OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION OF THE KINGDOM OF TRETRID
Dear Mr. Bavarta:
We would be glad to attend this conference in Sani Bursil. We believe that it will not succumb to the factors that doomed the Fargo conference, and hope this will lead to a successful de-escalation of this situation.
Sincerely,
ᛖᚩᚠᚩᚱᚹᛁᚾᛖ
Eoforwine
Prime Minister
Kingdom of Tretrid
Office of the International Representative of the Grindoligarchican Administration Pary:
In response to the news regarding the announcement of the upcoming summit,
Grindoligarch would like to send an envoy to observe the negotiations at the upcoming summit. Seeing as we share a continent with the nations involved in this conflict, it is seen as important to stay up to date on the conflict. We will be sending an envoy by the name of Ben Richter and acknowledge that accommodation will not be offered and will be sure to prepare accordingly. We hope for the summit to be a success and wish for a peaceful outcome.
~Mikhail Volkov, International Representative of the GAP
Dear Franklin Barvata:
I, Ezhíltir Armós, major of Privétia Tauríllien, write you this mail in the name of the Commonwealth Government of the Cooperative Commonwealth of New Leganés, Oblivion Islands and Shoneria to comunicate you our nation will gladly be attending the summit, following your invitation to it. The person that will be representing our nation, after being designated by Prime Minister Areuína Karnéias, will be Póra Mazhéin, the National Government’s Minister of Foreign Affairs and UCA relations. Karnéias was the original person to be attending the meeting, but due to how complicated this issue has resulted within a few days, she prefers to send a qualificated person in diplomacy like Mrs. Mazhéin is.
As representative of the maximum body of our Cooperative Commonwealth, I want to transmit you as Prime Minister of Great Morstaybishlia that, despite the tension of the last days, our nation is not only willing to cooperate with all the invited nations to the meeting, but also with your country, with which we have a long history of relations that has turned cold in the last times and especially after these events. We hope this summit is also an opportunity for the relations of both our nations.
Sincerely,
Ezhíltir Armós
Major of Privétia Taurillien and member of the Commonwealth Government
Cooperative Commonwealth of New Leganés, Oblivion Islands and Shoneria
To embassy of Sani Bursil
The Fargo embassy thanks you for the confirmation of the Sani Bursil summit and we’d like to confirm our absolute arrival at the summit, while we are disappointed to see that Durakia will be attending, we know we cannot fight it.
However, with Durakia’s invitation Mark Hanlon would like to make a special request to allow newly appointed government officials of Puntalia to attend and have a say at the summit, we believe inviting them will broaden the arrange of the summit for the better.
As for who will be representing Rufuina, Mark Hanlon has made a personal request to represent Rufuina at the Fargo summit along with advisors and a security detachment that will follow the instruction of any MBE authorities.
We hope that this transmission reaches you swiftly, and thank you for the confirmation.
Yours truly
Embassy of Fargo
Glory to the confederated state
Offical Transmission of the United Kingdoms of Norgsveldet
Dear Mr. Barvata.
We will gladly attend this conference in Sani Bursil. We want to solve this crisis peacefully, however we will make it clear that we will not be easily swayed in negotiations. We hope that war is avoided and that an agreement can be put in place for making Puntalia’s people safe, and that the Asatru religion will be protected in Puntalia. As I King Olav I of Norgsveldet and it’s crown realms, and saint of Asatru faith, will be the one attending this conferance.
Sincerly,
King Olav I of the United Kingdoms of Norgsveldet
Dear Mr. Barvata,
We, the Kingdom of South Peragen, and myself as King of South Peragen, are glad to receive Great Morstaybishlia’s invitation to the summit related to the Puntalian issue currently ongoing. South Peragen has kept a friendly relation with all the nations involved in this conflict, from Rufuina and Puntalia to the UCA members, of which we are part, and Great Morstaybishlia itself. We cannot hide our fervous desire for this conflict to end in a peaceful solution, and I will be attending the summit myself as highest representative of my nation to negotiate and search for the previously mentioned solution. The future of Arcturia will be decided in this meeting, and we hope this makes our continent a reference point for cooperation and peace.
Sincerely yours,
Jariano II
King of South Peragen
Dear Mr. Bavarta:
As the leader of the Miner’s Republic of Durakia, I am pleased to say we shall be accepting your invitation to this summit. While we have sent a force to protect UCA interests at the request of Norgsveldet and our armed forces, we at the Durakan government wish to see a peaceful solution attained, which we hope shall come about with this summit. I shall be personally attending as to symbolise how important this meeting shall be and to quell any attempts of silencing our efforts for peace with accusations of communist leanings.
We hope we may yet find a peaceful solution that will benefit the people of Puntalia.
Best Regards,
Horis Adley
Leader of the Durakan Government
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Dear Mr. Bavarta:
Democracy and diplomacy are just some of Sokala’s core values. With this in mind, I will be attending the Morstaybishlian hosted summit. While my allies and I are ready for anything Rufuina can throw at us, we would rather prefer a peaceful end to this crisis.
May peace and diplomacy reign supreme in our forum.
Sincerely,
Domingo Rolex
President of the Democratic Republic of Sokala
Dear Mr. Bavarta:
As we we’re not present and have not known the full knowledge of the ongoing dispute in this time, the nation of Vivancantadia accepts the invitation of Great Morstaybishlia’s invitation to the summit pertaining to the Puntalian Crisis/Dispute and hereby announces its participation only as an observer to this summit due to not having participated in a single matter of this pre-mentioned dispute but as a fellow morst-influenced nation it is our duty to upmost participate in any family-related like matters.
May peace and diplomacy reign supreme in our forum.
Sincerely,
King Andrew I and King Gian I
Technocratic Monarchy of Vivancantadia
To:
Franklin Barvata
Prime Minister
Great Morstaybishlia
By order of the Kaiser, Asendavia will be sending its own delegation to observe the summit. Crown Prince Alexander and Prince Hjalmar, alongside their own escort of security personnel, shall be sent to Sani Bursil to observe the proceedings.
From:
Viktor V, of House Zharkov
Minister of Foreign Diplomacy, Duke of Yoria
Empire of Asendavia
Dear Mr. Bavarta:
The Kingdom of Kuthernburg has a great responsibility to maintain International Peace and prosperity across all of Urth, Kuthernburg has always been a firm ally of the MBE and shall remain the MBE greatest ally. That is why we are pleased that you invited us to this conference involving the Puntalia situation as it gives us a chance to cooperate with regional powers several of whom are Northern Shield members in resolving this dispute, we further emphasize the NSTO-MBE Permanent cooperation is one of the strongest and most strategic partnerships in the world and we wish to continue that in the long run. Kuthernburg will continue to enforce the NSTO No Fly Zone over puntalia while also agreeing to request a reduction in NSTO forces in the region, we hope this meeting will be well maintained so that we may cancel the NFZ if see fit.
Sincerely,
Her Majesty Queen Naomi II
Sani Bursil Summit
Staynes, Great Morstaybishlia
The doleful darkness of cloud cover in the early morning choked Sani Bursil, the multitude of whipping gray and white patterns that swirled around the air enveloped the city in a concoction of worry and tension; the darkness emanated a stark reality of what was to come; for some, this was the day of reckoning, and for others it was a bid for peace in these dark times.
As the sun rose from its winter grave, it shone through the cloud cover in small intervals here and there, but the sense of dread was still lurking. On this very day, the 10th of July at the twentieth year of the new millennium, nations from all over the world would be watching their leaders decide the fate of the summit, but it wasn’t only that- it was the fate of history, one wrong turn could spell disaster for all.
As the morning established itself, the cloud cover and imminent threat of rain began to disperse, and over time, as the countdown to the conference ticked away, the warmth of the sun replaced the bitterness of the cold. For many living in Sani Bursil and who were up to date with international politics this gave them a sigh of relief; the sun gave them the strength to believe that what came about in the summit on this fateful day would be a good outcome; but in reality it was piercing the back of their minds that this would be the start of something truly horrifying and out of control, and yet there was faith.
There was faith in the world leaders that a viable solution would be found.
There was faith.
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1:45PM, Boscowen House
For Franklin Barvata, the afternoon came like a hurricane. As he left 1 Bursil Street he felt nearly hunted down by the vast array of media cameras not too far from him, the reporters hurling an explosion of questions left right and centre, but Barvata had one thing on his mind and one thing only. The man confidently strode from the front door of his official residence to the chauffeur driven limousine and clambered in. His car was escorted by five armoured vehicles and several police escort motorbikes. This day was a testament to his ministry and his so far unquestioned role as Prime Minister of the most powerful country on Urth. His demand for respect and authority would most certainly be questioned here, the pressure of this position bowed down on him like a weak child trying to lift an anvil- it would most certainly break; but alongside him was his most senior advisor Riannar Karmer and other members of his cabinet, which reassured him that there was light at the other end of the tunnel. The car departed for Boscowen House.
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When he arrived, he made his swift entrance inside, again avoiding any questions thrown at him by the media from behind the perimeter established by armed police. The conference room was nicely set up, with ample space for dignitaries from the invited nations and an adequate supply of drink and fruit was laid out on a table to the side, the food would be optional after the conference ended. Barvata tested his microphone and members of the coordination team calibrated the microphones. There entered a speaker for the summit who shook hands with Barvata and took his seat. Satisfied with the layout, he left the room for the entrance of the building, ready to welcome the world leaders.
10th July 12:23 PM 2020 Sani Bursil
Mark Hanlon had made it to Sani Bursil just the day before the conference was to take place, having made some fruitful arrangements with his security, drivers and other of his advisory council, Hanlon had plans to drive an extended route to the Boscowen House where he and his convoy knew pro Rufuinan rallies were being held, with citizens ranging from the MBE, Rufuina, Puntalia and across the world.
Upon reaching the first Rufuinan rally Hanlon made sure to wave to the pro Rufuinan crowds, even going so far as to risk standing up in the window on the roof off Hanlon’s limousine, making sure to give a cheery smile and waves to the crowds as they waved the Rufuinan confederate flag and cheered to see the Supreme President.
1:20 PM Boscowen House
Whilst Hanlon was never one to dismiss attention given to him by his supporters, politics awaited for no man and they headed off to the Boscowen House, upon arriving about ten minutes after visiting the pro Rufuinan rallies Hanlon stepped out of the limousine and began walking up the stairs, making sure to give a smile and wave to the press that had gathered at a safe distance.
Upon reaching the end of the steps Hanlon made sure to shake Barvatas hand firmly with a reassuring smile upon his face, he made sure to exchange a few words with the prime minister before heading inside and meeting his members of cabinet.
Hanlon made sure that his charm and politeness was on point, making sure to listen to the cabinet members as well as the prime minister, however he made sure to exchange not only politeness but also the occasional bit off banter.
After formalities with meeting with the prime minister and his cabinet Hanlon made his way deeper inside the building, it appeared that Hanlon was one of the first to arrive, just how he liked it, he awaited in a dedicated waiting room exchanging words with most whom passed by, staff, politicians, dignitaries and so on, wanting to appear as charismatic and friendly as he could.
July 9, 2020
Sani Bursil Capital Airport, Sani Bursil, Morstaybishlia
11:45 PM
A loud echo of plane landing in the airport runway as the Royal Plane of the Vivancantadian Royalty as landed at Sani Bursil Capital Airport in the middle of the silent night, as the person with the lights guided the plane on its landing.
As the plane stopped, right-side facing the carpet as the door slowly opened and there are the two kings of Vivancantadia, stepping down on the plane as the strong breeze of cold wind gushing in the wind and the doleful darkness of the eventful night. Wearing a formal black Giarga Ermeni suit along with the finest hand woven scarfs and a pair of gloves can be seen wearing by King Andrew I while King Gian I was wearing the same, though having a darker suit color and not wearing gloves. As stated by the invitation, observer nations have to reach out to the MBE Office to hereby inform them of their attendance, the Vivancantadian Administrations has planned the whole thing beforehand and has also made reservations in the Serenfort Hotel, the place where also other foreign dignitaries will be resting.
As six Royal Vivancantadian Guards wearing their official uniforms with the Royal Crest of arm embedded at the uniform’s shoulder blade is etched can be seen, following suit the appearance of the two Kings of Vivancantadia and the secretarial spokesperson,waving through the blinding flash of many camera lights in the middle of the night as they were greeted and shaked hands by some officials of the government before being accompanied by the Sani Bursil Metropolitan Police to the aforementioned hotel.
July 10, 2020
1:40 PM
To the Boscowen House
Sat at the back of the car, moving its way to the summit as King Andrew I was eating a Gronala Bar, while King Gian I was talking to the secretarial spokesperson about some things regarding to the summit. As the car stopped, the driver got out on the car and opened the door for them, as King Andrew first stepped out the car, a blinding ray of sunlight immediately bursted to his face as he contorted some of his facial features while covering his forehead with his hand and the sparks of flashing camera lights along the sounds of cameras clicking as the Kings walked on the red carpet to the main entrance of the Boscowen House. They made a swift appearance as they avoided questions the media was thrown at them and remained their mouths shut, giving a smile to the cameras they walk past through. As they encountered a person waiting at the entrance of the gigantic house where the summit will be held, who seems to be Franklin Bavarta, who was also seemed to be surprised at the sudden appearance, shook hands and exchanged a few words with the prime minister and headed inside. The Royals immediately headed to the observer’s panel of the summit by using an elevator.
As they have entered the gigantic room, they weren’t seemed to be the most punctual on the summit as they saw the Rufuinan President down on the panel, the two kings sat as King Andrew was heavily scolded by King Gian for eating another Gronala Bar before the summit starts.
(OOC:My first rp post oh my god I hope its okayy lol)
1:52 PM Sani Bursil, Boscowen House
Hanlon looked up to the observer panel and saw the two kings entering, he looked to his advisor and leaned in to whisper to him.
“Who’re those two up there?”
The advisor looked up to the panel and whispered back to the president.
“I believe those are the dual kings of Vivancantadia president Hanlon.”
Hanlon raised a brow underneath his iconic sunglasses as if intrigued or curious about it, the topic of there being two kings.
“It’s a dual monarchy?” The president asked.
“No sir I believe they’re married.”
Hanlon would raise a brow again and even squinted his eyes as if somewhat befuddled by such a notion, to him the idea of a king was a single, traditional man to lead the nation.
However cultures had a way of being different to one another even if Arcturia was primarily influenced by Staynish and Impelanzan culture.
King Gian sat in the panel, eyes wandering through the room until his eye met with the President of Rufuina, raising an eyebrow as showing a seemingly amused face as their presence was finally noticed above the observer’s panel.
King(Queen) Andrew, who was finished eating his Gronala bar, innocently looked at the person beside him as he mysteriously thinked why this man beside him had been staring down at the Rufuinan President.
“Hey, what seems to be problem?” he asked, Gian turning his head around before replying, “This is going to be a one interesting conversation.” he foreshadowed.
“Well they’re our neighbours let’s go up and have a chat shall we?” Hanlon gestured up to the observer panels, and began walking along and up toward where the dual kings sat.
His advisor followed and soon Hanlon made his way up to the two kings sitting down, offering his hand for a firm shake if taken for the both of them.
“Afternoon, Mark Hanlon, this is my advisor David, you’re King Gian and Andrew right?” He asked his advisor having told Hanlon their names on their way up to the observer panel.
“Yes, I am! Very glad to meet you President Mark or Hanlon or whatever you desire me to call you. I am indeed King Andrew and this is my husband,which seems weird enough.” He spoke as he accepted the offering the president’s handshake and gave out a small smile as Gian accepted the handshake as well, sending the President a wide grin. Before putting back his hands into the pockets of his pants.
“Just call me Mark, I see Barvata’s already greeted you inside?” He said with a smirk placing his hands behind his back as he eyed them both, as if inspecting them to examine what these two monarchs were made of.
Both of the kings immediately noticed to what it seemed the eyes of a curious person in front of them, giving him a warm smile before looking at each other before Andrew broke the second interval of silence.
“Yes, we indeed have been greeted by Bavarta inside.” Andrew said. “So, President Mark, what things seems to have brought you here? I think you are curious about our presence right?” Gian added as Andrew immediately sended him a glare before looking back with a smile.
“Well we’re neighbours on Arcturia, and getting to know everyone in the building never hurts anyone, ill be sure to know what i’m doing in these talks by getting a feel for the crowd, oh why don’t you two come to Fargo at one point? I’ll make sure the embassy books you two a hotel and we can discuss our relations.” He said with an inviting smile finally taking his sunglasses off and placing them in his upper shirt pocket, waiting to see their reaction to such an invitation.
From the pockets, Gian finally removed them and crossed it on his chest as the sudden surprise the president spoke. “Sure thing, we will not be declining such an offer, I guess we would like to do the same and invite you to Ibrahim? We’ll sure that you will like our mountainous views there.” Gian spoke as he finally sended a wide happy grin.
“I’d appreciate that gentlemen, but I must warn due to the eh… situation we have right now most of my time will be occupied in Fargo, but after this ordeal is done I’ll be happy to visit.”
He said with honesty. “However nothing stops you from visiting Fargo, it gives me time to focus on the Rufuinan Puntalian situation.”
Hanlon would look around for one moment as if he were checking to see if anyone was eavesdropping before leaning in slightly.
“The Norgs fleet in the Puntalian sea are itching for a fight, we nearly came close to one just last week.” He said with a nod and raising of both brows as he informed the two monarchs on the situation.
“I see, I’ve been- I mean we were hearing lots of news about the dispute especially from the neighbors in the north of us, we cannot simply pass this one important matter about our neighbors, or should I say family? We are both morst-influenced nations I guess” Andrew spoke as he remained on his posture while Gian is starting to become interested in this small talk, with his foot rhythmically tapping the floor.
“We’ll have to see how it develops, we’re not backing down from this rest assured, we want what’s best for the Puntalian people and we’re going to give it to them, maybe you’ll come around to our view on the situation hrm? Anyways I’ll leave you be gentlemen, there’ll be others arriving soon who I’ll have to greet, be well.” He said smiling once more and going to try and give them both one last firm hand shake before tipping his hat to them both and going to walk off placing his sunglasses on.
As the man left, Andrew let out a breath as he fell on the seat, Gian looking him with an amused face before speaking.
“What? Why are you smiling like a crazy person? Don’t do that again.” He said.
“Meh, we’re here to observe remember? Plus he seems like a super good guy though, interested actually, say, are you up on that vacation on Fagro…Fago…-” he said before was cut by Andrew.
“Fargo, dummy. Anyways sit that ass down before I smack your head.” Andrew said before Gian let out a chuckle and sitting back on his normal spot, wondering about the conversation they had.
As Hanlon and his advisor David walked off and once they were out of sight of the two royals, he’d lean in to whisper and talk lowly to his advisor. “Who do you think is the wife in that relationship?” He said with a smirk and then a small laughter from the both of them.
(Joint post between me and Shawbucks!)
**July 9, 2020
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Andrew Matagumpay Memorial International Airport, Laguna, Sokala
5:15 pm
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“and…post” President Domingo Rolex mutters to himself after posting a picture he took with his dog earlier that day
“Sir, we’re going to be late,” a presidential aide told Rolex “please follow me”
Surrounded by a dozen Secret Police, Rolex and his aides walked through a secure part of the Andrew Matagumpay Memorial International Airport. Mostly empty, the D terminal of ASMIA was cooler than expected.
“We’ve packed a couple of suits your personal designer has prepared for you,” a presidential aid tells Rolex while walking “Your wife has also told us to tell you that she has packed you an extra pair of undies”
“Ihabhe di Highgound told you that?” Rolex asks his aide “Tell her to stop calling underwear undies”
“Affirmative” the presidential aide replied"
After a few minutes of walking, the group finally arrives at the boarding area. The group boarded Sokalan Air Force Uno or SAF 1. SAF 1 is the presidential plane armed with several hidden weapons, anti-missile technology, and impenetrable hull.
Inside the plane, Rolex found the presidential quarters where all of his luggage have been placed by the aides.
Laying on top of the bed, Rolex pulled out his phone and started writing some key points he would want to say during the summit. After a few minutes of typing, he fell asleep.
July 9, 2020
Sani Bursil Capital Airport, Sani Bursil, Morstaybishlia
7:31 pm
“Sir, we’re here” a presidential aide tapped Rolex in his shoulder to wake him up “Morstaybishlian soldiers are outside, along with our own soldiers”
“We’re already here?” Rolex says groggily “Excuse me for my grogginess, get me some coffee if you can”
The presidential aide nodded and left. Rolex stood up and went to the bathroom. He checked himself out in the mirror, making sure to look presentable. He brushed his teeth and combed his hair and beard. He then grabbed the suit that was already in the bathroom and wore it. The presidential aide later returned with his coffee and briefed him on where he and his aides will stay.
Taking a sip of his coffee, he looked outside. Media’s here again Rolex says to himself. Now prepared, he went out along with his detail. Cammer shutters went off, left and right. News-hungry journalists kept shouting questions at him. He mentally put earplugs in his ears and just kept walking.
He boarded a car that was prepared for him and let out a sigh of relief when they bolted out of there.
July 9, 2020
Serenfort Hotel
8:51 pm
I’ve never been to Morstaybishlia before Rolex thought to himself But it’s basically Bondoc but way fancier
He walked around his room, an executive suite, and finally sat down in front of the TV. After watching a couple of Morstaybishlian TV shows, he went out to the balcony to smoke.
Arcturia’s on fire Rolex thought to himself This summit’s either going to be the fire extinguisher or the fuel. I’d rather have the former.
Rolex, while smoking cigarettes, went over the points he typed out before he passed out. He spent the remainder of the night reviewing his points before going to sleep.
July 10, 2020
11:51 am
Boscowen House
Looking around the room, he expected a bit more for the other world leaders. Besides Bravata, no other world leader was present.
“Where’re the others?” Rolex says as he approaches Franklin Bravata and his aides “Am I early or too late?”
Checking his watch, Bravata lets out a light chuckle. “President Rolex! Alas, the famous Sokalan early bird stereotype is true! You’re early by at least two hours!”
“I guess so,” Rolex says as he laughs a bit with Bravata “Guess I’ll need to use VidTube for a bit, aye?”
“VidTube?” Bravata asks Rolex “I suppose it’s Sokala’s video streaming site?”
“It is.” Rolex replies “I actually run a channel there, even before I got elected”
He follows up by showing Bravata his videos.
Bravata looks in with interest but leans out after a couple of seconds when he hears his phone beep. “Apologies President Rolex, I am needed elsewhere,” Bravata says, as he reaches out his hand.
Rolex firmly shakes Bravata’s hand. “Understood, see you soon Prime Minister”
Ronald Stemmler, wearing his UWI lapel pin, is first through the doorway, followed closely by the other members of the Internationale. He approaches Barvata with reserve and a neutral face. He offers a hand out to the leader and introduces himself. “Ronald Stemmler, Chairmain of State of the Democratic Republic of Osterlicsh, and Founding Socialist of the Urthian Worker’s Internationale. I’m representing the UWI today. This is Foreign Affairs Minister Johan Plank, representing the DRO.” He speaks Staynish, but with a very recognisable Ethalrian tone.
Sani Bursil Capital Airport, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
July 9th, 2020
A group of Tretridian soldiers, assigned to guard the Prime Minister, stepped off the plane, and formed two columns, facing inwards. As Eoforwine stepped off the plane, they saluted.
The bodyguards accompanied the Prime Minister.
As Eoforwine was on the road again, he recalled the scenery of the great metropolis that was Sani Bursil. After all, he had been to Sani Bursil before, in a summit. That was about 3 years ago.
It was on May 31, 2017, when Lambertus VII had asked the attendees to ally with Great Morstaybishlia for a seeming inevitable war against the two Ethalrias. That war which would consume Aurora and the southern Pacific.
The Prime Minister tried to push his thoughts about the Auroran-Pacific War out of his head, to varying degrees of success.
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Boscowen House, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
July 10th, 2020
1:30 PM
Eoforwine arrived at Boscowen House a bit early, and had had ample time to organize his thoughts.
He also wondered about the prospects of the meeting succeeded. He knew the Norgsveltians were less than willing to make concessions, and he wondered how that would affect matters.
The Prime Minister walked into Boscowen House, with his security detail staying behind per the wishes of the Morstaybishlians.
Eoforwine knew that they would be striving to maintain the peace. However, he also knew that if talks failed, the gloves would be off. War would be almost certain.
6:00 am, July 8th 2020. Departure from Rhotéme Irpá International Airport, Privétia Tauríllien
At her 76 years, Póra Mazhéin was used to taking early flights to distant places. But still, the Minister of Foreign Affairs and UCA Relations of the Cooperative Commonwealth of New Leganés, Oblivion Islands and Shoneria was afraid of what was coming in front of her. Some would say age give one experience and self-confidence, but Mazhéin had nothing but constant doubts. Nevertheless, she always had kept the proper appearance, as the most renowned diplomat of the Commonwealth is supposed to do.
As the proverb quotes, Cukishes “were born in Gondwana, raised by Arcturia and kept in between”. Arcturia’s issues would always affect the Commonwealth, either directly or indirectly, and again this was the case. It was even more remarkable when an Arcturian country, member of the UCA, had been occupied under suspicious reasons which should be clarified. That’s the basis Mazhéin had established for the Commonwealth’s policy in the issue, and she had been confident a solution could be reached until in only a few days everyone got involved in the most dangerous tension Urth had seen in decades. The government she was part of had different opinions about the issue: some of them, led by Prime Minister Karnéias, were suggesting support for a direct invasion against the agressor of their allies, fulfilling the defensive purpose the UCA was born for in the 1980s. This was not the opinion of the actual highest scale in Cukish politics, the Commonwealth Government, as such reaction could cause a chain reaction that could at the end blow up the country’s trade and diplomatic interests in Arcturia and even in a worldwide scale, definitely making things worse; instead, the Commonwealth and UCA should be defended through words and not weapons, through the cooperation the Commonwealth has as highest ideal.
Mazhéin understood both opinions, but at the end her diplomatic profession took her near the Deputies and Major instead of Karnéias. Observing Great Morstaybishlia had finally taken the step of dialogue, even after making Karnéias turn furious for their previous military movements, the Commonwealth Government also took the step and convinced Karnéias to send Mazhéin and her reputation to Sani Bursil instead of herself. Now it was time to defend peace and democracy, and to stop the craziest madness she had seen in her long career, but the consequences of a fail in this summit were too high to just sit and watch the sky through the window. Anyway, she decided to do so, and the hypnotic blue of the South Concordian Ocean made her forget at some moments about what was going on.
4:00 pm, July 8th 2020. Antares XXII International Airport, Conoso
The flight had a stop in Conoso, the capital of South Peragen. She had arranged a meeting previously with the Peragian King and good friend of her, Jariano II, to share impressions about the upcoming summit they both were going to attend, and after that depart on the same flight to Sani Bursil. They both were aware of how critical the summit was, so they were only taking their nearest advisors and guards. When Mazhéin saw the king waiting in the official car, she could not avoid smiling and finally giving him a hug. It was brief, as Mazhéin had to be driven in another car to the Royal Palace, where they finally could speak.
“It’s been so long, my old friend” Jariano said. Mazhéin continued: “Indeed, Jariano. How much actually, a year? Ten months maybe? Well anyway I was really hoping to see you again. It is sad we have to meet in this conditions, you have war right next to your door.” “Yes, in only a few days we’ve seen us facing the greatest conflict Arcturia has seen in this century. I’m convinced even Rufuina and Hanlon didn’t want such a madness, but you know how this world goes: a spark can burn a whole forest. That’s why diplomats like you are what we need in these conflicts. We’ve been trying to keep South Peragen as neutral and diplomatic as possible while fulfilling our duties within the UCA, and I guess we’ve actually done a great job in that part, but at the end the only solution will definitely be negotiations and everyone giving up part of their claims. I don’t like what has happened in Puntalia at all, but war is never the solution if we can use diplomacy before.”
“I cannot agree more with you, Jariano, but others in my government don’t. At the end, we’re gonna go through the path of negotiation, but it hasn’t been an unanimous decision. You know all the economical consequences a war can suppose to both our nations and the UCA? I still cannot believe how not only a sector of population but also of the government can support an invasion. I mean, I understand them, you know, but please keep your head in your place for a bit! Anyway, the probability of a failure in this summit is very real, so I haven’t stopped warning my government to look for new horizons and be prevented for any situation.”
“I’ve done the same with our government, Póra, though the diplomatic path was already the intention of them. And seems like finally our pressure has had some effect.” Jariano changed the topic: “You know, it’s also been so long since I don’t go to Sani Bursil. Personally I prefer the countryside, but that city is enormous! I must admire what those Staynish have achieved with their capital. As long as I don’t go often, because otherwise I’d get crazy with all that people and traffic, I enjoy every visit I make there.” “Well, I’ve lived all my life in Prítau while not in diplomatic trips, so I guess I’m used to big cities, but I’m talking about a 3 million people city and Sani Bursil is near 20 times bigger… There’s nothing similar in the whole Urth, and I do get crazy when I go there. And now, with this stuff happening… Well, I don’t wanna think about it.” Both laughed and continued talking about official and non official topics for around an hour. At the end, they were taken again to the airport, with Jariano and Mazhéin taking each one their delegations’ flights to Sani Bursil.
9:00 am, July 9th 2020, arriving at Sani Bursil Capital Airport
Mazhéin had slept around two hours, so when she arrived at the hotel she had been assigned, Serenfort Hotel, she initially couldn’t sleep, looking at nothing, thinking about everything. At the end, she fell asleep at 5 am and during 4 hours her mind rested. About Jariano, well, he could even sleep with the ground as bed: he slept during half of the flight and right after arriving to Laiaton Hotel. That does not mean he did not care about what was happening, but he had some sort of super power for being calmed all the time.
1:30 pm, July 10th 2020, arriving to Boscowen House, Sani Bursil
Jariano II was once more delighted by enormity of Sani Bursil. Having the hotel a bit far from Boscowen House was a good idea, so he could contemplate all the skyscrapers and never-ending avenues. A bit of fun before the future of Arcturia would be decided. Always in calm, Jariano stepped out of the car when he arrived to the House. It was a beautiful neoclassical building, humble in design but at the same time proper for the power of Morstaybishlia. The person in charge of that power, Franklin Barvata, was waiting for him in the conference room. The media turned massively around him at the building’s entrance, with their questions turning into an undefined dough at his ears. He stopped for a moment to say a few words to the journalists: “I would answer your questions if I simply knew what you’re asking me. I guess you want a statement from the king of South Peragen: we come here to bring peace to Arcturia. There you have it, have a nice day.” Thus, he entered the building and the conference room, with Barvata waiting as he was expected to.
Soon after him, Mazhéin arrived at Boscowen House. She was too sleepy to answer the questions of the media, and also she did not really like the media world, so she just raised her hand saluting the journalists. At least, the horrible sound of the crowd and the cameras flashing ended a bit with her sleepy state. Not only that, obviously, but also what it meant to be entering the building. But then she noticed a familiar person in front of her: Olav I, king of Norgsveldet. “Happy to see you here, Majesty. Hope your journey has been nice.”
“Welcome to Sani Bursil, Majesty. It is a a pleasure to have a friendly and strategic nation like South Peragen represented in this summit.” Barvata greeted Jariano II. “The pleasure is ours, Prime Minister. I feel this is an opportunity to all the nations represented here. I hope your king is fine, it has been a while since we last met in person. Speaking about kings…” It was Olav I who appeared on their side. Barvata and Jariano greeted him, while Póra Mazhéin joined them and was also greeted. “It is a real pleasure to see you all fine and disposed to the upcoming dialogue. Take a seat, please.” Barvata ended.
Sani Bursil Capital Airport, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
July 9th, 2020
As Adley and his two armed guards stepped out of the plane, he sighed.
“Are you alright Mr Adley?” asked a guard.
Adley looked around the airport. “I’ve always wanted to come to Sani Bursil. I’d hoped to not need guards.”
“I’m sorry sir, but while we agree that Great Morstaybishlia is safe enough to go unguarded, your safety is a priority.” The guard replied as they began walking.
“I understand. Tomorrow will be an important day. I just hope I am ready for it.” Adley followed the guard as he walked.
Boscowen House, Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
July 10th, 2020
1:24 PM
Adley walked into the house, glad to leave his guards behind. Today was not a day for men with guns. He was pleased to see Mr Bavarta, even if the circumstances could have been better.
“Good afternoon Prime Minister, I thank you for your invitation to such an important summit, I hope we can work together to attain a peaceful solution.”
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