NationStates Jolt Archive

The vast, circular hall of the Faxanavian Senate was packed, the usual hubbub and clamoring of noise that could be heard in the streets of Vallingard amplified a hundred times by the vast, soaring marble arches. It was packed on this particular day because of what the newspapers had tastefully called an "eventful" speech by Arch-Senator Sergio Lindon, and what was being called a heroic act by some, and an act of cowardice by others. As Lindon took the stage, shuffling his papers somewhat nervously, he stared about himself at the vast marble room. At the huge, towering rows of seats, the front designated for Senators, and in the way back, some so far off that he could hardly see them, the clamoring citizens of Vallingard. By law, all Senate sessions were open to the public, but never before had he seen such a gathering. He stared down at his paper, cleared his throat, and in the gruff voice that had endeared him to so many adoring journalists, began his speech.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I wish to thank you all for coming hear today, on behalf of myself and the Prime Minister. We are so very pleased to be able to have a discussion with our proud citizens, to have an open place in which to share our thoughts." A smattering of applause came from the crowd, but was silenced almost immediately- you did not applaud in Senate. If you did, the Senators would grow old and die before someone had finished a speech (as is, they merely grew senile.)

"However, I wish to ask you people- imagine if this room around us was no more. Imagine if the beautiful sky outside today, flecked as it is with clouds, were to catch fire, alot with a thousand bombs. Imagine your homes burned to the grounds around you." A quiet muttering rippled through the crowd at this graphic imagery. "What if our lives were shattered, as those of the Barronians or Grestonians might be."

"Good people, our lives have been ravaged by this war, this terrible war. Fought on behalf of the League, a most noble alliance, it has become ignoble. We have been struck from all sides by some of the greater adversaries we have seen in our time as a nation. Faxanavia has not yet faced danger on her soil, but how long? How long before she does? How long before enemy bombs burn our skies and our streets catch fire? How long?"

He left this morbid question hanging in the air, watching its effects ripple out over the crowd in a wave. After a moment had passed, he spoke again. "This war has ripped apart us- as a nation, as an alliance. It has hurt our allies, our friends. How long before it hurts us? Therefore, it is today, with this in mind, that I call into vote before the Faxanavian senate a referendum to end this war. Should it pass, it shall go on up to the Prime Minister, who shall bring it to the League. And I call upon our once enemies to become, if not our friends, not our foes at any rate. We must have peace, good people- only in peace can we survive." Although you never applaud in Senate, people did anyway.

Garret Linsares stared down awestruck at the paper upon his desk. It had passed. 132-48, it had passed. This damned Referendum of Lindon's had passed through the Senate, up into the League's Council. He had been so sure that it would fail there- after all, he was the President. But, it had not. The League had voted to end this war. His war. The war the world was supposed to remember him for. He stared up at the ceiling, a slow wash of misery sweeping over him like a midday tide. Still, what was done was done. With a heavy heart, he began to write that final, fate sealing communique.


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To whom it may concern,

On behalf of the League of Imperial Ocean-faring Nations, the nation of Faxanavia, and all of the allies who have fought for us so long in the war, I must ask for all of you to see it end with me. The nations of the Hegemony, we have fought hard against you, but it is a war neither side can win- see the logic of this, and make peace. The nations of the MU, you are menaced by a far greater power then the sum of all of our enemies- it would be illogical not to accept this offer, if only for your own sakes. I offer to all of our enemies, please, let us be not foes. Let us put this war behind us, and move on to a better time. I ask that any, any interested parties arrive here, in Vallingard, at the League's Aquaticus building to discuss this matter, to bring this damned war to an end, if merely for your own sakes, if not those of innocent people.

Respectfully yours,
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Garret Linsares
Garret Williamson Linsares,
Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia and her Associated Territories and President of the League of Imperial Ocean-faring Nations

Office of the Hegemon, Sumguaia:

Mary Basset sighed with exhaustion, sitting at the Hegemon's desk. She had been acting as the nation's head-of-state for several days, pouring over maps of the coast and reviewing the terrain with generals to determine the best spots to fortify and defend. She leaned abck in the chair, rubbing her eyes and slowly exhaling. She was startled as one of the foreign ministry's secretaries burst into the room.

"Ms. Basset!" He exclaimed exitedly, holding a pece of paper in his ahnd and putting it down ont he desk. "The Faxanavians are calling for peace! This horrid war may come to an end without any further bloodshed at all!"

Mary stared at the paper. Since the war had begun the ruin of the Holy Empire and the deaths of millions had been viewed as unavoidable. Here was a chance to end the pointless conflict, without having suffer defeat or fight to what would have been a monumentally costly victory. Silently she said a prayer of thanks, before turning to the Hegemon's PC and beginning to type.

Official Diplomatic Communique:

Acting upon behalf of the Hegemon Lord Sumguy I, Mary Basset, do accept the proposal of the President of the League of Imperial Ocean-Faring Nations to meet in Vallingard to discuss an end to this war. Should the Hegemon remain incapacitated at the time of the talks, I shall go in his stead, but otherwise he shall attend himself.

Mary Basset
Cheif Secretary to the Hegemon
Acting Empress of the Holy Empire

Mandalorian War Chamber, Mandalore Prime

Although the Mandalorian Empire had not directly participated in the LION-Hege War, Mandalorian forces had been mobilized and were expecting deployment overseas within days. And as such, the War Chamber was in its typical chaos. The Mandalorian Dark Generals, solemn and tired, sat around the large table, speaking about current situation. The Mandalore himself had the position at the head. Around them, division commanders, eager in taking part in a Hegemony invasion, submitted their stat files, discussing the readiness of said divisions for active combat. The Dark Generals had been advocating sending an Army Group to assist its LION brethren ever since the war first began.

"My friends, don't you see, this war is over. Sure we may land on Hegemony lands, but it will only result in the destruction of our already-thin supply chain. Our soldiers will face active resistance, no doubt. Our men will die and our people will protest. We must continue to sit at the side-lines and watch as the conflict progresses."

"Dark Admiral Udeen, we have already discussed this; deploying the 7th, 9th, and 21st Mandalorian Battlefleets will not cripple our supply chain, which is operating exceptionally, nor will it raise 'dissent'. Our people are smarter than that. We are a war-like people; we need war. What you are speaking is blasphemy at its best. Unless you believe tha-"

The response was cut off as an aide threw open the door. Carrying a large manila folder, the man spoke while passing the folder to The Mandalore.

"Sirs, it seems that the unthinkable has happened. LION wants peace..."

Official Mandalorian Statement

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The Mandalorian Empire, an avid member of the LION, is shocked and appalled by Garret Linsares' pitiful attempt for peace. We will not sit back idly as a pro-Hegemony settlement is achieved; Mand'o Allahu Ackbar will be attending this summit. Let us hope that a balanced peace may be created. If such a peace is impossible then the Mandalorian Empire, seeing as its interests have not been attained, will immediately part from the LION alliance.

Allahu Ackbar and Maldorians Zindabad.

~The Mandalore.
-Supreme Ruler of the Tyrannical Mandalorian Empire.

OOC: HT, if you're reading this, then xxxxD

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Official Communiqué
Republic of Leistung

To: Office of Garret Linsares
From: Ministry of LION Affairs
Subj: Peace conference

While we understand that some LION and Hegemony members will undoubtedly be unhappy with the news of a peace conference, we in Leistung are confident that the right choice has been made. The war has begun to drag and bog down into an un-winnable situation for both sides, and we appreciate your attempts to negotiate a cease-fire.

I myself will attend this conference, along with a security detachment of four men, if there are no objections. Hopefully our presence will help in facilitating a peace agreement which is unbiased and beneficial to both sides.

Sincerely,
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Evan Bachmeier
Minister of LION Affairs for the Republic of Leistung

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Official Greal Statement
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Garret Williamson Linsares
Encryption Level: None
Subject: RE: Peace Talks

Finally LION has seen sense and has decided to ask for peace talks. The Vice Hegemon, Will Riddle, will attend the peace talks along with the Minister of Foreign Affairs, Raul Riddle.

Signed,

Martin Watson
President of Greal
Imperial Republic of Greal

FROM: The People's Republic of Mokastana
TO: Garret Williamson Linsares,Prime Minister of the Promethian Republic of Faxanavia

We would be more then happy to join the final and prosperous peace talks for the future of our to alliances. We shall send Charles Villa, our minister of Foreign Affairs to join the meeting.

Thank you

Nicolas Villa,
President of Mokastana

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Pax Noblis Pacis

From: His Most Gracious Majesty Wyatt von Waldenburg IV
To: His Excellency Garret Linsares

We must, at this point express some confusion, as to what menaces to the MU? At this moment our analysis report that even the arm of the LION dwindles and its sword grows dull, however I digress. It fills we with a sweet joy that the League has finally proposed peace, for though I myself have had little to do with, all current and proposed Waldenburger attacks, and no bloodshed is good bloodshed.

So representing the Waldenburger Empire and all her Dominions and Empires overseas will attend His Highness Prince Ruprecht von Waldenburg along with his staff members the Bishop Throm, and the Colonel Dench; we look forward to a satisfactory conclusion to this violence and hope that all parties, both aggressor and defender put this incident behind them and progress to a more splendid future.

The Hegemon, and his staff will attend, unless there is more pressing matters, they are free to leave as they wish. However most LION delegates, barring Mr. Richardson of Greston were killed in one of the two Vetekan air raids on the castle at Bad Amberg. We apologize most sincerely for your loss, especially to the Imperial Republic of Greston.

Signed:
His Most Gracious Imperial Majesty Wyatt von Waldenburg IV

OOC Of course at this time we don't know Ghogoloth is going to invade. I think the longest period of time mentioned (In Barronia) was a few days. Greston of course it's been about an hour. Not sure what that equals out to.

OOC: Assume all invites are accepted. Just RP your reps arriving at the Aquaticus Building, where the meeting is supposed to be. @Waldenburg: My mistake. I haven't been following the thread all that carefully.

It was to the surprise of many who, exactly, was to be overseeing these talks. The Prime Minister, claiming illness, had locked himself in his office. If you pressed your ear to the door, you would hear a constant soft muttering, and often in the night loud screams of garbled oaths and the names of people no one knew could be heard issuing from the chamber. Thus, it was to be Sergio Lindon who would oversee this diplomatic matter. He was a tall, greying man, with Hispanic good looks even at his advanced age. He waved his hands about constantly when he spoke, like some conductor forging a wild and frenetic symphony. Now, with his hands acting at full speed, he dashed about, preparing for the great conference. The delegates were to assemble in conference room Theta- a large, circular room, slanted so that the seats looked down upon the center. It reminded Sergio of the Senate room, which felt somehow reassuring to him. The Delegates would be able to see all, and anyone who wishes to speak would be forced to descend the steps into the center- with the duel effect of drawing everyone's attention and making the speaker feel much smaller by comparison. Sergio sighed, and rolled his neck, hearing the cracking of his bones. Already, they would be bound for Vallingard International. Soon, the hour would be upon them. And then, they'd have so much left to do.

And what of Garret Linsares? The man who had taken to muttering by day and screaming in the night? Garret Linsares' room was silent.

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Kiravian Empire

Permissim Astrav Subleucim

Imperial Secriat of State

Peace Accords Office

The Kiravian Empire welcomes the Faxnavian call for peace, and accepts it indeed.

Emperor-Regent Lord Blackfield shall attend the conference, should the hosts choose to accept his presence.

May this peace last long.

“By Military Order 142 you have been prosecuted by secret military tribunal and found guilty on three counts of crimes against humanity, actively pursuing and aggravating a case of war against the Hegemony and the Most Divine and Illustrious Empire of Waldenburgers. The punishment for which is death. By Canonical Law, and in standing with precedent, your case has been turned to over to His Excellency The Bishop Throm, who has sentenced to death in absentee. You shall be taken from this place and burned alive to relieve of your soul it’s heavy sin, you shall be taken from this place and put to death in the name of the Lord.

A Defense has already been carried out on your behalf Igor Tayrisov, Charles Winston Morgan, Freidrich Gladney, Ivansky Bochick, Martin Accardi, Samuel Kirk-Sevenson, Louise Harvey-Moors, and you have been found guilty. May God have mercy on your souls. “ The voice was low and dull and the seven diplomats were being manhandled past it, their feet barely touching the ground as they were bodily dragged between two Divine Legionaries. There were dark black bags over the heads, which only turned and squirmed occasionally; Dr. Retirun had been too efficient to do anything else.

There was a small courtyard between the ancient stonewalls where ancient maple trees twisted there way around stone columns, and flowed upwards. A cool autumn zephyr rippled down from the mountain and the leaves on the maples rustled softly as the bodies were lashed tightly to seven stakes. A few priests lined the ancient corridors of the cathedral their robes wrapped tightly about them against the chill.

Throm too was standing, his arms crossed over his chest, in the lee of a pillar and his miter perched carefully over his head. Colonel Dench was standing across from the Bishop and shaking more than the cold permitted. It was true he had been in several battles before, and had won his rank through merit of action however moments such as this bothered him. Ultimately it was unavoidable, and the colonel knew this, however he had expected to be elsewhere, preferably on the frontlines.

“Colonel Dench?” Throm called delicately, “Are we prepared?”

“Yes your grace,” the sky was clouding over with the promise of rain.

“As ranking officer you have the honor,” a monk beside him held out a torch, and for Dench the world went cold. The smell of gasoline was heavy on his nose and his hand shook as he took the wooden handle and swallowed. “We are forbidden you see. Do your duty.” There was no use arguing he knew it; Throm had been, in the castle, wary of him, and now this was his test. He knew equally that no one outside of the country could know of the Experimental Theology Department, but why him?

On shaking legs he staggered to the first post, where a woman was now waking up and apparently the heat of the approaching torch and the smells had her too; her screams were low, not specific but of general pleading. Without hesitation, but with limp hands, the torch was shoved amongst the bracken below the stake and it burst to flame. Quietly and with his heart sinking around every turn the colonel continued to walk amongst the courtyard which grew warm with the flames. Within minutes the various clergymen around the courtyard had let their robes billow back around them and their cheeks already grew a hazy warm.

No sedative would have subdued the seven delegates who burst into screams, which one by one died away to leave only the sound of crackling logs.

“Come Colonel,” the Bishop was by his side a slightly concern look on his face. “You do not look well, perhaps some foreign air would do you a miracle.” With one gloved hand the Bishop wiped away some ash from around his face. “Colonel?”
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As one great enterprise finished it seemed another was about to open, and a small letter, sealed with the Imperial Seal was delivered to a quite apartment upon the 73rd floor of the Liberty Building in Smugaia. It was only a little thing in the fullness of the moment, but the precursor to something of greater magnitude.
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Through general consensus within the Waldenburg Empire the operations had come to be known as The Short Victorious War. With the arrival of the Waldenburger delegation, and trailing behind them the slightly shaken Hegemon and his staff. It was a comparatively quick plane ride to the Aquatics building and the three Waldenburgers strode the halls as if they owned the place.

“It would have looked better as a smoking hole in the ground,” Prince Ruprecht muttered to Bishop Throm as they pushed into a conference room, “Ah, Mr. Primie Minister!”

The Hegemon looked about him, the ghost of a bitter smile playing across his features. "So this is where it ends, so that I may begin anew." He said to himself, more mournfully than the obvious context warranted. After a few moments his expression brightened again, and he, along with his staff and the archbishop, followed behing the Waldenburg delegation. "You sent for Thomas?" the Hegemon asked Claxton in a low voice.

"Yes, for security should this be a setup, how did you know?" The latter replied, slightly suprised.

"Oh, a lucky guess." Lord Sumguy replied, smiling. "Is he here yet?"

"Yes, ahead of us." The archbishop said, pointing to a figure dressed in a long black coat and holding a staff upon the end of which was a large steel cross.

"My, he looks rather festive today." The Hegemon said, extracting a laugh from Claxton.

Aquaticus Building

A limousine stopped in front of the building. Inside were the Greal delegates, Will Riddle, and his son, Raul Riddle. Will himself was the General of the 2nd army, and the Vice Hegemon of the Hegemony. Raul was the Minister of Foreign Affairs. Four Republican guards escorted the two into a conference room. Will then saw Lord Sumguy himself following the Waldenburg delegation. Great, everyone is here. I'll need to talk to Lord Sumguy later.

"Yes Raul?" asked Will to Raul who looked like hge was meaning at ask a question.

"After this, if we get peace, whats next?"

"Hopefully no more wars." replied Will.

Aquaticus Building

A second limousine pulle dup behind the one carrying the Greal delegation.

Lord Blackfield, followed by an Imperatorial Guardsman and a diplomatic officer who was carrying a TV set and camera, got out. Black field said to the diplomat, "If we can end this buisness here, then we can speed up the Council's decision and elect Greyforest as Emperor, already."

"Aye, Sèr Regent. And hopefully, we can begin our withdr..."

"Shh! We don't want word to get out before the Senate convenes."

"Right, Sèr."

Aquaticus Building
Vallingard, Faxanavia

The Leistungi delegation stepped out of the black limousine which had only moments ago pulled up to the front of the Aquaticus Building. Defense Minister Jan Tirpitz stepped out first, shielding the sun from his eyes, followed by the Minister for LION Affairs Evan Bachmeier and four Bundesheer soldiers. They walked briskly up to the large front doors and let themselves inside, finding themselves face-to-face with a small group of delegates from what could only be assumed to be the former enemies of LION.

"Evan," the Defense Minister started, pointing at a group of men dressed up in what appeared to be dresses. "That must be the Waldenburger delegation."

"It would appear so," Evan responded. "Remember what the Chancellor said--keep your cool and under no circumstances do we mention the prisoner situation unless they bring it up."

"I might lose a lung laughing if those religious nut jobs in dresses come any closer. I don't think keeping our distance will be any problem at all, actually," he replied. They turned their backs to the delegates and continued walking, towards a group of Faxanavian politicians who suddenly looked very friendly...

The next Limo to pull up wore the Mokan Red Star Flags on the hood, waving in the wind as the vehicle glided to a stop and the back doors opened. Revealing Foreign Minister Charles Villa, a shorter Hispanic man with a laptop case and a well trimmed hair cut. Behind him were two Jaguar Elite Security Guards, dressed in professional attire rather then the usual urban camo they wore for embassy missions. Charles saw the Greal delegates entering and decided it would be a good idea to follow them inside.

"Hopefully this is the final peace conference of this mess, and hopefully the PR for the hegemony will improve after this."

OOC: Kudos to anyone who spelled Faxanavia, Vallingard, or Aquaticus right. You'd be surprised how much trouble the words seem to give people.

Sergio turned with a smile to the Waldenburger delegation. "Unfortunately not, gentleman. The Prime Minister is ill at the moment, but I am Sergio Lindon, the Arch-Senator of the Faxanavian Senate. You may simply think of me as your moderator for this evening." He indicated two people bustling into the conference room, tiny Faxanavian flags pinned to their lapels. "My coworkers, Geraldine Eresat, Minister of Foreign Affairs, and General Charles Striker, Minister of War." The two nodded curtly, before proceeding on in. Sergio turned to Lord Sumguy, seemingly unsurprised by his appearance. "and Lord Sumguy. What a pleasure, I must say. I hope your little scrape with our forces didn't go over too poorly, ha ha ha ha." He turned to indicate a tray sitting over by the door, laden with small pins. "Gentleman, I've had the liberty of having these pins made for all the delegates. Please select one with your flag on it and pin it to your lapels. It will make identification so much easier." He glanced down at his watch. "The meeting starts in one hour, so don't be late." With that, he drifted off to greet the other delegates, a hearty smile plastered to his face.

OOC: Please go ahead and pick up pins and/or talk to Lindon and his fellows. The meeting should start by my next post.

Vallingard

Ferrer watched the mandarins scurrying hither and thither, their heels clicking and clacking. He stood beneath the lintel of his office's door sipping a cup of Sarnian tea from a paper cup.

"Hell of a salvage operation, sir," came a voice from inside Ferrer's office.

Sir Dorian Ferrer, the representative of the United Kingdom, nodded slowly. "Indeed," he muttered.

"Excuse me, sir?"

Ferrer turned his head, "I said indeed, Gilbert." Ferrer's deputy had stopped his hasty collection of files and folders to make the idle remark, and Ferrer's sudden shift in focus made clear that fact. Ferrer removed one hand from his cup of tea and shooed Gilbert Mather away. If the UK were to attend the conference, he would need some discussion points.

"Have we any specific direction from Georgetown, sir? Where do they want you to take the talks?" Mather's voice came, far quieter this time as he was stapling several papers together in a closet.

"The simple preservation of Oceanian interests, Gilbert. Nothing more, nothing less."

After several moments of silence and several long sips of his tea, taken black, Ferrer heard the scuffle of Mather's imported leather shoes. "Here, sir," Mather blurted, almost out of breath. Ferrer smiled, the younger man clearly needed to take better care of himself. "Very good, Gilbert." Ferrer took the documents, much more professional in appearance than an hour ago, and stuffed them underneath his arm. He handed his empty cup to Mather. "Please do be so kind as to dispose of this for me, and meet me in the conference room in about forty-five minutes."

Ferrer walked down the long hall, hearing the soft click of the door's lock echoing throughout an emptying space. After taking the necessary stairwell and rounding the corners, Ferrer found the well-prepared space, far busier than his tucked-away hallway, and diplomats from various countries. Offering the requisite pleasantries to the staff offering the pins, he grasped his miniature flag of the United Kingdom and turned it over in his hand. It was well-crafted, for what it was, and nicely made and even polished. He shrugged and pushed the bauble into his pocket.

He wore a simple, silver grey suit. Nothing particularly fancy, a brand of relatively low station back home, although those of a discerning eye might note he took some care to have it personally fitted. Underneath his three-button coat he wore a white shirt and a matte black tie. His brown hair was neatly styled and his shoes, despite their age, were well polished. Altogether a gentleman who would not stand out unnecessarily so.

As he entered the hall, he opened his black leather folder and leafed through the notes. The who's who list of those in attendance. Nodding to himself, satisfied he had found the correct person, he scanned the growing crowd for one individual with whom he wished to speak. When he found the correct pin he smiled, and ambled in the man's direction.

Ferrer found the three persons of the Kiravian delegation, and quickly deduced who was the Emperor-Regent. "Lord Blackfield," Ferrer said, offering his hand. "allow me to introduce myself, Sir Dorian Ferrer, representative of the United Kingdom to the League. I hope your journey here was pleasant. And please allow me to say, beg pardon my forthrightness and candour, that I am extremely grateful that recent events did not witness any shots fired between our two militaries. Indeed, the recent actions of the League have, dare I say, been rather detrimental to the formation of peace and stability in our region of the world."

OOC: is it okay if my delegation jumps in on this too? if not I'll delete this post.

The ASD'ian group of delegates was relatively small, consisting solely of Jarek Mace, Prime minister of the ASD, General Mars Samson, CIC of the ASDA and Four diplomatic personnel. As he bent to get a pin Samson turned to the Prime Minister and grinned wryly. "I have to admit," He said "I'm kinda glad this didn't break out into an out and out war. Everyone here's rather, um, powerful."
the Prime Minister put the pin on the lapel of his suit replied, "Yes well, We're not exactly defenseless ourselves but your right. This kind of war would not have been fun for anyone at all who was involved."

As the Sumguaians put on their pins, the Hegemon approached Lindon. "Excuse me, my good sir, but I wish to inquire as to the current state of the Honerable Mr. Linsares." He said, his expression one of concern. "I was informed that he took ill, and was wondering if you could perhaps relay the mesage that I wish him a speedy recovery."

The small Mandalorian motorcode made its way to the curb of the Faxanavian conference building. Known for his originality and uniqueness, Allahu Ackbar travelled around in a slightly modified Audi A6. The essential components for a diplomat's security, such as bullet-proof glass and increased airbag capacity, were added .Nonetheless, the Mandalorian stepped out of his car, his black cape lagging behind. Accompanied by three other men, one of them his diplomatic aide, the others his personal bodyguard. Allahu, watching as other diplomats headed towards the building, could not help but mock the spawns of such foolish nations. His aide, sensing his disdain, advised the diplomat to control himself.

"Mr. Ackbar, we are not here to make fools of these....men. Sure they are scum compared to Mandalorians but we must try to stay upbeat and positive. Only then will a peace favourable to us be achieved."

Allahu only nodded as the Mandalorian diplomatic party entered the building. Clear as to which men were members of the Hege, Mr. Ackbar began his first of many rants against them.

"So, this is what the Hegemony sends us? The scum of the earth as their diplomats? Bah, we'll live." Next, he turned to the Faxanavian and began, "My good friend, I am honored and humbled to be in your presence. I have many great things about you and the resolutions you successfully passed. After hearing the news about your Prime Minister, I could not help but laugh; he was clearly ill when he make that irrational declaration for this peace conference! Hah!" And with that, Mr. Ackbar took the pin and headed for his seat.

While Raul and Will took their pins, they noticed one of the Mandalorian diplomats say something that was audible to them.

"Seems like the Mandalorians don't want peace." said Raul quietly enough for only Will to hear.

"Not many in their League support this idea of peace. I suppose we could go on fighting. but there would be problems. Both sides would be bogged down in a long bloody war that both sides do not want." responded Will, looking concerned over the idea about the war continuing.

Raul looked at Lord Sumguy expressing concern about something to Lindon."What is he talking about?"

"Something about the Prime Minister is il and our Hegemon wants to send him a message." replied Will, who could hear what Lord Sumguy was saying.

"Is that bad at all? About the Prime Minister being ill?"

"I'm not sure, but I think there will be a few surprises in this meeting.

2:36 PM, Federal Parliament Building
Easen, Greston

The bright Victorian style chandeliers, hung from the bright red, painted parliament dome ceiling, shook wildly with the building. The remaining Parliament Workers clambered inside, fear hung bright within their eyes. The PWs took their seats immediately but theirs minds were some where else, as usual. Speaker of the House Sir David Telliner, lowest in within the hierarchy of three, slammed wildly with his gavel to gain the Parliament's attention.

Outside it was quite obvious that Greston was under attack. The thundering cannons on board the ships engaging the Waldenburgers in the Westminister Strait could be heard from within the halls. The building shook as bombs plumetted down upon the outskirts of the city, leaving carnage where the District of Grestonia was once grand.

The parliament was still chattering uneasily until an unnervingly close explosion of twisted metal from a downed air craft sounded almost directly outside. Every one was dead silent, a silence appropiate enough to enable Mr. Telliner to gain their attention.

Everyone's eyes were trained upon the three steps. The first step was the seat of the Speaker of the House, David Telliner, who served as the conducter of the voting on bills, above him was the Minister of Parliament and Senate, Mr. Eliot Right, who reported to the Head Premier who served as the Praetor of the House as well. They effectively served as the only hierarchy within the parliament.

"Next bill at proposal is Act 198, The Peace Referendum of the LION Hegmonic War," his vioce and posture was stern and almost depressing, "I wish to over rule tradition and skip the pre-agreement vote. Is this acceptable, Mr. Prateor?"

Everyone repositioned their bodies to stare at John Gutted, the Praetor of the House, who gave a solemn nod of approval.

"Good, I wish to hear the opinions of this proposal, this proposal is now open for debate."

Everyone seemed to jump at the same time, all attempted to make themselves seen. The most noticable person inside the parliament building ready speak was a clustered President, Jerry Striker.

As per his title, he was the only non member of parliament who could legally attend a session without being invited. He was straightening his tie as he slid down the steps of the room. Slowly waltzed to the centre of the stair case and began to speak.

"Commodore Perry Williams, Lieutenant Commander Baker Parlson, Captain William Asmond, Major Isaac Amos, Commander Joseph Acciaioli, Lieutenant Colonel Peter Cavanaugh. All of these are simple words, ranks and names, describing now dead men. The commonality that these men share, which puts them apart from the other dead soldiers, is that they all served a minimum of five years in parliament. All of these men, Democrats, Liberals, Republicans, Conservatives, and Communists alike, fought a common good to protect our nation. We must avenge their death, for them, like many others are dieing for us.

Citizens and soldiers alike, within Easen, DG, are being hit by bombs and fire, we will all die unless we find a common ground with the people that we hate. I believe we can handle a few years of peace rather than the rest of our lives as colonial slaves," he scanned the entire room, as guns sounded off outside they sat and listened.

"How long until Easen falls? Do you think Easen can survive being hit by this many tons of bombs and fire? This war started out with a risk, how can victory be won with out risk, but that risk grew to fear and thus into reality.

As I address you fires blaze in the Westminister Strait, nothing but death and war is there right. Now longer does marine life remain there, there is too much destroyed metal and rotting bodies clodded into the area for that.

There is only one thing that the Imperial Republic is in need of, a weapon. The weapon we need is something that many people fear, more so guns, and something people have been seeking for years. That weapon, my friends, is peace, we need peace.

I know that we are capable of much more than peace, we are capable of the destruction of the rubbish lands, Greal, Cazelia, and Lord Sumguy stood nothing against what we had deployed. I no doubt believe that in years, even months, hostilities will occur with LION and Greal, or LIOn and Cazelia, but that time must be waited on.

How much is the cost of victory, I ask? Is victory over hapless rubbish heaps worth the death of millions of Grestonians? I believe not which is why I believe that I must attend the meeting and that we must broker a deal for peace."

Everyone turned to the centre stage, towards David Telliner, John Gutted, and Eliot Right.

"The bill is to be voted upon, Mr. President, take a seat, please."

Jerry Striker found a seat as the voting machines hummed to life, it was merely ten minutes before they had their votes casted and when the large sceen lowered from the ceiling.

On it showed the results of the poll. Mr. Telliner was out right stunned, Mr. Right baffled and taken aback. Even John Gutted seemed to look surprised with the out come.

David uneasily looked foward and spoke, "Is the Parliament unanimous upon this act?"

What hovered back was a hearty, "Aye."

"Is the congressional representatives in agreement?" David Telliner raised his head again to receive the answer.

"Aye," answered a seating of eight or so representatives of the Federal Congressional Parliament.

"Then it is final," stated Telliner, still stunned, "Act 198 is passed. May it be duly noted by the Praetor and by the Minister that Act 1798, The Referendum of Peace of the LION Hegemonic War, is passed and legal by Federal and Congressional Standards." The Minister of Senate, Eliot Right, proclaimed.

Aquaticus Building
Vallingard, Faxanavia

A small private jet, boasting Grestonian flags, waving in the wind, and a large portrait of the seal painted on the side. Within the plane was the most honourable president, a few secretaries, the Attorney General Harrison Lithgow, and Minister of State Alison Krippin. Striker was ready for what ever would happen, if a fist fight was to break out, he was ready to deal with it. But he wanted a real peace talk and he wanted to tell off the Grealians and Waldenburgers.

They exited the plane which helped them into a motorcade, the motorcade shuffled off the delegation to the Aquaticus Building. Krippin was to his left, she was jotting down notes about the ongoing conversations while the rest of the delegation, who had never been to the building before, were gazing at its beauty. It was a wonderfully structured building with marble floors coloumns. The building put to shame some buildings in Jast.

Upon entering the room, the first people Striker noticed were the Waldenburgers, postured as if they owned the place, the Hegemony, questioning the third most noticable person, a Faxanavian Sergio Lindon. As Striker strode off to shake Lindon's hand he noticed, in the corner of his eyes, a battered, cut up, pale Michael Richardson, the Minister of Foreign Affairs.

The news of his survival had come with the Waldenburger message and Striker ran to him, he embraced him and said happily, "Its seems it was a good thing you didn't listen to me and quit drinking, if you had listened you would be dead like the rest of the LION delegates."

Michael laughed and attempted to pull a bottle from his tattered jacket pocket. Jerry snatched the whiskey from him and placed it in his own back pocket. Striker walked off to address Lindon, and while his back was turned Michael retrieved another bottle and began to swish it in his mouth.

"Ah, Mr. Lindon, I loved your peace plan. Perhaps we may finish it up soon." He pat Sergio's back but did not attempt to look at the Hegemon.

Official Grestonian Communique

Unencrypted

To: All Hegemonic, LION, and MU Parties Concerned
From: President and Imperial Parliamentarian The Rt. Hon. Sir Jerry Striker
Subject: RE: Peace Referendum

Dear Whom it May Concern,

I hope that as I write out this message, my hands numb with pain and fear as a fire rages outside, that I may live long enough to attend such a conference. I have witnessed my share of horrors, of morbid pain, whilst in office, for merely a year to the date. But not once have I beared the eye sore that is now the Westminister Strait or Easen District of Grestonia, even. As a fires were lit and artillary thundered, the Federal Grestonian Parliament, almost in unison, agreed and passed Mr. Lindon's plan for peace. How can I not agree when the outskirts of Easen have seen the bottom of tons of evil napalm?

I once shared a common trust with the Waldenburgers, I once considered them more than an ally, but a brother. But as I reacted to numerous acts of terrorism, Waldenburger bombers appeared over my head and wiped out half of the district and sections of Easen.

No soul has been freed, or chain broken, by loyalty to petrified opinion.

From,
President and Imperial Parliamentarian The Rt. Hon. Sir Jerry Striker

As the Sumguaians put on their pins, the Hegemon approached Lindon. "Excuse me, my good sir, but I wish to inquire as to the current state of the Honerable Mr. Linsares." He said, his expression one of concern. "I was informed that he took ill, and was wondering if you could perhaps relay the mesage that I wish him a speedy recovery."

Lindon turned smiling to the Hegemon. "Mr. Linsares has taken suddenly ill with a slight case of the influenza. Although he is in no dire straits, he remains bed-ridden, and has entrusted the well-being of this meeting to me." He strode past the Hegemon without a backward glance, continuing on in his strange way. "The meeting is to start shortly. I should hurry into the meeting room if I were you- anyone late shall of course join us."

The great circular room was filled with the chatter of delegates as Lindon entered. He descended the steps, clipping to his lapel the tiny flag as he did so. He stood, stock still in the center, taking in the view around him. What a wide variety of people. Banging on the hard wooden floor of the raised central podium with his foot, he drew the attention of his fellow representatives. "Ladies and gentleman, I thank you all for coming today, that we may bring an end to this war. I have not alot to say, save that I hope that the outcome of this meeting, be it for better or worse, leaves us friends and not enemies. The floor shall be open to anyone who wishes to raise an issue with this treaty, or to make a proposition, or merely speak their mind. However, I remind you gentleman- our ultimate goal here is peace, and peace is what I hope we shall have."

Up, high in the rafters and electrical wiring above the meeting, two blood red eyes stared down. They were flecked with grunge from sleepless nights, and the hair on the face they looked out of was matted and tangled. The hideous face stared down, eyes darting back and forth between the delegates. Soon. So soon, he would have his revenge.

OOC: For future reference, Jan Tirpitz is a man, not a woman (it's German). Evan Bachmeier is obviously a man = )

Aquaticus Building
Vallingard, Faxanavia

The air in the room was musty and warm, made even more unbearable for the Leistungi delegation by the presence of the Waldenburgers, the smell of incense permeating the air and reaching them even from halfway across the room.

"Jan, it appears the Grestonians have arrived," Evan commented, pointing out a small group of pale and tired men shaking hands with various Faxanavian dignitaries. The Defense Minister craned his neck to get a better look, and upon seeing that the Grestonian delegation had indeed arrived, he leaned over to Evan and whispered something which would have been inaudible to the rest of the room.

"Finally, someone who isn't trying to rape our lands and kill our allies," he whispered. "Still, do you think it wise of Mr. Striker to come here in a room full of people who undoubtedly despise him?"

"So what? You and I both despise the Waldenburgers, and it's not as though we're going to degenerate into fist-fighting. The Grestonians have as of yet been some of our closest allies, and it'll likely stay that way for years to come. What a bunch of pansies in dresses think of them is none of our concern," he replied, smirking. Jan chuckled and made his way over to their seats.

Lord Sumguy slowly stood up and made his way down to the podium, and turned to the delegates. "As you all no doubt are aware, the coast of my nation has undergone significant bombardement from a combined fleet of the League. This has caused a large amount of damage, in both dollars and lives. However, I am of the beleif that this damage may be overlooked for the sake of peace. Therefore, on behalf of the Hegemony, I propose that peace may come without concessions, or reparations of any sort. We beleive that this war must end above all, and wish not to any demands of the League whatsoever."

OOC Just a reminder that Richardson, while alive, was passed out and saw nothing of the torture, and for all he knows the delegates were all killed by Vetekan bombings. But of course we're as see through as tissue paper so never mind.

IC

"I read your letter with some enjoyment Mr. Richardson." Bishop Throm had sidled over to the man and was looking far to smug for only one man. "You will how ever recall, long before you ever came to office you declared war on us? No you don't recall? There was a little scrap with the Maldorians some years ago, and you signed on so willingly to deny us. That is what I think of our alliance, and of your friendship; we do not forget these things, and though your own capture brought me no pleasure, it is the ironic justice of the event that so pleases." Throm gesticulated wildly with his hands in a carefully calculated way.

"Remember your friends and your enemies Mr. Richardson, and Dr. Krippen, for they are not us, and we have every intent of hammering that home." With a spread of robes the Bishop bowed his head deeply, and departed back to Prince Ruprecht and Colonel Dench who were making dull conversation in a corner.

"There seems to be no other MU delegation present." The Bishop nodded as he approached the two. "All the better. Does anyone feel like a gloat with the Leistungi?" Throm seemed overly eager at the prospect.

Prince Ruprecht on the other hand waved away the suggestion; he was a military man, a distant cousin of the Emperor and had gained some of the man's sense. He also had gained nearly fifty pound recently, which it seemed had almost all migrated to his head and neck, and with his deep voice his manner generally suggested that all approaches were looking at a pig. "Later your grace. Let us get this done and be home, I have no intent in staying longer than necessary, and I believe our welcome would hardly be a second longer." He raised his voice to a Faxnavian passing by, "Are we all arrived?" When it was clear the general consensus was yes, the Waldenburger delegation moved to their seats.

Ruprecht, from his seat swiveled slightly to face the audience, "Despite our current status there are a few things we must discuss with LION members; primarily the matter of prisoners. Surely as gentlemen we must see that the needs of the state proceed whatever ill will we have against others? Indeed in a gesture of good will," Ruprecht smiled slightly and turned one eye to the Leistungi delegation, "We have released all prisoners taken by Waldenburger units in all theaters across the world and returned them to their respective governments, both of them.

However there are some wrongs that must be made right at this convention or we stand for nothing, and any life lost was for nothing. Waldenburg shall make no demands of LION, Waldenburg shall not inhibit them in anyway further. However, representing the MU, we must make a few demands of Greston and only the Imperial Republic. We shall not inhibit their ability to chose their own government, wage war, however dishonorable. It should be noted that these demands are quite separate from the Hegemony's, and should not be considered as such. As for the matter of the League, should it please the congress to consider ourselves returned to a peaceful state then so be it."

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Office of Telegraphics
52nd Floor
Diplomitas Building
New Misenae

All

At the very least, this communication residing on my desk represents concern for us all. At it's most, it represents outright treachery for all the League stands for: civility, the active pursuit of peace, the desire for prosperity for the world's peoples.

Garret Linsares threatens this all by begging for peace from the Hegemony. As Foreign Affairs Secretary for the League, and a High Council Member, I will take it upon myself to ensure that the peace Linsares so desperately desires comes with balance - the Mandalorian and Barronian nations will act as one unified front in these talks. We both wish to see the best for the world, and peace comes at a price.

We will, without question, be attending these talks. We wish we could say we look forward to being there, but alas, these dark times cause that to remain to be seen.

Yours,

Lord Commissioner Nigel Harvey
Commissioner, LION-Barronian Affairs
Foreign Affairs Secretary, League of Imperial Oceanfaring Nations

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The Barronian delegation had entered quietly, making no fuss, greeting no-one. The secretary had set herself behind the Commissioner, and was preparing her notepapers for the work ahead. Either side of the Commissioner sat Ambassadors, each in a position to advise the Commissioner. So far, the advice was mundane, the occasional snarky remark or s****** making it's way in, and was merely directions for the Commissioner to look curious, interested, or bored.

Outside, a section of the Imperial Guardsmen stood, their capes hiding, for the most part, the rapiers slung at their side. They stood stock-still, eyes forward. Following the Waldenburg Episode, the government trusted no-one, and the high-power automatic pistols holstered at their side proved as such. Diplomacy or not - measures had to be taken.

-snip-
Ferrer found the three persons of the Kiravian delegation, and quickly deduced who was the Emperor-Regent. "Lord Blackfield," Ferrer said, offering his hand. "allow me to introduce myself, Sir Dorian Ferrer, representative of the United Kingdom to the League. I hope your journey here was pleasant. And please allow me to say, beg pardon my forthrightness and candour, that I am extremely grateful that recent events did not witness any shots fired between our two militaries. Indeed, the recent actions of the League have, dare I say, been rather detrimental to the formation of peace and stability in our region of the world."

Lord Blackfield shoook Ferrer's hand heartily.

"Aye, Sèr. As are we. We have always respected the United Kingdom as fellow explorers and settlers of lands beyond your own. As you say, no harm has been done, and the peace of Nova's waters remains intact. Hopefully, this conference, as well as actons our government plans to take afterwards, will remove any hostilities thrust between both of us by the wars of alliances, and allow us to maintain a healthy channel of diplomacy and commerce."

After pleasantly leaving the Oceanians, all in goods spirits, the Kiravians made their way to their seats. The diplomatic officer set up the camera and television so that Regent Delphinicus could watch the proceedings from his residence in Saar-Westcoast.

Barely involved, the Kiravians were able to pass over many points of the meeting. They had taken no prisoners, nor had any been taken from them. They had fired no shots, nor had shots fired upon them. They had lost little more in this war than a bit joviality with the Oceanians, which had been regained, and a bit of fuel for the fleet sent to Sumguaia, which the Treasury could handle.

Lord Sumguy slowly stood up and made his way down to the podium, and turned to the delegates. "As you all no doubt are aware, the coast of my nation has undergone significant bombardement from a combined fleet of the League. This has caused a large amount of damage, in both dollars and lives. However, I am of the beleif that this damage may be overlooked for the sake of peace. Therefore, on behalf of the Hegemony, I propose that peace may come without concessions, or reparations of any sort. We beleive that this war must end above all, and wish not to any demands of the League whatsoever."

OOC: bumping the post up to where it fits better.

OOC: bump. I wish to get this done with, that other RP's may commence.

Lord Sumguy slowly stood up and made his way down to the podium, and turned to the delegates. "As you all no doubt are aware, the coast of my nation has undergone significant bombardement from a combined fleet of the League. This has caused a large amount of damage, in both dollars and lives. However, I am of the beleif that this damage may be overlooked for the sake of peace. Therefore, on behalf of the Hegemony, I propose that peace may come without concessions, or reparations of any sort. We beleive that this war must end above all, and wish not to any demands of the League whatsoever."

"Let me be the first to agree." Said Lindon, rising from his seat and strolling down towards Lord Sumguy. "This war has gone on far too long, and I believe it is a necessity for it to end here, and for it to end now. Although, I'm sure there are others who don't feel the same way." He glanced up at the Maldorians group, and then that of Pan-Arab Barronia.

Allahu Ackbar raised his brow as he presumed that Faxnavian man's last commented addressed his and his nation's policy towards this conflict. Taking advantage in the lull in the conference, the Mandalorian stood up and began one of his many speeches, littered with flames against the Hegemony and its memberstates in it.

"My fellow LION delegates, hear me out; the very foundation of this alliance is at stake. A white-peace with the Hegemony," Allahu blurted the Hegemony word, and continued, "is, quite frankly, unacceptable. Not only will the prestige of this alliance quickly falter, but the Mandalorian Empire will promptly revoke its position as a member of LION. The least that these neo-imperialists could do is repay the damage done to LION assets. Heh.." And with that, Allahu took a quick glance at Lord Sumguy and sat down.

The Commissioner stood immediately after the mandalorian.

"We wholeheartedly second this motion. Had the Hegemony not threatened world stability, then this meeting would not be needed. We stand with the Mandaorian Empire - the Hegemony will be removed, or Barronia will have no part in a shambolic alliance which cannot carry it's own purpose through."

Seawind whispered to the diplomatic aide, "We better not be paying for anything. Also, being forced to pay for repairs could allow the global media to portray this a somewhat of a LION victory over the Hegemony."

"But we won't be in the..."

"Hush! Though you are quite right."

"Now, if the Sumgauians are surrendering any demand for compensation, the diplomatically acceptable thing to do would be for LION to do so likewise."

"But war is not fair. It's about greed and stupidity."

"True."

"And the Barronians are justified in asking for cash. Their nation's taken quite a beating in this war."

"Let's see how it plays out, then."

Will Riddle stood up on the behalf of Greal.

"We also agree with Lord Sumguy's proposal. For the sake of peace. We see no reason to demand anything from LION since they did not cause any damage on Greal, and LION should not see any reason to demand compensation from Greal when we haven't fired yet."

Then he sat down, abruptly.

"You alright?" asked Raul.

"Fine. I hate these speeches."

Allahu Ackbar raised his brow as he presumed that Faxnavian man's last commented addressed his and his nation's policy towards this conflict. Taking advantage in the lull in the conference, the Mandalorian stood up and began one of his many speeches, littered with flames against the Hegemony and its memberstates in it.

"My fellow LION delegates, hear me out; the very foundation of this alliance is at stake. A white-peace with the Hegemony," Allahu blurted the Hegemony word, and continued, "is, quite frankly, unacceptable. Not only will the prestige of this alliance quickly falter, but the Mandalorian Empire will promptly revoke its position as a member of LION. The least that these neo-imperialists could do is repay the damage done to LION assets. Heh.." And with that, Allahu took a quick glance at Lord Sumguy and sat down.

"I fear I am ignorant regarding what it is to which you refer, honerable sir." The Hegemon replied with a friendly smile. "What offensive operations has the Hegemony conducted against LION assets in this war? Also, are you sure that accusations of imperialism are something a nation such as your own can make without being guilty of hypocrisy?"

"the ASD will, of course, back any course that the Hegemon decides to follow." Said Prime minister Mace Standing up. "That being said, this is a war that was started by LION under false premises and in which LION has made the only offensive moves. The demand that we pay reparations in light of these circumstances seems . .. slightly ridiculous."

Charles and his two associates had forgone the pins and sat down at the table listening quietly to the exchanges going on. He thought it was 'usual' for the alliance requesting peace to start making demands, but this was politics after all, when was anything 'usual'. Mokastana had gotten lucky in this war, minus a few deployments no serious casualties had occurred.

The Hegemon seemed to be in control of the alliance, so Charles just sat back and watched the events unfold. Keeping his PDA up to date on any information that the Ministry might send him.

OOC: Bumpage.

"It has never been in my life that I have seen such a gathering of belligerents and fools." Mrs. Alison Krippin rose from her chair, her eyes seemed to be portraying everything she was about to say.

She glared down heavily on the Waldenburger delegation, the Bishop Throm specifically. "Mr. Throm," she said he is name with disgust but as politely as possible, "your condemning of the Imperial Republic due to acts of distant administration, an administration whose leader was placed in an insane aslyum, is out right disgusting. If I recall correctly it was you who declared a war on Maldorians and all of its holdings, at the time Greston was a asset of the Mandalorian Empire. To protect an ally honourably is something much more than you ever have done, sir."

She was mad, her mind was writhing with anger and disgust with the people she once praised. Alison was ready to discuss upon the matters of other less than honourable acts the Waldenburgers had committed.

"Acts of t-" she was cut of mid sentence by her bewildered, tired, and aching friend, Michael Richardson..

"They were burned at the stake. The Deputy Attorney General and every other delegate was tortured and murdered by people I trusted, people I cared for," Michael sighed, he was pale and in an obvious amount of pain, "I was spared due to the high level of alchohal in my body. Once I woke up, the place was littered with bodies, both of the clergy and our delegations. The room was lined with bones, it was a gruesome scene. The building was in flames and the clergy was scrambling to get out, since I survived they took me with them. I am only here because that," he hesitated searching for the correct word," man, Throm, I can't come to call him his title, dragged me here."

He stood from his chair, he was almost shaking with fear and pain. He raised his pale hand and pointed at the Waldenburgers with shame, "These men, these men are nothing but scoundrels and monsters. No man, or any man, shall ever listen or obey them. I promise you, with god as my witness, that not a day will go by that I will not attempt to bring this men to justice."

Striker just looked on in awe, as his counter parts spoke their mind. He scanned the room and found a few people he knew, such as the Barronian, Mandolorian, and Leistungi delegations. He no doubt hope that if a scuffle was to occur they would come to his aid.

"Mr. Lindon," Striker decided to say, "your proposal for peace is out right unnacceptable. To ask, no, to beg for peace from the Hegemony is not something I expected from this alliance. I demand reparations in full for all of the damage cause upon the Grestonian proper because of this. In due time," Striker then directed his attention to the Waldenburgers, "Mr. Ruprecht, I expect payments to repair the District of Grestonia, Easen, the Westminister Strait, and other coastal cities affected by your blatant warmongering. I shall not leave my position, I shall not quit helping Greston. I am just asking you to quite destroying her."

Jerry didn't step out of his seat to speak, he simple stayed seated and talked calmly and sternly. "If these demands are not fulfilled, I promise you, the Mediterranican Union will lose much more than the MUIZ."

“Burned alive?” Throm pulled an excellent horrified look, it was quite genuine, how could the man possibly know, he had been unconscious the whole, and should this be found out. “I do not know of what you speak, I personally dragged through the catacombs of Bad Amberg castle before it was hit repeatedly with Vetekan air attacks. Not once but twice! And you dare speak of monstrosity to me? You survived because of your alcoholism and my efforts a terrible boon but one none the less, and we took you for emergency medical care. True enough we had arrested you, but it was Vetekan bombs that killed your comrades and my men! You accuse the wrong party Mr. Richardson, and it brings no satisfaction to me in saying that you were this close to dying; we kept you alive through neural stimulation, God knows what it did to you, but you are alive and you should be thankful.” Throm spoke almost sadly when he was not piquing his statements with indignation.

Prince Ruprecht on the other hand seemed like a volcano building steam. Your Highness, the correct mode of address in your highness.” Medals jangled on his chest as he arched his back and sat impressively upright in the chair. “Past history aside, we were too defending an ally in the Maldorian affair. Old history for some perhaps. Today however there is new history to be made. Need I remind you that combined MU battle groups are even now stationed off of Greston, and I have assurances from His Excellency Admiral Dagon that our attacks shall be nothing in comparison to his own. So we will not pay reparations, let us just say that should Greston continue to deny the correct course of nature then they shall be rather redundant at any rate.”

The prince breathed heavily and continued in a voice that did much more to contain his rage. “This war is over if you could not tell. How many LION members have left the League in the last few days? We are aware of these developments, and well aware of their course. Do you, Mr. Striker, Ms Crippen, have any idea against how many nations you are ranged? The entirety of the MU, Lyras and her comrades, the Hegemony, the list continues and continues. End it now while the Hegemon offers you terms, for when the war progresses to put men with less virtue and more malice in positions of command your nations shall wail for the ‘humiliation’ of the Hegemonic peace. I would not be so lenient, and though after hearing such stirring, if muddled and fallacious, words Mr. Richardson, I am ordered to present my governments demands for discussion.

One, Greston will sign Non Aggression pacts with all members of the MU\Hegemony
Two, Permanent MU Observer within the Grestonian Parliament
Three, All currently held prisoners of MU nations held under any charges are to be released.
Four, A monument to the dead of the MU will be built in Easen outside the capital building.

These are our most lenient terms; I myself would have strung this out perhaps but never mind. Take it Mr. Striker and be humbled, or refuse and see which one of us can get to the phone first. Those are our condition for the entirety of the war, for the dead over Easen, for dead at Union Base, for all those who have died in and for the Imperial Republic.”


OOC If it's easier for you Greston with your new time restraints to discuss peace by MSN or Tg then that would be great too.

The Barronian ambassador let out a snort at the "terms" the Waldenburgers laid out. Outrageous at best, downright insulting at worst. But Barronia had her own demands.

"Indeed, Bishop, indeed! Let us see. You will, unfortunately, note that the Vetakan Security Services and our own work very closely - they have assured us that under no circumstances did they order an air attack against Bad Amberg! So, Bishop, let us see, indeed, how many Greston faces; but let us also see who stands with Greston. If but one of your men sets foot upon Greston, we will unleash a war upon your nation so horrific you will believe Hell itself has opened up beneath you.

We will not permit Greston to submit to these outrageous terms, and we put to you, sir, that your nation will assist the Hegemony in paying reparations for the dead in Misenae, starting at one-million universal standard dollars per civilian, one-point-five million per government official, and two-million per member of the emergency services and armed forces.

These are the terms we offer to you, sir, and be lucky that is all we demand."

OOC Just as a note Veteka did launch quite a large raid at Bad Amberg from a carrier air group (admittedly after the first) this was also after we alerted the respective governments to the situation and where the meeting was. So it should be well documented, but eh.

"The Waldenburger Empire never ordered and attacks within Barronia, or any of her constituent governments, the sad attacks that did take place were on the behalf of private citizens, and looking at our records arrests seem to suggest a majority of criminals are in fact Barronian. Though His Majesty extends his sympathy to those who lost their life in Barronia, he, nor any of his staff gave such orders to unleash upon your nation the fate that befell it." This was true Throm reflected. Of course the attitude of the Imperial Government had always been to hand the Church, with a twinkly eyed smile the keys to the armory, and quietly wander away and have a sit down.

"Though I am not privy, as it seems most of our citizens, whatever their affiliation have been arrested or in some means rendered incapable of communication to such information I am lead to believe that the Barronia government is responsible for more casualties and certainly more detainments than any terrorist threat. Of course this is only speculation from garbled phone messages received some time ago, punctuated by the smashing in of doors." Throm smiled lightly. "If we are to discuss such payments there are a few matters before this we should like to speak of. But I digress, representing the Holy Church I must concur with my colleague the Prince, that our demands are reasonable and we request you take them."

OOC Just as a note Veteka did launch quite a large raid at Bad Amberg from a carrier air group (admittedly after the first) this was also after we alerted the respective governments to the situation and where the meeting was. So it should be well documented, but eh.

OOC: We relied on VSIS entirely for information in that theater. If they say they didn't, we're far more likely to believe them than you ;)

Striker simply grinned and clasped his hands together as the prince grew angry and outrage over such a inconvienence as a title. Striker chuckled a little and spoke, "Why should I adress you with a term of respective, honour, and authority when, in all circumstances, you have no authority over me or the Imperial Republic? Mr. Ruprecht, I will not let my people, in and out of the District of Grestonia, look at a monument for people who killed innocents?"

Striker shuffled around in his chair, in turn of the princes movements, "Sir, do you have a child? Now don't answer this, but think upon it. If you had a child, wouldn't you love and care for him? Wouldn't you wish to keep him safe and treat him as well as possible, not wanting to let a day go by where you don't hold him or tuck him into bed? What if abruptly, you were at work, your mean of bring food to the table, and you look at the office window to see a rising flame, growing and spreading over neighborhoods and buildings just like yours, and you notice, where the fire is the least sparse, is where your home is and where your child is? Now, Mr. Ruprecht, you and your government have put hundreds of fathers, and mothers alike, through this situation. I know personally they would rather not see a monument erected for the people who died trying to kill them."

Striker stood up, his spirit seemed to be lifted by his speech. He rolled his chair out of the way and he walked to the centre of the room, he had the floor and everyone was waiting for his next word.

"As for the Non-Aggression Pact, sir, I had signed one, I signed two and attempted to sign another. I believe the AIMN Pact comes to mind? Ah yes, the AIMN Pact, one of the many excuses you used to attack to Greston, a state much more honourable than yours! The Constitution the GLE is another, I helped create that in the spirit of help and peace. And then, the MU Charter. I attempted to join, I had changed my ways and I wanted to help this region. In return Greston is attacked and condemned. If any one should sign such a pact it is yourselve! I shall not place my pen near such a paper until you stop your aggression and stop your mindless violence upon citizens, civilians who know nothing nor care!"

Jerry's eyes were in flames, he was outraged, ever second on he spoke about the situation it reminded him of the charred remains of a church he had to pass to get to the air port.

He rummaged around the inside of the flannel of his jacket and found a paper in one of his pockets. He withdrew it and then withdrew a lighter. The paper looked old and seemed to have an air of importance to it. "This, my friend, is the original copy of the AIMN Pact, the same piece of paper your leader signed two to three years ago. This once represented peace and prosperity, but not no longer. This has the signatures of once dear allies, now dire enemies. On this day, this paper will no longer exist, but only as ashes."

The lighted flicked on and the paper went up flames. A little gray smoke started to raise, Striker dropped it and let it waif to the floor. As he stepped out the flame he decided it was time to tackle number two of the proposal, "As for placing a MU representitive in the most honourable place in Greston, a year ago I would be clambering to set that up. But now, that I would do is laugh at your proposal. Once again I find out how stupid I was to attempt to join the MU, the hypocracy of it just keeps growing. You call me a power grabber, you reason for attacking me is because I supposedly want power. Why would you want to place a man in our parliament unless just for that reason? You can have your prisoners, all of them expect for Waldenburger clergy. The destruction of St. Stephan and the dispersing of nerve gas in numerous areas is down right unnacceptable and they will serve their time, twenty five years to life."

Striker put his back to the man who looked more so to be a full grown pig, and adressed the rest of the room. "Mr. Sumguy, Mr. Lindon, Mr. Riddle, Sir Commissioner Mr. Harvey: I want peace as much as the next man but at what cost is it worth? Must how many men die for it? I wish to end the hostilities with the Hegemony for however long the illlogical Cazelians can hold their tounge and not threaten us. As well I wish to make peace with LION and its affiliates. I have no quary with you, the only coalition left to attack is the MU."

Striker once turned around to greet the mad man prince, "Now that your bias deal is over, let me propose mine.

One, all MU hostilities upon Greston, her holdings, and her allies will cease
Two, all Waldenburgers within Greston and specifically the District of Grestonia are to be deported to their proper govenment
Three, all alliances, embassies, and consular homes with the Imperial Republic of MU affiliates will be disbanned
Four, payments towards the reparations of civilian and financial, not military, areas within Greston must be made

If such terms may not be agreed upon, I can be lenient. Take this proposal and nought see the destruction of half of your military and the MU, if not I promise you, and you may pass this down to your leader, that Greston shall prevail. Loyalty to petrified opinion never broke a chain or freed a human soul!"

Striker once again took his seat, proud of him self for telling off the pigs.

“I did have a son Mr. Striker,” Ruprecht stood now; his torso was so meaty and his legs so awkward that he bent forward over a chair to keep his balance. “Would you like to know how he died?” The Prince was smiling tightly in a fashion that suggested he was just holding back terrible sorrow, “In defense of the Commonwealth, defense of Mr. Batther and of his cabinet and of the Imperial Republic. Do not sir lecture me on sorrow, nor regret; I watched from a television screen as Thule was turned into a cloud of ash. My son.” He knuckled tapped the chair slightly, “served with Peter von Waldenburg, with his uncle and was the first at the Anagonia’s throats, or would have been. Greston has yet to feel suffering. And when he died I wept, and then I stopped, dried my tears and rejoiced for my son was claimed and enlightened. All that in him that was dark was swept away in the twinkling on an eye. I still question for what, as undoubtedly do thousands of other parents why, however I have found solace.

I have however not come to discuss my own feelings. This is where we must discuss our own wrongs. There is no statement, which can so readily describe the League’s war against the Hegemony as “baseless.” The Imperial Republic and her allies, had at the point of declaring war against the Hegemony violated the MU Territorial Supremacy Act on numerous occasions, and violated the Bilateral Treaty Directive being made with the Hegemony at that very moment. Declarations of war precipitated into what we now understand as the current events; we stood in defense of our ally. And though I may be entirely obtuse, after reading our less damaged copy of the AIMN treaty there is no clause stating that member nations may not declare war on one another, and the Levantian Empire and the various statutes there in also suggest this they do not assure it. Also it should be noted that The Most Divine and Illustrious Empire of Waldenburgers has never declared war on the Imperial Republic, therefore not violating either treaty in any case. Though I personally do not accept this as fact, the letter of the treaties has been upheld.” Ruprecht stopped for breath before continuing.

“As for your proposal. I must restate that we shall not pay for any damages in defense of our allies. And you may burn however many treaties you like however it shall not counter reality; the League of Ocean Faring Nations attacked the Hegemony without military provocation. Your first three points are of course acceptable, although I myself cannon speak for other MU members on point three undoubtedly it shall be done by the Waldenburger Empire at least. On the last we shall not compromise, at least in this manner, with those whom so actively pursue war across the world. If we are to pay then we insist the Imperial Republic of Greston meet all of our earlier demands. Then and only then will we make a one time payment of 35 billion Reichmarks, and not a Pfund more."

OOC Barronia: I don't know why he wouldn't tell everyone, anyway you're much closer to the area. Oh well, we'll never know now.

The Leistungi delegation had been silent up to this point, besides for the odd snicker when one of the Waldenburgers spoke, but this latest turn of events shook them from their trance. Minister Tirpitz rose from his seat, facing the Waldenburgers with a determined look set on his face.

"Prince Ruprecht, thank you for the history lesson. However, while on the topic of murdering the innocent, perhaps we should bring to the room's attention the actions of your fleet around Hafenstadt," he said, keeping his voice at a level tone. "While you watched Thule turned to ash I watched my people strafed and bombed prior to a declaration of war by your nation. You want to speak of lost sons? Fine. What about the sons incinerated in their beds when you fired on civilian targets? What about the sons buried under tons of rubble as the apartment buildings around the harbor crashed down on their unsuspecting bodies? What about those sons, Prince?"

The man beside him, Minister Bachmeier stood next, his voice not quite as level as Tirpitz's and his nostrils flared as he spoke. "Let me remind you, honorable Waldenburgers, that even while surprised and outnumbered we were still able reclaim the city. The blood of the innocent runs thick in the streets of Hafenstadt as much as it does in Eason and Barronia, the difference being that Leistung has never declared war on your nation, nor has your nation ever declared war on us." He took a moment to catch his breath before continuing. "I may have to check the books again, Prince, but I do believe that the murder of the innocent, flying under false flags, acts of terrorism, and attacks during peacetime constitute war crimes, so you'll understand when I get a little angry when you pass of your actions as 'just defending our ally.' Your actions passed that point the moment you targeted the innocent."

“Indeed, you have my sympathy, however again no Imperial Orders were ever issued to primarily attack citizens. Reports still flowing in from our cruisers, which still operate under this flag of truce in international waters, that the citizens of Hafenstadt are part of a city and indeed state wide conscription program? Are they not in fact an army in being; are not a majority of the population trained for combat? Under the rules of war such an attack, however it digressed from the original goal of destroying the shipyards, is perfectly acceptable. If you are to train citizens for war expect them to die. Would we be so outraged if the very same attack had taken place at a purely military establishment? Perhaps you would be Tirpitz, however the rest of the world would view it as an entirely acceptable act.

As for false flags I have no idea of what you speak. I have assurance from Vice Admiral Thousis both before and during the operation, that no Waldenburger vessel flew any other flag than that of the Imperial Banner and the Banner of the Holy Sepulcher. Our targets, valid industries owned and operated by collaborators with the League, who even offered discounts to the warmongers. Viable military targets which provided aide and comfort to our enemies. It is most unfortunate what happened to the city however it cannot be denied that if no resistance was ordered the transition would have been much smoother. As it was we were met by members of your ‘militia’which actively resisted marine landings.

Such a valuable and productive resource in the hands of the enemy is, and perhaps you will not insult Leistungi ingenuity in this matter, incredibly and potentially valuable to the LION war effort. If it please you Admiral I have some rather shocking tales from some combat pilots from the WIS Baden, some rather odd stories though perhaps they are only rumor and conjecture so I shall leave it at that. I believe there are currently approximately nineteen thousand Waldenburgers, at least, captive in Hafenstadt, along with Vice Admiral Thousis which we expect returned before this day is over naturally. We have released our prisoners, and wish an earnest of good faith in return.”

Tirpitz chuckled. "You're trying to justify your actions by saying that our people are trained for war? Please, Prince, does your nation have a national guard service? The same exact thing. Would your people have done any differently, had they been given weapons and had their families under attack?"

Bachmeier pipped up again. "And the point remains that you cannot honestly expect us to forgive you for the needless shelling of our cities simply because 'there were no orders to do so.' The fact is that it did happen and you should have to answer for your actions. The idea that our soldiers should have laid down and let your men invade our homeland is preposterous, and that you should try to justify your actions as anything less than a cowardly and unprovoked attack without a declaration of war is as well." He stopped for a moment, allowing the Defense Minister to address the issue of prisoner exchange.

"Your prisoners shall be released, but as for your Vice Admiral, until such time as can be proven to us that he committed no crime in an unprovoked attack on civilians--and I'm talking about before our militia was mustered--he will be held as a war criminal in a secure location in Leistung. He will be tried later this week, and a guilty verdict will result in permanent incarceration in our prison system."

"Indeed we do, the Serene Legions are mustered from every able bodied citizen, however we are fully prepared to admit that if they should stand against an invader it is the right and indeed wise course of action for said invader to dispatch all threats to his person. It is one of the problems with militias, and you cannot deny that heavy fighting took place among the dockyards. Civilian elements engaged us as we attempted to fulfill out orders. And while it may be true that many citizens not mustering in defense of Hafenstadt were injured, the bombardment of the town was a certainly justified action to prevent the mobilization.

I am sure should any court view this evidence they should find in favor of the Waldenburger Empire. However accommodating the Leistungi delegation has been so far there is however one point which we must vehemently disagree with. the holding of an officer of the Empire. Surely as a commanding officer his position is sacrosanct and his actions, in surrendering rather than leading the last defense actions of many officers proves him of noble intent and virtue? This of course does not matter from the Imperial prospective; Vice Admiral Thousis will be released with his staff and all our prisoners or the war continues. There is no negotiating we shall do on this issue, and though we cannot, and do not intend to stop you from pressing charges against him he shall not be held in Leistung and will be tried by an international court in the remnants of the MUIZ, and most certainly not held in Leistung. Your Excellency has already shown how he feels on the matter and such a bias would not be accepted in any normal case.

There shall be no negotiating on this matter, if Vice Admiral Thousis is not freed within twelve hours the Fourth Imperial Naval Group will be ordered to resume planned operations." Of course the planned operations involved a small victory party for the officers and extra rations for the crew but Prince Ruprecht thought the sentence was impeccable anyway.

OOC You have a TG leistung I finished ^^

"I would remind the honerable delegates that we are not here to discuss terms of peace between the League and the Waldenburger Empire, but between the League and the Hegemony." Lord Sumguy said calmly, yet loudly. "I request that discussion of matters not relevant to the aforementioned purpose cease until after a treaty is agreed upon." He sighed. The Waldenburgers were not helping things go smoothly, having risen to the bait of arguing in defense of their military actions, and the Barronians and Maldorians seemed to think that the League somehow would be better off than the Hegemony should the war continue. He was glad at least of the unexpected sharing of his wish for peace in Senator Lindon, which had come as a mild suprise.

OOC: bump again.

OOC: Fax, you are allowed to post, you know. I mean, you're running this thing :D

OOC: Fax, you are allowed to post, you know. I mean, you're running this thing :D

OOC: My apologies. I'm trying to leave it up to the rest of you to post, as I'm effectively going to go with what the League decides.

“I did have a son Mr. Striker,” Ruprecht stood now; his torso was so meaty and his legs so awkward that he bent forward over a chair to keep his balance. “Would you like to know how he died?” The Prince was smiling tightly in a fashion that suggested he was just holding back terrible sorrow, “In defense of the Commonwealth, defense of Mr. Batther and of his cabinet and of the Imperial Republic. Do not sir lecture me on sorrow, nor regret; I watched from a television screen as Thule was turned into a cloud of ash. My son.” He knuckled tapped the chair slightly, “served with Peter von Waldenburg, with his uncle and was the first at the Anagonia’s throats, or would have been. Greston has yet to feel suffering. And when he died I wept, and then I stopped, dried my tears and rejoiced for my son was claimed and enlightened. All that in him that was dark was swept away in the twinkling on an eye. I still question for what, as undoubtedly do thousands of other parents why, however I have found solace.

I have however not come to discuss my own feelings. This is where we must discuss our own wrongs. There is no statement, which can so readily describe the League’s war against the Hegemony as “baseless.” The Imperial Republic and her allies, had at the point of declaring war against the Hegemony violated the MU Territorial Supremacy Act on numerous occasions, and violated the Bilateral Treaty Directive being made with the Hegemony at that very moment. Declarations of war precipitated into what we now understand as the current events; we stood in defense of our ally. And though I may be entirely obtuse, after reading our less damaged copy of the AIMN treaty there is no clause stating that member nations may not declare war on one another, and the Levantian Empire and the various statutes there in also suggest this they do not assure it. Also it should be noted that The Most Divine and Illustrious Empire of Waldenburgers has never declared war on the Imperial Republic, therefore not violating either treaty in any case. Though I personally do not accept this as fact, the letter of the treaties has been upheld.” Ruprecht stopped for breath before continuing.

“As for your proposal. I must restate that we shall not pay for any damages in defense of our allies. And you may burn however many treaties you like however it shall not counter reality; the League of Ocean Faring Nations attacked the Hegemony without military provocation. Your first three points are of course acceptable, although I myself cannon speak for other MU members on point three undoubtedly it shall be done by the Waldenburger Empire at least. On the last we shall not compromise, at least in this manner, with those whom so actively pursue war across the world. If we are to pay then we insist the Imperial Republic of Greston meet all of our earlier demands. Then and only then will we make a one time payment of 35 billion Reichmarks, and not a Pfund more."

OOC Barronia: I don't know why he wouldn't tell everyone, anyway you're much closer to the area. Oh well, we'll never know now.

"And I watched from my office window as half of the out skirts of Easen were destroyed! Do not lecture me of lost sons and of parents with sorrow, the incineration of Thule was nothing of my fault. Am I an Anagonian, sir? I believe not so terrorist acts upon my nation are not justified by it. Every book, every court, and every nuetral upon this earth recognises that you are actions were acts of unjustified war and serious war crimes. You say no war was declared but do you think it is not a war when VX nerve gas is released to kill innocents? Do you think it is not war when planes and ships come pouring into our waters attacking not only military installations but civilian areas as well?

You Waldenburgers disgust me and never in my days shall I allow for a monument to be erected in memory of the bastards who came to kill us. I have morales sir, I have ideals, and those morales and ideals will not allow me to praise a murderer."

Striker was angery and had a look upon his face which obvious showed how hard he was trying to hold back the sorrow.

"Unless you pay to repair civilians broken lives, I will not release all Waldenburger captives. Those captives will be given a fair trial and then, if proven guilty of their disgusting war crimes, they will be incarcerated; special offenders executed."

Striker walked foward with a smug look upon his face, he had the entire room's attention on him as he walked foward. He stood two feet in front of the prince before continueing.

"Or, sir, you be lenient and allow for us to accept to of the demands and have the MU treasury pay for the damage. Sir, I am no doubt open to discussion, if you would only for a moment leave your clotted, blood stained cloud and listen. I will allow for a non aggressive pact to be signed and will gladly give prisoners back. But, sir, you will go to my demands and we can be done with this. What do you say, sir? Or are you still to bloodthirsty to give up?"

Ruprecht stared at the man for a moment and cocked his head slightly before nodding to Dench who removed a small phone from his pocket and clicked it open. "I will make one final offer Mr. Striker; I need not say what will happen should it be denied. One Non aggression pacts for everyone, all prisoners released everywhere, we will pay for Gresonian damages if and only if in exchange Greston pays for damages incurred to the MUIZ, an the MU, as a whole retain a consulate within the Imperial Republic and are allowed an observer in the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Also a statue to the dead of the the region as a whole condemning or praising no one, shall be built in Easen in a spot befitting the solemnity of the symbol and respect for those who have died in defense of their ideals."

Ruprecht nodded to Dench again who readied the phone again. He believed that this was a considerable deal, at least in financial terms, as the MUIZ and it's fine ministries and avenues had been a key point of the craftsmen art and quite costly to replace. "Exact financial details can be worked out with the Secretary of the MU and the Ministry of Finance. You try my patience Mr. Striker, and I believe I do not stand alone in saying that this is our limit."

Sergio had been watching with growing trepidation as what was meant to be a routine peace agreement had become a harried argument between the two sides. Perhaps now was the time to step in. He descended the steps, talking as he went. "I believe, frankly, that the Waldenburgers make an interesting suggestion, if a bit unorthodox. Clearly, both sides demand reparations, and both sides are equally unwilling to pay any reparations.Perhaps the best thing is for neither side to make reparation- to accept that no other agreement will be reached, and to move ahead and realize that peace is more important that anything else."

Ruprecht nodded to himself as Mr. Striker finally nodded his consent, he had not wished to descend to almost equal terms however, Waldenburg was not prepared for a global war on so many fronts. Dench flipped the phone away and returned to a prim stance of sullen awareness.

"Excellent. I will order it drafted and we shall, if it is acceptable to yourself Mr. Striker, we shall sign it later this evening. Now we must pursue peace through all other venues. The Leistungi have heard our offer, and I hope they accept it. If not I see no other reason why a white peace is not a excellent end to a trying week? I believe we have been distressing the Hegemon to some extent, let us return to the matter most pertinent and end this war."

OOC Greston approved this via MSN last night, so done!

OOC: I accepted this with LS last night, so...also done.

The delegation sank into their chairs, noticing that the Waldenburgers and Grestonians seemed to be in agreement.

"We too are content with the agreement. You will have our signatures on such a document, and we hope that the Barronians and Maldorians understand."

The Faxanavian delegation nodded succinctly and Sergio spoke on their behalf. "I must agree with the Leistungi delegation. We have no objection, and if there is no further say on the matter, I propose that we put forth a full agreement for signature."

"Agreed." Lord Sumguy said, smiling. "A treaty of such terms was drafted by myself several days ago." He continued, as Claxton pulled a document out of a small briefcase and approached Lindon, handing the papers to him.*

"Please inform me if any part of this treaty is unnacceptable." The Hegemon said. "If you have no objections, then I move that we sign this document and end this war immediately."

*OOC: the treaty drafted is a simple declaration of peace, no bells or whistles. If you really want i can try to whip up an actual document that would be passable, though im not sure how successful i woudl be at that.

"Agreed." Lord Sumguy said, smiling. "A treaty of such terms was drafted by myself several days ago." He continued, as Claxton pulled a document out of a small briefcase and approached Lindon, handing the papers to him.*

"Please inform me if any part of this treaty is unnacceptable." The Hegemon said. "If you have no objections, then I move that we sign this document and end this war immediately."

*OOC: the treaty drafted is a simple declaration of peace, no bells or whistles. If you really want i can try to whip up an actual document that would be passable, though im not sure how successful i woudl be at that.

Lindon nodded. "I concur. For better or worse, this war must end, and I encourage whoever wishes for the end of it to step down here, now, and stand beside me for the signing." He slowly withdrew the treaty, read it over quickly, and placed it out on a long table down in the center of the room. He reached for an ink pen in his shirt pocket- a long, golden piece of art, it was his favored pen. Now, he reached out to place his signature in the appropriate spot...
High in the rafters, the same solitary figure stared down. With an almost inaudible click, a bolt slid back, prepped for fire. Two bloodshot eyes, hazed over with anger and insanity, took aim down the pistol's sights. The figure waited, its gun aimed straight downwards, towards the center of the room and Sergio Lindon.

As Lindon stepped back from the document, The Hegemon stepped forward, leaning down to sign. His facial expression was an odd mix of satisfaction and resignation as he stood up.

"At this point I ask that the delegates of the assembled nations come forward to observe the signed treaty and bear witness that henceforth the state of war that has existed between the Hegemony and League of Imperial Ocean-Faring nations is no more."

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. As of this moment, and by Special Jurisdiction Act of Nineteen-Seventy-Three, I am hereby announcing the withdrawal of Barronia from the League of Imperial Ocean-Faring Nations. We will not, ever, sign a contract that leaves us begging at the feet of the disgusting organisation that calls themselves the Hegemony.

You, Lindon, ought to be ashamed of yourself, signing a deal with warmongorers and oppressors. How dare you blacken the name of the nations in this room by begging for peace from these animals? Pathetic, sir, is too good a word. Barronia will never wager for peace with these nations, never. You disgust me.

Melissa, get your things. We're leaving this sham of a conference, and may God have mercy on any one of you who sign that treaty. The League is finished, and all of you with it."

Barronia could not, would not stand for this offence against decency and common sense. The League was finished, the treaty merely a death warrant for the League's action. Barronian's lives lost for nothing, Waldenburger attacks effectively sanctioned for the sake of a sham peace because of spineless nations' desires to save their own rather than show unifying force to bring down their enemies.

Why, why, why do we get involved with these democratic fools, the ambassador asked himself. It always ends in tears, corrupt donkeys leading blind lions.

"Pathetic. Absolutely pathetic. As of this moment, and by Special Jurisdiction Act of Nineteen-Seventy-Three, I am hereby announcing the withdrawal of Barronia from the League of Imperial Ocean-Faring Nations. We will not, ever, sign a contract that leaves us begging at the feet of the disgusting organisation that calls themselves the Hegemony.

You, Lindon, ought to be ashamed of yourself, signing a deal with warmongorers and oppressors. How dare you blacken the name of the nations in this room by begging for peace from these animals? Pathetic, sir, is too good a word. Barronia will never wager for peace with these nations, never. You disgust me.

Melissa, get your things. We're leaving this sham of a conference, and may God have mercy on any one of you who sign that treaty. The League is finished, and all of you with it."

Barronia could not, would not stand for this offence against decency and common sense. The League was finished, the treaty merely a death warrant for the League's action. Barronian's lives lost for nothing, Waldenburger attacks effectively sanctioned for the sake of a sham peace because of spineless nations' desires to save their own rather than show unifying force to bring down their enemies.

Why, why, why do we get involved with these democratic fools, the ambassador asked himself. It always ends in tears, corrupt donkeys leading blind lions.

Emperor Blackfield, followed by his assistants and carrying the two-way television set, followed the Barronians out quietly. They had no true reason to be here, and the Empire's withdrawal from the Hegemony would be announced immediately thereafter.

Ruprecht nodded slightly at the departing Barronians, the treaty had, as they said, signed itself before this meeting ever took place. However the mood was fouled by the events and Grestonians were always bothersome. In a slight storm the Prince dipped low to sign the treaty; his mood almost hanging of his head.

Colonel Dench stood by his side and smiled weakly at the Hegemon who was almost pushed from the table, by the Prince.

The Hegemon silently watched the Barronians leave. Arrogant, bloodthirsty, self-deceiving fools. He retreated as the prince came forward and found himself standing beside Colonel Dench. "How such weak and selfish men should arise to positions of power is beyond me." He said to the colonel, his voice audible only to the person to whom he was speaking. "In you at least there wiil be hope."

(ooc: after being inactive and deleted due to constant filled days, and then being revived, I am going to explain the whole inactivity that took place)

Months Ago:
Farewell Address of the Prime Minister in Amsteldam

The recent civil war in The Commonwealth of Zoingo had brought tough times upon its citizens, the efforts of both national and international forces had bought back peace to the country. However, even as things were rebounding, a great loss was in place......

That loss, was that of the Ambassador, President (of the nation before the transition back to a Constitutional Monarchy a few years back), and now Prime Minister Roland J. Massaquine, who announced that he would not run for a third term as Minister. He felt that he had done enough for the country, and now it was time for another person to take his place.

"The recent civil strife in the great nation that we belove has left us in a state of dissaray, the government confused, the economy unbalanced, and our internal and external war forces used to capacity." Roland said to a booming crowd in the capital.
"But I have no doubt, that the nation will revive and continue to be the trading republic that it once was, and still will be, in the future.

The line was followed by a thunderous applause.

"Thanks to our friends in the Hegemony and LION......"

A roar of chears and applause overtook the sentence before Roland could finish.

"Thanks to them, our nation is safe once more. And I cannot imagine us ever turning against them after what they did for us."

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Up in the Royal Palace high above, the current monarch, King Ragnald IV, was looking down at the speach below. The king was always impressed by Roland, as he was the main influence who tried to not let him go. Seeing that this is what his Minister wanted, he let go on the subject, and gave Roland his best wishes. With the new minister now elected, and the country now going in a new direction, he couldn't help but look back and see how much he would miss him.

"It will be hard for you, Mr. Martin Dolons to fill the shoes of a man as great as he was." The monarch told his new Prime Minister.

"I know, he was my inspiration, and im afraid that after this, I am not up for the job." he sighed.

"Don't worry, Roland sends his best regards to you and says that you will do fine. But after him, I doubt that there is another man as great as him on forign policy."

"I agree"
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Now

Mr. Dolons was on his first mission, away from the comfort of the nation, to meet with world leaders that he himself had only either heard of or meet briefly. Arriving on the scene without much fuss would be difficult, as Zoingo's actions could be questioned. But what was there to do, weeks after the Farewell Address, the war sparked, leaving countries on both ends, like the Commonwealth, split in the middle. Taking sides in the condition that the country was in was to spell catastrophe, and leaving both parties questioning who was on whoes side did not make things any better.

So, the only action that was left was to keep quiet, from both LION and the Hegemony, and shield itself from international attention. But now as the peace talks would hopefully comence, questions in the government were rasied about liability, and the fact that if there name was not on the treaty, then they were still technically a part in the war without even trying to be in it in the first place.

He was about to enter the hall when some commotion was going on followed by the apparent Prince of Barronia storming out of the meeting.

"Useless to talk to him"Martin thought as the delegation walked right by him.

This was quickly followed by the Kiravian delegation, carrying a rediculously huge screen.

"Isn't this the New Emperor of Kirav? He thought as he accidentaly was in there way.

"Excuse my your highness." He bowed and continued into the room. Hopefully, the relation between Kirav and Zoingo was still valid, after all, weren't they still in the Hegemony? If he was correct, it was due to Roland in the first place that the relation to the two countries was started, along with several joint colonization projects which both parties were happy with.

Martin slipped into a vacant seat in which was supposed to be the Kirav delegation seat. Spotting most notibly the Faxinavian head of the meeting, as well as Lord Sumguy.

The representatives from the ASD moved up to sign and witness then left quietly. Returned to their transportation and returned, finally, to the ASD

OOC: Zoingo - just an ambassador.

The Ambassador burst past the Zoingan delegation, barely saying a word, and making straight for the waiting cars outside. The Imperial Guardsmen filed in alongside him, hands drawn to their sabres as they made their way to the exit.

Hearing the steps of the Emperor behind him, the Ambassador sighed and turned around.

"Your Eminence, I must apologise. Barronia has no qualm or quibble with the Empire, far from it. Indeed, we have no problem with any individual nation, save maybe those uncultured Cazelians, who really could do with a lesson in manners. However, I digress. Judging by your exit immediately after ours, I assume the treaty was not signed on your part?"

"Aye. We did not sign. We had nothing to gain from being amidst such bickering, and nothing to lose by leaving. We have no qualms with Barronia either. In fact...," he uttered in a more hushed tone, "We have lost nothing in this war, while your people have suffered much. The Empire is willing to invest in Barronian reconstruction."

Meanwhile, the diplomatic aide tipped his hat to the Zoingans that passed by, as a way of saying "We're still on the same side."

ooc: thanks for clarifying Barronia, and thanks Kirav (ps. its still pronounced Zoingonian)

"Well, If this is it...." Martin said aloud. He bent down and scribbled his name on the treaty.

"That was suprisingly easy," he thought.

"There, it is now done," he said. His first few stressful months over isolation were finally relieved as soon as he lifted his pen off of the paper.

"Sir, your honourable and generous nature precedes you, and is evidently true! I'm sure the paperwork would not be any trouble for your companies. Certainly, reconstruction of the water features, infrastructure, and additions to policing are so desperate it defies belief. Unfortunate, to say the least, but a known side-effect of war."

Perhaps, indeed, some good would come of this.

"Sir, your honourable and generous nature precedes you, and is evidently true! I'm sure the paperwork would not be any trouble for your companies. Certainly, reconstruction of the water features, infrastructure, and additions to policing are so desperate it defies belief. Unfortunate, to say the least, but a known side-effect of war."

Perhaps, indeed, some good would come of this.

"Aye. We shall inform the interested companies as soon as we return to Kartika. The best regards to you, sir."

"Aye. We shall inform the interested companies as soon as we return to Kartika. The best regards to you, sir."

"And to you and your family. May the next time we meet be under better circumstances, and when I am in a better mood! Nonetheless, Her Majesty will be overjoyed to hear that we are still in co-operative spirit! Barronia is indebted to your and your nation, make no mistake, and just repayment will be seen, we are sure."

"And to you and your family. May the next time we meet be under better circumstances, and when I am in a better mood! Nonetheless, Her Majesty will be overjoyed to hear that we are still in co-operative spirit! Barronia is indebted to your and your nation, make no mistake, and just repayment will be seen, we are sure."

"Of course, sir. And the Senate shall be most pleased to hear of your acceptance, as will the firms in question."

The Greal representatives signed the treaty and prepared to leave. Finally it was all over. Will had to prepare for what was waiting for him back in Greal.

Charles signed the document and prepared to head out with his staff. Looking over at the Hegmon it dawned on him out different things were here in the diplomatic world vs the world of just causes he had come from so long ago. He wondered for a second what Mokastana was doing as part of the hegemony, but that was not his question to ask. No doubt back at home the protesters would continue about the Hegemonic withdrawal...

The Leistungi delegation walked over to the piece of parchment and signed their names, nodding at the Hegemon and at the Faxanavian delegation. There was pressing business to attend to in Leistung--while this war was over, a new one seemed to be brewing with Red Tide over the colony of Nobalia...

Striker watched as his allies and dear friends had signed the treaty and as the Barronians, the nation of which Greston hope to be very much like one day, had resigned from LION and left. He was tied between his allies but could only come up with one solution.

"Dearest sirs, peace shall not be met with the Hegemony and the Grestonian Empire. Merely except this as a ceasefire, Mr. Sumguy, for not in a thousand years shall I betray my roots and bend over backwards for the likes of you. As of this moment, I official decree that the Imperial Republic is only under observation status within LION now. May God forgive LION, for if they do not clean they ways I shall not."

The Hegemon watched the Grestonians leave, disappointment evident on his face. He closed his eyes for a moemnt, and opened them again, now with the hint of a mournful smile, looking around as though for the last time. It seemeed to him as thoguh his senses had been heightened to a point he had never before experienced. Every detail of the room, every tiny rustle of the papers on the table as the building's air conditioning system blew air onto them was noticed by the Hegemon as he stood for a moment as one petrified. Memories flashed through his mind, replaying themselves one after another. All of his greatest accomplishments and most crushing defeats were relived in an instant. In his pocket, Lord Sumguy's hand clenched, closing around a small iron cross that he kept with him at all times. "And so it will end, to bring forth a new beginning." He whispered to himself, his comment barely audible to Shmidt and Dench, who were standing by him.

"Truly the advent of peace between our two organizations is a wonderful thing." He said to the room, smiling again. "May it yet last for as long as both do exist. I thank you for your hospitality Mr. Lindon, but I am afraid that it is time we made our exit."

As he finished, he looked up, meeting the gaze of the figure in the rafters.

OOC: @Fax if any part of that post is not acceptable, let me know and i will change it

The loan figure stared down, and felt a shiver pass down his spine as he momentarily met the gaze of Lord Sumguy. Could he know? Could this fiend see him? Know his plan? No. It was impossible. He had work to do. Raising the gun to his eye, he fired two rounds, one penetrating the head of Sergio Lindon, the other entering the chest of Lord Sumguy. Emptying the remaining 6 rounds into the assembled group below, he slotted in a new clip and turned to flee up the ventilation shaft, the way he had come. He would make his through the city, down towards the docks, stow away on a boat, and seek refuge. Perhaps Pan-Arab Barronia, disgusted as they were with the League's actions would give him safety. Garret Linsares paused, momentarily, and looked back at the scene of carnage. It was as it should be.

The first guards burst through the door as Garret's third shot was fired. By the time their guns were unholstered, he was already through the shaft and to freedom. Quickly, two of them checked over Lord Sumguy and Lindon, searching for signs of life. In Lindon, they found none, but Lord Sumguy still seemed conscious, and the guards quickly drew close around him. What had been merely a peace treaty was about to become a political upheaval for two countries, and possibly more.

OOC: The only confirmed casualties are Lindon and LS, but anyone who wishes to have their leader or representative killed/wounded should feel free to do so.

Building after building fell behind the tinted windows, and it seemed the mood that had precipitated the events leading to the assassination of Lord Sumguy had quite cleared, and Prince Ruprecht was smiling amiably as he spoke with the Bishop Throm who, as always seemed brightened in the presence of some terrible atrocity. The limousine purred away as quickly as was polite, with cautious glances always being thrown to the rear for pursuing sirens, or worse, none at all.

“What was the motive do you think?” The Waldenburger party had left the building almost at a run, it was not advisable, after seeing the prime minister of a hostile nation gun down a diplomat to remain stationary.

“Jealousy,” Throm waved his hand airily, “their parliaments approved a surrender, which will shatter the League. They needed one more victory, before the day was over, but now it is and we have one less,” he smiled vaguely, “to deal with later. Could you pass the ice this way again?

A bag was passed over and the bishop pressed it to his hand. Though the bullets were, as was apparent by the carnage, not aimed for the Waldenburgers, one stray shot had caught the Bishop directly in the hand, shattering the fountain pen and quite a few of the finger bones. He had declined medical treatment, as did Prince Ruprecht who had inexplicable and without witness been hit bodily about the head with a heavy walnut chair.

“His Majesty will be most pleased with this,” Ruprecht finally slouched back in his seat and threw off a his cap, “Especially with you Colonel Dench.” He smiled at a silent figure tucked into a corner of the car. “Dench?”

“Hmmm?” his eyes were cast morosely out the window and his fingers aimlessly toyed with something rolling between his hands.

“The Emperor will be very proud with your performance, the ruse, the peace, it all worked perfectly.”

“I suppose it did.” The colonel’s voice was faraway and lacking in any conviction.

“Very brave of you to throw yourself over the Hegemon like that, probably only killed him faster, but I think someone got a picture. It will go down well,; it looks as if you shall be having that promotion after all. What is that thing?” Ruprecht pointed down to a small golden object, which was winding its way through the colonel’s fingers. It stopped suddenly, and disappeared into a pocket.

“Nothing sir. It’s mine.” In all honesty it was the Hegemon’s; when the man had been sprawled out with bullets already working their course, the ring had fallen directly in front of the colonel’s face and some instinct, some impulse had forced him to extend a few fingers and slip the golden ring from the fingers. He was not entirely sure why he had done so, he was not known for his sticky fingers, or indeed after this action ever needed to work or worry about money again, none the less it was nestled in a blood splattered handkerchief. They had spent moments back at the castle as Bad Amberg, and though protocol dictated the colonel have no more intercourse than the occasional boot with the prisoner. However they had spoken on the plane, has spoken with the bishop Throm, he had spoken with for hours, hour after hour in terms which, though not lacking in meaning or direction, seemed so inclusive as to make little sense.

“Yes alright.” Ruprecht nodded slightly and returned to speaking with Throm.

And then there was the issue of his last speech. At the time it had seemed, well overly dramatic, filled with hyperbole and rhetoric, but ultimately understandable. Now though, the words wormed their way deeper, and casual comments dropped over the course of days began to emerge with some importance. “A new beginning,” he mumbled slightly to himself. It drew slightly looks from the others in the car, but a silence returned.

“All in all,” Throm mentioned tentatively, “a satisfactory end to the whole affair.” Rain began to spatter the car’s the windshield as a steady stream began to pelt from the heavens.

OOC: a post RPing the death of LS will be up sometime tonight.

The Kiravians were waiting for their limousine to return when they heard gunshots from inside the building.

Blackfield whipped around, and signalled to the Imperatorial Guardsman.

Now, when world leaders hear gunshot, they should immediately run the other way. But something inside Blackfield told him that he had to be there. He slide his right hand into the pocket of his overcloak, and ran inside, the Guardsman following behind him.

They burst back into the room, and saw the two bodies amidst slowly growing puddles of blood.

The colour drained from Blackfield's already pallid Kiravian complexion.

"By God...He's...They're not..."

The Guradsman stiffened defencively.

"Someone get an ambulance!" ordered the Emperor Regent.

the maldorian delegates hav a heart attack & die


OOC: Good job LION. Thanks for going against the majority of the memberstates' feelings about the conflict. : DDDDDDDDD

Hymn (http://www.rhapsody.com/player?type=track&id=tra.17495085&remote=false&page=&pageregion=&guid=&from=&pcode=rn&hasrhapx=false&__pcode=)

There was no expression of shock on the Hegemon's face as the bullet struck him, peircing his heart, but rather the hint of a smile as his body was jerked backward by the impact. He stood, and inhaled deeply, seeming almost to be savoring his last moments. For a moment he was still, a serene, unmoving figure, as blood quickly stained his clothing. After a moment he sank to his knees, the pain of his wound fully registering as he felt his pulse stop. As his arms hit the floor, a small golden ring fell off one of his fingers, rolling along the ground and stopping next to Dench.

Claxton and Shmidt rushed to the Hegemon, pushing the Faxanavian guards out of their way. As Lord Sumguy's upper body began to fall backwards Claxton caught him, laying the Hegemon gently on the floor. As he did so, an arm shot up, grabbing his collar and pulling the archbishop's head closer.

"Let not the naiton be punished for the actions of a rogue citizen." Lord Sumguy said, smiling weakly. "It would not do to have a war result from my death."

"Of course, my lord." Claxton said, grasping the Hegemon's hand, as the latter's head fell back to the floor.

"Good." Lord Sumguy said in a whisper, "Then it is as it should be." He exhaled, smiling, and closed his eyes. He did not inhale again.

Charles was out the door when the shots when off, the Mokan Foreign Ministry was always worried about gunshots going off. Which when they did things got crazy...

The two men with him drew their JagD .45 pistols and pushed Charles behind them, only to have Charles draw his custom 9mm fully automatic pistol (only 12 shots in the first clip) and they raced back into the building.

Scanning the rooms they looked for guards, down delegates, anyone in need of help...

After hearing gun shots, Will and Raul were hidden by the guards to avoid any bullets, but the gun shooting stopped fairly quickly, and Greal guards went inside, followed by the Greali delegates to see what has happened. Will saw Lord Sumguy on the floor, dead. Oh God. He's....dead. Raul sent the news fiarly quickly to Greal. They would be welcomed by sadness back in Greal. Lord Sumguy was a well respected man.

Office of the Hegemon, Sumguaia:

Mary Basset sighed. Across the large desk of the Hegemon a number of maps had been layed out as she, having been selected by the Hegemon to take over his administrative duties while he was away, and several generals planned military actions should the peace talks fall through. They were interrupted as a young man from the foreign ministry burst into the room.

"A peace deal has been made." He said, gasping for breath, as he had just run from another part of the building. "The Hegemon is dead."

Mary closed her eyes, forcing herself to appear emotionless. There would be time for mourning later, now there was work to do. When she opened them again, everyone in the room was looking at her.

The messenger fidgeted, ahving regained his breath. "Your orders, empress?"

Mary Basset's eyes widened in realization.

Striker had taken his seat and was not all to ready to leave but to sit there silently while the conference carried on and would eventually end. He gazed on earnestly, with little care, towards the signed of the treaty. He may have just as well been had left for all he would witness was some signed and hand shaking. Striker kept a keen view of Lord Sumguy and watched as he slowly turned his head towards the opposite side of the room.

Momentarily the room felt cold, Strikers eyes were trained on Lord Sumguy. But he felt the need to look at Lindon and saw as the man's head blasted apart. Then everything stopped. The room froze, although it really hadn't, it felt so. The second bullet burst into Lord Sumguys chest and he fell backwards. For the quickest of a second light seemed to shine around LS. The room was then crowded with the other delegations screaming frantically.

But Striker couldn't move. He sighed and, while trying to hide, a small tear ran down his cheek.

The ASD'ian delegation had already left and it took a while for the news of the attack to trickle down to their HQ. When it did,though, the reaction was immediate and sever. All Anti-Ballistic Missile systems, anti air and land defense systems came online. Fleets pulled back and began patrolling ASD'ian Waters and the protectorates own in Ralkovia came to full readiness. Reservists went on standby ready to gear up at a moments notice nad across the provinces of Dawoad and canada underground shelters geared up again.

The gunshots rang through the entrance chamber of the building as the Ambassador turned from the Emperor. Ducking low, the Guardsmen turned and instinctively ran back to the room, following the Kiravians in.

Sumguy was stood stock still as the bullet wound made itself evident. The ambassador slowly made his way through the door, staring in a twisted mixture of shock and glee.

The Emperor's call for an ambulance stirred the ambassador back to life. He had no desire to be here, the man deserved neither his time nor his pity.

"Let them take their time. Kill one to save billions - hardly an evil policy. Sergeant, signal the limousine. We're leaving."

The tragic death of the Hegemon seemed to all move in slow motion for Martin, who was just leaving the middle of the chamber right as the shots rang out. He spun around only to find a bullet that went straight through the heart of Lord Sumguy. Rushing back seemed to take forever, and it was too late for anyone to save him.

"Its too late to do anything now....." He told the Emperor of Kirav. "It makes me feel sadned and disgusted at the same time. Here, an innocent leader was shot while in the formality of peace, all the while almost everyone around him was turned against this proposal. And I never knew him....."

----Zoingo----

Living a quiet life in the country was a finishing dream for Roland Massaquine, now former prime minister who retired, he was hearing the news about the peace conference when he got a phone call.

"Hello?" he asked.
"Roland, Its Martin" Martin said on his phone, "The Hegemon has been assasinated."
"I see.......thank you for telling me" and Roland hung up the phone.

He had known the Hegemon ever since the revolution decades ago, before politics, through his election, through many wars; and it had all come down to this, during the most ironic time ever, a peace conference. Roland just sat quietly in reminiscence.....

The tragic death of the Hegemon seemed to all move in slow motion for Martin, who was just leaving the middle of the chamber right as the shots rang out. He spun around only to find a bullet that went straight through the heart of Lord Sumguy. Rushing back seemed to take forever, and it was too late for anyone to save him.

"Its too late to do anything now....." He told the Emperor of Kirav. "It makes me feel sadned and disgusted at the same time. Here, an innocent leader was shot while in the formality of peace, all the while almost everyone around him was turned against this proposal. And I never knew him....."


"Aye," sighed Blackfield sadly, "Nor did I know him. But I did know of him, enough so to be enraged at this cowardly cold-blooded murder."

Perhaps Pan-Arab Barronia, disgusted as they were with the League's actions would give him safety.

OOC: Just seen this - he'd probably be welcomed as a war hero by the government, but would be given a new identity, etc, and a nice big house in the countryside.

"Aye," sighed Blackfield sadly, "Nor did I know him. But I did know of him, enough so to be enraged at this cowardly cold-blooded murder."

"Agreed......." Martin said. "Maybe we should meet under better terms.....away from this sickening place." He stated as he looked at the blood-soaked floor.

"Agreed......." Martin said. "Maybe we should meet under better terms.....away from this sickening place." He stated as he looked at the blood-soaked floor.

"Agreed," replied the Emperor. "You are most welcome to visit Kartika once the fallout from this blows over."

OOC: Hell, Fax, Linsares would be welcomed in Greston, too. Only quite a bit of work would be done to make sure that some Cazelian or something is framed for LS's assassination.