NationStates Jolt Archive

Official Directive

The people of the village nation of New-Sealand wish to extend a hand into the World. New-Sealand was formerly an abandoned oil rig, left inside of international waters, until a team of thirteen people lead by now Governor Jarod Bates entered the abandoned rig, and claimed it as an independent nation. We currently have a population of 367 people, around 280 of them are adults. We are in the middle of growing, construction is in progress of an addition to the existing platform so we may accommodate more people. There is currently room for only 10 embassies, however after expansion we will have more room. All foreign relations are conducted by Mrs. Elaine Bates. Foreigners may visit New-Sealand. The only way to enter New Sealand is by air, by helipad or STOL landing strip.


Governor of the Village Nation of New-Sealand
Jarod Bates

Official Diplomatic Communique

We welcome the new nation of New-Sealand to the world stage, you will find it difficult though, with your small size, but we will help guide you around the world stage. We are pleased that another nation has cropped up with so few people, it is amazing how that can happen. We offer the nation of New Sealand an embassy in San Diego, our capital..

Sincerely,

General John Arnold
Foreign Minister
Calizorinstan

The Free Empire of Great Vantania refuses to recognize this oil rig as a legitimate nation. As such, we are sending a fleet to claim it as our own, and pick up any German hostages within. That is all.

Official Response to Vontanas

We cannot let you get away with this. New Sealand, like it or not, is a nation in our books. We will evac the people of New Sealand and give them a decent sized chain of oil rigs for their new nations.

OOC: :rolleyes: Here we go again. 367 people on an oil rig? Damn big rig.
IC: The Democratic Empire of Xiscapia extends a hand of friendship to the new nation of New-Sealand. We are sending 10 crates of food, via helicopter.

OOC: I just proposed I could evac them, and then they could have a chain of oil rigs for their growing nation..

The Free Empire of Great Vantania refuses to recognize this oil rig as a legitimate nation. As such, we are sending a fleet to claim it as our own, and pick up any German hostages within. That is all.

OOC: Lawlz

OOC: :rolleyes: Here we go again. 367 people on an oil rig? Damn big rig.
IC: The Democratic Empire of Xiscapia extends a hand of friendship to the new nation of New-Sealand. We are sending 10 crates of food, via helicopter.

Thank you, the aid is appreciated, although we are generally self-sufficient.

The Free Empire of Great Vantania refuses to recognize this oil rig as a legitimate nation. As such, we are sending a fleet to claim it as our own, and pick up any German hostages within. That is all.

OOC: Is this a joke?

Official Diplomatic Communique

We welcome the new nation of New-Sealand to the world stage, you will find it difficult though, with your small size, but we will help guide you around the world stage. We are pleased that another nation has cropped up with so few people, it is amazing how that can happen. We offer the nation of New Sealand an embassy in San Diego, our capital..

Sincerely,

General John Arnold
Foreign Minister
Calizorinstan

Thank you, due to our currently small population, we cannot have such a large embassy staff just yet.

All signed by,
Governor of the Village Nation of New-Sealand
Jarod Bates

Official Diplomatic Telegram:
To: Calizorinstan; People of Airstrip 1
From: The Free Empire of Great Vantania
According to the National Recognization Act passed through parliament, the following things are needed to be a nation:

-A formal declaration of sovereignty
-Recognition by atleast ten existing nations
-A population of atleast one million Homo sapiens
-A functioning economy and currency
-Et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseum

As such, the people living on Airstrip 1 are not a nation-state. Thus, it is open to the first who can plant their existing nation's flag on it. And seeing as how our West Indies fleet is closing in, that would be us.

(Realistically, I'm going to get there before Cali. He's a Pacific guy and would have to gather his forces to go through the Panama Canal first. Meanwhile my West Indies fleet is gathered, and closer to the Channel. So yeah.

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Official Londinian Communiqué

Open Declaration:

Let it be known that the polity of New Sealand is hereby placed under the protection of the People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium and Her Colonies and Overseas Territory. Any nation attempting to forcibly seize its lands will meet the might of the Londinian Navy. The battleships LNV Kensington and LNV Northolt are being dispatched forthwith to reinforce existing Sealandish defences.

Furthermore, I would like to offer New Sealand the lands of our Pirandello colony to serve as a more hospitable home for its citizenry.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Flavia Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

Official Diplomatic Telegram:
To: Calizorinstan; People of Airstrip 1
From: The Free Empire of Great Vantania
According to the National Recognization Act passed through parliament, the following things are needed to be a nation:

-A formal declaration of sovereignty
-Recognition by atleast ten existing nations
-A population of atleast one million Homo sapiens
-A functioning economy and currency
-Et cetera, et cetera, ad nauseum

As such, the people living on Airstrip 1 are not a nation-state. Thus, it is open to the first who can plant their existing nation's flag on it. And seeing as how our West Indies fleet is closing in, that would be us.

(Realistically, I'm going to get there before Cali. He's a Pacific guy and would have to gather his forces to go through the Panama Canal first. Meanwhile my West Indies fleet is gathered, and closer to the Channel. So yeah.

OOC: I am not going to send out my fleet, because New Sealand is thankfully under BL's protection now..

Official Zoingonian Declaration

The United States of Zoingo welcomes New-Sealand to the outside world, and finnaly interacting with worlds beyond. We would like to point out however, that almost all of our nations are actually on land, not on an object in the ocean. If possible, one of our overseas territories lies unused: you can inhabit there, and your oil rig can float nearby like a capital or something. If not, we can't force you to come, its your country, but we would like an embassy in your "nation". We also would like to trade with your country to further our diplomatic relations. If you have any questions, visit my factbook in my signature. (click on my name, then to my public profile ,and look for the link to factbook.)

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Official Diplomatic Message

Cookesland would like to welcome New-Sealand to the world, and in extending it's hand in friendship would like to set up an embassy. New-Sealand is also more than welcome to do the same.

Best Wishes,
Steven J. Andolor
Steven J. Andolor
Secretary of State
The United States of Cookesland

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Official Diplomatic Message

The Government of the Far Echo Islands hereby recognizes our more-than-enemies-but-less-than-allies the Londiniums' decision to protect New Sealand. We inquire though, would the government function as a Dominion or as a Colony? Also, is it acceptable for the Far Echo Islands within the Pirandello colony if the New Sealanders accept it?

Sincerely,
Grant Norse
Grand Arbiter

OOC: I don't think I said I was annexing New Sealand, just protecting him.

ooc: BL, sorry, you're right, I just glanced over the message the first time, I didn't read it carefully.

The Free Empire grudgingly acknowledges the sovereignty of New-Sealand. As such, we would like to trade a series of oil rigs that are now dry for the original oil rig of New-Sealand. Also, we will make a donation of five billion Universal Standard Dollars to New-Sealand. Lastly, the Free Empire will give the New-Sealanders some basic material for developing an economy. (Stuff for online economy, fishing supplies, etc.)

Official Prestonian Statement

The Prestonian Republic welcomes New Sealand to the world and formally recognizes it as a legitimate international body. We applaud the actions of the Londinian government in protecting this fledgling young nation form the imperialist scum that is Great Vantania. If it is convenient at this time, I would like to perform an official state visit to New Sealand to further relations between our nations.

Welcome to the World,
Justin M. Gannon
President, Republic of Prestonia
Vice-Chairman, Prestonian Democratic Party

Official Prestonian Statement

The Prestonian Republic welcomes New Sealand to the world and formally recognizes it as a legitimate international body. We applaud the actions of the Londinian government in protecting this fledgling young nation form the imperialist scum that is Great Vantania. If it is convenient at this time, I would like to perform an official state visit to New Sealand to further relations between our nations.

Welcome to the World,
Justin M. Gannon
President, Republic of Prestonia
Vice-Chairman, Prestonian Democratic Party

To: Mr. Gannon, of Central Prestonia

I too, am curious about this nation on the water, and I wanted to ask if I could come with you on your mission. I will be accompanyed by our diplomat, Mrs. Shaufuer

For our continued relations,
Mr. Roland J. Massaquine
President of Zoingo

Office 58
1217 Government Way
Balkan City, 85546
Balkan City S.A.R., United Democratic Empire of Asgarnieu

To: New-Sealand Governor Jarod Bates
From: Asgarnian Office of Foreign Diplomatic Relations
Subject: Embassy

Greetings.

We would like to set up an embassy on your territory as a method of establishing a good rapport with New-Sealand.

As is customary, we ask that New-Sealand establish an embassy in our nation as a sign of goodwill and understanding.

We would like to know the military capabilites of New-Sealand as well, as we can accomodate your military on our lands, allowing your nation's armed forces to have a decent staging point.

Thank you.

Respectfully,

Diplomat General Lauren R. Kingman
Office of Foreign Diplomatic Relations

The New-Sealand government thanks all nations for their help. We cannot maintain embassies in foreign nations, due to our currently small population. However, we still wish to invite world leaders over to celebrate New-Sealand National Day. There we will discuss trade, military, and expansion issues.

Governor of the Village Nation of New-Sealand
Jarod Bates

Alfegos wishes to send diplomat 2nd class Alio'pi Etra'soi to discuss Alfegos relations with your nation. We wish to know if there are provisions for a small jet to land there.

We also wish to state that we recognise your soverignity, and commend British Londinium in also recognising this.

OOC: Interesting nation

The United Socialist States of New Brittonia wish to establish diplomatic relations with your nation and, hopefully, and embassy in your nation.

Signed,
Foreign Minister of the United Socialist States of New Brittonia
Sarah Lynch

The libertalian population is no longer small enough to hold meetings of the entire adult population, instead they did use a form of representation where one representative (Libertali slang for those is Honk or Otto, so they will not be too proud of their position) speaks in the name of 50 Libertalis. The question of whether to start diplomatic contact was discussed in the main ship of their fleet (ooc: Libertalien is like the raft from Snow Crash a soveign construct of all kinds of ships, boats, rafts, 'Seelenverkaeufern' etc). There was a general consensus that it would be a good idea and so the following message was sent:

G'day!
Congrats to reaching nationhood! We're similar to your nation: a group of annoyed people who decided to start their own nation where no one would bug them: on the sea! We reach out the hand of friendship to you. We guess it's not quite easy to establish embassies since neither of our facilities has something like overwhelming amounts of space, but we can remain in contact via 'net or maybe throw one of our feared parties near your rig so we can celebrate together.
So long (and thanks for all the fish),
The Honks and Ottos of Libertalien

PS: We somehow assumed from this step that you are a group of punks with strong political beliefs. If you are not, plese excuse the tone of this message.

To: New Sealand

Our President is expecting to land on his private jet for the big festival, he should be arriving in a few hours. After he is there, the plane will exit of the runway, and after the festivities, the jet will be back. We are doing this because we fear for the runway being too small and cluttered with other aircraft.

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Over the ocean......

The Zoingonian jet skid across the sky, advancing to the New Sealand oil rig, on the jet an anxious president and ambassador were nearing a new nation, one that was emerging on the world stage.

The Seahawk helicopter with the words "President of The Prestonian Republic" landed on the helipad of the rig. From out of the door stepped President Justin M. Gannon, accompanied by five Praetorian Guard. "Well, not very big for a nation, but I suppose size hardly matters. Where's the party at? I came for some entertainment," Gannon said to himself as his helicopter took off, returning back to the carrier from which it had come.

To: New Sealand

Our President is expecting to land on his private jet for the big festival, he should be arriving in a few hours. After he is there, the plane will exit of the runway, and after the festivities, the jet will be back. We are doing this because we fear for the runway being too small and cluttered with other aircraft.

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Over the ocean......

The Zoingonian jet skid across the sky, advancing to the New Sealand oil rig, on the jet an anxious president and ambassador were nearing a new nation, one that was emerging on the world stage.

A man in the New-Sealand radio tower said,
"Chhhhhh. . . This is New-Sealand Air Control, you are entering New-sealand airspace, please identify yourself."

The Seahawk helicopter with the words "President of The Prestonian Republic" landed on the helipad of the rig. From out of the door stepped President Justin M. Gannon, accompanied by five Praetorian Guard. "Well, not very big for a nation, but I suppose size hardly matters. Where's the party at? I came for some entertainment," Gannon said to himself as his helicopter took off, returning back to the carrier from which it had come.

Securty was tight, with recent threats to pull a "capture the flag" style attack on the nation, and general hoolaganism associated with national holidays. Five men with AK-47 rifles (they were the cheapest things they could get) were patrolling the area. One man in a suit said,
"Mr. President, Govenor Bates of New-Sealand. Welcome!"

OOC: :rolleyes: Here we go again. 367 people on an oil rig? Damn big rig.
IC: The Democratic Empire of Xiscapia extends a hand of friendship to the new nation of New-Sealand. We are sending 10 crates of food, via helicopter.

You are welcome to come to the national day celebration.

"Chhhhhh. . . This is New-Sealand Air Control, you are entering New-sealand airspace, please identify yourself."

"This is Zoingonian Jet 001, requesting to land on the rig. President and Ambassador aboard....."

"Chhhhhh. . . This is New-Sealand Air Control, you are entering New-sealand airspace, please identify yourself."

"This is Zoingonian Jet 001, requesting to land on the rig. President and Ambassador aboard....."

"New-Sealand Air Control, permission to land granted, please advise caution though, there are slight gusts outside."

"New-Sealand Air Control, permission to land granted, please advise caution though, there are slight gusts outside."

"Understood, we are landing now"

The jet gracefully landed onto the oil platform deck, and out stepped President Massaquine of Zoingo, along with the ambassador, Mrs. Shaufuer.

"Remarkable, they have been able to surive on just an oil platform," Mrs. Shaufuer commented.

"Indeed, they have been able to create a diverse society and government all on their own." the President added.

Official Imperial Democracy message

Greetings and welcome to the international stage. We are The Imperial Democracy of Cazelia, one of the last Democratic Humanist governments in existence. Unlike New Vantania, we acknowledge your sovereignty over your declared territory.

Sencerely,
Ingram J Hasley
Newly appointed secretary of International affairs

"Understood, we are landing now"

The jet gracefully landed onto the oil platform deck, and out stepped President Massaquine of Zoingo, along with the ambassador, Mrs. Shaufuer.

"Remarkable, they have been able to surive on just an oil platform," Mrs. Shaufuer commented.

"Indeed, they have been able to create a diverse society and government all on their own." the President added.

"Thank you", the govenor said, he was a short man with blond hair and wearing a buisness suit he extended his hand and said, "Govenor Jarod Bates. Welcome to New-Sealand. May I show you around the nation?"

Official Imperial Democracy message

Greetings and welcome to the international stage. We are The Imperial Democracy of Cazelia, one of the last Democratic Humanist governments in existence. Unlike New Vantania, we acknowledge your sovereignty over your declared territory.

Sencerely,
Ingram J Hasley
Newly appointed secretary of International affairs

OOC: I think he did now, and democratic humanist whats taht?
IC
You are welcome to the National Day celebration.

OOC: I think he did now, and democratic humanist whats taht?
IC
You are welcome to the National Day celebration.

OOC: humanist is a very civil rights oriented government type

IC
I shall attend

Sincerely,
Ingram J Hasley
Secretary of International affairs

OOC: humanist is a very civil rights oriented government type

IC
I shall attend

Sincerely,
Ingram J Hasley
Secretary of International affairs

OOC: We're like that, but pretty libertarian, oh, just show your guy coming now

OOC: Ingram Hasley is dead! For the last time, he was gunned down!

Offshore New Sealand
1400 hours

Two gleaming, powerful battleships, the LNV Kensington and the LNV Northolt sailed steadily for the small oil platform. Even from a distance, the proud standard of the Londinian Navy could be seen fluttering in the tropical breeze.

"Attention, attention New Sealand Port Authority," Commodore Agthoven, commander of the Kensington, signalled to the rig. "This is the Londinian Navy. Requesting permission to send Foreign Affairs Minister into your territory."

OOC: We're like that, but pretty libertarian, oh, just show your guy coming now

An old, unarmed Atopian Mi-24 flew towards the oil platform "This is MI-92, requesting confirmation of landing request, over"

Securty was tight, with recent threats to pull a "capture the flag" style attack on the nation, and general hoolaganism associated with national holidays. Five men with AK-47 rifles (they were the cheapest things they could get) were patrolling the area. One man in a suit said,
"Mr. President, Govenor Bates of New-Sealand. Welcome!"

"Justin M. Gannon, President of the Prestonian Republic. Nice to see a new nation striking out on it's own. We did just that ten years ago and we're solidly in the first world. Here's wishing you the same good luck. Now, where's the party? The ride over here was bumpy as hell, and I need a good stiff drink."

An old, unarmed Atopian Mi-24 flew towards the oil platform "This is MI-92, requesting confirmation of landing request, over"

"This is New-Sealand Air Command, you have permission to land please exercise caution, we are approaching near gale wind speeds."

"Justin M. Gannon, President of the Prestonian Republic. Nice to see a new nation striking out on it's own. We did just that ten years ago and we're solidly in the first world. Here's wishing you the same good luck. Now, where's the party? The ride over here was bumpy as hell, and I need a good stiff drink."

"Thank you for coming. We do have alcohol, here but we have some meetings and events we were going to first."

OOC: Did my post get ignored?

OOC: Ingram Hasley is dead! For the last time, he was gunned down!

Offshore New Sealand
1400 hours

Two gleaming, powerful battleships, the LNV Kensington and the LNV Northolt sailed steadily for the small oil platform. Even from a distance, the proud standard of the Londinian Navy could be seen fluttering in the tropical breeze.

"Attention, attention New Sealand Port Authority," Commodore Agthoven, commander of the Kensington, signalled to the rig. "This is the Londinian Navy. Requesting permission to send Foreign Affairs Minister into your territory."

A man in an office at the window saw the boats and said into a radio,
"Sir, do you wish for us to send in a dinghy or a helecopter to pick the minister up?"

The Secretary and two Marines stepped off the helicopter, all three wearing ceremonial uniforms. But the Marines were armed with MP5 SMGs in case of an attack. The secretary waited for someone to greet him, or at least direct him where to go

OOC: Did my post get ignored?
I'll ask the same for Libertalien (my puppet)

"Helicopter en route now," was the succinct reply from the battleship. Within moments, a chrome plated Agusta A109 helicopter rose from the vessel, with the words "République Souverain de Populus" proudly adorning the sides, and landed on an empty helipad.

A young-looking woman stepped out of the helicopter, quickly smoothing out any wrinkles in her tuxudoesque pantsuit. She tucked a slim briefcase under her arm and began to walk towards the nearest person of authority.

The Secretary and two Marines stepped off the helicopter, all three wearing ceremonial uniforms. But the Marines were armed with MP5 SMGs in case of an attack. The secretary waited for someone to greet him, or at least direct him where to go

A short man with blond hair, wearing a buisness suitt, said,
"Hello, Govenor Jarod Bates, welcome to New-Sealand."

"Helicopter en route now," was the succinct reply from the battleship. Within moments, a chrome plated Agusta A109 helicopter rose from the vessel, with the words "République Souverain de Populus" proudly adorning the sides, and landed on an empty helipad.

A young-looking woman stepped out of the helicopter, quickly smoothing out any wrinkles in her tuxudoesque pantsuit. She tucked a slim briefcase under her arm and began to walk towards the nearest person of authority.

The helipad was guarded by around 6 men with AK-47 rifles. A short middle-aged man said,
"Hello, Govenor Jarod Bates of New-Sealand, welcome."

I'll ask the same for Libertalien (my puppet)

OOc: Sry, he can come, I just didn't know how to respond

A short man with blond hair, wearing a buisness suitt, said,
"Hello, Govenor Jarod Bates, welcome to New-Sealand."

Hasley turned around "Ingram Hasley, Secretary of International affairs" he replied "And these are my two bodyguards, Thomas night and Darkfire" Darkfire was a Kal'Har, basically an upright tiger with increased intellegence

"Helicopter en route now," was the succinct reply from the battleship. Within moments, a chrome plated Agusta A109 helicopter rose from the vessel, with the words "République Souverain de Populus" proudly adorning the sides, and landed on an empty helipad.

A young-looking woman stepped out of the helicopter, quickly smoothing out any wrinkles in her tuxudoesque pantsuit. She tucked a slim briefcase under her arm and began to walk towards the nearest person of authority.
"Well, I see the Londinians have shown up. Hang on a second boys, I'm going to go introduce myself," Gannon said to his guards. Walking up, he showed off his Volscian, saying "Aliao Hetærap, Quomo aca tu? Io aca exsequé palatii ab Prestonia, Justin Gannon." He had learned Volscian under the tutelage of the former President, Aaron Preston, who felt it might be a necessary skill if ever the two nations became allies.

"Mr Bates, pleasure to meet with you," the woman said warmly, extending her arm for a handshake. "Ms Cecilia Belladini, Minister of Foreign Affairs for the People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium. How are things in New Sealand?"

"Well, I see the Londinians have shown up. Hang on a second boys, I'm going to go introduce myself," Gannon said to his guards. Walking up, he showed off his Volscian, saying "Aliao Hetærap, Quomo aca tu? Io aca exsequé palatii ab Prestonia, Justin Gannon." He had learned Volscian under the tutelage of the former President, Aaron Preston, who felt it might be a necessary skill if ever the two nations became allies.

"Ah, Mr Gannon, I've heard much about you," the Foreign Minister replied. "And I have been quite anxious to meet you. Your appointment to the Presidency has been a significant change for your country. Shall we head inside?"

"Helicopter en route now," was the succinct reply from the battleship. Within moments, a chrome plated Agusta A109 helicopter rose from the vessel, with the words "République Souverain de Populus" proudly adorning the sides, and landed on an empty helipad.

A young-looking woman stepped out of the helicopter, quickly smoothing out any wrinkles in her tuxudoesque pantsuit. She tucked a slim briefcase under her arm and began to walk towards the nearest person of authority.

Hasley turned around "Ingram Hasley, Secretary of International affairs" he replied "And these are my two bodyguards, Thomas night and Darkfire" Darkfire was a Kal'Har, basically an upright tiger with increased intellegence

Jarod ws slightly shocked by the people coming to visit him, even more by the tiger guy. He took a look at the tiger and then said to to all of the diplomats and leaders in a raised voice,
"Attention! Thank you dor coming. I am Govenor Jarod Bates, elected leader of new-Sealand. Please allow me to show you arond here."
He walked up to a steel door next to the landing area. A guard held it open for everyone to enter. Govenor Bates waited for everyone to come in.

"Mr Bates, pleasure to meet with you," the woman said warmly, extending her arm for a handshake. "Ms Cecilia Belladini, Minister of Foreign Affairs for the People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium. How are things in New Sealand?"


"Very, very good.", Bates said, he walked through the hallway and stopped at a large window, he said, as if directing a tour,
"This is the construction area. You can see the cranes and pillars. Our goal is to create a larger runway, and a second living area."

"Ah, Mr Gannon, I've heard much about you," the Foreign Minister replied. "And I have been quite anxious to meet you. Your appointment to the Presidency has been a significant change for your country. Shall we head inside?"

Most certainly. Actually, I ran on the same ticket as Mr. Preston did as I was his Vice President. However, following popular request I merged my party with the Democrats as we shared similar ideals. No sense in having two parties fighting for the same thing is there? I suppose the voters chose me because they were looking for somebody who was a stronger force for their interests internationally. It was quite a close race between myself and Mr. Quinlan, the Democrats' original candidate. He didn't completely lose though; I made him my Vice President. I remember seeing on LBG Evening News that your nation has also had a change. I don't know much about Ms. Davidson, but her father and my predecessor were on good terms toward the end. Hopefully we can be on better terms than our predecessors. To that end, I'd like to arrange a state visit. To whom should I inquire?"

Ingram walked around "This is certainly a nice...oil platform" he said

"Well, Mr Gannon, the proper office to address would be the Bureau of Internal Diplomacy in my ministry," Cecilia said as they entered the superstructure of the facility. "And I believe she would be delighted to host you. Prestonian-Londinian affairs are a concern of the new consulship."

"Ungh...I hate water. It's why I joined the Aircore" said Ingram, covering his mouth "I get sea-sick"

"Well, Mr Gannon, the proper office to address would be the Bureau of Internal Diplomacy in my ministry," Cecilia said as they entered the superstructure of the facility. "And I believe she would be delighted to host you. Prestonian-Londinian affairs are a concern of the new consulship."

"Ah, well I shall get on that as soon as I get back to Hudson. I once vacationed to Kensington, this was long before I was in politics of course. Unfortunately, it wasn't as nice as I had hoped. You see, Mr. Swanner was in office then and the populace seemed extremely tense. I understand why now but at the time I had little idea of the full extent of Swanner's crimes. I'm sure my next visit will be much better. But, all this conversation aside, I don't think it's wise to remain outside for long, I do believe a storm is coming. Shall I escort you inside?"

"That would be lovely," Cecilia said, flashing a quick smile. "Now, Mr Bates, I must ask: what will happen when this rig can no longer support your population?"

Ingram butted into the conversation "If your population gets out of control, you could always use our old oil platforms if you wish" he said

Ingram butted into the conversation "If your population gets out of control, you could always use our old oil platforms if you wish" he said

"Of course, this will prevent any meaningful expansion of New Sealand," Cecilia countered. "It would be best to settle upon an island, scuttle the rig, and use it for parts and initial infrastructure. Now, Mr Bates, you're welcome to listen to Mr Hasley here, but I recommend that you bear in mind how weak Cazelia is economically, militarily, politically, and, above all, culturally."

"Yes, well, we will consider those options. However, the oldest second-geneation New-Sealander children are about fourteen or fifteen years old. It is not an immediate concern that we worry about overpopulation. However, population is a concern, and will be an increasingly greater one in the coming years."

OOC: Is there any way I could make a late jump-in? This looks interesting..

OOC: Sure, we'll just pretend your guy was here from the start.

OOC: Whoa, how did you post ahead of me?!

Ambassador Paige had been pretty quiet up until this point. He was quite interested in the construction of the place.. Looking around at the flooring and such.
"Quite an amazing facility you have here...... A community on the water.. That one's outside the box.... Very impressive!"

OOC: Jolt timewarps, most likely.

OOC: Whoa, how did you post ahead of me?!

Ambassador Paige had been pretty quiet up until this point. He was quite interested in the construction of the place.. Looking around at the flooring and such.
"Quite an amazing facility you have here...... A community on the water.. That one's outside the box.... Very impressive!"

OOC: I dunno This forum makes no sence!!!

"Yes, I know, thank you very much. Can you please follow me, I have something arrainged for all of you.",said Jarod Bates

He walked further through the hallways, making sure that they were the back ones so no one saw them. he reached a door, above it said,
"The Jarod Bates School K-12"

He said,
"Mind if we go in, and I swear I did not want this thing named after me."

"Of course, this will prevent any meaningful expansion of New Sealand," Cecilia countered. "It would be best to settle upon an island, scuttle the rig, and use it for parts and initial infrastructure. Now, Mr Bates, you're welcome to listen to Mr Hasley here, but I recommend that you bear in mind how weak Cazelia is economically, militarily, politically, and, above all, culturally."

Ingram laughed "Your attitude is worse than your nation's foriegn policy, Ms. Belladini (OOC: did I spell it right?)" he said jokingly

OOC: Yes, you did. Good job.

"Might I ask what, Mr Bates?" Cecilia inquired, ignoring the Cazelian. After all, it was no secret that Londinians viewed them and their country in extremely poor terms.

"Now that's not very nice Ingram. Steve told me you had better manners than that when I last spoke with him. You really ought to conduct yourself with a little more tact considering you're representing Cazelia."

OOC: For reference, Steve Preston is now 21, a colonel in the Air Force, and interning in the State Department for a future in politics.

" Hey, can't we all just get along? So what is this anyway, a school?" Paige cut in, "Well, lead the way Mr. Bates."

" Hey, can't we all just get along? So what is this anyway, a school?" Paige cut in, "Well, lead the way Mr. Bates."

"Yes it is, so leave your international biclering out of the doors.", Bates said as he walked in, greeted the receptionist, whisered something, and opened a door. He walked in, there were about thirteen six year olds sitting in small desks. They were waiving small blue and yellow flags. On a wall was a crudely made drawing of the oil rig. Under it, letters said
"Welcome Govenor and Guests"

OOC: mind if I make a late entry? my guy would have been flown in via Concord jet as usual if it means anything.

"I've got to say, I think it's great for such a small country to already put education up as a priority. Is you cirriculum just the standard, or do you teach anything special?"

"Now that's not very nice Ingram. Steve told me you had better manners than that when I last spoke with him. You really ought to conduct yourself with a little more tact considering you're representing Cazelia."

OOC: For reference, Steve Preston is now 21, a colonel in the Air Force, and interning in the State Department for a future in politics.

"Did he also tell you I was orphaned?" Ingram said with a much more serious tone "Anyways, lets get back to the visit" he said "How do you get your fresh water? Filtering technology?"

"I've got to say, I think it's great for such a small country to already put education up as a priority. Is you cirriculum just the standard, or do you teach anything special?"

"Well, wih the second generation,we need to have education as a focus. We teach the basics, of course. I dio wish to have some talks about that soon."

OOC: mind if I make a late entry? my guy would have been flown in via Concord jet as usual if it means anything.

OOC: OK,you're the last one entering late though

"Did he also tell you I was orphaned?" Ingram said with a much more serious tone "Anyways, lets get back to the visit" he said "How do you get your fresh water? Filtering technology?"

"We have filters, whatever things we can, we use salt-water for, though."

OOC: Noting that you have said no more late arrivals, It's not a request to join but more of a post to let you know that I would like to discuss something with you in regards to a future RP. If you are interested please contact me, it won't be a war. but there probably be conflict depending on clarifying a few things. If you could contact me.

Email/MSN: bazag@hotmail
TG: Bazalonia
IRC: Bazalonia on Espernet

Thanks.

OOC: Okay

"And, if you don't mind my asking, what is the long term defence strategy for New Sealand?" Cecilia inquired. "The People's Sovereign Republic will be more than happy to be a vendor for frigates, destroyers, and attack submarines, if the New Sealand Defence Ministry deems it necessary."

With a sigh, John listened to the bickering. So childish of them. Although the Londinians were definitly correct about the Cazelians. He chuckled under his breath, before speaking up, "Mr. Bates, I'll be frank, the Vantanians want something of you, and can benifit you much in return. We want to purchase the oil rig, and in return we'll give you protection, ten dried oil rigs, fifty billion Universal Standard Dollars, an economic boost, and of course, free travel into your homeland. You see, Empress Prazsac recently read 1984, required reading, and has been obsessing about creating an actual Airstrip One. We hope you accept."

"And, if you don't mind my asking, what is the long term defence strategy for New Sealand?" Cecilia inquired. "The People's Sovereign Republic will be more than happy to be a vendor for frigates, destroyers, and attack submarines, if the New Sealand Defence Ministry deems it necessary."

"Our Government has some old Carriers from the Atopian age you could use as well" said Ingram

Ignoring the bickering of national rivalries, the president added onto the subject that had been brought up.

"Yes, we could give New-Sealand a couple of our ships as well,"

"Mr. Bates," Mrs. Shaufuer asked, "how does your nation obtain food or unsalty water?"

With a sigh, John listened to the bickering. So childish of them. Although the Londinians were definitly correct about the Cazelians. He chuckled under his breath, before speaking up, "Mr. Bates, I'll be frank, the Vantanians want something of you, and can benifit you much in return. We want to purchase the oil rig, and in return we'll give you protection, ten dried oil rigs, fifty billion Universal Standard Dollars, an economic boost, and of course, free travel into your homeland. You see, Empress Prazsac recently read 1984, required reading, and has been obsessing about creating an actual Airstrip One. We hope you accept."

"Sir, are you attempting to buy New-Sealand in order to turn it into a military base in front of the kindergarden class? And we make our own food quite a bit."

"Yes. We don't expect there to be much action, as we don't have any foes in Europe, so it would be more a symbolic gesture. Now, do you accept?

Bates whispered, "No, please. This was meant to show the culture of New-Sealand. If you want to discuss this then please let me take you somewhere else."

A faint smile was detectable on John's lips. "Very well. Until that time, I do have some gifts for the people of New-Sealand." With a signal, the helicopter operators hauled in three crates. Inside the first was a variety of chocolates, in the second was schoolbooks, and in the third was fishing supplies. "Enjoy. You can get me when you've got you're answer." With that, he went to talk with the children, seeing what it was like being a child in such a unique nation.

Bates whispered, "No, please. This was meant to show the culture of New-Sealand. If you want to discuss this then please let me take you somewhere else."

"Indeed, it might ruin the point of the festivities, but I digress. Can you show my lovely ambassador to where the embassies are set up Mr. Bates?" President Massaquine asked.

Jai Hyit, another one of the Hyits whom had become ambassadors, has unhappy at the Londii-Cazelian argument. The Londii had always pissed him off even before the One Hour War. Cazelia was an ally to the Confederate States, and Jai was even more adamant about that than most as he had fallen in love with a Kal'Har evacuated to TFEI during the biocide.

He was about to speak to the Sealander president, when a slanderous comment about the Cazelians passed through the Londii's lips. "Why in God's, Allah's, or for at least logic's sake can't you people get along?!"

A faint smile was detectable on John's lips. "Very well. Until that time, I do have some gifts for the people of New-Sealand." With a signal, the helicopter operators hauled in three crates. Inside the first was a variety of chocolates, in the second was schoolbooks, and in the third was fishing supplies. "Enjoy. You can get me when you've got you're answer." With that, he went to talk with the children, seeing what it was like being a child in such a unique nation.

"Wow, thank you, thank you very much.", Bates said.

A small blonde girl walked up to the man, she said,
"I, I, I, drew this."

She showed a drawing of the oil rig with a couple people on it. They looked like giants compared to the rig.

"How lovely," Cecilia said to the little girl curtly. "Quite nice, really. Post-post-postmodern. Sandpaperesque. Impressive, I must say."

Turning her attention to Governor Bates, she asked, "What would an education for an oil-rig-based nation prioritize?"

"How lovely," Cecilia said to the little girl curtly. "Quite nice, really. Post-post-postmodern. Sandpaperesque. Impressive, I must say."

Turning her attention to Governor Bates, she asked, "What would an education for an oil-rig-based nation prioritize?"

"New-Sealand was founded on libertarian ideals, so we try to allow the children to express themslves at an early age. This nation is founded on respect and kindness, kind of cheesy but that is another thaig we teach. Also, we need to speak on the subject on higher education."

"Beautiful." John said, patting the girl on the head, "You could be an artist when you grow up! Wonderful quality, I must say. Now, Mr. Bates, what do you think of my plan?" He gestured to the crates, "This is just a sample of what my nation can give you. Land, protection, money, tools to develop an economy, name it, and we can get it you."

"Our Government has some old Carriers from the Atopian age you could use as well" said Ingram

"Err, what is the Atopian age?"

"New-Sealand was founded on libertarian ideals, so we try to allow the children to express themslves at an early age. This nation is founded on respect and kindness, kind of cheesy but that is another thaig we teach. Also, we need to speak on the subject on higher education."

"If you are requesting college professors, Echo Islanders are always looking for adventure, I'm sure there would be several dozen professors looking for a little excitment whom would not mind coming to teach in Sealand. Of course, that is up to you? Just putting my offer out there."

"If you are requesting college professors, Echo Islanders are always looking for adventure, I'm sure there would be several dozen professors looking for a little excitment whom would not mind coming to teach in Sealand. Of course, that is up to you? Just putting my offer out there."

"That would be very nice, may we go to my office where we can discuss the deals?"

"That would be very nice, may we go to my office where we can discuss the deals?"

"I would like to come along too, we have a few proposals we would like to share with you as well. Im sure that The Far Echo Islands wouldn't mind." the president said, turning to face the TFEI ambassador.

"Yes, may you please follow me", Govenor Bates said, "Do good in school, children!"

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