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First Terran Defense Summit

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(OOC, everyone is invited, and I've set it up so that you can already jump in).

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The Federal Republic of Germania

“Amor Patriae"

  • Recipient: The Leaders of Terra
  • Subject: First Terran Defense Summit
  • Origin: Office of the Presidency
  • Prioriy: High

To the leaders of Terra,

I apologize for the abruptness of this message, but I believe that it's necessary that we assemble as soon as possible so that we may discuss recent global events, as listed below;

  • The Germanian Civil War,
  • The proliferation of firearms to uncivilized tribes,
  • The recent Azyrinian military buildup,
  • The Kaas City Conferences,
  • The development and the subsequent testing of weapons of mass destruction in Pandion.

While these events may not necessarily be perceived as immediate threats to the sovereignty of any nations that currently exist on Terra, the fact that these events have transpired is irrefutable and irregardless of the fact that there have been no hostilities between nations to date, something must be done to ensure the continual coexistence shared between us is maintained.

I propose that the First Terran Defense Summit be held in downtown San Salvacion, at the San Salvacion Government Assembly Hall. Because this summoning is urgent, I have already made preparations for the Defense Summit, and the delegates of any and all nations are invited and are encouraged to attend as soon as humanly possible.

The purpose of this assembly is to draft between us a preemptive non-aggression pact, and if possible, an intergovernmental military alliance, as well as the establishment of embassies of any parties that attend.

If you receive this message, and plan to attend, you will be escorted from the San Salvacion International Airport to the Government Assembly Hall. You will be provided with accommodations for as long as required, as will transportation and security, but you are invited to bring your own security detail if necessary.

Sincerely,

Ryan Green

President of the FRG

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President Green sat in his wheelchair, feeling the cold wind as it bit at his nose and ears. He looked to the sky, but couldn't see any aircraft through the gray clouds and the falling snow, though he had been informed that the foreign delegates would begin to arrive soon. Thankfully, he had only been outside for only a couple of seconds, so he wasn't too cold yet.

The current weather was funny, to say the least, but not unusual. While Germania was in the midst of a warm spring, in San Salvacion, it was always winter. The snow would continue to fall until late-spring, maybe even longer, but Green never cared. He had grown up in a small town just outside San Salvacion, which was already deep in the mountains. The ice-capped peaks and the dense forests were his home. The region was naturally beautiful, and was extremely popular with tourists year-round. In the winter, they stayed in the resorts and went skiing. In the summer, they pitched their tents and went hiking.

In the distance, he could hear the roar of engines. A plane was arriving, the first of many Green hoped. A company of soldiers belonging to the First Infantry Regiment, also famously known as the 'Old Guard,' had been assigned to greet the delegates.

"Kompanie, stillgestanden!" the Captain of the Guard shouted.

Immediately, the Old Guard snapped to attention. Green himself, being a Sergeant First Class until just recently, was tempted to follow the order, but rememberd he was now the President, and not an enlisted soldier. On top of that, he was in a wheelchair. Regrettably, he would be crippled for his first impression on the foreign leaders and delegates, but he didn't regret his decision. He had sacrificed his legs in the line of duty, and besides, he was already beginning to regain feeling in his feet. Well, at least he had been, before getting out into this miserable snow storm.

At the far end of the runway, Green could barely see a large private plane landing. Turning to Vice President Diedrich Bach, he grinned.

"Sind Sie bereit?" he asked.

Bach frowned. "Yes, and I hope you don't intend to speak Germanian the entire time."

"Ach, nein." Green replied. "I just like it that way."

"I'm sure they would too." Bach retorted sarcastically. "This may be our homeland, but show some respect. Trust me, I've been doing this much longer."

"I'm aware of that." Green snapped. "I know I said be honest with me because I'm new at this, but I'm just joking."

Shaking his head, Bach tried to remain calm. "And you're still only twenty-four years old." Turning away, he pointed to the runway. "Get ready. Whoever that is, they'll be out here in just a minute."

Edited by Germania

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Chairman Kennedy arrived in the Blue Box, his affectionate name for the double-decked, secure aeroplane that transports him around the world. He came with a minimal staff for the actual Summit, but with a fully-staffed plane for realtime updates from Pandion and continued relatively close contact with his person. Only two people would accompany him off the plane, and only one would come to the summit with him.

He descended onto the tarmac with the same shapely young woman that had accompanied him to the nuclear test only one day ago. His black hawksuit, complete with feather, was contrasted sharply by the almost polar-bearified young woman, who seemed wholly too prepared for the cold weather. Trailing behind them was a single security fellow who carried their two suitcases.

He walked briskly toward the two figures, who he knew as their President and Vice President, and stopped a respectable distance away. "Hallo! Habe ich das richtig gesagt?" He grinned at his hopefully correct greeting to the two men before him, and held out his arms in a gesture of innocence. "I'm afraid as a man of knowledge I know many languages, but Germanian is one not high on my priority list." He looked around to his accompanied young woman and raised a finger.

"Ah, yes, a proper introduction. I am Chairman Kennedy, you are President Green, and this fellow is Vice President Bach. And in return, my lovely taskgirl, Rose. I'm pleased to finally meet you all, of course." He added rather hurriedly, as if he realized he was being quite unprofessional. Rose adjusted her glasses and smiled self-consciously.

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Heir apparent to the throne of the Duchy of Verina, Werner Augustus von Verina III would attend the conference, not that the Duchy had any intention of signing the sort of entangled treaty, the likes of what the Germanians wanted, but rather out of curiosity that a nation so far away spoke the same language as the Verinans, though not the same dialect. August, as he was known to close friends, and by the Marquess of Sarad or Lord Verina to others, flew with only a small staff from the Chancellor’s office. For, while the Duke had great popularity and influence, he truly wielded very little political power anymore. Stepping off his small jet, dressed in the traditional diplomatic ceremonial uniform of the court, complete with gold etched sheathed sabre Augusts would move to greet his hosts and his fellow invitees. The Chancellor's staff, dressed in the more modern business suit, tie, and hat would wait until the Marquess completed his greetings before likewise greeting their peers in the staffs.

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This is a really good story.. Are you a writer?(:

I wish, but thank you for the compliment. :lol: However, this is an In-Context forum, please refrain from making Out-Of-Context posts. Thanks!

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Vice President Bach leaned forward slightly. "That's Chairman Kennedy, of Pandion, and his assistant Rose, though I'm not quite sure who the fellow behind them is."

President Green smiled, ignoring Bach. He had done his research, but he wasn't unappreciative.

Chairman Kennedy wore a suit clad in feathers, which Green eyed closely. He had never seen such clothes before, but who was he to judge another person's culture? He had to admit, it looked pretty cool, none the less. However, Kennedy appeared to be freezing, unlike his assistant Rose, who had dressed more appropriately for the weather. The man following them wore a simple suit, but he looked fairly warm.

"Hallo! Habe ich das richtig gesagt?" Chairman Kennedy inquired, stopping only a short distance from Green and Bach. " "I'm afraid as a man of knowledge I know many languages, but Germanian is one not high on my priority list."

Green took this in, smiling. Kennedy had made an honest attempt at speaking Germanian.

"Ah, yes, a proper introduction. I am Chairman Kennedy, you are President Green, and this fellow is Vice President Bach. And in return, my lovely taskgirl, Rose. I'm pleased to finally meet you all, of course." Kennedy continued, hurriedly. But, Green couldn't blame him, the cold was beginning to become unbearable.

Maintaining his smile, Green responded. "Willkommen in Germania! That wasn't quite right, but you did fairly well for someone who I assume just tried speaking Germanian for the first time," he laughed. "And don't apologize," he continued. "I understand."

Green reached down to the rear wheels and turned them so as to approach Kennedy and Rose, but struggled hopelessly in the snow, which was embarrassing enough. However, Bach took the chair by the handles and the two approached their guests.

Shaking his head, Green attempted an explanation. "You'll have to excuse me. I was hospitalized not long ago, and I still have problems with this chair." Clearing his throat, he looked up at Kennedy and offered his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Chairman Kennedy. Though, I must apologize for the weather. I hadn't expected it to be so dull today."

Green had noticed that Kennedy was freezing, and he didn't wish to delay him for much longer. However, his plane had since been taxied off the runway, and another was already landing. Recognizing the model, he turned towards Bach.

"And aboard that plane would be Marquess Werner Augustus von Verina III, correct?"

"Correct." came the response. "They speak Verinanen, which is more or less identical to Südfränkisch, the same dialect you speak. You should have little difficulty communicating with them."

"I wonder why that is," Green pondered. "Who knows, maybe Verina and Germania were somehow related before the Great War. Maybe we'll find out one day."

A few silent moments passed before the small plane came to a stop. Examining the plane, Green suddenly came to the realization that the Old Guard had not left the position of attention. He felt sorry for them, but it was their job.

As Marquess Werner Augustus von Verina III stepped off his plane, followed closely by his staff, Green sat up straight and smiled, waiting for them to approach.

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A small, by comparison standards, Learjet 85, painted in the the official Navy Blue and Yellows of the Nation of Solopis, flew in a holding pattern over the tarmac of Germania. The Captain had informed Minister James of the delay due to adverse weather condition and large influx of dignitaries.

'Not surprising,' the Minister thought to himself, 'very few nations even have the capability to hold such a summit, much less do it in such conditions.'

A thin man, dressed in his typical black pants, shirt, and vest, highlighted by a opalescent white tie. A Navy Blue cloak, coping the colors of his nations, sat at his side, one he often wore during his own nations winter months.

Only two aides flew with the minister, each currently babbling on about nations power/economy/government structure. Minister James took a sip from his glass of scotch and waved them off. They had been over the information hundreds of times on the way to the summit. The aides would not accompany him to the actually summit and only here on the insistence of his Director of Information.

The Minister was not very interested in the summit itself. The issue at hand were hardly concerning for him, both in terms of severity and location. But he was intrigued by the new leader of Germania. A young man, nearly crippled by service in the military, Green had advanced to a very powerful position very quickly. From what his sources could gather, Green was an idealistic man who truly wanted the best for his country. However, the Minister recalling his own youthful days, was concerned over the ease at which someone so young can still be manipulated by the older more experience generation.

The captains voice broke the Ministers train of thought, 'We have been cleared for landing, please secure all items and fasten seat belts as we prepare for landing"

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Over the horizon came a single QTR, it's sleek design and stealth black coating giving it a somewhat sinister appearance. Near the rear of the fuselage was the monogram of the princess of the Matrarchy, arriving at the first great meeting of the minds. Eureka wouldn't have considered bringing a third of the palace defense corps with her, but the foolish old men who advise her insisted on it. She felt it wasn't so much about protecting her neck as their own. Of course, things would run smoothly so long as her medication lasted the duration of the conference. The trappar in the Germanian region would be thin. It would be difficult to focus, and she may even have to fly in additional delegates to take her place as she rested. Dewey had volunteered.

The pilot crackled over the intercom, "5 to show time."

Show time. That was what the press had perceived it as. Just a farce, which would degrade to heated words, and soon there would be border skirmishes everywhere. Eureka was determined to avoid that at all costs.

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(what is OOC?)

A sky blue and white luxury jet circled over the Germainian airstrip. It was flanked by four jet black planes flying in flawless formation on all sides of it. The black planes had an unmistakable insignia on their tails. These planes belonged to the legendary fighter squadron, the "Ghosts of Razgriz". The Germainian air traffic controllers spotted the blue and white Osean flag on the luxury jet and its escorts, and immediately gave the luxury jet clearance to land. As it coasted in for landing, the Ghosts of Razgriz did a flyby, saluting the Osean leader as they departed for Osea.

The Prime Minister stepped off of his jet, flanked by security in crisp black suits. He walked with the Germainian ambassadors, letting his translator do most of the talking. He was not fluent in the native language. As he walked, he straightened his tie-blue and white with his state flag emblazoned on it- as he met with the Germanian leader. As he saw the President, he put out his hand to shake.

Edited by King Steve VII

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The Deputy Foreign Minister stepped off the plane and eyed the President in the wheelchair. Although generally not tolerant of cripples, he had heard it was related to his military service. The Minister shook the Presidents hand and said "Hello Mr. President, regrettably, both the Archon and the Foreign Minister are unable to attend, but I represent the Dominate at this summit."

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(OOC, sorry that this post is lacking, I'm just trying to speed this up :P).

President Green leaned towards Vice President Bach and whispered quietly. "I think it might be a good idea to have the drivers take our guests the long way to the hotel, you know, the scenic route."

Bach frowned. "The route we discussed earlier?"

"Yes. Let's leave them with an impression they won't forget, to give them something to think about."

Bach turned towards the guests, who were waiting patiently. "I personally don't like it, but, it can't hurt. I'll let the drivers know."

Green nodded, and watched as the Verinanen private jet was taxied off the runway. The snow was beginning to let up, but it didn't necessarily mean that the day would get any better. Snow storms were usually shadowed by snow storms.

Bach approached Green, and together, they watched Chairman Kennedy and Marquess Werner Augustus von Verina III, along with their respective staffs, drive off and out of view. The route they would be taking wouldn't necessarily be 'scenic,' not entirely. First, they would be driven through one of the old districts, all of which were much older than most people could recall. Some of the old districts were remnants of pre-war Germania, before the Great War had left the world in ruins. How they had survived is unknown, but they're there. Afterwards, they would be driven through one of the many quarantined zones, areas that had been utterly destroyed in the Germanian Civil War.

The purpose of the Defense Summit was to maintain peace. Green believed that it would take forcing his guests to witness the true destruction of war for them to fully understand. They were visiting a country that had been all but wiped off the face of Terra in a struggle for freedom, and he had decided that Germania would be their reminder that the world is not safe, and never will be safe.

"Think we're doing the right thing?" Green asked, looking down between his feet.

"We are doing the right thing. Remember your family, Green, they would want this." Bach offered.

Green smiled. "Maybe. No time to remember now, look." he said, pointing at the runway. Another plane had landed. "That would be the delegate from Solopis, I presume."

"You would be correct. And, if I'm right, he is.... Minister James."

Rubbing his fingers together, trying to summon forth warmth, Green laughed. "There are far more delegates attending than I had originally imagined! This is wonderful."

In a few short minutes, Minister James and his staff stepped onto the tarmac, and began to approach Green. After the initial introductions and small talk, Minister James was escorted to his limousine, and driven off. He too would take the scenic route.

Shortly after, Princess Eureka of the Matriarchy had arrived. As her plane came to a stop on the runway, another company belonging to the Old Guard had arrived, and were preparing to relieve the current guard. However, they would wait until Princess Eureka and her staff had left.

Green waited patiently, watching as half an army of military personnel filed down the stairs and onto the tarmac before Princess Eureka herself appeared. Green shivered and sat up straight, caught off-guard by her beauty, despite the fact that she was bundled as tightly as possible in a large winter coat.

"Wow." he muttered.

"Green." Bach snapped, shooting him an icy look.

Right. Official business only, Green thought to himself. "I apologize. I forget myself sometimes."

As Princess Eureka approached him, he straightened out his suit and smiled. Her appearance aside, he had especially hoped that Eureka would attend, given the fact that the Matriarchy was relatively close nearby. He took her hand, and shook it firmly.

"Welcome to Germania, Princess Eureka," he started. "I'm President Green, and this is Vice President Bach. It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"Thank you, President Green. It's an honor to be here." she replied, with a defeating smile.

Green forgot his manners and shrugged. "Regrettably, she isn't much to look at anymore," he started, referring to his home country. "But, I hope you enjoy your stay. Bach will escort you to your limousine, and we've already arranged for your security detail to be transported as well."

Smiling, Eureka left Green and entered her limousine. He hadn't necessarily been paying attention, but he overheard a few words exchanged between Bach and Eureka, though he was unable to make any of the words out.

"What did you say to her?" he asked as Bach returned. "Just out of curiosity."

"I apologized for your behavior, Mr. President." Bach replied, frowning once more. "Don't act like that again."

Green conceded with a sigh. "You're right."

As Eureka was driven off, the Old Guard was relieved and another company had taken their place. The Captain of the Guard was shouting orders, but Green wasn't paying attention to him. What had caught his attention, however, was the formation of fighter jets over the airport.

"Who authorized foreign fighters in our airspace?" he asked, but not defensively so. "Right. Nearly forgot, this had already been cleared..."

Green didn't have to wait long before he spotted the Prime Minister of Osea on the tarmac, but was greeted first by a translator. The man began to speak, but Green could only laugh.

"Relax, relax. We all speak the same tongue, there's no need for you to strain yourself translating!" he joked, offering his hand to the translator first. "Sorry, I don't mean to be rude. Welcome to Germania!" he exclaimed, shaking the hand of the translator first, and then the Prime Minister. "My name is President Green, and this-" he said, turning towards Bach, "is Vice President Bach. He'll escort you to your limousine."

Before Green knew it, the Deputy Foreign Minister of the Dominate had arrived, and was approaching him. Already, Green could feel the man's cold eyes on him, and knew that he was being examined from top to bottom. The man stood before Green, and shook his hand.

"Hello Mr. President, regrettably, both the Archon and the Foreign Minister are unable to attend, but I represent the Dominate at this summit."

Green offered a challenging smile. The Deputy Foreign Minister meant business. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and welcome to Germania. I see you've noticed my disability, but it's only temporarily. Spinal injury, received in combat."

"I see," came the response. "If you don't mind, how did it happen?"

Green shook his head, as that was a sensitive subject. "That's a story for another day. Now, we need to get you to your limousine. It's cold out here, and I'd hate to keep you waiting much longer."

As with the rest, this diplomat would be taken along the scenic route. Green smiled. "I wonder what they'll think of us after that." he asked, turning towards Bach. "I mean, I almost died out there in those ruins. Maybe if they could just see what a real struggle looks like, what real hatred and suffering looks like..." he explained.

Bach, having nothing to say to solace Green, only shrugged and gently shook his shoulder.

Edited by Germania

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The Prime Minister Pleasant looked out the limo window at the utter destruction around him. With the light snow falling, he couldn't help remembering the stories of his own country's revolution, approaching on 45 years ago now. He was just 25, but remembered the rebuilding efforts vividly. The snowy destruction here was in stark contrast to his own country's warm climate and sandy beaches, amid the sleek buildings of Oured and the homey, quiet buildings of Wesson.

He knew why the President sent them through this place, and he also knew that his view of war would not change. If it can be avoided, then that is preferred, but if his people need it, war shall exist, regardless of what the other countries at this council thought.

The limo pulled up to the building they were meeting at. The Prime Minister stepped out of the limo and into the elements. His personal guard followed him, and stood next to him as he, out of politeness, stood outside of the building, waiting silently, hands in pockets, the look on his face as cold as the falling snow.

Edited by King Steve VII

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As the Deputy Foreign Minister stepped out of the car, his cell phone rang, even over the freezing, howling wind. He answered, listened, and was silent for a long time. He said finally, "You know this doesn't make my job any easier, excellency?" "Yes, we've just arrived." "He's here." "Yes their Prime Minister's here also." "I'll take care of it, excellency." "Bye."

He hung up. The Minister wasn't sure what would become of this summit, but things were now moving quickly. He looked around at the surrounding delegates.

He needed to speak to the Osean Leader.

Edited by Beauregard

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The Osean Prime Minister saw a well-built man, looking around his age, stride towards him, the same man he saw talking on a cell phone a minute earlier. The man had an unmistakable air of both arrogance and confidence, and air familiar to only one people-those of the Dominate. He figured that this was the man that he was briefed about-the Deputy Foreign Minister. His guards immediately drew to a sharp state of readiness, not in a threatening pose, but in a slightly more alert one. The Prime Minister offered his hand to shake.

As the Deputy Minister shook it, he said, "Hello, mister Prime Minister, I represent the Dominate, in place of my superiors, who are regrettably unable to attend."

Prime Minister Pleasant replied "Hello there Deputy Minister, I assume you have a reason to be speaking to me right now? I know men from your area don't do much without a purpose"

He saw a flicker of respect flash through the Minister's dark eyes. Pleasant had been through that area of the world before, he knew how to act around these men. They were no-nonsense men, especially those holding a higher office. He had also read his intelligence brief on this man. He knew that the Minister was ambitious, and ambitious men don't beat around the bush.

"Actually," replied the Deputy Minister, "I have pressing matters I must speak to you about. Privately, I hope you understand."

The Osean Minister figured as much. He dismissed his guard with a few quiet words.

"Of course" He replied.

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The snow storm was beginning to abate, although still quite cold outside. "One minute until landing," said the pilot. The Minister of Intelligence looked up from the report he was reading and thought to himself, why did I get picked for this summit? But of course, he knew why. It appeared from his intelligence report http://forum.project...l-news-network/ that the nations of Pandion and Dromund Kaas would soon be going to war, and that this conference would be a waste of time. But as New Imperium's Minister of Intelligence, it is his duty to serve as government. Besides, with war looming it would be his job to find out military strengths of the various nations that inhabited this world.

The plane lurched as it landed on the airfield.Oh well, at least he would get to meet Ryan Green, someone who nearly had the same name as him. Since his name was Ryan Greene, and he could only imagine the jokes that were being made of that similarity. The plane came to stop on the airfield, and outside a small window he could see a honor guard approach the plane.

Edited by Lord Michael

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“Thank you Prime Minister. This…unfortunate situation regarding Pandion is deteriorating quickly. You may have heard about Dromund Kass beginning mobilization and our own nation will be following suit soon enough. We understand it, that one of the dummy missiles may have flown too close for comfort in the sea of Osea? If…concerned nations like the Dominate were to take action- not outright war of course, but something that points out these people that the world won’t tolerate them playing the bully and succeed, could we perhaps count on Osea’s support?"

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The Prime Minister was slightly taken aback. He did not show it, but was deep in thought.

"Depending on the action, you can count on Osea's support. However, as you know, many nations of Terra have bumped into, say, unforeseen issues regarding their state of overall military readiness, and I regret to inform you that Osea is one of the counties suffering from said difficulties. We still have a sizable force, but it is not at it's peak. We hope to get these issues resolved as close as possible, but I cannot give you a concrete date at which Osea will be at full readiness once more."

Edited by King Steve VII

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Zacharias J. Karras,Deputy Foreign Minister of Grecovia,frustrated from the Terran Summit's outcome called his Prime Minister to report what happened in the Summit.

-Deputy Foreign Minister Zac Karras here.The First Terran Defense Summit wasn't exactly "successful".

-So,you are trying to tell me that,war is rising in Terra?

-It sure looks like this.

-Ok,Deputy Minister,we 'll talk later.

Grecovian Prime Minister Gregory Crusader quickly made a top secret call from the "red phone" in his office.The call was answered almost immediately.As someone was waiting for it.

-It 's me,Greg.Professor Lucas,is that you?

-Yes,sir answered an old,hoarse voice

-Go on with the project,and hurry up.We are running out of time.

-Sir,what about the extra funds I requested?

-You will get them Professor,you will get them...

What the Prime Minister is up to...No one knows...

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OOC, I've been busy, so I haven't been able to respond, but the Summit is still going on.

Expect a reply in a few hours when I get back from work. I'll just edit out this OOC and make it an IC post.

Sorry for the entirely OOC post, but this is the easiest way for everyone to see that this isn't dead.

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Reserved. There, now I have motivation to post later. Expect an edit following Germania.

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OOC, sorry everyone. I've been busier than a crack******** working her corner.

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President Green sat in his wheelchair, looking to the sky as the clouds parted for but a brief moment. The skies above were a piercing blue, calm and still. He imagined fighter jets, twisting through the clouds in a delicate dance of death. He was remembering back on that fateful day, when the civil war ended...

"Mr. President, we should be leaving now."

Green snapped back to reality and turned towards Bach. "I lose myself sometimes. It's been hard on me. I don't suppose any more delegates will be arriving?"

"No. It's time we attend the summit." Bach explained. "They've been waiting on us."

"They were comfortable. We've been standing in the cold." Green laughed.

As Bach helped Green towards his own limo, far less luxurious than the delegate's limousines by any standards, Green smiled. "Someone asked me earlier why I wanted this to be my transportation. Do you know why, Bach?"

"No, Green. It's... A little messy. Why?"

"Why would I allow myself such pleasantries when my own people deserve it more, when my own people are starving and don't have roofs over their heads? You know, I've considered demolishing the Executive Office so that people could use the material to build their own homes."

"Your office is the symbol of San Salvacion." Bach snapped. "It's been there for centuries!"

Green frowned, but quickly turned it into a sly smile. "It's also a symbol of tyranny, Bach. This isn't that Germania anymore."

The ride to the Government Assembly Hall was quiet, to say the least. Green had opted to take the 'scenic route' as well, and even though he fully understood what his people were going through, he wanted to see it. He wanted to feel it.

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OCC: I'm going to speed this topic up to prevent it from dieing.

After spending fifteen minutes driving through the destroyed city, they arrived at the Government Assembly Hall. Ryan Greene, the Minister of Intelligence of New Imperium and its representative at the summit, stepped out of his limo. He looked around the building and thought it was a pretty nice, especially considering all the time he had spent looking at the mountains of rubble. Ryan Greene was the last of the representatives and began walking towards the Government Assembly Hall.

After walking to the entrance and taking a couple turns through the hallways, Ryan Greene entered a room that was sparsely decorated and had a wooden semicircular table. This table had chairs and flags of the many different nations attending this summit spaced equidistant from each other. Some of the other representatives had already taken their seats at this table and Ryan Greene walked over to do the same.

As he looked around the room, Ryan Greene saw a Germanian security guard briskly walked up to a small, nervous man in a suit. The security guard whispered something to this man then quickly left. This news apparently made this man even more nervous, as he took a handkerchief out from his pocket and began dabbing sweat off his forehead.

The man advanced slowly towards the table of mostly seated representatives and said, "President Green and Vice President Bach will be delayed for a few minutes. We are truly sorry about this inconvenience."

Ryan Greene looked as a small man hurriedly left and knew that man truly meant those words, unlike most politicians. But gathering from his years of experience as an intelligence officer and meeting with politicians, Ryan Greene knew that President Green and Vice President Bach would be more than a few minutes late.

Seizing this opportunity, Ryan Greene rose from his chair and cleared his throat. "Respected representatives, may I have your attention. This summit has been called because of the many threats we face in this world. And even if all these threats are resolved at this summit, we will no doubt have to return for another summit due to the dangerous world we live in. Therefore, I believe that we, sovereign and independent nations of the world, need to create a permanent international body. One that will allow sovereign and dependent nations to solve problems and pass international resolutions. This international body, or International Security Council, if you will, will allow international crisis to be solved peacefully and yet, give all nations a chance to voice their opinions."

" I believe that you, the respected representatives of your sovereign nations, also believe as I do. And if willing, I will explain how said counsel would work."

Edited by Lord Michael

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Eureka sat straight in her transport. She couldn't help but to gaze at the broken side of the city. It disturbed her deeply as it reminded her of Warsaw in her homeland. It was there that a scub burst killed Gonzi, her father. This grim reminder, and the freezing temperatures outside, chilled her to the bone. Scubs are only active for 1241 seconds, but it's more than enough time to reek havoc, and destroy families. But there would be a time and place to think about that. Now the assembly building was coming into view over the next hill.

Stiriding in the door, she checked her coat in the door and made her way to the nearest powder room. She emerged a few minutes later in a much more comfortable dress, fitting of a princess. Simple, white, and embroidered around the skirt. More important than the comfort and beauty of the dress, it allowed her Coralian heritage to become blatantly obvious. If she couldn't keep them in check with moxie having big green wings might help.

Entering the chamber she saw just about everyone except for Greene. 'Poor etiquitte,' she thought to herself grimacing.

(more to come soon)

Edited by Nirvash

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The Grecovian Deputy Foreign Minister Zac Karras was the representative of Grecovian government in the Summit.A middle aged man,short,and smart.A great compromiser.And a true believer of peace.After Ryan Greene's proposal,he was very happy to see that not every hope for peace was abandoned.He was instructed to attend the Summit,rather than participate to it,by the Prime Minister,but he believed Greene's proposal was a great chance.So,he stepped up to have a quick chat with Ryan Greene.

-As the Grecovian representative,I would like to salute your proposal for an international Security council.My name Zacharias Karras,Deputy Foreign minister of the Republic of Grecovia.Pleased to meet you,sir.

-Pleased to meet you as well, replied Greene.

They continued their chat,during the Summit,about how such a Security Council was possible to happen

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The Dominate's representative watched the scene with the security officer and the suit with cold eyes and an emotionless face. He mentally rolled his eyes at the suited man's complete lack of self control. The Deputy Foreign Minister suspected something was up.

"President Green and Vice President Bach will be delayed for a few minutes. We are truly sorry about this inconvenience."

The Minister's eyes narrowed slightly. The man who just stood up had the look of a spook, or a former one at least. A flash of paranoia hit the Minister. No, they wouldn't dare, he assured himself. Then again, no one expected Pandion to start throwing nukes around either. Still, the absence of this nation's leaders warranted attention. He looked around the room, gauging their reactions.

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The Osean Prime Minister sat in his chair, sober look upon his face. He saw the scene, but was not worried. President Greene did not seem like the type to simultaneously declare war on 10 different nations by trying to pull something on thier leaders at a defense summit. So he simply sat there, surveying other delegates' reactions, waiting for Greene to initiate talks.

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The Marquess of Sarad spoke into his microphone, "So long as everyone does not mind, I think it best if we wait for our host to arrive before beginning any discussions."

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