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Generalissimo Korsakov walked onto his presidential balcony, and looked out onto his courtyard. A firing squad executed the last few soldiers of the old nation, while some civilian police officers collected discarded guns and shrapnel. In the distance fires burned, and the screams of the dead and dying echoed. Everywhere Spitzenbergen propaganda posters and those of the old government insulted the eye. "Ivanovitch," He called
"Yes, Sir?"
"Send the message..."

Broadcasting on all frequencies...
Official diplomatic dispatch
The new nation of Spitzenberg wishes to invite all nations to send a representative to the capital, Kriegengrad, where they shall dine on the finest foods. We would hope that this will give other nations a chance to get a look at our new country, and hopefully provide aid to help get us good status on the international scale. Black tie.
RSVP

Broadcasting on all frequencies...
Official diplomatic dispatch
The new nation of Spitzenberg wishes to invite all nations to send a representative to the capital, Kriegengrad, where they shall dine on the finest foods. We would hope that this will give other nations a chance to get a look at our new country, and hopefully provide aid to help get us good status on the international scale. Black tie.
RSVP

The Theocracy of Rogue Protoss heartily agrees to send a represntative, who will have a good will gift of 3,000,000 auras cyrstals(1AC:0.04$)
and an offer from Olapytex Industries for Arms manufacturing in your country.

The Spitzenbergen government would be honored to welcome our first contact. We would hope that the delegate from the theocracy has a nice trip. A zeppelin will pick him and the other delegates up from Korsakov Airstation to take him to Kriegengrad.

"Sir, Sir," Cried Valken Alex Minister of foriegn affairs in Nilpnt,"What is my good friend?" asked Grand leader Timothy Jacks" "Sir, The Nation of Spitzenberg is inviting all nations to send a representative to their nation to dine and to see their nation, from what it seems there has just been an overthrow of some sort, what should we do?" "We will do what any civilized nation should do, inform them that I will be arriving with 5 billion lucians in aid and to see if we should further our diplomatic and economic relations with them." replied Timothy "You sir?" aksed Valken with a certain level of fear in his voice "What better way to see a nation than if I am there first hand." answered Timothy "I guess sir, will you be taking guards?" asked Valken "well of course but just one, let us hope they are as civil as we are." "Let us hope"


To: The People's Republic of Spitzenberg
From: Valken Alex Minister of Foriegn Affairs of Nilpnt

The Grand leader of Nilpnt will be arriving by air to attend your ball, he will be accompinied by one guard boasting an K-14 Battle rifle, with non-lethal rubber bullets and will have an opening aid offer of 5 billion Lucians(2.1776 Lucians = $1) and depending on how the evening goes we see if more will be sent.

My Lord Generalissimo Korsakov,

The High Councilor of the Confederacy of Lockbar sends his congratulations on your lordship's recent coup. In these dark times, new nations must stand firmly together, and His Lordship the High Councilor promises a most high-ranking individual to attend the meeting in Kriegengrad. In addition, though we are a small country, the Confederate Treasury sends a gift of one hundred thousand sets (using a one to one set to pound conversion rate) to ensure and maintain the best of relations between our two fledgling governments.

Yours most sincerely,

Albast of Feyori
Scribe to High Councilor Yarin
Feyori, Lockbar Confederacy

The Spitzenbergen government would be honored to welcome our first contact. We would hope that the delegate from the theocracy has a nice trip. A zeppelin will pick him and the other delegates up from Korsakov Airstation to take him to Kriegengrad.

Thank you, for the kind offer, we have heard of an overthrow, naturally you will need more weapons for the military after such an exhaustive and righteous fight, so a modified troop carrier will be sent bearing 18,000 AK-47 and 4,000 M16s as a gift from our arms industries as well as 2000 Abram Tanks

SIC:

John Batther sat infront of his desk reading reports, invitations, and war declerations. He finished a pile of confidential reports on the 11,000 in Cripistan and then he came upon a worl invitation to dine and tour a new nation by the name of Spitzenberg in their capital Kriegengrad. John then pushed the button on his intercom and told his secretary to have Walter Roberts come to the office. Walter then entered the office five minutes later with his standard AK-47 slung across his back. "Yes sir, you called me in here." "Ah, yes. Walter, well I plan on going to dine in Kriegengrad, the capital of some new nation, I think the nation is called Spitzenberg, but that doesn't matter. You remember what happened at the Hegemony Ball?" Wlater shook his yes, "well, I can't risk that happening so you will be accompanying me to protect me on this trip. You may choose two others to come as well." "Yes, sir, I will have my men ready by this afternoon, any weapons choice by you?" "Bah, just take any weapon you want, I'll say you are bringing rubber bullets. That will cover anything." "Yes sir. Thank you sir." and Walter left the room. He came back an hour later with two other men, Robert Gulish and Farder Harlem. Walter had with him an AK-47, a M3 Super 90, two Colt Desert Eagles one holster on each side, and a SVD slung across his back. Robert had an AK-10, two Colt Desert Eagles, and a M21 Sniper Rifle, and Farder had three Colt Desert Eagles, a M3 Super 90, and Remington 1100 Tactical Shotgun.

To the Government of Spitzenberg,

I, John Batther, of The Imperial Republic of Greston wishes to take part in the dining at Kriegengrad to better our relations. I will be acompanied by three of my most trust worthy gaurds. I wish to see you there.

John Batther, Walter Roberts, Robert Gulish, and Farder Harlem entered an unarmed Apache and started their journey to Spitzenberg and Kriegengrad.

ooc: can I assume everyone has arrived at the airstation and are waiting for the zeppelin?

ooc: can I assume everyone has arrived at the airstation and are waiting for the zeppelin?

OOC:yup

They had just heard the latest news stated by the nation of Spitzenberg. "Sir, we have just receievd this new message from Spitzenberg. They seem like a friendly nation." The Prime Minister looked disappointed. "Damn it, I can't go. Tell General Burlatov to go, he will do a good job representing us."

After 2 hours General Burlatov was on his way to Spitzenberg.

To the government of Spitzenberg

Gretting from The Royal-Union!
We have heard your communique, we would like to send General Burlatov official representative from our nation.

Regards,

Gordon Howard
Gordon Howard
Prime Minister
The United Socialist States of The Royal-Union

Korsakov Airstation looked deserted, the dull grey concrete blackend with the pollution of the old state. In the distance the sound of waves breaking againt the shore could be heard. A foghorn from one of the warships of the Spitzenbergen fleet sounded, its moan making the very ground rumble.
Quietly at first and getting gradually louder, the sound of droning pulse jets filled the air, along with the reek of combusting methane gas. Slowly, majestically, a behemoth of an airship hurled itself out of the candy-floss like black clouds and hovered above the party of delegates. But this was no goodyear blimp. Far from the reinforced rubber helium filled gasbag of its smaller cousin, this airship had a hollow aluminium cigar shaped tube filled with hydrogen, and, leaving behind propeller engines it was equipped with several methane burning pulse jets. It floated slowly downwards and landed on the runway about 10 meters from them. A side door opened and a red carpet was rolled out all the way to the waiting delegates. At the end of it, Michael Ivanovitch was waiting. He smiled a creepy smile. "Why hello!," he called. "Welcome to Spitzenberg!"

Fortress Command, Unknown Location

The television droned, "Apparently, in the small section of the world that is Kriegengrad, a coup has taken place. No word from the Czar or from High Command, but it looks like some units of the 1st Division and of the Northern Ocean Fleet are gearing up. Mister Kulokov, what is your take on this incident?"

The bald, yet tall, man adjusted his tie, and then spoke. "Well, Miss June, in my opinion this is a complete absurdity. These Kriegengradians have rebelled against a government, probably claiming abuses of some sort, and then what do they do? They mass murder soldiers! A coup is one thing. This was no coup; this was a blood bath."

The General shut off the TV and turned to his aide. "Did we receive word from High Command, comrade?"

The newly minted brigadier colonel nodded nervously. "Yes, comrade General. They intend to send a representative, however, they are going to station some units of the Northern Oceanic Fleet off of the Kriegengradian coast. Also, the representative will warn these new...allies...to watch what they do in future, ah, executions."

The General nodded. "Good, comrade. We must teach these new nations a lesson before they grow too out of hand."

Message
To: Kriegengrad
Re: Invitation

We will attend, comrades. However, units from our Northern Oceanic Fleet will be stationed off of your coast in case of an, ah, emergency.

Good day.

To the government of Theoroshia. Spitzenberg will see the entry of ships, unescorted into our territory a direct act of war. Seven Rieksmann class FAC minisubs will escort your ships into and out of our waters. Thank you.

The government of Theoroshia (respectfully) doesn't care what Spitzenberg thinks. Our ships will progress without incident, and any ships within firing range of our ships will be shot at unless properly identified. I hope that this clears up any issues.

From: Jonas Miette, Foreign Minister
To: Generalissimo Korsakov of Spitzenberg

The Queendom of Lussa would be pleased to send Lorenzo Bellucci, one of our nation's diplomats, to the dinner in Kriegengrad. We hope that our nations can begin to build diplomatic relations and you are more than welcome to send a delegate to the coronation of our new monarch and the diplomatic conference in Monteriano, our capital city.

Signed,
Jonas Miette,
Foreign Minister

At the end of it, Michael Ivanovitch was waiting. He smiled a creepy smile. "Why hello!," he called. "Welcome to Spitzenberg!"

"Hello Premier Ivanovitch, I am Judicator Aldaris of the the Theocracy of Rogue Protoss, i give you my nation salutations and warm greetings "

Timothy Jacks stepped out from where he was standing, he looked over to his guard "It has been some time since I've seen a zepplin", "Ya me too, hope its safe" replied his guard, "Ya lets hope" replied Timothy as he walked out to meet their greeter, "My name Timothy Jacks, Grand leader of Nilpnt, this is my guard Mikhail Luferrson" he said as he extended his hand for a greeting.

The Spitzenbergen premier took the offered hand with both of his, and shook it with a rugby-players grip. In his thickly accented voice, he heartily proclaimed: "My good friends. I welcome you all, and sincerely hope you enjoy the flight. He looked pointedly at the Theoroshian ambassador. But, we may have to ready the coastal defences to deal with the threat of your ships, no offense intended..."
He said a few words in harsh, guttural Spitzenbergen into his lapel microphone. "Please, come on board and be seated. The flight to the capitol takes a while.... All the better, that I might discuss Spitzenbergs plans for the future with you. Earl Grey?"

"Earl Grey would be excelente thank you" said Timothy as he took a glance at the Theoroshian ambassador and thought to himself "Why would such a young nation already need to worry about war?", His guard sensed this and said lightly in his ear "I don't know about you, but tonight may be a night to remember" "indeed" replied Timothy, He looked to the Theoroshian ambassador again and then his host before saying " Mr. Ivanovitch once we get to our destination is there a closed circut line where I can contact my head of staff?"

The Premier laughed at the man. "The Fleet is the least of your worries, comrade, should you choose to fire upon them. I will have all but one of them retreat to international waters if they make you uneasy."

The Spitzenbergen premier took the offered hand with both of his, and shook it with a rugby-players grip. In his thickly accented voice, he heartily proclaimed: "My good friends. I welcome you all, and sincerely hope you enjoy the flight. He looked pointedly at the Theoroshian ambassador. But, we may have to ready the coastal defences to deal with the threat of your ships, no offense intended..."
He said a few words in harsh, guttural Spitzenbergen into his lapel microphone. "Please, come on board and be seated. The flight to the capitol takes a while.... All the better, that I might discuss Spitzenbergs plans for the future with you. Earl Grey?"

Earl gray would be lovely, now on the plans for the future, we want to aid Spitzenberg economically, fianicially and politically, seeing as we share similar ideologies

(( Is it still possible to send a represenitive? ))

The four men stood waiting for the zeppilin. The body guards had all of their weapons slung across their back accept for their standard AK in their hands in rest position.

(Ooc: its not too late to send a delegate, just assume that you are on the zeppelin, ok? P.S, if anyones interested, my nations national anthem can be found here:http://www.sovmusic.ru/english/download.php?fname=belarmia)

My Nilpntian comrade. If you wish to contact your chief of staff you may use the pilot's vox-caster. You have not seen enough of our country to give away... sensitive information. Now, on to business. Rouge Protoss, we thank you for your aid. Spitzenberg wishes to become a major naval power, but at the same time we want to be one of the most, how do you say... Eco-friendly nations in the globe. Before you embarked, you may have noticed the smell of methane. Not only does this power our dirigibles, but is the power for our nation. In the powerplants, sewage and waste rots to create noxious and flammable gasses, that are then piped to homes all around the nation. We use the more poisonous gasses as weapons. We plan to create a fleet of large ships, almost identical to the Sverdlov class (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sverdlov_class_cruiser) only with a docking port for a derigible and a greener engine. The general will brief you further. But look! Kriegengrad approaches! The sound of the Spitzenbergen national anthem came through some hidden speakers.

(I am going to assume my diplomat is on the zepplin.)

Lorenzo Bellucci looked at the picture of his family that he kept with him at all times and smiled. He had desired to be home with them for the holidays and hoped that he would be able to get back to them. Lorenzo stared out one of the zepplin's windows and looked at the city as he listened to the anthem. He put the picture back into his wallet and walked towards Mr. Ivanovich, watching the other guests as he walked. They were all here for the same purpose, he thought, to establish relations with Spitzenberg. Fixing his suit, he looked at Mr. Ivanvovich and gave him a firm handshake.

"Lorenzo Bellucci of the Queendom of Lussa. It is a pleasure to be here in Spitzenberg."

OOC: I will be on vacation for a couple of weeks so I will withdraw my diplomat.

The four men, along with a few other delegates saw Kriegengrad only a bit ahead. Soon they would be there to start their dinner and their tour.

The zeppelin cut its engines and floated towards what looked like a T.V mast with a lift attached to it. A hook on the bottom of the cabin caught onto a wire suspended between two rods like a slingshot, and closed up like a monkey wrench. The lift (elevator) extended up to the airship, opened its doors and clamped magnetically over the around the exit. Ivanovich walked over to the inside of the exit and opened it. "Gentlemen, the door to Kriegengrad is open."

OOC:Just a head's up My Country is a combination of several Alternate Dimensions of human history
(the process is too lengthy to enumerate right now) All these game universes have converged to form my nation...(actually we don't exist in any part of the world we just open a dimension gate for us to pass through so i guess where that gate opens represents my nation's location.) Located at the middle of the Bermuda triangle


IC:Four dropships escorted by 4 battle cruisers roared over head the parked Zeppelin. General Master Chief was uncomfortable with this set up..He knew the boys from Alpha squadron are good but he'd rather have his Body guard of Spartan soldiers..Never the less it was time to broadcast the message...Imagine they had to use old radio transmitters just to establish contact....


To:The People's Republic of Spitzenberg
From:General Master Chief of the United Gaming Leauge
We have received your transmission and I shall be arriving via air transport to your airfield. Please make sure that Additional Accomodations are made for 50 Alpha Squadron marines..We have included a Shipment of Kayhadrin crystals which we use in weapon production along with Vespene Gas.
Looking forward to the evening
-Master Chief


OOC:Wow A Protoss and a Halo Spartan....What a combo

Timothy walked over to the pilots vox-caster was soon in contact with his cheif of staff Anton Verlet the two began speaking in Nilpntian.

Timothy "Vleren Alke trojilt, dexkin vi nolistan."

Anton "Grevf Entn reopwa Noshtic ver defsten."

Timothy "Kriegengrad Vlaust duaw Va cetten."

Anton "Ah, Rafton Enstil gruten ontrik."

Timothy "Fret squiili Von nisch Rogue Protoss, Theoroshia, Greston, United gaming Leauge, Frew The Royal-Union."

Anton "Prolten Zie terb iliop, Dienstin Nilpnt."

Timothy "Dienstin Nilptnt."

Timothy hung up the vox-caster "Now thats done shall we get on with the evening Mr. Ivanvovich? as he took his last drink from the glass of Earl Grey.

To All of the Nations Attending this Dinner,

After the dinner, my body gaurds and I shall be leaving to go back to our own nation to host a ball in our capital city. For anyone who wishes to accompnay me to Greston and go to the ball may.

OOC:

The link is here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=545672)

21 December 2007
Halsanki, Northern Rangeria
The Ministry of Foreign Affairs


TO:
Generalissimo Korsakov
Kriegengrad, Spitzenberg


Good Generalissimo,

The Principality of Northern Rangeria sends You and Your glorious nation Our most deepest respect and gratitude for Your generous invitation to attend this diplomatic congregation at Your illustrious capital. It is with great sadness that we must decline this most generous offer. It is customary in Northern Rangeria to close our borders and retreat into a period of personal meditation and deliberation on this darkest time of the year. Due to this period of isolation We are unable to send Our representative until January, depending on the current situation in Our young nation.

We do wish, however, to form diplomatic contacts with Your new government, as well as assure the continuous peaceful co-existence of Our two nations.



On behalf of His Highness Prince Mikhail IV, Dux Maximus, Lord of North Rangeria, Protector of the Most Sanctified Beard of St Gid of the Greens,

Duke Stapani Aalthone,
Minister of the Exterior

IC:Master Chief's Dropship had touched down at the Spitzberg airport. He stepped out of the dropship dressed in a tux..well what could pass as a tux in spartan armor. Behind him the SCV's began unloading the Kaydarin Crystals and Vespene tanks to be given to the Spitzberg goverment....He stood patiently among 50 Alpha Squadron marines waiting for their transport to the event.

A platoon of men clad in black stormtrooper uniforms ran into the airstation, assembled in a row and presented arms formally. Four biodiesel powered Ural trucks rolled in behind them, accompanied by two motorcycle combinations, a staff car and two Damiler armoured cars. A man in the uniform of a colonel disembarked and walked towards the Leaugesman. "Greetings, Mien herr." (Spitzenbergen is a mixture of Russian, Afrikaans and German, but mainly Russian) "Welcome to Spitzenberg. I am Master of Costal Defences, Colonel Borborovitch. In the lorries you will find space for most of your men, and all of your gifts, save the tanks. A detatchment of your men may need to drive the tanks. Just... follow the convoy..."

At the bottom of the lift, a bullet proof limo awaited, flanked by two Damilers. Generalissimo Korsakov stood next to the open door, displaying the luxury within. "Welcome to Spitzenberg, Comrades."

IC:Master chief was getting impatient..and so where the other marines. Not to mention hungry...If their Group wasn't greeted soon they might as well head home....


OOC:Master chief is getting impatient...and you'll probably loose a valuable trade opportunity..

A platoon of men clad in black stormtrooper uniforms ran into the airstation, assembled in a row and presented arms formally. Four biodiesel powered Ural trucks rolled in behind them, accompanied by two motorcycle combinations, a staff car and two Damiler armoured cars. A man in the uniform of a colonel disembarked and walked towards the Leaugesman. "Greetings, Mien herr." (Spitzenbergen is a mixture of Russian, Afrikaans and German, but mainly Russian) "Welcome to Spitzenberg. I am Master of Costal Defences, Colonel Borborovitch. In the lorries you will find space for most of your men, and all of your gifts, save the tanks. A detatchment of your men may need to drive the tanks. Just... follow the convoy..."

About time...Muttered Master Chief. Alright boys Load up the gifts and get in the truck i'll ride the Limo. We have some chow waiting for us... Move it And Pick up the pace!!

Generallissimo Korsakov awaited the rest of the delegates at the bottom of the lift. What could be taking them so long?

Timothy soon came from the lift, chuckling to himself, "Sorry it took so long, My name Is Timothy Jacks Grand Leader of The Freewilled State and Workers National Socialist order of Nilpnt" he said as he shook the hand of the man whom he did not know the name of.

When the ambassador extended his hand, he was instantly faced with fifteen rifle barrels. The generalissimo waved away his guards and took the hand "Generalissimo Alexi von Korsakov." Sorry about them.

(OOC its pretty hectic what with it being crimbo, so lets pick this up in january, ok dudes?)

OOC: Yep fine by me.

OOC: ok sure

roit. I'm back! ure turn to post, i think!

OOC: Nope yours.

There was a big heave as the zeppilen touched ground. A few other delegates rushed off of it then the four Grestonians walked to the opening and Joh nodded to a man who was standing with a bunch of soldiers at the bottom of the ramp. The four of them walked down the ramp and John walked up to the man with the soldiers and extended his arm and said, "Hello, I am President John Batther of Greston." John kept his other hand close to his chest.

"I am so pleased that two great nations could send delegates to my rather megre nation, comrades. If the other delegates have nothing to say, then let all of us retire to my car." The soleirodads of the presidential guard stepped down, while a retired fighter pilot, now Korsakov's chauffeur opened the limousine doors.

Timothy was the first to get in, wondering how long it would take to get to where they were going, "So mister Alexi Am I allowed to smoke?". Timothy's guard looked over, "So, what is the Guards transportation?".

I did not think that practically all of you would bring guards, so I can call trucks or an APC for you all, on your preference. My guards will stay here at the zeppelin platform. Theres plenty more where they came from at my house (palace lol). He pulled out a pipe. Yes, its ok if you smoke, comrade. Shall we go?

Also, comrade, I would appreciate if you addressed me as "General von Korsakov" not Mr Alexi.

"Sorry General von Korsakov no harm intended" timothy says as he pulls out a pack of filtered cigerettes "Finest tobacco in the world, haha I wish", "May I have one sir, we weren't permitted to carry anything personal", "Personal, when does cigarrettes become personal, anyway, General von Korsakov I would very much love to know what political ideology your nation constitutes under?"


(OOC: Lol, your nation has a black market in book publishing, WTF, lol)

"Political ideology... hmmmm," Korsakov contemplated. Ivanovitch came to the rescue. He whispered into his general's ear, in Spitzenbergen. The general looked relieved and triumphant. "Oh... sort of far - left Neo - marxist Non - Capitalist Totalitarian military dictatorship thingy," he said vaugely, muttering the last bits. "Why, what are you?"
He started to move towards the limo.

(Ooc: black market in book publishing! you think thats bad! Last week it was furniture restoration XD)

Timothy thought for a second as he started for the limo, then sayed in a very proud voice "What are we, well our natioal name says it all, Freewilled State and Workers National Socialism," His voiced died down to a casual tone, "our own home grown off branch of socialism, mixing both right and left in to one, its like Capital-communism." Timothy puts out his cigerette and steps in to the limo.


(Ooc: Are we the only ones left?)

(OOC: I don't know:confused: *eyes dart around the room* Is there anybody else out there? *eerie silence punctuated by twigs snapping*)

Looks like this died, "sigh" :(:(, well better luck next time, lol.

thanx

OOC: I can join this if possible. Neo-Ixania is interested in diplomatic relations with Spitzenberg.