NationStates Jolt Archive

TO: All of those that offer aid to Hataria and the Second Empire of Hataria
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

I wish to met with you all each, so we can start the rebuilding of the nation. We need to talk with the Hatarians and found out where the most help will be need. As of now, the Hatarians can’t protect themselves.

That is why, I offer to place a untied allied peacekeeper force within the Second Empire to protect and make sure riots don’t start within the cities.

So, I’m open to a location for this talks because allies and the others whom offered aid.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

To:Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
From:Lord Governor Jack Slovic

We offer to host the talks in our capital San Diego, and we will have the airport open for the participant's of the talks to fly into.

TO: All of those that offer aid to Hataria and the Second Empire of Hataria
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

I offer to have the talks at Castle Von Wolf and Lord Governor Jack Slovic has offered to host the talk in his capital San Diego. It is up to you.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

TO:Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
From:Prime Minister Tom Howard

The United Kingdom2 would like to offer Aid in Hataria and set up a UK2 peacekeepering force also.And be part of the meeting.

From: The Lord Fenris Administration
To: International Community

Perhaps the talks should be hosted in Hataria, as a sign of respect and trust to the new Hatarian government?

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To: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
From: Aurum Domus High Command

We will deploy a peacekeeping force as promised and we offer to hold talks.

TO: All of those that offer aid to Hataria and the Second Empire of Hataria
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

United Kingdom2 is both welcome at the meeting and to aid in the rebuilding of the second Empire. The Hatarians need all the help we can get for them.

And like the idea offered by the Lord Fenris Administration. The meeting should be hosted in Hataria.

So, I would like the Hatarian Emperor to say he is okay about the meeting being held in his nation before we do anything.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

To Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

no we will not be at the meeting
Emperor Albert Wesker is away in a meeting with one of our top Colonels and all other top Brass a busy with other things
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To Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

no we will not be at the meeting
Emperor Albert Wesker is away in a meeting with one of our top Colonels and all other top Brass a busy with other things
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That is okay. A place will be open for your nation, if you have time.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

That is okay. A place will be open for your nation, if you have time.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

To Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth
no need ,as no one be finish with all the paper till well who knows when
you still get your plane load of meds just lets us know when you need them
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OOC got to cut back a bit as moms having hip replacement monday and i be running the house till she back on two feet

Official Announcement from the Free Havenic Republic of Kahanistan
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
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I will attend wherever the meeting takes place, as soon as that location is decided. I'm already in Hataria, so it's fine with me if the meeting takes place here.

Just don't seat me next to Mr. Lupus, or whatever he's calling himself these days. We... have a certain history together.

Signed,
Rachel C. Levitt,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

To Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth
no need ,as no one be finish with all the paper till well who knows when
you still get your plane load of meds just lets us know when you need them
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OOC got to cut back a bit as moms having hip replacement monday and I be running the house till she back on two feet

Thank you again. I wish the best for your nation in the future.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

OOC: I hope your mother is okay after she gets her need hip or hips.

Official Announcement from the Free Havenic Republic of Kahanistan
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
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I will attend wherever the meeting takes place, as soon as that location is decided. I'm already in Hataria, so it's fine with me if the meeting takes place here.

Just don't seat me next to Mr. Lupus, or whatever he's calling himself these days. We... have a certain history together.

Signed,
Rachel C. Levitt,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

TO: Rachel C. Levitt
FROM: Sir Mason Daniels

Very well. I’ll make sure you’re not next to the Count. I know of your history with him, but I have a feeling you should get along. One thing couldn’t mess up a friendship unless you want it to.

Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

OOC thanks
it's the week she back that it really start to get busy for me as she tells me what other things that need to be done that she would do
oh it one hip thats getting done

I will be willing to send some medical supplies to Hataria. We would send some food but we are having problem,s with food ourselves. I will also be attending this meeting as well. Heres to a new start.


Aimless von Strangaild, Lord Governor and High Leader of zackaroth.

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Vetalian Ministry of Economic Development

We will commence with sending our aid to Hataria as follows:

$600 billion in humanitarian aid supplies and grants immediately
$1.7 trillion in low-interest economic development loans over the next 5 years with repayment starting 5 years after disbursement.
$2.2 trillion in standard economic development loans over the next 10 years, with repayment starting 2 years after all of the loans have been disbursed at 7% interest.

In addition, we will provide Hataria with technical and mechanical aid in the form of engineers, construction equipment, cranes, temporary housing and trailers, computers and telecommunications equipment, and electrical transmission equipment along with other miscellaneous infrastructure supplies. Lastly, we will provide 5,000,000 barrels of diesel fuel and gasoline from our strategic reserve as well as subsidized coal and steel from private suppliers. Starting within two weeks, 150,000 bpd of crude oil, 125,000 bpd of diesel fuel, and 25,000 bpd of gasoline will be shipped to the nation as well. Repayment for these services will not be required at this point.

However, we do ask that Hataria grant Vetalia diplomatic relations, and an embassy exchange between our two nations. Establishing diplomatic and economic solidarity between our nations is our goal. Our troops can also provide peacekeeping services in the event that they are necessary to retain civil order.

Regards,
Proconsul Aleksander Tikhonov, Ministry of Economic Development
Proconsul Valerian Kosyachenko, Ministry of State

TO: All of those that offer aid to Hataria and the Second Empire of Hataria
FROM: Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus

I’m going to the capital of the Second Empire to have the talks on Hatatrain soil. I will be there in sixteen to eighteen hours with a few people to aid in the talks. I wish that I see each of you at the talks. That is all.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

USSW Aid to Hataria Detailed...
Now that matters have been settled, we can detail our shipments. For starters, we can send ten Vol'nitsa class hospital ships loaded with medicines and capable of acting as advanced facilities until Hataria's medical network is rebuilt; and another ten The People's Class supply vessels laden with food and reconstruction supplies.
In terms of direct material aid in kind besides this and long term, Vetalia's contributions are a good model which if allowed we will happily emulate. Financially, we will pay $1.5 Trillion down to surpass Vetalia's already-generous offer, this being just under 25% of our commerce budget for this year and the very maximum compatible with our own needs; which is not to imply reluctance so much as simple practicality. A $2 Trillion aid loan at low-interest over the next decade shall also be made at an even disbursement rate per year, repayment beginning after five years at 3% interest.
Aside from the logistics and economics of this matter, we also humbly request an embassy exchange with the Second Empire, our chosen ambassador being Comrade Hirotake Satsushima of the Social Democratic Party with staff to be determined according to Hatarian rules. If needed, as we believe, Fifth Army Group (USSW Fifth Army and Fifth Army Air Force) minus strategic assets shall be ready to maintain a peacekeeping presence in Hataria as long as needed until the Second Empire can provide for its own self-sufficiency in security terms. Lastly, I shall attend the conference myself within the day since our State Department is currently overstretched and I have sufficient expertise in these areas; especially if accompanied by State Department assistants as I shall be. It is only fair that all these be done, and so it shall in the spirit of alliance and goodwill.

Sincerely,
Wally Shortclaw
Secretary of the Treasury, USSW Revolutionary Command Council; United Socialist States of Wagdog

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Ministry for Economic Development

Our government has estimated that we can hire up to 10 Osetr-class container ships, with a net capacity of 150,000 tons of supplies in addition to three Zolotoy-class oil tankers with a capacity of 3.5 million barrels of oil and oil products. These will be hired from private corporations and are not Vetalian government property, but these companies consented to having their ships inspected by foreign officials as part of the negotiation.

In addition, our government has revised our offer and we will supply 200,000 barrels per day of crude oil and refined products to the Hatarian nation in order to supply their construction crews and the equipment that will convey the supplies to where they are needed. This oil will come from our Leocardian purchases and will arrive weekly following the delivery of our first oil cargoes.

As previously mentioned, all of these shipments will be open to inspection by nations that feel it is necessary to do so.

Regards,
Aleksander Tikhonov, Proconsul, Ministry for Economic Development

Official Statement from The Office of Her Excellency, The Chancelloress

I would be most pleased to attend the meeting, and look forward to meeting the young Hatarian Emperor. We shall be providing Engineers and Telecommunications experts, plus necessary vehicles (including trains, buses, etc) in order to bring the country's infrastructure back to it's feet. We shall be providing all materials necessary for the repairs/rebuilding.

Approximately 10,000 men, (7,500 Engineers and 2,500 Telecoms experts), are now en route to Hataria, escorted by Barronian AA Cruisers and Frigates.

You must forgive the military presence, we are still very cautious about the situation.

Yours,

Her Excellency
Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron
Holder of the Presidency for Pan-Arab Barronia

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: All of those that offer aid to Hataria and the Second Empire of Hataria
From: Vetakan Foreign Affairs (UFAN Division)

Subject: Update on Aid

Currently the United Federation of Allied Nations is debating the UFAN Aid Package at the moment the package stands as follows:

$2 Trillion NSD Economic Aid Package

15,000 UFAN Force consisting of Conventional Military Forces, Engineers, Advisors and Specialists

As the Free Dominion of Vetaka we recommend all pledges of aid be co-ordinated under a Joint Collective Command and that all Troop Deployments be made under a Joint-Command to ensure the Hataria People are helped as quickly as possible. We recommend any potential meeting beheld in Hataria itself as a sign of respect and trust for the Hataria people.

Yours Vetakan Foreign Affiars Secretary Thomas Lewis.

The People of Hataria Thanks The Nations Helping for their kindness

Signed: Barbarossa II, Lord Governer and Emperor of Hataria.

Eighteen hours later…the black Lear jet, escorted by four F/A 401 Birds of Prey carrier aircrafts, which were stationed aboard one of the United Dominion carriers in Hatarian waters, flew over said waters. The Count looked out of the small round window at the massive Hood, which was one of the ships part of the United Dominion ‘Hatarian Defender‘ fleet. The United Dominion ‘Hatarian Defender‘ fleet was broken into three groups; one in the center and the other two o

“I’ll take that home when I leave.” he to himself.

He watched the water turn into land as the Lear jet moved across the skies. The five planes moved on their path to Tangalee, the only city that could be called a capital for the second Empire. As his planes moved over the port, the Count smiled at the sight of the Kahanistanian navy.

“At else, they’re doing better after the ass kicking they got.” said the Count, looking over at those within his Lear jet.

As the planes neared the airport in Tangalee, the pilot radioed to the control tower. “This is the Flying Monkey, we are carrying the Count. Are we clear to land?”

Eighteen hours later…the black Lear jet, escorted by four F/A 401 Birds of Prey carrier aircrafts, which were stationed aboard one of the United Dominion carriers in Hatarian waters, flew over said waters. The Count looked out of the small round window at the massive Hood, which was one of the ships part of the United Dominion ‘Hatarian Defender‘ fleet. The United Dominion ‘Hatarian Defender‘ fleet was broken into three groups; one in the center and the other two o

“I’ll take that home when I leave.” he to himself.

He watched the water turn into land as the Lear jet moved across the skies. The five planes moved on their path to Tangalee, the only city that could be called a capital for the second Empire. As his planes moved over the port, the Count smiled at the sight of the Kahanistanian navy.

“At else, they’re doing better after the ass kicking they got.” said the Count, looking over at those within his Lear jet.

As the planes neared the airport in Tangalee, the pilot radioed to the control tower. “This is the Flying Monkey, we are carrying the Count. Are we clear to land?”

"You are Cleared to land." The Control Tower Operater said.

"You are Cleared to land." The Control Tower Operater said.

“Thank you.” came through the radio. The Lear jet moved on a path to the clearest runways as the Birds of Preys broken off from the Lear jet. They soon turned back towards the sea as the Lear jet lands on the runway.

After the Lear jet came to a stop, the door was opened and the first person exited. It was Sir Mason Daniels (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/MasonDaniel.jpg), dressed in a really nice dark gray suit with matching fedora.

Behind him as he looked around the airport came Agent Singleton (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Singleton.jpg), a high ranking agent of the Crimson Fist. He was dressed in black suit with a pair of thin framed sunglasses.

Behind him came Command Sergeant Major Tex Dash (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Tex.jpg), without his military uniform and looking it was his day off. Dash is a Blood Wolves’ officers and was formerly stationed in Neo-Jagada. His pistol showed itself to the world as it rested on his side.

Lastly, the Count exited the Lear jet. He looked around as the wind blew his black leather duster. The black cowboy resting on his head, the Count smiled. With Blue Angel, his blue hilted Katana, in her place on his back, the Count was ready for these talks.

“We have a lot of work to do here.” he whispered to himself.

As Adm.Arnold flew along in his CJ-40B ( A licsence buit Mcdonnell 220) to Hataria, he looked down and saw the R.C.S Norton and smiled to think they had just avoided what could have been his last battle, but what was unique about his jet, he flew it himself, and it had 2 AIM-9X's under each wing, and a cannon mod in the nose. As he neared Tangalee Airport he called "This is Cali One, requesting permission to land at the airfield, I'm attending the Aid Meeting with the Dominon Commonwealth." He prepared to put the gear and flaps down, he was 14 miles out, and coming at 135 m.p.h to Tangalee.

Just behind The Count and Calizorinstan jets came the small Zackarothian jet. Aimless sat upon the plane going over notes and talking points he had made for the talks. He was quietly talking to himself aas he read the notes. He hoped to God everything went well.

" This is Sparrow 1. We are requesting permission to land. We are here on Offical Dominion Common Wealth bussniess, over" said the pliot as he entered the airspace of Hataria.

OOC: Short reply because I am at school

Escorted by ten MiG-39 Flatpack air dominance fighters, the Il-86 carrying Secretary Shortclaw and his aides, both Treasury and State departments, approached Hatarian Airspace. There was a mood of unease about, given the situation, but at least here things seemed to have calmed down for the moment.
The pilot radioed in. "Tangalee Tower, this is Wagging Skies N009988 Requesting permission to land." On the plane, the mood not really being one for conversation so much as business, to avoid worry, the delegation silently organized its notes and papers for the talks...
OOC: Short because one thread might hit the fan any minute....:rolleyes:

Escorted by ten MiG-39 Flatpack air dominance fighters, the Il-86 carrying Secretary Shortclaw and his aides, both Treasury and State departments, approached Hatarian Airspace. There was a mood of unease about, given the situation, but at least here things seemed to have calmed down for the moment.
The pilot radioed in. "Tangalee Tower, this is Wagging Skies N009988 Requesting permission to land." On the plane, the mood not really being one for conversation so much as business, to avoid worry, the delegation silently organized its notes and papers for the talks...
OOC: Short because one thread might hit the fan any minute....:rolleyes:


"Permission to land" The Control Tower operater said to The Wagdogian and Zackarothian Planes.

When Adm.Arnold had recieved the permission to land, he put the gear and flap's down, and raised the nose to land. He set the CJ-40B down gently, and applied full brake's and thurst reverser's, making a loud roar as it stopped the plane and he said "Ground, we are taxing to by Monkey One over." He taxied to the ramp where the Count had parked, he shut off the engines, and got his stuff together, and lowered the ramp, and he walked down it.

He walked to the Count and said "How was your flight, good I trust I had a good flight, because I flew my one bird, and as you see, I have missiles on my jet for personal protection. How are we getting to the talk, by bus I presume?" He smiled, they had just averted a war with Quester's, by calling his bluff, and he had backed down, so they were all alive today.

The Count looked around over at Sir Daniels. “Looks like they forgot about us.” he said. He relex back of the side of the Lear jet.

“Singleton, Dash, go find us some transportation.” said the Count.

“Yes, my lord.” came both of them. The agent and soldier moved off to find something that has four wheels and could take them to met with the Hatarian Emperor.

If the Kahanstanian navy wasn’t in the city’s port, the Count would have had a ship unload some vehicles for his use.

The Count looked over at Adm.Arnold. “It was a nice trip. And I just sent of to of my men to find some wheels.” he said offering his right hand to the man.

"Permission to land" The Control Tower operater said to The Wagdogian and Zackarothian Planes.
Tangalee Airport, Hataria...
The landing had been easy, the fighters remaining aloft longer in order to ensure against even unlikely interference with this delegation. Too many of Wagdog's officials were abroad or had only just returned; the General Secretary having just made it back from a week's visit to Danno10 before the Clandonian attack on Vetaka had erupted, the Secretary of State still in Kraven on a fact-finding mission to see if their new regime under Helghan would be as promising as the Hatarian Second Empire was, and such. Hence, absolutely no risks were being taken.

Gathering his things, The tall and reedy Commerce Secretary Wally Shortclaw combed his shoulder-length shaggy black hair and full beard before issuing his instructions. "Well people, let's go. We've got a broken nation to mend, an ally to honor, peace to secure and all that yadda-yadda..." His informality was his way of dealing with the oftentimes clear stigma many attached to one when they knew you were a homochimera, or wereperson as some 4% of Wagdog's population was now. It had been 5% some years back; but difficulty of werepeople in finding mates that were compatible in their transformed state, as per the lunar cycle in the stories even if the tales about superpowers or silver bullets were just so much exaggeration, had seen that drop by now and it was projected to further before stabilizing at some 3% or so.

Either way, the 11 strong delegation: Wally plus five each from State and Treasury, stepped down the gangplank to greet the Hatarian welcoming party. They suspected it would be big indeed...

Adm.Arnold leaned against his CJ-40B, which wasn't too far away from the Count's jet, only 10-12 feet or so, and sighed and shook his head, and said to the Count "I admit, we were lucky that Questers decided to back down, I thought was going to declare war at one point, and if had done so, we'll I doubt our fleet would survive the battle. My country has donated 1.5 million dollars worth of aid to Hataria. I hope we can get to the talks on time."

The Tupolev-204 carrying the Vetalian delegation approached Hatarian airspace. Completely unescorted, as per agreement with the blockading powers, the plan requested permission to land. "This is Chaika-1 carrying the official Vetalian delegation requesting permission to land, over."

Proconsuls Mikhail Ayatekov and Aleksander Tikhonov from the Ministries of Economic development and Infrastructure, along with Consul Vera Orlova from the Ministry of State, sat talking quietly about the upcoming meeting in the spacious Tu-204 with their handful of chosen staff. The flight had been uneventful, peaceful even, but the devastation that lay below them was a sobering sight and a reminder that they were entering a place that had not seen peace in a long time.

The Special Security Bureau guards simply sat quietly, observing everything they could see. It was their job to keep an eye out for any potential dangers, and they did it with unsettling intensity.

“It was more on me. I was pushing it a little, but it forced them to back off.” said the Count with a smile. He looked over at Wagdog's officials get off their plane. “Well, looks there are some more of our Commonwealth brothers.” he said out loud.

Adm.Arnold walked to meet the Wagdog delegation and said to the leader of the party "Hi, I'm Admiral of the Calizorinstani Navy, Jack Arnold, how are you this fine morning, I just flew in 15 minutes ago now, I trust you had a pleasant journey?" He shook each of the 11 members of the delegation hand's and said, "The Count and I have found out that our transportation is late, so we'll have to wait near our jet's until the bus or something pick's us up." He lead them towards the Count.

“It was more on me. I was pushing it a little, but it forced them to back off.” said the Count with a smile. He looked over at Wagdog's officials get off their plane. “Well, looks there are some more of our Commonwealth brothers.” he said out loud.

Adm.Arnold walked to meet the Wagdog delegation and said to the leader of the party "Hi, I'm Admiral of the Calizorinstani Navy, Jack Arnold, how are you this fine morning, I just flew in 15 minutes ago now, I trust you had a pleasant journey?" He shook each of the 11 members of the delegation hand's and said, "The Count and I have found out that our transportation is late, so we'll have to wait near our jet's until the bus or something pick's us up." He lead them towards the Count.

"Indeed, honored Lord Marshal!" Wally shouted to Caesar Lupus as they returned Admiral formally in respect for the Emperor of the United Dominion, not least because his realm too had mystical inhabitants as well. "That situation was looking hairy there for a while until you showed them what was what. Good job!" The Treasury Secretary then turned to the Calizornistani Admiral.

"Glad to meet you Admiral Arnold." He just managed this as the handshakes ended, hoping not to be rude. "My, I can see how badly this place has been beaten already." Wilderness or padded-lair space for him to manage his wolf form in, by prowling about for the night of transformation so he could discharge his feral instincts without fear of harming anyone, might be a problem; perhaps something to ask of the Lord Marshal if that would help as he thought. Wally's trip had been more a compromise between ability and availability than an ideal solution, and this possible problem should the full moon arrive anytime during the aid conference illustrated just one of the lesser reasons why. "Is there any forest left here at all?" He waited, not optimistic about the answer as the fighters roared away to make off for home as soon as possible for diplomacy's sake...

“I had it all in control. I was the puppet master.” said the Count with a huge smile. He looked around to see, if his two men came back. They haven’t. “The waters are safe, right now. I would have some vehicles, if that Kahanstanian navy wasn’t blocking the port.”

“I don’t know about any of the forest being left. We'll find that out later.” he adds.

OOC: I take it I'm cleared to land? We can't circle the airport forever. :p

The Tu-204 taxied to its gateway and the Vetalian delegation prepared to step out in to the sun of midday. As they did, the chords of the Vetalian national anthem, "Arisen from the Ruins" (OOC: the East German anthem) began to play, to show the world that the Vetalian government had arrived and was prepared to begin its work. The grey, white, and black flags fluttered on the edge of the Anza F625s that had been dispatched to the site were prepared to take the officials to their expected meetingplace.

Looking over at the newest plane to land, the Count listened to the anthem. He smiled. “The East German anthem, I haven’t heard that in some time.” he said out loud. “But those aren’t East Germans. It looks like the Technocratic Union of Vetalia has arrived.”

Adm.Arnold smiled and walked to where the walkway was lowered from the Tu-204 and said to the leader of the Vetalian delegation "Hi, I am Admiral of the Calizorinstani Navy Jack Arnold, I trust your flight was smooth, wow, I haven't seen a Tu-204 in sometime, we have Il-62's for the President of Calizorinstan, why hullo there it is." He pointed to a growin spec in the sky, and he handed a pair of binoculars to the Count, and Adm.Arnold muttered "I wonder why he's showing up all of a sudden."

Aurum Domus High Command

The Armed Republic will send 1 Billion USD in addition to the UFAN pledge. Also we will send an air defense group made up of 2 squadrons of Su Phoenix Fighters based off of the carrier Silent Death which will be moored a few miles offshore. With the carrier will be the hospital ship High Charity. It will be open to all Hatarian and allied forces, service to and from the High Charity will be from helicopters manned by the Aurum Domus Airforce based out of a temporary base on the coast.

The Calizorinstani Presidential Il-62 landed on the numer 12 runway at Tangelee, and taxied towards the ramp where the Count and the other's jet's were parked, as it taxied the first few chords of the Calizorinstani National Anthem, "Stairway to Heaven" could be heard, and the IL-62 was painted in white, with a blue stripe on both sides saying "Lord Govenor of Calizorinstan" with the national crest at the tail. Presently it stopped, and the Lord Govenor himself came down, and Adm.Arnold walked foward and said loudly to the other's "Commonwealth friend's this is the Lord Governor Jack Slovic of Calizorinstan." The Lord Governor shook hands with the delegations and then walked to the count "Sorry for doing a surpise show up, I was a tad late in getting back to you, I hope these Vetalian's can take us to the meeting place."

He pointed to a growin spec in the sky, and he handed a pair of binoculars to the Count, and Adm.Arnold muttered "I wonder why he's showing up all of a sudden."

“He does have a right to be here., too.” said the Count, not taking the binoculars. He didn’t reaaly need them.

The Calizorinstani Presidential Il-62 landed on the numer 12 runway at Tangelee, and taxied towards the ramp where the Count and the other's jet's were parked, as it taxied the first few chords of the Calizorinstani National Anthem, "Stairway to Heaven" could be heard, and the IL-62 was painted in white, with a blue stripe on both sides saying "Lord Govenor of Calizorinstan" with the national crest at the tail.

Presently it stopped, and the Lord Govenor himself came down, and Adm.Arnold walked foward and said loudly to the other's "Commonwealth friend's this is the Lord Governor Jack Slovic of Calizorinstan."

The Lord Governor shook hands with the delegations and then walked to the count "Sorry for doing a surpise show up, I was a tad late in getting back to you, I hope these Vetalian's can take us to the meeting place."

“If not, I’ll call a transport ship to unload a few vehicles and bring them here.” said the Count. He waited for the Hatarians to show up before he did that.

Ms. Levitt was already at the meeting place, having gone to Hataria earlier to negotiate a treaty of alliance with the Hatarian Emperor. She was sitting at the meeting table, listening to her cell phone messages to learn what had been going on in Kahanistan as she waited for everyone to arrive. The Foreign Ministry was engaged in a battle with Midlonian troops, and the Air Force had been called in to repel their aggression. It wouldn't be wise for her to return openly.

She was dressed rather inappropriately for the meeting, in a solid white off-shoulder sundress and a thin gray jacket. Her reddish-brown hair was cut in a way that made her look like a stereotypical lesbian, and she had large peace-sign earrings hanging from her ears. She was certainly not dressed like a 40-year-old woman.

The Foreign Minister was seated at a 90-degree angle from the Count's seat, so not only would she be not next to him, she wouldn't have to look at him if she didn't want to, which was probably for the best. It wasn't that she had a tendency to hold grudges, but she didn't forgive the deaths of hundreds of officials and their families she blamed on the Count easily.

Adm.Arnold said to the Count "Why are the Hatarian's late, don't they know this is an important meeting? Ah well, I'll wait, I wish I knew where they were, it would set my mind at ease." He sat down on bottom of the airstairs still on the IL-62N and sighed.

“Look at what state their nation is in.” said the Count out loud. “They could be getting everything ready for the meeting.”

OOC: I think Hat is offline, right now.

A UK2 plane was over Hatarians skies.Prime Minister Tom Howard and a few members of his staff were with him aboard.The Pliot started talking with the Air control tower."Hello this is Captain James Rock.We are carrying Prime Minister Tom Howard and we request to land".The Pliot waited for the answer.

The Zackarothian jet circled around the airport and headed into the the land. After the process of landing the door opened and the ramp desended down. Out came Aimless von Strangaild and his Advisor Kel. Aimless wore a the customary black "diplomancy" cloak , as written by Zackarothian Leader decencey law. HIs advisor held all the notes and files that where required for this meeting. " Hmm. It seems everyone is here. Seems we may be the last ones joining this little session. Come Kel. Lets go help fix a broken country" he said as he walked down the ramp torwards the gathering diplomats and leaders.

OOC: Is it too late to get in on this? I've been looking to invest in a restart nation for a while now...

OOC: Nope, not too late. We’re waiting for Hat to post anyways.

OOC: Righty-ho. I'll sort out a reply, then.

"...and that's how the situation stands today. Damn near bankrupt from trying to kill everybody. Just what we've been looking for."

Aboard his private, corporate jet, Giarc LaGord lounged in an expensive leather chair. It wasn't easy being not only the richest man in the Dominion, but the head of the nation's most influential private enterprise, he reflected over a glass of whisky. The Mercer Trading Company had expanded its interests from simple import-export to private deals with entire governments. If there was a pie close by, they wanted a finger in it.

"Get clearance for our landing, would you?" Asked General Brecht, next to him. LaGord liked to think it reflected his standing in Dregruk that he could call for a 5-star General to act as personal advisor and liaison.

The entourage was mostly of aides and assistants carrying maps, folders and files; the Trading Company hadn't committed itself to any set amount of investment in the Hatarian nation. That would be determined over the course of the negotiations.

If they were cleared to land, of course.

"This is Mercer XK5, requesting permission to land, over."

"...and that's how the situation stands today. Damn near bankrupt from trying to kill everybody. Just what we've been looking for."

Aboard his private, corporate jet, Giarc LaGord lounged in an expensive leather chair. It wasn't easy being not only the richest man in the Dominion, but the head of the nation's most influential private enterprise, he reflected over a glass of whisky. The Mercer Trading Company had expanded its interests from simple import-export to private deals with entire governments. If there was a pie close by, they wanted a finger in it.

"Get clearance for our landing, would you?" Asked General Brecht, next to him. LaGord liked to think it reflected his standing in Dregruk that he could call for a 5-star General to act as personal advisor and liaison.

The entourage was mostly of aides and assistants carrying maps, folders and files; the Trading Company hadn't committed itself to any set amount of investment in the Hatarian nation. That would be determined over the course of the negotiations.

If they were cleared to land, of course.

"This is Mercer XK5, requesting permission to land, over."

"Premission to land"

OOC: Hat, you have a lot of VIPs that need transportation. Please sent something for them.

"Permission to land."
[OOC: If I'm not mistaken, the meeting is taking place IN Hataria. I hate RP'ing arrival myself.]

"Thank you, tower."

The jet came to a halt on a reserved runway, and the crew gathered to exit. LaGord was to be the first off the jet, accompanied with General Brecht. Following them would be the rest of the entourage.

The Vetalian delegation approached the other national emissaries arriving at the site. Proconsul Ayatekov looked around for a moment despondently, vainly hoping someone would show up, and then said "It appears that Hataria isn't going to provide immediate transportation, so I guess we'll have to bring as many people as possible to the meeting in our vehicles".

He motioned to the three F625 Anza sedans that were parked in front of the Vetalian plane. "Each car can fit up to three people plus the driver. If we try, we could squeeze four in each, but it would be...tight". He almost grimaced at the thought of his highly expensive suit and portfolio being crushed by two other people in the backseat, but realized that the only other option was to sit at a war-ravaged airport and do nothing.

"Well, anyone who's interested can come with us. We could make two trips, since apparently there is no hurry, to make it more manageable but I first need to know where exactly we're going".

A jet approaches the coast of Hataria. The jet had come in from ITD Hong Kong, the empire's regional capital. On board was Prince Flavius, the second born son of Emperor Erik Kersk. Flavius was not used to diplomacy, after all he was head of the Department of Imperial Security, not a suit with a briefcase.

~This is ITM-002 requesting permission to land at Tangelee Airport.~

A jet approaches the coast of Hataria. The jet had come in from ITD Hong Kong, the empire's regional capital. On board was Prince Flavius, the second born son of Emperor Erik Kersk. Flavius was not used to diplomacy, after all he was head of the Department of Imperial Security, not a suit with a briefcase.

~This is ITM-002 requesting permission to land at Tangelee Airport.~

"Premission To Land" The Tower Controler said.

as for Transport for The VIPs, Hatarian Mastdons would be used to take The VIPs to The Imperial Palace, escorted by Ten'ho Horsemen. The VIPs were helpped onto The Mastdons and soon They were on their way.

"Horses." Muttered Brecht, under his breath. "We're going to an official meeting and we're being protected by horses."

LaGord smiled and waved and replied through gritted teeth. "They had the shit bombed out of them not long ago. Maybe they've run out of petrol?"

"Bloody savages. Here we are, going to invest in their country, and they greet us with bloody horses. The rest of the planet only uses the damn things for burger meat these days..."

"Keep your voice down, damn you." Replied LaGord, curtly, "We're here to do business, and I won't let you screw things up with your bloody loud mouth. Look, there, a Palace. Doesn't look too shabby, does it? Just think, paychecks and champagne all round when we pull this deal off. Sound investment. Just keep your mouth shut."

The pair stayed in silence until arriving at the Imperial Palace, where they looked around to see if any other representatives had turned up.

OOC:My Prime Minister is waiting in his plane just to let you know".

The Barronian-Built HSST (High Security Supersonic Transport) was on approach. A mixture of white and red, it was easily visible from the ground, it's unusual shape, concord-esque but with canards rather than elevators, sticking out most of all. The Barronian Maltese Cross easily visible on the underside of the ring, anyone below could see who it belonged to. On board was the Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron, an entourage, the Prime Minister, Cadence Niels, and General Conrad Strom, Minister for Defence. They were here for the rebuilding talks with the young Hatarian Emperor - the Chancelloress felt a hatred for any unjust action such as what was declared by Questers, and was on the verge of declaring Barronia at war.

Following was the cargo-version of the plane, carrying five vehicles. One, a Rolls Royce Phantom, the others, Land Rover Discovery's with one Mercedes Sprinter Minibus. All were there for a just-in-case scenario, should the Chancelloress require transport to another location, and others were not able to provide it.

Flanked by a pair of FA-15s, the aircraft had been given permission to land.

"Escorts, we'll be fine from here. Time for you guys to head home, before you fall out the sky. We got a refueler en route, you'll be fine."
"Roger that. Peeling off, we'll meet you guys on the way home."

Tyres screeched, smoke billowing as the aircraft touched down.

The aircraft eventually pulled to a stop, and stairs were moved to the door. 12 Black Sashes Guards, on loan from the Al Khamalian Chancellor's personal protection, marched out of the door, before standing at attention, 6 on either side at the bottom of the stairs.

Santina then appeared, flanked by Niels and Strom. Dressed in a lilac knee-length dress, beret on her head, she stood out from the more formally-dressed Niels and Strom, both in the standard Navy-Blue suits and peaked caps.

The other HSST was being attended to by various vehicles, who were unloading the cars from the rear door.

Spotting the other planes on the tarmac, with various officials around, Santina commented: "it appears we're a little late, methinks. Best to make an impression for ourselves. Are the cars ready yet?"

Observing in fact that they were, the guards escorted her to the car. With the Barronian Flags fluttering in the wind, they headed for the people gathering near the aircraft.

OOC: Feel free to start a conversation :) And UK2 - you're free to travel with the Barronian Delegation to the conference.

OOC:Thanks but i'll have to wait for my plane to be granted permission to land.

Adm.Arnold and the Lord Govenor Jack Slovic, once in the Hatarian Mastadon said to the Count "Of all people to escort us, why horsemen, don't they have a more recent type to escort us, a HMMV or anything, ah well. What's on the agenda for the aid talks? Money we guess is the first." Adm.Arnold leaned back in his seat and was glad that after this he would fly the Il-62 to Scandavian Empire to retire, and that the Lord Governor would fly the CJ-40B back to San Diego, for after all the Il-62 was given to him as a retirement gift. These talks would be the last official goverment activity he would participate in as a officer of Calizorinstan, so he would give it his best.

“Yes, keep your voice down.” said the Count, looking over at Brecht and LaGord. The Count, along with his posse, hopped onto the Mastodons. The Second Empire couldn’t sent high priced cars like other nations because the Second Empire couldn’t waste money like that.

Adm.Arnold lowered his voice and said "Think we'll be there before evening on these things?" He thought since they were riding animal's and correctly so, that their rate of travel would be slowed, but at least it's an adventure he thought as they rode along on the Mastadons.

“I don’t know.” said the Count with a smile. “Let’s hope it doesn’t take that long.” He tried to make his mount move faster. Doing this only made the memories of Indian and parts of Asian when they used this beast’s other family members, the less hairy ones, as weapons of war. Ah, the good times.

Adm.Arnold said in a low voice to the Count "The area we're approaching now, is known to have bandits, so I suggest your men keep their weapons cocked." Adm.Arnold cocked his 1911 in his holster, ready for any Hatarian bandit that might attempt the life on the Lord Govenor.

“I’ll handle the bandits and give you guys a show, if that happen.” he said, touching his hilt with his left hand. He looked around before looking back at the road.

Adm.Arnold nodded, and suddenly he heard some brushes rustling from behind him, and he said to the Count "Be ready, it may be a friendly, or it may be a foe, I've got my 1911 drawn already, but I am going to let you determine if it's a foe or not." He drew his Mastadon with the LG on it to the right of the Count, to better protect the Lord Govenor.

Ayatekov stepped out of the bushes. "Don't shoot! Don't shoot! I was just..." He noticed his fly was down and quickly zipped it "...taking a pis-er, urinating. We've been taking a break for a little while since we've been ahead of you guys all day. The roads around here are pretty good, so the Anzas have worked just fine"

He paused, looked around, and said "Well, looks like you guys are in pretty good shape. See you at the meeting" He hurriedly tramped back through the bushes, followed by the sound of car engines starting.

The Count laughed as the VIP convey moved towards the palace. Sir Daniels, Singleton and Dash laughed too. “That was funny, I wish we got it on tape.” said the Count with a smile.

"Premission To Land" The Tower Controler said.

as for Transport for The VIPs, Hatarian Mastdons would be used to take The VIPs to The Imperial Palace, escorted by Ten'ho Horsemen. The VIPs were helpped onto The Mastdons and soon They were on their way.

The jet landed shortly after being granted permission, came to a stop and prepared for Flavius to depart.

"This is it? We are here?" asked Flavius.

"Yes, sir. We have arrived, I'll see about your things. The Hatarian government has some sort of escort prepared," said Flavius' adviser.

Flavius walked off the plane, straightened his jacket and combed his hair and made his way to his escort the whole time being flanked by his personal bodyguards.

~~~~~~~~~

A short time while he was at the conference building, Flavius wasn't impressed with the scenery, but warfare does tend to ravage a nation.

"They are all a bit jittery, the Hatarians, eh?" said Flavius to his adviser as he entered the building.

"Yes, a lot of things will be decided at this conference. All of which will affect them deeply," nodded the adviser.

"I'm going to go mingle with the other representatives. Maybe they will know where I can get a drink," sighed Flavius.

Ms. Levitt was already in the room, waiting for the conference to start. She had overheard the conversation between some of the delegates in the building, and stepped up, introducing herself to the representatives.

"Rachel Levitt, Kahanistanian Minister of Foreign Affairs," she said by way of introduction, extending her hand and smiling broadly. "If you're looking for drinks, I think I saw a Coke machine in the lobby."

Imperial Palace.

Waiting for The VIPs was Grand Admiral Ryu, ever since The Ex Shogun, Nadia left to Magic Sorcery, She and Grand General Asuka were takeing care for The young Emperor of The Hatarian Second Empire.

"I want You to make sure that no enemy SpecForces try to attack The Meeting." She said to a Patoon of Hatarian Stormtroopers. Protection was the name of The game as there were still enemies like Atopiana and Clandonia who would try to ruin this Meeting.

The Mastdons soon came near The Palace, If The VIPs saw to The left they would have seen a Destroyed CT-24 Main Battle Tank, Ruins of The Battle of Tangalee Between The Two Dead Royals, Galaxia and Skulltor.

"Serena would be crying for her People." Ryu said, She had met Empress Serena when She was a capitan od a Empress Serena Class Light Battleship druing The Hatarian-Louisianan War. Ryu's Ship was sunk by a Communist Louisianan Anti-Shipping Missile in The Caribbean Sea, Rescued by Cuban Fishermen, Ryu was in the Hospital when The Empress came. She was made into a Admiral by Serena then and there.

Ryu Morned for Serena when Questers Nuked Hataropoils. It was Neherenia who made Ryu GRAND ADMIRAL OF THE HATARIAN IMPERIAL NAVY. and it was her that She in fact, became a Hero in The Cimmerian War and was the Commander of The Fleet that sunk The Shalrirorchian Fleet in The Ryu ni Jo'o War. But She was still Grand Admiral becuase she saved The Hatarian Navy form total Death by calling it back to Hataria. hopeing to lead one last Attack against The Pact of Iron Nazis.

But now it was over.

She soon met The VIPs at the Steps of The Palace. "Hello," She said, "Please Fallow me. Barbarossa has been waiting for you."

Ms. Levitt followed the Grand Admiral back into the conference room. She was eager to see the Hatarian future ensured, and to see Hataria become a peaceful state.

"We wish to let Hataria know that Clandonia will not be a problem. They have attacked Vetaka and will see the might of the COMECON brought down upon them if they attempt to broaden their war outside of Vetaka." Ayatekov said as he greeted the Hatarian ambassador. Aleksander Tikhonov and Vera Orlova, both looking quite happy to arrive at the palace, followed close behind.

"Now, let's get to work. There is much to be done, and our crews eagerly await the beginning of reconstruction work...it's quite lucrative, especially with the hazard pay" Ayatekov looked around, surveying the arrival of other ambassadors and emissaries. It would be a productive meeting.

The Count laughed as the VIP convey moved towards the palace. Sir Daniels, Singleton and Dash laughed too. “That was funny, I wish we got it on tape.” said the Count with a smile.
Not to seem ingratiating or slavish, Secretary of the Treasury Wally Shortclaw simply took in the beauty of this procession. Regal Mastodons, the Ten'ho Cavalry; Hataria proper might be "archaic" in its current state to practically all others, but to Wally the rustic was as much to be enjoyed as developed and employed for sentient benefit.
Some detractors in his own party called him a "Salad People's Revolutionary" for that confluence of opinion with Wagdog's conservative Greenwood Coalition eco-ethnic-religious interests bloc. But it only got to him when his arch-enemy professionally and yet personally long-term, fellow-wereperson lover Celine Longtail, made yet another extravagant arms purchase in tandem with Iliescu the vampire Defense Secretary. And of course, made these with the funds his job was to raise!
All told, he thought surveying the Hatarian capital, this should be a relaxing break from the "buy-buy-buy" that tigress domme subjects me to at the office. Not that he minded a progressively-stronger Wagdog of course, but sometimes the numbers just made his head spin and he needed to clear the air in some place... natural, like here. And like now, most importantly...

OOC:Can my plane land yet.

General Brecht went into a huff after being reprimanded by the Count from Transylvania. LaGord remained silent and thoughtful for the remainder of the journey, until they arrived at the Imperial Palace and were instructed to follow the Hatarian Admiral.

"Right, we're not here to annoy our hosts," He said, giving a sharp look at his companion, "This is an important business transaction, and I won't let you treat it as anything less."

"You don't need to worry about me," Grunted Brecht.

"Of course I don't, Ian, but I'm telling you to keep yourself in check. Alright?"

Imperial Palace.

Waiting for The VIPs was Grand Admiral Ryu, ever since The Ex Shogun, Nadia left to Magic Sorcery, She and Grand General Asuka were takeing care for The young Emperor of The Hatarian Second Empire.

"I want You to make sure that no enemy SpecForces try to attack The Meeting." She said to a Patoon of Hatarian Stormtroopers. Protection was the name of The game as there were still enemies like Atopiana and Clandonia who would try to ruin this Meeting.

The Mastdons soon came near The Palace, If The VIPs saw to The left they would have seen a Destroyed CT-24 Main Battle Tank, Ruins of The Battle of Tangalee Between The Two Dead Royals, Galaxia and Skulltor.

"Serena would be crying for her People." Ryu said, She had met Empress Serena when She was a capitan od a Empress Serena Class Light Battleship druing The Hatarian-Louisianan War. Ryu's Ship was sunk by a Communist Louisianan Anti-Shipping Missile in The Caribbean Sea, Rescued by Cuban Fishermen, Ryu was in the Hospital when The Empress came. She was made into a Admiral by Serena then and there.

Ryu Morned for Serena when Questers Nuked Hataropoils. It was Neherenia who made Ryu GRAND ADMIRAL OF THE HATARIAN IMPERIAL NAVY. and it was her that She in fact, became a Hero in The Cimmerian War and was the Commander of The Fleet that sunk The Shalrirorchian Fleet in The Ryu ni Jo'o War. But She was still Grand Admiral becuase she saved The Hatarian Navy form total Death by calling it back to Hataria. hopeing to lead one last Attack against The Pact of Iron Nazis.

But now it was over.

She soon met The VIPs at the Steps of The Palace. "Hello," She said, "Please Fallow me. Barbarossa has been waiting for you."
OOC: One of only two IC posts this morning before I'm at work from 9AM GMT-5/EDT until 1PM GMT-5/EDT. So do take account and assume I'm following and keeping up, OK all? Thanks.

As soon as Treasury Secretary Wally Shorclaw arrived at the palace, slightly behind due to his rhapsodizing and thus running in to catch up with his delegation in even worse shape due to less fitness on their part, he agreed to follow Admiral Ryu. "Agreed, Madam Admiral; and our apologies for any tardiness however minor. Show us the way please, and we shall pay respects to His Imperial Majesty before getting down to business." He bowed gently as he suspected was the etiquette here, and proceeded to follow at a brisk pace to make up for his time lost in reflection outside...

OOC:Can my plane land yet.

OOC: I already gave you premission.

IC: "Premission Granted"

The Chancelloress watched as the UK2 Aircraft came in to land.

"Hmm...seems we're not the only ones running late. Shall we offer the man a lift? We'll have to squeeze the entourage into the minibus, and it'll be a little cramped, but I really don't feel like straddling a horse in this skirt..."

"Yes m'a'm. Very good. We'll meet the plane on shutdown."

Adm.Arnold followed the Count and the Lord Governor into the Hatarian Imperial Palace, and sat down next the Count and Lord Govenor, and noticed the Foreign Minister of Kahanistan there, and shook her hand saying "How do you do, I am the Admiral of the Calizorinstan Navy, hope you've had a good stay here." He sat back down and said in a whisper to the count, "I presume some of the members are late, UK2 and Pan-Arab for two." He took out a Gatorade from his bag and drank half of it, and put it back down.

Prime Minister Tom Howard walked off his plane.As he walked he saw the Chancelloress of Pan-Arab Barronia and her staff in a minibus.Waved and he walked down the stairs.It was now time to have the meeting to improve the lives of the citizens of Hataria.

Adm.Arnold's cell phone rang, "Ah hello John, I am in Hataria at a talks, how's life in the dorm?, You just got married, wonderful, but I've gotta go, bye." He hung up, and put the phone back in his pocket, and he felt he was turning a shade of red of embarrasment, and said "Couldn't be helped he called, I've forgiven him already, so, it's seems like not all the delegations are here yet."

OOC: The Chancelloress, Strom, and Niels are in a RR Phantom. The entourage are in a minibus, and we have the Black Sashes in Range Rover Disco's.

The cavalcade pulled up next to the plane. The Chancelloress stepped out of the car, waiting for the Prime Minister. She smiled, and held out her hand.

"Santina Verona-Barron, Chancelloress of Pan-Arab Barronia. It appears that we weren't the only ones running late. Please, take a seat. This is our Prime Minister, Cadence Niels ("How do you do?") and our Minister for Defense, General Conrad Strom ("Hmm. A pleasure."). If your entourage would like to take seats in the minibus, we'll be on our way.

Once everyone was seated, and introductions over with, they set off on the drive.

Pulling up outside the palace, the car pulled to a smooth stop. Once the driver had opened the doors, Cadence, followed by Conrad and then Santina stepped out of the car. They all blinked at the harsh light - it was awfully bright compared to that which filtered through the electrochromic glass inside the Phantom.

Black Sashes were heading for the door, ready to announce the Chancelloress's arrival. "Hmm...that Khamalian fellow doesn't do things by half. Always was a pompous sort of man. Couldn't restrain himself from injecting ceremony into anything." It didn't hurt, however, that that "pompous sort of man" had the best close protection regiment in the entire region.

They waited for the UK2 Prime Minister, who was getting his things together before exiting the vehicle.

Tom and his members of his staff walked out the bus.The Palace was huge and Tom wondered how he would ever walk up them.He had two plans to help Hataria and he hoped the rest of world leaders would listen.

"Hmm...a most wonderful design, it really is a miracle it looks as wonderful as it does after the war..." Santina mused as they were lead down toward the area where the new Emperor and the other guests were.

The room, whilst not overly loud, was full of conversation. The loud voice of the Captain in charge of the Black Sashes guards overrode everyone.

"Presenting: Her Excellency, Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron, Holder of the Presidency for Pan-Arab Barronia, her Prime Minister, Cadence Niels, and her Minister for Defense, General Conrad Strom."

Santina entered, her face a shade of pink. Turning to the General, she muttered, "that man must never do that again."

Turning to the room, who she felt must all have been watching her at this point, she said:

"Ahem, well, yes, apologies for my lateness. Is it safe to say the talks have not formally begun?"

Emperor Barbarossa II was in his Thorne Room waiting for The VIPs. He had been busy with a New Idea. after The fall of Brazil, Spain and Cuba, Millions of Brazilians, Cubans and Spanish wre now liveing in Hataria. The Catholics of The Fomer Colonies did not Repect The Doomi Pope, so Barbarossa have a Spanish Priest The Title of Pope of The Hatarian Catholics, Pope Athanasius was to Lead the Catholics in Hataria.

In The Thorne Room along with Barbarossa were Grand General Asuka, General Rantaikhan, General Mozi, Admiral Chang Zen, Chief Diminziko of The Ten'oh Tribe and Pope Athanaisus.

The Great Silver Doors opened to The VIPs.

"The Ambassaors fom The Dominion!" the Chamberlin said.

Adm.Arnold and the Lord Governor walked into the throne room to see the Emperor, Adm.Arnold walked up to him and shook his hand, and said "Adm.Arnold, how do you do, I am the Admiral of the Calizorinstan Navy, and this is the Lord Governor Jack Slovic, head of the country, we've got some ideas for your country in these bags of ours, we have kept your country's interest in mind when we drew up these plans, now, what room are you holding the talks in?" Adm.Arnold and Jack Slovic, stood before the Emperor of the Second Empire, both having never met an Emperor before, were somewhat impressed.

Prime Minister Tom Howard walked into the throne room."Emperor Barbarossa I'm here to help re-bring Hataria into the international community and help improvide the lives of your people".The Prime Minister waited for an answer.

Flavius followed the other delegates into the throne room, all the while examining the rooms he was walking through. He wasn't impressed, but he wasn't unimpressed either. After the other delegates made their introductions he greeted the Emperor, "Emperor Barbarossa, I, Prince Flavius George Kersk Xericus, am the appointed representative of my nation and my lord, father and emperor, Emperor Erik Sirus Kersk Xericus, descendant of Venus and Mars, Lord of the Ten Kingdoms, Lord of Imperial Commonwealths and ruler of all of the nation of Itinerate Tree Dweller. I bring his greetings and his well wishes."

Flavius followed the other delegates into the throne room, all the while examining the rooms he was walking through. He wasn't impressed, but he wasn't unimpressed either. After the other delegates made their introductions he greeted the Emperor, "Emperor Barbarossa, I, Prince Flavius George Kersk Xericus, am the appointed representative of my nation and my lord, father and emperor, Emperor Erik Sirus Kersk Xericus, descendant of Venus and Mars, Lord of the Ten Kingdoms, Lord of Imperial Commonwealths and ruler of all of the nation of Itinerate Tree Dweller. I bring his greetings and his well wishes."

"I am glad and I also Wish him well." Barbarossa said. He looked at The other Delegates. "and Welcome all to Hataria. I hope you enjoyed your ride on The Mastdons." He soon came over to The others. "We will start The Talks soon, but first, We are getting ready for dinner, if you want you can See what Foods Hataria has to offer."

Adm.Arnold said "Yes, we are getting hungry ourselves, we best have food before we start the talks, after all, this is my last action in the Calizorinstan Armed Forces, after the talks are over I'm retring to the Scandavian Empire, on 635 acres of land, lot's of land you say? Well, I am going to have a private airport built there, to accomodate my Il-62 jet. Anyway, let's have dinner, and then let's start the talks." He and the Lord Governor followed the Emperor to the dining room.

Adm.Arnold said "Yes, we are getting hungry ourselves, we best have food before we start the talks, after all, this is my last action in the Calizorinstan Armed Forces, after the talks are over I'm retring to the Scandavian Empire, on 635 acres of land, lot's of land you say? Well, I am going to have a private airport built there, to accomodate my Il-62 jet. Anyway, let's have dinner, and then let's start the talks." He and the Lord Governor followed the Emperor to the dining room.
"Indeed, Your Majesty; that sounds wonderful. Although I am just the Treasury Secretary, Ambassador Satsushima heads the State Department section of my aides and also wishes Your Imperial Highness, and Your Holiness the very best." Wally pointed to a proper if somewhat lanky Japanese man who bowed his deepest before both Emperor and Pope; the latter of whom was particularly good for Wagdog's interests, for the USSW despised Doomingsland more than most due to it's UFAN moral commitments. The introductions were eventually made, and as the Lord Governor and the Admiral walked off the Wagdoggie delegation followed as best they could, thankful for not running late this time...

Adm.Arnold turned back to the Wagdogian delegation and said "I am thankful, that in my 25-30 years of serving in the Navy, I've come near death, but somehow I always came home. Well, I can't wait to eat." He saw the table, and pulled a chair for the Lord Govenor and sat down next to him and said "This shall be an interesting evening I think, and before the talks, I hope we have dessert." The Lord Governor smiled and said "Sounds like someone's already quite excited about the aftermeal, when we haven't had the dinner portion." Adm.Arnold and the Lord Governor laughed softly, for the Admiral had always had a sweet tooth.

Tom walked towards Adm.Arnold."Hello Adm.Arnold do you know Adm.Henry because he's my son in law".Tom waited for Adm.Arnold answer.

Adm.Arnold nodded and said "I just met him a couple of weeks ago, very interesting man, do you know a Prince William? My son is with him in the Scandanavian Imperial Prepatory School right now, they're roomates, and my son just got married, have a seat next to us." He pulled up a chair for Tom, and the Admiral sat down.

Aimless, followed by his advisor sat down and waited for the meal to be served. " Out of all my years, I never thought I would have ridden a Mastdon to a fancy dinner" Aimless saidchuckloing to himself a bit. Kel smiled as his boss and started looking around the room. " Surpised Kel? As am I. I never thought Hateria would ever get this much aid. Then again I never thought Hateria would surive. But theres always hope for a new begining" Aimless said sitting back in his chair.

Tom sat down and drank a glass of brandy."Yes I know Prince Willium I have met with him alot of times before".Tom was wondering when the meeting would get started.He had alot of ideas.

Barbarossa soon looked at Aimless, "What ever you do, DON'T ask for The Rabbit Dish." he wisppered to The Guests.

Adm.Arnold said to Tom "Well, I guess we aren't going to ask for the Rabbit Dish then. My son's in the Imperial Trooper band, as the lead guitarist, plays rock, heavy rock you know, he's got a deal with the CMI record label company, make's a fair amount of money, and he can still manage the gig even in the Navy." He then said quietly to the Lord Govenor "I wish they would get on with the show, I would like it if they gave us a schedule and a dinner menu too." The Lord Governor nodded, and winked at Tom.

Flavius, suspicious of the Emperor's statement, replied "I am a vegetarian, so I don't think that will be a problem, at least not for me..."

He sat down and greeted each delegate with a nod.

"I do hope they would hurry up with dinner".Tom ate a breadroll and waited for the next dish.

Barbarossa soon looked at Aimless, "What ever you do, DON'T ask for The Rabbit Dish." he wisppered to The Guests.
Wally swallowed his thoughts then. Damn, my favorite and they don't go for that here. Oh well, diplomacy... He twirled his wine while waiting, and at least it was a savory red...

Aimless nodded back at Flavius and took a sip of his wine. " The wine superb" Aimless said to Barbarossa. He looked at the others gathered around the table. " Hmm. I havent seen most of them before..." Aimless said quietly to himself.

Rachel raised an eyebrow. "What's the rabbit dish?" she asked. She reached for the wine and poured her glass full to the brim. She was glad to hear that there were no pro-Doomani delegates in the meeting; a few drinks and she'd be cracking heads.

Suddenly, the doors opened and in walked the Vetalian delegation. "Our apologies for being late, but Praetor Ryzhkov was 'retired due to health reasons' and we needed to hold a conference call with our ministries and the new Praetor, Vladimir Chernomyrdin to confirm the situation regarding Hatarian reconstruction has not changed. It has not."

"I suppose you would be able to seat us?" Ayatekov asked, looking rather uncomfortable at barging in so unexpectedly.

“I’m more then an ambassador.” said the Count under his breath. He smiled as he walked into the throne room, Sir Daniels at his right side. Singleton and Dash behind them, their eyes watching the action in the throne room. Their job was to keep Caesar Jason and Sir Daniels safe from harm. They were in the throne room of a former enemy, you know.

The first person the Count looked at wasn’t the twelve year old boy Emperor, he looked over at Ms. Levitt. She was the one whom almost got a number of Kahanstanian killed with one letter. But the Count didn’t loss any sleep over the fact he sent many people to their deaths. It wasn’t his problem that they wanted to force their way out of a locked down airbase. Anyways, moving on…

The Count walked in front of the Hatarian Emperor, his old eyes stared at the young boy. He listened to the boy’s heartbeat. My, my, he will be good to mold with my hands. he said to himself. Maybe with any luck, he turn into something great.

“Emperor Barbarossa, you do know that you could be something great, if you watch what actions you take.” he said. He didn’t really care whom hear him. He was trying to give the boy some helpful things in his own way. “Sir Daniels and I, are here to help your people. Your innocent civilians that were in middle of the mayhem caused by your bloodline.”

He smiled as Sir Daniels, Singleton, and Dash showed their repeat to the Hatarian Emperor by bowing their heads. “I hope you understand that. Right now, only a fool would attack your nation.” said the Count.

“Now, have your food and I’ll think to myself.” he said, ending it with a tip of his hat. He heads off to find his chair or an open one. Sir Daniels, Singleton, and Dash followed him. All of them took a seat and the thee humans waited for their food. All the Count did was looking through his PDA and looking at Ms. Levitt.

If only we didn’t act that way with each other., me and her would has been became friends. From what I read of her, she is the female side of my good soldier side.” said the Count to himself.

Flavius did not wish to become intoxicated, so he decided to drink water. He remained aware of the various conversations going on, as he sipped at his water. He was a bit of an obsessive compulsive, he did not wish to have "toxins" in his body, of course what he considered toxic varied and included animal meat and alcohol.

Adm.Arnold looked at Ms.Levitt in the coldest glare he could manage, for what he had heard about her, was nothing good, and she certainly wasn't a friend of the DC or Calizorinstan he thought. He said to the Emperor "The Lord Governor and I have decided thus, if you behave yourself in proper action's we will send C-17B's loaded with our old surplus M-35 trucks, and old M-151 jeeps for your people to drive around in, and also 100 barrels of petrol, however we must stress if you go attacking world nation's like your previous bloodline.." Here he paused and finished saying ".. We will not hesistate to bring the DC and our forces down on you like that." At this last word, he banged the table, not too hard to send food flying or anything like that, but enough to let the Emperor know he meant buisness.

Prime Minister Howrd cut a piece of the hare and ate fast and had a drink of brandy.Tom ate some more food and waited for everyone to finnsh.

That made the Count look up from his black PDA. “Hey now, I don’t hitting the table was needed.” he said, his voice in a serious tone. “Admiral Arnold, are you the Lord Marshall? You can’t bring the united forces of the whole Dominion Commonwealth without my say so.”

He looked over at Barbarossa. “But he is right. I don’t think you want the horrors that were caused by your former leaders to happen again. The United Dominion and her Commonwealth aren’t shields for your nation to go back to her old ways.” he said in the same tone.

“Now, I’m trying to see what Prince William Kennedy had sent me.” he said, looking back at his PDA.

Admiral Arnold looked at the Count and said in an even cool tone "I'm sorry if my speech infered I'm the Lord Marshall, which I'm not, I was only pointing out to the Emperor, that we aren't a sheild for him to turn to his old ways and I am truly regret that it was taken that way, it won't happen again. But I stand by my suggestion of sending cars and oil to Hataria, for this will help their economy immensely, for if they can get back and forth from their jobs faster, it might help them. And if we build factories here, it would improve their economy tons, and that if we were to establish a joint base here, I'm not the Marshall, I'll admit that, that's why it's only a suggestion. If we established a base here, we could keep them under control." He sat down, feeling a bit better, and looked at his N800 Internet Tablet, a message from his Secretary that said to call Anza Motors about possibly replacing his Ford F-150 truck with something more economical. Adm.Arnold wrote a reply, when he sat down and he looked at the Count to see if he could see if he was going to make a little speech.

The Count wasn’t looking or doing anything, but typing on his PDA. He wished he had his laptop, but his PDA would work. He really wanted the talks to start, but humans did have to eat. He smiled thinking about some evil.

Ms. Levitt did not want to talk to the Count or even look at him. If she had known what the Count had considered doing in response to her letter, she would probably have tried to crack his head too. She was only 5'3", but in good physical condition from her military training and constant exercise.

The Foreign Minister took a large gulp from her wine glass. "The Hatarian Empire is clearly under sane management now. My purpose here is to get the Hatarians where they can feed their people and defend themselves. They are not going to be in a position to go invading their neighbors."

She finished her glass and poured another, then grabbed a chicken leg. "I resent your accusations that they are intent on resuming the path of Imperial Japan... Anyway, we should start by building factories here, to produce goods, recycle the rubble, just rebuild. I didn't follow the war too closely, but if no WMD were used, the farmland should still be fertile. We can still grow food there, and import what we need to. Maybe limit the amount of weapons they can bring in, but nothing more serious than that."

The Vetalian delegation simply sat, drinking glasses of aged Metovan brandy from northern Vetalia that had been given to the Hatarian government as part of its palace selection. They were not particularly hungry, mainly because there was considerably thick tension in the room and they simply wanted to get to business and go home.

"The Vetalian government's aid is primarily in infrastructure, industrial aid, and housing. We can supply and construct factories to produce manufactured goods for the Hatarian economy, but we are unable to supply their agricultural and raw materials sectors at this time. Other nations will have to take care of these; we can build the factories, powerplants, water pumps, and houses, but other nations will have to provide the steel for the trucks, coal for the power plants, oil for the pipes and wood for the houses.

In addition, we will need agricultural production to receive heavy focus, since workers that aren't properly fed will not be able to work at their potential. In addition, non-food crops like cotton will be needed to meet demand in the consumer sector." Ayatekov sipped his brandy, savoring the highly expensive drink as much as possible.

“Please see it in our shoes, Ms. Levitt.” said Sir Daniels after he fixed an order for a plate of rice and chicken. He looked at his Kahanstanian counterpart. “The protection of the Dominion Commonwealth has been used before the wrong way. Those Clandonians, which currently hide behind the shield of Haven, used us before to launch their warmonger actions.”

“It took some time for the name of the Dominion Commonwealth to raise up again, but I feel like offering a position to the Second Empire had done the same time.” he said. “But I have a feeling like before, we will raise up again like a phoenix from the ashes.” He started eating his meal.

Between the three Dominionites, that wasn’t a glass of liquor, only water. Clear minds are better then buzzed heads.

The Count looked up at her before moving his look to the twelve year old boy. “Prince William Kennedy has told me some good news. Those Hatarians within his newly claimed lands have been given the option to leave and come here.” he started. “That’s good news.” He looked back down at his PDA.

“Please see it in our shoes, Ms. Levitt.” said Sir Daniels after he fixed a plate of rice and chicken. He looked at his Kahanstanian counterpart. “The protection of the Dominion Commonwealth has been used before the wrong way. Those Clandonians, which currently hide behind the shield of Haven, used us before to launch their warmonger actions.”

“It took some time for the name of the Dominion Commonwealth to raise up again, but I feel like offering a position to the Second Empire had done the same time.” he said. “But I have a feeling like before, we will raise up again like a phoenix from the ashes.” He started eating his meal.

Between the three Dominionites, that wasn’t a glass of liquor, only water. Clear minds are better then buzzed heads.

The Count looked up at her before moving his look to the twelve year old boy. “Prince William Kennedy has told me some good news. Those Hatarians within his newly claimed lands have been given the option to leave and come here.” he started. “That’s good news.” He looked back down at his PDA.
"Indeed." Having been something of a wallfower despite the sumptuous repast even thus far before the main course was known. "Well said, Lord Marshal; all. Our aid is as spelled out in the initial declaration, needing only Kahanistan and Hataria's approval for any peacekeeping force in particular." He skirted the why of that, the fact that Wagdog was already only just shy of full mobilization thanks to the war in Haven; even limited though it was, and would remain so long as possible insofar as Wagdog's interests had settled on the matter.
"We are open to all concerns and conditions, so just ask me or our soon-to-be Ambassador to Hataria. Now if only dinner proper could arrive, apologies to our most gracious Hatarian guests, this could get even better still." He bottomed out his wineglass and dabbed his scraggly mustache off contentedly...

"Excuse me, did you say the Clandonians have used you before? We are exceptionally interested in regard to this nation, since they apparently are at war with the Vetakans and we are in a bit of a political bind with the whole situation." Orlova's strange formality reflected her tension in regard to the whole affair, from Hataria to Haven.

She added quietly. "In fact, it was brash action by the government that caused Ryzhkov to 'retire' yesterday. Chernomyrdin represents the more realist perspective on international affairs that the Senate finds best for its interests."

Prime Minister Tom Howard had enought and started talking."Why are we talking about the Clandonians when we are all here to talk and help Hataria,These people need our help not for us to fight over a war".Tom drank some brandy.

Ms. Levitt barely understood what the Count was saying to her. With the wine in her system and her grudge against the Dominion, she wasn't that interested.

Turning to the Wagdoggie delegate, she nodded her approval through a mouthful of fried chicken. "We favor a limited peacekeeping force to augment the Hatarian defense forces and limit the crime that's got to be taking place there." Any kind of major social upheaval often led to riots, crime, protests, and, if left unchecked, anarchy.

Tom heard what Ms. Levitt and asnwered."We should first start back up a good police force and work up to military and military weapons.The United Kingdom2 could send peacekeeper forces if Hataria lets us".

Consul Orlova suggested "Perhaps it would be best to use elements from the former Hatarian military and police forces for this end? I think it would be unwise to disband those forces if they still exist, especially since they are already trained to enforce the law. We could negotiate with involved parties to allow limited imports of military equipment for law and order purposes."

Tom answered back."I agree with you.The United Kingdom2 will even donate weapons to help".Tom drank another glass of brandy.

"It is vital to supply basic housing to the Hatarian civilian population, which is why my father maintains his offer of..." Flavius looks at the list of materials he was provided by his government, "50,000 prefabricated houses, 300,000 four-men tents, food to feed 30,000 people for six months and building supplies to build 10,000 permanent housing units. Aside from that, I believe it would be unwise to totally rearm the military units of Hataria. If they are to be used for policing only, they should only be armed with weaponry that is suitable for that role. I believe what remains of the Hatarian military equipment after that should either be kept in trust or converted to civilian use. But, I do not wish to leave these people defenseless.... perhaps the Hatarian military should be reduced to a size suitable only for defense."

Tikhonov replied. "Based upon what we're bringing, we'll be able to build about 25,000 prefabricated housing units a month until domestic building supplies come online. We could probably renovate and repair another 5,000 if we can get the labor to do it. After we work out supply concerns, the sky's the limit as long as Hataria can afford it."

Ayatekov expanded on the other official's estimate. "On infrastructure, we can presently repave probably 200km of roads a month and repair another 50-75km, along with a few dozen minor bridges. Nothing big until we've got the steel and cement for larger bridges. Those rates could increase threefold once we've got a steady supply of cement and tar, either from Hataria or Vetalia."

"However, shortages of plastics and steel will make repairing all but the most critical electrical/telecom and water infrastructure impossible until they've got their chemical and steel industries up and running. Of course, that requires power, which requires coal and natural gas. Get those flowing and we can really speed things up"

LaGord had remained silent throughout the dinner, drinking his wine and listening intently to the conversation. As each delegate explained what they aimed to do for Hataria, he realised he hadn't said what he was doing there. It was only proper.

"The Mercer Trading Company aims to provide the raw capital to the new Hatarian government, and will try to establish links with some of our overseas trading partners for other materials, with the hopes that they'll rebuild and become prosperous again." He didn't add that they wanted percentages. "However, we refuse point blank to have any part in the rebuilding of Hataria's armed forces, even if it is for police work."

He glanced to Barbarossa and smiled, "With respect, your majesty, the actions of your predecessors has made your military un-investable."

OOC: Apologies for not posting. It's been a very busy two days. Plus, you all appear to be GMT-5, so it's hard for me to post at decent times.

The Chancelloress was one of the last to meet the emperor.

"Your Majesty. A pleasure, and indeed an honour, to meet you. We hope that this will be the start of a better, greater era for Hataria, and we look forward to favourable relations in the future."

A C-130J converted into a luxury government plane descended as it approached the Hatarian coast. On board was the delegate Colonel Jason Lania, several advisers, and their Marine security teams.

"Control tower, this is Gold Star, do we have permission to land?"

OOC: K’stan, the Count wasn’t talking to her. It was Sir Daniels.

IC: “Can we save this talking about the Hatarian military until the talks really began?” said the Count, whom was still looking at his PDA. “We will deal with it when the time comes. Anyways, we can talk about something else.”

“Like getting the Kahanstanian fleet from moving out of the port so our ships can unload stuff.” said Sir Daniels, slipping his glass of water.

A C-130J converted into a luxury government plane descended as it approached the Hatarian coast. On board was the delegate Colonel Jason Lania, several advisers, and their Marine security teams.

"Control tower, this is Gold Star, do we have permission to land?"

"Premission to land Granted."

"I can take care of that right now," said Ms. Levitt. "The fleet has no intention of obstructing your humanitarian aid supplies. We are not a blockading force." She pulled out her cellular phone and dialed.

"Admiral Jenkins... Yes, this is Levitt. We need that fleet pulled out of port, move it about 10 kilometers offshore, let... the Dominion... in. The port isn't big enough for both our fleets... OK... OK."

"They'll have the fleet pulled within four hours, that superdreadnaught will be there a bit longer, because it's slower, but you can land most of your ships with a SDN there, can't you? It'll be out in ten hours."

“Thank you, Ms. Levitt.” said the Count, still not looking up from his PDA. He was done reading a message from that Prince William and starting the typing of one.

“Yes, our civilian transports can land and start unloading the vehicles and other equipment need to start the clean of the damage caused by the royal civil war.” said Sir Daniels, who pulled out his own red PDA. He typed a quick message to the civilian naval commanders.

“What type of super dreadnaught?” asked Command Sergeant Major Dash. Then he stopped himself. “Forget me for my rudest, I am Command Sergeant Major Tex Dash of the 1st Blood Wolves. Anyways, is it a Hood class? The United Dominion’s own Hood is out in the Hatarian water, right now.”

As Tex talked with the Kahanstanian, which could hate his guts for the Count’s actions, the count smiled at the message from Prince William. He looked up and over at Barbarossa.

“More good news. 750 million Hatarians want to leave the Wilhelm-Hatarian Empire. I told him to sent them to me and I’ll get transportation for them to your homeland. That would aid us more in the rebuilding.” he said. With that, he looked back at his PDA.

Meanwhile, the naval commanders of the TWI transport ships waited for the Kahanstanian fleet to leave the port. The men and women were mostly former United Dominion Navy members, whom retired form the Navy to found out they looked the waters then land.

Tom started talking."United Kingdom2 navy ships with peacekeepers can come right way if needed".Tom finshed his glass of brandy and waited for a answer.

The Chancelloress addressed the UK2 Prime Minister.

"Well, I hardly think Peacekeepers will be necessary, after all, I would be inclined to believe that all nations will be bringing some form of armed guard with them, Hataria's situation for Law and Order isn't exactly stable after all..."

"Then to help improve law and order the United Kingdom2 will send armed guards to help".Tom re-filled his glass with brandy for a drink.

"Well, in our agreement with the blockading powers we only specifically said we would not deploy any naval forces in the area; based upon those terms, we should be able to bring in more than sufficient security for our workers and the Hatarians involved in reconstruction."

"A noble sentiment, and one that Hataria will most definitely require. Our contribution will be for that of Telecommunications and Transport Networks - we will be setting about building new roads, repairing old ones, and rebuilding train lines, airfields, and reconnecting towns and cities once more, so that the entire effort may move more smoothly."

as the Dinner was being Surved, The Guests would see that mainly that Barbarossa II, The Hatarian Pope and them selves had normal Food...........if you can called Roasted Woolly Rino Normal. But what Ryu and Asuka and the others were going to eat was anything but Normal, Or Cooked.

one of The Meals that Ryu was now haveing was a Large Shark, even though in The Region of The World Hataria was in, Sharks were almost Wiped out, The Hatarian Coast and The Deep Waters near by still had Sharks. But as Ryu soon cut into it, Out came Eels...............still alive and Sqwrming all over The Place, Ryu Grabed a Eel and then Bit into IT!

and of coruse, Asuka had the Rabbit Dish, a Live Rabbit that was soon to be dead. She Grabbed the Rabbit and soon Broke it's Neck, then roasted it on The Fire like a Marshmallow.

other Foods were Fried Beatles, Chilled Monkey Brains, Roasted Rino, Beef (It is whats for Dinner.) and Soup............Ant Soup.

"Well, as for the Police Force you are Planning, the only Military Branch that is still whole..........for the Most part, is The Hatarian Imperial Navy." Ryu said as she Bit off a Eel head.

Barbarossa had The Beef.

"Excellent. Our crews will be able to work together and coordinate reconstruction in those fields more efficiently. Hopefully we can at least get the highways up and running, along with the rails if there's enough diesel for the trains."

Tikhonov paused, suddenly remembering. "Your nation wouldn't be able to supply us with crude oil and plastic, would it? We would negotiate a purchasing agreement since it will be difficult to transport large amounts of these products from Vetalia and we will need them to keep our crews working as efficiently as possible."

"But of course. Our location allows us access to large stocks of oil, and, as a fellow member of COMECON, it would naturally be at a reduced price. My government owns several large tankers, due to the fact we're a known exporter. It would be our pleasure to aid you.

If you would give Ms Niels a moment or two, she will arrange the details..."

“That’s good to know. We need the help of your people in rebuilding. That includes those within the Hatarian army and air force, too.” said the Count, still looking at his PDA. With his head down, it looked like he was a sleep. Sir Daniels, Singleton, and Dash started in their meals.

"Oh, Gods, are those eels?" Orlova looked surprised. "I love eels!" She reached out excitedly towards the plate. "Our family's business was centered on eel-farming in northern Vetalia, so I've developed quite a taste for them." She unabashedly took one of the living eels and gave it a lethal bite. "The key is to kill as quickly as possible. That way the taste of the flesh isn't affected." She set the dead eel down and began to eat the raw flesh politely, with knife and fork.

Tikhonov and Ayatekov stared at Ms. Orlova, stunned. In fact, Ayatekov had his jaw slightly agape until he noticed and quickly closed his mouth. They both said in unison "We'll have the beef".

Still rather shocked at Orlova's enthusiasm, Tikhonov spoke to the delegates from Pan-Arab Barronia. "Excellent. We can provide the same discount to your nation for additional fiber-optic cable and transmission line; we can exchange our surpluses in order to keep working as fast as possible."

"Excellent. Our crews will be able to work together and coordinate reconstruction in those fields more efficiently. Hopefully we can at least get the highways up and running, along with the rails if there's enough diesel for the trains."

Tikhonov paused, suddenly remembering. "Your nation wouldn't be able to supply us with crude oil and plastic, would it? We would negotiate a purchasing agreement since it will be difficult to transport large amounts of these products from Vetalia and we will need them to keep our crews working as efficiently as possible."


"the Black Islands to The South are still the only Hatarian Territories outside Hataria left." Barbarossa said, "they have Oil Rigs that Survived The wars, but you would have to talk to the Ryou Tribe that lives there........oh, Tikhonov, there is a Eel heading your way." Barbarossa Pointed to The Eel that was on The Table trying to escape being Dinner.

“You know, all of this talk about oil has me thinking.” said the Count, looking up at everybody. “I think everybody knows about bio-diesel, right? Currently, over fifty percent of the diesel engine vehicles in the United Dominion run of it. It is better for the planet, you know.”

Sir Daniels smiled as he took a bite of meat, which he didn’t know what it was, but he like it.

“So, for the better lives of the Hatarian people, I say we should built plants and refineries to make bio-diesel.” the Count said. He knew the perfect company for the job, Timber Wolf Incorporated has a sub-company that is all about bio-diesel.

"Agreed. KMI is also in need of expansion, and they have some biodiesel holdings that they use for designing engines for their vehicles and the like that use biodiesel," said Ms. Levitt. Kahanistan Military Industries had suffered during the recent wars, and was looking for new markets to raise needed funds.

"It'll help our economy out, too."

"But of course. Most vehicles in Barronia run on bio-diesel, allowing us more crude for export, and we would whole-heartedly support a measure to introduce this concept to Hataria."

Ambassador Satsushima tore into his eel, exclaiming, "Superb! Unconventional... perhaps, but very good all the same." After that, he went to his beef with equal gusto, especially with this being more normal. To policy, he said, "Well, at least your navy could defend your coasts well-enough. If you need our Fifth Army Group to help out, only ask. We'll mostly provide training at first, then advance to wargames for territorial defense, counterinsurgency and resistance scenarios; in line with Hataria's new non-aggression policy of course."

Wally meanwhile also enjoyed the beef, eel, rhino and shark. He still wanted the rabbit dish, but knew better. His take on matters was, "If we could also be supplied with oil and derivative products, this would be the beginning of an excellent trade relationship between Wagdog and Hataria. We are just barely self-sufficient in these areas ourselves, and you could help us attain a surplus we believe while you could make a healthy profit. For the Hatarian infrastructure, however, we have no-objection to a bio-diesel effort at all; far from it in fact." Hopefully that would get their attention well-enough for the proverbial wallflower's part...

“You know, all of this talk about oil has me thinking.” said the Count, looking up at everybody. “I think everybody knows about bio-diesel, right? Currently, over fifty percent of the diesel engine vehicles in the United Dominion run of it. It is better for the planet, you know.”

Sir Daniels smiled as he took a bite of meat, which he didn’t know what it was, but he like it.

“So, for the better lives of the Hatarian people, I say we should built plants and refineries to make bio-diesel.” the Count said. He knew the perfect company for the job, Timber Wolf Incorporated has a sub-company that is all about bio-diesel.


"When Neherenia was around, She did only one good thing......." Barbarossa said, "Hydrogen Fuel Cells. She was soon haveing Cars made with Fuel Cells."

Ayatekov nearly screamed when he saw the eel coming towards him, but a quick stab from Ms. Orlova ended its slithering advance. Shaken, he continued.

"Using biodiesel would be a good idea. Our engines can run on it, and it would help stimulate the Hatarian agricultural sector. We can also negotiate with the tribes to see if they will allow our crews to get to the oil rigs and operate them. However, we should try to make use of already available resources before expanding, so we will probably wait until we have sufficient cash and security to negotiate with these tribes"

Flavius squirmed slightly at the sight of the eels, put his fork down and grabbed an apple from a bowl of fruit on the table. "I, uh... I would like to know what type of skilled labor has survived the war? It would be much more efficient to use local labor in rebuilding the infrastructure," he said before biting into the apple.

“That is a good question.” said the Count. “It would be cheaper to hire the local labors then ship them in.”

"Aurum Domus' main industries are Arms Manufacturing and mining. We could help you setup these industries in exchange for part of the profit and a precious metal mine of our choosing."

"That's disgusting," said Ms. Levitt after watching the spectacle with the eels. She poured herself a full glass of wine and took a large gulp. "Anyway, after the Doomani war, Kahanistan liberalized immigration, we were already very liberal but we didn't have personnel for a border patrol, so we ended up importing all kinds of labor to help us build."

After suppressing the urge to retch, and gulping down the rest of the wine glass, she continued. "Any way you can think of to increase the work force and the economy is fine by me."

"Well, we could provide robotic labor. Ever since they were given citizenship, Vetalia's robotic citizens have been a quite reliable source of skilled as well as unskilled labor.

Of course, we can't guarantee if the Hatarians would feel threatened by the appearance of these workers; our own economy has not been harmed, in fact it has benefited immensely, but a nation on the mend might not be able to accommodate this kind of labor competing with human workers.

Adm.Arnold got up and said :"While bio-diesel is all well and good, why not a diesel-hybrid electric, it get's the best reliblity and gas mileage, that's what standard, you may go with Bio-Diesel if you wish, but just consider my suggestion. I propose that the DC set up factory's to help the Hatarian industry." Adm.Arnold inwardly groaned when he saw the Eel, and said "Is there any beef product's left that I could have, I wouldn't mind eating any of these, just we're not seafood types."

Flavius shook his head, "With all due respect to your robotic workers, I am more concerned with keeping the native Hatarians employed, I believe it would be better for these Hatarians to be employed in reconstructing their nation. Better a man be employed in building a house than firing a rifle, at least in this instance."

Ayatekov replied. "Yes, we feel the same way. The Hatarian economy simply isn't ready for the kind of productivity growth those workers could provide; they need to restore their economic base before they can improve upon it. You can't be more efficient if there is nothing to produce. Their economy is simply too underutilized at this point to justify the use of high technology."

“I feel the same way, too.” said the Count, still looking like he was asleep in his chair. He watching a live satellite feed of the Kahanistanian navy moving out of the port. How he got it on his PDA was another story. “But I don’t think that means anything. “ he said in a joking matter.

Barbarossa soon told Ayatekov, "The Tribes might not want to give you The land. They have been on that land for 12,000 Years." Barbarossa may have been a 12 year old boy, but he had hear of what most of The Nomad Tribes did to enemies in war, They didn't rape women, they killed them. The only way HatarOil (The Hatarian Oil Company) got Rigs in The Ryous Territory was lots of Begging and bowing, and The Ryous also had control of the Rigs also.

The Hatarian Steppe Nomads on The other hand were not to be fooled or recken with, Their Lands had no known Oil Wells, Farms only were there because The farmers had to bow to The Chiefs of The Tribes, The Two Most Powerful Being The Asakuras and The Ten'hos. The Tribes were also Skilled in Warfare and Fighting, and now The Tribes were getting Modern Weapons, Machine Guns were to the Nomads like The Horse was to the Indians of The New World.

"The only way to might ask the Tribes to Put Rigs in their lands is with tons of Bowing and Trade, They don't use Money, they Trade with Furs and Weapons, negotiateing with them is like talking to a Nuclear Missile not to kill The Women when it blows, never worked."

Ayatekov's eyes brightened. "Weapons? We have huge stockpiles of weapons, mainly surplus purchased over the past few years to prepare for a future war. We could supply them with enough ordinance to arm their entire population, but the only problem is that there's no way we will be able to get them past the blockade."

"Unless, that is, you are willing to do something a little...illegal...and sneak them through on supply ships. The blockade's lazy, and they've pretty much stopped checking ships, even sealed containers. We could get them through no problem, and any they catch could be passed off as...security equipment.

"So, you provide us with tribal contacts, and we'll start putting AK-74s in to their hands. Those rigs will be ours in no time, and HatarOil can get them working again. Just keep it quiet, and we're in the clear."

Ayatekov's eyes brightened. "Weapons? We have huge stockpiles of weapons, mainly surplus purchased over the past few years to prepare for a future war. We could supply them with enough ordinance to arm their entire population, but the only problem is that there's no way we will be able to get them past the blockade."

"Unless, that is, you are willing to do something a little...illegal...and sneak them through on supply ships. The blockade's lazy, and they've pretty much stopped checking ships, even sealed containers. We could get them through no problem, and any they catch could be passed off as

"So, you provide us with tribal contacts, and we'll start putting AK-74s in to their hands. Those rigs will be ours in no time, and HatarOil can get them working again. Just keep it quiet, and we're in the clear."


"Ok." Barbarossa said "But The Ryou own the Rigs because It was The Hatarian Government that gave them The Rigs. Why do you Think the Ryous now have 14 Nanuchka class corvettes?"

Ayatekov's eyes brightened. "Weapons? We have huge stockpiles of weapons, mainly surplus purchased over the past few years to prepare for a future war. We could supply them with enough ordinance to arm their entire population, but the only problem is that there's no way we will be able to get them past the blockade."

"Unless, that is, you are willing to do something a little...illegal...and sneak them through on supply ships. The blockade's lazy, and they've pretty much stopped checking ships, even sealed containers. We could get them through no problem, and any they catch could be passed off as

"So, you provide us with tribal contacts, and we'll start putting AK-74s in to their hands. Those rigs will be ours in no time, and HatarOil can get them working again. Just keep it quiet, and we're in the clear."

" Only problem is that when you put the AKs in there hands will they realize they have more power and shooting at us. If there such a threat to your people why not dismantle and destory them. I have a way which is much cheaper than giving them weapons" Aimless said looking up from his meal.

" Only problem is that when you put the AKs in there hands will they realize they have more power and shooting at us. If there such a threat to your people . I have a way which is much cheaper than giving them weapons" Aimless said looking up from his meal.

Grand Admiral Ryu's Hand was on The Hilt of her sword, Being a Ryou her self, the Word 'Destroy them' was a insult and a Threat to her people. Most of The Hatarian Imperial Navy was in fact Ryous, Being a Sea Fairing People that was said to have came to The Black Islands from what is now The Region of Gholgoth.

Asuka soon saw it and said to Aimless "I think You should have Not said 'why not dismantle and destory them' in Front of Ryu." Asuka said, Pointing to Ryu's Sword.

Adm.Arnold stood up quietly from his meal and said "Yet, if we do pull out of here, are we going to leave a fleet to protect them? They would be open for invasion if we pulled our forces out, and thus our mission destoryed, it's either we leave a fleet here, or take a chance and train them, who knows? The people actually might listen to us for once, what say you Count?" He sat back down, enjoying his Beef immensely, glad he wasn't eating the eel.

He noticed Ryu's hand on her sword and said quietly "You aren't the only one with a sword Ryu, I am not going to draw it, it's not in my interests to do so, so I reccomend you sheath your sword back, if you draw it, well, I don't think you'd like to know." He sat down, wiped his head, and drank the rest of his wine.

“Admiral Ryu, you draw that sword and you’ll force me to act.” said the Count looking up. He smiled, his old eyes looked on her. “You need to cool yourself before you do something dumb. We’re here to aid your people not destroy them.” He pushed his chair back, waiting to see if she would act. He placed his PDA on the table and smiled. “Aimless is a friend of mine. Don’t force me to save his life. You‘re not as fast as me.”

Sir Daniels looked over Ayatekov. “There isn’t a blockade anymore, you know. Plus in my opinion, trading guns isn‘t a good idea even if it’s for land. ” said the young man. He went back to his meal.

Adm.Arnold nodded and sat down and said "The Count's right, Aimless is trying to find what's best for Hataria, not what's bad. We are only trying to help you, not backstab you!, I am proposing the DC set up factory's to help the Hatarian economy, if anyone agrees, you may respond." He sat down in the chair.

" I do not fear your sword nor you. I have lived much of life on death threats. I was simply saying if they are a problem then it needs to be fixed. Listen. We give them weapons, soon enough they are going to want there land back and start using the weapons we gave them against us. Who is to say we give them weapons, they get smart and attempt to gain control of the country? Babarossa it time you stepped up to plate! YOu tell them that this land not only belongs to them, but the Haterian people. And right now the Hatarain people needed this land more than ever. It is time to be a man and run your country. If these tribes halt your recovery effort then , as terrible as it may sound, put them down and in there place for the sake of your people" Aimless said calm but stern, as if talking to his own child.

" I do not fear your sword nor you. I have lived much of life on death threats. I was simply saying if they are a problem then it needs to be fixed. Listen. We give them weapons, soon enough they are going to want there land back and start using the weapons we gave them against us. Who is to say we give them weapons, they get smart and attempt to gain control of the country? Babarossa it time you stepped up to plate! YOu tell them that this land not only belongs to them, but the Haterian people. And right now the Hatarain people needed this land more than ever. It is time to be a man and run your country. If these tribes halt your recovery effort then , as terrible as it may sound, put them down and in there place for the sake of your people" Aimless said calm but stern, as if talking to his own child.


OOC: That was me. Posted on my puppet by mistake.

"Comrades, there is no reason to get angry. We must keep cool heads if we're going to begin rebuilding Hataria. We will allow the Ryou to retain control over their rigs, we will supply them with the goods and equipment they desire, and all we ask in return is that they repair the oil infrastructure and restore production at those oil fields and refineries. Given that HatarOil is a government corporation, we see no reason why the government of Hataria will be unable to negotiate a plan that works well for all sides."

"I know that smuggling weapons may not be a wise idea, but the only way we will be able to get those resources flowing is by supplying them to the Ryou. Vetalia doesn't have the oil reserves to support a nation almost one and a half times its size, and neither do any of the others gathered here. Once their economy is recovered, energy demand is going to soar...we need those rigs and we need them now," He paused to sip water and continued.

"Remember, friends, the goal is to get that oil flowing, not to squabble over who controls it. There is plenty of time to discuss that when there aren't millions of people facing fuel shortages and blackouts. Let's get Hataria on its feet and then talk about the particulars." Ayatekov looked around uneasily, worried that he would not be able to defuse the situation.

“Giving firearms to them is a bad idea. It isn’t good the long run.” said the Count, still watching Ryu. “Guns for oil isn’t a good idea. The fur trade sounds better. The young Barbarossa need said that they trade in fur. I know what happened when nomad people get their hands on firearms.”

"The problem is, we don't have any kind of fur resources. The majority of our native wildlife is protected, and I doubt they would be interested in meercat pelts..."

"However, if any nation could supply such a commodity, we'd be more than happy to cover part of the cost."

“We have good fur market within the United Dominion” said Sir Daniels after he finished his meal. “It isn’t illegal to enter in the fur trade. The only thing that is illegal to hunt for fur or meat is the Demonic Cheetah. We can’t have our national animal dieing out.”

"Well, then I suggest that we should begin negotiating with the nomads to see what they would feel is an acceptable trade. If your nation can supply the pelts, we'll cover part of the cost and help deliver them to the Ryou. Hopefully, this will get them to restore oil production and will avert the negative effects of the weapons trade."

Ayatekov sat back, remembering how much easier it was negotiating with other nations, when suitcases full of colorful Vetalian Solaris could motivate even the most recalcitrant officials to reconsider their position.

“We could do that about the talks are done. By that time, we can have somebody from the United Dominion Foreign Affairs department and TWI here.” said Sir Daniels. He pushed out his PDA. “I’m the head of UDFA department, but I know somebody that would be good dealing with the nomads.” He started reading a message to that person.

“I would like to deal with money, but we can’t do that.” adds the Count, still watching Ryu out of the corner of his eye.

"Excellent. I'll talk to the Ministry of Finance and see what they can budget for us. I think we will be capable of meeting our reconstruction crews' oil needs for the foreseeable future, but our supplies will barely be able to meet Hatarian needs for a few weeks, let alone at pre-war levels of consumption. I'll also speak to contacts in Vetalian Syncrude and Lukov Oil to get the ball rolling on some new refinery projects in Hataria. They've been unable to for a long time, and this is a big market that they'd like to be involved in."

As a shareholder of Lukov Oil, Ayatekov knew that he'd stand to make a lot of money if they could score some contracts in Hataria...all he had to do was sort out this native mess, and he knew the Hatarians would greenlight a big project like a new refinery.

Adm.Arnold looked up from his meal and said "What can Calizorinstan do to help, we're part of the Commonwealth too, and we'd like to help a fellow member out. Anything you need, just ask." He went back to finishing off his excellent Beef.

“We could do that about the talks are done. By that time, we can have somebody from the United Dominion Foreign Affairs department and TWI here.” said Sir Daniels. He pushed out his PDA. “I’m the head of UDFA department, but I know somebody that would be good dealing with the nomads.” He started reading a message to that person.

“I would like to deal with money, but we can’t do that.” adds the Count, still watching Ryu out of the corner of his eye.


Ryu took her hand off her sword, "Well, It is not just My people you have to Talk to," She said, "You Have The Ten'ho, The Minbrai, The Zukani, The Jabi, The Asakuras, The Rimbarians, The Dai-Dais, The Thet-Chais, the Catinaians and the others in Hataria." Ryu may have been a Admiral, but She knew The Fur Trade of The Tribes.

The Steppe Tribes Hunted Fur Animals like Fox, Wolf, Lions, Saber Tooth cats, Otters, Woolly Rhinos, Mammoths, Wild Sheep, Mastdons, Wild Goat and Wild Dogs. The Hunters go South to get on Boats to The Black Islands and Traded in The so called 'Trade Towns' which were small Villages on The Islands. There, They Traded Fur for Fish, Croc Skin, Whale Meat and Volcanic Rocks.

"So, Count, how Much Fur would you give The Ryous?" Barbarossa asked.

Adm.Arnold looked up from his meal and said "What can Calizorinstan do to help, we're part of the Commonwealth too, and we'd like to help a fellow member out. Anything you need, just ask." He went back to finishing off his excellent Beef.


"We Need some Workers and Builders and Engineners." Barbarossa said, "I am Needing them for the Rebuilding of Hataropoils."

Adm.Arnold replied to Barbarossa and said "We'll send 350 of our finest engineers, and 200 workers, and 45 of our architects over here pronto, we'll send them next Monday to here, sound good?"

"So, Count, how Much Fur would you give The Ryous?" Barbarossa asked.

The Count relaxed as she took her hand from her sword’s hilt. “I don’t know. I know we have lots of fox, wolf, wild goat, otter, lion, and other types fur.” he said looking over at the young boy. “But I know we don’t have saber tooth cats, woolly rhinos, mammoths, or mastdons fur.”

He thought about it. “We could allows trade fur along with other things. Like Croc Skin or Whale Meat.” he said.

“After the talks, I’ll make sure I have my men met with you to set up meeting with the tribes.” said Sir Daniels, he said looking over at Barbarossa.

"Emperor Barbarossa,I will send 500 engineers,1,200 and 23 architects to also help Calizorinstan build back Hataropoils".Tom drank another glass brandy.

Adm.Arnold said "Our engineer's and workers will arrive on a Tu-204 provided by our government, so expect them anytime between now and next monday." He nodded at Tom, and said to him in a low voice "Thank you, I have a feeling we might need to arm the workers, so I'll arm my guards with FN FALs and M1911 pistols, because we may get a less then friendly reception."

Tom whispered back,"I believe that we shouldn't arm our workers.We should give the people a chance to prove them selfs that they will not cause violence and attack our workers and our workers must pove them selfs to respect the people of this town.Tom drank some more brandy.

"Vetalia's primary aid was in urban and infrastructure reconstruction, so our engineers and equipment are designed for the heavy work of rebuilding damaged urban areas. We will be able to provide around 5,000 engineers, 1,200 contractors, and around 300 architects for reconstruction around the country. We would be especially interested in rebuilding Hataropolis, seeing as how it is the capitol and would be heartening for national morale for it to be restored.

In regard to workers, we will take whatever you can get and bring in our own labor for whatever can't be met domestically. Ideally, we want this work done by the people of Hataria since it is their nation and would build confidence in their future."

He continued.

"As soon as this meeting is adjourned, our crews and supplies will begin unloading, and we will begin discussing plans for urban planning in the reconstructed city. We could have the first scaffolding up in a week or two and tower cranes in a month once we've got some large-scale plans."

Adm.Arnold whispered back to Tom, "I know, of course I respect with your division, but some of Hataroplis is still filled with looters, and thus I have assigned them to the most dangerous part of the city, and thus need to be armed at all times." Aloud he stood up and said "I applaud Vatalia's actions, the sooner Hataria's rebuilt, the sooner we can pull out of Hataria, this is a good plan, and I suggest doing the same for my workers."

Ayatekov overheard their whisper (hearing enhancement was all the rage these days in Vetalia) and replied. "Admiral, we agree that security will be important. The last thing we need is to lose valuable building materials and money due to looting or other crimes. If possible, we should not only use Hatarian police forces but some of our own personnel, including MPs from our defense forces, to secure areas that would be prone to these kinds of problems."

"I feel that arming our workers may be advisable as well, especially in the most dangerous areas."

Adm.Arnold nodded and said "For that reason, since my worker's will/ or might be working in the most dangerous area's, I will arm my workers, with FN FALs, and Colt 1911 pistols. I know that for the most part the Hatarian people are friendly, but you must remember that after a war and a city is in ruin's there is some that loot the important building's for money."

"Maybe it would be a good idea to send peacekeepers into the city while the workers are working on the city".Tom finnshed his glass of brandy and had anther glass.

"Our government feels that this may be a good idea. Since the blockade apparently no longer exists, we don't think there will be any opposition to us sending limited peacekeeping forces to secure parts of the city that are identified as problematic. As the economy recovers, most of these problems will fade, so it will not be a permanent deployment."

Of course, if the presence of peacekeepers in certain areas might provoke negative sentiments, we will delegate authority to local or Hatarian government authorities."

Adm.Arnold nodded and said "It's a good idea, I think that myself, I am going to still arm my workers, for they will still need it though." He sat back down, and drank his 2nd glass of Budweiser beer.

"No problem. If you're going in to the roughest areas, you're going to need all the defense you can get."

"I agree with you.Negative sentiments can happen so we need to make sure that our workers are protected fully".Tom drank another glass of brandy.

"I believe we will be able to have a definite plan soon. By tomorrow morning, our first ships will be unloading at the port and I'll send word back to Vetalia to ask the MoD for peacekeepers, or at least some reservists willing to volunteer as security personnel. Hopefully, Hatarian authorities can provide us with some information on problem areas and they can begin rebuilding their security personnel to help in the process."

"I'd also like to get the main airport repaired and reopened ASAP so we can start flying in workers and supplies. It would be much faster than ship transport and we could supply at least a squadron or two of cargo planes."

"Then my workers will go to the airport to repair it".Tom drank his brandy.

"Excellent. For now, we'll use air traffic controllers and personnel from the nations involved to staff it, but we should be able to recruit some ATCs to train Hatarian personnel in the use of our new intelligent air traffic control system.

By the time it's fully operational they'll be more than ready to handle the influx of traffic to the airport, and we can hand over full operation to them in a couple of years at most."

"Ok,they will come in tomorrow to repair the airport'.Tom drank another glass of brandy and waited for another naswer.

“Okay, both of what you all have said will work for me.” said Sir Daniels. “The rebuilding of Hataropolis would raise the hopes of the Hatarians. As you three start in Hataropolis and the airport, I’ll have the Dominionites move to the other cities and start the rebuilding there.”

"Indeed, the rebuilding of the former capital would give the Hatarians a sense of renewal and hope," Flavius nodded.

"And, seeing that it's what I do best..." Treasury Seceretary Wally Shortclaw spoke up for the first time in a while, since the other delegates were covering ground so well. "...I'd like to work with my Hatarian counterparts to assess the costs of all this, for all projects involved across the country, and thus make what payment arrangments work within the aid framework; or even perhaps to make changes to the aid framework to accommodate necessary expenses." This would be tricky, but nonetheless aid programs were expensive. Even for nations as relatively-wealthy and generous as Wagdog...

"Excellent. I will give the ships the order to begin unloading and setting up our reconstruction facilities. By the end of the week, we will be fully operational, and we'll get to work rebuilding from day one.

I'm proud to announce the first truckload of rubble will be removed tomorrow afternoon at our first main construction site, the area around the city's port."

“Okay, so this is the current plan, which can be added on to, if need. We start by rebuilding Hataropolis and the airports here and other cities. Fix the ports, so we can bring in more stuff to fix everything. One of my men and one of milord’s men will talk with the nomads tribes to get oil.” said Sir Daniels. He paused to take a drink of water. “We’ll trade them fur, whale meat, but not weapons. As al of that is going on, Stone’s Nation Cleaners, which has been used in Ceyolia, Kologk, Clandonia Prime’s old land, and other land, will move out to do the cleaning up before rebuilding can start.”

He looked around the table. “That should be a good start. We can add on to it when we think of something else, but we need to see how much money was donated or offered as loans. To see how much money we have to use .” he said.

Ayatekov pulled out his PDA and pushed a button. At the front of the device, a holographic image was projected showing charts and data for the Vetalian contribution to the rebuilding effort.

$600 billion in humanitarian aid supplies and grants immediately

$1.7 trillion in low-interest economic development loans over the next 5 years with repayment starting 5 years after disbursement.

$2.2 trillion in standard economic development loans over the next 10 years, with repayment starting 2 years after all of the loans have been disbursed at 7% interest.

"So, we've provided $600 billion immediately and another $3.9 trillion over the next 5-10 years; that comes to roughly $990 billion in the first year and about $390 billion each year afterwards."

He pushed a button. Now the screen showed the port, where the first Vetalian supply ships, each one embossed with their grey and black seal, began unloading crates of equipment and barrels of oil and fuel. Jeeps and cargo trucks zipped around the port area, and onboard cranes began to unload heavy vehicles and construction equipment. Interestingly, propaganda had also started to go up in the area, saying things like "Hataropolis rebuilt with help from Vetalia"...Vetalians always come prepared.

"Unloading has begun at our first construction site"

Hataropoils was a City of Ruins, The Radioactivy of The Bombs was gone, But this reminded The Hatarians of who was The real cause for The end of The Empire. It was Questers who destroyed Hataropoils, Who Indiectly Put Neherenia on The Throne and brought the end of Serena's Empire.

The only thing left standing was The Sliver Statue of Empress Serena The Great. over 4,000 Feet tall, The Statue was in fact Larger then Neherenia's Statue in Tangalee and unlike Neherenia's Statue, it was still in one piece.

this City would rise again from The ashes of The Terror of Questers Attack. Now Hataropoils will be The Center of The Hatarian Empire once again.

Adm.Arnold stood up and said "Our worker crews have just arrived in the Hatarian capital, and as of this moment are helping to rebuild, and so far, even though they are in the most dangerous part of the city no signs of violence so far. But, they are armed just in case of looters."

"Workers are now at the Airport re-building right now".Tom drank his brandy and waited.

Sir Daniels looked over what the Vetalian has donated and will loan to the Second Empire. He seat there, thinking about the numbers. After thinking about a minute, he looked over at the Count. They stared at each other for a little bit before the Count gave a thumbs up to Mason.

Sir Daniels looked back around the table. “The Vetalian contribution will work for the United Dominion’s contribution to the Second Empire of Hataria.” he said.

Jason, the man in black, lends forwards, closer to the table. “There were a number of companies that could have been picked to aid in the rebuilding of Hataria, but we can’t use them all. Y’all already know about Stone’s Nation Cleaners, but they will be more.” said the Count, taking a pause. “Wolf Night Skyscrapers, which know how to build more then just skyscrapers, will aid in the rebuilding of the cities damaged during the royal civil war. Tec Twelve Railroads, will aid in modernizing the Hatarian railroads.”

“Green Dome, to create bio-diesel plants and refineries within Hataria. They could set up other Earth friendly things, too. And it looks like Honey Pot Furs will be need, too.” he said. “Black Heart’s Meats, for whale meat and etc. I think that is all of them.”

The funny thing is within the Count’s mind, the money signs were popping up. The Count was going to make a lot of money of this rebuild. That greedy dog owns Timber Wolf Incorporated, which each of those companies are part of. Maybe that is why the Count is doing this.

Sir Daniels looked over what the Vetalian has donated and will loan to the Second Empire. He seat there, thinking about the numbers. After thinking about a minute, he looked over at the Count. They stared at each other for a little bit before the Count gave a thumbs up to Mason.

Sir Daniels looked back around the table. “The Vetalian contribution will work for the United Dominion’s contribution to the Second Empire of Hataria.” he said.

Jason, the man in black, lends forwards, closer to the table. “There were a number of companies that could have been picked to aid in the rebuilding of Hataria, but we can’t use them all. Y’all already know about Stone’s Nation Cleaners, but they will be more.” said the Count, taking a pause. “Wolf Night Skyscrapers, which know how to build more then just skyscrapers, will aid in the rebuilding of the cities damaged during the royal civil war. Tec Twelve Railroads, will aid in modernizing the Hatarian railroads.”

“Green Dome, to create bio-diesel plants and refineries within Hataria. They could set up other Earth friendly things, too. And it looks like Honey Pot Furs will be need, too.” he said. “Black Heart’s Meats, for whale meat and etc. I think that is all of them.”

The funny thing is within the Count’s mind, the money signs were popping up. The Count was going to make a lot of money of this rebuild. That greedy dog owns Timber Wolf Incorporated, which each of those companies are part of. Maybe that is why the Count is doing this.

Asuka was also Seeing Dollar Signs. She, other then Being Grand General was CEO of HatarOil. She soon started talking to The Count. "Well, Since We are Allies now, how about that not only Your Nation's companies come to Hataria, but Hatarian companies come to other Nations, and start jobs." She said, "HatarOil and RAGI Inc can come to The Nations of the UFAN and DC"

“I don’t know about them setting up within the United Dominion. What companies are still out there are very close to being assimilated within Timber Wolf Incorporated.” said the Count. He looked over at her and smiled. “A long African diamond company as turn into the largest joint company in the United Dominion.”

“But that doesn’t mean HatarOil and RAGI Inc can’t set up shop in the other Commonwealth state.” he said. “Or I could just buy them both to make them part of the Timber Wolf family.”

Adm.Arnold's radio that connected him to the head of the worker crew, clicked and a voice said "First Hatarian bandit's seen, about 4 of them, however they are being quickly dispatched by 2 of our best shot's with FAL's. They're dead now, and we've just found some loot in their pocket's over." Jack responded "Roger, I'll pick up the loot personally, and find it's owner, thank's Eagle." Adm.Jack Arnold looked grim and said "See, Vetalia and I were right to arm the worker's, imagine what would've happened had no amred worker's or guards been there, and just regular workers....."

Adm.Arnold's radio that connected him to the head of the worker crew, clicked and a voice said "First Hatarian bandit's seen, about 4 of them, however they are being quickly dispatched by 2 of our best shot's with FAL's. They're dead now, and we've just found some loot in their pocket's over." Jack responded "Roger, I'll pick up the loot personally, and find it's owner, thank's Eagle." Adm.Jack Arnold looked grim and said "See, Vetalia and I were right to arm the worker's, imagine what would've happened had no amred worker's or guards been there, and just regular workers....."

Unknown to The workers, The 'bandits' were hired by someone, and those someones were watching the workers.

The HatarCong.

Known Better as the Hatarian People's Communist Party, they were Terrorists that have only one Goal, Overthrow The Hatarian Governmet and set up a Communist Governmet to rule Hataria.

they were also in The Former Hatarian Colonies now trying to take over The New Rulers of the colonies. with The DC now helpping Hataria, it was driveing them nuts.

The Hatarian Army and Air Force till The Fall of The Imperial Republic had kept them from trying anything big, but the Pact of Iron had caused those two Military Branches to be weeken and now the HatarCong were back in action............almost

The Tribes were still a danger to the Communists and they were now Armed with Modern Weapons. The HatarCong were soon planning a large attack, The Guards at Hataropoils were Armed and it was The weapons the Cong wanted.

All they had to do was wait.

The docks of Hataria were abuzz with activity, with workers moving huge quantities of equipment to the various staging grounds where it was being trucked off to the first major sites around the area. The first month's goal was to restore the damaged warehouses and docks so that they could be used to unload and store surplus equipment without having to keep it on ship, where it ate in to the available cargo space. They could easily service three times as many ships if these facilities were repaired.

The first scaffolding was up at the docks, and truckloads of rubble were being driven out to places around the city to recover useful building materials. Vetalian engineers worked to repair and rebuild unloading cranes and concrete blocks were dropped in to the water to provide support for rebuilt docks. Hundreds of Hatarian workers labored at these sites, cleaning away mortar from bricks and collecting rebar from concrete, while others laid bricks and welded beams. Anyone with engineering or construction experience was put to work on more complicated projects like HVAC and electricity wiring, while others worked the cranes that were lifting out rubble and tearing down ruined structures.

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"I've heard of trouble in several of the more dangerous areas. It was a wise idea to arm our workers, since any losses will make it difficult for us to keep up reconstruction work, to say nothing of recruiting new replacements."

"Nonetheless, things are going well. We've started rebuilding the damaged warehouses and docks in our zone and it appears that the Vetalian government has given its approval to dispatch troops to help defend our construction projects. Two divisions of our armed forces will be deployed as peacekeepers, provided Hataria approves their entry." Ayatekov drank a glass of iced tea brought on one of the cargo ships to supply their delegation.

Meanwhile, the first part of the clean up off the nation was underway. Black dump trucks, which had Stone’s Nation Cleaners in large white letter, we moving out of the current capital’s dock in massive convoys. Following them were semi-trucks carrying different types of clean up vehicles like bulldozers, back hoes, and other vehicles. Like the dump trucks, the other vehicles were black and had the white lettering that said ‘Stone’s Nation Cleaners’

This Dominionites weren’t unarmed, they had a mix of assault rifles (Metasabre assault rifle (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Metasabre.jpg)) to shotguns (Desert Sigma shotgun (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DesertSigma.jpg) & Master Snake shotgun (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/MasterSnake.jpg)) to submachine guns (Devil Arms sub-machine gun (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DevilArms.jpg). Each one had a Kali Tau pistol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KaliTau.jpg) or Covert Dragon revolver (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/CovertDragon.jpg). Some even carried Black Dragon Bowies (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BlackDragonBowie.jpg) and the Snake (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TheSnake.jpg). If they were attacked, it would be by some dumb people.

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“I could always order some Naval marines out of our ships to the land to guard the workers until the peacekeeper are here.” said the Count.

"Well, given that the Praetor and his, ahem, 'wife' will be attending the ball the Hatarians are throwing, we will have this place swarming with security. Not to mention the crews will be working double shifts to make sure everything goes exactly as planned."

"Construction's still going very well. We're going to have the first tower cranes go up near the outskirts of the docks. They're going to put up some prefabricated apartments and help rebuild some of the other taller buildings in the area. These things aren't pretty, but they've got plumbing, heat, AC, water, and everything else and will help bring the housing shortage under control. Once Hataria's back on its feet, they can replace them with something better; it worked well in Vetalia in the 50's and 60's after the Revolution, and it should work even better here."

He paused. "I think the first proposals for a new development in our area will be delivered in a few weeks. They want to build a memorial avenue and name it Ryzhkov Prospekt after our former Praetor, who personally started this project."

"Also, any word on the oil situation? We've got our sites chosen for the new refinery, and all we'd need is a guarantee that the facility will get its 750,000 bpd of crude oil and we're set. The pipeline and the facility will go up in no more than a couple years."

“My people haven’t got here to start the talks with the tribes.” said the Count. “The talks aren’t over, right now. I only think a two to three hours have passed by.”

“My people haven’t got here to start the talks with the tribes.” said the Count. “The talks aren’t over, right now. I only think a two to three hours have passed by.”

"Four Hours." Ryu said. "and I can tell you one thing, The Asakuras are not going to give their land to you with out a fight." She pulsed. "The Asakuras are warriors and they love to battle. Their Patron Goddess is Yami-Hime, Goddess of the Night and War, so you can guess talking will be hard."

“Admiral Ryu, did you go into Neverland for the last few hours? Did you have a nice talk with Captain Hook or Peter Pan?” asked the Count looking at her. “If you didn’t, you would know that we’ll be offering them stuff like fur, food, and etc. for the use of their lands. We’ll do it with all of the tribes.”

Lt.John Barent was in the eastern side of the Hatarian captial, replacing some fallen brick's with new ones, when he heard a whizz, he jumped onto the building as the ladder collapsed, with two workers clinging to the building, Barent knew that if he didn't do something, they would die soon. He got into a safe posistion, and saw the two Hatarian bandit's that had fired, he raised the FN FAL to his shoulder and fired at the two bandit's.

Meanwhile in the Hatarian palace...
Adm.Arnold said "I've been recieving report's of Hatarian bandit's or somesort of baddies, attacking our worker's, but they have killed them everytime, with only 2 of our worker's dead, but I fear more bandit's will come. I also think they must be part of a gureilla orginization, for they appear in groups of 2-4 sometimes, and any survivor's our men report, run into the jungle. This is serious news, I think the eastern side of the city is about to get warm."

“Okay, I’m calling the marines to guard the workers. The safety of the workers, both Hatarians and foreigners, is our number one for us to deal with. Dead workers can’t work, you know.” said the Count, taking a radio from his duster. He stood up and moved towards a window.

“This is your Caesar speaking, I want marines on the land in Hataropolis ASAP. We have bandits, which could be those HatarCong, in the city. They’re armed and dangerous. Place some UAVS in the air, too because Hataropolis should only have workers in it.” he ordered in the black radio.

He spun back as “Yes, milord. Marines on there way.” could be heard. “I’m happy you placed your nation in the Dominion Commonwealth because I don’t have to go through the normal channels to land soldiers. Hatarian soil is classified as Dominion soil.” he said, looking at the young Hatarian Emperor.

Meanwhile, on the United Dominion Navy fleet, marines, in blue Transylvanian body armor, Mod. III, were boarding all gray H-92 Superhawk transport helicopters with Dominion markings . A number of these marines were armed with Metal Griffin assault rifle (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/MetalGriffin.jpg), a few armed with Liowolf machine gun (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Liowolf.jpg) and Maxeighteen sniper rifle (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Maxeighteen.jpg) and a few of them were carrying Sturmwolf rocket launcher (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Sturmwolf.jpg), but all of them had Burning Fox pistol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BurnFox.jpg), cambered for .45 ACP, and Wild Tiger Commando Knives (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/WildTigerCommandoKnife.jpg).

Fifteen minutes are the order was sent, there were five hundred United Dominion Naval Marines in Hataropolis, protecting the workers from attacks. They have formed defensive barriers around the work sites. UAVs were launched off of carriers to fly above the city, looking for any treats to the workers.

Lt.John Berent saw that the two HatraCong's were dead, and so he helped down the worker's that were dangling from the building, and he set to work more cautious, and he knew that the Dominon forces would be on their way, but as a pre-caution he decided to clamber up onto the building and watch for some HataraCong. He saw none after 10 minutes, and was walking back to the ladder, when he heard a couple of shot's and whizzing, he whirlled and grabbed his FAL and saw the 4-5 HatariaCong moving towards the worker's that were entrenched behind fallen wall section's, and he opened fire with his FAL, and called on the radio, for he saw 10-15 emerge from the woods "Dominon forces, we have a sighting of 15-20 HatariaCong forces emerging from the wood's, with AK-47's, our worker's are holding them off, we're on the eastern side of the city over, the is Lt.Berent." He raised his gun and fired at the nearest HC to him killing him. Lt.Berent attempted to get to the ladder, but some smart HC shot it down, forcing Lt.Berent to stay on the roof of the building, he knew it would be a long engagment, for he knew more would come out, and try and take the armory, ah yes. He knew it know, why they were attack this side of the city, they were after the weapon's, and they would attempt to seize the armory, and he must hold it until the DC forces arrived.

British workers were now working away.The airport would almost be finnshed and planes could get into the city.British peacekeepers were guarding the airport while the workers were working.The workers would call the Prime Minister when they woulbe be finnshed and he would tell the rest of the world leaders.The wrkers would be finnshed in an hour or so but they hoped soon.They didn't get sleep all night.

Without a warning, two missiles appeared out of nowhere and flew towards the HatarCong. Really that didn’t appeared out of nowhere. They came from a passing MQ-1 Predator, an unmanned aerial vehicle, that its controller locked on to the HatarCong gunmen with both of the UAV’s missiles.

Even if it didn’t take them all out, it would force them to retreat back as another Predator locked on. Two more missiles were fired. The HatarCong wouldn’t be see their attackers until the missiles were fired and couldn’t even fight back. They would be fighting a loosing battle.

About twenty United Dominion Naval Marines have appeared at Lt. John Berent’s position and started to push those remaining Hatarcong back with their assault rifles and machine guns. These marines would looked like the only military force in the are in their body armor.

OOC: C’stan, place some spaces in your post. They are a little hard to read. Please allow Hat to role-play his people. Okay?

OOC going to airdrop the meds

An Aurum Doman special forces C130J took off. It was on its way to Hataria to begin a covert campaign against the HatarCong. They couldn't have another group competing for power and especially not a crazed Communist one.

To: Hataria
From: Aurum Domus High Command

The High General and his wife will attend the ball along with their security detail.

OOC: Okay, I'll let Hat RP his own, sorry!

The docks were abuzz with activity. In addition to the ongoing reconstruction work, which was reclaiming yet another road, group of buildings and section of the port from the ravages of war, and the forests of scaffolding and tower cranes surrounding the area, the area was swarmed with Vetalian military personnel and their equipment. Things were getting done, and the scars of war were gradually healing across the area. In fact, construction on a new oil refinery was going to be started next month, nearly two months earlier than planned thanks to significantly improving conditions. In addition to the workers, two divisions of soldiers had been dispatched to ensure the security of the reconstruction work and were arriving at that time. To make matters more interesting, the Praetor was coming to attend the Hatarian reception.

The sound of the Vetalian national anthem caused work to come to a halt. The soldiers began to clear a path as the Praetor himself drove through the area on a tour of the area with his wife, who looked strangely like a popular robotic Vetalian singer. They passed through, spoke briefly with the construction overseers, and brought a gift in honor of the celebration: 100,000 barrels of Vetalia's finest beer for the workers, free, with the best wishes of the Praetor.

Mr. Chernomyrdin knew how to win public support, even if it was costly at times.

OOC going to airdrop the meds

Ok

The Count looked down at his watch, the people in the talks had talked to themselves for maybe three or fours hours, and sighed. It was time for him to get out of dodge. He show himself as being a good ally by getting 750 million Hatarian from an area of the former Hatarian colonies. If the young Hatarian Emperor used whatever was formed for his bloodline’s old ways, the Count would Barbarossa make paid for it.

Tapping Sir Daniels on the shoulder, the Count started over to Barbarossa. Mason stood up and followed behind him, Singleton and Dash right behind him.

Standing in front of Barbarossa, the Count smiled. “I have some things to do back in the United Dominion, so I’m going take my leave. The teams of people to talk with your nomads is at the airport.” he said. “I got reports that those 750 million are in my nation and being transported to your land as we speak.”

He stepped back and Mason handed him a piece of paper. His old eyes, both sharp and eerily at the same time, scanned the paper. The Count was going to make sure that Barbarossa knew the United Dominion wasn’t going to rebuild the Hatarian army.

“Lord Governor Barbarossa, the Emperor of the second Hatarian Empire, this paper I hold is about your armed forces. To make sure your nation can’t be seen as a threat to the free world again, but to make sure your lands will not be opened to attacks, I have written up this paper.” said the Count, his voice was strong and serious. “It will be known as the Treaty of the Second Age.”

“All it really says that your armed forces will be used for defensive only. That is why your armed forces, which includes both navy and air force, will not raised out of the world numbers.” said the Count, taking a paused. “For this to work out, you will have to follow this paper. If you want to give yourself and your nation a better name, you will need to follow this paper. Do you understand?”

At this time, he hands the paper to the young Emperor.

Treaty of the Second Age

1) The Hatarian Army, Navy, and Air Force will be used for defensive actions only.

2) There will not be more then 60 million Hatarians in the whole Hatarian Military.

3) The Hatarian Military will not have any weapons classified as Weapons of Mass Destruction, which is NBC weapons and weapons satellites to launch ‘Rods of Gods‘.
Until the Lord Marshall clears the Hatarian Military to get those weapons.

4) The Hatarian Air Force will not have long range bombers because those aren’t used for defensive actions. Fighter-bombers can be used for defensive actions.

5) This treaty can be added on to at any time.

6) This treaty can only be called off by the Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth.

Signed,
Caesar Jason Scotus Lupus
The Emperor of the United Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

Co-Signed,
Lord Bennet du Paris
The Chairman of the United Senate

Co-Signed,
Sir Mason Daniels
The Secretary of Diplomacy of the United Dominion

Sir Daniels, Singleton and Dash passed out other copies for the quests at the table to read over. The Count just put his foot down with this treaty to test Barbarossa and make sure the Hatarians weren’t a threat to anybody again. If it took a hundred years to better their nation then the Count would try those hundred years.

"We agree with this treaty, but we feel that the Hatarian nation should be allowed to deploy some strategic weapons in order to protect themselves against any potential strikes from their enemies. If the blockade showed anything, it's that some nations still have hostilities against Hataria that border on genocidal in their intensity.

We propose they be allowed to deploy no more than 500 to 1,000 strategic ICBMs and no more than 2,000 tactical nuclear weapons. These totals are low for a nation of their size, but we feel that they need to have the power to defend themselves if a nation comes along with the intent to destroy them."

“The answer is no. If somebody uses a nuclear weapons or other Weapons of Mass Destruction, it will be the United Dominion. Ask those Commonwealth members in this room, whom do they have to ask to use their Weapons of Mass Destruction?” said the Count. “There isn’t a reason to have Weapons of Mass Destruction when they would ask for my permission. If somebody used them against the Second Empire, it will be their nation’s death. The Second Empire doesn’t need to worry about ICBMs.”

“The United Dominion is going to set up a missile defense system to take down ICBMs and other large missiles. And set up a anti-air system to take down enemy bombers.” said Sir Daniels.

"Very well, but we still feel that Hataria should be allowed to deploy some kind of international force projection. Keeping it weak may end up having negative consequences in addition to the positive effect of preventing them from waging another aggressive war."

“You know this treaty isn’t going to last for a hundred years. Right now, the Hatarian people are need in the rebuilding of the nation. Sixty million isn’t a weak number, it is high enough to act as a military.” said the Count, looking over at the Vetalian. “If somebody wants these lands, I have a feeling that they have a lot of Hatarians to fight for every inch of land. And then there is the United Dominion and her Commonwealth.”

“If some tin pot dickhead wants the Hatarian homeland, they have to deal with me!” he said. He even growled at the end.

“I think you understand, now. Right?” asked the Count with a smile.

"Y-yes, the Dominion Commonwealth would be quite a fearsome adversary. I imagine Hataria will not be threatened as long as they are members of the organization. And we know what your nation can do if it needs to take action." Ayatekov was somewhat flustered by the Count and struggled to avoid showing it. He fumbled briefly with his cufflinks before falling still again.

"Besides, the Hatarian economy could hardly afford military expenditures on a scale for international force projection. They're still in ruins, and more than a few nations still have their forces pointed at their cities. It will be at least 10 years before their economy reaches pre-war levels, even with our help."

The plane landed and the 25 men disembarked. They hurriedly boarded APC's and went off to meet with the allies for debriefing. After that they would disappear into the underworld in order to better hunt the HatarCong.

“You’re correct about their economy. Even in ten years, they will not have the money to upkeep on strategic ICBMs or tactical nuclear weapons. It will be a waste of money.” said the Count, listening to Ayatekov’s heart. You can’t really hide anything from a vampire. “And I know that there are nations still have their forces pointed at their cities. That is where is we come in the play. All of us in this room will want to keep the workers safe, so we’re deploying peacekeepers to protect Hataria”

“It will take us in protecting these land from those dickheads that hate the Hatarian people because of their old rulers. The Treaty of the Second Age will make sure that the Hatarians will focus on peaceful things then war like actions.” he adds.

Lt.John Berent saw 10 more HataraCong emerge, and he found a good spot to take cover, he called on the radio to the Aurum Domus troops, and told them his and his men location and said, "We have a Code Red situation, my armed worker's are engaging the HC right know, I am too, (* a shot wizzing past him) and we need 10 more re-enforcement's. Over and out!"

In the Palace..
Adm.Arnold said "I am going to retire for the night gentlemen, do you have any guest rooms Barbarossa?"

The ten HatarCong were dropped hard before they could be counted as threaten. The first two were hit in the head by United Dominion Naval Marine, the wounds right in the middle of their eyes. The two snipers smiled as their bullets hit their targets. Following that were ten marines unleashing hell with their Liowolf machine guns in the nearest HatarCong.

The snipers fired on the last two and dropped them like the others. More marines, twelve, turned and join in the fun with their Metal Griffin assault rifles. All and all, the Hatarian were running into trouble by attacking the workers.

The United Dominion Naval Marine were bettered armed, better equipped , and better lead then the HatarCong. There was even a rumor that they were be a hunt within Hataraii and it was open season on HatarCong.

a C-5A Galaxy and its Fighter escort flys over the coastline heading to a dropzone to drop off it's cargo

Lt.Berent realized it was over, and that he had no way to get down from his posistion so he said to the nearest Translyvanian Marine "Hullo, could you get a ladder, so I can climb down please, I've been up here for 1 hour and a half fighting the HataraCong."

At the drop zone was twenty United Dominion Naval Marines to transport the medicines to the airport or port, which ever was the safest, in five ton trucks.

The Marine only stared at Lt. Berent with the lifeless lens of his helmet, his rifle resting his in his arm. Meanwhile, two workers were setting up a ladder for Lt. Berent to climb down. Another Marine, which had the Captain rank on his right arm, walked over to the first one. They started at each other before the other one moved off.

The Captain Marine took his helmet off, to show his face. He had short salt and pepper hair with a matching goatee, but his youthful features didn‘t match his old like hair. The man had gray eyes, which were cold and lifeless in nature. “Forgive my man, he didn’t know why you just asked for help to get down. I’m Captain Bartholomew Forrest of the United Dominion Naval Marines, we're here until the peacekeepers arrive.” said the Captain in a deep European accent.

Lt.Berent said "Hello Mr.Forrester, the reason why I didn't join in at the end, is because my trusty FN FAL ran out of ammo, I think whoever decided to arm the worker's it's a good idea." Lt.Berent climbed down the ladder and then said to Cap.Forrest "If we search the dead HatraCong, we might find who's leading this band, and thus capture him and bring him to trial. Thanks, guys." HE said this last to the people who had brought the ladder.

“It’s Captain Forrest, not Mr. Forrester.” said the Captain with a sighed. He walked over to the bottom of the ladder and stood by the side. “What’s your name and rank, sir?”

Lt.John Berent said "Sorry, my brain's been adled from staying out in the sun for so long, I am John Berent, Lieuteneit in the Calizorinstani Marine Corps, I was sent here to guard the worker's, and to teach them how to defend themselves if needed. How do you do Captain Forrest." He extended his hand for a handshake.

Tangalee, Hataria

So far, everything was going good, The HatarCong was not going to try a attack on The workers and a Ball was being held.

The Hatarian Empire was back in action.........this time not going to invade anyone with out reason should a war start.

Condeming Clandonia's Invasion was Barbarossa II's Greatest act, Clandonia was not to even think of trying to Declare War on Hataria because it was not surporting it's Imperialistic ways.

But all in All, All was peaceful.

“Not liking being on land.” said the Captain. He sighed about it. “I love being on the water and I hope the United Dominion’s peacekeeper forces get here soon. I’ll get back on my boat and everything will be okay.”

Ayatekov passed tables of economic statistics and construction reports to the Hatarian officials. "We are pleased to announce that Hatarian economic output will increase by 9.2% this year and likely above 10% next year given the projected completion of the projects we are currently working on. Unemployment has fallen already from around 32% to only a little over 25% in just over six months, with a target of only 15% by next year." He paused to drink water.

"Shortages of energy and raw materials are still a problem, but by and large it has only slightly slowed our goals of repairing infrastructure and reviving the economy. We've eliminated power cuts in the capitol and other major cities for most of the year, but rural areas are still suffering.

"The new refinery outside of Hataropolis will be operational in eight months, and we just broke ground on another near Tagnalee. That 750,000 bpd of oil refining will take care of most of our fuel issues as well as help revive the local oil industry." Shares of Lukov Oil and HatarOil were soaring due to the potential for massive profits in Hataria, and Ayatekov himself was a very happy man because of it.

"We'll probably be able to build housing for over 400,000 Hatarian citizens this year and easily 1 million in the next with a goal of totally eliminating the problem in a decade. If things go according to trend, housing problems will be taken care of in a shorter time, maybe 7-8 years; it won't necessarily be luxurious, but everyone will have roofs over their heads and the Hatarian builders will be able to start constructing better replacements."

Ayatekov passed tables of economic statistics and construction reports to the Hatarian officials. "We are pleased to announce that Hatarian economic output will increase by 9.2% this year and likely above 10% next year given the projected completion of the projects we are currently working on. Unemployment has fallen already from around 32% to only a little over 25% in just over six months, with a target of only 15% by next year." He paused to drink water.

"Shortages of energy and raw materials are still a problem, but by and large it has only slightly slowed our goals of repairing infrastructure and reviving the economy. We've eliminated power cuts in the capitol and other major cities for most of the year, but rural areas are still suffering.

"The new refinery outside of Hataropolis will be operational in eight months, and we just broke ground on another near Tagnalee. That 750,000 bpd of oil refining will take care of most of our fuel issues as well as help revive the local oil industry." Shares of Lukov Oil and HatarOil were soaring due to the potential for massive profits in Hataria, and Ayatekov himself was a very happy man because of it.

"We'll probably be able to build housing for over 400,000 Hatarian citizens this year and easily 1 million in the next with a goal of totally eliminating the problem in a decade. If things go according to trend, housing problems will be taken care of in a shorter time, maybe 7-8 years; it won't necessarily be luxurious, but everyone will have roofs over their heads and the Hatarian builders will be able to start constructing better replacements."
Taking note of Ayatekov's projections, and enjoying them actually since they were a far better sight than Hataria had been facing at the start of the Second Empire, nonetheless Wagdoggie Treasury Secretary Wally Shortclaw had to do his part in the reason they called Economics 'the Dismal Science.' He spoke up with his questions which had actually been some time in waiting until now...

"And what is the Hatarians' opinion of their financial needs to pay for this progress; specicfically, in terms of adjustments to our loan schedules that these efforts and unforeseen complications therein may arise? We are of course flexible; that is the point, we need to know what they want to spend and when before I can fully detail the loan schedules aside from raw numbers per year."

"Also," Secretary Shortclaw continued. "I would like to speak with the Imperial Minister of Finance, or whomever else His Imperial Majesty would deem competent, to gain a better overall sense of just what Hatarian spending priorities are right now. Simply, where do they want most of the aid to go right now?" It wouldn't do to pour money into rebuilding too much of a defensive and security force if food transportation was a problem for soldier and civilian alike after all, as but one example Secretary Shortclaw could easily bring to mind at the snap of a finger...