Nothing Is Really Over, Is It?

After a long night of drinking each other under the table, Alexander and Hjalmar returned to their room, only to find a sealed letter inviting them to another meeting tomorrow. Hastily and drunkenly, Alexander texted  his father to tell him that he and Hjalmar would be staying another day in Sani Bursil. With that done, the two fell into a drunken sleep.

Waking up with raging hangovers, the pair had a hearty breakfast before departing for Kenobi Tower. Quickly, Hjalmar and Alexander walked into the meeting room after stepping off the elevator and took their seats.

Streets of Sani Bursil - 10 July 2020

Despite their relative lack of involvement with the actual talks regarding Puntalia the East Cerdan delegation and Minister of Foreign Affairs still considered it an important occasion to have been in attendance. Following the end and signing of the compromise agreement the East Cerdan delegation quietly slipped out of the hall and started making their way back to their hotel, chatting quietly amongst themselves as they walked the short distance.

As they rounded a corner, a strange suited individual walked up to them, holding out a small note to the Minister for Foreign Affairs, Sebastian Glockner and staring him in the eyes.

“I have a letter for you, Mister… Glockner?” the suited man spoke in a stilted, awkward voice.

Glockner took the note carefully from the mans hand, putting it into his pocket before nodding in response. “And you might be?” he asked politely, although visually unnerved

“That’s none of your concern sir. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to return some videotapes” the man replied before walking off briskly into a large crowded marketplace nearby, the delegation confused and taken aback for a few moments before they continued on much more slowly and carefully. Entering the hotel they quickly went to their rooms and awaited word from Glockner as the contents of the letter.

After reading the letter, and a still a little unnerved about the nature of it’s rather shady delivery. He called each of his delegates one by one and gave them the same brief message.

“Come to my room as soon as possible. We will not be leaving tonight as scheduled, travel arrangements have been altered.” he spoke to each of them, and as they arrived in his room one by one he waited patiently until everyone was accounted for before giving them the proper, in person briefing and informing them of their unscheduled meeting in Kenobi Tower the following morning.

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Kenobi Tower, 9th Floor - 11 July 2020

Arriving in the board room after making their way through the tower the delegation nodded politely towards Barvata and the Osterlischan Delegation as they moved to their table. Glockner taking his seat at the East Cerdan table, a placard reading “CERDANI DEM. REPUBLIC” at the front of the table and a piece of paper neatly sitting in the middle. Taking out his personal pen and placing it down next to the paper Glockner moved his seat forward slightly and glanced over at the various nations and delegations present, one of his aides scribbling down a few things on his notepad while the rest of the East Cerdan delegation sat back and talked quietly to the other delegations next to them.

Prince Justin Jung was accompanying Brendon Briggs, Director of Foreign Affairs & Diplomacy, on a diplomatic outing as part of his training as the future Emperor of Peregrinia. Justin was mostly the lead during negotiations and as they were preparing to leave they had an unforeseen invitation that had not been expected. Brendon had mentioned that it was a little odd since it was not on the schedule and would throw off their return schedule but not uncommon for unexpected meetings to happen.

As they entered the meeting room, they greeted various dignitaries they had met the day before, as they made the way to their directed seats. But when they arrived to where they had been directed an oversight was only one seat had been prepared. The Prince instinctively spoke to Brendon in their native language but not in a whisper, “Λɒs thιs ɒ mιstɒϰɒε, υoφ thιnϰɒ?”

Brendon leaned in “No, sιmplε mιstɒϰεε, ɒnd Ⲕⲉodεξιɒn λhεn ɒδoφnd hφmɒn,” he said before switching to Codexian, “I don’t mind having a seat somewhere your highness. No worries at all. In the future you will attend these events on your own.”

“I don’t disagree but that’s disrespectful as you are the senior diplomat of Peregrinia. You speak with the authority of Jεong,” the Prince said much louder than he should have which caused Brendon to cringe as all eyes were now on them."

When all of the dignitaries arrived, Barvata looked to them all and stood up, coughing to announce his speech.

“Welcome to this summit ladies and gentlemen. First and foremost, please feel accommodated with jugs of water in the center,” he paused as some dignitaries moved to fill their half pint glasses from the patterned glass jugs.

“We convene today under unfortunate circumstances, we live in an unprecedented and unforgiving world where politics and military intertwine constantly. We live in an unpredictable world, and one great example of this is the Rufuinan takeover of the Puntalian government with the help of the Puntalian military to rid of a so called communist plot. Opinions of this intervention will vary at every home; some people will believe it was justified and some may not. After we all signed the Puntalian Compromise Treaty at the previous Sani Bursil Summit we agreed on a compromise, a compromise that whilst it may not have been what some nations wanted it was what we could all come to agree on despite the situation, the situation which had it of not been addressed would have led to unwanted bloodshed. Today, a day after, I have invited select nations and the Puntalian Corporation Council to discuss and ratify a new treaty, a treaty that will be titled the ‘Rufuinan Retaliation Pact’. Based on the title of the proposed treaty and with the members present at this conference table it will be clear what lies inside the copies that will be handed out in a moment. This treaty has all nations in mind despite ideology, which could not be expressed in yesterday’s summit based on the set of circumstances. Today we stand together as men and women in solidarity against Rufuinan aggression to make President Hanlon understand we will put him in his place if it is necessary.” Barvata finishes his long string of sentences by sipping on his glass of water to clear his throat. Riannar Karmer walks around the room handing out copies of the treaty for all dignitaries to carefully read over and discuss.

[spoiler]BE IT ENACTED BY MEMBERS OF THE SANI BURSIL SUMMIT

SECTION I: CITATION

…1.1 This legal binding document shall be known as the “Rufuina Retaliation Pact”.

SECTION II: DEFINITIONS

…2.1.1 For the purpose of this act, the “Coalition” refers to the collected nations that have ratified the terms of This Charter: None as of yet

……2.1.2 “Aggression” is hereby defined as any action that can be interpreted to be belligerent towards another nation, up to and including invading or militarily or financially backing a coup in another country.

SECTION III: ACTION

…3.1.1 Respecting the defining connotations of the Puntalian Compromise Treaty, the Arcturian Retaliation Pact shall serve as a defensive pact;

……3.1.2 The pact shall seek to prevent hostilities from Rufuina towards signatory states by force.

…3.2.1 Signatory states shall share intelligence regarding Rufuina among one another.

……3.2.2 In the event that Rufuina breaks the Puntalian Compromise Treaty or the sovereignty of signatory states as defined in SECTION II: DEFINITIONS, the Coalition shall share intelligence with the Puntalian Cooperation Council.

……3.2.3 Garrisons, naval bases and airfields in South Peragen, Lokania, New Calth, Osterlicsh and Sokala shall be shared at the discretion of the said government. Furthermore; the Coalition shall be granted access to sovereign territorial waters within the signatory states surrounding Rufuina.

……3.2.4 The Coalition shall retaliate to Rufuinan presence in their territorial waters with soft force, however; the Coalition may use hard force to remove a Rufuinan military presence in their territorial waters if the presence persists.

……3.2.5 The Coalition shall act with hard force to retaliate against unjustified Rufuinan aggression against Coalition states within their borders and immediately notify the Puntalian Cooperation Council of Rufuinan foul play;

……3.2.6 If Rufuina invades a Coalition Member not defined in clause 3.1.11 of the Puntalian Compromise Treaty, Arcturian Retaliation Pact notification to the Puntalian Cooperation Council is not necessary.

SECTION IV: ENFORCEMENT

…4.1.1 To enforce the clauses in the act, signatory states will immediately seek to assemble for a summit if aggression from Rufuina occurs.

……4.1.2 Signatory states will be obliged to provide support to defend the sovereignty of any member state that is the victim of Rufuinan aggression.

……4.1.3 The Puntalian Cooperation Council shall oversee all meetings and summits this Coalition shall hold.

……4.1.4 The Puntalian Cooperation Council shall be informed of all intelligence regarding Rufuina in good faith.

……4.1.5 If Rufuinan aggression begins, the Coalition will fully cooperate with the Puntalian Cooperation Council.

…4.2.1 To respect the Puntalian Compromise Treaty, signatory states will not enact hostilities towards Rufuina during peacetime.
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Ronald Stemmler, of the Osterlicshian delegation, slowly smirks, leaning back in his seat as the various delegations chattered and discussed the handouts. Having been involved in its orchestration, he knew the contents. The Chairman of State glances around the room from the corners of his eyes, evaluating the reaction of the room.

The tall, slim, leader rises from his chair, speaking loudly to cut through the conversation. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” Ronald opens, speaking an Osterlicshian dialect of Ethalric, before switching to an accented Staynish, “If I may Herr Barvata?” He offers a symbolic request of permission to the summit leader, but barely awaits a response.

"This coalition is not about the security of my nation. Or that of my good friends in Sokala, Lokiana, or indeed many of the self-governing nations surrounding this so-called Rufuina. No.

This coalition is about sovereignty. Something that - as international leaders - legitimises the existence of not just our government and power, but our very way of life. Think of what would happen to your homelands should an enemy, whom does not listen to reason, decimated your way of life. Executed your citizens. Burned your places of sanctity to the ground." Ronald pauses for a brief moment, sipping on the customary water and letting a few moments of silence speak for themselves, encouraging leaders to imagine his bold statements.

“Many of you here live in regions which, should war break out, it may well be with a reasonable enemy. But unfortunately many of the South Arcturian nations are not that lucky. Border disputes, embargoes, skirmishes, and war offer no comparison to the physical, social and psychological warfare so-called Rufuina attempts to spread.” Stemmler takes another brief pause, looking about the room.

“So-called Rufuina has occupied the former Wolfen Republic for a little over seven months, and yet is prepared to engage in direct conflict with a nation as stable as Puntalia. For what? To control ideology. To prevent the Puntalian people the right to choose their government.” Ronald smirks for a moment, “Now, I understand that as a single-party state perhaps democratic principles are not my best argument - but the Osterlicshian people chose their governance through revolution.” Perhaps a little off piece, Ronald clears his throat and summarises.

“Ultimately: to support this coalition is to support sovereignty, to make an example of so-called Rufuina so that should the same warmongering attitude be spread near your homeland, perhaps they will think twice.” Ronald nods, scanning the room before sitting back down again, ready to sign.

22nd July 2020 9:32 AM

“Sir why aren’t we handing over the vessels? We’ve handed the western Puntalian’s the equipment needed but the navy is refusing relinquish the ships.” Commander Charles of the joint Rufuinan-Puntalian Taskforce obligated to oversee the hand over of Puntalia’s stocks of equipment to the new Puntalian state, he was the phone looking particularly concerned.

“Because Charles… there is no Puntalian navy… when we took over Puntalia as agreed by the president the navy would be subsumed into the Rufuinan navy, thus we’re not obligated to hand over the ships, as there are no Puntalian ships, only Rufuinan ones.” Naval commander John Jaurez stated rather bluntly to Commander Charles over the phone, he was in his office at San Augustín docks where the Rufuinan navy stationed there had strict orders not to move.

“But they’ll be expecting them!” Charles pleaded with John

“This has orders coming from the top Charles, we’re not handing over any Puntalian ships because there -ARE- no Puntalian ships, I don’t want you calling me about this again am I understood?” John asked the commander, however this was to be a rhetorical question, as straight after he asked the question the naval officer hung up the phone, leaving a frightened commander Charles to have to continue the handover of equipment without any ships.

At San Agustín the Puntalian and Rufuinan troops stood ready with the Rufuinan navy there, with strict orders to keep the vessels and their crew members where they were.

Eoforwine read the treaty closely. “Well, at least we can all agree that Rufunia’s conduct was absolutely unacceptable. I am willing to sign this treaty.”

“Well written for what it’s worth, Prime Minister,” Arngrimur was in good spirits despite his attack last night- he had spoken with Barvata previous to the conference about the incident and was working with the police to track down the thug, “I too am ready to sign the treaty.”

Adley nodded. “I’m glad their unjustifiable actions aren’t just being ignored. I’m more than happy to sign.”

You most likely already know my position on these matters. I am happy to sign this.

Domingo Rolex opens the folder handed to him by Franklin Bravata. He takes a look inside and takes out the Pact. He reads every line of the paper, from top to bottom.

This is good Rolex thought At least we got Morst on our side

“I am fine with this” Domingo Rolex says as he puts back the Pact inside the folder “I’ll sign this gladly”

“This pact will be a strong reinforcement to the other treaty, and will help to keep South Peragen and Arcturia safe as well as Rufuina in their borders. I’m willing to sign it, come with me if you agree, Areuína” asked Tejedor in Impelanzan.

“I’m going with you, this pact is the opportunity we’ve been looking for. Arcturia will be finally protected from the pretensions of Hanlon” answered Areuína in Impelanzan as well. Both left their seats, greeted and thanked Barvata for Morstaybishlia’s hospitality and signed the treaty.

Barvata looks across the table to the dignitaries that finished reading and was pleased to hear from them that the treaty is something they would endorse and ratify. He shook the hands of Areuína and Tejedor as they walked over to him and watched them sign the new treaty.

“I’m very pleased that so far we are all in agreement with the principals of this treaty.”

ooc: woof late post but I hope I could make it, gonna make this short

Moments just after The Sani Bursil Summit.

Gian and Andrew went actually around on Sani Bursil to sight-see its beautiful architecture and such other things including food, ah yes, The Morst Hobstiberry Pie paired with Hobstiberry Tea was a deadly banger combination for Andrew who is really a die-hard tea fan. They basically explored the whole city until the night came and went back to Cave Aurora, the hotel they were staying in. As they went in their hotel rooms, they saw an envelope in their shared bed. Both of they read it, and before they even went to sleep, Gian already started to organize everything.

“Hmm. an extra days staying in in Sani Bursil does not seem a bad idea, a voice said. Also tell Dexter that we’ll be staying a tad bit more and take care of the nation I guess.” Gian said before laughing and ending the call.

~A giant large timeskip~

Current Day: Kenobi Tower, Sani Bursil

As the two kings attended the somewhat special meeting and probably have talked to some other important political persons as well. They sat in the somewhere near in the middle of the table. As the meeting was finished and they also finished reading the treaty itself, they went to Barvata and proceeded to sign it.

“Even though we’re not included or related to this large dispute, we are happily to announce our participation in this, as tensions in Southern Arcturia grow and grow day by day, Its best to keep ourselves unified and solve this together.” Gian said to Bavarta with a large smile before signing the treaty. Andrew signed the treaty silent as he was having a bit of a fever and tried his best to come, you can literally see in his pale face and the look of tiredness in his eyes.

Alexander and Hjalmar carefully looked over the treaties they were handed.

“This is quite the pleasant surprise, I have to say,” Alexander stated, smirking slightly.

Hjalmar nodded. “I see no major problems with this, we’ll sign this gladly, right?” he turned to Alexander with the last question.

“Right, we’ll sign the treaty as well,” Alexander confirmed.

Alexander reads over the treaty. He laughs to himself a little. He looks at Barvata and says, “I’ll sign it. Glad to see protections for rhe nations around Rufuina”

Olav looks over the treaty before giving a suspicious glance towards Barvata. With a sigh, he signed it. “While I have my suspicions over Morstaybishlia’s interests. As I still view it that the aggression of Rufuina could have handled before hand if not you got involved. Though at least this will ensure that Rufuina no longer can be as aggressive.” Olav said his voice determined but a hint of caution can be heard.

(OOC: LAZY BUT I CBA SORRY)

Trimola, Oscar, and Ivan all approach the document and sign it, approving of its contents.

20th July 2020 3:22 AM, location… unknown…

An underground prison facility, it’s hot and humid, prisoners in their cells having to drink the sweat coming from their foreheads for any kind of liquid substance, whilst the Rufuinan guards are simply standing their enjoying themselves with their cool drinks of water, colas and others.

The prisoners they were guarding were communists and other forms of left wing revolutionaries, gathered from Puntalia during the takeover and overtime from Rufuina too, the prisoners thought their lives were over, that they’d never see the light of day again, or the darkness of the night, little did they know however such was about to change.

“Are they ready?” A commander in his office asked, the same commander whom contacted Hanlon about ‘Plan Red’.
“Yes sir, the prisoners will hardly be a threat to security.” An S.O.D. operative said, standing next to him as the commander looked out of a window to the lines of prison cells.
“And the cavalry?” 
“They’ve taken the bait, nothing indicates they know of Plan Red.” The S.O.D. operative said knowing of Plan Red, it seemed the Special Operatives Division were in on the plan.
“Good order the secret evacuation, leave the guards that were listed as ‘disruptive’…” The commander simply stated proceeding to walk out of the room with the S.O.D. operative walking closely behind him, he’d signal another S.O.D. operative and he immediately knew what he meant.

As the prison was commencing their ‘secret evacuation’, on the dirt road leading to the secret underground prison a convoy of trucks filled with communist militia men, armed with rifles and adorned with canvas clothes with a simple red flag patch to signify their allegiance.

Where they were going was obvious, the prison which had been disguised as a warehouse in the middle of no where, with only a few pretend security guards that weren’t even in military uniform standing outside the gates, eventually they saw the trucks incoming and began to panic as they saw more and more trucks encroaching.

“Damnit! No no!” One of the security guards bleated out as he went to sound the alarm, but such wouldn’t stop the communists coming to liberate their comrades, he managed to raise the alarm but he and his fellow security guards were shot, the men dismounted their trucks.

“Go! Find that entrance! VÁMANOS!” A man in a uniform ordered at his soldiers who began to scour the warehouse in search of a secret entrance, meanwhile a certain Puntalian-Rufuinan former general came out of the front seats of one of the trucks, Edward Fransisco, a man who has betrayed both of his countries of Puntalia and Rufuina for the communist revolution.

Inside the prison alarms were going off and only the famished prisoners and the guards not evacuated, the ‘disruptive’ guards as listed by the commander, were the only ones inside the facility now, as those with any form of value were already evacuated out by a secret entrance, the prisoners were coming to their bars to see what the hell was going on, and the guard began to get ready for a fight.

“I’VE FOUND THE ENTRANCE!” A Puntalian militia man shouted across at the other end of the warehouse, a hatch and as soon as he opened it, bullets began flying and he was shot, whilst the guards in the facility were well trained soldiers, their rough and rowdy attitudes and the sheer numbers of the communist militia men soon led to a victory for the communists.

The militia men scoured the entire facility and the prisoners began letting out cheers for their liberators from within their cells, eventually Edward made his way to the biggest cell in the facility, and raised his hands to motion everyone to be quiet so that everyone could hear him.
“Comrades!.. The revolution has arrived! Let us break the people’s bonds once and for all!” Edward would cry out from an announcers table, designed so that the whole cell block could hear a single person, as Edward finished speaking, all the cell doors simultaneously opened and the prisoners began pouring out with cheers of support.
It seemed the revolution had a big army now…

20th July 12:21 PM, Fargo, the States House

Hanlon was in his office writing and signing general orders and other administrative needs, his phone began to ring and he leaned over to pick it up. “This is the supreme president speaking.”
“Sir…” A voice from the other line said with a very nervous and frightened voice. “F-facility 2 has been completely swept, the prisoners are all gone… the guards are dead, we think it may have something to do with Edward.”
Hanlon listened carefully, he’d eventually take a big sigh to come off as if he was annoyed or somehow taken a back by this. “I see… make the necessary arrangements, find out what you can.”
“Yes s-” The man on the other line said but Hanlon cut him off by hanging up the phone before he could even say ‘Yes sir’, Hanlon sighed again and leaned back in his office chair, however a cheeky smirk grew on his face and even developed into a grin…

Charlotte and Naomi looked over the documents discussing between each other the best actions to take place, they would ultimately sign the documents and pass them over.