The Puntalian Takeover

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July 10th, 11:00 am
Blueacia International Airport

Naomi,  Aderyn, and Charlotte had been spending some family time in the tiny nation of Blueacia, it wasn’t uncommon situation as Naomi owned land off on the southern end of the Island where her Villa was. Of course, her other reasoning is that the meeting in Sani Bursil was around the corner so when the time came a short Hour and a half flight was perfect as opposed to the 13-hour flight from Kuthernburg, the Big 3, as they were called, would enter the massive 848-8 Jumbo jet used by the royal and get comfy. This specific plane was nicknamed the Crowns Jewels as it was wrapped in a special cover was the Morst & Kuthern flag was painted on the outside as a show of the strong bond the country shares, on the tail the flags of the Kuthern and Morst commonwealths was stamped as a show of support of all the nations.

Charlotte was not extremely excited to see the President of Rufuina and in fact, had many words she wanted to say to him but would keep silent on, at the request of Naomi she would hold her temper down and not spazz at the man’s foolish actions and display of Lack of any common sense.

12:43 Pm
Sani Bursil, MBE

After a while, the plane would be seen on the tarmac at the airport was the Royal Guard of Kuthernburg would escort the Queen and her family off the plane, she would give a wave to the citizens looking and waving out the Terminal windows. Nassad agents were in plain close all around the airport casually looking for any suspicious activity that could be seen as a danger, it had been quite some time since Nassad had been in the MBE as they often only came this way for unethical reasons or secret missions.

“I’m going to pass on this meeting and instead go to the Palace with my cousins, just call my phone when this is all done” Aderyn would say before getting in a separate limo and leaving.

1:25 pm
Boscowen House

As they exited the car the pair would wave entering the building being closely guarded by Nassad agents as they entered the building, the plain closed agents were all dressed like this as they were apart of the Assassination Squad of the Nassad agency and were trained to quickly and quietly eliminate a threat before it becomes a problem. They would enter the room to see mostly Kuthern allies which were a good sign, Charollete would spot Hanlon on the other side of the room and roll her eyes before cracking a smile when she saw Barvata.

“Mr.Barvata! A pleasure to be here” she would say with the evil grin.

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The Black Tourmaline set down on Staynish soil. The majestic black private jet with the phoenix paintwork at the nose felt like a terror in the sky, a reference to an Ethalrian ancient mythological hellbird that, as its majestic wings flapped, thunder broke the ears- and when it landed, lightning struck its enemies.

Sarohart stepped out of the jet and was uninterested in the media. She brandished her typical black leather trenchcoat was accompanied today by stylish black sunglasses. Today, Sarohart had a swagger on, evident in her over-pronounced body swaying and somewhat obnoxious gum chewing.

The woman, alone for this rare occasion, swaggered out of her grey escort vehicle and walked up the steps to Boscowen House. Upon reaching Prime Minister Franklin Barvata she removed her sunglasses, smiled, greeted and shook his hand, before entering. She hoped Barvata gave Rufuina a fair run for their money as on her presence she somewhat believed he’d gut them alive. She walked over to President Hanlon, had a private conversation with him first, before moving off to her designated seat, not in a mood to speak much with many people.

It was just one of those days.

63

The Prime Minister of Lokania walked up the steps to Boscowen House. He noticed Sarohart of North Ethalria walk in, and as he took a few more steps up he was also greeted by Prime Minister Barvata. He smiled and shook his hand.

“Pleasant day,” Barvata smiled.

“It is indeed. It’s a shame it’s spoiled by Morstaybishlia preventing the UCA from sending its armies into Rufuina.” a mild bit of sass could be heard from his voice, such sass would never come from the likes of him.

“Nice to see you too, Arngrímur.” Barvata hid his discontent with the comment with a fake smile as the Lokanian moved beyond him into the hall.

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July 9th, 1370 ADN (2020), Sani Bursil Airport

As the private jet of the Norgsveltian Royal Family landed at Sani Bursil Capital Airport Olav was woken up by one of the waitresses.
 
“Your majesty we have arrived” she said calmly and silently to not annoy Olav, an accent that was also bit unusual and different from standard Norgsveltian. Which only made him smile for gentleness behind her voice, though he also raised an eyebrow, as he recognised the accent.
“Oh, we have arrived” Olav said as he stretched his arms as he gave out a tiny yawn. Though when was about to stand up, he immediately got help from the waitress who helped him up. As she helped him up, he gave out a little chuckle, which made him get a curious look from the young half elven waitress. “I am not that old, still young enough to help myself” Olav joked as a smirk formed on his lips. Though for the waitress she started blushing from embarrassment.
“I am so sorry your majesty I did not mean any harm with my actions, and you obviously not old! If anything, you are young an- “. As the waitress was about to ramble on and give more apologies. The king put forward his hand to calm her and for her to quiet down.
“You have no reason to apologise, you have treated me amazingly.” Olav stated as he gave her a warm smile. As Olav was about to walk down the boarding stairs, he turned around towards the waitress. “By the way, you are from Helslandr right?”
“Y-yes how could you tell?” The waitress said nervously not used to such an unformal conversation with his majesty.
“Your accent, I have been in Helslandr before, long time ago though. How is it going there?” Olav asked in a curious tone, as it has been 10 years since he has been in Helslandr.
“It has been going quite badly over there your majesty, a lot of instability as the Lord Commander his quite sick. I moved too Norgsveldet because of it” She said quietly as she was holding the edges of her dress as she gave a curtsy toward Olav.
Olav was about too answer the waitress, however one of the royal guards was asking the king to hurry up. With a sigh, Olav looked at the waitress into her eyes. “What is your name miss?”
“Arvel Jarltier” she said bit nervous still doing the curtsy.
“Well Arvel, on my turn back to Norgsveldet I want you to tell me your story” Olav said as he looked her in the eye as he gave a slight smile and giving a small bow to him.
As Olav was escorted by the Norgsveltian royal guards to the hotel he will be, a small frown can be seen on his face.
 
July 10th, 1370 ADN (2020), Sani Bursil, Boscowen House. 
 
 As Olav was driven to the Boscowen House he saw other sleek black cars driving beside them. As all the cars parked at their destination, Olav stepped out of his. A tired sigh could be heard from him when he was bombarded by questions from journalists and reporters from across the world. Questions such “What will his majesty demand in conference?” “Is war on the table!?” “Is his majesty using his religion as a foreign policy tool?” All of which just makes it harder for Olav to not harshly reply to the reporters.
“I am here to seek peace, now if you please excuse me, I have actual work to do” Olav stated as he walked through the crowd of reporters, though questions just risen despite his reply.
As Olav finally made his way to the building and finally walking in the halls of it. He was greeted by Mazhein. “Good day to you as well, Pora. It has been a long time since we last each other, and it has been a stressful journey, though I had a nice waitress holding me company” Olav said he slightly bowed his head toward Mazhein.
Olav I greeted Jariano, and turned around to greet Barvata. “Hello, Barvata. I hope the MBE will not drag even more superpowers too this” Olav joked though only for trying to hide his growing attempt to Barvata. As he sits down next too Jariano.

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Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
1841 Hours, July 9th, 3757 AA (2020 AD)

After a long flight from Stromharad, the private jet containing Crown Prince Alexander and Prince Hjalmar touched down at Sani Bursil Capital Airport. Exiting the jet with their Ursine soldier bodyguards, they began the short trip to their hotel where they would be staying until the meeting tomorrow.

Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
1327 Hours, July 10th, 3757 AA (2020 AD)

With the day of the conference upon them, Alexander and Hjalmar made their way to Boscowen House. On their arrival to Boscowen House, they walked in silence toward the entrance, ignoring all reporters. Entering the building, Hjalmar gave a courteous nod to Barvata as he and Alexander made their way to the section for observers, and they sat down without a word spoken. Once sat down, the two quietly conversed in Asendavian, waiting for the meeting to begin.

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14:52 – July 6th, 2020
Sani Bursil, Great Morstaybishlia
Following nearly a day of flight time, Erick Blue landed in Sani Bursil to assist to the summit regarding the future of Puntalia. He was amazed by the sheer size of the city, which was home to five times the entire population of his homeland. Immense skyscrapers dominated the landscape, absolutely dwarfing Wendake. Feeling severely jet-lagged, he headed to his hotel and fell asleep the moment his head hit the pillow.

Morning – July 7th, 2020
His long night of sleep had put him in a much better mood. Erick went to eat breakfast at the included buffet and readied himself for the 14:00 summit.

13:32 – July 7th, 2020
Having adjusted his collar while walking up the steps of the building, he greeted Prime Minister Barvata and walked through the front door, ready to assist to the proceedings.

Having shaken the hands of other leaders, most of which he already knew, Erick took his seat.

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Boscowen House,
Sani Bursil
2PM

After welcoming the dignitaries into Boscowen House, Barvata walked inside and began his preparations for the welcome speech. His mind was focused on the here and now, he was immersed in concentration to the point that he accidentally ignored one of his cabinet ministers asking a question as he walked past. He spoke briefly with the speaker before returning to his lectern. He did the ‘thumbs up’ motion to the speaker and began his deliberations.

“Welcome, world leaders to the 2020 Sani Bursil Summit. Unfortunately we find ourselves shrouded in a new era of conflict that has engulfed our thought processes and minds for the last two and a half weeks. It has caused a minefield of unprecedented actions not seen before in three years. It’s like an echo from the past; the tensions shown in Arcturia mimic the tensions that were seen in Aurora before Great Morstaybishlia declared war on the two Ethalria’s in May 2017 for the shooting and murder of Prince Thadeus in Sani Bursil, or the tensions that built up in 1904 before the world erupted into a war that lasted for thirteen long and bitter years. The scale of destruction the war caused over six months in 2017 is something that is still within recent memory for us all, regardless if your home country was involved or not,” he paused for a moment.

“I stand here today, staring at individuals from around the world, many of you don’t know how harsh war can be. I apologise if any of the following images are disturbing, you may look away if you feel uncomfortable,” he paused, and some dignitaries did. So please, let me remind you what war entails,” Barvata pressed a button at his lectern and at every dignitaries’ desk, a holographic image appeared before them. The image came from a small projector facing to the sky at the back of their desk. When the image showed, the room wowed in the interesting holographic technology but also the terrifying truth that bestowed them.

“This picture is of a child, no older than seven, an orphan in the streets of Fort Nocturne, weeping for his parents who were killed in a coordinated civilian airstrike by the Matriarchy of Ethalria on the 20th of June 2017,” Barvata paused. From her seat, Sarohart could be seen sitting back and squinting in a mixture of disbelief and horror. The Prime Minister pressed the button again, this time a woman releasing her emotions to a soldier.

“This picture is a famous one. You may know it as the Horror of War; Urth’s Picture of the Year in 1993. It depicts a Meremain woman after losing her home and family in a mortar strike,” he pressed the button again, and a third and final picture arose. “This is a picture of the very building you’re sitting in blown apart from an Ethalrian airstrike in 1974,” he paused. “What I hoped that would come of these images is a realisation that in fact war should not be decided by the fears, insecurities or emotions of one person. We as civilised people should strive to live in peace and harmony,” Barvata cleared the holographic images from each desk. “I present in front of you the Puntalian Compromise Act. You may have wondered what the stapled heap in front of you is with a blank hard cover. Please, turn the page and indulge in its contents. Please take deep consideration in what you read, and understand that, if we do not get this right, the pictures you have just seen will be a reality once more. This is a moral testament to us all.”

[spoiler]Puntalian Compromise Act

BE IT ENACTED BY MEMBERS OF THE SANI BURSIL SUMMIT

SECTION I: CITATION

…1.1 This legal binding document shall be known as the “Puntalian Compromise Act”.

SECTION II: DEFINITIONS

…2.1 For the purpose of this act, “Committee” refers to the invited nations to the Sani Bursil Summit.

…2.2 For the purpose of this act, the “Puntalian Plan” refers to the borders of the two Puntalian nations in accordance with the supplied map.

…2.3 For the purpose of this act, “New Puntalia” will be a placeholder name for the new sovereign state and “Puntalia” will refer to the state hitherto occupied by Rufuina.

SECTION III: ACTIONS

…3.1.1 A new country will be created, termed “New Puntalia” or “West Puntalia” or another name at the discretion of the provisional government.

……3.1.2 The new country shall exist from the States of Noroeste, Cumbre Norte; and parts of Norte, Central, Fuente del Rio and Cumbre Sur according to the Puntalian Plan.

……3.1.3 A panhandle of Puntalia shall exist between the United Commonwealth Alliances member New Puntalia and Rufuina.

……3.1.4 Lima y Limon will be under Puntalia control.

……3.1.5 La Paraiso, Islas Riquezas and Puerto Florosa will be under New Puntalia control.

……3.1.6 To ensure Rufuinan non-aggression to its neighbours, Lima y Limon will not be allowed to erect a naval base under any circumstances, an air base housing over ten attack craft or a barracks housing over one thousand troops.

……3.1.7 To ensure a lasting presence of peace, Great Morstaybishlia and Norgsveldet will establish military installations in La Paraiso not exceeding an area of ten kilometers squared on two differing islands at the discretion of the New Puntalian Government.

……3.1.8 To further ensure a lasting presence of peace, the United Commonwealth Alliances may establish four military installations in not exceeding an area of four kilometers squared each in New Puntalia at the discretion of the New Puntalian government.

……3.1.9 Rufuina and Puntalia will recognise New Puntalia as a sovereign state, and the North Shield Treaty Organisation and United Commonwealth Alliances shall recognise Puntalia as a sovereign state.

…3.2.1 Rufuina will pay the United Commonwealth Alliances 100 million KRB (♅) in reparations.

…3.3.1 Citizens of Puntalia will have the choice to relocate from Puntalia to New Puntalia within one year from the Sani Bursil Summit.

……3.3.2 Rufuina will be obliged to fund a Housing Development Program that will erect eighty thousand to one hundred thousand homes for citizens relocating from Puntalia to New Puntalia alongside contributions from the UCA for a ten year period.

……3.3.3 Rufuina will be obliged to invest two hundred and fifty million KRB (♅) to infrastructure in New Puntalia over the course of five years.

…3.4.1 Rufuinan occupation of Puntalia and New Puntalia will cease immediately.

……3.4.2 Rufuina may establish up to four military installations not exceeding an area of four kilometers squared each in Puntalia at the discretion of the Puntalian government.

…3.5.1 The border between Puntalia and New Puntalia will be a hard border. Border forces will employ local police authorities to respect the subsequent non-aggression treaty.

…3.6.1 The United Commonwealth Alliances, North Shield Treaty Organisation and Rufuina will sign a treaty of non-aggression at this summit, disclosing the additional following clauses;

……3.6.2 The North Shield Treaty Organisation will remove its No-Fly Zone over Puntalia with immediate effect.

……3.6.3 Great Morstaybishlia will remove its Home Fleet from Puntalian territorial waters with immediate effect.

……3.6.4 No militarisation will occur within 10 kilometers of the New Puntalia and Puntalia border from any faction.

……3.6.5 All factions will recognise sovereign airspace of one another and will recognise territorial waters of one another.

SECTION IV: ENFORCEMENT

…4.1.1 A Council known as the “Puntalian Cooperation Council” shall be erected to oversee and enforce the actions of this Act.

……4.1.2 The council shall consist of Great Morstaybishlia, Xiopothos, Axdel, Tivot, Peregrinia and Free Pacific States.

……4.1.3 Failure for Rufuina and Puntalia to comply with the Act will result in a reversal of article 3.4.2 alongside one hundred million KRB (♅) fines.

……4.1.4 Failure for the United Commonwealth Alliance and North Shield Treaty Organisation to comply with the Act will result in a reversal of article 3.1.8 alongside one hundred million KRB (♅) fines for each member state.

……4.1.5 Continual failure to comply or a disregard of this Act will result in military occupation from the Puntalian Cooperation Council and reevaluation of this Act.

SIGNATORIES

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After attentively reading the document set in front of him, Erick nodded. As a mere observer, he wouldn’t be able to give his input. He would’ve preferred the full withdrawal of Rufuinian troops, coupled with the reinstatement of the democratic government. Though, this seemed like good enough of a compromise, even if this was ultimately a victory for attackers.

As far as the Prime Minister was concerned, this series of events were coming to a close. But following their success, there’s no way of knowing if they would end their invasions of socialist nations.

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Eoforwine spoke up. "As one of the nations involved in the Auroran-Pacific War, we have witnessed the horrors of war firsthand. We do not want a repeat of these bloody conflicts.

It seems like the way you’ve set up (Rufunia-occupied) Puntalia makes it appear to be a buffer state, and yet you’re going to give away most of Puntalia’s territory for a Rufunian protectorate. I’m not sure if the UCA will be fine with this." His eyes drift towards Olav as he said those last words.

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“I doubt it’s not just UCA that’s not fine with it” Rolex says as he holds up the folder with the Puntalian Compromise Act in it “Rufuina, I appreciate your country stepping in to help evacuate Sokalan citizens from Rufuina and Puntalia as well as you sending patrol boats to help with the search of our missing fishermen but I believe that Rufuina has to pull out of Puntalia.”

“It’s not just Puntalians who I am worried about” Rolex continues “This sets a dangerous precedent to any country out there that invading a country on the mere premise of suspicion of a communist takeover will lead to said country gaining what is basically a puppet state.”

“We do not want a repeat of the Auroran-Pacific wars but we do not want this either” Rolex says as he shakes the folder in his hand

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Hanlon looked at the hologram whilst leaning back in his chair, his unlit cigar in his mouth he seemingly used to just gently chew at the end of for comfort, being a veteran the images didn’t disturb him too much at all, his main focus was on the treaty.

Finally he was able to see the treaty for himself, he inspected the folder very very carefully, reading it up and down and also making sure to eye the other leaders and politicians in the room to see their reactions to the details of the treaty.
For now Hanlon sat back relaxed looking to those in the conference room whom were speaking, eying and listening closely especially a certain monarch of Norgsveldet, to see what he had to say to this treaty in particular.
He kept his cool making sure to look and remain as neutral as he could even as other representatives spoke to Hanlon directly about Rufuina. 
“This’ll be good…” He lowly said to himself.

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Olav frowned when he heard this so-called compromise of Barvata. Especially after the speech images of war that Barvata showed. As such he spoke up.
“I find it weird mister Barvata that you mention the importance of peace and to learn from wars of the past, new or old. Yet it was Rufuinia that did their actions of war, yet it has been the UCA unjustly to be called war mongers both from Rufuinia and their puppet. We never wanted war, but we also want to protect our members from said actions like this.” Olav stated as he prepared himself to rant more.
“Not to mention Barvata If you did not intervene, this could have a been dealt with much quicker and a quick return to status quo. Sadly, it did not happen like that, and your intervention turned this to maybe even become a large international war.” Olav stated as his frown grew.
“However, Norgsveldet is willing to accept this, but only if the conditions are changed. First off, this so called ‘new’ Puntalia should have all the northern coast. Second either UCA military installations shall have an increased amount in New Puntalia or Rufuina shall have decreased amount in their puppet state. Third MBE shall promise to defend the independence of New Puntalia not just those islands that have MBE presence but all New Puntalia. Fourth all nations in Acturia shall have their independence protected from Rufuinia, should it even be a communist one like Osterlisch. Fifth the rights of the Asatru minority in both Puntalia’s shall be protected in both Puntalias. Sixth Norgsveldet shall keep a amount of troops of our choosing in New Puntalia and have apart of our South Concordian ocean fleet shall shall be split to create the Puntalian Agarian Fleet to protect ‘new’ Puntalia. Seventh Rufuina shall increase its reparations to the UCA. Eighth and final demand, Rufuinia nor its puppet shall not be allowed to force the ban of socialist parties in Puntalia. Too many innocent people have been arrested and killed by Rufuina on the notion of socialism and communism, let’s not have Rufuina force their paranoia and ideological warfare against other nations.” Olav said as he gave out a sigh for his rant. As he took a glass of water to clear his throat.

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‘This compromise may have too many sacrifices neither side is willing to accept…’ Oscar Frelman of Xiopothos was stroking his beard, intently listening to King Olav speak regarding the compromise. ‘If his inputs are anything to go by, this might be a long meeting…’

[hr]

Ivan Trikolovich of Tivot, who had been an avid backer of Barvata during this whole Puntalia conundrum, was increasingly nervous. The compromise document had been mulled over for hours the few days prior to this meeting, and it had already been torn into by the Norgsveltian King, with valid points about the Puntalians.

[hr]

Yolana Posol of Baykalia was sitting in the observers’ section of the House, and was frantically writing notes and ritualistically checking her phone. She was there for one purpose and one purpose only; to accumulate as much information as she could for her mother, Lady Posol.

[hr]

Also in the observers’ section, Trimola Eknol of Tuvaltastan had been watching the whole meeting so far. She of course couldn’t provide any inputs, but in her eyes Rufuina had committed a war crime, and the UCA was well in their rights to demand what King Olav had just demanded. If anything, Auroran involvement in this problem escalated it even further, as unfortunate as it was…

[hr]

Jorge Fernandez-Garcia, who was chosen by President Juarez to represent the Puntalian government-in-exile at this meeting, stood up to speak regarding his homeland. He had a speech written up, but instead left it on his desk, instead speaking his mind.

“Rufuina committed a heinous act. The justification for overthrowing my homeland was a baker who was, quote un-quote ‘found’ to be a communist. That ‘communist’ was an elderly woman named Juanita Vasquez. She had three children and ten grandchildren. She never once in her life committed any acts out of ordinary, but was chosen as a sacrificial lamb by our neighbors to the south to justify a war crime. In my eyes, a full removal of Rufuinan forces from mi patria is the only way to correct the wrongs done on my people.” he sat back down in his chair, attempting to hide his irritation.

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“Complete mierda! Garcia, you claim to be someone who loves your country, but you don’t look at the threat of communism as a larger problem than a compromise to move on from this majaderías?!” Pablo de la Cruz, the man representing the mainland Puntalian government, contested Garcia. “Simply because the communist was an elderly woman doesn’t mean she wasn’t a communist! Osterlicsh is right on our doorstep, waiting for the right moment to take our patria from us, and Juarez was doing nothing to prevent it! I say this compromise is as good a deal as we are going to get, until we can figure out our country’s future in the face of communism.”

Garcia was almost tempted to stand up and argue, but he knew who de la Cruz was; hard-set in his ways, unwavering beliefs. How do you argue with a man like that? No sense of reason or logic. Once he makes up his mind about something, there’s no changing it.

Instead of arguing, Garcia shot him a quick glance of displeasure and irritation. The two’s eyes met, and at that moment, both Garcia and de la Cruz knew what needed to happen; pelea, mano y mano. But that would have to happen outside, after the meeting.

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Eoforwine watched the two argue. and took a deep breath.

“It seems to be consensus in the international community that Rufunia was largely unjustified in its invasion of Puntalia,” he said, knowing that his choice wording would definitely ruffle some feathers. “Of course, Rufunia’s actions against Puntalia should have been enough of a casus belli for the UCA to declare war, which is more than we could say for Rufunia. Now, if it weren’t for the MBE’s actions, this would have stayed as a regional conflict, instead of one that threatens to start another war akin to the Great War.”

“I would personally favor a solution that goes for that status quo, except that an impartial international committee be given the task to investigate Rufunia’s claims of communist infiltration.”

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Hanlon had been sitting next to Pablo de la Cruz and watched him speak back to the ‘New Puntalian’ representative sent by Juarez himself, he was certainly impressed and entertained by Cruz’s bluntness and willingness to shutdown the opposition.
He showed the fact he was impressed by a clearly entertained looking smirk on his face, having had a similar background to Cruz both being military men whom proudly wore their uniforms to the conference, Hanlon sought to give Cruz a good pat on his shoulder and a snicker, as if to say ‘Well done’.

Hanlon stood up himself and cleared his throat with an audible ‘Ahem’ to get the conference room’s attention on him as he began to speak on his position, his words being focused particularly on King Olav: 
“If I may speak for my own thoughts and I imagine Sarohart’s and Cruz’s, your demands Olav are utterly ridiculous, I think the deal we have on the table would be just fine if it included a withdrawal of a majority of UCA fleets in the area and MBE loans to Rufuina and Puntalia to help cope with your blatant attempts at sucking as much economic benefit for yourself as you can.
The first demand is ridiculous as I believe the borders being proposed by the MBE are just and reasonable considering the situation, me and Cruz are happy to withdraw from the new Puntalian area stated on this map and allow you to do whatever you want there.
Second demand your blatant attempt at either increasing your own military influence in the area is clearly just a ruse to hosting a new invasion army to retake Puntalia for yourselves, your third and fourth demand is an attempt at exploiting the kindness of the MBE to host these talks in the first place, disregarding all the thought and consideration the MBE has put into this, even going so far as to promote the independence of communists such as Osterlicsh.
Your fifth demand is moronic within itself as the religious minorities YOU’VE proped up to retaliate against our intervention already have equal rights to any Puntalian or Rufuinan citizen, I think it’s quite abhorrent that you’d even use ethnic and religious minorities as a weapon in the first place.
Your sixth demand is seemingly the only one made with some amount of reason so long as you don’t keep your entire armada there as you’ve seemingly done when you tried to take Lima Y Limon from us.
Seventh demand is simply a no as we’re already paying you enough money in this treaty already, and the final demand is a blatant disregard for why we did this intervention in the first place, to protect Puntalia from an ideology that detests the crown you carry upon your head Olav.
That is my stance on the demands, I’m ready to sign this compromise if we can receive economic loans from the MBE and if the UCA withdraws some of it’s fleets in the area, we’re doing this for peace!”

He finished his short speech/rant with a hefty sigh sitting back down in his seat placing his ‘chewing cigar’ back in his mouth, giving Pablo de la Cruz a nod and relaxing once more leaning back in his chair with his arms crossed.

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Adley takes a drink of water, then speaks.

“Gentlemen, we are here at this summit to achieve peace, not to let this get heated at the first sign of disagreement. While this treaty has some merit, I fear not only that it contains sacrifices on both sides that will not only lead to this conference going nowhere, but also act as just a slowing down of the horrible tide of war. Rufuina’s reason to interven in Puntalia was the belief of the threat of communism in the nation. The validity of this is yet to be seen, but I fail to see how dividing the nation and it’s people in twain will solve this problem, nor do I see the actions of Rufuina based on that to be in the interest of peace or the Puntalian People. I would much prefer backing the solution made by the Tretridian Prime Minister, as it would have Puntalia stay as the independant nation it’s people should have the right to have, while adressing the concerns of Communism within it. If you are doing this for peace, then surely a solution that divides a nation while barely adressing your concern to begin with shouldn’t be considered best just beacause it allows you a protectorate state that would very well lead us back to conflict.”

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As Bavarta spoke throughout the summit, Gian and Andrew sat in their chairs above the observer’s panel, looking to the summit that is happening below them. with documents in front of them as they precisely and carefully read them.

As a mere observer, they could not give out any opinions or ideas. plus they don’t have the whole information handed to them so they just sat there in silence, watching as the summit commence.

They just hope that none of this happens in their country and the whole continent again.

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“This is why we don’t deal with capitalists.” muttered the Vakari Representitive in Durakan. “Squabbling like children with empires getting annoyed about idiotic imperialism just beacause it wasn’t their idiotic imperialism. It’s no wonder there would be a communist ‘threat’ in Puntalia, people are finally getting to their senses while these idiots talk in failing summits.”

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“After we have finished disagreeing I’d like to mention a few things,” the Lokanian Prime Minister tapped his mic, “I am very ashamed that President Hanlon handled the situation the way he did, but I can’t foresee a future in our continent if the lot of you continue to disagree,” he paused. “There are a few things on this treaty that could be tweaked, but in all fairness I thank the Prime Minister of Great Morstaybishlia for his willingness to find a compromise and seek diplomatic means. You can see his intervention two ways; preventing the intervention or preventing war. I am very torn in these aspects because for one, Rufuina has not been yet reprimanded for their actions, but two, Great Morstaybishlia stepped in, an action that I detest and perhaps they should not have, but has prevented a bloody conflict that, evidently if had escalated, would have seen the introduction of a second Great War anyway with the Packilvanian Fleet sailing down to Rufuina to secure its new… asset,” Arngrímur pointed out, and sighed. He looked over to Olav. “I respect you sir. I respect the actions the UCA has taken, with my nation being a member state. But we never wanted this, and the only way to put it right is to agree to disagree. We have to compromise.”