Emperatium Drakonicum
09-07-2008, 23:02
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A Communiqué to any nation willing to receive
With the successful conclusions of hostilities as of its Independence War from the burning territories of Narsindish, the Imperium of Emperatium Drakonicum lifts its veil of silence. It extends the hand of communication and friendship through the preparations for the establishment of embassy quarters to any nation willing to establish diplomatic rapport with the people of Drakonicum. The Magistrate of Imperial Relations expresses his desire for peaceful, successful contact with its neighbors and resultant prosperity for all.
Embassy Quarters are to be established inside the very South Wing of the Imperial Palisade, the grounds along the Governance Quarter, and along the Great Tower of Representation. All of these sites are located within the Capital City, and none are more than twenty three and three quarters of a minute away from the Capital’s Airport.
Full Name of Nation:
Form of Government:
Location of Embassy: (Please state your preferred location if at all possible)
Number of Vehicles: (The Imperium would ask that only two military oriented vehicles be deployed, while civilian craft can be brought in any number)
Total Number of Staff: (A maximum of 30 staff, all noncombatants, would be extremely gracious)
Total Number of Security Forces: (Nations may choose to send up to a platoon, and only a platoon of combat soldiers to their embassy. This is the only nonnegotiable maximum. The Imperium apologizes that it will not, and cannot accept anything larger.)
Special Requests: (Please note that if the Imperium cannot accept this request, it will NOT invalidate the proposal for an Embassy building)
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“Well done Allie, this is capital work. I’m afraid that I have nothing to say against it,” the Magistrate of Imperial Relations joked. Allie laughed unsurely for she couldn’t figure where the humor in his voice lay, or if she was even allowed to. The potential communiqué in question lay against the magistrate’s opulent and formerly unused desk. The construction was even of genuine wood, she could tell by the way it sounded when the man knocked on it. The grinning man suddenly clasped his hands together.
“Looks like we’ll be off to a good start,” he continued, “we’re going to meet a brave new world. Everything seemed so cramped under Narsindish xenophobia, but well, they won’t have to be scared of anything anymore. Rods from God do that to a person.”
“I always thought that Rods from God is a terribly inappropriate name, especially considering we are using His name after all,” the young woman blurted.
If it was even possible the magistrates smile got even wider , “Well Allie, seeing as we are still alive and not fried like a hamburger, I think Orbital Command can carry on with calling the KEW railgun satellite program ‘Rods from God’. Hell, the big cheese might even be pleased with it, perversely enough. God’s inscrutable Allie and it never does good to jump to conclusions about God, especially for your mental health.”
“I see…sir.”
“Well, we’ve got to send this off sometime. Garvas! Hey Garvas! Wake up, and get this to the Tower of Sendings. You know the drill,” the Magistrate bellowed, beating on the table. In total silence the magistrate’s monosyballic assistant stormed into the room, grabbed the communiqué and stormed out.
“Oh, and get me the usual coffee while you’re at it!” the Magistrate added at his back.
'How the hell are these men War Veterans?'Allie wondered silently.
A Communiqué to any nation willing to receive
With the successful conclusions of hostilities as of its Independence War from the burning territories of Narsindish, the Imperium of Emperatium Drakonicum lifts its veil of silence. It extends the hand of communication and friendship through the preparations for the establishment of embassy quarters to any nation willing to establish diplomatic rapport with the people of Drakonicum. The Magistrate of Imperial Relations expresses his desire for peaceful, successful contact with its neighbors and resultant prosperity for all.
Embassy Quarters are to be established inside the very South Wing of the Imperial Palisade, the grounds along the Governance Quarter, and along the Great Tower of Representation. All of these sites are located within the Capital City, and none are more than twenty three and three quarters of a minute away from the Capital’s Airport.
Full Name of Nation:
Form of Government:
Location of Embassy: (Please state your preferred location if at all possible)
Number of Vehicles: (The Imperium would ask that only two military oriented vehicles be deployed, while civilian craft can be brought in any number)
Total Number of Staff: (A maximum of 30 staff, all noncombatants, would be extremely gracious)
Total Number of Security Forces: (Nations may choose to send up to a platoon, and only a platoon of combat soldiers to their embassy. This is the only nonnegotiable maximum. The Imperium apologizes that it will not, and cannot accept anything larger.)
Special Requests: (Please note that if the Imperium cannot accept this request, it will NOT invalidate the proposal for an Embassy building)
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“Well done Allie, this is capital work. I’m afraid that I have nothing to say against it,” the Magistrate of Imperial Relations joked. Allie laughed unsurely for she couldn’t figure where the humor in his voice lay, or if she was even allowed to. The potential communiqué in question lay against the magistrate’s opulent and formerly unused desk. The construction was even of genuine wood, she could tell by the way it sounded when the man knocked on it. The grinning man suddenly clasped his hands together.
“Looks like we’ll be off to a good start,” he continued, “we’re going to meet a brave new world. Everything seemed so cramped under Narsindish xenophobia, but well, they won’t have to be scared of anything anymore. Rods from God do that to a person.”
“I always thought that Rods from God is a terribly inappropriate name, especially considering we are using His name after all,” the young woman blurted.
If it was even possible the magistrates smile got even wider , “Well Allie, seeing as we are still alive and not fried like a hamburger, I think Orbital Command can carry on with calling the KEW railgun satellite program ‘Rods from God’. Hell, the big cheese might even be pleased with it, perversely enough. God’s inscrutable Allie and it never does good to jump to conclusions about God, especially for your mental health.”
“I see…sir.”
“Well, we’ve got to send this off sometime. Garvas! Hey Garvas! Wake up, and get this to the Tower of Sendings. You know the drill,” the Magistrate bellowed, beating on the table. In total silence the magistrate’s monosyballic assistant stormed into the room, grabbed the communiqué and stormed out.
“Oh, and get me the usual coffee while you’re at it!” the Magistrate added at his back.
'How the hell are these men War Veterans?'Allie wondered silently.