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Grand Syntaran Heights; ATTN: World
Topic Started: Jul 2 2013, 10:14 PM (1,907 Views)
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Syntara City, Noberian Federation
314, Autumber 15

"Winter approaches."

"It's still a month away."

"Perhaps. But it's already quite chilly."

President John Smith blinked, shifting his eyes from the window to the main across him. Chairman Meow was old, already in his late sixties—if not his earlier seventies; it was rude to ask someone’s age. How the tea cup shook as Meow brought it to his aged lips didn’t make him seem any younger. Neither did the multitude of liver spots and wrinkles that decorated his face.

“Isn’t it always?” John questioned. He chuckled lightly, reaching for his own tea cup on the coffee table. The cups were white porcelain, and reflected the cool temperature of the room. The cool touch was a little relaxing, as it reminded John of his home back in the capital.

“Ah…” the Chairman began, returning the giggles. “No. We receive winds from the northern Tobian, though also from the Arakean to the south. It makes us rather temperate.”

John snickered, shaking his head as another laugh escaped him. “I guess it must be my Noberian,” he answered. “It’s rather cold year around in the Skeel.”

Meow nodded, pursing his lips together. He set down his tea cup, taking a moment to look over his President. John was a middle-aged man, well-versed in the political games of the Federal Congress. His body showed its effects, gray hairs outnumbering his natural brown, while a few tired creases formed on his cheeks. Yet, he looked profession—a true representation of the Noberian Federation—in his charcoal suit.

Before the Chairman commented, however, a set of thick knocks resonated through the room. Within moments, the grand doors to the study screeched open.

Hegemon Gabriel Cortes was young. His face lacked the age of his two colleagues, while his hair still maintained a lush, youthful look. His body was fit, highlighted by the dark suit that alleviated the cool AC air. He was the pinnacle of the Andresian League system—where the most influential family obtained the seat of Hegemon of Andresia. More often than not, it was the Cortes Family of Andrésa.

“President Smith,” Gabriel began, nodding towards John. “Chairman Meow.”

The two returned the gesture, as Meow motioned for Gabriel to join them around the table. An aid proceeded to serve the young man tea, before withdrawing and leaving the three alone.

Two of the most powerful men on the planet were in this room. Only the President of the Nysan Organization had the capability to match their strength—no single nation compared. The petty squabbling alliances of the greater world might have constituted threats… if they hadn’t been just that: fighting amongst themselves.

The Andresian League and the Noberian Federation still maintained hegemony, which made them harder for the rest of the world to ignore—especially when the two acted jointly, as was the case.

“You two seem relaxed,” Gabriel commented, bringing the tea cup to his lips. His voice was soothing—his Jandrean spoken with a soft Andresian accent.

“The anxious err,” Chairman Meow answered.

“And to err is unacceptable,” John added.

The Hegemon snickered, taking his drink. “Let us hope the rest of the world is aware, my friends.”

Another knock. The door opened again. A suited man entered, taking a moment to study the three faces that watched him.

“The delegates are arriving,” the man announced.

“Lead them to the council chambers,” Meow ordered. “We shall make them wait.”

The man nodded, taking a slight bow before withdrawing.


Council Deliberation Chambers, Syntara City
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Chairman Meow began, standing at the podium. Gabriel and John were a few steps behind him, sitting silently behind a table. The stage they resided on was at the forefront of the amphitheater. Normally, the chamber was filled to the brim with the Syntara Governing Council—the body of educators, engineers, and scientists that ruled Syntara City—though, today, it was occupied with representatives from the world-over.

“Honored guests,” Meow continued, scanning the wall of eyes that stared back at him. “You were all invited here today for a very special reason. Hegemon Cortes and President Smith have been monitoring the affairs of the world.

“They have seen the steadily rising interest in outerspace, watched as Carpathian rockets enter the realm, the Länlanians pierce the skies, and the Chaps pollute the heavens. They have even rendered assistance in cases. Noberian satellites have cleared the radiation belts, and maintain a pristine atmosphere, while the Andresians lease their elevator and rockets to allow you access.

“However, they have also seen how the tensions rise throughout the world. Many of you would eagerly and happily smite the man beside you, or across the room. We find this prospect disconcerting.”

The Chairman nodded once, a pout on his lips, as he withdrew from the podium. Behind him, John rose to his feet, taking the microphone before him along.

“Chairman Meow is correct,” the President began. “I’m afraid that the present course is unacceptable. In Caprecia alone, a disproportionate amount of tensions run along the world—many wars on the brink of erupting, while others still rage. The Federation has no interest in intervening.

“Your squabbles and petty disagreements mean nothing to us—neither the Federation or the League.

“However, what does mean something to us is outerspace. My country has worked excruciating hard, at our own cost, to ensure the inner and outer atmosphere remains friendly to man. We have made it safer to operate space elevators, as well as satellites, by weakening the radiation belts that hug our planet. Special Noberian satellites roam the heavens, collecting dangerous objects and eradicating them in our atmosphere.

“The Federation and the League have invested heavily in the heavens, and we will not allow you to jeopardize and negate decades of work.”

The President sat, passing the stage to Gabriel. “Consequently, we have decided to invite you all here today to discuss a few treaties.

“As my colleagues have stated, we are not interested in your affairs. We simply seek to protect our labor and ensure outerspace remains clean and serviceable.

“What we are here to propose to you is a treaty. Please, read the documents on your desks.”

((OOC: Ugh, I'll continue tomorrow. Feel free to post some sort of "HERE!" post or your representative's personal thoughts--though don't say anything outloud... I still needa tell you what's going on. :P ))
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DeSchaine
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Ambassador Etain Conolly flipped open the folder in front of her, a mask of skepticism on her face. She looked back at her SPO and advisor, Maj. Gavin McKenna and smirked as he shook his head slowly. Space was of special concern to Taeunas, whose plans for areas in orbit were slowly becoming reality. She would listen to the proposals, but was certain, especially after such a touchy feely introduction, that it would not fit in with her nations plans.
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Flo
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The Florinthian delegate Harlem Buneight sat watching the speakers with feigned disinterest. After looking at most of the documents, he had determined, to his annoyance, that the Florinthians would've followed most of the stipulations already, on their own. A waste of time, effort, and fuel. he thought. He waited impatiently for when they would all have the chance to sign and leave.
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Valus
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Viscount Lykos Heralda opened the folder and began studying the points in an effort to forsee any problems the Coalition might encounter. He felt uncomfortable being surrounded by all these people. but this was important, Ibram already had the eye of the High Lords, even the High Lord Reagent, he had to do something or he might never sit in the council chambers of Terra.

Across the hall was Delegate Ironos, waiting patiently on every word of the speakers. He considered the words, their cause was honorable, calling the world to a halt on their projects to convene and discuss. Though their lack of involvement in the world so far as well as their apathetic stance towards the political world was troublesome.
Edited by Valus, Jul 3 2013, 10:38 AM.
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RC159570
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Premier Tzzak leaned forward in his chair and reached for the envelope on the desk. He tore it open and pulled out the folder. He began to scan the different pages, trying to glean as much information as he could. He was excited as the USE was about to make an announcement about a space program, maybe he could talk to some of the other delegates later about international cooperation in space.
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Lomarre
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Marco Rebarni took his seat next to the Florinthian ambassador, gave a friendly handshake to the man and used his switchblade to open the envelope. He wasn't excited to be at the meeting but SOMEONE had to represent Lomarre. He leaned over to Harlem's ear and sarcastically said, "Another waste of money, ey? Just what Oracia needs."
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Zanaro
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Commander General Arcturus sat at his desk looking at his personal laptop and he scanned the files that each delegate was given. He opened a tab showing his current position in the nations polls, this election was going to change So'Karsa forever and he needed to be the Vice Minister at the very least. Arcturus scanned the room looking for the Sainamese delegate, or the Lanlanian delegate surely they must have sent one?
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Flo
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@Lomarre:

Harlem shook and retook his seat. He laughed at Rebarni's remark. "Too true, my friend, too true. It's probably necessary. Not everyone is as peace-loving as Florinthus is, that's for sure. Better to make everyone sign than have the crazies tossing weapons up there."
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Baal
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The Fjåp delegate Erik Bjorn was cautious about this meeting. Him and his government did not want a militarised space, it’s bad enough his nation was surrounded by almost all sides but authoritarians states and the world’s creeping totalitarianism, to bring such tension in space was unthinkable, he was deep in his thoughts before he was interrupted by his Qingese counterpart Jae Fang.

Jae Fang: “Excuse me sir do you mind if I sit next to you?”

Erik Bjorn: “No, please go ahead.”

Jae Fang: “Thank you…So what does your government make of all of this?”

Erik Bjorn: “Hmm…That’s a good question, hile other nations might not think it nessasary…My government does…I mean not all governments have the general peace and stable order of the world in mind, nor are many governments of the world have leaders that are exactly…Sane.”

Jae Fang look intently at his Fjåp counterpart and smiled.

Jae Fang: “I couldn’t agree more, My government is on the same page, there are a few nations in Nysa that we are apprehensive about…I’m Jae Fang, by the way…I am pleased to meet you Mr…”

Erik Bjorn: “Bjorn…I’m Erik Bjorn…Likewise.”

They both shook hands and focused their attention to the meeting.



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Alvino Castillon
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Happily smite the person across from you. Yeah, I totally would smite the person across the room. I really didn't like the nutcase from across the room and I hoped they would die. I wanted to send the people I grew up with on the front lines of some foreign world which has little to no potential value to our nation. Yes, I absolutely WANTED to spend another two to three years watching as more people die, more civilians are harmed, and yet another generation of cynicism begins.

Oh no wait... that wasn't what I wanted at all. I hid my disgust with the opening statements and opened my folder. To my right was my dear Alessia, who had her own folder. To my left was Isara, my other dear wife who was looking over my shoulder. We read the folder quietly and I sighed softly, looking at the person across the room.

I knew that woman from long ago. She was the Nysan Organization's President, the next generation of world leaders stemming from her. She was responsible for rebuilding the Organization's credibility after the disastrous term of the former President. She was President Elanor Dewitt, a powerful woman in Nysa and with power on par with the Noberian Federation and she was bringing the Organization back on the world stage and back into significance. Now, she was considering stepping down to make way for a new President, given the circumstances. If I had to guess, I think her age was about 35ish, which made the entire rumor unusual and quite significant.

She was also an Ikariun, which made this all the more uncomfortable. She looked up and gave a simple nod to us, then looked back down at her folder. I knew she was notorious for her seriousness, but this was nuts. She rarely made eye contact with anyone and when she did, it was cold and calculating all the way. I felt Isara shudder with fear and I rubbed her hand with my own. Slowly, she calmed down and we continued to look over the folder as we awaited the next remarks.
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Jamzor the Jaxxor
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The Kubanizan ambassador was there, doing something on his phone when he realized that someone was speaking. He quickly put his phone away and focused his attention on what the speaker was saying.

The Imondan ambassador was doing something of the same.

(yo, we here)
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Svunbrink
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Torgier Zchaft the Estovžan ambassador saw his Fjåp counterpart sitting next to the Qin delegate, he crept beside him. “Well, well Mr Bjorn, we meet again I see…Do you mind if I sit here, this is probably one of few issues within the international stage of which our governments can I agree…Wouldn't you think?” He said in a soft raspy voice, he was rather enigmatic and didn't talk to much, which always hid deeper facets of his personality.

Meanwhile on the other side of the conference hall a dark haired woman looked to be in her mid 30’s to early 40’s, wearing and all black pinstriped business pants suit entered, her name was Janä Grae representing the Kingdom of Belgëreich. A nation dedicated to diplomatic neutrality and economic development, her nation has seen the rise of totalitarian states and over militaristic nations behave in a less than savoury manner on Oracia. Her government was very adamant about not wanting that type of belligerent behaviour to extend into space as well. He quietly took her seat next to the Royals from Ikarius without saying a word.
Edited by Svunbrink, Jul 4 2013, 09:17 PM.
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Falsea
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Stephens released a sigh of discontent as he skimmed the contents of the folder given to him. The Falsean Premier, representing the People's Republic of Falsea in this conference, was leaning back on his chair as he and his companion awaited the conference to unfold and the holders of this meeting to continue with their agenda. To his right was Lara Hopkins, Minister of External Affairs.

The uncharted expanse of space was something not taken seriously ever since the 1970s, and to be dragged into this conference was nothing less of a nuisance to the Premier. Domestic problems including rising civil unrest in the country's rural provinces and seaside disasters plaguing the west demanded more attention than this, he thought. Nonetheless, the issue with space was something that needed to be clarified. With Oracia being on the brink of international war already, chucking weapons to the empyrean would make matters worse. Very worse.

As he and Minister Hopkins whispered amongst themselves on various areas of concern back home, the delegates sitting to their left were already discussing their course of action.

Scarlet Moon's foreign minister Taisen Masaharu, a tall man with pale white skin and black orbs discreetly moving left to right from his slit-like eyes, was discussing something in his native language with Kaito Toyama, the minister for armaments from Scarlet Moon. The former was half-convincing, half-threatening the latter to support the move for the banning of space weapons, something the ambitious Toyama has been dreaming of for months in the face of rising demands for armament innovation directly from the Emperor himself.

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Elena Lozac'h, Lady Elena as she preferred to be called, fidgeted in her chair and shuffled the papers in front of her. She had been left to hang, sent to this conference which was arguably one of the most important Kingborough would ever attend, as perhaps her first foreign diplomatic trip in sixteen years as Foreign Minister.

The Counts and Countesses, who would normally represent Kingborough to any such meeting, had not felt they could risk their skin in such a volatile conference on the other side of the world in two nations who no one in the world could hope to defeat in a war. One of them had even claimed it was a plot to kill off the world's heads of state so Noberia and Andresia could conquer the known planet.

As a result Elena now found herself sitting in an auditorium full of world leaders, politicians, diplomats and other such figures from dozens of nations - most of whom would love to get their claws into their neighboring delegates for any manner of reasons.

She silently cursed her superiors for sending her to this conference as she listened to Noberian President speak. They would kill her if she made the wrong decision today!
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Twirling a pen between his fingers Filip Obraniak did his utmost to pay attention but as the voice drowned on he found himself listening in to the other conversations going on around the table with the words being exchanged between the Florinthian and Lomarre representatives being the easiest for him to catch.

- 'No doubt, Mr Buneight, that is the most apt summary as to why most of us are here.'

He commented in a dry tone.
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