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The Noble Enemy Anti-Indignity Treaty Organization, or NEATO will now hold its first ever conference. This organization, which is not an alliance, will be formed in order to put a stop to some of the preventable brutalities in warfare. The points of the actual treaty will be discussed and determined at this conference. By signing the treaty, nations will agree to conduct warfare in an honorable and dignified manner.

Treaty components up for review:
Ships of war, military aircraft, and vehicles will be visually marked in someway identifying the nation that it is from. Military personnel shall wear uniforms or identifying marks of some kind. (does not include paramilitary forces)

Biological weapons based on communicable diseases will not be stockpiled or used at all. No biological weapons will be permitted to be used to poison civilian food supplies.

Prisoners of war will not be executed after they have been taken prisoner.( No provision addressing the shooting of surrendering troops)

Intentionally destroying life rafts that have been launched from a burning or sinking warship is prohibited.

IMF/Red Globe vehicles, personnel and buildings will not be targeted or attacked under any circumstances. (International Medical Federation, lead by Jarridia and ViZon)

Expected to attend:
Colony West
Cookesland
Corbournne
New Brittonia
Pan-Arab Barronia
The Phoenix Milita
Uphaus
Vetalia

Please send your representative(s) to Navira International Airport, TPM where Field Marshall Seville will be eagerly awaiting your arrival.

Field Marshall Seville took one last look at the chamber that had just been prepared for the NEATO meeting, and turned to walk back to his waiting limo. He would meet as many foreign representatives as he could, as they landed at Navira International Airport. The Phoenix Milita's navy was out in full force, but the Air force and Army was keeping a low profile. Most of the security was contracted out to Phoenix Dynamix Security Division, who were experts at keeping a low profile. Food trucks were dropping off the supplies for the grand buffet that would be served for dinner after the signing and gardeners were making last minute preparations to the grounds in front of the building that the meeting would be held in, and along the route the motorcades would take from the airport. At least five nations were expected to send representatives, but last minute guests were expected as well.


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Seville listened carefully as an aide whispered the names of the nations that had just informed the government that they are interested in the treaty. He marked them off on a list he had written out on his PDA. The conference, which would finalize the details and wording of the actual treaty document would begin soon.

Deputy Prime Minister of New Brittonia Mohammed Javaid was at the airport. He came here not to make alliances but to prove that war must be treated fairly. New Brittonia was a neutral nation, a non-belligerent, so that was his reason. If war happens, then these rules must be followed. Javaid waited for the man as he bought a Diet Mountain Dew from a vending machine.

Field Marshall Seville hopped into a J-Jeep that had been modified to drive on the tiled floors of the airport, and went over to meet the Deputy Prime Minister. He hopped out and went over to introduce himself.
"Greetings and welcome to beautiful Navira, tropical paradise of The Phoenix Milita. I am Field Marshall Maximus Seville the second, leader of this fine nation and it is an honor to meet you." he said extending his hand.

Field Marshall Seville hopped into a J-Jeep that had been modified to drive on the tiled floors of the airport, and went over to meet the Deputy Prime Minister. He hopped out and went over to introduce himself.
"Greetings and welcome to beautiful Navira, tropical paradise of The Phoenix Milita. I am Field Marshall Maximus Seville the second, leader of this fine nation and it is an honor to meet you." he said extending his hand.

"Hello, sir.", Javaid said, "Well, what's all the lokd up? Let's roll!"

His Majesty the Vice President Lewis ((first cousin to "President" Lewis)) steps down from his blue and gold private jet onto the tiled airport floor. Startled to see a Jeep driving across the airport he felt he truly was in the right place. Who else would drive a jeep across the floor of an airport than the lease of Phoenix Militia. He began to make his way toward where the jeep had stopped by a man Lewis did not recognize, accompanied by his security detail.

"These fine gentlemen will escort you to the hall where the conference will be held, please follow them. I'll be joining you in a little while but I have a few things to take care of first". the Field Marshall said while climbing back into the J-Jeep and motioning towards some members of the diplomatic corps who were standing by to bring the representatives to the chambers.

Field Marshall Seville revved the engine and started towards an approaching group. Once he realized it was a government official, he slipped into neutral and rolled the J-Jeep slowly towards Vice President Lewis. When he go about 10 feet away, he came to a stop put it in park. Seville hopped out and made his way over to welcome the Vice President and give the introduction as he had a moment earlier.

"Ah, Navira is beautiful as ever Field Marshall Seville" said the Vice President, giving the customary bow "I remember it from my younger days when I could visit places around the world without an escort of security, but alas freedom for my country has meant a little less for me!" Lewis chuckled, then he cut himself off short. "Im sorry, where are my manners?" The Vice President extended his hand as he had only just remembered that this was the strange custom the Phoenix Militia used to greet one another. Though many countries he had visited used the handshake, it was still odd for Lewis to use as a greeting, as in his country it symbolized a bond of trust or an agreement. "I am Vice President Lewis of Colony West."

[IC post coming tomorrow. It's late here and I need to go to bed unfortunately.]

The HSST whined as it shut down, stairs at the ready to allow it's occupants to exit. On board was Chancelloress Santina Verona-Barron, and Chair of CDAW General Conrad Strom.

Having seen Christine Friedrich off not two days previous, they had rushed to be ready for this conflict. Shivering in the wind that blew across the tarmac, they awaited the man that was to greet them...

Field Marshall Seville excused himself and passed off the Vice President to a group of aides. He got a text message indicating another delegation was waiting for him on the tarmac. He climbed into his J-Jeep and took off down a corridor, turned right and went through a terminal. The terminal had a ramp which dropped down, and he drove right onto the tarmac and over to the plane that had come from Pan-Arab Barronia. He thought he saw one of them shiver, which was strange since it was a sunny day and 88 degrees F... probably a few degrees warmer on the black runway... He came to a stop and hopped out, most his entourage remained seated in the back of the J-Jeep, but his right hand man and body guard stepped out beside him.
"Welcome to Navira and The Phoenix Milita. I am Field Marshall Maximus Seville II, leader of The Phoenix Milita and host of this conference. "

The Corbournnian Airways jet landed softly on the steamy runway, gliding to a stop as it approached the rear end of the HSST. Stepping off the extended stairway was Field Marshal Benjamin Shockey himself, dressed in his customary uniform adorned with military decorations. He was not usually one to travel to far-off lands and foreign destinations, but he had been ordered to go due to his rank, which corresponded with the leader of The Phoenix Militia's.

Duxapudaequus Giffin arrived in his helicopter at the airport. Not having arrived at the tarmac with the rest he expected that he might not get the chance to meet the Field Marshall before the conference, but that was alright as he already knew the way to the conference center they would be using. He stepped out of the helicopter and into the waiting dark blue Phoenix Slimline Sedan he had rented from a local Phoenix Dynamix Motors dealership. He got into the passenger seat with one security agent driving and two more in the back seat and with his chief of staff and two more security agents following in another sedan, this one red.

Then they arrived and entered the chamber.

The Azure, Yellow, and White Cookeslandic jet carrying President Alan Foxswift landed on Navira International's tarmac rather smoothly. The President walked down the steps on to the tarmac a little shakily saying "ugh I hate flying..". The secret service followed him as he went to where the other members of the delegation were waiting.

Field Marshall Seville excused himself and passed off the Vice President to a group of aides. He got a text message indicating another delegation was waiting for him on the tarmac. He climbed into his J-Jeep and took off down a corridor, turned right and went through a terminal. The terminal had a ramp which dropped down, and he drove right onto the tarmac and over to the plane that had come from Pan-Arab Barronia. He thought he saw one of them shiver, which was strange since it was a sunny day and 88 degrees F... probably a few degrees warmer on the black runway... He came to a stop and hopped out, most his entourage remained seated in the back of the J-Jeep, but his right hand man and body guard stepped out beside him.
"Welcome to Navira and The Phoenix Milita. I am Field Marshall Maximus Seville II, leader of The Phoenix Milita and host of this conference. "

"A Field Marshall, you say? Unusual title for a leader, is it not?" Santina looked puzzled. "No matter. And where are my manners? Santina Verona-Barron, Chancelloress of Pan-Arab Barronia. This is the Chairman for the Council for Defence and Warfare, General Conrad Strom. A pleasure to meet you. It's certainly good to see a treaty which allow us more...civilised nations to take war to a proper and dignified level. At any rate, I'd rather be in a warmer atmosphere...it's hotter back in Barronia, and the HSST is kept relatively warm for us."

Field Marshall Seville introduced himself to Field Marshal Benjamin Shockey and exchanged pleasantires for a few moments before passing him off to a high ranking aide. The airport scene was getting hectic as more diplomats were arriving. He tried to make his way over to Giffin's party, but watched with puzzlement as the Uphaus representative ducked into a vehicle. Seville continued on to meet with President Alan Foxswift, and introduced himself again. It was all very trying for the Field Marshall, who never liked international meetings in the first place. He was looking forward to starting the conference.

"Well, it is ironic, New Brittonia is a neutral nation, and yet we are signing a war treaty. Oh, how times have changed.", Javaid said.

Field Marshall Seville II saw that it was time to move into the conference room and so left his J-Jeep for an armored limo and proceeded in a small motorcade down the beautifully landscaped path leading to the conference center. The federal police were out in full force, keeping protesters from view, so it all seemed peaceful , a perfect day for a treaty. Once his motorcade arrived, Seville hopped out to a small smattering of government approved news reporters, who snapped photos and shouted for the Field Marshall to give good poses. The Field Marshall smiled once and then rushed up the steps into the air conditioned building, his entourage close behind him. Hors d'oeuvres and drinks would be served in the grand lobby before they would move into the chamber and get down to the business of signing the treaty. The Field Marshall sampled a few hors d'oeuvres and wandered around to make sure that everyone was getting in ok.

"Wow, a wonderful building. Lovely architecture..."

"Shush Conrad; we're not here to admire the buildings, lovely as they may be."

The Chancelloress and the General had finished answering to the few questions the press had, one of which being "who are you?" Barronia not being particularly outspoken in world politics, it allowed for a very quiet Foreign Affairs ministry.

Waiting for the conference to begin, they waited in the entrance, growing more accustomed to the warmth of the day.

Field Marshal Shockey's armored limousine followed Seville's motorcade. He was not one for the press, so he just pushed his way through the crowd, keeping a straight face and not once glancing at a reporter. The central air system in the building felt good, and, as Benjamin was hungry and thirsty, he reached for some hors d'oeurves as well as an alcoholic beverage.

President Foxswift looked around at the lovely building where the conference was to take place. As his limo followed the motorcade of delegates that were going to the center. As ignored the media and various protestors as they came to the conference hall.

He was eager to start the conference as soon as possible but also wanted to better know some of his fellow world leaders. As he walked over to where the refreshments were the thoughts of the recent collapse of GASN and the apparent "new era" of world politics. "Will we the signers of NEATO influence the world to follow our example"?

"It is my greatest hope." Field Marshall Seville replied.

"Ladies and Gentlemen if you will please come with me into the chambers, we can get started soon." he said in a louder voice, opening his arms in an inviting manner.

Vice Presidnet Lesis receeded into the chambers at the behest of the Field Marhsall.

"It is my greatest hope." Field Marshall Seville replied.

"Ladies and Gentlemen if you will please come with me into the chambers, we can get started soon." he said in a louder voice, opening his arms in an inviting manner.

Field Marshal Benjamin Shockey followed Seville into the chambers, guzzling down a caffeinated beverage in an attempt to maintain his sobriety throughout the meeting.

Field Marshall Maximus Seville II didn't wait for everyone to enter the chamber but instead jogged ahead and took his seat near the back of the room. In front of him was the circular, or donut shaped table which had a low reflecting pool in the center. The reflecting pool was lit by skylights and accentuated by tropical plants and vines that climbed from the 2nd level all the way up through the skylight to the roof. He poured himself a glass of water and organized his papers as he waited for everyone to move from the lobby into the chamber.

"Wow...now that's something new" Conrad remarked as they entered the chamber."

Finding their seats, they waited quietly for the Field Marshall to begin proceedings.

President Foxswift, like the other delegates, entered the conference room and then moved to a seat. He put his briefcase down, organized his papers, and then took a sip of water. He then patiently waited for the conference to begin.

Javaid sat down, and said,
"Is there a way that I can get a drink aound here?"

Javaid sat down, and said,
"Is there a way that I can get a drink aound here?"

Taking a seat, Shockey responded, "There were drinks in the lobby."

Corbournne;12775338']Taking a seat, Shockey responded, "There were drinks in the lobby."

"Oh. . . ", Javaid said as he returned to sitting, "sorry."

This is the room they are meeting in.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v293/grunt74/NS1/conferrenceroom.jpg


Despite the fact that only New Brittonia, Corbournne, Cookesland, Pan-Arab Barronia and Colony West have RPed their entries at this point I am now assuming everyone else has entered the chamber and has sat down, so we can get on with it.
Uphaus and Vetalia you can just go with the flow or edit your earlier posts to include your entrance into the chamber.

Field Marshall Seville II pressed a button on his PDA to page the waiters to come in. They took two laps around the table and took the last call for drink orders before quietly exiting the chamber. He fiddled with his PDA for a few more moments before preparing to stand...

Field Marshall Seville II pressed a button on his PDA to page the waiters to come in. They took two laps around the table and took the last call for drink orders before quietly exiting the chamber. He fiddled with his PDA for a few more moments before preparing to stand...

Javaid said,
"Can I get a milk?"

"Sure would you like sheep, fox, goat, pig, cow or soy milk?" the waiter replied.

The Chancelloress, having missed the drinks in the foyer, was parched.

"Erm...do you have a decent Cabernet Sauvignon? We'll take two glasses, please. Thankyou."

"Certainly, Coming right up" the other waiter said as he made a little check mark on his pad and excused himself with a fruity bow.

"Can i just get a pitcher and glass of icewater, thank you," said Alan to the waiter.

The waiter put a glass and a pitcher of water which he had on his tray onto the wood of the table in front of Alan, and quickly backed out of the room to get the other drinks.

Duxapudaequus Giffin sipped his lemonade calmly, waiting for the negotiations to begin.

"Sure would you like sheep, fox, goat, pig, cow or soy milk?" the waiter replied.

Uhmmm. . . goat or cow please. And the table will need several pitchers and glasses of ice water

"Ok, coming right up" the waiter said as he pointed out the several pitchers of waters that had just been put out on the table.

bump -_-

"Ok now that everyone is comfortable lets get down to business." Seville said as he set down his drink, tapped his PDA and opened a folder.

OOC: This is all taking place on June 11, 7 days ago. Its fluid time so whatever else u have going on takes place after this conference. We are stretching 1 day's events over a few days of posting.

Duxapudaequus Giffin looks around the table waiting for someone to start the negotiations.

Field Marshall Seville II stood up and tapped his glass.
"May I have everyones attention please." he said as he pressed a button on his pda, which caused a screen to drop down and displayed a NEATO Logo.

"We are here today to spark a new era of humanity, before we begin, I would like to propose a toast to all of those that have suffered needlessly in the countless wars that have plagued the world for eons."

Marshall Zafirah Siham Rashida hurried in and had the decency to look embarrassed. Al Khamali, not being much of player on the global scene, should have been the last to have its representative make a bad first impression. When The Leader found out about her lateness, she was sure quite a few disapproving words would be sent her way. Mumbling apologies, she quickly made her way around the table and set down besides the Barronians, the only familiar faces amongst the crowd.

Marshall Zafirah Siham Rashida hurried in and had the decency to look embarrassed. Al Khamali, not being much of player on the global scene, should have been the last to have its representative make a bad first impression. When The Leader found out about her lateness, she was sure quite a few disapproving words would be sent her way. Mumbling apologies, she quickly made her way around the table and set down besides the Barronians, the only familiar faces amongst the crowd.

OOC: Al Khamali! Nice of you to join the international scene. TPM, Al Khamali is another member of The Arab League, my home region. I know it says Closed and all, but I trust you won't mind too much for a latecomer :p Otherwise, ignore away.
Khamali, you may want to look at the original treaty Here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529419)

Conrad stood. "Marshal! A pleasure to see you. It's been a while. Nice to see a Khamalian outside of the League, nonetheless. I apologise, Field Marshall. Marshall Rashida is a member of The Arab League, her home nation a strong ally of ours. I trust you won't mind a latecomer."
Together, he and Santina raised their glasses. "To those who suffered needlessly, and may they be ever remembered!"
Santina turned to Rashida, her voice low. "Nice to see you, better late than never.... I trust the Chancellor is doing well?"

ooc: I'll make this one exception.

ooc: I'll make this one exception.

OOC: You rock :D

Now that we are all here I think that we should jump right in and look over the articles of the treaty. Seville said as he pushed a button and the power point presentation displayed the first item.

Ships of war, military aircraft, and vehicles will be visually marked in someway identifying the nation that it is from. Military personnel shall wear uniforms or identifying marks of some kind.

This one is pretty self explanatory, and it is usually taken for granted but we must remember there have been cases in which nations have fought without identification, usually for devious purposes. Does anyone have anything to say about this?


OOC: I will be away for the weekend, feel free to post while I'm gone, I'll continue when I return

Marshal Rashida raised her hand with trepidation.

“We in Al Khamali have been firm supporters of this concept for centuries. We still require our regiments and companies to carry their standards into battle, and our officers still lead from the front brandishing sabres’ whilst missiles filled with more silicon than explosive fly around them. Due to a tradition of regular warfare with our neighbours we developed rules for our wars. We have fought as ladies and as gentleman in any conflict since, with our belief in honour strong enough to forge iron on.

But as my Barronian friends remember, we know the grotesque horrors of a dishonourable war with the recent Tunisiana Uprising. The Arab Bolsheviks, without uniforms, without honour, poisoned our civilians, and turned those of Barronia either to molten fat or irradiated corpses! I ask what do we do with the cowards who hide their colours and skulk in the shadows?! Should the Treaty allow us to execute them as spies? As criminals against humanity?! I think we should.”

The Marshal makes an interesting point. While I think executing enemy soldiers for not wearing marked uniforms as this specific provision calls for is ludicros to the extreme, even violating another provisional article of this treaty forbidding the execution of POWs, I believe he was talking about the specific case with the Arab Bolsheviks. Their actions were clearly terroristic, and I beleive that any terrorist, wether in uniform or not, should be exmpt from the protection afforded by the uniforms, that is they will not be considered POWs at all. As far as the uniform, Colonial troops already wear uniforms with insignia altered form those of our former Mangudai overlords. Therfore we already comply with what this provision calls for specifically.

Conrad stood.

"The Marshal makes an excellent point, as does the delegate from Colony West. Whilst the Marshal may be referring to only the Tunisiana Uprising in this scenario, I am sure that many other nations here have encountered similar problems.

As such, we second the suggestion that terrorists be excluded from the definition of "Prisoner of War", as do all captured soldiers who do not have insignia.

For uniforms, we maintain that all units have some form of insignia on their BDU, although we do not head for such antiquated methods as carrying standards into battle, ha ha."

“The treaty states that…

“Intentionally destroying life rafts that have been launched from a burning or sinking warship is prohibited.”

Can we re-write this rule so that it also covers pilots who have bailed out of their aircraft? And also, how does the matter apply if a paratrooper is stuck with his parachute caught in a tree? Should the treaty have them treated as normal combatants until they surrender? We in Khamali leave that up to the imitative of our field officers, so we cannot accurately give precedence.”

"No, I can not agree with the honourable delegate from Pan-Arab Barronia," the Vice President said, "While we are all signing this treaty and agreeing to give our soldiers unifroms and our weapons markings, it is for the purpose of ridding war of its more barbarous attrocities. As such it would be counter productive to deny soldiers treatment as POWs simply becasue their government does not issue them uniforms or insignia. As an alternative I suggest adding a provision that considers a soldier without uniform acting in a non-combat operation behind our lines or on our soil, whichever wording would best please the delegates, to be treated as a spy and deny POW designation to both spies and terrorists. A soldier participating in a combat operation is certianly not using his lack of insignia to sneak around and be deceitful, for he is in combat as is anyone with an insignia. Furthermore, we shall not confuse our soldiers with theirs if they do not wear inignia because we are all agreeing to wear insignia. As such I think in the interest of civility we must uphold POW designation for as many combatants as possible.

"There seems to be concern that some governments would not provide their soldiers with uniform or insignia, but in those cases, the least we could require is a banner or flag to be flown by a unit, identifying the nation to which the forces are loyal. Those who do not wear uniforms or insignia of some kind-- only one or the other is required -- should not be treated as POWs. Unorganized militia, mercenaries, roving gangs of gunmen, terrorists, looters and rapists should not be afforded the same rights as conscripted or volunteer soldiers of a nation-state. We can not trust the above groups to obey Law of the Land warfare, and we can not, in good faith, hold governments responsible for the actions of unlawful combatants. Those that would fight under no banner, wear no uniform, or bear no insignia would be able to commit atrocities with anonymity. If captured I believe that these elements should be held as unlawful combatants and given a bench trial or something to that effect and either sentenced to incarceration or execution. That is of course only if they are caught in the act doing something unethical or committing a war crime.. If captured while just going about their business or during a conventional attack they should at least have their weapons stripped and forcibly relocated out of the combat zone as refugees and at worst held in the same manner as POWs but without the rights of them." Seville said in one long breath.

"Hmm...we must agree with the Field Marshall's suggestion here, wholeheartedly in fact.

With regards to the Khamalian Marshal's (oh my, this shall get confusing) statement, we feel that in the case of a pilot of a downed aircraft, the same rule should apply as with liferafts. A paratrooper, however, is a different matter. Rather than being forced out due to technical difficulties, the paratrooper has been instructed to jump with an intention to commit an act of war. With that in mind, he/she should be treated as a combatant until surrender."

Marshal Rashida nodded to her friends besides her. “That seems fair, and it applies properly to the situation in our eyes.”

She than faced across the table “And what you say Field Marshal is also fair, to an extent. We definitely agree that all military units should bear with them their colours for clear identification. If nothing else, it helps our pilots greatly to avoid unfortunate cases of friendly fire. But markings are ridiculously easy and we do not see how any unit should get away wit not bearing them. Al Khamali’s military insignia at its most basic is simply a black triangle. In the past we have had conscripts drawn up who merely dyed the cloths on their backs in big watts of tea, and than stuck a three-sided scrap of black cloth on their arms with a safety pin.”

As Rashida turned to face the gentleman from Colony West she drummed her fingers on the smooth surface of the table. “What kind of non-combat operation any enemy would be up to behind our lines I cant think of. If its one thing I hate is saboteurs and skirmishers. Just when you have the blighters on the run, the sneaky buggers pop up behind you and the next thing you hear is that some bastard with a bomb has made a mess of your’ regiments breakfast and left it spread across a large area.”

Field Marshal Benjamin Shockey finally made his presence known by speaking, "I agree with the delegate Pan-Arab Barronia. However, a paratrooper is in a difficult circumstance to be able to surrender. If he is in the process of landing with a large group in front of or behind enemy lines, he should be allowed to be shot, but if he or a group is isolated or surrounded, they should be treated as POWs. As for the issue of insignia, it should be required, but civilian fighters should be exempt from any penalties for lacking it."

Rashida bristled. “Let it be known that it is also quite possible that she may be in the process of landing.” she snapped, “But a paratrooper is a soldier as any other albeit one with differing tasks and abilities. Judging the numbers of the enemy on the battlefield is no easy task, and remember, merely being outnumbered and surrounded doe not mean your enemy has any desire to surrender. The only time any enemy combatants should be treated as prisoners of war is when and if they actively surrender. A white flag, and hands held clearly without weapons in them, that is the only time armed conflict should cease.”

She continued on in an irritated articulation “Additionally, the term ‘civilian fighter‘ is an oxymoron. A person is either a civilian or a combatant. The two are to be treated very differently, and have to be clearly defined if war can be maintain a shred of honour. Civilian combatants are classified as terroists or spies in our books, and are treated as such. As Barronia has seen, we do not make bargains with those who skulk in the false security of civilianship. ”

"But what of a civilian who takes up arms to defend his or her home? Should they be considered a terrorist or spy? We must differentiate between those who would conduct illegal combat-like activities for their own benefit, and those acting in defense of their own nation. Such a civilian surely must make an attempt to display his/her loyalty to a government; either by flying a flag, wearing one or some kind of uniform or marking. And if they can't then how can we tell them from those aforementioned terrorists and spies?" Seville said.

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The silence mongst the other delegates was awkward. Rashida sighed and made a break to start the discussion again. “If the civilian is attacked, than they have a right to fight back. But only then. Otherwise civilians should remain civilians, and keep away from the firing lines.

But we also have to address the issue of paramilitaries. They are indeed civilians in a manner and not part of the organised military, but at the same time they don a uniform and are often supporters and/or members of the ruling political party of the State. We believe they can be considered as other combatants. We certainly did with the Red Peoples Militia during the invasion of Tunisiana.”

Seville looked across the table intently and waited to see if any of the other delegates would respond.....

OOC: Apologies for not posting, work calls and that 10-hour day won't work itself. I'll do my utmost to post this weekend, but I am truly knackered and about to drop off as I type.