NationStates Jolt Archive

Yanitaria City:

"Yes, freedom generally transcends citizenship, so long as the nation is civilized and the people allowed freedom at all. Freedom is a beautiful thing, something we should all fight to protect. I saw my friends give their lives to protect it, and hopefully, it will never be in vain."

President Norheim looked out the window. The parade was almost over. He poured some more wine for his guest, Emperor Christian I, and put away his absinthe cup, pouring a glass of Yanitarian Red Wine for himself.

"You must forgive me, there is a digital tape recorder here. I'll hand it to my secretary, and she'll pass on the agreements to the Yanitarian Parliament."

Suddenly, he looked depressed. "You know, my son, Frederick, I never get to see him. He goes to school in Tristan Providence."

There was silence. The limo pulled up before Presidential Palace. A servant was already waiting. He opened the door for the president, and aimed a pistol at his head, firing three shots.

President Norheim slumped back into his seat, Emperor Christian slammed the door shut, and the driver sped off.

The gunman paused to fire the rest of his 20 round clip at the car, but missed entirely.

Fort Marx, 1m12s Later

General Charles De Remi took off his jacket, and eyed the young woman waiting for him on the bed. His lover of 3 weeks beckoned him forth.

With out looking around the shoddy motel, he almost jumped into bed with the young woman.

Behind him, a man with an AY-142B carbine stepped out of the shadows. He leveled the gun at the generals back, and the girl slid off the bed. The General turned, and saw the glint of Yanitarian pride in engineering, as it fired at him.

Point Harbour, The Same Moment

Citizen Herb Northstorm, Secretary of Foreign Affairs arrived in his hotel. He was very pleased, as he had gotten the day off, so that he could visit his son, a diplomat to neighboring Stoklomolvi, for his birthday

Herb's wife had died a number of years before, and he had no family, and few friends. The ever devoted father, he had made sure his son had gotten through college, and he gave him a nice job as an Ambassador.

He truly doted on his son.

And to make things sweeter, when he arrived at his hotel room, there were presents, addressed from President Norheim, among several other boxes.

Through out his 10 years of service, he had been largely ignored. He nearly cried when he thought of how much people appreciated him.

He opened up the first one, and suddenly there was a pop. A white powder coated his face, and stung his eyes.

Through tears, he read that the present was from President Norheim. That bastard! He had always seemed so nice, if distant. But at the moment, Herb has too tired to think, or accuse, and finally even to cry.

He slumped on the bed, and died.

OOC: Closed to all but diplomatic responses until I say otherwise. There will be a change in leadership in the USSY. Expect more capitalism, political murders, and less political rights.

OOC: I'm posting a practical response, due to the fact that my Emperor is in the car as Norheim is shot; if this is not suitable, please say so

IC:
Emperor Christian I nodded as President Norheim took the recorder; it made sense to record these sorts of arrangements. In fact, he himself recorded most of his meetings, though that was, oddly enough, not really on the record.

When Norheim spoke of his son, the Emperor was briefly taken aback; there had been nothing that brought the subject up. But then, he frequently thought of his own children, and he spent much of his time with them. The poor man, he thought, I could hardly imagine never seeing my own, I wonder how he must feel. Still, he knew that a statesman's first duty was to his country, his people.
There must be certain sacrifices.

It was then that the gunshots echoed through the cab.

Christian silently swore to himself as he reached for the pistol that he knew wasn't there; he had left his own side arm on the helicopter. The one time that he did not keep it beside his heart . . . No time to think of that. He pulled backwards on the President's collar, reaching for the door handle. Feeling it finally, he pulled, yanking the door shut hard enough to do expensive damage to the mechanism, as he felt the car speed off. The wounded--maybe dead--Yanitarian president lay on his chest, bleeding into the Emperor's fine suit.

The poor man.

OOC: Actually, that's a great response. I didn't want to do a technical god mode by taking over your character, but afterwards it felt as though Norheim was babbling on.

[OOC: More capitalism? Preposterous!]

Government Surveillance Message - SS-158

AUTOMATED TRANSMISSION :: ACCESS APPROVED
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VIDEO SURVEILLANCE :: Surveillance Satellite 158

A man with a pistol was seen shooting at someone in a presidential limousine, presumably the president of the United Socialist States of Yanitaria. Zooming in, you can clearly see that the supposed servant pulled out a pistol and shot at the man in the rear or the car. Let us rewind the clip. Yes, the man pulled a pistol and fired precisely three shots. The car drove off and the man proceeded to fire an additional, rewinding, slow motion, twenty shots at the car. All twenty shots missed and hit the pavement. Shall a surveillance team be sent, sir?

>>Send the first and second armies.

Yes, sir. Shall we inform the Yanitarians?

>>Who is there to inform? The leaders are likely all dead.

Right, sir. Transmitting data.

Complete, sir.

>>Very good. Let us return to thermonuclear warfare, shall we?

As you wish, sir. The Soviets have OWNED you, sir! If I could, I would have laughed at you.

>>...shaddup. You're an AI. You can't laugh.

As you wish, sir. Curse me all you want. I am still an AI.
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The first and second Stoklomolvi armies, stationed around Yanitaria, awaited orders. Soon after, the Commissar noticed the armies, and ordered them to move back into their old positions. They did so, and the Commissar sent an urgent message.

Heavily Encrypted Urgent Message to the government of Yanitaria

We have heard of a man getting shot in a presidential limousine. Is everything all right? Respond ASAP.

He thought it was a stupid message to send, but he sent it nonetheless.

OOC: Actually, that's a great response. I didn't want to do a technical god mode by taking over your character, but afterwards it felt as though Norheim was babbling on.

OOC: Thank you, and it's fine, since you just had him shut the door, which he definitely was going to do anyway.

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Imperial Communiqué

To The United Socialist Republic of Yanitaria:
I take this opportunity to send my greatest condolences for your losses. I hope that the Yanitarian people recover from this tragedy with clarity in mind, and continue to provide for each other as successfully as they have in the past.

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Regards,
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Gaius Kadesh, Consul of the Pictish Imperium
High Commander of the Pictish Armed Forces
Warlord of the Utopian Crusades

*****

As the communiqué was sent, so was a man. He had no name or rank, or indeed anything that may give him away. He simply was a man, known to those he worked with as an "Operative of Parliament", or to those that feared him as a "Witch-Hunter". He commanded a group of no more than thirty Pathfinder Elites, who currently sat silently in a black MH-47G Chinook headed across Europa Atlantica, and headed towards Yanitaria.

Imperial Palace, Cirica


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Prime minister: It appears another one of our allies have been disposed of its Yanitaria now.

Gaultier: Ugh, well people die, send a bouquet of chrysanthemums to the widow, a lavish gift basket to the opponents and a fleet of destroyer's to the south borders....

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Prime minister: It appears another one of our allies have been disposed of its Yanitaria now.

Gaultier: Ugh, well people die, send a bouquet of chrysanthemums to the widow, a lavish gift basket to the opponents and a fleet of destroyer's to the south borders....

OOC: The Destroyers should stay in the Aegean. No war ships besides Stoklomolvi's and my own would be able to pass through the straight with out being fired upon by the Ajax SLDS

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OOC: Try slipping in when the fighting starts.

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OOC: IC it'll be communism, OOC it'll really be Capitalizt

IC:

From: The Presidential Secretary of the USSY
To:The Communist Dominion of Stoklomolvi

President Norheim, along with a total of ten other high ranking politicians and generals, was shot last evening. He was rushed to the nearest emergency room, but was DOA. Below is a recording of the state run news broadcast that will air in thirty minutes

(OOC: for IC purposes, Stoklomolvi received the following post 30 minutes before anyone else would have)

OOC: The Destroyers should stay in the Aegean. No war ships besides Stoklomolvi's and my own would be able to pass through the straight with out being fired upon by the Ajax SLDS



OOC: Try slipping in when the fighting starts.



OOC: IC it'll be communism, OOC it'll really be Capitalizt

IC:

From: The Presidential Secretary of the USSY
To:The Communist Dominion of Stoklomolvi

President Norheim, along with a total of ten other high ranking politicians and generals, was shot last evening. He was rushed to the nearest emergency room, but was DOA. Below is a recording of the state run news broadcast that will air in thirty minutes

(OOC: for IC purposes, Stoklomolvi received the following post 30 minutes before anyone else would have)

OOC: Should I RP my guy doing something during that, just leaving, or something else? I will issue an official statement as well following that, of course.

IC:

TO: The USSY
FROM: The Royal Household of the Dutch Kingdom

We are sorry to hear of your loss and offer you are most sincere condolences. King Willem V inquires as to when and where the funerals for these fine men shall take place.

Deepest Condolences,
Prince of Orang & Grand Duke of East Luxembourg,
Willem VI of the Netherlands

Yanitarian News Wire

Global Update

Today is a sad day for all Yanitarians. Ten politicians, all in line for the Presidential seat, should the president be rendered incapable of his duty, have all been murdered. Top among these are President Mattias Norheim himself, General Charles De Remi, and Citizen Herb Northstorm, Secretary of Foreign Affairs.

As of now, there is no constitutional way to appoint a new leader. Emergency elections will beheld tomorrow, with hasty campaigns set to appear today. Until a new President can be elected, Parliament and the Ministry of Law have decided that Parliament will take over all matters of State.

There are reports of rioting on the boarder with Stoklomolvi, as our ally temporarily mobilized. However, they have since demobilized, for unknown reasons.

The USSY has never had to have an emergency election, and so it is expected that the polls will be extremely unorganized.

Meanwhile, the list of leading candidates is as follows:

General Théodore Baudoin- Ardent communist, promises to capture the culprits no matter the cost, and raise the standard of living for everyone.

Citizen Jocelyne Eldegaard- Militant Socialist and Terranist. Endorses a complete socialisation of everything, and promises increased intelligence both at home and abroad.

Police Commissaire Richard Aldrin- The longshot of the group, and said to have ties to both of the other candidates, he promises less taxes, and more government spending on defence and law and order, at the expense of social welfare. Proposes Socialist-Communist mix.

Meanwhile, Yanitarian Marines supplement police patrols, using the old Leclerc tanks armed with improvised less than lethal measures, including powerful air horns and rubber bullets. Reports indicate that three people so far have died in the rioting on the boarder.

OOC: Should I RP my guy doing something during that, just leaving, or something else? I will issue an official statement as well following that, of course.

What ever you like.

IC:

TO: The USSY
FROM: The Royal Household of the Dutch Kingdom

We are sorry to hear of your loss and offer you are most sincere condolences. King Willem V inquires as to when and where the funerals for these fine men shall take place.

Deepest Condolences,
Prince of Orang & Grand Duke of East Luxembourg,
Willem VI of the Netherlands

To: The Royal Household of the Dutch Kingdom
From: The Parliament of the United Socialist States of Yanitaria

Due to rioting, and the threat of being invaded during our time of weakness, the USSY has issued a travel advisory. The leaders will be buried during a small family ceremony, and it is expected that a larger ceremony will be arranged once our issues have calmed down. We thank you for your concern.

Sincerely,
The Members of Parliament,
USSY

Standing in the hospital, with the blood of the recently declared dead President now dried in his clothes, Emperor Christian I couldn't be sure how he felt. He had been looked over, and was entirely unharmed, his own body armor, always worn under his clothes, having not been necessary in this case as the shooter had been very precise. So he had no physical damage--that he had ensured his government and family as he had spoken with them on the phone moments earlier.

Still, he felt odd, unusual, as his guards escorted him to his car, which then took him back to the embassy.

Of course he always mourned the death of a man he knew--he had only just met Norheim, though he had liked the man, he had had men he deemed brothers die at his side before, back in the war, and had killed men he knew well and generally liked personally without hesitation, also back in the war.

This, however, was still different.

Perhaps it was the talk of his son. The Emperor had already sympathized with the man, with his relation of struggles so similar to his own, seen his life and story in the terms of his own, and the words of his child had drawn thoughts of his own children. Perhaps the blatant mortality of this fellow, known only for a brief time but similar to him in matters of country and family, had stirred some certain self-awareness within him, something that had gone untouched for some time as the affairs of family and state had occupied his thoughts.

He contemplated this as he walked across the heliport on the roof of the embassy, approaching the transport to his home country soaked in the blood of a recently deceased foreign man.

To: Yanitiaria
From: The Errikan Empire

Greetings, new friend. The Empire sends you her dearest condolences for the death of your leadership, particularly your noble President, Mr. Norheim. He will surely be mourned; should your nation require any aid through this troubling time, please do not hesitate to turn to us, for we are ready to help you, the newest friends of the Empire.

Yanitaria City:

General Baudoin smiled at the other two presidential candidates sitting at the table of their post Yanitarian City hotel. He picked up his cell phone, and dialed the number. The phone was picked up, but no one answered.

"Good job. Now it is time to finish this."

The person on the other line hung up.

Parliament Building:

Three Les Enfants Perdus soldiers, The Lost Children of Yanitaria, finished rigging the explosives.

Just as they had done in France, in The New True Cross, and in Yanitaria during the insurgency, a few years earlier, they measured the wires, and shaped their C-4.

Then, silent as a shadow, they left.

Thirty minutes later, the explosives went off, bringing down the parliament building, and the every member of Parliament.

The City Streets:

Yanitarian Marines fired on policemen, and fellow marines. The coup was in full swing, and with in minutes, General Baudoin was on the giant TV on Park Blv, addressing the nation.

"Citizens! Lay down your arms! There is no need for bloodshed! Yanitaria's salvation is here! My fellow presidential candidates and I have founded a new party, as allowed by the constitution. We are your new leaders now, under the banner of the United Party of Yanitaria! End the fighting now, and all will be pardoned!"

As ordered, the rogue marines laid down their weapons. Minutes later the other combatants did as well. The fighting had lasted a little under the hour, and now a new government ruled.

(OOC: Any conversations with Parliament will go on, assuming they finished speaking to foreigners some hours ago.)

Stoklomolvi Government Message

We have seen the uproarious destruction of the Yanitarian parliament building earlier. Currently, we question the motives for such brash and harsh acts, and the reason as to why such a pacifist nation would suddenly become violent and murder its own people? The first and second armies await on your border; if the deal is a coup, then expect them to move in.

[OOC: Reverse psychology for the win.]

News of the ongoing troubles in Yanitaria swiftly reached Errikland, where all of the major news broadcasters covered the plight of this nation that the Empire had so recently gotten involved with. Meanwhile, the government watched carefully, attempting to fully and accurately judge the situation.

The explosion of the parliament building, as a part of the ultimate coup, drew not only shock from the citizenry and great ratings for media outlets, but also suspicion from the only living man outside of Yanitaria who knew of the existence of the true culprits.

OOC: Sorry for the brief post, will elaborate soon.

Stoklomolvi Government Message

We have seen the uproarious destruction of the Yanitarian parliament building earlier. Currently, we question the motives for such brash and harsh acts, and the reason as to why such a pacifist nation would suddenly become violent and murder its own people? The first and second armies await on your border; if the deal is a coup, then expect them to move in.

[OOC: Reverse psychology for the win.]

From President Theodore Baudoin
To The Government of Stoklomolvi

We know of no such coup. My fellow candidates and I decided to team up, and bring unity in times of strife. We wish to have our people brought under the loving banner of Communism, just as Karl Marx envisioned.

OOC: Sorry for the distracting character development, but it is all connected to this.

IC:
“This is most suspicious,” Emperor Christian I, in a private meeting with ranking military officials in his personal study, thought aloud. With the recent goings on, he had revealed the existence of Les Enfants Perdus, if not most of the details about their history, to the few men standing before him. He would need their council, which had served him well in the years of his reign, to effectively deal with the situation at hand.

“Indeed,” agreed the now aged General Roberts, the Errikan Emperor’s highest commander. He had been so since the Civil War, when he was essentially the second in command to the young, headstrong idealist who now sat in the thrown, leading the Empire’s initial steps into colonial imperialism and helping to craft the Imperial military into the effective, well-oiled machine that it was today in his years at the head of the High Military Council, the foremost military authority with power comparable to that of the Senate, President, or Emperor. Now, while his mind remained sharp, he was beginning to show the signs of his aging, and sat beside the fire.

“My Emperor,” broke in General Warrensburg, the most recent addition to the High Council with the retirement of General Nathaniel Quail, “Though your suspicions are quite probably correct, we cannot do anything about it at this time; I say we remain watchful, ready, but do nothing for now—for there is nothing to be done.”

“Agreed,” Emperor Christian said after a brief pause. His thought was cut short, however, with a knock on the door.

“Enter.”

The door creaked open, and his wife, Empress Helen Victor, stepped into the room. Though he had seen her but hours before, Christian was struck by her beauty, illuminated in the crackling firelight. When they were young, he had commonly been so awestruck; but then the war came, and then the affairs of the state. Rarely in recent days was he so taken by her beauty, or her love, as he was now.

“No, my dear,” he interrupted as she began to apologize for her own interruption, “We were actually just finishing up. Gentlemen.” He gave his formal goodbyes, and saw them out of the room, to be escorted to their respective vehicles by the butler.

“Is something wrong, dear?” she asked, clearly concerned, as they found themselves alone in the room. Christian shut the door before turning to his wife and responding.

“No, my love, I am fine.”

“You can’t deceive me, dear,” she said to him in a pleasant tone, “You never could.”

There was another pause, the sound of the fire alone above the silence; then, without a word Christian embraced her, hugging her tight to him. She was right. Something was wrong, though he wasn’t sure exactly what. The entire matter with the Yanitarian surely had shaken him, and he just couldn’t lose the feeling. He couldn’t afford to dwell infinitely on this—there were important matters of the Empire that required his attention, particularly dealing with Cripistan.

But of course, he thought as they kissed and he reached for the back of her dress, that could wait until morning.

To President Theodore Baudoin

What do you know of the killings of ten political figures? What of President Mattias Norheim? If you truly are the replacements for those great men and possibly women, then we expect state funerals to be held for each and every one of them. If no state funeral is held, you can expect for Stoklomolvi to hold this new government to be suspicious, at the least.

Yanitaria:

Overall things had settled down. Security had been strict, and the economy had faltered a bit, but otherwise, there was a return to semi normalcy.

The government soon caught who they claimed where the culprits, a group of wealthy business owners who had supposedly capitalist agendas. The state executed them by guillotine, handing, or firing squad, and seized their businesses.

Not only that, but the government level racketeering charges on almost every company in Yanitaria, seizing them for the state.

They then implemented a competitive system where companies, who where all owned and operated by the state, were to give according to their abilities, and those that gave more, would receive favors, extra rations, and more freedom. However, the next month, if they failed to give according to their ability they would have their luxuries taken away, and another company would replace them.

Furthermore, the bottom 5% of workers, who preformed poorly were fired, and a new 5% hired. This way, those who failed to give according to their abilities would definitely receive less, according to their needs.

For the first time, the Citizenry were expected to show their ID cards at check points. They were also given bar codes, to be worn on their clothes at all times, which could be scanned, bringing up any time the person had come under watch.

People were urged to turn in traitors, who wished to repeat the crimes of the past. Contradictorily, the murdered politicians were cast as conservatives, who may or may not have deserved what they had gotten. Over the next few months, they were expected to be cast in even worse lights, as evidence of their wrong doing, of drugs, of slavery, of corruption, would surface from the Party's Ministry of Intelligence, headed by Commissaire Aldrin.

Citizen Eldegaard became the new Minister of Foreign Affairs (which had been renamed). General Baudoin was now Field Marshal Baudoin, after renaming the ranks of the military, and President of the USSY and the UPoY.

To President Theodore Baudoin

What do you know of the killings of ten political figures? What of President Mattias Norheim? If you truly are the replacements for those great men and possibly women, then we expect state funerals to be held for each and every one of them. If no state funeral is held, you can expect for Stoklomolvi to hold this new government to be suspicious, at the least.

From: President Baudoin
To: The Government of Stoklomolvi

The bodies have already been buried at a small private gathering. Elaborate ceremonies will be held once all of Yanitaria is secure, for our citizens sake.

Yanitaria:

Overall things had settled down. Security had been strict, and the economy had faltered a bit, but otherwise, there was a return to semi normalcy.

The government soon caught who they claimed where the culprits, a group of wealthy business owners who had supposedly capitalist agendas. The state executed them by guillotine, handing, or firing squad, and seized their businesses.

Not only that, but the government level racketeering charges on almost every company in Yanitaria, seizing them for the state.

They then implemented a competitive system where companies, who where all owned and operated by the state, were to give according to their abilities, and those that gave more, would receive favors, extra rations, and more freedom. However, the next month, if they failed to give according to their ability they would have their luxuries taken away, and another company would replace them.

Furthermore, the bottom 5% of workers, who preformed poorly were fired, and a new 5% hired. This way, those who failed to give according to their abilities would definitely receive less, according to their needs.

For the first time, the Citizenry were expected to show their ID cards at check points. They were also given bar codes, to be worn on their clothes at all times, which could be scanned, bringing up any time the person had come under watch.

People were urged to turn in traitors, who wished to repeat the crimes of the past. Contradictorily, the murdered politicians were cast as conservatives, who may or may not have deserved what they had gotten. Over the next few months, they were expected to be cast in even worse lights, as evidence of their wrong doing, of drugs, of slavery, of corruption, would surface from the Party's Ministry of Intelligence, headed by Commissaire Aldrin.

Citizen Eldegaard became the new Minister of Foreign Affairs (which had been renamed). General Baudoin was now Field Marshal Baudoin, after renaming the ranks of the military, and President of the USSY and the UPoY.

OOC: Oh, Corporatism.

IC:
To: Yanitarian Government
From: The Errikan Empire

Greetings, Yanitaria.

We have watched the recent events in your nation with concern, and wish to weigh in at this time. To the extent of our knowledge, there has been no punishment for the murderers of the former leaders, nor have there been proper state funerals for the aforementioned deceased. These, the latter ultimately being formalities, the former being quite a bit more, are understandably delayed, given your circumstances, but ultimately cannot be canceled all together.

Additionally, the nature of your coup and current power is troubling; we are troubled, of course, but we stand by stable civil government as superior to the alternative, and give your government the benefit of the doubt. We know that shifts in power in troubling times are often unstable and require unusual measures. However, we caution you be careful not to travel too far down this path, as it may be difficult to effectively come back.

OOC: Oh, Corporatism.

IC:
To: Yanitarian Government
From: The Errikan Empire

Greetings, Yanitaria.

We have watched the recent events in your nation with concern, and wish to weigh in at this time. To the extent of our knowledge, there has been no punishment for the murderers of the former leaders, nor have there been proper state funerals for the aforementioned deceased. These, the latter ultimately being formalities, the former being quite a bit more, are understandably delayed, given your circumstances, but ultimately cannot be canceled all together.

Additionally, the nature of your coup and current power is troubling; we are troubled, of course, but we stand by stable civil government as superior to the alternative, and give your government the benefit of the doubt. We know that shifts in power in troubling times are often unstable and require unusual measures. However, we caution you be careful not to travel too far down this path, as it may be difficult to effectively come back.

Personal Message from President Baudoin:

The murderers and assassins have been executed, and their companies forfeit to the state. Please do not inquire further, as we wish to grieve and move on.

Official Proclaimation by the Party:

A remembrance will held for the deceased in one week. All foreign dignitaries are invited to come remember our previous leaders. Citizen Danielle Norheim, accompanied by her son, will give a eulogy, followed by a televised speech made by President Baudoin.

Please limit your security to two agents per dignitaries, armed with PDW's or pistols. Of course, dress with by formal, black.

This is a secular event, but those wishing to do so may offer a prayer for the former politicians. Several local churches, mosques, synagogues, and temples will be offering a candle light vigil, while the Humanist Society of Yanitaria will be hosting a festival of light, with the aide of the Independant Orthodox Terranist Church. The Festival will be held at Notre Terre Cathedral (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f2/Sultanahmet_Camii_2006.JPG).

Any acts of violence on this day will result in a swift execution.

Ambassador Stodilk watched the proceedings closely due to the widespread violence and potential uprising he had ordered or personnal to remain within the embassy grounds and the families to be sent out of the country. He had also told that the two consulates are too go into lockdown and only allow people carrying a Blouman passport are allowed to enter. He had spoken to his superior and the emperor on the issue. He was in his office with the deputy ambassador watching the reports on the T.V
"This would be about right we move the embassy into a new location I take over and one week in we have a multiple assination and a potential coup, i might as well send this letter out from the Emperor'

To: President Baudoin
The Blouman Empire holds you as the rightful government at the moment but the empire wishes to protest against your treatment of the alleged assinators as they had no fair trail. The empire while reconginsing you as the formal government protest this coup and demand that you immeadiatly hold elections.
From: His Excellency Margrave Luke Stodilk Margrave of Lower Loraniear Ambassador to Yanitaria

Ambassador Stodilk watched the proceedings closely due to the widespread violence and potential uprising he had ordered or personnal to remain within the embassy grounds and the families to be sent out of the country. He had also told that the two consulates are too go into lockdown and only allow people carrying a Blouman passport are allowed to enter. He had spoken his superior and the emperor on the issue. He was in his office with the deputy ambassador watching the reports on the T.V
"This would be about right we move the embassy into a new location I take over and one week in we have a multie assination and a potential coup, i might as well send this letter out from the Emperor'

To: President Baudoin
The Blouman Empire holds you as the rightful government at the moment but the empire wishes to protest against your treatment of the alleged assinators as they had no fair trail. The empire while reconginsing you as the formal government protest this coup and demand that you immeadiatly hold elections.
From: His Excellency Margrave Luke Stodilk Margrave of Lower Loraniear Ambassador to Yanitaria

Elections will not be necessary. Prevote polls have already confirmed that the three new leaders of the country had locked in 80% of the votes. In an effort not to waste government funds, we will count these as official. A new constitution will be written, and in four years, a new election will take place.

About the trials, assassins will receive no trials, due to our new interpretation of the constitution on what rights citizens and non-citizens have.

OOC: Bump, I have something planned, that requires international leaders being at the funeral. Don't worry, nobody foreign will die.

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[OOC: Wow that's contradictory.]

[OOC: Wow that's contradictory.]

SHUSH!

That's actually the point. My government is hypocritical, like Big Brother in 1984.

OOC: Bump, I have something planned, that requires international leaders being at the funeral. Don't worry, nobody foreign will die.

OOC: As Bloumany has an embassy in there and you would like some foreign representatives there than the ambassador to Yanitaria will attend if you would like someone a bit more higher up in the government let me know

OOC: whatever you feel like

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Kiravian Empire

Permissum Astrum Subleuco

Imperial Secriat of State

The Empire offers its deepest consolations to our ally at the loss of their leader.

The Charmian was in his study, playing table tennis with the ten year old Crown prince of Valois-Saxe when Jillian walked in and gave him the news on Yanitaria.

"so its obvious the course they are taking sir"

The Chairman regarded the papers she handed to him.

"So it appears, Jillian, I am Certain you have a plan. My only goal is to get as many oppressed individuals out as possible before the government shuts us out completely."

"Will do, Sir"

"Actually Darling, Jill, Come back!"

The blonde turned around, foot out the door.

"Yes Adam?"

"You know i haven't been East since we re-opened the borders and the black sea is gorgeous this time of year...what do you say we pay his Excellency a visit"

"Sounds splendid....Your majesty"

"Good then, send that new president a notification we leave after Christmas."

"yes sir" and she turned to leave.

"Jill, Merry Christmas"

But she was already outside and couldn't hear him....or so he thought

OOC: Who exactly is his excellency?

Also, feel free to continue, I have nothing to add at the moment.

His Excellency is the honorific style given to certain holders of high-ranking offices of state or influential organizations such as a Bishop, Archbishop, President, Ambassador or Prime Minister.

ie: Majesty for Kingdoms and empires Excellency for "Republics federations and all that hubbub", Comrade for Communist nations

Oh carp! is Norheim a woman damn me and my sexism! well that makes me angry.....not that she is a woman but i had sum thing planned and oh well you will see.

(OOC: if this is godmouldy I'm really sorry but it dosn't work in another way...i will leave it as open as i can bump it if its bad)

IC:
The Phone rang in the Party headquarters in Yanitaria city an overly cheerful woman answered

"Hello! You Have reached Comrade(ooc:?) Baudoin's office! my name is Karamelika, May I enquirer as to why you wish to speak to our most wise leader of leaders!"

Jillian Burhardt (prime minister superior of Surailia if you missed that) took a minute to hold herself back.

"....Hello?!"

"...Hello! sorry, this is Jillian Burhardt calling to inform you that HIM Adam Gaultier and a small convoy of minister wish to meet with your new leader to discuss how surailia fits into your new order"

Great! let me just patch you in to our most wise leader Comrade Baudoin

snip

Norheim was a man. Also, I was asking who specifically you were referring to as His excellency, it's just very vague.

Also, Comrade Baudoin would be an insult. Comrade is the Yanitarian Honorific for foreigners, Citizen is the proper honorific. That or President.

IC:

"President Baudoin is a bit busy at the moment, but has agreed to meet you at a small fishing village near New London, where he keeps a villa. How many rooms will be required?"

Sorry :P, his Excellency is Citizen .


IC:

"Four would be a safe bet, can your president vouch for our security or should we bring more than the 4 guards we intend to bring?"

The receptionist paused

"Ammm....Let me check with President Baudoin!"

"Oh before you go...."

"Yes?"

"Tell Citizen Baudoin that His Imperial Majesty and I will be Attending the Funeral of Former president Norheim, if that isn't to much trouble."

"Of course I'll be back in a moment!"

Surailia, we need to get the Colony rp up again.

snip

The receptionist returned after several minutes, almost crying. While she was gone, a loud voice could be heard yelling at her.

"President Baudoin assures you that Yanitarian Marines will secure the village, and that there will be no danger. I will mark you on the guest list for President Norheim's funeral. Will that be all?"

OOC: Currently it is summer in Yanitaria. The unnamed town is gonna be based on a fishing village I saw in Turkey last time I was there. Beautiful place, with so many fish, you could throw a net and easily catch a hundred 15-25cm long fish.

Up north, I added a town called Mt. Felix, which is on top of a mountain that has snow year round. There might be a skiing trip later on.

"I believe so, HIM (ooc: this means his imperial majesty its the written fashion its just easier to write) Adam Gautlier and I will be there [date of no importance] and Tell your minister he is as of now invited to stay in one of our many imperial palaces for tea or what not"

"Will do! Goodbye comrade!"

And with that the perky Yanitarian hung up the phone.

OOC: cool, President Baudoin will meet you at New London International Airport.

OOC: should we just jump to that date now?

Unless you have something important planned to happen between then and now.

well. We didn't specify a date. Is there something the "party" needs to do or can I just arrive in new London now?

Nope. Just fly in to the diplomatic section of the airport. As I've said, it's summer, but the weather is mild.

The Imperial jet landed in the Diplomatic Section of the Yanitarian international Airport and down the steps came first 4 guards then a man in regal Austrian like fashion. He was followed By a woman dressed in a Cream full length Trench coat with Short almost plastered down hair and an air of utter boredom. Following the Woman Came a man dressed in a large Trench coat befitting the weather on that day he was walking alongside a Blonde boy who didn't look much older than 12. They both appeared to be in an intense conversation for they were both waving their hands and shaking their heads in an intense fashion.

"Did not!"

"I'm telling you boy!... That it so totally is......"

The bored blonde woman got to the the Convoy first. She seemed to take larger faster strides then she appeared to be making. It was unsettling.

"Are yew to be taking us to tze Meeting?"

The driver said the the lady in the back, "No madame, I will be taking you to the Presidential villa in Sogut (ooc: real Turkish fishing village. Nice place, I'm told). You can make yourselves at home, we reserved 6 rooms just in case, but really there are 12 available. It's not a large villa, but it's very nice, you'll love it.

"President Baudoin will arrive this afternoon. You speak french, yes? In Yanitaria, most people speak english, and either french or norwegian. however, it's mostly french. I know that the entire staff at the villa speaks it fluently."

"Eh oui nous les Surelians parle un plus de langues que le plutot de l'uropa Atlantique"

(eh yes we the Suralians speak more languages then most of europa atlantica)

"But i can speak Anglais Perfectly so you need not worry about my speach"

"Did NOT"
"Did too"

"SIR YOU WILL STOP ARGUING WITH HIM EMIDIATMENT..." at this point ms. Bernhardt slipped into unintelligible french

"Fine" The man in the coat turned to leave the rest of car ride in an akward silence not before him and the child both mumbled at the same time "did-to/not"

OOC: Why are they in coats? It's summer. I was about to say something along the lines of "I speak enough french to understand that, you probably won't need to translate anything", but then I realized that there are probably other people at least giving this a once over.

IC:

They arrived at the villa in Sogut, situated on the Sea of Yanitaria. The villa gave an excellent view from atop it's hill, and you could easily see fishermen bringing in a large catch of fish, and the white sandy beaches. The weather here was extremely pleasant, especially for a day at the beach.

OOC: I assumed that it was raining.... in truth i stole the bulk of this from a thing a wrote a while back and i liked allot of it too much to change it.

IC

The chairman walked up to the house. His face had changed, he no longer looked as insane as the Driver had assumed before there was a seriousness about him that was almost as unsettling as the Prime ministers walk.....whom had just caught up with him.Creepy. The tall regal Germanic man walked up to one of the guards and handed him something that the Driver couldn't quite see from his vantage point.

"Adam.."
"Yes Jill"
"please be good"
"Jill, dont worry i have buisness to do here"

They walked up to the entrance of the villa. A man there took their coats and luggage and told them that their rooms were on the second floor and would be ready for them when they returned.

"Where is the president?" asked jillian impatiently

The Majordomo of the villa, who had just taken their coats scoffed.

"As you have been told, President Baudoin will be here in a few short hours. Please make yourselves comfortable."

Some hours later (read: after a long ass time):

President Baudoin exited the limo and strolled casually towards the villa. Upon arrival, a staff member took his hat and the coat to the suit he was wearing, and escorted him to the bedroom, where she hung them up in a dry cleaning bag.

The President prepared himself a glass of absinthe, and had the staff memeber summon the guests to the library, which had an excellent view of the villa's vineyard.

He strolled downstairs to the library, sipping the blue drink in his hand. He took a seat behind a large desk.

OOC:....absinthe is green hence the nickname the Green Fairy


The Boy ran into Adam's Room.
"Adam, Adam he's here, he's here"
Adam who had been staring out the window at the vineyard turned and addressed the boy.
"Oh good, Erick i need you to go tell the Prime minister to come down and tell His majesty to come if he feels it nessesary"
"OK ADAM"

Adam Walked down the Wooden staircase towards the library, as he entered he saw the new president staring out the window as he had moments ago....

"I hope you poured me a glass!"

OOC: They sell blue, red, and white (Clear) absinthe as well. Since those are the national colors, those are the most common colors in my nation. I don't think color effects taste much in RL, but for my nation it denotes what type it is.

IC:

President Baudoin went to a book case, opening the false covers, revealing a liquor cabinet.

"In Yanitaria, we have combined the wine making expertise of French, Yanitarian, and Erikkan vinters. Erikkan and Yanitarian wine is among the best in the world. But the national drink is absinthe. No worries, it's quite safe. The old methods for absinthe making used copper to turn it green. Of course that caused sickness.

"Yanitarian absinthe comes in three colors, that will tell you a bit about them. We have the light tasting blue, which is good if you're not used to absinthe, and it's high alcohol content. There is the rougher, less refined white, which is popular with young men, and the deeper, richer red.

"We also have brandy, mead, and spiced wine, all derivatives from the wine, scotch, vodka, and Irish Creme, which the chef can prepare in coffee.

"Take your pick." President Baudoin open a drawer, full of different glasses.

"I'm sure you have a fine Taste My good sir, I'll Have your best Wine, Surailian preferably, 2000 was one of our best years." He looked about "Its funny that a Soviet Leader wont Lead by example...."

"We have neither Surailian, nor wine made in the last decade. The newest year is from 1921, from Central Yanitaria. Anything newer will be in the cellar aging. For instance, the wine we made this year wont be available until at least 2080. If you'd like, I could have the butler fetch one of the newer Errikan-Yanitarian blends. For now, have this.

"Now what's this about Soviets? The nearest thing even close to a Soviet would be in Stoklomolvi."

OOC: Yanitaria is communist, and a dictatorship, but it's not what you'd recognize from RL. Basically it's capitalism, but the state just owns everything. The government administers the economy through Commisars, who were former CEO's.

So really, it's super capitalism.

Also, there is a great deal of social equality, according to the last UN report, so there isn't much of a gap between the rich and poor.

In an RP, one can't just assume things like this. This is my main concern, when I think about your HC membership.

I am gonna make a short list of things you should polish.


Don't assume the government type. People have a LONG time to ponder how exactly their government works
Don't use RL analogues, such a Soviet.
When someone lists what's available, pick from that list, unless it's really important. For instance, on a recent trip to France, a low level german diplomat was kicked out of a restaurant for asking for Bavarian beer.
Never question a national leader's opulence. Especially dictators that have locked down the entire village using the best troops in his nation. It's simply not done.

The Chairman Turned a shade of red. "I'm Sorry i haven't spoken English in a while, i meant you no offence"



OOC: No, Its a Monarchy or a Soviet nation (state run everything)

soviet and communist run in the same circles don't split hairs it just makes me angry

if a foreign diplomat is coming to a nation that nation usually stocks something in its cellar that is from the diplomats nation, we aren't in a restaurant and this is the leader of government in surailia so there isn't usually a problem.

Well how are people supposed to RP in an efficient manner, and this meeting is just to let you know about the fact that you guys are becoming INGSOC tell me this now are you taking away everyones rights or was this RP a waste of my time?

"Nous pouvons parler en français, si vous souhaitez."

OOC: Chill, just relax.

They are just helpful hints, not scripture.

Also, Baudoin is a bit Xenophobic. He is trying to press your buttons passive aggressively.

"No, its fine i need to brush up on my English, but thanks for using the 5th person its very respectful of you."

Jill, who had slipped into the room sometime before spoke "So,Lets get down to business, the recent turmoil has interested us and we are wondering where Surailia sits in this new world order of yours."

OOC: sorry this has become quite embarrassing :P

[OOC: Communism and Soviets are NOT the same in ANY way whatsoever. Don't go claiming that they are. Are Maoists the same as Stalinists? NO. Are those Communists sitting around in Latin America Soviets? NO. Chinese Communists and Soviet Communists are very different, as are Marxist Communists and Soviet Communists. Unless you have done research on this before, don't claim that they are the same. They are NOT the same. People claiming that they know about Communism makes me angry.]

(Stok: i get that they aren't the same but for a comment in passing it shouldn't be scrutinized as much as it is)

[OOC: Just get in your head the fact that Stoklomolvi IS NOT SOVIET. The Soviet Union epically failed after Stalin died. The Soviets failed after Stalin died. The whole Soviet CAUSE failed after Stalin died. But has Stoklomolvi died just yet? NO. Unless I one day act like Gens Romae, it will not die until I get bored of it.]

[Chill i never called you soviet, soviet is just a lames term for communist]

"No, its fine i need to brush up on my English, but thanks for using the 5th person its very respectful of you."

Jill, who had slipped into the room sometime before spoke "So,Lets get down to business, the recent turmoil has interested us and we are wondering where Surailia sits in this new world order of yours."

OOC: sorry this has become quite embarrassing :P

Quickly to Adam, he said "French is my first language as well.

"We do not have a new world order in mind. Simply a new Yanitaria, devoid of capitalist pigs. Surailia has not even come up."

[OOC: Communism and Soviets are NOT the same in ANY way whatsoever. Don't go claiming that they are. Are Maoists the same as Stalinists? NO. Are those Communists sitting around in Latin America Soviets? NO. Chinese Communists and Soviet Communists are very different, as are Marxist Communists and Soviet Communists. Unless you have done research on this before, don't claim that they are the same. They are NOT the same. People claiming that they know about Communism makes me angry.]

For the proletariat? Sorry as well Stok.

OOC:Mine actually is!...although living in an English community has broken me down....


IC:
Jill Opened her mouth to speak but the Chairman cut her off

"Tell me about the new Yanitairia, and save the Newspeak, lets talk man to man here"

"Man to man? There is not much to say. The party took over, and is definitely helping the economy. Our GDP per capita has gone from 7,000 to 32,000. Even civil rights have gone up slightly. Sure there is a problem with drugs and organized crime, but it is negligible. All that the party asks is that we stay in power, so that we may continue doing good."

OOC: My mother speak it fluently, but I only know a bit.

For instance, before I checked that sentence, it was "Nous parlons en francais, si vous (I didn't know the word to use).

My french is pretty crappy.

"And what of the people-"

Jill piped up "Our intelligence has notified us that you plan to take a big brother approach on maintaining power."


OOC: this may seem forward but i have no idea how to go about getting this out a you guys :P

Thats funny my mother speaks French fluently too (are you by any chance Canadian?)

"A big brother approach would be detrimental to our economy. It had been considered, but we limit it to increased policing, and the elimination of Trial By Jury for terrorists and assassins."

OOC: Nope, I am half Algerian, Half Norwegian. My mother was born in Algiers, and met my dad, who was american, while she was working at the canadian embassy.

Hmm, there is some canadian in that story, at least.

Actually, my best friend is my distant cousin, who was born and still lives in canada. Our families split apart in the 1300's though, and his part of the family only moved there in the 40's or before from Sweden.

OOC: damn i was hoping for an RP on that w/e i plan on killing the colony of a very small country of about 12 million....does that seem cruel?

IC:

The tension in the Room Dropped by a few degrees

"Oh good, i has hoping we didn't need to take drastic action" The Chairman said

Jill looked at the folder she had been carrying "Next on our agenda, we need 2 things from you. First of all; our colony in Africa has found what we estimate at 4 billion metric tonnes of Bauxite ore (an essential metal in making of aluminum) we were hoping to start a trade contract with you. Because light aluminum can be used in many different types of Weapons and civilian's products. and we need to purchase some arms from you we were hoping to get a deal cut from the President himself"

OOC: damn i was hoping for an RP on that w/e i plan on killing the colony of a very small country of about 12 million....does that seem cruel?

IC:

The tension in the Room Dropped by a few degrees

"Oh good, i has hoping we didn't need to take drastic action" The Chairman said

Jill looked at the folder she had been carrying "Next on our agenda, we need 2 things from you. First of all; our colony in Africa has found what we estimate at 4 billion metric tonnes of Bauxite ore (an essential metal in making of aluminum) we were hoping to start a trade contract with you. Because light aluminum can be used in many different types of Weapons and civilian's products. and we need to purchase some arms from you we were hoping to get a deal cut from the President himself"

"Indeed, we are in great need of bauxite. Yanitaria is a major producer of steel and grain, and we also have a large fishing industry. Here is a list of products and resources we have." President Baudoin handed the list (http://nationstates.wikia.com/wiki/The_United_Socialist_States_of_Yanitaria#Natural_Resources) to Jill.

The butler entered the room. "Sir, do you require anything?"

"Yes please, go down to the cellar and fetch a bottle of Surailian. Red please, 2000 if we have it."

OOC: Just a little bit. Also, the order for wine is a sign that Baudoin is warming up to your delegation.

OOC:well kits not like I'm doing it "sans" reason they have Ghana and that place has like all the oil and diamonds in the area and the lil punk nation his it and....he is sitting all Lesotho in side my nation....as for the wine i can tell.

IC:
"Well also... We don't grow the "Weed" as the kids call it but its becoming ever popular so we were hoping to open trade in yanitaria"

President Baudoin pushed an unopened cigar box towards the Chairman. "We have different levels of quality available. Take this box of 'cigars'. In Yanitaria, we have a testing panel," Baudoin stops to chuckle, "I am sure Surailia has something like that. But yes, I am sure trading for marijuana will be no problem. It's also good for cheap hemp. You can make earth-friendly shopping bags, vegetable sacks, and such. Show it off the the Utopian Commonwealth, I am sure they would like that."

The Butler came back with a bottle of wine, wiping the dust off with a cloth. He poured everyone a glass.

President Baudoin reached into his desk, and pulled out a cigar. "It's tobacco. Care for one?"

OOC: I imagine him looking like a French version of Castro, except with a stereotypical pencil mustache instead of a beard.

OOC: Baudoin or I (Adam Gaultier is based on me and shares my first name)?

"Verry much so" Adam pulled out a lighter"Imagine me getting High at an international Meeting, She" He motioned with his head towards Jillian "Would kill me 100 times over"

"That i would" Jill seemed to have loosened slightly now that the Major Business had finished but she waved the wine away "I Don't Touch that "Crap" I'll Take a Nice Scotch if you've Got one"

OOC: Baudoin.

IC:

Baudoin smiled, and went to the hidden liquor cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of Scotch, and a bottle of red absinthe.

He reached into the glass drawer, and sat back down at the desk.

He poured Jill a glass of Scotch, and reached into the desk, clipping the tip of another cigar before handing it to Adam. He sat the box on the desk, so that everyone could help themselves.

He then pulled out a bottle of ice water from another secret compartment in his desk, along with a sugar cube, and prepared another glass of absinthe.

Finally, he lit his cigar, and leaned back in his chair.

"Cheers." he raised his glass.

"To A Beauty of an aliance"

"To our joint friendship and mutual gain from it here entherfore" (Just guess who said this)

Just then the little boy walked in.

"So Mr.President Have you met My Dear Friend Erick"

President Baudoin took a deep drink, and looked at the little boy.

"No, I don't believe I have."

"Well he is the heir to Basically All the money in Surailia, how much is your daddy worth now boyo"

"72 Trillion Dinara" and with that he ran out and into the vineyard

"thats his trick, he says something and the runs away but he is hilarious when you get to know him, I've taken quite a liking to 'em, his Dad is the Crown Prince in Liege(our northern Kingdom) he was a Grand Duke 3 days after he was born"

"So tell me about the devision of Surailia."

"Its all so very Complex. Surailia is not a state but a Union Of 2 families, an union 8 Kingdoms " He pulled out a map http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/Adamus4414/Kingdomswithnames.png

"The 2 houses (Gaultier[reddish colours] and Cahors[blueish colours]) waged war against each other for years and years until 987 where the Treaty of the river Cir was signed creating Surailia and its capital Cirica"

i decided this is what Adam looks like...just happier....he is with his wife:
http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/Adamus4414/AdamandWife.jpg

OOC: Is Jill his wife?

IC:

"Interesting. So what's Surailia like, military wise? Perhaps Yanitaria could help out."

No she isn't, this is Jill. I was going to put a love interest but I'm settling on just him naturally being saintly :P

http://i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff165/Adamus4414/wmc8.jpg

we need you guys to make an armed forces for us

IC:

"I cant tell you much I don't concentrate on our military...i can tell you it's 2010 advanced i had to sign something about that....."

Baudoin tisked. "I am a Field Marshal in the USSYMC. I can help you with your military problems. First of all, what is your service rifle? Yanitaria has an excellent one available for export. We also have a really good shotgun design. And of course the list of weapons designed by our nation increases every week. Currently we are designing two pistoles, an GPMG, a few sniper rifles in the works, along with battle field gear, three different bayonets, an under slung grenade launcher, and some arctic vehicles that will be adapted for general use.

"We would also be willing to send Military Advisers, and give military aid in exchange for a military base."

OOC Edit: I have seen that picture before. Is she someone famous?

"as long as they work and are the best you can offer I'm sure we can work out an arrangement"

"As for the military base we have one in Africa that might just be to your liking"

OCC: have u seen the show dead like me? its Daisy Adaire

OOC: I know that show! I loved it back in the day! I knew I knew her from some place!

IC:

"We assure you that they will more than work. As for the military bas, we would like something a bit closer to home, to project our power into the Northern Seas

"We just need something in Northern Surailia, 5x5km, on the shore where a deep water port can be built.

"This will surely deter unwanted guests. We would also be willing to sign a Defensive Military Pact. This, coupled with the aid and advisers, is a generous offer."

"Well..." He leaned in and wispered "We Want Tunisia" Be leaned back an smiled (rember this is a Sweeney Todd smile, blood curtleing)

Jillian smiling for the first time "help us with that and we will give you a Port anywhere in Surailia you want"

"But" The Chairman added "this Defensive pact sounds Like a bunch of fun"

OOC: I'll get back to you in the morning. I am hella tired, and I gotta volunteer during either tomorrow or saturday.

"Well..." He leaned in and wispered "We Want Tunisia" Be leaned back an smiled (rember this is a Sweeney Todd smile, blood curtleing)

Jillian smiling for the first time "help us with that and we will give you a Port anywhere in Surailia you want"

"But" The Chairman added "this Defensive pact sounds Like a bunch of fun"

"That can be arranged. CTSS is a very weak nation, so we should be able to over power him. I don't suppose we could negotiate for a small Naval Station in Corsica, so that we may stage our fleet for the invasaion of Algeria, and a larger base with docks and an airfield near the city of Brest?"

OOC: I don't know if that city exists in your nation, but there abouts.

OOC:i haven't written the Map for Corsica so its all good

"We already have a large Naval base on the East coast of Corsica" The chairman put out his cigar"You may use it for now. how interested are you in west Africa?"

"We have a vested interest in the coastal side of the Atlas mountains. It's fertile, and has a more European climate. We don't care much for Saharan Algeria, but we will annex anything left behind.

"Well..." the chairman looked into the Folder "binaria gave us a fright so we are hoping to take south Gibraltar also But there is oil in the sand so i'm sure it is profitable to yanitaria. More is more"

OOC: EA is different. Since EA includes North Africa, the africa we are talking about a different africa from the one in EA. Also, Algeria has more natural gas than oil.

IC:

"Of course. We will deploy some of our newest weaponry in North Africa. Army paratroopers will land first, and in some areas Marine First Strike units in gliders will land. That makes ~20,000 elite troops, aided by our upcoming IFV which is air droppable."

OOC: cant they be one in the same?

IC:

"Good....i love this wine" he reached into a hidden poccket and pulled out a Baggie"you should try this its Surailian coffee"

"Ah, coffee! I love the stuff. The national non-alcoholic drink is a Frozen Mocha with chocolate syrup and whipped cream.

"As for our commitment to Spanish Algeria, we are going to double our troop count. What intelligence do you have on them?"

OOC: No.

"Ah! you should have said so Earlier! Jill When we get back send His Excellency A crate of Suralian coffee. We got all sorts of new swank since we got North West Africa!"

"as for the Spanish Algiers" He looked to Jill who shook her head "No intelligence yet, we Sent in ....Agents"

"But it appears that the other nations Arent taking our claims WELL"

"Indeed. Best to call it off. Jaredcohenia might be a problem in the future. We will take care of them, though.

"we need not fear him he may be big but WE are smart he wont be all powerful forever."


OOC: Can we just not accept him as a nation. if all else fails then i bring out GENESIS my original programme (best in the NS world)

OOC: Don't use superlatives in ooc (words like best, or the greatest). Some draftroom members will yell at or invade you. And they tend to be the big scarey types with lots of missiles.

Btw, what is the Genesis program?

IC:

"Hmm, I wouldn't count them out for a long time. Perhaps it's best to offer money. They are notoriously corrupt."

"if worse comes to worse I'll sell the colony....in truth my govener has corrupted it"

"But" jill pulled out a blue print "this is the most pertinent of our issues"
she hands you a page it reads:

The GENISIS programme may seem futuristic but it is well within our reach...

The chairman leened back and asked

"Are you sure you're getting the most outof your nukes?"

Baudoin looked at the files.

"Errr, what exactly is it?"

"Well" The Chairman looked down "its complicated.... In Simple terms i guess you could call it a 'nuclear flashlight'"

OOC:

This is an environmentally friendly way to blow away a nation

By Blowing up a nuke in a special Device I call GENESIS we can leave a large portion of the earth damaged intact but still kill EVERYONE in said area.

Also from what i can tell there wont be any fall out so we can colonize the area left from the explosion "Chernobyl Free"

Using the equation: Dispersion ~1/d^2. we can figure out a trajectory of Gamma Radiation towards a nation/city and depending on how far we make it we can either slowly kill the people or wipe them out ...burnt to a crisp. but Surailia has no space program it is not big enough for that.

"Well" The Chairman looked down "its complicated.... In Simple terms i guess you could call it a 'nuclear flashlight'"

OOC:

This is an environmentally friendly way to blow away a nation

By Blowing up a nuke in a special Device I call GENESIS we can leave a large portion of the earth damaged intact but still kill EVERYONE in said area.

Also from what i can tell there wont be any fall out so we can colonize the area left from the explosion "Chernobyl Free"

Using the equation: Dispersion ~1/d^2. we can figure out a trajectory of Gamma Radiation towards a nation/city and depending on how far we make it we can either slowly kill the people or wipe them out ...burnt to a crisp. but Surailia has no space program it is not big enough for that.

OOC: Definitely, definitely run it by the draftroom.

There are three or four of them, but this one (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?act=idx) is the real one, that people use.

I suggest also adding your math. People respect you when you can show that you did a lot of work on something.

IC: "If you can get this working, Yanitaria will buy it, and get it off the ground."

the issue is that most of it is theoretical....but its possible i can make a rough draft but it'll be crude...I'm not tech savvy

OOC:I got nothing further to add. What shall we discuss next?

OOC: we don't need anything important i mean i can BS

IC: "So also...you have voted against my peoples application to the UC"

"How can I Change your mind?" As he slipped a baggy towards you

OOC: What's in the bag?

IC: "At the moment we are neutral, although leaning towards 'yes'." Baudoin paused, and took the bag.

OOC:youll see

IC:

The bag not much bigger than a ticktac container it wasn't heavy.

"They're Diamonds pure 110% natural diamonds , some of the last diamonds I'm going to get out of my colonies"

"Hmm, this is a good offer. Tell you what, in exchange for these, and a Naval Station on the island of Corsica, we will agree to vote you into the high Council."