the welcoming committee seemed to sense the air of curiousity floating around Joseph.
"That is a propaganda poster from the Cold War-era." He said in a grim tone.
"Driver, would you mind explaining to our guest?" He asked the limo driver.
Joseph's face changed from curious to interested. He turned his head towards the driver, and waited for an explanation.

"That is a propaganda poster from the Cold War-era." He said in a grim tone.
"Driver, would you mind explaining to our guest?" He asked the limo driver.
Joseph's face changed from curious to interested. He turned his head towards the driver, and waited for an explanation.

The driver glanced up and wanly smiled. "Of course."

He kept his eyes on the road in front of him. His eyes would dart to the review mirror as he spoke to the president and the president's security personnel.

"About two hundred years ago, about a decade after the Kryo-Kutounese War that saw the succession of Farflorin from Kryozerkia, and the acquisition of Kutou-koku territory, the government found itself facing a new nation in the region who hadn't been a problem before."

The driver pointed out the window to the side as they drove by an embassy.

"Those Mobile Suits were the cause of it."

The MS Unit was not very large, but mounted on the arms were dual-wield double barrel plasma guns. There was a jet propulsion unit mounted to the rear of the unit. This, the driver explained was the city unit; it was designed to be smaller than its military combat cousins who by design were larger and could carry missiles.

The driver paused the went on, trying not to go off on a tangent. "They are a symbol of Kryozerkia's military finesse and aggression, something the Talematrian government didn't like. They were an aggressive nation and so were we. The two nations didn't get along on good terms.

"The former province of Farflorin was the flashpoint for the two nations. The former province had spent many years in anarchy because that is how the people wanted it. Talematros viewed it as a threat to regional stability. They didn't feel it was right to stand by while the fledgeling nation of Farflorin further descended into general anarchy. The Talematrian government feared it would spill over into their nation. They opted for military recourse, effectively declaring war on Kryozerkia in the process, as Kryozerkia had been helping Farflorin to establish itself as a nation in its own right.

"Talematros didn't anticipate Kryozerkian resistance and ordered us to back down while they pushed into the sovereign nation of Farflorin, deeply dividing the loyalties in the region between Kryozerkia and Talematros.

"During that Cold War period, as this was one of three eras that our relations soured, we had political turmoil and went through multiple governments before one took hold and a truce was declared. The fragile truce was broken after Talematros attacked Drybread, refusing to let the nation stand on its own.

"We didn't go directly into war with them over than, but went back into a stalemate and more political instability before the Blazi'ik Valley Militia, which had formed during the Kryo-Kutounese War rose up and started to spark trouble in the region. The militia had radical wings that wanted to break the nation up. The same group was also opposed to the existence of Talematros and often worked with separatist groups in Talematrian territories.

"It wouldn't have been a problem, except that one of the leaders of the militia, Marius D'Alessio infiltrated government ranks to eventually become Prime Minister and declared outright war on Talematros.

"Both nations heightened defences to Defcon 2 before backing off, following a political revolution ushered in by the Black Revolutionaries, under Barton Kane, our previous Prime Minister. He effectively drove the militia back underground. However, that wasn't good enough for President Montag, who wanted to see the men and women of the militia brought to justice. He refused to accept our peace offer and threaten to invade despite that the new government wanted peace. They only relented when we arrested D'Alessio..."

The driver pulled up in front of the hotel. "That was only twenty years ago. To many, the Talematrian threat is still real. They know there is peace, but they still see the Talematrians as unnecessarily aggressive.

"Prime Minister Krystal won't finish her father's work. He wanted to put the cold war in the history books; she doesn't think that's right and has moved to keep the posters up. People need to know history otherwise it will be repeated."

The driver stopped the car and got out. He moved around to the boot and removed the president's bags.

Lesser Khan Theo looked up from the data chart that had been provided.

"God damn it, another invitation to some stupid conference."

The Lesser Khan then turned to the Great Khan Eric, and said, "I advise you not to go. Currently, most states are split on the issue of slavery. While some are against it, mainly the UN, others actively support it. If you align with anit slavery states, you may have a war on your hands."

The Great Khan bowed his head, his hands clenching together. Finally, after a few seconds, the Great Khan spoke. "Slavery is evil. As one early Earth leader said, "It is the duty of every government to give protection to its citizens, of whatever class, color, or condition, and especially to those who are duly organized as soldiers in the public service." Abraham Lincoln, or something of the sort. His words still hold true today. Lesser Khan Theo, draft a message to the leader of Kryozerkia. Tell her that I will be attending."

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The Junior Immigration Minister wandered into the Prime Minister's office and passed her a stack of documents.

"We have nations who have so far replied and a couple of them have begun to arrive, with The European Islands having been housed up at Hotel Concordia, ma'am."

Prime Minister Kane covered the mouth piece with her hand. "Good. Just ensure that the others have received their invitations and you've got the replies and you've made the arrangements at customs for them."

The Junior Minister nodded and left the room.

The Great Khans plane landed in Kryozerkia at around midnight, Kryozerkian time. The Great Khan, after almost tripping on the plane stairs (By God, do I hate planes! he thought), motioned Lesser Khan Jordan over.

"Please call the Prime Minister, Lesser Khan. I need to know where to stay."

"Good morning, Miss Roberts," greeted the man standing guard at the door to the private plane. Like the chauffeur, the security force the fake Minister was going to be accompanied by had already been instructed to act as if there were no difference. Few people outside the government even knew what Sarah looked like, and certainly none in Kryozerkia - the illusion would be a simple one to pull off.

"Good morning, Sergeant," returned "Sarah". "Is everything in order?"

"We are fully armed, the plane is ready to depart at your leisure. I am instructed to provide you with something myself, if you would board the plane we can do it in secrecy."

The twelve-strong squad were all made from former members of the various Special Units - once they left the Armed Forces, going into private security was a common career move - and so they were all on full alert for what was very likely to be a dangerous mission. Each man was armed to the teeth with the Armed Forces' standard equipment, Hardballer pistols, Sidewinder sub-machine guns, a pair of Flash HY-3 sniper rifles in case in the "Minister" herself couldn't get the job done and more besides. As she stepped on board, the squad's sergeant pressed someting small into her hand.

"This is a scaled-down version of the Hardballer pistol we use. It has been silenced. You would be best served using this."

As the fake Minister held the tiny pistol in her hand, the sergeant signalled to the pilots sitting in the open cockpit, both of whom would be part of the security force. As the engines began to whir, the rest of the squad sat down and buckled themselves in. The flight would be a short one, at least compared to most international jumps, taking a little under seven hours. Some of the delegates had already arrived at the conference, but arriving late was not a problem as nobody had really believed they'd be able strike before.