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Ethan Foley National News (EFNN) Studio, City of Foley17:30 Local TimeThe studio was brightly lit. Multiple cameras at several different angles pointed towards a desk in the main studio room. Sitting down at the center of the desk was Jonathan Lemington-Foley IV. He was the official spokesman of Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V. In the background was a large red digital clock. 0:35... 0:34... 0:33... The clock ticked down. A man behind a camera shouted out, "30 seconds!" Jonathan took out a hand mirror from below the desk and fixed his hair. He then put the mirror away and took a sip from a cup of coffee on the desk. Today was the day the MEF was a big day for the MEF. For one of the few times every year, it was going to talk to some of the other regional leaders. The regime shuddered at the thought, but it had to be done. At this very moment every television across the Military of Ethan Foley was being automatically turned on. A "Breaking News!" text was being shown and the EFNN intro was being transmitted. The cameraman shouted out again. "Five! Four! Three! Two!" He motioned the one. "Hello and good evening my fellow Ethanians. I am Jonathan Lemington-Foley IV, spokesman for his Supremacy, live from the City of Foley. I have an announcement for the nation and the region today. Despite occasional use, Unity Island has faced constant neglect over the three years it has existed. The once well-maintained apartment buildings for diplomats are now creaking, dusty, covered in cobwebs. Ceiling lights flicker, and the wallpaper is peeling; showing the deteriorating wood underneath. The grocery store, once high class, is now nothing but a few aisles of basic foods. The floor is dirty and the cash register hasn't worked in months. The chain link fence is rusted, and the soldiers patrolling it are lacking necessary clothing and equipment, sometimes going without shoes. Most nations in Kennan recognize the important and necessity of Unity Island, but in its current state, something has to be done. I call upon all nations of Kennan to come forward tonight and for the rest of the weeks to come and join me in Unity Island to revive this great landmark. Hail Ethan! Hail the Regime!" The televisions turned off automatically. Ethan International Airport, City of Foley17:38 Local TimeA modified Boeing 787-9's engines roared as it barreled down the wide runway. Inside, sat Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V, 100 Elite Soldiers, and a dozen diplomats and government officials. They were making their way to the decaying Unity Island Regional Airport (UIRA).
"Your Supremacy, your requested my presence, Sir?" asked a butler.
"Yes. Get me an orange juice." the Dictator replied, "It's going to be a long flight."
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on Jan 31, 2015 23:56:15 GMT
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Spaztislavian Diplomatic HQ, Sroska Nova, 17:57 Central Spaztislavian Time
"Al right gentlemen, one of the biggest and most militarist nation in Kennan has requested a meeting in Unity Island, once the diplomatic centre of the region. This nation happens to be our neighbour, the MEF. Intelligence reports that their leader Ethan Foley the fifth is already on his way to the island, accompanied by a small regiment of soldiers and a team of diplomats". Said His Highness Minister Lev Yeltsin, head of state of Spaztislavia. "We know for sure that not sending diplomats would risk our neutral stance, and our national integrity. Therefore, Mr. President Voldzicky wants to assemble a team of our diplomats of the highest order, and that is why I reunited you here. We will depart from the Old Sroska Airport tomorrow at 5:00, with a group of our elite peacekeeping soldiers, and our objective is to mediate during the meeting and ensure what's best for our country, and Kennan as a whole. You may rest now".
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on Feb 1, 2015 0:53:16 GMT
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Guadalajara, Jalisco, Continental Guadalajara18:11 Local TimeKnock. Knock. Knock. "Come in." the secretary walked into the room and sat at the president's desk. "What is it?" he said."Mister President, something has came up." he replied with a confused stare. "We must go to Kennan, Ethan Foley has called for a reunion in Unity Island." she explained. "Unity what? And why should we trust Ethan Foley? It might be a trap, an ambush to start another war." the president was getting irritated, a few moments ago he had finished a meeting, it had gone wrong. "It's not, sir, I promise. Just... Just watch." she turned on the TV and switched to the news. "On other news, Supreme Leader Ethan Foley has called all Kennanite leaders to join him in Unity Island, the Region's Democratic Center for this week." she turned it back off. "See?" she asked. "Let's go then." he dismissed her and got on the phone. Aeropuerto Internacional de Guadalajara Miguel Hidalgo y Costilla, Continental Guadalajara18:35 Local TimePresident Sánchez, his secretary and thirty members of Estado Mayor Presidencial, the president's guard, including 5-Star General Axel Angulo boarded the Embraer ERJ-145 en route to Kennanite Guadalajara to meet Roberto Juárez, the Vice-President, in charge of running "New" Guadalajara. After this they will go to Unity Island and meet with Ethan Foley. Aeropuerto José Clemente Orozco, New Guadalajara City, Kennanite Guadalajara18:44 Local TimeFive hours later. "Mr. President we're here." she said, shaking the president. "Huh?" he said, waking up. "We're in New Guadalajara." he got up, shook his suit and cheerfully descended the stairs on to a Berlin blue carpet placed on the runway. Shaking hands as waving as he went, the president reached the airport's main building and walked inside alongside his companions. It was a fifteen minute walk to the next plane that took them to Unity Island.
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on Feb 1, 2015 1:27:56 GMT
(OOC - I liked Ethan's post, so some of the airline lingo and wording will be similar. All credit where credit is due. And a flight steward is kinda like an assistant of sorts.)
Kennan International Airport (KIRA) - Neptune City, Westminister Island, the Hackleberry IslandsJanuary 31st, 2015 - 9:00 P.M. Local Time
"Presidential 001, your safety checks have come through positive, and are cleared to fly Route #284647 at 30,000 ft - from KIRA to UIRA. You are now cleared for takeoff. We will be transferring you to Port Trádáil in the Sandwich Territories and Sorce Mosto in Cortal before your descent and landing at Unity Island. Have a safe trip, and good night." A voice crisply crackled from the radio aboard Presidential 001, a scarlet red Boeing 747-8 Intercontinental plastered with the insignia of the Hackleberry Islands government. The pilot observed the flight plan (pictured above) on the dashboard.
"Thank you Control, and good night." the pilot calmly responded. He looked to his copilot and flight engineer, nodded, and pushed the throttles forward, as the engines roared to life. The jumbo jet slowly lurched forwards, as the floodlights that lined the runway began to coalesce and merge as the jet gathered speed. With the engines spinning at full power, the jet eventually lifted above the runway and soared into the night sky. The flight engineer began to file through the manilla folder he'd been given before the flight, eventually coming to a subfolder that stated: "CONFIDENTIAL: TO BE DELIVERED TO THE PRESIDENT OF THE HACKLEBERRY ISLANDS". He furrowed his brow, and gave it to the pilot, who summoned the head steward. After a minute or so, the steward approached the cockpit.
"Hello! What can I do for you, Captain?" "Hey, I need you to deliver this to the President - Confidential stuff, you know the deal." The pilot responded casually. The steward nodded, took the folder, and left the cockpit.
Inside the plane, there were approximately 200 passengers that resided in different chambers. The room directly behind the cockpit contained supercomputers and data drives that were the size of refrigerators. Men and women sat at desks with earpieces in place, communicating with various people via radio, or recording data and storing it. The screens on board displayed flight data, weather conditions, marketboards, etc. The steward scuttled through the room, careful to avoid tripping over any wires or chairs. Another chamber acted as a lounge area for the diplomats. He entered the chamber, and asked one of the diplomats where the President was, who pointed to his private studio aboard the plane. He scuttled off once more, reaching the President's office. He knocked on the door, and a "Come on in!" was heard from the room. He entered the studio, which was a well furnished office complete with hardwood furnishings and leather sofas. The President's outline was seen looking out on the night sky, which had provided a very picturesque view with the moon and stars above the clouds.
"Hello!" President Hackett swivelled in his chair and turned towards the steward, hands folded on his desk. "What can I do for you?"
"Sir, I have confidential papers for you. Briefing papers, I presume." He handed the papers to the President, who took them, and skimmed them, and replied "So, we're going to Unity Island for non-war related causes? Huh, would've never thought I'd have seen the day. Thanks for delivering these!"
The steward walked out of the room, and President Hackett turned on a television in his office, showing a transmission from EFNN. He had certainly hoped that the current regional meeting would bring some other Kennanite nations to Unity Island that had not interacted with the Hackleberry Islands previously.
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on Feb 1, 2015 1:38:31 GMT
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Novi-Luka, 18:43 Rutz Government BuildingPresident Milos, sitting at his small desk while listening to the radio, was going over some recent documents regarding border tensions with Ryzzle. He was a tired man, although he never shows that to his people, in an effort to keep high morale among the population. Milos had been working all day, finally putting the papers down to have rest for a moment. Turning to the radio, he tuned between stations, one of them being a station that reports on international happenings. The reporter was a woman, saying: "This just in from TMEF, the nation has formally asked for other nations in Kennan to go to Unity Island, a mostly abandoned diplomatic zone where leaders may go to discuss. The island hasn't been used for quiet some time, even though it has some residents living there, which is why TMEF is asking others to go to the island, and bring it back to a respectable state. No word on President Milos yet." Nearly immediately after, his foreign affairs minister walked into his office, simply looking at Milos and smiling. "I assume you were listening to the same station as I was." the minister says, sitting on a nearby chair. Milos nodded, rubbing his eyes. "You want me to go?" Milos asked. "Well, not just you, we have to send flowers, gifts, a whole diplomatic team!" the minister said with joy. "We can show them, that even as a small, agricultural nation, we can still participate!" the minister followed up, awaiting Milos' reply. Milos stood up, extended his hand to the minister for a shake. "It should take about a day for everything to get ready; be doubly sure we're bringing all the right things with us" Milos said. The minister jumped up, shaking Milos' hand. "In one day, we'll have anything you could possible imagine!" the minister said. He walked out, leaving Milos once again to himself. Tuning the radio again, Milos went back to work, whilst listening to some classical music.
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King Brian I's Living Quarters, Commonwealth Palace, Port Trádáil 9:45 PM Local Time Knocking was heard at the door, as the King was residing in his quarters, spending a night peacefully while watching the news. He paused the television, and it a slightly raspy, yet drowsy voice, he exclaimed, " Who is it?" "It's Al, Your Majesty, I need to inform you of something myself."The King, who was surprised to hear that Prime Minister Al Fresco himself had come to tell him something; especially at this time, replied with a sense of uncertainty. "Do come in and speak your word, Mr. Fresco."The Prime Minister and the King got along very well in and outside of politics. It was a dynamic match that had led to many good things for the Sandwich Territories. Both men could trust each other like drinking buddies about many things, which came to great use in leading a nation, of course. "I am here to tell you that Ethan Foley V has requested your presence at Unity Island for a conference over what to do about the island itself. I recommend that you go; the Unity Island is, as you know, a major symbol of Kennan, and it is indeed of a major fix. Anyone with any sense what-so-ever can see that." "Agreed, Mr. Fresco. Very well, I shall make way for Unity Island as soon as possible. Thanks for the update, Al." "Would you like anything else? Anything that I can do in preparation for the conference or even at the conference?" "I would like to see it that there be body guards that accompany me on the trip, but do just simply relay this to the head of the SAS. No further effort is needed from you, Mr. Fresco. Have a good night." "My sincere thanks, Your Majesty, and best of luck at the conference."The King was never interested in being reliant on anyone for things he could do himself. He got dressed properly,let his family know of the conference, made arrangements for his family and advisers, got in his 1963 Jaguar E-Type, and drove off to Idirnáisiúnta Airport; where his personal SAS company would be waiting for him. He turned on his car radio, and as Vince Guaraldi played in the background, he began to think about what he ought to do about the island. To see such a symbol of Kennan be degraded to such an extent without reaction was horrific, and he was not please to know that he was just as responsible as anyone else for that. "I guess the Soviet Irish are trying to give any future annexation plans more legitimacy", he joked to himself with a sense of classic Sandwichian bluntness. It was a pleasant night, and the roads were as clear as could be in a major city. He waved to a few of the locals and tourists, and eventually made his way to the airport. "If only I could enjoy this car in the countryside on a nice Saturday morning..."He sighed to himself, and got out of his car in front of the airport. "Something like that is what Unity Island needs. Not a bunch of infrastructure when the island is meant for diplomatic usage only. Just a bit of peaceful development, and a proper meeting hall. Maybe another tourist attraction or two, but the island doesn't even have a sodding government ferchristsake. The lads understand that, I hope."He met with the leader of the company, and gave him and his men and women a proper salute. They made their way to the King's private jet airliner, and got ready for the conference ahead. "Ready, Your Highness?""Indeed, sir. Time to go mobile." The King gave a slight nod and a smirk. The plane ascended into the air, and the King and his advisers (through a secure video feed) got prepared for the conference ahead. "Nothing like having a glass of Château Margaux with some of the most ruthless people in Kennan, if I say so myself. It's an experience I regret going through every time, but one that is needed here and there to make sure that we are all still dysfunctional."
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on Feb 1, 2015 14:49:59 GMT
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Presidential 001 - Skies Near Unity Island/Cortal, Kennan
February 1st, 2015 - 5:30 A.M. Local Time "It looks like the news has finally made it out." William Barrows commented - He was the Secretary of Foreign Affairs under the Hackett administration, and was most recent former President. President Hackett and Secretary Barrows had been sitting in the Diplomat Lounge area of the jet for an hour or two, discussing the possibilities of what to expect at Unity Island. They'd been watching HNN World from the jet to see if the organization had reported on the possible rivalries between other nations. And it did.
"I'm honestly surprised that a lot of countries that have such harsh relationships are attending." Hackett responded. "Samukan and the MEF were both very earnest to meet with other nations, even if it meant working with each other. The Supreme Dictator himself invited all Kennanite nations - including his nation's rivals. It was difficult enough establishing minimal contact and a small trade network with the MEF, and now they've invited everyone to meet with them. And I didn't even know about the Ryzzle/Ruzzle border conflict either."
"Neither did I. There's a lot that we really don't know about our comparatively small region." Barrows remarked. "I wish I'd known more about the rest of the region during the piracy outbreak. Maybe then I'd have gotten to test our new artillery batteries on the skiffs." They both snickered at the thought of that. The President responded "If anything, I'm just glad we're out of the path of that snowstorm that's gonna hit the Islands. On Sprite Island, the snow drifts were high enough to cover entire doors-" Hackett was interrupted by an electronic bing, which indicated an announcement from the captain.
"Hello everyone. This is your captain speaking. We are currently above Eastern Cortal, and are expected to begin our descent in a few minutes - We're expected to land at Unity Island in 35 minutes. Due to turbulence from the storm located south of us, we may divert our route northwards and turn back around for a safer landing. Thank you." The PA system clicked off.
"Well that explains why we were grounded at Cambridge from 10 P.M. to 2 A.M. earlier today - I was wondering why it was taking so long to get here - It should've taken 2 to 3 hours at the most" Hackett said.
"If anything, I need a drink. You want one?" Barrows asked the President. "Nah, I don't drink. But thanks for the offer." He responded. Barrows sat up, and walked to another chamber while President Hackett continued to watch the news report.
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on Feb 1, 2015 19:03:15 GMT
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Unity Island Regional Airport, Unity Island6:40 Local TimeThe Trent 1000 engines of the Supreme Dictator's private Boeing 787-9 slowly died out as the plane parked a hundred feet off the runway. The front-left door swung open and a truck mounted airstair drove up to the door. The MEF flag was draped on both sides. Within seconds, 75 heavily armed Elites marched out of the aircraft and checked the area surrounding the 787. Every corner was checked and checked again. After over 15 minutes of searching, some of the soldiers returned to the aircraft to give the green light for the dictator's exit. The rest of the 75 soldiers patrolled the area. The MEF national anthem played and Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V stepped out onto the airstairs and made his way down. 10 soldiers in dress uniform, wearing medals and ribbons marched out behind him. Behind the 10 soldiers were 12 government officials from the Advisers Council. Once down, they went to main conference room to prepare for the other nation's arrival. Flags of every attending nation were put up in the center of the compound. Ethanian workers prepared the conference room while the Dictator and his Advisers unpacked in the apartment buildings. The main conference room was basically a large auditorium. Every seat had a placard and a microphone connected to the loudspeakers. They also had headsets that automatically translated the language of the person speaking to the language of the listener, but less than half worked from lack of maintenance. The microphones worked poorly as well. But they would work with what they had. Apartment Building Complex #1, Unity Island6:54 Local Time The dictator and his advisers made their way up the dusty and rotting stairwell to their rooms on the second floor. On the way up, the Supreme Dictator spoke to his main ambassador, Frank Hanz. "Wouldn't it be funny if we packed this whole island with explosives and wiped out the leadership of all of Kennan?" the Dictator chuckled. "Yes, Your Supremacy." Frank replied. They were trained to agree with the Dictator at all times unless they were working.
When the Dictator opened the door to his room, a wave of stale cigarette and perfume smell rushed out. He coughed, but continued inside. He put one of his many personal suitcases onto the queen sized bed. Creeeeeaaaaakkkkkk! The bed moaned. The next moment, there was a huge SNAP and the bed collapsed.
"FRANK!" Ethan Foley V shouted at the top of his lungs. Frank Hanz popped his head into the room. "Yes, Your Supremacy?" he said. "Make arrangements for us to sleep on the plane immediately." the Dictator ordered with more composure than before. "Of course, Your Supremacy. Thank you, Your Supremacy." Frank replied and he quickly made his way out of the apartment building. As the Dictator made his way out of the room another loud SNAP and "Oof!" was heard across the hallway. The Dictator sighed to himself.
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on Feb 1, 2015 23:04:07 GMT
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Unity island proximities, inside Spaztislavia One, 19:41 Local Time The plane carries 25 Elite Peacekeeping soldiers, dressed in Spaztislavian red uniforms, and a team of diplomats, leaded by the nation's head of state, Lev Yeltsin. In the cargo bay there are boxes with foodstuff and building materials.
"We have permission to land, sir" said one of the flight assistants to Mr. Yeltsin. "Perfect, I wanted to leave this damn plane since I put my foot in here. I really hate these flying metal death machines." Said Lev. "Notify the rest of the diplomats, oh, and wake up Mr. Frunzle, I need to tell him something... Important"
As soon as that was said, the plane started to descend, but instead of finding a well paved road, it met a barely marked dirt road, that had a barely visible "2" drawn on it. The soldiers descended from the plane first, escorting the 13 diplomats and Mr. Yeltsin. The flight attendants proceeded to unload the cargo and carried it to a nearby hangar.
The Spaztilavian prime minister was taken to his room, but to his surprise, it didn't even had a TV and the light bulb was flickering. He sat on his bed, covered by rags instead of proper bedsheets and said to himself: "This might be much worse than we thought" The words he said to the minister of international relations Kasimir Frunzle resounded inside his mind. They were going to pull one of the greatest diplomatic maneuvers ever created.
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on Feb 2, 2015 0:34:17 GMT
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Unity Island Regional Airport, Unity IslandA couple tequilas and a few games of poker later, "Presidente Juárez," the Prsident's Boeing Dreamliner 787-8 landed on what the pilots believed to be, or at least used to be a runway.After coming to a rough halt everyone was helped out the plane. "It's a nice day, huh?" said President Sánchez while putting on his sunglasses. "Yes, Mr. President." said the secretary. They walked into the airport's main building where a couple of the few soldiers left on Unity Island were to escort everyone to the Apartment Building Complex #2.
Once there, everyone was guided into their rooms. "Mr. Sánchez, this will be your room, I'm really sorry but it's all we have." he opened the door for the president and let him in. "It's alright." said the president, half sarcastically. Walking in he noticed the awful smell radiating from a small room he assumed was the bathroom. The wallpaper was peeling off, revealing rotting wood everywhere. When he sat on the mattress everything creaked, ready to fall apart at any second. Calmly, the president unpacked his stuff and placed it in an old closet inside his room. Walking out onto a balcony he lit a cigar and puffed away for a while. He wondered if he was going to be able to sleep tonight, you could hear the rats scavenging about nearby, smell the bahroom's fecal waters and the moist, damp smell of rotting wood and mold. "At least the view's half decent." he said to himslef.
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Runway A30 - Unity Island Regional Airport, Unity IslandFebruary 2nd, 2015 - 7:00 A.M. Local Time The doors of Presidential 001 finally swung open after a night of solitude inside the jet, which had moved to an alternate runway with the other planes to let other nations land. (After hearing about the bad accommodations, they waited to go inside). A few HASO soldiers made their way down the airstairs, with President Hackett, Secretary Barrows, and the other diplomats and engineers in tow. In contrast to the stormy & snowy conditions currently ravaging the Hackleberry Islands, the weather on Unity Island was quite pleasant: 50°F/10°C with the sun peeking up from the horizon, causing brilliant colors to refract off the clouds and patterns of light to ripple in the calm seas that broke on the island.
"This sunrise almost makes the lack of accommodations perfect." The President remarked.
The engineers running the flight instruments remained inside while soldiers set up satellite dishes on the tarmac and collected flight data and weather conditions. President Hackett and Secretary Barrows listened to reports from the HASO soldiers and the other diplomats as they waited for representatives from another nation to arrive on-scene.
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on Feb 2, 2015 21:09:05 GMT
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Unity Island Apartment Building #2 Hall, 17:49 local time"We need some allies for our ruse to work" Said Yeltsin to Frunzel. "We should look at nations we have trade agreements with, or are aligned with the ideals of our country." "We do have some good candidates, Lev, many fear the MEF and would certainly benefit from our plan." Said Kasimir very quietly, afraid that someone might hear them talk. "Al right, then we should start helping with the assemble of our aid vans. I think the president made a mistake by sending them in parts, we will take hours. Back to the thing you know, we will assign 2 diplomats to the nations of Guadalajara and Hackleberry Islands. As soon as they arrive, you'll go to the people of the Sandwich Territories, to establish relations before the main meeting. We could talk to the representatives of Ruzzle too, but that would be a complicated matter, with their border tensions and everything." "Agreed. Now I'll go for my wrench."
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The plane touched down onto the tarmac, and the delegation got prepared to get forward with business.
"I believe I've made myself clear on our position here. This damn place is in need of a fix...ambitious but rubbish, really."
The King and his guards managed to step off of the plane, and they made their way to their apartment. The weather was very pleasant for today, so there was that to look forward to...from inside a meeting hall. They reached the apartment and, as expected, it was was completely inhabitable. There was no working pipe system for any water, and the furniture was not well maintained at all. One soldier even managed to get his foot stuck in the floor after he walked on a soft spot.
"Well, this room won't be suitable for later, Your Majesty. Perhaps we ought to consider using the plane...or even the conference hall." "I think we ought to just see how the island looks as a whole, and then meet up with fellow delegates at the meeting hall first. We'll worry about that later."
The delegation of idiots went around in a massive flock of golf carts, and as they drove around the area, they saw shops that were not maintained, tourist attractions that were only worse in Chernobyl, and worst of all, the regional museum in a laughable state. While none of the objects inside were harmed, the building was in a dire need of a repair, and the amount of disrespect to this region's history was beginning to really get to the delegation.
"Goodness me...the war uniform of a young Sandwichian man...from 1915. I'm absolutely disgusted...how could such a thing be treated as trash? It's just been left here to rot like garbage. Shameful...absolutely shameful."
A disgruntled King and his bodyguards made their way to the meeting hall. This building was in need of some renovations as well.
"How do we even plan to fund all of this...what an absolute mess. I think we all could use some of that Margaux already..."
Before he entered, however, he found the plane of the Hackle delegation. He went towards the plane and began to wave. The Hackle delegation then let him on the plane, and he managed to get in a pre-conference chat with President Hackett, his brother, and Secretary Barrows.
"Hello chaps. I presume you spent the night in here, yes?"
Once that was over, the group made their way to the conference hall. Needless to say, that was also in rubbish condition. The stairwell had rusted, and the smell was that of old cigars.
"Christ almighty lads...", one soldier noted.
They took a seat in their meeting room, and waited for the other delegates to arrive. While the Kazaristanis had not landed yet, already there and ready to meet them was the leader of Soviet New Wales, Dictator Rhys Calzaghe. He was a decent man with benevolent intentions. The King, along with a good amount of the populace, didn't even consider Soviet New Wales to be communist, but just socialist. He put his hand out to greet the dictator.
"Good seeing you here today, Rhys." "You too, my Sandwichian friend. I have to say, this room is a bit shit...along with everything else here as of now." "Well, you and I will just have to try and fix that in any way possible...if that IS possible."
Both groups of soldiers conversed and shook hands. SNW was a friend of Sandwich, and unlike their counterparts, the Soviet Irish, these people could go to a conference and not act like complete bellends.
This conference seemed like it might actually be casual for once.
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on Feb 2, 2015 23:42:11 GMT
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Main Conference Room, Unity Island The Dictator walked in, followed by his 12 ambassadors and diplomats. Frank Hanz, his primary ambassador, was at his side. The Dictator went to the podium at the conference room. He ordered his 12 diplomats, with the exception of Frank Hanz, to go take their seats. The Dictator waited at the podium and Frank sat down behind him. Sandwich Territories and their diplomats had already arrived and were sitting down. Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V had seen the jets of Spaztislavia, Guadalajara, and Hackleberry Islands, so he wondered when they would enter the room.
"Frank." the Dictator called.
"Yes, Your Supremacy?" Frank replied.
"Go to the delegation of Sandwich Territories and say 'hi'. It's been a while since we've talked."
"Of course, Your Supremacy." Frank Hanz exited his seat and made his way over to where Sandwich's diplomats were.
The Dictator looked back at his podium where he saw his introductory speech for the region. All of a sudden, a voice in his left ear whispered, "Hawk, this is Scout One." Supreme Dictator Ethan Foley V's earpiece said.
All of the diplomats and most of the soldiers guarding the island had them. They were surgically implanted and had a very small solar panel on the back of the ear.
The Supreme Dictator touched the top of his ear and whispered, "Scout One this is Hawk, go ahead." He then took his finger off the top of his ear.
"Heavy winds, rain, and fog expected tomorrow. Falcon One will be grounded until Wednesday." the earpiece said. The Dictator replied, "Affirmative."
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on Feb 3, 2015 2:07:02 GMT
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Novi-Luka Int. Airport 1:50AM
Milos had finally found the gate with his plane, and had walked out onto the runway. When he noticed the plane, an antique from the 50s, he was a little worried. To add to it, nobody was there waiting for him, nobody on the stairs, and it looked like nobody was in the plane. He walked up the stairs, and opened the door. Nobody was inside, and it was very dark. "Hello?" Milos said. After he said that, the lights came on, revealing all sorts of plants, flowers, drinks, and gifts. There was even a band, playing traditional music in the back of the plane. Milos was surprised, and began to laugh. His Minister of Foreign Affairs, Damir, would walk up to him, kissing him on the cheek. "Welcome my friend!" Damir said, happily. "This is the delegation?" Milos said, smiling. "No, my friend! This is RUZZLE!" Damir said, handing Milos a drink.
The plane would later take off, going to Unity Island.
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on Feb 3, 2015 12:40:14 GMT
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The delegation of the Hackleberry Islands subsequently met with the delegations of the Sandwich Territories, Spaztislavia, and the MEF. The President took it upon himself to meet each personally.
"It's an honor to be in the presence of the Spaztislavian delegation." The President spoke to the two delegates of Spaztislavia. "I realize that while we haven't made any diplomatic connections yet, or more-or-less interacted, there's no better time than the present to do so. Although, compared to the current accommodations, maybe a different location." he joked.
"It's great to see you again, Your Majesty.'" Hackett spoke to King Brian. "I haven't too much too say, since we met a few weeks back in Reimsburgh. I know we can work together to accomplish great things. In this case, instead of new shipping lanes, we're talking curtains and pillowcases." He snickered.
The delegation entered the conference room soon afterwards, and the President walked up to Ethan Foley V. "It's great to finally see you again, Supreme Dictator, nonetheless at Unity Island. I trust that you've been doing well?"
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on Feb 3, 2015 13:53:00 GMT
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Just Outside Main Conference Room, Unity IslandAs the president walked into the decaying room, he noticed a few other people. "Am I running late?" he thought. He continued walking inside, towards the closest person to him, President David Hackett. "Hello good sir, I suppose you are Mr. David Hackett, from the Hackleberry Islands?" he introduced himself. "I am afraid I have not been in contact with anybody in Kennan thus far but I hope that from this point on I can play a more bigger part in this Kennan diplomacy thing." he walked away but not before shaking hands and repeated the process with King Brian and the Spatzislavian representatives. Mr. President walked up to Ethan Foley and said, "Good morning, Supreme Dictator, I hope you are having a good day, although I doubt that looking at the state of this island. I believe we can achieve great things together, beginning with the restoration of the past glory of this island." he moved back to his seat and started on a cup of coffee.
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on Feb 3, 2015 17:09:25 GMT
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As soon as he finished his conversation with the Supreme Dictator, President Hackett with President Sánchez of Guadalajara for a minute or two: "Its great to finally meet you, President Sánchez. You'll have to excuse me for not introducing myself earlier. And yes, it'd be fantastic to have another voice in Kennan's regional government. I look forward to working with you." They chatted for a little while, and went their own separate ways.
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on Feb 3, 2015 20:50:49 GMT
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The Spaztislavian diplomats visited the representatives of the countries they had assigned, and had friendly conversations with them. This didn't assure their cooperation, but international relations were still very important. Main Conference Room Inside the room, there were delegates from all the present nations. It was surprisingly quiet for the number of people present. All the Spaztislavian diplomats presented themselves to the rest of the representatives, and sat in the are they had designated, near the centre of the room.
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on Feb 4, 2015 1:37:29 GMT
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Unity Island Regional Airport, 1:26AM
The flight was filled will all sorts of fun, drink, food, and music. Evidently enough, all this had taken the energy out of the delegation, making the plane quiet as a mouse with everyone fast asleep. Once on the ground, the pilot got out the plane, and saw a few soldiers coming towards him. He waved at them, and told them to come. The soldiers came, and the pilot said to them, "Listen, we're the delegation from Ruzzle. Right now, everyone's asleep, so we'll all stay on the plane for the night. We'll get up and go in the morning, okay?" The soldiers shrugged, and went back to their patrol. The pilot stretched his arms out, yawned, and went back to the plane. Looks like he needed some sleep time, too. Unity Regional Airport, on the runway at 8:35AM
One by one, the delegation began to wake up from their sleep, grabbing some boxes and waiting to get off. A few minutes later, they began to file out the plane, each carrying either a little box or a plant. Some soldiers escorted them to their apartment block, which was naturally in a horrid state. Damir walked up to Milos, who was looking at the building. "We shoulda brought some paint with us, huh?" Damir joked. Milos turned to him. "No, we did. Katalina has a few cans. She uh...had a hunch we'd have to use 'em." Milos replied, walking into the building with Damir. Almost immediately, the delegation began painting rooms and halls in bright colors, using the plants they brought to give the place some life. After all, before anything can be done, the place has to look pretty.
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