NationStates Jolt Archive

Zamper has invited all leaders of the world to come to Zamper and see its glorious capital city. If your leader is busy, you may send a foreign minister or Secretary of State. The ball starts tonight at 8 PM and President Morris Helton will be at the door of the ball greeting your leaders.

You may bring bodyguards.

Greal will send the Greal Minister of Defense Jason Park since The Greal foreign Minister and the president of Greal are very busy. The Defense Minister will have 15 Imperial Guards guarding him, is this alright?

Greal will send the Greal Minister of Defense Jason Park since The Greal foreign Minister and the president of Greal are very busy. The Defense Minister will have 15 Imperial Guards guarding him, is this alright?

Yes, President Morris will look forward to seeing the Greal defense minister at the Ball.

"If permitted, I would be delighted to attend."

-President Ernesto Villagracia-Ramos

Greal Minister of Defense, Jason Park sat on a seat in a Boeing 787 Dreamliner. He was really inyterested in meeting the Zamper president. He was also excited about meeting other foreign leaders at the ball in zamper, his plane was due to land in 45 minutes.

Foreign Ministry of the Free Republic of Lamoni

To: Zamper

The Free Republic will send Defense Minister Donald Bolan to the ball, as all of our other suitable governmental officials are currently out on diplomatic missions of their own. If this is acceptable, the Defense Minister can be on a plane to your nation within the hour.

Signed,

Tanya Ley
Foreign Minister
Free Republic of Lamoni

Interim President Vasily Demchenko is unable to leave the country at the moment due to the threat of Assasination by the Bulkanian Leadership. We would however like to send some Delegates of the newly declared Independent Nation of Blekova. We have just declared indepencene and would like to be recognises as an independent nation by the international community. maybe this ball will be a good start

Lamoni and Euadnam are welcomed. President Morris looks forward to seeing your officials.

Interim President Vasily Demchenko is unable to leave the country at the moment due to the threat of Assasination by the Bulkanian Leadership. We would however like to send some Delegates of the newly declared Independent Nation of Blekova. We have just declared indepencene and would like to be recognises as an independent nation by the international community. maybe this ball will be a good start

You are accepted, president Morris will look forward to seeing the delegates

The Greal Minister of Defense should be landing any minute now.

The Party have noted your invitation. If permitted, The Dominion of Imperial Big Brother will send our chief diplomat from the Ministry of Peace (with two elite Imperial body guards).

The Party also offers to send the finest Imperial wine and a consignment of the finest Imperial arms, as a gift of peace in all good faith...

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Kostemetsian General Secretary and Interim Foreign Affairs Minister James Bovill would, he says, be delighted to attend. Do you have stardock facilities, and if so, would you consider providing a dock for a medium-size star-yacht?

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Christine van Ooijsten
Kostemetsian President and Assistant Interim Foreign Affairs Minister

Message from Alexander Kazansky, variously-titled leader of Allanea

I will arrive with my retinue, of course.

From the secretary to the Crown Prince of Retired Majors:

His Excellency Prince Julian of Retired Majors is pleased to accept your invitation on behalf of the Royal Family.

His Excellency will be travelling by helicopter with three Royal Guards, and will be arriving at your national airport at 7.

I trust that appropriate transportation will be available, as well as the customary "companionship"

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Kostemetsian General Secretary and Interim Foreign Affairs Minister James Bovill would, he says, be delighted to attend. Do you have stardock facilities, and if so, would you consider providing a dock for a medium-size star-yacht?

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Christine van Ooijsten
Kostemetsian President and Assistant Interim Foreign Affairs Minister

OOC what i've seen Zamper MT
i may join but have to talk wih Neo-Ixania first

All Are accepted, President Morris will be delighted to meet you all.

General Vladimir Jordonivich, the Dictator of Tolstonia would be honoured to attend your ball. He will be bringing 20 armed bodyguards and an entourage of about 15.

Jason Park was in a limo as the car pulled up to the Ball, he got out, while escorted by the Imperial Guards, he beckoned up to President Morris.
"President Morris, I'm the Greal Minister of Defense, Jason park."said Jason holding out his hand to shake the president's hand.

The chopper slowly landed. The air was flung about the great metal hulk like water to a ship. The clothes on the washing lines of nearby gardens/back yards were thrown away like dolls out of a pram (much to the annoyance of the neighbours). The black official helicopter would have looked pretty dignified and official were it not for the fact the pilot was shouting "YEEHAW!" at embarrassing intervals. The bodyguards cracked their fingers, and the pilot soon got the message - and started on the smalltalk. "So, you're on a confidential diplomatic mission? How interesting... Do tell me about it!"
The bodyguards looked sternly at the pilot, and the minister just waved him away - he had no time for this, he had to collect his thoughts. Big events were afoot, and he needed a clear head. He thought a bottle of whiskey would do it - then he tried a second (and a third) before finally collapsing and having to drink seven coffees to look even remotely intelligible.

The minister (called Graal Lans, though that's fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things) was quite a nervous person whose eyes watered at peculiar moments. This had it's upsides and it's downsides. The upside was that they could water had really significant moments and the emotion really told people that he meant what he said. On the downside, they watered almost constantly, and made him look like a prat. Today he was particularly nervous about his mission, and the fact he had two Imperial Special Agents flanking him. But he didn't want to think about that...
Imperial intelligence had sent him a memo on the Imperial wire - this 'ball' was just another dangerous diplomatic mission The Party had sent him on. It was always him who got the 'slightly dangerous' assignments - partly because he had an annoying knack of getting out of them alive, but mostly because the other ministers had better things to do - like iron their hankies or have their ears syringed. Occasionally he got elated by this - they really needed him! But he was mostly depressed about the situation, and wondered which unlucky idiot would replace him when he did eventually snuff it. Probably Jenkins.

The helicopter landed (in an awkward position which was just about on the helipad but not on it enough to look professional), and Graal exited the chopper (with his two bodyguards behind). He smiled, his eyes watered, and the introducing party was bowled over by how much this event meant to him.

Defense Minister Donald Bolan was on board a Lamonian government Boeing 747 for the trip to Zamper. While he was flying there, he was reviewing what the Lamonian Intelligence Agency (LIA) knew about the country. There was very little, with there being little to no contact between these two nations until now. Still, it was better to be safe (and prepared), than sorry.

Several hours later, his aircraft approached Zamperian airspace. Their flight plan had been filed ahead of time, so there shouldn't be any problems.

The much-called-upon Interim Foreign Minister gently guided the controls of the Komödie und Tragödie down through the orbital paths into the atmosphere. The squarish diplomatic singleship's plasma trail rolled out behind it, then terminated, as the ship oriented itself for re-entry ablator burnoff.

A timer started clicking as soon as the first vestiges of atmosphere had been detected. It stopped when re-entry was completed: seven minutes and thirty-five seconds later.

Extending eight metal claws from its underside and unlocking ventral thrusters, the now-spiderlike converted freighter touched down gently on an unused stretch of road.

The helicopter clearly showing the crown of the Royal Family of Retired Majors landed near to the terminal building.

The welcoming party waited over an hour before the door to the helicopter opened and Crown Prince Julian resplendent in ceremonial robes and plumed helmet appeared to raptuous applause (from his retinue).

He climbed down the steps and was met by the welcoming party. He smiled, turned and clicked his fingers at one of his guards. He pointed at one of the female reporters, and at two female passengers. The guard nodded discretely, and the Crown Prince climbed into the back of his limosine, while the guard spoke to the indicated ladies.

To Whoever it Concerns

The DRC would be interested in attending the ball so as to establish diplomacy with assorted smaller nations. We would not be willing to deploy the Head of the Board of Directors, but we could send a member in his stead.

DRC, Diplomatic Division

Five black limos came speeding down the highway leading to the building in which the ball was to be held. There was nothing special about the two limos in the front of the motorcade, or the two in the back, but the limo in the middle was noticeably unique. This was the limo in which Vladimir Jordonivich, his most trusted bodyguards, and his favourite mistress were riding in. It had been custom built, with machine guns built into the front and back of the limo. Naturally it was bulletproof, and the Tolstonian emblem was emblazoned onto the roof and hood of the long limousine. Unknown to many was the fact that in different areas, missile projectors had been concealed, making this vehicle an effective military weapon, to some degree, which was exactly the way the Tolstonian dictator liked it. The five limos approached the grand steps to the entrance of the ball. The first two limos pulled ahead of the steps, and the bodyguards, entourage members, and Jordonivich's personal harem, began exiting these two limos. The central limo stopped, and the driver opened the door. Vladimir Jordonivich steped out, dressed in his elegant General's uniform, which he only saved for special events. He walked up the steps, followed by his bodyguards and entourage, as others were exiting from the back two limos. He shook the hand of the President, and engaged in small talk for a few minutes.

Graal Lans was one of the first people to enter the dance hall. He knew there was a large dinner ceremony planned first, but he always liked the chance to take in the surroundings - as he knew he'd be too drunk later to remember the following morning.

The great, solid, dark oak floor growled at every footstep, and the great chandeliers above hung from the ceiling as stars would in the night sky. The walls were clad with the finest oak and the upholstery was simply stunning. He marvelled at the sheer size of the great west window, which bathed the whole hall in a warm blanket of moonlight. He could see he would enjoy tonight. Even if it could be his last.
His bodyguards finally caught up with him, and scalded Graal for having disappeared. They knew he could be difficult to protect, but this was bordering on stupidity. They all stood watching the orchestra set up. This was the Zamber state orchestra, renowned throughout the world (and indeed, through several star systems) as the artists of the most soothing and perfect sound - while it could fill the heart with joy, it could at a single moment fill the very soul with sorrow, then relief at the return of joy from its arduous trip.

One of his bodyguards suddenly looked very worried. The two bodyguards started whispering urgently to each other with fear in their eyes. They'd clearly heard something through the Imperial wire. Graal would normally have found this particularly rude, but he was too busy trying to remember things. Then, one of the bodyguards whispered a sentence in his ear which turned his heart to ice.

"There's an unidentified device somewhere in the vicinity, sir"

Graal started shaking uncontrollably. How could this happen? This was so unfair - he was here to establish diplomatic relations, and someone was throwing one hell of a spanner into the works. "What do we do?" he asked.
"Leave right now. There's nothing we can do. We've been ordered to get you out. No evacuations" one bodyguard whispered harshly. Graal just couldn't take this information in. How could this happen? He was stuck in this rut.

But then, something much more horrific and unexpected happened. The orchestra turned towards them and muttered away in a tongue Graal didn't understand. It dawned on him. This wasn't the Zamber State Orchestra!
All instruments were pointed at them. A chill ran down Graal's spine. It was the last thing he ever felt.
The silent bullets flew into Graal and his bodyguards and out the other side. They were all dead before they hit the ground.

Down below, in amongst the blanket of darkness, the timer ticked...

Jason Park was in a limo as the car pulled up to the Ball, he got out, while escorted by the Imperial Guards, he beckoned up to President Morris.
"President Morris, I'm the Greal Minister of Defense, Jason park."said Jason holding out his hand to shake the president's hand.

"I'm President Morris. I am delighted to meet you."said President Morris shaking his hand.

"I'm President Morris. I am delighted to meet you."said President Morris shaking his hand.

"Thank you Mr. President. There are some matters I wish to discuss."said the Defense minister, who had a worried look on his face.

After the Lamonian diplomatic plane touched down at the airport, Defense Minister Bolan got into a limosuine, and arrived at the location for the ball.

Alighting from the limo, he went over to where President Morris was standing with the representative from Greal. Seeing a short break in their conversation, the Defense Minister said, "President Morris, I am Defense Minister Donald Bolan of the Free Republic of Lamoni."

After the Lamonian diplomatic plane touched down at the airport, Defense Minister Bolan got into a limosuine, and arrived at the location for the ball.

Alighting from the limo, he went over to where President Morris was standing with the representative from Greal. Seeing a short break in their conversation, the Defense Minister said, "President Morris, I am Defense Minister Donald Bolan of the Free Republic of Lamoni."

"Good evening Mr. Bolan, I welcome you to Zamper."said the President.

The Imperial Airways IAI-600 slid across the tarmac but a couple of minutes after the Lamonian aeroplane, the massive Questarian flag and roundel on its fuselage showing, with pride, the aircraft's nationality for all on the ground to see. Inside, Prince Henry fixed his formal wear, topped up his hip flask and restocked his cigar case. Quickly he arrived at location, and leaving the extremely expensive taxi he brushed himself off casually and broke into the conversation with the Lamonian, the Grealian, and of course, the President himself, when there was an opportunity.

"Greetings, I am Prince Henry of Questers, heir to the throne. I'd like to commend you on what I have seen of your country so far, Mister President. Such a splendid environment."

Henry removed a cigar from his case and light up, savouring the taste of the potentially dangerous luxury.

The Allied States of Durium will send Foreign Minister Frederick Narlock, with six bodyguards - four Special Forces Officers and Two Secret Servicemen.

There was not much of "authority" in Third Spanish States besides the unofficial authority of knowledge from specialists in each of the specialist Direct Democratic Networks which tended to guide the decisions of laymen on their fields of expertise based only on their own merit.

Except for the Army, where there was a small group of democratically elected officers by the soldiers, from fireteam leaders to Majors, and entirely autonomous from the opinion of civilians and of the occasional "armchair general" regarding who should run for such positions which were more an overall acknowledgment of their capabilities by the other members of the military rather than sources of formal, bureaucratic power, as they were only in a position to be trusted with their ideas and plans, not to give orders, strategies and missions, but to suggest them, based on the great trust they had from the "lower" ranks. Another fact of notice is that most majors also took a role as Electronic Warfare Officers, capable of engaging into ELINT and jamming and should a major war come, they would be together with the rest of the Army in the battlefield rather than behind a desk.

Veteran of the Second Spanish Civil war, Julio Sevilla was one of the many who fought in guerrillas against the oppressive government before the Revolution and birth of Third Spanish States. Now with 49 years, and as one of the founders of Third Spanish States Army, he was basically the most adequate "authority" to represent their interests outside. It would also be a chance for him to dance a Tango with some young women, or to have some very pleasant vacations outside Third Spanish States. He had an idea of how to join that party in "style", maybe it was utterly insane, or maybe it would make it seem more than an usually boring ball.

It did not matter as he dressed his black uniform. It was featureless besides a flag of Third Spanish States and a big white A on the place near his shoulder where otherwise a rank symbol would be, and asides from a single medal shaped as a black and red hammer breaking a chain attached to shackles.

´"In recognition of your personal fight against tyranny, we of the first encounter award you with a symbol of your struggle. Of the struggle of many, for all you risked, for the sweat you gave for the cause of freedom and socialism. We award you with the Sign of the Freedom Fighter!"´, he was one of many "freedom fighters" who received medals for their struggle which made Third Spanish State possible, including posthumous recognition and the building of the first monolithic monuments "In Memory of those who gave their lives for the cause of Anarchism" with thousands of names.

It was only a backwards community two decades ago. So much has progressed since then both in peace and war. Technicals gave way to fast stealth tanks, their old AK-47s now replaced by FA-65s, combat helmets with heads-ups displays... their forces passed from a transition from an irregular to a regular force, while the idyllic green landscapes gave their way to megalopolises and Arcologies, the rural fields of agriculture gave way to skyscraper farms and an ecological metropolis was built in the middle of the forests. But with progress came many problems. In his first years in his nation, he could not remind of any crime graver than the occasional orange "disappearing" from a cooperative. Now there were every type of criminals there: slavers, smugglers, murderers...

All became just fragments of thoughts for the old officer as he wore a backpack with a parachute. After they requested and were granted permission to fly on Zamper airspace, the pilot of the discrete and simple Antonov Y-5 explained him they would reach the ball location in a few minutes. He was to get ready for it as they flew towards that location. The trusty 5.7mm Five-seveN pistol never left Julio's holster on his belt and neither did the three 5.7mm magazines stored on his belt, he was his own security.

He jumped from the airplane, and extended his limbs. At the right time he pulled the pin, and the parachute opened safely as he was at a three hundred meters altitude and softly landing. ´"Who would send a diplomatic representative that way?´" was what Julio expected people to wonder as he smiled. Finally, he landed on the top of the building where the ball was to happen, and soon removed the backpack with the parachute as he expected an, unusual reception.

The Defense Minister had walked into the main room where the diplomatic negotiations were to take place, and sat down in a chair. After requesting a glass of ice water from one of the Zamperian aides that were making last minute preparations, he waited for someone to come over to him, and engage in diplomacy.

The Self Proclaimed President Of Bellum Addo was alone in his office overlooking Port Metzkin.He Needed some time away from this cold hell hole he now led.Riots,In Fighting.He Needed A release.
Glad Was He when the next morning as his workers were making his breakfast,his cheif aid ,Yuri Titov, Scurried In and presented him with a letter about some "Ball".President Litvin Smiled."Tell Them Ill Gladly come."He chuckled to Yuri.

-Several Hours Later-
"President were making our final approach into Zamper Airspace"
Litvin smiled,Tonight would do nothing but better his country.
He briskly made his way to his hired limo,his 5 guards in tow and clambered inside.

The Imperial Airways IAI-600 slid across the tarmac but a couple of minutes after the Lamonian aeroplane, the massive Questarian flag and roundel on its fuselage showing, with pride, the aircraft's nationality for all on the ground to see. Inside, Prince Henry fixed his formal wear, topped up his hip flask and restocked his cigar case. Quickly he arrived at location, and leaving the extremely expensive taxi he brushed himself off casually and broke into the conversation with the Lamonian, the Grealian, and of course, the President himself, when there was an opportunity.

"Greetings, I am Prince Henry of Questers, heir to the throne. I'd like to commend you on what I have seen of your country so far, Mister President. Such a splendid environment."

Henry removed a cigar from his case and light up, savouring the taste of the potentially dangerous luxury.

"Thank you Prince Henry. I'm president Morris of Zamper. I welcome you to our nation."said the President pleased.

Jason Park went inside the Ball room, there were very few people inside, that meant that the ball had not started yet. He motioned his guards not to disturb anyone, or interfere with the meeting. Then he grabbed a glass of water and sat down.

Defense Minister Bolan noted the entry of Greal's Defense Minister to the room, but continued to sip his water as he looked around the room from his chair. It was an old habit of his from his (required) military service, and it would probably never leave him.

Defense Minister Bolan noted the entry of Greal's Defense Minister to the room, but continued to sip his water as he looked around the room from his chair. It was an old habit of his from his (required) military service, and it would probably never leave him.

Jason noticed the Lamonian Defense Minister sitting nearby, Jason thought he might as well talk to someone. He got up from his chair and went over to the chair next to the Lamonian delegate.
"Hello, I'm the Jason Park, the Greal Minister of Defense."said Jason holding out his hand to shake with the Lamoian delegate.

"Hello, I'm the Jason Park, the Greal Minister of Defense."said Jason holding out his hand to shake with the Lamonian delegate.

Shaking hands with the Greali Defense Minister, he identified himself, saying, "I am Defense Minister Donald Bolan of the Free Republic of Lamoni. While I know that we have exchanged embassies, I don't believe that our nations really know much of anything about the other. How are things in Greal these days?"

Shaking hands with the Greali Defense Minister, he identified himself, saying, "I am Defense Minister Donald Bolan of the Free Republic of Lamoni. While I know that we have exchanged embassies, I don't believe that our nations really know much of anything about the other. How are things in Greal these days?"

"Well, there is a war ongoing, and I had to leave the mess until I get back. What about in Lamoni, how are things there as well?"asked Jason.

"Well, there is a war ongoing, and I had to leave the mess until I get back. What about in Lamoni, how are things there as well?"asked Jason.

"We are gathering allies, both militarily and economically. We are not at war with anyone, at the moment, and it is our hope that that will stay true for the immediate future." Donald took another sip of his water after that.

The chopper pilot felt anxious. He has just recieved an odd message on the Imperial Wire:

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WIRE_COMM HK76ALPHA
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Imperial Wired Message Recieved
Message Reads
"Code AJ10K - Evac Package"
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He never thought he would have to use his military training. AJ10K was terrible - the literal translation was, "abort, Abort ABORT!". The second part he wasn't sure about, but he assumed that it was why the bodyguards looked so worried before they went inside.

He considered himself in the mirror. Why didn't they want to talk earlier? Diplomats were usually self-loving toffs who loved to talk about themselves - but this one was different. He wasn't interested at all. It was as though he was a dead man walking.

It had been 10 minutes. It was standard protocol to start the engines at this time and fly away - whether the package was on or not! He fired up the engines. He sure hoped they'd be returning. He tried their communicators. All he got was white noise - and an odd ticking sound in the background (but he assumed this was his imagination).

The helicopter lifted off, and the helicopter pilot's mood fell.

"We are gathering allies, both militarily and economically. We are not at war with anyone, at the moment, and it is our hope that that will stay true for the immediate future." Donald took another sip of his water after that.

"We have some same hopes."said the Minister, he was worried about the situation in Greal.