NationStates Jolt Archive

1800 Hours, Somewhere Over Western Alacea

President Barkove glanced out of his window, miles above the ground. The vast urban metropolis of Csaringrad had given way to the snow capped Covrenic Mountains. An attendent approached him.

"Sir, we'll be arriving in two minutes time."

Barkove nodded to show that she had been heard. He was tired, he'd spent much of the past week awake. Everything from the war raging across Haven to the situation with Northford- and now this meeting with the Cravanians- had forbade his tired eyes from getting any more than one hour's worth of rest at a time. He felt the jet land on the icy runway. Snow. Another damn thing to worry about, he thought as he prepared to exit the plane.

The cold air bit into his skin. The President pulled his coat over himself, rushing to the armored helicopter that would take him to the meeting. The helicopter was camouflaged and sleek, a new model made by a defence contractor known as "Ryvvington". The flight was only about twenty minutes long, but it allowed for the man do gain a few precious moments of slumber.

Upon arriving, the President was escorted to the strange Palace where the conference would be held. He walked briskly into the office he'd be working in. He ordered his three Imperial Marines to wait outside his door. He buzzed for his aids, who came rushing in. They tried to look as proffesional as possible and greeted him warmly. Gordon, with a facade of happiness, returned the favor. He opened the briefcase he'd brought along for the trip. He took several envelopes, and handed each to one of the aids.

"I want these shipped to the respective governments of Cravan, Labhekistan, and Kargucagstan."

In a flash the women were off, wandering-but asking nothing-of what could possibly be inside. Barkove could just make out the Covrenic River on the horizon. Every year it would flood and destroy several communities, but deposit rich loess washed down from the mountains. They were the tides of change.

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Official Imperial Communiqué

The Sovereign Empire of Alacea

To: Cravan, Kargucagstan, Labhekistan
From: Department of Foreign Affairs

For far too long, we have allowed petty differences in culture and ideology rule how we thought and acted with our closest neighbors. We've ignored the prosperity that could've been gained through cooperation, and instead chosen to lead a seperate path.

We cordially invite a representative from each of your respective nations to discuss future trade and military cooperation between our fellow states. Eagerly waiting for your reply,

Thank You,

Joseph Tellico
Department of Foreign Affairs

One-Month Ago

Winter in Kargucagstan was always bitter. Like wolves let loose the chill winds pounded across the plains and through the trees, sliding beguilingly through coats and scarves to caress the unwary flesh. With the breezes, though, came great news from the south. Across the cobblestone walk of the headquarters of the Kargucagstani New People’s Party rolled a sleek gray sedan. Coasting to a stop before the oaken doors of the building, the car paused just long enough to let two figures get out before speeding off into the diffuse yellow glow of downtown Durn. Perched on the slope of one of the Conglomerate’s highest peaks, the capital city was home to many offices and millions of people. It also had within its limits the shadow of a nightmare, the cracked and blackened ground of the Old City.

Two raps on the door of the Party building were enough to draw the attention of the guards, who had retread inside for warmth. Opening it slowly, the men inside verified the identities of those outside. Though rendered mostly useless by the advent of more advanced techniques, the government required visual identification, and the guards were not about to risk being removed from their prestigious positions because of a minor infraction. Satisfied, the door was opened just enough to let the figures through. “May I take your coats, gentlemen?” queried a servant who had briskly appeared. Removing their outer garments took some time, but when all had been carried away remarkably little change was perceptible in the big frames of the men. “The Kyrios is waiting for you,” nodded the elderly butler.

Ascending the exquisitely wrought grand staircase, the two men bantered idly about their troubles and tribulations, more out of habit than true camaraderie. One of the men was Rohskhov Zijkan, Polemarch of the Navy, and the other, Jason Green, Fabricator General of the entire country. Due to their positions, continual contact was almost assured. Reaching the top of the stairs, the men strode briskly down the carpeted corridors until they came to the office of the Kyrios, head of the Party. The slate-faced soldiers outside the room tightened their stance and bared their rifles, prepared for the impossibly unlikely assassination attempt that the elderly officials might make. Sighing, Jason opened the door.

A wash of warm air flowed out, peeling the fatigue from their bones and weight from their shoulders. Inside, sitting in an overstuffed chair by the fire, was Michael Delphi. A short man, Michael was the son of Adrian Delphi, the founder of Kargucagstan, hated dictator, ousted ex-patriot, and eventual reconquerer. It was Adrian that had detonated the nuclear “suitcase bomb” in the Old City. It was Adrian that had lead the brutal purges. It was Adrian that fought tooth and nail for Fascism. It was Michael that taught the people to love their government once again.

“Kyrios,” said Jason in his usual monotone, “a letter addressed to you has been entrusted to my care from the Office of Information. I have it with me now. No doubt you have already been briefed on the email?” Sipping from his wine crystal, Michael nodded lethargically.

“I have seen the email. I assume the letter says the same?”

“Indeed it does,” quipped the Polemarch. Although he had nothing to do with the letter or its request, he had been in the area when it came in and had accompanied the Fabricator General out of curiosity. Having had time to mull over the letter’s contents beforehand, Michael had already reached a verdict.

“Jason, our country is bordered by several nations, and while none is as glorious as our own,” Michael chuckled, “if they were to unite against us we should fall. It would stand, therefore, to our advantage if we entered into some kind of frivolous non-aggression pact or whatever the Sovereign Empire proposes. That way we may earn their trust and their respect, and in the process, drive a wedge between our neighbors to the south.” Smiling slightly, Rohskhov imagined his ortillery biting into the cities of the vulnerable south.
If only, he mused. “Then you shall dispatch an ambassador to this summit?”

“Yes, I think that is in order. I have just the man in mind, too.”

Two days ago

As the date of the conference drew near, other troubles had developed in Kargucagstan. Relations were growing ever tenser with the small republic on the western border of the Conglomerate as the Kyrios hungered for real access to the sea at any cost. Owing to the turbulence of the times, Michael’s first choice diplomat had been reassigned, and his assistant sent in his place. Now, as he watched the ground slide away from behind the windows of the passenger airship, the secretary was hit with just what a massive assignment he had been given.

Offices of the Directorate
One Imperial Square
Laurana, Cravan

"Ma'am, this just came in via diplomatic fax."

The stamped and sealed paper gently floated to the Primary Director's cluttered oak desk, stopping short of touching down as Director Anagrams snatched it up quickly with sharp reflexes. Her dark eyes scanned to and fro on the piece of freshly printed paper, taking in each word and processing it instantaneously.

"So the Alaceans want to get talking.", she observed rather bluntly. "Couldn't hurt one bit, far as I can remember we've been on fair terms with them, albeit mostly neutral despite being neighbors."
"They did voice support for the Questarians in the recent conflict, ma'am..."
"True, but they didn't get involved. That's good enough for me."

Director Anagrams rose from her desk, taking her thick black rimmed glasses from her face and holding them out before her body as she paced carefully. The afternoon sunlight cast shadows from the curtains drawn over the large window which normally offered a grand view of Imperial Square.

"I'm going to have Koslin go ahead and meet with them. There's too much cleaning up to do for myself directly following the war, but sending Koslin out for a diplomatic meeting would be good. We could repair some of our international relations and intiate some more trade to take up the gap the Northfordians left when the war started. That was a lot of craves lost by our domestic firms. It's in the interest of this government to get those companies more foreign market opportunities."

The advisor who had originally delivered the message nodded, his parted brown hair waving about in the breeze of his movement.

"Understood, ma'am, I'll start drawing up travel plans immediately and make arrangements with the Alaceans for a speedy arrival for Director Koslin."
"Good. Get back to me when you have some news on how things go."
"Of course, Madame Director."

As he exited through the large double doors, the Primary Director drew the curtain, letting in a thick ray of sunshine.

"Well, Liz, at least things are returning to normal somewhat.", she remarked to herself. After spending a moment gazing at the city outside her window, she returned to her desk, reviewing proposals for reorganizing and rebuilding the Cravanian military in the months following the Questarian war.

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Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs


The Eastern Havenic Empire is thrilled to accept the Alacean offering of friendship, and as such shall immediately begin preparations to send a representative to the previously mentioned diplomatic summit. Deputy Primary Director David Koslin has accepted the invitation personally, and shall be attending on behalf of the Eastern Havenic Empire.

Travel preparations are underway, and Cravanian travel authorities shall be in contact to coordinate flights in and out of Alacea to transport Sir Koslin. I shall await further response from yourself before giving our diplomatic staff further instruction on how to conduct themselves in Alacea, their accomodations, etc.

I look forward to the future with great pleasure at the prospect of working with yourself more in the future, Mr. Tellico.

Signed,

Sir Leroy Webbings
Leroy Webbings
Director of Foreign Affairs

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The early winter wind whipped fiercely at Sir Koslin's face, his parka barely covering his nose as Old Man Winter reared his ugly head on this cold October day. It had been a few months since the end of the Commonwealth conflict, allowing Koslin to have some alone time as the daily routine had changed back to a sense of normalcy.

Koslin clutched his SA230 ProSport rifle, a prized possession custom made for himself by Sapinian Arms after ascending to the position of Director of GASN. Since that time he had kept the bolt-action hunting rifle in pristine condition, only loading it with its deadly 7.62mm round for only the finest of game. The elk from the highlands of the north were no exception, their large antler racks a prestigious prize among big game hunters of the nation. Koslin owned two sets, and intended on acquiring another sometime this winter. It was early in the season yet and he still had plenty of time to track another down.

The restless wind nearly drowned out the noise of his government-issue cell phone, which began vibrating violently in his breast pocket as a direct encrypted call from Laurana was received. Opening the Epsilon-made phone, he inserted his wireless earpiece into his right ear and sighed heavily at the inconvenience.

"I've specifically asked to not be disturbed while on the hunt.", he said rather plainly, hoping the wind did not drown out his voice. "What is it now?"
"Sir, I'm afraid you'll have to cut your vacation short this week.", came the muffled response. "There's a diplomatic summit occuring in Alacea that Madame Anagrams feels it would be best if you were to attend. We need you back in the capital, and as soon as possible."
"Hmph... Liz better have transport ready for me when I get there, I'd rather not end up screwing around for a day waiting for a ride while I could be out here."
"Preparations are already being made, sir, it shouldn't be long."
"Good, good... If you don't hear from me again in two hours call again, I'm heading back now. Koslin out."

Replacing his earpiece and phone, Director Koslin swore to himself under his breath. He rose from his surprisingly comfortable position, moving down the rough side trail at a slow pace to merge back to the main road from which he had arrived. Using military-issue wireless radios, he made contact with the rest of his hunting party, arranging to meet back at their cabin in approximately forty minutes' time. Koslin trudged on down the snow covered road, knowing full well that upon returning to Laurana he would be enjoying warm late autumn temperatures until finally shipping out to Alacea for the summit.

Koslin clutched his rifle under his arm, stroking the cold steel barrel with one gloved hand. He made a mental note to clean the rifle during the plane ride, something to occupy his time while in transit.

Tag for post later, leaving now.

0800 Hours, Kelstov Palace, Covren

Barkove sat in the office, dozing off and occasionally inspecting with the various antiques around him, the glittering Polar Bear skin and assorted vases. Even a silver Cravanian falcon was in the corner, next to an oak grandfather clock. All was silent besides the methodically ticking of the clock and an occasional car horn from the city streets.

A progector from overhead sprung to life, and a holographic image of Joseph Tellico appeared. Barkove jumped.

"Hello Joseph. This was a nice surprise," he said, nodding at the curious device. "I didn't know you had Queenston install these things yet."

"Yes, they're quite advanced, I'll have to agree."

"But we have more important subjects to discuss. What has the response to our communication been thus far?"

"The Cravanians are sending in their finest. Deputy Director Koslin, if I recall correctly. As for the Kargs, they've yet to send a formal response, but we expect that they'll be sending someone over. Check your fax, I'm sending you a copy of the letter as we speak. Apart from this, there's not much else to discuss."

"Good day then, Mr. Tellico.

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2000 Hours, Vaalstok International Airport, Covren

The scene in the airport was anything but organized. Machinery hurtled things from place to place as staff frantically readied the building for presentation. The Alaceans were going to far lengths to ensure that their guests were impressed and well attended to. The building was spotless and sparkling fountains and statues of heroes from the attending nations filled the halls. A large Cravanian and Kargucagstani flag flew below the ever larger Alacean one. Rumors of the meeting had leaked throughout the city, and many Cravanian-Alaceans had showed their pride by fixing the banner to the backs of their vehicles. Andrew Cooper, Marine, kept his face as stoic as he could in the chilling air as he "guarded" the runway with the rest of his unit, awaiting their visitors' arrival. His mind raced with annoyance, but he dared not show the slightest form of discontent. After all, he didn't want the Commander jumping down his throat. In a few hours time, hopefully carrying the two leaders he was enduring this misery for.

The murmur of the zeppelin’s engines was having a very calming effect on the Party’s diplomat. He struggled to stay awake as he pored through the dataslate he had collected before he left. English was not a native language to Kargucagstanis, so the ambassador had to brush up. “Hello,” he started, stressing his “h’s”, “my name is Deisk Frot.” Shaking his head, he scrolled the wheel on the slate down to the more complex material. “Hello, I wish to invade your country.” Not quite, but as he was closer now, he continued to scroll. “Hello. I want to be close allies with your country.” It still sounded odd to him, but he guessed it would work out.

They had left Kargucagstani airspace a little over an hour ago, crossing with some difficulty into the Sovereign Empire of Alacea. The foreigners were perfectly happy to allow the civilian ship into their airspace, but the border guards on the fascist side were not so much. Travel outside Kargucagstan was not common. In fact, it was outlawed, but an exception had been made for this trip, provided the commissar, the New People’s Party political watchdog assigned to Deisk stayed nearby. Now, as the wind wafted past the airship, it changed course for the northern Alacean city of Matichora. As had been previously arranged, the ambassador would switch to a faster mode of transport there, a private courier hired by the Sovereign government. All had been arranged in a message sent to the Alaceans confirming Party interest in the meeting, before the ship even left the ground.

Koslin raised his rifle to his shoulder, the scope of the ProSport glistening off the reflected sunlight radiating from the snow. Gently, he clicked his safety into the rear position, and brought his trigger finger forward into the guard. Softly pressing back, he counted down from five, holding the crosshair over the massive creature's left shoulder.

Five...

Squeezing slightly harder, a bead of sweat trickled down from his forehead, running down his unshaven cheek. He ignored it, concentrating at the bounty to be collected.

Four...

His breathing became heavier, his breaths spread further apart even in these few seconds which were ticking away like eternities.

Three...

The entire point of squeezing the trigger while counting down was simple: to keep himself from jerking back when pulling the trigger and ensure that the firearm's discharge was a surprise. It had worked, the 7.62mm round leaving the chamber with a forceful crack. And just as it did, Koslin jerked awake, sitting in a leather reclining chair. Imperial Two had hit turbulence.

Groggily he rubbed his eyes, looking across the aisle to an accompanying aide by the name of Bill Madison.

"Billy, how long've I been out?"
"About twenty minutes, sir."
"How long to go?"
"Just barely an hour left in the air, sir."

Koslin rose from his chair, brushing off his suit and stroking his freshly clean-shaven chin.

"Better get to reviewing a bit, then.", he said casually, sitting back down and taking up his reading glasses. He carefully sifted through file after file on the involved nations, noting similarities between Alacea and the Empire.

"The Alaceans may yet be great allies to us.", he remarked. After a few minutes, however, his face contorted to an expression of confusion. "There's very little info here about Kargucagstan... Very little."
"The Kargucagstanis are very... Reclusive.", Madison explained. "I chose to do a report on them in my foreign politics class junior year at university... Let's just say I didn't get all that much and had to reuse a lot of my sources."

Koslin lowered the files, allowing only his dark eyes to show above the paper.

"Summarize them in five words.", he said. Although the Deputy Primary Director, Koslin actually had little experience with the countries directly neighboring his homeland. He could easily recant every event in Northfordian or Illiorian or even Aequatian history in relations with the Empire, but he knew very little of these three neighboring nations, other than the Alaceans who had proven to be near ideological equals over the years.

"Isolationist, collectivist, oppressive, tight-lipped, self-centered."
"For the glory of the party?"
"Very much so."

Koslin sighed. He had dealt with these types before. He made a mental note to be wary in dealing with the Kargucagstani representative, then returned to reading his notes.

"How long until we're in Alacea?", he asked from behind the paper.
"Alacean airspace? About twenty minutes. At their airport? Ten minutes less than the last time you asked me, sir."

Koslin rose from his seat, stretching. Glancing out the window he could see the escorting flight of two CF3 Opinicus air superiority fighters. They would break off at the Alacean border, and leave the escort duties up to an Alacean air flight if the Alaceans so chose to take up the slack.

"Then I'm going to grab myself a scotch. I can walk it off when we get there."
"Yes, sir.", Madison responded with a wry smile. "I'll keep myself away from it. The others are on the floor below in their quarters sleeping, you might as well have one aide who's sober and awake."

2155 Vladimir Lenin Square
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Augustgrad, Labhekistan

Sergei Kamenev unlocked his office they way he did every morning, pushing the mahogany door open and shutting it behind him softly. He opened the blinds which shielded his spacious office from the rest of the floor and hund up his coat on the rack. Sipping his coffee from a styrofoam cup, Sergei powered up his computer for the first time of the day. Unlike his usual routine, Sergei did not open the windows to allow in a cool breeze. Augustgrad was in the midst of Labhekistan's icy winter, and he turned up the heat instead, rubbing his hands together.

Stroking his goatee softly, Sergei strode over to the fax machine which rested against a desk on the far wall. The fax machine was reserved for diplomatic communiques, and Sergei checked it every morning when he entered as part of his normal routine. This morning, there was a single sheet of paper sitting in the tray. Sergei picked up the poaper and let his eyes drift over the words.


Official Imperial Communiqué

The Sovereign Empire of Alacea


To: Cravan, Kargucagstan, Labhekistan
From: Department of Foreign Affairs

For far too long, we have allowed petty differences in culture and ideology rule how we thought and acted with our closest neighbors. We've ignored the prosperity that could've been gained through cooperation, and instead chosen to lead a seperate path.

We cordially invite a representative from each of your respective nations to discuss future trade and military cooperation between our fellow states. Eagerly waiting for your reply,

Thank You,

Joseph Tellico
Department of Foreign Affairs


After reading the message, Sergei set the paper down on his desk. He opened the door and peered out into the hallway where his secratary was just coming in.

"Fanya," he called to his secratary, "it appears the Alaceans have invited us to a diplomatic meeting. Please inform the Prime Minister that I will be personnally attending. Also, could you please call Augustgrad Executive Airport and inform them that I need a diplomatic flight booked for departure at noon? I have to go draft a reply."

"I'll get right on it," replied his secratary, sitting at her desk.

Sergei went back and sat in front of his computer, beginning to type a response.

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To: Alacea, Department of Foreign Affairs
From: Labhekistan, Ministry of Foreign Affairs

We thank you for inviting us to this meeting of diplomacy. We too wish to convene with our closet neighbors on the matters of defense and economics, as we have had little opportunity to do so in the past. I shall depart shortly, and I look forward to seeing the representatives of all our nations there.

Kind regards,

Sergei Kamenev
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Labhekistan

A light drizzle was drifting over the tarmac at Covren’s main airport. The wind had momentarily halted, only to be replaced by the wash of landing propeller craft. One such vehicle bore the Kargucagstani diplomatic party. The twin-engined luxury plane taxied off the tarmac and past the various terminals, dwarfed by the looming white airliners across the grassy center island. Much to the annoyance of the diplomats, their scheduled meeting place with their drivers was on the opposite side of the airport.

In the back of the mid-sized plane Deisk sat and stared at the commissar. A small, dapper-looking fellow, the political officer attempted to find something, anything, to keep from staring back. Both were dressed in light brown suits with the lapel pins and various meaningless medals that were assured in their positions. “This should prove interesting,” said Deisk, trying to strike up conversation. The two had spoken little in the long flight from Durn to the border, and even less when they entered the company of the Alaceans. One of them sat in the back of the airplane, trying his best to please his important visitors. Deisk guessed he was the owner of the chartering company. Typical capitalist, he sneered to himself.

“Yes, it should,” responded the commissar.

“I do hope you enjoy your stay here, Ambassador,” beamed the jovial Alacean. He had said the same thing at least three times since landing in Covren, despite the fact that the Kargucagstanis spoke their own native Roth and not English. They stopped talking again, but did not have long to wait before the craft decelerated to a gentle stop. “I guess we’re here,” said the owner. Stepping out of the plane the diplomats descended the ramp to the tarmac. Outside stood an unusual car design that neither of them had seen before. It was long and black and had many windows in it, looking almost like a regular car with another added in the center. It was idling rather close to the wing, so the commissar and the ambassador did not have far to walk, but when they went to open the doors to the automobile, they found themselves stopped.

“Ah, Ambassador Frot!” A tall man turned and trotted towards the pair. He was swiftly followed by a contingent of soldiers. “I’m so happy to see you arrived. I trust you had a safe journey?” Taking the offered hand, Deisk responded.

“Yes, we had a very good flight, thank you. I am very pleased to meet you. What is your name?” Taken about by Frot’s heavy accent and slightly odd choice of words, the tall Alacean took a moment to introduce himself. After a moment of awkward pleasantries, the duo was interrupted by the commissar, who made it clear without speaking a word that time was of the essence. Agreeing, they all climbed into the car and rolled towards the meeting.

2100 Hours, Alacean/Cravanian Border

Two Raven Class (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eurofighter_Typhoon) fighters glistened in the air, like their namesake. They were to rendevous with the Cravanian plane in the area, and escort it to Covren, where they were to then split and return to base.

"So that's the Cravanian Director, Jonston?" Boomed the Pilot over the radio.

"I'm pretty sure. I wish they'd give us a little more damn information."

"Tell me about it."

The three figures approached Covren, and the two fighters veered around and set their destination for home. The Cravanians had arrived.

The plane screeched to a halt on the wintery tarmac, and the foreigners bustled out. An Alacean ambassador awaited the travelers as soon as they stepped off of their jet, the group of marines in the background. If they were colored gray, one might've mistaken them for some form of monument.

"Welcome to Alacea, gentlemen. I'm Ambassador Frederick Gunman, but I'm afraid we're running slightly behind schedule. We'll have to formally meet on the chopper," he said, beckoning to the helicopter.

A marine opened the door, and the men were off. The helicopter dissapeared into the distance, to accomplish god knows what.

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2105 Hours, Kelstov Palace, Covren

Gordon had started to doze off again, when a secretary stuck her head in the door.

"Sir, the Kargucagstanis have arrived," she said.

"Have the guards bring them to the conference room," he said, without looking at her. Gordon took a last gulp of his coffee, he was going to need it.

Gordon and his team of diplomats walked into the warm room, with a large central table and high ceilings. A cackling fire on one side of the room faced a large window, displaying the glistening city. He sat down, and a few moments later a group of cold, emotionless men entered the room. The Kargs, he thought silently. Typical Communists. He showed none of his true feelings in his gaze though, as he quickly got up to meet his northern neighbor. He extended his hand.

"Hello, Mr. Commissar, and welcome to Alacea. As you probably know, I'm President Gordon Barkove." He was loud and confident. He waited for his guests to respond.

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Official Imperial Communiqué

The Sovereign Empire of Alacea

To: Cravan, Kargucagstan, Labhekistan
From: Department of Foreign Affairs

We would like to thank you all for attending our conference. Looking forward to years of peace,

Thank You,

Joseph Tellico
Department of Foreign Affairs

21 Kilometers Southwest of the Labhekistan-Alacea Border

Sergei Kamenev typed absent-mindedly on his laptop, gazing for a moment at the icy waters of the South Sea which were barely visible in the distance. The interior of the sleek Sukhoi-Gulfstream S-21 was lavishly decorated with leather furniture and rosewood trim. Although Sergei scarcely noticed, the trim jet was cruising at nearly Mach 2. It certainly made for a short trip, as big as Labhekistan was.

Sergei was more concerned about being late for the conference than the nuances of the supersonic business jet. He scowled out the window, as if it would make the trip go by faster. His thoughts were disrupted by the Undersecratary of Foreign Affairs a moment later.

"Sergei, said Nikolai, "our pilot wishes me to inform you that we will be crossing the border shortly. He will be in contact with Alacean air traffic control momentarily."

"Very good," said Sergei, "wouldn't make a very good impression if we were late, would it."

He glanced out the window one last time, and then closed his eyes, sitting back in the chair.

"Wake me when we arrive."

The Cravanian party was ushered into the helicopter rather unceremoniously, however it was perfectly understandable considering the circumstances. One party had already arrived, and it was expected that the Alaceans would want the meeting to get on track as fast as possible.

"'Lo, Mr. Gunman.", Koslin shouted over the roar of the rotors into his headset as the helicopter cruised over the wintry treetops while extending his hand to the Alacean ambassador sitting opposite himself. "Director Koslin at your service. Pleasure to make your acquaintence."

Koslin's aide, Bill Madison, watched from the window as the helicopter continued on its direct route to the location of the meeting, shivering as a chill drifted down his spine from his head to his toes. He rubbed his gloved hands together, stuffing them into his black pea coat as he tried to lean back and relax. Sitting across from himself was an Imperial Guardsman who had accompanied Koslin on the trip, dressed in a nondescript business suit and appearing as if he were any other aide or other diplomatic staff member. The Guardsman's eyes remained in motion, never once settling on one point for too long.

Damn Imperial Guardsmen... Creep me out all the fecking time., Madison thought to himself as he turned his attention back out the window. The other Cravanian staff and Alacean crew seemed to continue the ride in silence, or relative silence considering the noise of the beating rotors. Wonder how long till we're on solid ground again. Damn I'm cold.

The commissar took President Barkove’s hand and shook, smiling his best. It seemed like the president was waiting for the political officer to say something. “Thank you for your greeting, President,” stepped in Deisk. “I am Ambassador Frot. This,” he gestured to the commissar, “is the representative of the New People’s Party, Commissar Lynch.” Lynch released the Alacean leader’s hand so Deisk could properly greet the dignitary. “Alacea is a beautiful country you have, Mr. President,” Deisk announced. Barkove made a modest reply and bade his guests to sit at the table, a wish they gladly obeyed. True negotiations would have to wait until all parties arrived, which the Alacean president assured the Fascists would be soon, so for now only pleasantries and vague, threat-like jokes were exchanged.

2120 Hours, Somewhere Above Covren

If Gunman hadn't been surrounded by other people, he would've hung his head in shame. His number one priority, when he recieved this assignment, was to ensure the Cravanians were impressed. He hadn't anticipated that the Cravanians would've been late, but he'd failed to find an alternative method of transport for his guests, and he knew it would cost him his job. He did know, at least, that upon arriving at the Palace, the immense beauty would ensure a good deal of oohs and aahs on the part of his guests.

The rest of the helicopter ride was very uneventful, and the chopper landed just in front of the conference building, set with a snowy ground and a nightime horizon. The snow was now knee high outside of the walkway, which was precipitation free.

"Here we are," Gunman said, an air of intelligence about him.

The group hustled out of the vehicle and briskly walked towards the Palace. Two men in uniform opened the door. More bloody marines, Gunman thought. Do they think a terrorist is hiding in Koslin's briefcase? Upon the opening of the immense door, a gust of warmth bustled through the opening, eagerly escaping the confines of the building. The place had to be a good seventy degrees higher than the bone chilling 10 degrees outside. A great fire seperated two gargantuan, paralell curved staircases.

"This way," Gunman beckoned.

After a good deal of effort, they were up. The ambassador took the party left and led them down a bright hallway, with a high glass ceiling. He stopped, and opened the door. The President and various Kargucagstanis were already waiting.

"Gentlemen," he said, ushering in the Cravanians.

They filed in and took their seat. Several crackles of small talk filled the room, the air was lighter now that the Alacean's friendly northwestern neighbors had arrived. Now, to wait...

2120 Hours, Approaching Vaalstok International Airport

The men in the airtraffic control tower were ready to fall asleep. Many had been been awake since this same time yesterday. A russian sounding voice cackled to life over the radio.

"This is S-21 to Airtraffic Control, requesting permission to land. Over."

"This is Airtraffic control, permission granted, Over."

The Labhekistani plane began to skid along the tarmac, eventually grinding to a halt. As the passengers spilled out, another representative greeted them, with, to no surprise, more marines. The women extended her tan hand, she was obviously of Verican descent.

"Hello, and welcome to Covren. I hope you enjoyed your flight. My name is Isabella Marvelli, and I shall be escorting your party to the conference." She listened to the representative's dull formal reply, as is standard in diplomacy, and led the way to another helicopter, this one far newer, and made to carry civillians. After a warm comfortable ride, they were at Kelstov, and hopped out of their flying bastion. They shuddered and braced themselves against the freezing cold, and saw the same starry beauty the Cravanians had enjoyed on their way to the conference. They pushed open the door to find the room full of the quietly chattering diplomats. The room was full, and now it was time to begin.

((OOC: Alacea asked me to get the meeting started since I'm the largest nation present, so 'ere we go.))

Greetings were exchanged, pleasantries had, and now it was down to business. Koslin had been briefed on the plane ride that, as the representative of the largest nation present at the summit, he was asked to present the business at hand and kick the meeting into gear. He cleared his throat from his seat, nodding to one of his female aides as she handed him a folder.

"Good afternoon, everyone.", he began. "I'd like to thank our Alacean hosts for calling this meeting, as our nations have been silent towards one another for far too long."

Koslin shuffled through a pile of papers he removed from the folder while resting his reading glasses on his sharp nose.

"Our first order of bussiness, I would believe, would be the establishment of formal diplomatic relations and the promotion of trade and commerce between our nations. Now, as I have been briefed both Labhekistan and Kargucagstan employ command economies, but I am sure we can come to some agreeable middleground and overcome these economic differences."

Koslin flashed a quick look of suspicion to his Alacean counterpart, noting he felt his previous statement was of dubious nature. Koslin had dealt with socialists on numerous occasions, and had not seen eye to eye with one of them on almost any matter.

"How we can come about such an agreement, however, is why we are here today, as I myself am unsure exactly what terms would be desirable to all parties."

He stopped himself, opening the floor for further discussion while silently reviewing his notes further.

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Offices of the Directorate
One Imperial Square
Laurana, Cravan

Anagrams stood at the large window that sat behind her desk, clutching a cup of tea in her hands, its deep aroma filling her nostrils. The cold autumn night outside was peaceful, a light rain pattering down upon the glass and leaving streaks of water flowing downwards. The streetlights outside shone dimly on the city streets as cars dashed to and fro, their bright headlights and vivid red tailights dancing across her field of view. The last rays of sunlight for the day peeked over the horizon, through the cracks of skyscrapers and leaving shadows as dusk fell upon Laurana. The lights of Imperial Square flickered to life, the massive fountain in the center of the square erupting in bright light as the timers registered the sun's departure.

"Ma'am.", she heard from behind in the dark room. Turning around, she found the petite silhouette of her secretary, Tiffany Sterlingson. Her small frame cast shadows from the light of the outer office and hallway, the faint sounds of phones and faxes and other normal office activity filtering their way to Elizabeth's office. They resonated off of the wood paneling, bringing the Primary Director back to reality.

"Yes, Tiffany?", she asked her secretary, concerned at her unannounced entry.
"Sir Koslin has arrived at the meeting safely.", she reported. "It's begun just now, and we'll probably have another report later tonight."
"Leave it on my desk in the morning.", Director Anagrams replied. "And take off the rest of the night, it's almost seven."
"Yes, ma'am.", Sterlingson replied. "Thank you. I'll see you tomorrow morning."
"See you tomorrow.", Elizabeth replied, smiling slightly. The door closed again, the only illumination in the room coming from the computer monitor and from the coffee table mounted touchscreen display that was currently running idle, nothing to display for the empty chairs that sat before it. Peace fell upon the office again, the only sound being the soft patter that was the falling rain.

"Let's hope Dave gets a good deal going. We could use some more markets opened up to our domestic firms.", Anagrams remarked to herself before taking another sip from her now cooled tea.

Sergei Kamenev smiled at the Cravanian diplomat's statement and waited until he was finished so as to not interrupt him.

"I'm afraid you are mistaken in that regard, Mr. Koslin," he said. "While Labhekistan employs some aspects of both socialism and democracy, the majority of our economy is centered around a "market economy" type of system. While not being capitalism as you understand it, we feel it is the most efficient way to enable free trade without imposing penalties on our economic system."

Sergei paused for a moment to see if the other delegates understood. He flipped through his pages of notes and read briefly before continuing.

"Certain aspects of the Labhekistani economy are a free market, such as industry, or agriculture, for example, although some aspects of each system are regulated by the government to ensure that the needs of the people are met. Other parts of the economy, such as healthcare, or education, are controlled and regulated by the government. It can be confusing to non-Labhekistanis, but I do not belive it will impede our ability to promote trade and commerce with each of your nations."

"Hopefully I've covered that," said Sergei with a smile and a quick laugh, trying to relieve the obvious tension in the room.

"Like you, Mr. Koslin, I believe that trade and commerce could be a very important aspect of our relations with each of your nations, as well as diplomatic relations. I hope our differeing forms of government will not be an obstacle in this regard." With that, he closed his small book of notes and pulled several folders from his bag, waiting for the next delegate to speak.

Barkove cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Whereas we have difficulty admitting our own system's faults, the continued debate over the subject would't bring our nations any further, would it? One thing is clear: we have far too much of an economic advantage to waste on petty ideological differences. We are, in a strange form, 'next-door neighbors'. The lowering of tariffs is not nearly enough action to recieve notable progress. Major Alacean cities are connected by a series of monorails and underground tunnels operated by the corporation Transtech. I believe that we, as neighbors, must encourage the furthered development of our domestic economies to push beyond our nearest borders." He paused for a moment, catching his breath.

"Trade, at all costs, must be supported. A series of international highways and sea routes would provide an easy window for commerce, without neccessarily threatening national sovereignty. In addition, we all have something to bring to the table. Recourses plentiful to one of us may be in short supply to another. I have summed up Alacea's ideas here," he said, signaling his aids to begin to pass out several files. The room was silent aside from the noises emitted from the towering fire as the Alacean President awaited a response.

Deisk bit his lip. The meeting had already erupted in debate, but that was to be expected given the wildly differing systems of governance present. Still, as his superiors had made abundantly clear, this summit was too important to immediately give up on. Leaning back in his chair, Deisk conversed in a low whisper with Lynch, who was sitting just over his shoulder, as the others continued to talk. The commissar was watching every action for the benefit of the People. After some moments, the Kargucagstani ambassador spoke up.

“This issue is complicated,” he stressed, placing special emphasis on the last word. “Dangerous things can be transported via these, these… what is the proper term I am using? Transportation systems, yes. Dangerous to the welfare of the People and the State. Strict regulating would have to be in place. Of course, perhaps we should first, before discussing these things, define the purpose of this meeting.”

Lynch whispered something else to Deisk, who nodded. “The New People’s Party’s goals here are to, first of all points, create a lasting peace between our… strengthy peoples, that we will walk into the future with proudly. Second, economics must be discussed. Perhaps yes, a mass transit system for the delivery of goods, similar to the one built in Doomingsland.” The other diplomats were silent for a moment as they tried to decipher what their northern neighbor had said.

Sergei nodded at the Kargucagstani diplomat. He pondered for a moment, considering what Mr. Deisk had said. Although he regarded the Alacean and Cravanian diplomats with a degree of mistrust, Sergei identified with the Kargucagstani.

Clearing his throat, Sergei waited for silence in the room before he began to speak. "First, I must apologize for instigating this debate, I do not wish to impede the diplomatic process. However, something has occured to me. Perhaps we are getting ahead of ourselves," he said, reviewing what had been said earlier. "I believe it would be in our best interests to work out trade agreements between each of our nations, rather than beginning with a mass transit system. Such as system would have no reason to exist without any pre-existing agreements between our nations."

"I propose that we establish a trade agreement with terms favourable to each of our nations as the first action of this diplomatic meeting."

With that, he stopped, and waited for what he had said to sink in around the room.

Barkove began to break the silence.

"What my Labhekistani friend is implying is all too true. We must take small steps towards progress, building up the foundation of our new expanded economies. I believe the best thing to start with would be a massive lowering of tariffs and reducing unfair laws strengthening the chains restraining foreign companies from expanding. The Alacean Senate could have such legislation passed very quickly. We must still mantain trade security, but must realize that this can coexist with an international economy. From there, a international mass-transit and trade system could be built, for those who would allow it." Gordon shot a quick, suspicious look at the Commissar.

"Well other than nations the Empire is unfriendly with we're generally very lax on trade laws and regulations.", Koslin observed fairly neutrally. "There are currently no tariffs in place on foreign trade, and foreign businesses are more than welcome to set up shop domestically assuming they can get a foothold and elbow their way into the market while abiding by all of our laws, the latter of which isn't too hard to do. The former might be easier for some less in demand industries, but as for others such as the information technology market it'd be very difficult for a foreign company with little knowledge of the Empire's laws to elbow its way into the market successfully."

Koslin adjusted his position in his seat, leaning back slightly to make himself more comfortable.

"Although technically a corporation from any nation here could come in and set up shop assuming those coming in passed customs inspections and gained the proper certification to open up shop, we could easily sign a pact making it official in the eyes of the other nations represented here.", he offered, removing his glasses and toying with them in one hand while leaving his other open to gesticulate as he spoke. "Of course any trade between our nations would be regulated as per the receiving nation's laws as well as our own, since I'm sure what may be legal in Cravan is not legal in all other nations."

“A mass transit system has good and bad sides. First,” Deisk counted off, “let us look at the good side. It brings economic growth to all parties, it facilitates travel between our countries, and it can bring relief should a disaster strike. Of course, you must realize,” he shot a glance at the Cravanians and Alaceans, “that our country is not like yours, and some of those good things are actually negative. I’m sure Labhekistan understands.” Shifting his weight, Deisk continued. “For an example of what I mean, look at economic growth. In most cases, this means privatized capitalist companies seeking gain at the expense of the poor and the downtrodden. This obviously cannot be allowed to happen, if only on moral grounds.”

The other diplomats were showing varying degrees of interest. Commissar Lynch had pulled a manila folder from his overcoat and was thumbing through it as Deisk continued. “Also, we should be looking at facilitating travel. This is entirely unacceptable. Our borders are sacrosanct, and leaving them is not only abhorrent to the people of Kargucagstan, but it is also a grave security risk. And we are more than capable of supporting ourselves in emergencies, so there really are no advantages for the New People’s Party here.” Lynch spoke briefly with the ambassador in Roth, who then turned back to the assemblage.

“However, as it would benefit your nations and as a sign of good will, we are willing to allow the construction of a standard-gauge rail between Cravan, Kargucagstan, and Alacea, with extensions moving south into Labhekistan, provided that the New People’s Party has the right to use the military to inspect the cargo being carried at any time, anywhere along the line.”

"I assume you mean the right to inspect cargo in your own sovereign territory?", Koslin inquired, his tone of voice remaining neutral and free of hostility yet with an air of arrogance about it. "If this is the case, it is more than acceptable as parties granted access to the Kargucagstani stretch of railway would be inspected prior to moving into your territory in accordance with Kargucagstani laws and regulations, and would be expected to comply with all requests of your government when in Kargucagstani territory."

Koslin cleared his throat, and having since replaced his glasses onto his face and tilted his head downwards so as to put his eyes over his spectacles. He brought his dark eyes to bear to the Kargucagstani delegation, making direct eye contact Deisk to make himself entirely clear.

"If, however, you expect the right to use the Kargucagstani military to inspect cargo throughout the entire railway, this is unacceptable. I cannot speak for the other nations represented at this table, but the sovereign territory of the Eastern Havenic Empire is under the jurisdiction of His Imperial Majesty's government and His Imperial Majesty's government alone. If contacted on the matter of inspecting a specific locomotive by the Kargucagstani government we would be willing to cooperate and inspect the locomotive in question, in accordance with our own laws and regulations however with respect to Kargucagstani law. At no time will Kargucagstani troops be permitted to freely stop and inspect any rail traffic inside the Eastern Havenic Empire's sphere of influence at their own discretion, and it is doubtful Kargucagstani troops would be allowed onto Imperial territory without proper clearances and a clearly declared state of intent for the stay, as well as an escort provided by His Imperial Majesty's Armed Forces."

Koslin leaned back in his chair, tilting his head upwards slightly as he awaited a response.

Lynch himself spoke now. “Director Koslin, Ambassador Frot made the position of the Kargucagstani government perfectly clear. The right to inspect incoming articles is critically important. If a bomb or weapons was to be loaded onto the train somewhere in foreign territory, it could be offloaded well before the train reached the Kargucagstani border. Keep in mind that the New People’s Party has no need of any assistance from you, and this is merely a concession towards the establishment of peace. Surely you would not endanger that?” The commissar smiled smugly and ceded the floor to Deisk, who picked up where Lynch left off.

“Let us not be so extreme,” he cautioned, “for there must be a compromise that we can be finding. Perhaps special inspection units, comprised of multi-national personnel could be assembled for this task? Of course, this would cost untold amounts of money on top of the enormous amount it would take to build this railway in the first of place.”

The Alacean looked at Koslin. "Most everything is legal is Alacea. Cravan and the Sovereign Empire are the spitting image of each other, ideologically. We both adhere to Libertarian principles and practices. We have no trade taxes on neutral or friendly nations, but a considerable fine for commerce heading for regions with tense feelings towards our nations." Barkove took a swig of water and continued.

"As for Kargucagstanis inspecting Alacean cargo, this is totally unacceptable. The Alacean people would see this as nothing more than a powertrip or an extreme case of paranoia, and in the Sovereign Empire, we as the government are the people." The President emphasized the word "paranoia". "Feel welcome to inspect freight just along the Alacean/Kargucagstani border, but NO foreign power will be given charge over any aspect of the Alacean economy."

Of course peace is important., Koslin thought to himself. But so is remaining strong to the ideals and principles of the Empire's constitution.

"As you suggested, a multi-national organization for inspection could be established. However, this would be costly.", Koslin remarked, repeating Deisk's points. "As your colleague said, a bomb or other form of dangerous cargo could be loaded on and off a train before it reached the Kargucagstani border. Which leads me to ask, why exactly would Kargucagstan particularly care about such an event if the bomb was offloaded before it reached your border? It would be an internal affair of the Eastern Havenic Empire, and thusly would be handled by our own security forces. As you said yourself, your nation does not need outside assistance in security and supporting yourselves. What makes you so sure we are in equal need of such assistance?"

Koslin hid his own smug smile, holding his cards close to home as he eyed up his Kargucagstani equal through his square spectacles. The chips were on the table, the bets made. Now was the time to wipe the table clean and take the confident smile straight from the commissar's face. Koslin would not give an inch if it meant compromising the security and sovereignty of the Empire to a band of fascist reds.

"As my Alacean counterpart pointed out, our positions stand rather firmly."

Your move.

Sergei nodded at the Cravanian diplomat. "I must agree," he said, pausing to collect his thoughts for a moment, "we would gladly allow trade, whether by rail or otherwise, provided that we are able to inspect any cargo that enters our nation. I'm not implying that we doubt the abilities of your personnel, but it is simply a matter of security, one that we take quite seriously."

Sergei searched for a middle ground, trying to retain the progress that had been made so far. "I propose a multinational trade system centered around rail and trans-oceanic commerce between our nations, provided that each nation will retain the right to inspect any foreign goods that arrive on their territory." He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a thick dossier after he finished speaking. "The Labhekistan Ministry of Foreign Affairs had drafted several proposals on the topics of trade and commerce, although they are a but a small aspect of our overall objectives of this meeting. I hope we can reach a compromise between our nations which can be mutually beneficial for all of us."

Pausing for a breath, Sergei retrieved a bottle of water from his bag and twisted off the cap, waiting for a reply.

Gordon sighed before moving on. "Gentlemen, it seems that no agreement suiting every need of each of our individual governments, so this topic must be placed in the back of our agenda for now. I believe it is safe to say that we have agreed upon the abolishment of tariffs and trade taxes, and the long term construction of a large rail and sea based transit system, am I correct in saying so?" Gordon shot a quick glance around the room before continuing.

"The next matter of importance on our query is defence. Primarily, Alacean interest is in the semi-integration of our defensive network, Virtus, and the Cravanian Project Divine Shield, along with any Kargucagstani or Labhekistani developments. If such systems were coordinated, strategic space based defence could be improved and our coordinated efforts could be used to thwart invasion of any of the nations attending these accords. Also on the list is the initiation of a new military pact, or alliance. It would contain a mutual defence agreement, as well as a contract describing how conflicts fought over our interests abroad should be coordinated. I will go into more detail later in the conference." Waving his hand at his team of assistants, folders detailing the proposed document were passed around the table.

Lynch accepted the folder from the assistant, thumbing through it with interest. The mass transit system was very difficult to configure and would require much thought, perhaps even a recess and a secure call to the Party headquarters in Durn, but this defense pact was much simpler. In fact, the Kargucagstani diplomatic team had been given very specific instructions on the matter.

“Yes, yes… the Party would interested in just such a thing as this. While we cannot disclose the full extent of our trans-orbital initiative, we can safetly say it is extensive. But, that is not to say that it is impenetrable. With the cooperation of the Alacean, Cravanian and Labhekistanian forces, we could form a defensive shield over all of eastern Haven.”

“Of course,” Deisk chimed in, “a full review of past military choices and, um, what is the word… decisions! Yes, decisions, would be in order. If any of our various nations were to have an opposite response to a crisis as another, the defense pact would be useless.”

"Our government would of course be interested in some sort of SDI defense agreement.", Koslin remarked, changing his tone further to go along with the change in topic. "The Empire has had a run-in with the use of nuclear weaponry in the past... It was a rather devastating attack, however luckily many more deaths were averted thanks to Divine Shield."

Koslin cleared his throat, straightening up in his chair and shuffling through a different envelope of information, more relevant to the new topic.

"The Empire has always held a policy of proportionate response in dealing with weapons of mass destruction, managed from one of several command centers around the Empire in case of a decapitation strike. We've been fairly well prepared for the situation ever since the British Londinium/Nova Brittanica incident some years ago."

Sergei Kamenev opened the folder and glanced at its contents as the Cravanian diplomat spoke. He nodded his head, knowing that the Labhekistani government had made mutual defense, as well as the augumentation of Labhekistan's defense network.

"I believe that this is something that we can all agree on," he began. "The Labhekistan Strategic Defense Arm currently maintains a well equipped anti-ballistic missile shield, although it is not as refined as, say, Divine Shield, for example. We are currently working to integrate our anti-ballistic missile shield with our offensive strategic weaponry in a system such as Divine Shield, although this has not been accomplished thus far."

"However, he began agaim, "I belive we must expand this topic from the integration of our defensive networks to mutual defense as a whole. Would it not be such a jump from integrating our networks to truly establishing an organization for the mutual defense of all our nations?"

“Mr. Kamenev is right, this could be parlayed to a mutual defense pact, which is perhaps the most important aspect of this meeting.” Lynch sat back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. “As with everything else presented in this conference, there are catches. A system similar to the United Nations would not work, but perhaps just an agreement to come to each other’s aid would be more in order.”

“We also have to face the facts,” he said, “about our economic situations. The Sovereign Empire and the Eastern Havenic Empire are selling, and the Democratic Socialist Union and the New People’s Party are buying. I speak on behalf of the Kyrios in saying that the People require large supplies of uranium, a resource we sadly lack, from at least one of our neighbors, in order to keep our nuclear program in top tiers. We can offer many things in exchange, including cheap oil and coal, along with lumber and other such things. Keeping this in mind, an economic forum would be called for. A neutral market, if you would.”

"I agree we must include some form of agreement along with this integration. Perhaps the said pact should have a name? The floor is open for suggestions." Barkove shuffled some papers on the desk before speaking again.

"As for uranium, my friend, you're in luck. In various locations in the northeastern portion of Alacea, quite near our border if I recall, the land is rich with minerals, on of such being uranium. In return, the Alacean economy needs a steady arm of manufacturing. Do you think the people would allow this?" He furrowed his brow inquisitively at the last sentence, awaiting his reply. "We also have plentiful supplies of oil, more than enough to be self-sufficient and export somwhere around 15 million barrels every day. We would love to shift these exports to more local customers to increase profit. Many Alacean cars run on fuel cell stacks, thanks to of trillions of dracos spent in research over the years."

“Oil is, of course, not Kargucagstan’s only resource for export. The Kyrios has generously provided iron ore, boron, and aluminum in industrial quantities for export, along with natural gas, zinc and tungsten, among other things. I am not suggesting a bartering system here, just that this need not be a one-sided deal.”

“As for a name, perhaps something… majestic, yes?” Deisk frowned in concentration. “A geographic feature common to all of us would be appropriate, yes? But a name is not all this conference needs to form a treaty. We must resolve the rail issue, make a clause about economic dealings, a military assistance pact, and an advanced strategic defense initiative.”

"Sorry to say the Empire doesn't have many extensive reserves of uranium, and those that do exist are small and used mostly for refinement into weapons-grade or for use in nuclear power generation, of which most of our nation's power comes from. We have more than enough to sustain ourselves for quite some time, however not nearly enough to export for a profit."

Koslin shifted his weight again, adjusting his glasses so his dark eyes peered over the square frames.

"The Empire does have plenty of other types of raw materials available for export, and an even wider selection of refined products and goods. I'm sure we could find resources of which we are both in need of and profit from one another's strengths."

Lynch had been scribbling notes on the manila envelope President Barkove had given him as the various ambassadors, officials and diplomats had been arguing for the past few minutes, and now he placed the folder on the table. “Gentlemen, it seems we are having problems settling on the exact terms of this diplomatic accord. Obviously it is very important to all of our respective nations, as it was arranged in the first place. Equally as obvious is that we must not allow this treaty to slip from our hands. To that extent, I have briefly sketched out a rough draft of a possible pact.” Clearing his throat, Lynch began to read from the back of the envelope.

“The Articles of the Treaty of Allied Nations.” The commissar stopped reading and glanced around the room, partly to see if there were any objections to the title and partly to make sure nobody was dozing off. Satisfied, he picked up where he left off.

“Article 1: Membership. The founding members of the Treaty of Allied Haven Nations are to be the Eastern Havenic Empire of Cravan, the Neo-Fascist Conglomerate of Kargucagstan, the Democratic-Socialist Republic of Labhekistan and the Sovereign Empire of Alacea.” Again Lynch stopped. “Obviously, we could add a clause into this to permit additional nations to join should we all agree on this issue.” Continuing, “All member nations are recognized as equal to every other member, with none holding additional political sway because of this treaty. Member nations must abide by the laws set down in this document so long as they are a member. Any nation not compliant is to be sanctioned according to Article 3. The only requirements for joining are complete agreement of the entire signatory body. A majority of votes is not enough to gain admittance.” Taking a breath, Lynch went on to Article 2.

“Article 2: Administration. All member states are to be given equal say in all issues raised that directly concern the treaty. One vote is allowed for each member per issue raised.”

“Article 3: Reprimands. Any nation found to be noncompliant with any of the above articles is to be considered for sanctions ranging from exclusion from votes for a limited time to expulsion from the treaty.” Taking a drink of water, Lynch coughed and read the last of his notes.

“Article 4: Issues. The Treaty of Allied Haven Nations’ goal is to 1) establish political cooperation between the signatories through additional communication, 2) increase commerce between them by the establishment of an international market in neutral territory, 3) the construction and maintenance of an inter-signatory railway to be funded in equal portions by each member, 4) the establishment of an oversight body composed of no more than 1/4th of any one nationality that is to monitor and administer the railway, 5) the agreement of all signatory nations to aid other members when attacked, and 6) the cooperation of the strategic defense initiatives of all member nations.” Settling back into his chair, Lynch nodded to Deisk.

“Of course,” Frot said, “this would be refined to more official language and translated into English, Russian, and Roth.”

Sergei listened intently to Mr. Lynch as he spoke, jotting down a series of notes in his small book. He nodded as the Kargucastani diplomat finished speaking.

"The terms which you have suggested are appealing to us," he said, "however, I must suggest that we further flesh out article four before the treaty is made official. Also, noting that all of our nations are located in Eastern Haven, I propose that we change the title from Treaty of Allied Haven Nations to Treaty of Allied Eastern Havenic Nations to better reflect the regional premise of the treaty." Sergei tapped his fingers on the table absent-mindedly as he read over the rest of the notes he had taken, marking the issues he had addressed with a star.

"I belive that these are the only issues which I needed to address. Overall, I believe that this covers all of the aspects of concern to the Labhekistan government. Also," he said, glancing at his notes one more time, "I believe it would be prudent to form some type of council made up of representatives from each of our nations, which could meet as events warrant in a specified locale." Sergei nodded, closing his notebook, and sat, waiting for a response.

"I must agree with my Labhekistani counterpart on all points.", Koslin responded while an aide sitting next to him scribbled aggressively at her notepad. "These terms are entirely agreeable to myself and the orders I was given as to acceptable terms."

Koslin lifted his glass of water from the table, turning it in his hand to cause the sparkling liquid to dash around in circles in the glass. "Building upon Mr. Kamenev's suggestion, perhaps instead of a physical locale at which representatives meet regularly, video confrencing could instead be used to maximize efficiency and effectiveness. Higher ranking members of our governments could take part in such conferences, which could also occur on much shorter notice than a meeting such as this.", he added. "Of course we could make provisions for special occasions where meetings are held in person, but I am sure that many more minor or urgent issues could be held from long distance. It would also add to the point that no nation holds superiority over another in this pact, since there will not be one specific location chosen for the regular meetings to occur."

“Video conferencing would be preferable. Travel outside of Conglomerate airspace is difficult to arrange,” nodded Deisk. “The New People’s Party does object to changing the name to the ‘Allied Eastern Havenic Nations,’ for if we are not mistaken, the official title of the state of Cravan is the ‘Eastern Havenic Empire.’ This could be seen to give the appearance of the treaty being subservient to Cravan, something that would simply not be allowed. On a further note, what do you deign to be fleshed out in Article four?”

Barkove took a deep breath and began to speak. "These terms seem fairly lenient. When you say a punishment can range from sanctions to temporary suspension, does this mean that if a member breaks one article, military action could be taken against them, as they are no longer a member of the pact?" Barkove inquired, inhaling deeply again.

"As for the transit systems international task force, the numbers seem reasonable. Perhaps, however, this would be a better setup? In a foreign nation, each of the other members of the pact has 1/8th of the task force from their militaries, and the remaining 5/8ths is in control of the military the special security zone is in?" He paused. "In addition, the name for this pact, in our opinions, should be 'The Allied Union of Northeastern Havenic Nations'. Perhaps the 'union' could be dropped. This implies that it is primarily for nations in close proximity to us, and doesn't imply some kind of Cravanian Commonwealth. It should also be open for others to join, so long as they agree to our terms, in order to expand our prowess. I think that those issues that needed raised have been?"

Sergei Kamenev mused over Barkove's words, pausing a moment before he spoke. "Perhaps you are right," he said with a smile, "a title such as the 'Allied Union of Northeastern Havenic Nations' is acceptable to us. We wouldn't want to make any false implications, now would we." Sergei glanced sidelong at the Kargucagstani diplomat. "These are the only issues which I have felt the need to address."

"As for Article Four, I simply suggest that we expand on several points, most importantly five and six, as they comprise are very vital part of the treaty in our opinion. I believe it would be useful to expand on each topic with certain specific details. Aside from that, I have no further issues."

With that, Sergei put down his pen, which he had been using to drafta a rough charter based on the earlier version by the Kargucagstanis. "I believe I have drafted a charter which will be acceptable to all our nations. However," he said with a smile, "it is certainly open to editing."

OOC: Next post for charter.

Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations
Charter


Article One: Membership

Founding Members:

indent• Eastern Havenic Empire of Cravan
indent• Neo-Fascist Conglomerate of Kargucagstan
indent• Democratic-Socialist Union of Labhekistan
indent• Sovereign Empire of Alacea

Membership:

indentAny nation which follows the following guidelines may be permitted entry into the Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations:

indent• Located within the region described as “North-Eastern Haven”
indent• Approval/Endorsement by each signatory nation
indent• Willingness to comply with the rules set forth by the Union charter
indent• Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another


Article Two: Administration

Issues:

indentAn issue may be raised by any signatory nation of the Union. All member nations have an equal say in any vote held by the Union on any issue. Each member nation is allowed one vote on any issue that is raised.

Representation:

indentVideo conferences may be held as opposed to a physical meeting, for the purposes of efficiency and effectiveness. Officials from each nation may attend such a conference as they please. Issues will be decided via video conference as opposed to a physical meeting.

Headquarters:

indentAs stated above, Union representatives are not obliged to meet physically. Thus, the Union shall have no official headquarters for the purpose of maintaining equality for each signatory nation.


Article Three: Laws and Reprimands

Laws:

indentLaws will be decided under the premise of the Union itself, which is equal representation for all member states. Each nation may submit a bill to be voted on by all signatory members. Breach of laws set down by the Charter of the Union shall result in punishment or “reprimands”, which are outlined below.

Reprimands:

indentAny nation found to be noncompliant with any of the above articles is to be considered for sanctions ranging from exclusion from votes for a limited time to expulsion from the treaty. Punishment for the breech of a law as defined by the Charter shall be decided by a vote by all signatory nations, excluding the nation which has made the breech. Reprimands will vary in severity based on the infringement that has occurred.


Article Four: Issues and Goals

Overview:

indentThe Union was designed to solve issues which are of equal importance to all signatory nations. Each member state is obliged to maintain the goals which are laid down by the charter of the Union, which are outlined below:

indent• 1) establish political cooperation between the signatories through additional communication;
indent• 2) increase commerce between them by the establishment of an international market in neutral territory;
indent• 3) the construction and maintenance of an inter-signatory railway to be funded in equal portions by each member;
indent• 4) the establishment of an oversight body composed of no more than 1/8th of any one nationality that is to monitor and administer the railway, with the remainder to be provided by the host nation;
indent• 5) the agreement of all signatory nations to aid, through both military and economic means, other members when attacked, and;
indent• 6) the cooperation and integration of the strategic defence initiatives of all member nations

Barkove quickly glanced over the changes made to the document and began speaking.

indent"The only articles needing adjusting, in my opinion, is in article one, membership. I don't think, with the HDI and other massive alliances, and the size and capabilites of Havenic nations in general, that the AUNEHN will be immensely popular. To avoid beaurocracy, perhaps only the Founding Member's endorsements should be neccessary? It's not really political superiority, we did found the alliance, and if we did grow at all gaining a seperate endorsement from each of us would be a problem, since some of our ideals are completely different. Perhaps only if a member strongly objects to a membership of an applicant, then they will be rejected?

indentAlso, should we recieve additional members, the task force for the host nation will get increasingly smaller. Perhaps the host nation should always recieve 5/8 of security personell, and the remaining 3/8 be divided amoung other members? Other than this, Alacea views the terms impeccable and, as all of our objectives are complete, the meeting can be adjourned."

OOC: Suggestions with mah edits

Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations
Charter


Article One: Membership

Founding Members:

indent• Eastern Havenic Empire of Cravan
indent• Neo-Fascist Conglomerate of Kargucagstan
indent• Democratic-Socialist Union of Labhekistan
indent• Sovereign Empire of Alacea

Membership:

indentAny nation which follows the following guidelines may be permitted entry into the Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations:

indent• Located within the region described as “North-Eastern Haven”
indent• Approval/Endorsement by each founding signatory nation, and no objections in addition to this
indent• Willingness to comply with the rules set forth by the Union charter
indent• Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another


Article Two: Administration

Issues:

indentAn issue may be raised by any signatory nation of the Union. All member nations have an equal say in any vote held by the Union on any issue. Each member nation is allowed one vote on any issue that is raised.

Representation:

indentVideo conferences may be held as opposed to a physical meeting, for the purposes of efficiency and effectiveness. Officials from each nation may attend such a conference as they please. Issues will be decided via video conference as opposed to a physical meeting.

Headquarters:

indentAs stated above, Union representatives are not obliged to meet physically. Thus, the Union shall have no official headquarters for the purpose of maintaining equality for each signatory nation.


Article Three: Laws and Reprimands

Laws:

indentLaws will be decided under the premise of the Union itself, which is equal representation for all member states. Each nation may submit a bill to be voted on by all signatory members. Breach of laws set down by the Charter of the Union shall result in punishment or “reprimands”, which are outlined below.

Reprimands:

indentAny nation found to be noncompliant with any of the above articles is to be considered for sanctions ranging from exclusion from votes for a limited time to expulsion from the treaty. Punishment for the breech of a law as defined by the Charter shall be decided by a vote by all signatory nations, excluding the nation which has made the breech. Reprimands will vary in severity based on the infringement that has occurred.


Article Four: Issues and Goals

Overview:

indentThe Union was designed to solve issues which are of equal importance to all signatory nations. Each member state is obliged to maintain the goals which are laid down by the charter of the Union, which are outlined below:

indent• 1) establish political cooperation between the signatories through additional communication;
indent• 2) increase commerce between them by the establishment of an international market in neutral territory;
indent• 3) the construction and maintenance of an inter-signatory railway to be funded in equal portions by each member;
indent• 4) the establishment of an oversight body of the railway; with 5/8 of the said guards to be personell of the government freight is currently in, and the remaining 3/8 to be divided equally amoung other members.
indent• 5) the agreement of all signatory nations to aid, through both military and economic means, other members when attacked, and;
indent• 6) the cooperation and integration of the strategic defence initiatives of all member nations

The MIGHTY Blub Colony will agree to sign this pact.

OOC: Blub, this is currently an IC meeting.

OOC: Sorry Lab, forgot to tell you all I invited Blub. We'll add him afterwards, it's WAY too late for a blub delegate now.

The Kargucagstanis sat bolt upright. They looked around the room in a startled fashion, and turned to each other. “Did you hear voices in your head just now?” Deisk asked Lynch in Roth. The commissar said he did, “something about the Blubs.” Deisk shook his head and turned back to the meeting.

“The proposal put forth by the Sovereign Empire is acceptable, pending the change of the wording of Article One, section eight, where is says that no party shall have any more political power than any others. Obviously some nations are going to have more influence, if only because of size, strength, or economic ability. This wording would seem to infer that power would be equalized in all affairs, even those not involving the treaty. Kargucagstan proposes that the sentence be changed from 'Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another' to 'Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another in matters involving the Union.'"

“On another note, what of the Blub colony north of the Conglomerate? I have… heard something suggesting it wishes to join the Union set forward here. Frankly, the Kyrios is opposed to this on several points. First of all, they failed to send a representative here for talks. True, they may not have been contacted, but does that not seem to suggest that none of our nations want the colony in this accord? Surely we didn’t simply forget? Second, it is only a colony, and not the homeland of the people. Third, the colony only shares a border with the Conglomerate, so logically a separate treaty should be arrived upon between the Kyrios and the Blubs. Finally, adding another founding member would conflict with the already laid-down laws set forth in this document.” Lynch scratched his chin, and spoke.

“Perhaps the colony could join, if not as a founding nation, but as the first sub-signatory, provided it proved that the colony is indeed the homeland.”

OOC: Yeah, we all forgot…

Koslin smiled. A deal had been brokered, and a good one at that.

"I've nothing to add which I can think of at the moment.", Koslin announced. "This pact is quite acceptable and complies with all objectives I had set in my mind for this meeting."

Although now technically friendly nations, Koslin still regarded the Kargucagstanis with a great deal of suspicion. The Labhekistani representative had rubbed off on him, and despite differing economic systems slightly he had dealt with socialists before and had been able to broker very agreeable terms with them in the past, showing their willingness to cooperate. This fascist state, though... It worried him greatly.

"However.", he said after further thought. "Perhaps a clause under the mutual defense portion of the treaty should point out that in the event of a provoked assault on a signatory it would be optional to offer assistance? A safety measure I feel may be necessary to prevent entangling conflicts of interest and the like. Also, perhaps rewording the original clause to point out that assistance need only be rendered when the homeland of the signatory in question is in danger in a conflict not originally provoked by the signatory, since this is technically a regional treaty. To be completely honest I doubt a conflict concerning Consorben or Carpanthium would particularly interest any of the nations at this table to provoke them to the Eastern Havenic Empire's aid."

He paused, giving his suggestion a moment to sink in before continuing.

"I do believe, however, that strategic defense should be unaffected by the original intentions behind the attack. Let's face it, a WMD assault on one of our nations affects all of us, and thus we should do everything in our power to prevent something like that from happening."

“I question your reasoning, Director Koslin.” Lynch shifted his weight to better face the Cravanian. “As you said, an attack on a far-reaching colony is of little concern to the rest of the signatory nations, provided it does not threaten their homeland. If an unnamed adversary,” he narrowed his eyes at Koslin, “were to constrain themselves to merely assaulting some remote Kargucagstani outpost, the Kyrios would not make the arrogant assumption that all other nations will rush to his side. Let us leave the wording of the military pact as you suggested at first.” Scribbling briefly on the old envelope he had previously passed around, he produced this:





Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations
Charter

Article One: Membership

Founding Members:

• Eastern Havenic Empire of Cravan
• Neo-Fascist Conglomerate of Kargucagstan
• Democratic-Socialist Union of Labhekistan
• Sovereign Empire of Alacea

Membership:

Any nation which follows the following guidelines may be permitted entry into the Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations:

• Located within the region described as “North-Eastern Haven”
• Approval/Endorsement by each founding signatory nation, and no objections in addition to this
• Willingness to comply with the rules set forth by the Union charter
• Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another in matters directly concerning the Union

Article Two: Administration

Issues:

An issue may be raised by any signatory nation of the Union. All member nations have an equal say in any vote held by the Union on any issue. Each member nation is allowed one vote on any issue that is raised.

Representation:

Video conferences may be held as opposed to a physical meeting, for the purposes of efficiency and effectiveness. Officials from each nation may attend such a conference as they please. Issues will be decided via video conference as opposed to a physical meeting.

Headquarters:

As stated above, Union representatives are not obliged to meet physically. Thus, the Union shall have no official headquarters for the purpose of maintaining equality for each signatory nation.

Article Three: Laws and Reprimands

Laws:

Laws will be decided under the premise of the Union itself, which is equal representation for all member states. Each nation may submit a bill to be voted on by all signatory members. Breach of laws set down by the Charter of the Union shall result in punishment or “reprimands”, which are outlined below.

Reprimands:

Any nation found to be noncompliant with any of the above articles is to be considered for sanctions ranging from exclusion from votes for a limited time to expulsion from the treaty. Punishment for the breech of a law as defined by the Charter shall be decided by a vote by all signatory nations, excluding the nation which has made the breech. Reprimands will vary in severity based on the infringement that has occurred. Any nation revoked from the Union is to be treated like any other non-signatory in all matters.

Article Four: Issues and Goals

Overview:

The Union was designed to solve issues that are of equal importance to all signatory nations. Each member state is obliged to maintain the goals which are laid down by the charter of the Union, which are outlined below:

• 1) establish political cooperation between the signatories through additional communication;
• 2) increase commerce between them by the establishment of an international market in neutral territory;
• 3) the construction and maintenance of an inter-signatory railway to be funded in equal portions by each member;
• 4) the establishment of an oversight body of the railway; with 5/8 of the said guards to be personnel of the government freight is currently in, and the remaining 3/8 to be divided equally among other members.
• 5) the agreement of all signatory nations to aid, through both military and economic means, other members when their homeland is attacked, whether by conventional means or otherwise, and;
• 6) the cooperation and integration of the strategic defence initiatives of all member nations




“Additionally, we must decide on a location for the neutral marketplace and a headquarters for the railway management and oversight committee. Kargucagstan proposes a city on the central border between the Sovereign Empire and the Eastern Havenic Empire. Ideally the new rail line should be built through this city, allowing it to act as a trade hub. No doubt immense material wealth will come to this city because of the placement of the new infrastructure, so we suggest that each of the empires put forth a city and Labhekistan, Kargucagstan, and the afformentioned empires vote on the location. Perhaps this could even be seen as AUNEHN’s first act?”

OOC: Changes in italics. Forgive the new layout. Didn't have time to make it pretty. If someone else wants to do it, that'd be great.

indentThe meeting was drawing to a close, and only a few matters remained for discussion. Barkove would've grinned, for he'd done quite a good job, but he had to appear proffesional. He cleared his throat for what felt like the thousandth time and began to speak. "For this central city, the Alacean riverport of Matichora would be perfect." He rummaged through his folder, pulling out several maps of the Alacean mainland and passed them around. "Situated in the northern hills, it is already a wealthy trade city and produces a variety of goods, from oil to wines. It is naturally connected to both Kargucagstan and Cravan through rivers, and may even lead into Vetaka should it choose to join the Union. It is in the middle of AUNEHN, thus allowing for equal trade on all sides. Are there any counter proposals?"

OOC: For my map, check out my signature.

OOC: We can worry about which city to put the rail through later. Matichora looks good to me, anyway. I'm going to add a clause about colonies being barred from the joining and post it on OHS. I'll edit this post with a link.

(OOC: Final draft of charter)

Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations
Charter


Article One: Membership

Founding Members:

• Eastern Havenic Empire of Cravan
• Neo-Fascist Conglomerate of Kargucagstan
• Democratic-Socialist Union of Labhekistan
• Sovereign Empire of Alacea

Membership:

Any nation which meets the following requirements may be permitted entry into the Allied Union of North-Eastern Havenic Nations:

• Homeland located within the region described as “North-Eastern Haven”
• Approval/Endorsement by each founding signatory nation, and no objections in addition to this
• Willingness to comply with the rules set forth by the Union charter
• Recognition that all member nations are equal under the Union laws and none shall hold any more political power than another in matters directly concerning the Union

Article Two: Administration

Issues:

An issue may be raised by any signatory nation of the Union. All member nations have an equal say in any vote held by the Union on any issue. Each member nation is allowed one vote on any issue that is raised.

Representation:

Video conferences may be held as opposed to a physical meeting for the purposes of efficiency and effectiveness. Officials from each nation may attend such a conference as they please. Issues will be decided via video conference as opposed to a physical meeting.

Headquarters:

As stated above, Union representatives are not obliged to meet physically. Thus, the Union shall have no official headquarters for the purpose of maintaining equality for each signatory nation.

Article Three: Laws and Reprimands

Laws:

Laws will be decided under the premise of the Union itself, which is equal representation for all member states. Each nation may submit a bill to be voted on by all signatory members. Breach of laws set down by the Charter of the Union shall result in punishment or “reprimands”, which are outlined below.

Reprimands:

Any nation found to be noncompliant with any of the above articles is to be considered for sanctions ranging from exclusion from votes for a limited time to expulsion from the treaty. Punishment for the breech of a law as defined by the Charter shall be decided by a vote by all signatory nations, excluding the nation which has made the breech. Reprimands will vary in severity based on the infringement that has occurred. Any nation revoked from the Union is to be treated like any other non-signatory in all matters.

Article Four: Issues and Goals

Overview:

The Union was designed to solve issues that are of equal importance to all signatory nations. Each member state is obliged to maintain the goals which are laid down by the charter of the Union, which are outlined below:

• establish political cooperation between the signatories through additional communication;
• increase commerce between them by the establishment of an international market in neutral territory;
• construction and maintenance of an inter-signatory railway to be funded in equal portions by each member;
• establishment of an oversight body of the railway; with 5/8 of the said guards to be personnel of the government freight is currently in, and the remaining 3/8 to be divided equally among other members.
• agreement of all signatory nations to aid, through both military and economic means, other members when their homeland is attacked,
whether by conventional means or otherwise, and;
• cooperation and integration of the strategic defence initiatives of all member nations