NationStates Jolt Archive

This is where Ryan Laing and George Denmark (mainly these 2 leaders) talk about surrender/peace.

Hearing the news Premier Concile Ryan Laing leader of Solenial, grabbed the first plane he could find and had his best pilots fly him to Port Durant in Miroxia.

Two Falcon Fighterjets flew behind the Jet-Plane ready to shoot down anything that came near the PC's Plane.

"So, here it says Mr Adam's been took hostage and they want us to go to a peace conference... I want the military scanning the City, i want Artillery ready to fire, i want ALPHA 1 Special Ops Snipers in the halls of our chosen detination, hidden, and i guess we should have the ALPHA 1 Special Ops Bomb Specialists.... i wan't this to go as smoothly as possible."

First of all several solen military planes landed on the tarmac and shifted into position while the PC Exited his beautiful plane.

He could have sent someone like a delegate and spare his life, but Mr Laing knew that only he would be enough.

Meeting him there was the Solen Ambassador to Miroxia who had just washed the egg out of his hair.

"Good Day Sir, i believe you've brought your own car a Nisto, you can't be too safe, i and the General will sort out that you are safe and secured all the way around this trip."

The Nisto came around the corner, driven by the Chauffer as the PC wore a Helmet, which he'd took off and a bulletproof vest, which he'd left on.

"Were there..."

The PC Exited the car and entered the building wondering what he would see.

George Denmark saw Ryan come in.
"Welcome," he said. "And I'm sorry if I drag you out of rugby, but come with me to the confernce room. He took Ryan to a room with a table with enought seats to sit all the Pacific Island's leaders! The seats were red, and every seat had a block with a gold plate, telling the name of the leader and which country he/she lead.
"Roland's outdone himself," Ryan whispered. He took his seat, which had Roland's to his left, and Ulberny to his right.
"I hope the Solen elections are coming up," Denmark said, taking Uiri's seat directly across from Ryan's, "because this year Solenial will vote for me: George Denmark, CEO of the Miroxia Civil War Protection Agency (ooc-MCWPA for short; check http://www.freewebs.com/nu1999/miroxia.htm) ic- "I got on Rolands good side under a different name! My real name is Harold East, veteran Northern soldier who fought in both wars. Now my small malita of farmers, secretly trained, are going to rise up, someday, more powerful than any army."

(ooc- i don't know if you have North Miroxia still or not, so ^^ ps: excuse the title; it accidently got up there, and never noticed it until a few seconds ago :P)

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Ryan shuffled as though uncomfortable but answered, in a strong voice,
"You have no power over Solenial. Your Farmers will not 'revolt', i understand you may not agree with the standard of governing put Politics is the way to resolve that matter. You don't just go and kidnap your figure of leadership."

The Premier Concile slipped out a bottle of his own water and took a sip, 'warm' he said to himself.

"So... what are you against Roland for?"

"Dictator Roland Adams...my dear friend...I hold many things against him. For one thing always beating me for everything in school. We are both natives of former nation the Dictatorship of Kuwai. Best friend he was, but when I learned Miroxia became a dictatorship and that he was dictator, my thoughts of murdering him grew. I use the word former as, well, it's like this: Kuwai was destroyed in civil war, the royalists lost, and the dictatorship destroyed my country and family. All dictatorships must fall..." He then got an angry look in his eyes...

ooc- i've got to work on a project for school, so i'm logging off. Talk to Ya later...

"You hate dictatorships..ey!?..."

The Premier Concile looked up as if wondering what to say,

"Sure, i do not agree with the idea of dictatorships but are not the circumstances different as 'your friend' Roland is doing what is good for your nation... perhaps you may not be able to vote any old person into power but is that necisarily a bad thing at least you have no real chance of getting a wacko into power.

And beating you at school? Revenge is not the answer, how about you go into politics and HELP the nation you're MEANT to be SAVING."

Ryan sat back and waited for a reply.

"You wouldn't understand..." Harold started. "Sure he's a good dictator, but to get to the place he is in, he murdered...He killed Empeor Honda! Sure Honda was involved in some wildlife scheme, but your sins don't matter when your closest friend, or should I say godfather, is murdered! That's right, Honda was my godfather!" He sat down. "Empires are the way to go; Loyalists are the future of the World!" He got angrier. He then sat down to draw up a map of Solenial to project on a screen. He turned off the lights, and projected the map with several of the most remote parts of Solenial colored red. "See these red spots? These are the most weakly defended parts of Solenial. If I was to attack these parts, the rest of Solenial would fall..." He turned off the projection, turned on the lights, sat down, and awaited a reply.

"Why would you attack the PDRS? any hostile actions towards my people would mean i'd have to kill you right now!"

The Snipers circled round the building all aiming at Harold who was talking of attacking Solenial

"What do you want from this? an Empire? The PDRS will never fall, we have..."

The Premier Concile took something out of his pocket, it wasn't a gun

"This is a PMS, yes a personal message system. In a flash i can send a message putting all military bases across the PDRS on alert ready for any attack"

Ryan pretended to start to write a message, but the real writer of the message was the ALPHA 1 Special Opc Com placed on a balcony behind the Snipers.

"What do you want from this? and do not say an empire, because if you do.... well.... what do you want?"

The SO Com had his finger on the send button ready to press the button while the Premier Concile had the bottle of water in one hand and hugging the gun in his back pocket with the other.

"Royalism...join the new Miroxia, Ryan, as a royalist nation...you won't regret it..." He smiled and waited for the reply.

"Royalism?..." Ryan sniggered, "Miroxia is fine as it is, they are making major advancements on the international stage. It would be a shame to let that all drop for a 'Royalist Utopia' which never works."

Ryan Stood Up,

"The PDRS wishes to keep peace and definately wants no harm to it's people, perhaps you can help Miroxia in other, non-violent ways... what will it take, apart from joining your Empire, to get Roland back!?"

"To get Roland back you must go to war against your best NS friend besides Miroxia. Only then will Roland be set free."

"I cannot go to war with anyone! answer me one more question... where is he!?"

"He's been exiled to the place where all unwanted Miroxians go: The dungeon on the remote island of Miroxian Jail Territory!"

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