NationStates Jolt Archive

The Vetalians. I need to talk to the Vetalians. Tucker Evah Boot, Industrial Emperor of Great Vantania, sighed as he looked at the small, pink birthday cake, with a red "45" written on it in purple frosting. Pushing the cake away, he dipped his relic of a pen into a vial of Golden Beatle Ink, thinking how the pen was last used to form the Act of Union, unifying Scotland and England. Slowly, patiently, he wrote on the slightly blue paper, decorated at the margins with images of the Questo-Gholgothic War.

From the Desk of Tucker E. Boot

To the Most Esteemed Chamber of Commerce, Vetalia City,

The Industrial Emperor, King of Commerce, CEO of Siriusa. These are all titles I have been given by one person or another, and they reflect my power. I started my business on the remnants of a fallen oil empire, and single handedly turned it into a massive indusrial empire, dominating Siriusa and expanding internationally. Now, I am fourty-five, and it is time for me to retire. However, there are a few more tasks that have been set before me that I must complete. Three of which concern the Chamber of Commerce directly. To further discuss this, I wish to make a face-to-face meeting at the Vetalia City Chamber itself. I hope to see you all there. Good day, good luck, good fortunes, etc.
Economically Yours,

Tucker Evah Boot; Duke of Medepolis, Governor of Media, Industrial Emperor of Great Vantania, King of Vantanian Commerce, Chief Executive Officer of Buy & Sell Incorporated, Richest Man in Great Vantania

OOC: Bump for Vet

Vetalian Chamber of Commerce Central Boardroom, Vetalia City (http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a335/shaddamIV/ChamberofCommerce.jpg)

"We have a message from one Mr. Boot from Vontanas...apparently he wants to meet with us."
"The Mr. Boot?"
"Yes, Mr. Tucker Evah Boot. At least that's what it says on the communique."
"Let me see that!" He paused, reading it over. "Of course he can meet with us! The guy's a real role model for our organization."
The other man, distinguished as an accountant by his ID badge, added "I did several papers on his business during my Historical Economics courses back in college. My research project focused on his work in the Siriusan market. One of the richest men in the world as a matter of fact..."
Motioning to his secretary, the other man spoke. "Well, put him in for a meeting at the earliest opportunity. In fact, give him priority; the Ministry of Finance can wait a few days."
"Of course, Mr. Gribakov."

"This is a big deal, you know. If he wants Buy and Sell to enter in a partnership with us...we're going to have a lot of markets open to the businesses we represent. You'll make a fortune, Valery."
"Definitely. We'll have to see what he wants, exactly...I bet Zolotoi is part of it, of course."
"Yeah, everybody wants in there. I've seen it a few times, but there's no way I'll ever get in..."
"We'll see. Remember, the IPO is coming up and we're going to make a lot of money off of it."
"Not a billion, though. Those shares would need to rise by a good thousand percent for that."
"If Tucker is here to do business, we could hit that. 1,290 rubles a share is pretty damn high, but totally possible."
"Shit..."
"That about covers it, Sergei."

Even before Boot stepped his boots down on Vetalian soil, he sent a clear message of his wealth. He was arriving via airship, the only passenger, with a various amount of servants caring to his every need. The ship landed gracefully in the aeroport. A long banner with Buy & Sell's logo on it, a sky blue background with an industrious bumblebee on it, fluttered gently down to the ground. The ship was covered with pyrite, shining like a second sun in the sky.

Tucker stepped out of the airship, a striking figure. His hair was black, black as the coal that fueled his Empire, the gray streaks dyed to match his exact hair color. A fidora with a small red feather rested gently on his head, casting a shadow over his face. He was tanned from his constant time in the Siriusan headquarters at Gibraltar, and he had deep powder blue eyes. He strode about in a pinstripe suit, the stripes being of gold from a Golden Ram. He flashed a pearly smile, one that the gullible would instantly trust.

He strode to the Chamber of Commerce boldly, wearing premium Vetalian loafers and smoking an old pipe, owned by some king or queen once upon a time. Taking his seat, he looked at the assembled Vetalians before him, before glancing down at the Supercomplex pocket watch. "Shall we start then?"

OOC: Bumpz0rz