Greater Guyana
27-06-2008, 16:39
[OOC: Hello! The player behind the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg gave me permission to role-play this puppet account, and helped type up this joint opening post (specifically, the parts beyond the first bolded part and before the announcement by the Grand Ducal Decree), so thanks VL! Participating in this play include the player behind Southeast Asia (with I controlling the Greater Guyanan Dominion), the player behind the newly risen Imperial Federated States of Romandeos, with the IFSR hungry for empire, and the player behind the Most Serene Imperium of Izistan—with the Izistani Imperium being covertly involved (read: Secret IC) with the Greater Guyanan Dominion in hopes of economic returns and a prosperous long-term future. This conflict is *closed* to all entities not crucially involved. Naturally, this conflict which will deem the fate of the island and geopolitical consequences beyond it’s fate...without further ado, ladies and gentlemen, get ready to RUUUMMMMMMMMBBBBBBBBBBLLLLLLLLLLLEEEE!]
A Successful Struggle from Tyranny, or Out of the Frying Pan and into the Flames?
Somewhere in Van Luxemburg, near Guyana...
Circa 2008 CE...
It shall be any moment now. was the sole thought of a well-built, man of late middle age, alone in his office.
Months and years of planning had lead to this. At long last, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg’s grasp on Guyana would be unhinged. The Guyanan Liberation Movement might not have been successful, at least for the many many times it tried, but now it would. Planning and scheming, even more elaborate constructions and reservations, were all employed over the course of months now. Social protests and what not were slowly undermining the Van Luxemburgian general populace’s belief that they should be keeping the island. The legislature of their unbearable dominator would at last lose political self-consciousness, disregarding reputation for practicality. This would give rise to the birth of a new nation.
Thierry Karbel is a complete nincompoop who fortunately I won’t have to worry about. thought the man with contempt. He was glad that Karbel was nowhere to interfere with his plans—the leader of the short-lived People’s Republic of Guyana Island, whose bumbling arrogance and outmoded political doctrine cost the sovereignty of the island. Then again, I dislike miscommunication...there were things in that plan that went horribly wrong thanks to that. Thankfully, Project Ultimate Arc is fully in fruitition, thanks to a network of funders which the intelligence services of the Grand Duchy never quite smashed.
The man was lying in a chair flat in his office. It was the sort of chair that you would expect in a psychiatrist’s office, designed for one to recline. Hell, Thierry Karbel isn’t in existence anymore...I had to rid of that blasted idiot for sure, and I don’t regret sending his vessel to the bottom of the Seven Seas. Still, there are members within the Guyanan Liberation Movement that agree with his defunct school of thought...no matter.
Getting up from the chair, there was a 15-inch screen laptop computer sitting on a mahogany desk. He put his buttocks on a different chair, meant for this mahogany desk. The chair was leather and capable of reclining. The man seemed content, confident, disciplined. It’s a good thing to be the Boss. he thought; had one heard him one would notice a degree of superciliousness.
The Boss then reached for the wireless mouse, smiling briefly at the beautiful screensaver of a butterfly dancing in a perfect sunny day, with clear blue skies, and cool breezes. The Boss’s hand paused, hovering over the mouse to admire the screensaver. It was a photograph taken on the island of Guyana. How beautiful my homeland is, he thought, and how beautiful is it of me to finally realize evolving economic philosophy...much bounty lies on my oppressed land and people, in resources.
His hand fell on the wireless mouse. The screensaver faded. It revealed an Adobe PDF file, encrypted and transmitted through the tightest and securest of communications. The document, had a picture of the DR-83 Tactical Assault Rifle (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10318644&postcount=1).
Boulevard 5. Mee 1945, Residence du Premier, Luxembourg
Despite the fact the Premier’s Residence was a tiny palace; it was in an ideal position for the Grand Duchy’s head of government for the coming four years. Located right next to the Ministry of General Affairs, protected by Marechaussee troops and a thought-out security system, he or she would have nothing to fear from the outside, save from some uncalculated risks in times of peace. On the other side of the Boulevard 5, Mee 1945 was the Ministry of General Affairs, a building constructed in the same style as the Premier’s Residence. In the distance, one could see either the legislative complex or the Grand-Ducal Palace, depending on which direction one looked.
Within his spacious executive office, Premier Nicolas Hirtz was seemingly at work as usual. He sent mails, read his own, met with people that he had appointments with, and met with his cabinet. Nothing special, you would expect, but this day was a little bit different. He had a meeting with the Guyana Committee, an investigation group formed within the Ministry of General Affairs to solve the problems the Grand Duchy currently had with it’s first and foremost colony. Outside his office, three officials of the research unit sat on comfortable chairs, each taking small sips from a cup of coffee. When the Premier welcomed them in, the three individuals put their cups down and respectfully rose from their chairs; each of them nodding quickly and entering the office for three chairs arranged for them. There was no need to introduce their persons for all were already acquainted with one another.
“Gentlemen, sit down, please. I see you already had your coffee. Then I suggest we get to the essence of this visit, your recommendation for our colony.” Premier Hirtz said, as he gestured towards the chairs, and sat down on a modest office chair himself.
“Well, sir...” Wilhelm Amsel, the older, blue-suited, blonde-haired man in the middle spoke, “my colleagues and I have one recommendation. After careful research, visits to the island...”
“Yes, yes, I believe all that. Just get to the core straightaway, please.” The Premier interrupted, somewhat agitated.
“No matter what we invest in the island with our current policies, we will not be able to keep it under our full control anymore. Sending the Grand Ducal Army will not solve the problem and will only lead to unneeded casualties. We recommend selling off the island, regardless of price.” The younger, brown-haired, lavender-suited man called Alessandro Kaelin spoke while not moving any other muscle; supporting the notion the Grand Duchy should abandon Guyana Island.
“I see your point, gentlemen, but will you understand that this will be very hard to get through the second chamber? It is very hard, if not impossible.” Premier Hirtz said, somewhat concerned.
“We have thought about that too.” Mr. Amsel spoke, “We would want to recommend you to go to the Grand Duke, and let him draft it through the first chamber. It will have a greater chance of success. We also would like to advise you to gift it to one of our close friends. After a careful selection programme, we have concluded that our best option would be Romandeos …and as you know, a revolution has undergone Romandeos, but that is not our concern.”
‘I will speak to the Grand Duke about this matter. In fact, I will do that immediately. The only problem is that he is near Venezia at the moment, but I will try to reach him.’ Hirtz said, as he rose from his seat and opened the door of his office to let the committee members out.
“Please do it in person. There will be a better chance of success.” said the middle-aged, orange-haired, gray-suited, black-tied Adelbert Lafranchi as he and the rest of the Guyana Committee walked out the door.
“I will, gentlemen. Goodbye.” The Premier assured them as he closed the door. He sighed, and then moved on to the telephone to make sure the governmental Gulfstream jet, acquired for domestic flights, was ready at Luxembourg-Findel.
Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio
The sounds of roaring automobile engines filled the air as several black, camouflaged cars whizzed past over the banked track of the Moiano circuit. This could all be heard from the entrance of the national motorsport track, which also functioned as the prime test location for Monteluci and Lepanto automobiles.
As Premier Hirtz’s Duca slowly made its way towards the entrance of the main building, another set of cars catapulted past over the track, leaving their engine notes echoing around again. As the Monteluci slowly halted at the main entrance, the door was opened by a single Marechaussee, who was serving as a guard to the Grand Duke. As the Van Luxemburgian Premier quickly thanked the guard, he walked on and entered the building. He then was keen on taking the lift to the top floor, but had to wait until it had reached the ground floor first. As the lift doors opened, Premier Hirtz quickly stepped inside, pressed the button for the top floor, and watched the doors close. He felt the lift ascending quickly, reaching the top floor in a matter of seconds. As he exited the lift, he greeted the Marechaussee guard standing next to the lift. The guard saluted back in a military fashion, before returning to his original stance.
“Premier Hirtz? What are you doing here?” The voice sounded through the room that offered a view of the track. It belonged to the Grand Duke, who looked curiously at the person who had just entered.
“I…need to talk with you, sir, in private.” said Premier Hirtz as he looked around the room, motioning towards the door as he looked towards individuals other than the Grand Duke. As they all left, without saying a word, the Premier closed the door and locked it. He then sat down at the same table the Grand Duke sat, and began speaking.
“I just had a conversation with Messrs Amsel, Kaelin, and Lafranchi of the Guyana Committee. I came straight down here to tell you the result, as it is quite…unconventional.” He paused for a moment before continuing.
“They advise us to give up Guyana, preferably to an ally like the newly rechristened ‘Imperial Federated States of Romandeos’.” Hirtz said swiftly.
The Grand Duke sat motionless for a moment, processing what the Premier had told him and the Committee’s findings. The Premier continued his explanation.
“It would really be the best decision. If we continue holding Guyana Island to ourselves, it will cost us billions of euros. The majority of both the First and Second Chambers would be in favour of the decision…the general Van Luxemburgian populace is finally in unanimous agreement due to exhausted patience; we have little to worry about reputation. You only have to say yes, before we can make it an official Grand-Ducal Decree.”
The Grand Duke answered with a nod of his head before speaking.
“Very well, it shall be a decree. We currently have other things on our mind than trying to control a small island that has its own ideas.”
Premier Hirtz nodded in agreement, before he rose from his seat and walked out the door, revealing the lift doors with the nearby Marechaussee guard at the ready. The Grand Duke of Van Luxemburg watched on his colleague took the lift, and the doors closed behind Premier Nicolas Hirtz. The Grand Duke would then have the individuals who left the Premier and him alone return to continue watching the track.
A few days later…
Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio
It would be earth-shattering news for the residents of the cities of the island, and to nations which maintained a relationship with the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg. It would have been received over the airwaves of the Romandeosian Transnational Radio Network, the international news radio channel which was under the jurisdiction of Channel NewsAsia, in the Federal Kingdom of Triancia’s media services, and elsewhere. For the mysterious man, he knew that the time was ecstatic for the people of Guyana Island. Thankfully for a certain individual, the masses were not violent, but one could easily sense the animosity beneath the blanket of tranquillity that marked the civil celebrations on the island. All over the island, Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg read out his Decree, over the radio, television, and the Internet.
Official Televised Statement by Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg
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Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg: Having passed through the First and Second Chambers of our legislature, here today at this humble town, I read out to you my Grand-Ducal Decree regarding the fate of Guyana Island.
WHEREAS, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg has provided the people of Guyana Island by investing millions of Euros for human development;
WHEREAS, the populace of Guyana Island still resent the leadership of Van Luxemburg despite the offerings of help;
WHEREAS, the resentment were to build up due to a Van Luxemburgian military, economic, and political presence;
WHEREAS, the presence of all three of these factors were to be mitigated or removed altogether, bloodshed for both the people of the Grand Duchy and the people of Guyana Island could be avoided under a colonial Guyana;
WHEREAS, the great likelihood of power vacuum on Guyana Island would lead to unnecessary problems due to the removal of such presences and possibly conflict yet again as seen in the year 2006;
WHEREAS, the Guyana Commission created by the Ministry of General Affairs recommends selling the island;
WHEREAS, the Imperial Romandeosian Government wishes to acquire Guyana Island for a sum of VL€15,000,000,000;
WHEREAS, the findings of the Guyana Commission of the Ministry of General Affairs support the best scenario of certain departure, with the likelihood of collapse of order, and the Imperial Romandeosian Government’s interests in acquiring Guyana;
WHEREAS, a provisional/transitional government shall be established, a Guyana Interim Administrative Institution for the continuation of stability and maintaining other services (like the civil service);
TO BE RESOLVED; for a sum of VL€15,000,000,000, in the interests of triple party benefit in overall welfare, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg formally allows the transfer of sovereignty over Guyana Island to the Imperial Federated States of Romandeos.
Submitted by:
Koen van Luxemburg
Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg
June 27, 2008
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and farewell.
End Speech
In the living room of the house of the Boss…
Ah shit. was the thought of the Boss as he glared at the plasma television screen with a look that showed how half-surprised he was. Why didn’t I quite plan for this?
He should have known that the now former overlord of the island, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg would have pulled something off like this. Although their master had lost patience it was evident that they remembered the actions of a certain foolish communist warlord. 15,000,000,000 in Van Luxemburgian euros! Jesus Christ, it seems this newly ascendant power is very much ready to throw the monkey-wrench…
He was watching the Van Luxemburgian state-sponsored news channel, seeing the Grand Duke get flooded by flashing cameras and nosy reporters, all of which the Grand Duke declined. The head-of-state entered a VLT L7, which was then swiftly driven away. The reading of the decree had commenced at Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio, far away from the capital of Luxembourg. Perhaps the reading of the decree had to do with political symbolism. Perhaps it had to do with diverting attention to a friendlier Van Luxemburgian image, for one to smile at the fine roadwork and automotive design. But whatever the case, it was clear that the Grand Duchy received a handsome bag of dough, and it was notable that the growing Romandeosian power was up for the task.
It is doubtless the Van Luxemburgians will arrange for a small armed force under the control of the Guyana Interim Administrative Institution to maintain their criminal order until the Romandeosian menace’s arrival. thought the Boss as he pressed the “Off” button on the television remote control. He then left for his working office, the laptop screen closed; the computer hibernated.
He lifted the screen up, revealing a pair of e-mail alerts. “The longer we make them take,” he said with a wry grin, looking at the attachments in the e-mail messages, one containing a helicopter and one containing a light battle tank; each message also having what looked like an accounting fee. “the longer it takes!”
A Successful Struggle from Tyranny, or Out of the Frying Pan and into the Flames?
Somewhere in Van Luxemburg, near Guyana...
Circa 2008 CE...
It shall be any moment now. was the sole thought of a well-built, man of late middle age, alone in his office.
Months and years of planning had lead to this. At long last, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg’s grasp on Guyana would be unhinged. The Guyanan Liberation Movement might not have been successful, at least for the many many times it tried, but now it would. Planning and scheming, even more elaborate constructions and reservations, were all employed over the course of months now. Social protests and what not were slowly undermining the Van Luxemburgian general populace’s belief that they should be keeping the island. The legislature of their unbearable dominator would at last lose political self-consciousness, disregarding reputation for practicality. This would give rise to the birth of a new nation.
Thierry Karbel is a complete nincompoop who fortunately I won’t have to worry about. thought the man with contempt. He was glad that Karbel was nowhere to interfere with his plans—the leader of the short-lived People’s Republic of Guyana Island, whose bumbling arrogance and outmoded political doctrine cost the sovereignty of the island. Then again, I dislike miscommunication...there were things in that plan that went horribly wrong thanks to that. Thankfully, Project Ultimate Arc is fully in fruitition, thanks to a network of funders which the intelligence services of the Grand Duchy never quite smashed.
The man was lying in a chair flat in his office. It was the sort of chair that you would expect in a psychiatrist’s office, designed for one to recline. Hell, Thierry Karbel isn’t in existence anymore...I had to rid of that blasted idiot for sure, and I don’t regret sending his vessel to the bottom of the Seven Seas. Still, there are members within the Guyanan Liberation Movement that agree with his defunct school of thought...no matter.
Getting up from the chair, there was a 15-inch screen laptop computer sitting on a mahogany desk. He put his buttocks on a different chair, meant for this mahogany desk. The chair was leather and capable of reclining. The man seemed content, confident, disciplined. It’s a good thing to be the Boss. he thought; had one heard him one would notice a degree of superciliousness.
The Boss then reached for the wireless mouse, smiling briefly at the beautiful screensaver of a butterfly dancing in a perfect sunny day, with clear blue skies, and cool breezes. The Boss’s hand paused, hovering over the mouse to admire the screensaver. It was a photograph taken on the island of Guyana. How beautiful my homeland is, he thought, and how beautiful is it of me to finally realize evolving economic philosophy...much bounty lies on my oppressed land and people, in resources.
His hand fell on the wireless mouse. The screensaver faded. It revealed an Adobe PDF file, encrypted and transmitted through the tightest and securest of communications. The document, had a picture of the DR-83 Tactical Assault Rifle (http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10318644&postcount=1).
Boulevard 5. Mee 1945, Residence du Premier, Luxembourg
Despite the fact the Premier’s Residence was a tiny palace; it was in an ideal position for the Grand Duchy’s head of government for the coming four years. Located right next to the Ministry of General Affairs, protected by Marechaussee troops and a thought-out security system, he or she would have nothing to fear from the outside, save from some uncalculated risks in times of peace. On the other side of the Boulevard 5, Mee 1945 was the Ministry of General Affairs, a building constructed in the same style as the Premier’s Residence. In the distance, one could see either the legislative complex or the Grand-Ducal Palace, depending on which direction one looked.
Within his spacious executive office, Premier Nicolas Hirtz was seemingly at work as usual. He sent mails, read his own, met with people that he had appointments with, and met with his cabinet. Nothing special, you would expect, but this day was a little bit different. He had a meeting with the Guyana Committee, an investigation group formed within the Ministry of General Affairs to solve the problems the Grand Duchy currently had with it’s first and foremost colony. Outside his office, three officials of the research unit sat on comfortable chairs, each taking small sips from a cup of coffee. When the Premier welcomed them in, the three individuals put their cups down and respectfully rose from their chairs; each of them nodding quickly and entering the office for three chairs arranged for them. There was no need to introduce their persons for all were already acquainted with one another.
“Gentlemen, sit down, please. I see you already had your coffee. Then I suggest we get to the essence of this visit, your recommendation for our colony.” Premier Hirtz said, as he gestured towards the chairs, and sat down on a modest office chair himself.
“Well, sir...” Wilhelm Amsel, the older, blue-suited, blonde-haired man in the middle spoke, “my colleagues and I have one recommendation. After careful research, visits to the island...”
“Yes, yes, I believe all that. Just get to the core straightaway, please.” The Premier interrupted, somewhat agitated.
“No matter what we invest in the island with our current policies, we will not be able to keep it under our full control anymore. Sending the Grand Ducal Army will not solve the problem and will only lead to unneeded casualties. We recommend selling off the island, regardless of price.” The younger, brown-haired, lavender-suited man called Alessandro Kaelin spoke while not moving any other muscle; supporting the notion the Grand Duchy should abandon Guyana Island.
“I see your point, gentlemen, but will you understand that this will be very hard to get through the second chamber? It is very hard, if not impossible.” Premier Hirtz said, somewhat concerned.
“We have thought about that too.” Mr. Amsel spoke, “We would want to recommend you to go to the Grand Duke, and let him draft it through the first chamber. It will have a greater chance of success. We also would like to advise you to gift it to one of our close friends. After a careful selection programme, we have concluded that our best option would be Romandeos …and as you know, a revolution has undergone Romandeos, but that is not our concern.”
‘I will speak to the Grand Duke about this matter. In fact, I will do that immediately. The only problem is that he is near Venezia at the moment, but I will try to reach him.’ Hirtz said, as he rose from his seat and opened the door of his office to let the committee members out.
“Please do it in person. There will be a better chance of success.” said the middle-aged, orange-haired, gray-suited, black-tied Adelbert Lafranchi as he and the rest of the Guyana Committee walked out the door.
“I will, gentlemen. Goodbye.” The Premier assured them as he closed the door. He sighed, and then moved on to the telephone to make sure the governmental Gulfstream jet, acquired for domestic flights, was ready at Luxembourg-Findel.
Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio
The sounds of roaring automobile engines filled the air as several black, camouflaged cars whizzed past over the banked track of the Moiano circuit. This could all be heard from the entrance of the national motorsport track, which also functioned as the prime test location for Monteluci and Lepanto automobiles.
As Premier Hirtz’s Duca slowly made its way towards the entrance of the main building, another set of cars catapulted past over the track, leaving their engine notes echoing around again. As the Monteluci slowly halted at the main entrance, the door was opened by a single Marechaussee, who was serving as a guard to the Grand Duke. As the Van Luxemburgian Premier quickly thanked the guard, he walked on and entered the building. He then was keen on taking the lift to the top floor, but had to wait until it had reached the ground floor first. As the lift doors opened, Premier Hirtz quickly stepped inside, pressed the button for the top floor, and watched the doors close. He felt the lift ascending quickly, reaching the top floor in a matter of seconds. As he exited the lift, he greeted the Marechaussee guard standing next to the lift. The guard saluted back in a military fashion, before returning to his original stance.
“Premier Hirtz? What are you doing here?” The voice sounded through the room that offered a view of the track. It belonged to the Grand Duke, who looked curiously at the person who had just entered.
“I…need to talk with you, sir, in private.” said Premier Hirtz as he looked around the room, motioning towards the door as he looked towards individuals other than the Grand Duke. As they all left, without saying a word, the Premier closed the door and locked it. He then sat down at the same table the Grand Duke sat, and began speaking.
“I just had a conversation with Messrs Amsel, Kaelin, and Lafranchi of the Guyana Committee. I came straight down here to tell you the result, as it is quite…unconventional.” He paused for a moment before continuing.
“They advise us to give up Guyana, preferably to an ally like the newly rechristened ‘Imperial Federated States of Romandeos’.” Hirtz said swiftly.
The Grand Duke sat motionless for a moment, processing what the Premier had told him and the Committee’s findings. The Premier continued his explanation.
“It would really be the best decision. If we continue holding Guyana Island to ourselves, it will cost us billions of euros. The majority of both the First and Second Chambers would be in favour of the decision…the general Van Luxemburgian populace is finally in unanimous agreement due to exhausted patience; we have little to worry about reputation. You only have to say yes, before we can make it an official Grand-Ducal Decree.”
The Grand Duke answered with a nod of his head before speaking.
“Very well, it shall be a decree. We currently have other things on our mind than trying to control a small island that has its own ideas.”
Premier Hirtz nodded in agreement, before he rose from his seat and walked out the door, revealing the lift doors with the nearby Marechaussee guard at the ready. The Grand Duke of Van Luxemburg watched on his colleague took the lift, and the doors closed behind Premier Nicolas Hirtz. The Grand Duke would then have the individuals who left the Premier and him alone return to continue watching the track.
A few days later…
Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio
It would be earth-shattering news for the residents of the cities of the island, and to nations which maintained a relationship with the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg. It would have been received over the airwaves of the Romandeosian Transnational Radio Network, the international news radio channel which was under the jurisdiction of Channel NewsAsia, in the Federal Kingdom of Triancia’s media services, and elsewhere. For the mysterious man, he knew that the time was ecstatic for the people of Guyana Island. Thankfully for a certain individual, the masses were not violent, but one could easily sense the animosity beneath the blanket of tranquillity that marked the civil celebrations on the island. All over the island, Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg read out his Decree, over the radio, television, and the Internet.
Official Televised Statement by Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg
http://i17.photobucket.com/albums/b76/VanLuxemburg/Headers/GDHeader.png
Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg: Having passed through the First and Second Chambers of our legislature, here today at this humble town, I read out to you my Grand-Ducal Decree regarding the fate of Guyana Island.
WHEREAS, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg has provided the people of Guyana Island by investing millions of Euros for human development;
WHEREAS, the populace of Guyana Island still resent the leadership of Van Luxemburg despite the offerings of help;
WHEREAS, the resentment were to build up due to a Van Luxemburgian military, economic, and political presence;
WHEREAS, the presence of all three of these factors were to be mitigated or removed altogether, bloodshed for both the people of the Grand Duchy and the people of Guyana Island could be avoided under a colonial Guyana;
WHEREAS, the great likelihood of power vacuum on Guyana Island would lead to unnecessary problems due to the removal of such presences and possibly conflict yet again as seen in the year 2006;
WHEREAS, the Guyana Commission created by the Ministry of General Affairs recommends selling the island;
WHEREAS, the Imperial Romandeosian Government wishes to acquire Guyana Island for a sum of VL€15,000,000,000;
WHEREAS, the findings of the Guyana Commission of the Ministry of General Affairs support the best scenario of certain departure, with the likelihood of collapse of order, and the Imperial Romandeosian Government’s interests in acquiring Guyana;
WHEREAS, a provisional/transitional government shall be established, a Guyana Interim Administrative Institution for the continuation of stability and maintaining other services (like the civil service);
TO BE RESOLVED; for a sum of VL€15,000,000,000, in the interests of triple party benefit in overall welfare, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg formally allows the transfer of sovereignty over Guyana Island to the Imperial Federated States of Romandeos.
Submitted by:
Koen van Luxemburg
Grand Duke of the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg
June 27, 2008
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, and farewell.
End Speech
In the living room of the house of the Boss…
Ah shit. was the thought of the Boss as he glared at the plasma television screen with a look that showed how half-surprised he was. Why didn’t I quite plan for this?
He should have known that the now former overlord of the island, the Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg would have pulled something off like this. Although their master had lost patience it was evident that they remembered the actions of a certain foolish communist warlord. 15,000,000,000 in Van Luxemburgian euros! Jesus Christ, it seems this newly ascendant power is very much ready to throw the monkey-wrench…
He was watching the Van Luxemburgian state-sponsored news channel, seeing the Grand Duke get flooded by flashing cameras and nosy reporters, all of which the Grand Duke declined. The head-of-state entered a VLT L7, which was then swiftly driven away. The reading of the decree had commenced at Moiano, Venezia, Arvaglio, far away from the capital of Luxembourg. Perhaps the reading of the decree had to do with political symbolism. Perhaps it had to do with diverting attention to a friendlier Van Luxemburgian image, for one to smile at the fine roadwork and automotive design. But whatever the case, it was clear that the Grand Duchy received a handsome bag of dough, and it was notable that the growing Romandeosian power was up for the task.
It is doubtless the Van Luxemburgians will arrange for a small armed force under the control of the Guyana Interim Administrative Institution to maintain their criminal order until the Romandeosian menace’s arrival. thought the Boss as he pressed the “Off” button on the television remote control. He then left for his working office, the laptop screen closed; the computer hibernated.
He lifted the screen up, revealing a pair of e-mail alerts. “The longer we make them take,” he said with a wry grin, looking at the attachments in the e-mail messages, one containing a helicopter and one containing a light battle tank; each message also having what looked like an accounting fee. “the longer it takes!”