Atlas Negotiations in Calingus [ATLAS ONLY|IC]

[The High Lords]

NEGOTIATIONS CONFERENCE

CALINGUS, LOVARIUM DOMINION

It was Sunday, on the first of February, a cause for celebration for the Unified Dominion of the High Lords. Throughout the city of nearly 34 million inhabitants, patriotism was in the air. Truly, the city was composed of two separate cities, Calingus Major (CALINGVS MAIOR), and Calingus Minor (CALINGVS MINOR). Once, they had been two separate settlements - miles apart. However, over centuries of development and expansion as the Lovarium Dominion's capital city, the cities of Calinium and Moragus combined to create Calingus.

Today, however, the Uptown and Downtown would be decorated to the maximum, banners flying from skyscrapers, flags on every other streetlight, and the occasional marching troop venturing to the center of the city. In the old towns, towers would fly banners, and every house would have a flag flying proudly from the roof-poles. But the center of attention was in front of the Senate Hall, in the center of the downtown area of Calingus Major. The Senate Hall towered over the Forum and the Green Square, with its pillars rising proud and the banners draping from the roof. In the center of the square, the tallest flagpole in the city stood, flying the Diamond Matrix proudly. The Diamond Matrix, a symbol of the Grönist Movement from the 1860's, had flown in the Green Square since 1888, always reminding the Dominion of the struggles of the Grönist Reform, the price that was paid, and what future was yet to come.

The Consul of the Lovarium Dominion began the festivities of the founding of the Lovarium Dominion with a short speech, a traditional one that was repeated annually.

"Citizens of the Lovarium Dominion, it has been 2,500 years that our nation has stood. 2,500 years this year, that our nation has weathered the winds of time, borne the brunt of violence, carried the weight of the poor and downtrodden, and labored for the future. It is now, that our future finally comes to light. Our great nation had humble beginnings, as a conglomeration of tribes, wandering around the plains of Nothern Sempit. These tribes settled, and banded together, forming small settlements that eventually linked further together.

Then arose a great Empire of the likes that the world had never seen, and may never see again. Spanning the vast stretches of Northern and Central Sempit, the Lovarii Empire ruled for centuries on end. Invention, innovation, and great feats were accomplished. Great works of literature, art, and architecture remain today. One of the world's largest religions arose in this time, spurred on by the Empire.

The Western Empire was assimilated with Roski, as a great act between nations, forging the bonds of cooperation and security in the future. The Empire in the East, the Lovarium Empire, was transformed into the Lovarium Dominion, a nation for the ages. Through the era of knights, archers, and massive armies, the Lovarium Dominion continued to keep peace and stability in the region, along with its neighboring allies.

Then the Dominion passed into the age of the seas, sending ship after ship, flotilla after flotilla into the waters beyond. We discovered vast and far lands, with great civilizations on them. Founded in this era, a strong tradition of trade and commerce continues with the rest of the world. Trade routes cris-cross the seas, many of them entering and leaving this great nation of ours.

Then we passed into the industrial era, where out nation created many things, invented many things, and destroyed many things. This was the darkest hour of our nation - the Unification War. The relatively quiet Dozher Empire to the North had grown restless, and war broke out. Hundreds of thousands upon thousands died for the security of each nation, but the Dominion was supreme. Along with allies, we were able to construct an unification for the modern era. Then the great Grönist Movement was founded, turning the Dominion in a direction that was never thought possible. The turn of the century came, and the Dominion prospered. We created companies, corporations, manufactured technologies like never before, and intelligently did this for the benefit of all citizens.

Our history leads to our modern success. It is up to us, the children of today, to maintain this success, and honor our forefathers of ages old. We owe it to ourselves, our history, and to the world."

Thus concluded the speech of Consul Felix Cornelius, and he gave out a "Ave!" (Hail). There was left a short moment of silence, which was broken by a resounding "AAAVEEE!" Then another came, and another. A total of eight times, Ave was called by the crowd. Afterwards, a great military parade let out, with soldiers going around the Green Square, and down the Way of Caesar. Trucks, Jeeps, and Tanks soon followed, which finished off with a spectacular aerial display.

But that wasn't the most important part of the day for Felix Cornelius. He was more concerned with the delegations from nations that would be coming to the Negotiations Conference that he had announced weeks earlier. The Lovarii security forces had been preparing for day after day to try to assure the safety of all foreign delegates, and the Senate Hall was also being prepared for their arrivals. The Senate Chamber was being retrofitted with appropriate chairs, tables, name cards, anything that was necessary. They were also putting up the flags of the nations above their respective positions, just as an added touch.

The delegations from the foreign nations would be arriving at the Galilean Airport, one of the most modern airports in the country - built in 2011. From there, a Green Giant would take them to a landing pad just southwest of the Senate Hall. From there, a motorcade would take them to the Senate Hall, the delegates would be greeted on the outside, and taken on a brief tour of the Hall and its history.

Stannin Robbins, the President of the Senate, was speaking every now and then, as delegates were arriving. "Welcome to the Lovarii Senate Chamber, please take your seats. We will be starting when all promised delegates arrive. Thank you." and the occasional Senator would come down from the balconies above, and speak of their District....

[OOC: You may RP the arrivals of your delegations, and the seating in the Senate Chamber. We will be beginning talks on MONDAY.]

[OOC: FYI TO EVERYONE, MY DOZHER WAR HAS NOT BEGUN YET. THE TWO STATES OF LOVARIUM AND DOZHER ARE NOT AT WAR. FELIX CORNELIUS IS NOT A DICTATOR.

[Huda]

Galilean Airport, Calingus, The Dominion.
2/1/2015.
Presidente Zaheer Abbas.

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A strong and powerful nation.

I've always wondered how Huda still survived, not eaten by the hoards of invaders in the Atlasian World War. The nation could be most prominently be heard of when it was conquered by the British. It gained independence in a style similar to the South Asians; the British gave up rule in 1947. It seemed almost inevitable that was to happen. Countless Hudian protests, and the major riots in Fatemabagh. Soon after, came the rule of Khawja Nurul Huda: my great grandfather. I never knew him; I was too young to ever meet him. Nevertheless, his democratic rule ended in the end of his term. Surprisingly, he was re-elected once more. But when it came to the time he retired, and his son decided to continue his legacy; my grandfather was deposed in a coup by a selfish dictator. But the dictatorship was overthrown in 1971... long ago. Since then, we've taken the advantage of updating our armed forces, improving our economy and so much more.

Now, a powerful nation of 67,000,000+ people, 300,000 active military personnel and 800,000 reserve decided to finally intervene in the politics of the world... the world of Atlas. The flight wasn't too long. The Dominion were in Sempit, similar to Huda. It was time to have allies too. The process of indigenous weaponry-making for Huda began. Hopefully, time will come we make our own weaponry, proudly hoisting the Hudian flag. Oh yeah, as I was. The flight didn't take long. We landed soon enough. The large plane; an A380 touched down on the airport. As it stopped, I walked down the tarmac, to the dozen journalists there. Two Abbas Force guards followed me in their "future warrior" gear. I calmly walked to the expected Green Giant helicopter. I saluted the soldiers in it, as we got on to the go to the senate hall. From there, we took this motorcade to the hall. Boring, was one word. We just heard the history and the hall. Soon enough, we took our seats. Earliest, by far.

[Luepola]

Galilean Airport
Calingus, Lovarium

"Going for final touchdown."

As the geographically closest nation to Lovarium, Luepola was one of the first nations to have its delegate arrive. The LAiI F3, patterned after the Learjet and similar aircraft, made the trip from Vuodz to Calingus in mere hours. Onboard was the Luepolan delegate, Mrs. Petra Ckaitsa, and her military bodyguard entourage, armed with Vektor SP1 pistols. Luepolan international ambassadors and delegates were usually civilians, unlike most other government positions, and they were exclusively female; this served to increase the appeal of Luepola to foreign nations, if only slightly.

The wheels hit the ground soon after they had been lowered. So as to make the landing smoother and more comfortable, the STOL capabilities of the jet were not used, but the jet instead slowly rolled to a taxi, using the majority of the runway. Looking out the window, Petra could see the main terminal of the Galilean Airport; this, however, was not her destination.

"Ssar, ka rotokrafhan sal aki." her aide told her, pointing out the window to the HH-53 sitting on the tarmac a short distance away.

"Spazeva."

The F3's stair ramp lowered. Two of Petra's bodyguards descended down the stairway first, before offering their assistance to Petra as she trod down the steep stairs. At the bottom, she was met by a Lovarii official. "Greetings, madame. Welcome to the Lovarium Dominion."

"Thank you, sir." Petra replied.

"About your bodyguards, though; you won't need them. Our nation's military and police forces will be providing the security here."

One of the bodyguards stepped forward and tried to argue with the Lovarii official. "Sal komaitla. Ssar Petra-"

He stopped when Petra grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away. "Ní. Sal sipes boán. Saó divate." She turned to the Lovarii official. "My apologies, good sir. Can you see to it that my men are given a place to stay during the conference?"

"Yes, of course, madame." he said. He then motioned to the jeep that was to take them to the helicopter. Petra sat in the passenger seat while the official took the rear seat. A short drive later, they were next to the HH-53, its engine already beginning to power up. Petra was ushered onboard the helicopter. She took her seat and put the flight headphones on and waited for takeoff. She was shortly joined by a small group of Lovari soldiers, presumably being rotated to duty at the center itself.

After a few minutes, the helicopter began to vibrate as it rose into the sky. Looking out the window, Petra could see the Calingus skyline. Though impressive, it was not necessarily awe-inspiring; the skylines of Vuodz and Kilíts were just as bold; both of which Petra had seen multiple times. Besíní's skyline once matched against these as well. It had since been scarred by the Roskian ICBM attack, and its iconic bridge destroyed.

This was at the forefront of Petra's mind. Until recently, the majority of the Luepolan military forces had been focused on Chazicaria, with a smaller airborne force providing security behind friendly lines in Carsodonia, and Petra had previously believed most of her dialogue would be her defending the Carsodonian delegate in his demands. She still intended to do just that, and she hoped to speak personally with the Carsodonian delegate before the meeting commenced.

But the actions of the Roskian military revolving around the sunken LNS Surogorsk now took center stage in her mental planning. Rather than rescue the sailors, even though they would become prisoners of war, the Roskians instead massacred the crew of the submarine, firing its payload at Adampian and Luepolan civilian centers, and then dragging the commander, Captain Rigus Mareccku, into public and subjecting him to torture that was considered extreme and barbaric even by Luepolan standards. Petra was well aware of how the Luepolan government operated; there would no doubt be reprisals against Roskians living in Luepola, and POW treatment of their soldiers would be considerably worse. Nevertheless, this was trivial compared to the massacre of nearly 4,000 Luepolans and an unfathomable number of Adampians.

Before she realized it, the helicopter was already descending onto the landing pad in front of the council chamber building. Petra stood up once the helicopter came to a halt, but waited for the soldiers to disembark before doing so herself. At the bottom of the helicopter's steps, she was greeted by another guide, who directed her into the meeting hall. Upon entering the room, Petra immediately noticed the flags planted around the room. Finding her seat would be easy; she just had to find the Luepolan 'Red Belt'. While searching for her flag, she noticed the Roskian flag. For a brief moment, she considered knocking it over as a sign of her rage. She quickly dismissed the thought and kept looking, quickly finding her own. Petra then walked to her seat, sat, and rested her head on the cushioned seat while waiting for the rest of the delegates to come in.

[Ordia]

Victor had been on the plane for hours, crossing from one airport to the next. The finally landed at Galilean Airport. They drove their way down the long track and finally pulled to a stop. Disembarking he entered a vehicle was driven off through the large airport complex. The vehicle crossed through miles of the city of Calingus. The people took little notice of the vehicle and the diplomat as they drove through, the city was in the middle of celebrating it's history. Streets were packed with citizens, which would be normal, but they seemed more alive than anything. The vehicle continued to pass them with Victor inside, looking about the city.

The vehicle finally reached what was described as the senate chamber which would be hosting the event. Victor exited his vehicle and made his way inside, as the vehicle departed with his belongings to store them for him. The middle-aged official entered the building and could see it bustling with activity as government officials and employees met and went about their day. The main hearing chamber looked empty, so it appeared he was either one of the first to arrive or one of the few. Hopefully this would not be an issue, for if more were to arrive there would certainly be many other issue to discuss, and it would understandably become heated. If there was anything he could do for his country, it was to step out from rank and simply be honest, perhaps more so than his own government would wish of him...

Victor found a seat within the large room, which appeared to only contain one other delegate, who appeared to be Hudian. This was more surprising than anything else the tired delegate has seen so far. Their country has been very quiet as of late. It will be of even more interest to see what their interests are in this event, or of what if anything they will wish to discuss. If a Hudian official as shown up, there is no telling what other characters will arrive, and what complaints they will wish to argue about. Regardless, this could be one of Atlases best chances at working things out.

"But if other officials were arriving, of what was their degree of loyalty?" Some of the nations that might attend have lower levels of liberty, and demand much loyalty. It was a thought just now hitting Victor, that there may really be some hard cases here. Things could be fruitful if anything successful was had here, and the results of failure, which seemed very possible would be even more disastrous.

[Lzherusskia]

Not for the first time that morning, Captain Valentin Yuritsky regretted leaving his greatcoat behind.

As Lzherusskia's ambassador to the Lovarium Dominion, it had fallen to him to greet the Commissar upon his arrival at the Galilean Airport and, as befitted the leader of a populous and powerful nation, a small hangar had been set aside for the Commissarial Jet. Even if somebody had been able to convince the security services of the world to allow their leaders to disembark in the main terminal and ignore the incredible dangers that posed, the stream of high-profile arrivals would have crippled normal service, and it seemed rather rude to do that to the host nation. And so, Captain Yuritsky stood at ease outside Hangar 18, flanked by a pair of guards and feeling the ravages of a cold wind made all the harsher by the lack of any buildings to properly break it.

The lack of guards had come as a surprise to Captain Yuritsky. Anywhere else in the world and even knowing the Commissar's distaste for such displays, the arrival of the national leader on foreign soil would have merited a full honour guard and the entire embassy's contingent of soldiers would have been turned out in greeting. This time, however, there was to be no honour guard, no paegantry, just the bare minimum - the Honoured Minister had said it was a deliberate choice, to give truth to the words that Lzherusskia was committed to remaining as neutral as they could be in the Curente War - but it still felt unnatural.

They had been there for a full quarter of an hour before Igor spotted the Jet and the pilot brought it in to land, and not a moment too soon. It would hardly have done to greet the most powerful man in the nation with chattering teeth. His two men snapped smartly to attention and, after flaring his cuffs and straightening his distinguished service medal, Captain Yuritsky joined them as the Jet's door opened out.

The Commissar had clearly come to make an impression. Like Yuritsky and the guards, he had chosen to wear his formal dress uniform - the heavy black top-coat and trousers, combat boots shone to an impeccable shine and peaked cap - but it was augmented with every single one of the trappings he only wore on national holidays. The cogwheel and crossed swords emblem had the soft shine of real gold, not the military brass normally in use; no less than seven medals nestled side-by-side on his left breast, all won for valorous deeds during his service; and unless Yuritsky missed his guess, that was...no. "Is that...?"

"Yes," said the Commissar, chuckling quietly at his ambassador's reaction. "You know your history, Captain Yuritsky." It was completely the reverse of protocol for the superior officer to salute first, but Yuritsky was obviously transfixed by the sword at his belt. And why not? Few ever got to see the fabled Ammechar in person. More than two hundred years old, the Ammechar first belonged to Patrik Kochenkov, one of the two brothers who led the Mjatesz Uprising that saw the fall of the Mineyev royal family, and Kochenkov had been wielding the sword when the revolutionaries first took the Imperial Palace and captured the Crown Prince and Princess.

Most Lzher citizens knew that history of it. What far fewer were aware of was the blood on its blade since. While most Lzher criminals sentenced to the death penalty could look forward to a last cigarette in front of a firing squad, those convicted of stivarov lis khizmen - crimes against the nation, such as treason, acts of terrorism or attempts on the life of the Commissar himself - would end their days at the hands of the Ammechar. It was a butcher's blade, an executioner's weapon, and the fact the Commissar had chosen not just to remove it from the nation for the first time but that that first time was a peace conference was surely a bad sign.

"Thank you, sir," replied Yuritsky, at last returning the salute. "The Dominion has provided a car and their driver is ready to leave now. He is merely waiting on your pleasure." He gestured and the driver, obviously watching, started the engine. "Would you like us to accompany you in the car or provide a tail, sir?"

"Neither." The Commissar had refused to fly with a military attache despite the protests of his Cabinet, and he had no intention of changing the plan now. "This is a peace conference and I am not going to be the one who refuses to show faith. However," he smiled, looking over at the waiting car, "I would appreciate your presence, Captain."

"Mine, sir?" Yuritsky was less surprised than he was confused. "I am merely an ambassador, I would...that is, I would not..."

The Commissar cut across his protestations. "You have lived in the Dominion for some years. You must have a reasonable understanding of the people, the political climate, the ins and out of Lovarii society. I, on the other hand, have a dossier. Moreover, you are a skilled diplomat and some would say that is an area I am little lacking in." He grinned, before adding, "Others would say it is an area I am extremely lacking in."

"I am..." Yuritsky was struggling for the appropriate word. He'd studied political theory at university and while he would never have admitted it to anybody other than his wife, he had always been a supporter of the various pro-democratic movements that took the spotlight from time to time. Life may have treated him well under the Domovin Regime but, at heart, Yuritsky had always believed it was a basic human right to have a say in their leaders...and yet the trust the Commissar was placing in him was a sweet poison to swallow. The Commissar had always had a charisma about him, but to experience that charisma first-hand was doing a number on Yuritsky's principles. "I am flattered, sir. You place great faith in me, I-I hope I can repay you this."

"I believe you will." Clapping Yuritsky on the shoulder, the Commissar turned and started to walk towards the car. "Let's not keep the good driver waiting any longer, shall we?" After a few minutes to let Yuritsky dismiss the guards and inform his wife of the change in situations, the Captain climbed into the car and sat opposite the Commissar. "Is there anything you need, Captain?"

"No, sir, thank you." His wife hadn't been too pleased and something in her tone indicated disbelief, but he'd clear that up later. "I understand we will be flown to the Senate Hall, the helicopter isn't far."

The Commissar grimaced. More flying. "Very well."

It was a small comfort, however, that the chopper laid on was something he'd dealt with before - the Green Giant was a classic design and as safe as any method of transport out there. By itself, it was not quite enough to completely put the Commissar at ease but, as he climbed up into the helicopter's body, he noticed they weren't alone. The woman was a stranger to him, evidently not being a national leader herself, but that was hardly a surprise; the important thing was that now, the Commissar absolutely had to keep his cool. His airborne panic attacks were rare, but were they rare enough? "Ma'am," he offered as greeting.

[Carsodonia]

Galilean Airport
Calingus, Lovarium

"We are coming in for a landing, so everyone please take your seats."
*Primer Heaften with 4 KGB and his top CIA Agent for protection sat in their seats andnfelt the plane descend to the runway felling the butterflys Heaften shifts a little as his stomach feels cold inside, the wheels would touch the ground amazingly smooth and the roar of the engines would start into reverse to slow the plane until it stopped, where it would proceed to taxi to the dock they were designated to go to. Heaften's Jet was one of his smaller ones that had huge comfortable chairs and even a bsd in the back, it had 100inch TVs that linked to Carsodonian channels and they were currently on the news. Everything was getting really stressful at home and the people were starting to feel it. But Heaften knew his people are strong an can hold out, he wasn't going to return home though, his term was up and he was beat fair and square by Vladimir Voloski a man Heaften both hated and respected, he is going to change the government to a democracy and if that is what the people want then he would accept it. This is to be his last act as Primer and he hopes to make peace as his last action in office before he leaves to Mirevia to be with his wife. The plane would stop and the door lower, First off were the 4 KGB members then Special Agent Rory of the CIA, they would set up around the stairs with blank faces and watch everywhere. Heaften would head to the exit but before exiting say to the pilots* "beautiful landing guys." *the pilots would smile and say thank you. Heaften would step down the stairs and being surrounded by his men they would head to the heli waiting for them, they would all climb in and head to the Senate building....*

*They would arrive and unload, Heaften would fix his white military dress uniform and all his medals and sword and pistol, then would walk to the meeting area and would only hear the clanking of his shoes and his mens, the KGB would have clear earpieces and be harder to spot, they had dark shades on and in suits, their arsenal would be unknown to Heaften, then there was Rory his best agent, he had dark shades on and a non visable earpiece that matched his skin town and was in his ear, heaften also didn't know what he had on him. They would enter the meeting Senate chamber where they would find their spot and heaften would sit with his men behind him.*

[Mirevia]

Calingus, Lovarium
Galilean Airport

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The Empress was in her private room,thinking amongst herself,occasionally looking down at her crown,when the intercom of the Boeing VC-25 came on. The VC-25 had the markings all over of the Mirevian Government,as it was used for official purposes in other countries,this was one time she had used it.

After moments of silence,the voice of the pilot of the VC-25 spoke "We are on our final descent to Lovarium." The intercom clicked off,and members of her security forces started knocking at her door and was speaking Native Mirevian.

"Vi kommer att eskortera dig ut ur planet när den berör ner , Ers Majestät." A security officer said through the door,as the plane contacted the ATC tower of Galilean Airport. (We will escort you out of the plane when it touches down, Your Majesty.)

The plane had gotten clearance to land,and did so,as the intercom clicked on again,the pilot spoke. "Looks like they weren't kidding when they said,Any delegates didn't have to worry about being protected. Anyways it's safe to leave now." A faint laugh came through as the intercom.

Akira had stood up,her black and purple dress,which was Mirevian Royalty colors,almost reaching down to the floor,as she grabbed her crown and placed it on her head. She walked to her door,unlocking it and walked out being escorted by her guards,as the descended from the plane first and helped her down. She smiled at the delegate,as she tried to speak her best English to the delegate greeting them from the plane. She had greeted him generously back and was escorted by her bodyguards to the helicopter,where she and turned to them and spoke.

"Jag vet att du har dina beställningar från parlamentet för att skydda mig , men jag tror inte det behövs . De har , från vad jag har hört under de senaste dagarna en fest på gång . , Så det kommer att vara extra skyddad idag." (I know you have your orders from Parliament to protect me , but I do not think it is needed. They have , from what I have heard in recent days, a party going on. So there will be extra protected today.) Akira said to one of her bodyguards. The bodyguards face turned to a somewhat somber expression as he spoke

"Men , Ers Majestät , kommer Loke har vår huvud."(But,Your Majesty, Loki will have our head.) the bodyguard had said.

"Om det är bara för att behaga Loke då kan du följa med , ta de andra två som är med dig och låt oss gå. " (If it's just to please Loki then you come along, take the other two who are with you and let us go.) Akira spoke back to him,before she had boarded the Green Giant, put on the protective headset and sat in one of the seats,as the helicopter spun up and started flying to it's designated area,it landed and a motorcade escorted them to the Senate Chambers.

She was greeted again,by what must have been another delegate,she thanked the man,as she was escorted in. She quickly looked around for her seat and proceeded to sit down.

[Globus]

10 miles from Galilean Airport
Onboard Merridell Three, Boeing 737-800 BBJ

Raymond Shane, the Secretary of State, had just finished looking over his agenda for the Atlas Negotiations Conference, before glaring out the window with sad eyes. Over the past two hours, Shane had been tediously reviewing his synopsis of the war and reports about the countries involved in the war.

Prior to departure, he met with President Auguste Comte to discuss Globus’ goals for the conference. If the discussion they had could be summed up in one word, it would be ‘peace’. Comte made it clear that the only agreement to come out of that chamber room had better be peace. And perhaps Shane was the first to hear Comte confess that Globus had remained detached from the war far too long, costing millions of lives. The last words Shane heard from Comte were “give this region peace”. Those words, repeated again and again in Shane’s head, feeding him the determination to do just that; give the region peace.

The Boeing 737-800 BBJ touched down and taxied to its designated parking location. Shane disembarked the plane and was escorted to an awaiting vehicle that drove him to the Green Giant. After a short 10 minute flight in the helicopter, it landed at its designated location, where the motorcade awaited for the trip to the Senate Hall.

The Senate Hall was architecturally impressive. As a history buff, Shane was pleased that he was given a tour and a history lesson of the hall. It was nice to step aside from his stressful business duties for a moment and indulge himself in history. After touring the hall for an hour, Shane entered the chamber room and assumed his seat.

[Democratic Union of Cydonia]

Štefan Kováč, the Foreign Minister of Cydonia, was in his private room. He was sitting in a chair next to a table smoking an unfiltered cigarette and thought about what to do. Štefan couldn’t get much sleep during the long flight and spent most of his time thinking amongst himself in his room. There was a knock on his door and he asked who it was.

“It’s Yuri, sir. I’m just letting you know we are entering Lovarium airspace soon.”

“Thank you Yuri. I’ll be out in a while.”, Štefan said to Yuri, one of 5 body guards on board the plane.

Soon enough the intercom came on alerting the passengers of the plane that they’d entered Lovarium airspace and they be on the ground shortly. The pilots had made contact with the air command at the Galilean Airport and began to touch down at their designated landing strip and taxied to the end of the runway.

“Yuri, you and the others stay with the aircraft. You will not be needed as they have their own guards.”, Štefan said to Yuri.
“Sir we have to stay by you. We’re required to.”

“Everything will be fine. If your needed I will make contact with you.”, Yuri said as he put his pack of cigarettes in his jacket pocket and stepped out of the Learjet and headed for the Green helicopter waiting nearby. He put on his headset that was handed to him and he looked out the window at the ground below as he wondered where the helicopter was taking him.

They landed at a helipad minutes away from the airport and after he got out he was again greeted by Lovarium personnel and he got into the motorcade that awaited him. He was then driven to the Sentate Hall where the peace talks were happening. The motorcade stopped outside and as he got out and headed for the Hall’s entrance he was greeted by a man, likely someone of importance. As he was taken on the tour of the hall he looked to be paying attention and he wanted to pay attention to what the man was saying about the Hall’s history and such but his mind was on more important matters. After that was done he was taken to the area where the peace talks were to be held and he took his seat. Štefan watched as other delegates entered the hall and he took mental notes of who was from where.
A cigarette would be great right now …. He thought to himself.

[New Hayabusa]

A-77 "God of the Clouds"
The Queen's Private Jet
Inside Lovarii Airspace
Dusk

"Beginning the landing sequence now, please fasten your seatbelts. Given these clouds, we may be in for a bumpy ride."

The Queen of Hayabusa did not fasten her seatbelt, instead, she grabbed herself a parachute from the above compartments, and simply sat there as the plane circled around a few times, and began to descend in a slow fashion. Seat belts restricted her movement if the plane were to malfunction, so she always sat without one and had a parachute at the ready during landings. She was described as a safety guru by fellow royals and nobility... this was one of the reasons for that given description. But, the attention she paid to her safety was justified, ever since the Braevara incident of 2014, where items in her own bedroom were found to be rigged with explosives from Braevara and his old Convist Insurgency.

The conference in Calingus was a bittersweet matter for the Queen. By all means, she wanted to contribute to discussing peace with the opposing nations and end the highly costly war that spread to all corners of the world; but, that meant she had to miss her own son's royal wedding with the Legatian Princess Cassia. She and the King had spent years prepping him for a moment like that one, and the fact that she wasn't able to be there for him, not able to witness the union of two powers, was truly a bummer.

Looking out of the window, the large plane was now below the thick overcast, and for the most part, outside of the turbulent zone. The city of Calingus, both Major and Minor, could be seen clearly now, a beautiful mix of modern architecture and Roman/medieval-styled architecture as well. The Queen was rather young, and hadn't traveled much outside of Currente, besides to Viridisolum. But when she witnessed the beauty that the North of Sempit possessed, she insantly knew she would be back to the Lovarii Dominion... when it's relations with the Dozher had stabilised. As they neared closer and closer to the ground, the mighty Senate Hall came into view, a vast and expertly constructed building indeed. There were helicopters and motorcades rushing over in the direction of the Senate Hall, presumably the delegates of other nations. "It appears that I'm late!" she said.

"No, Your Grace, we are 25 minutes early, actually. Those delegates are simply early birds," said one of the 2 guards she brought along on the trip, "we'll be on time if we continue with this pace."

The pilot interrupted the conversation via the intercom. "Touching down in seconds."

Surprised, the Queen looked out the window, and the A-77 was already practically touching the runway of the Galilean Airport. "Are you mad!? Did you dive?"

"Your Grace," the other guard (the best in Hayabusa) said, "you were zoned out for a bit looking at the city, and then you turned away and looked down. You seemed quite deep in thought. I think you might have been in one of those moments where you think deeply about a subject, so deeply that you void it in your mind when you snap back to reality."

"Ah, one of those again. I was probably thinking about Edward's marriage, or Hailey's media issues... well, what does it matter? We are here now," she said as the plane halted, and a large helicopter was seen outside her window, "let's hurry now. Thank you, Captain Dawson. I can always count on you to land me safely."

The Green Giant

The pilot tipped his hat as the Queen and her 2 guards, holding Beretta MX4's stepped down the deployed stairs and quickly made their way over to the cover of the helicopter before the press and media could get too many pics, or swarms of annoying reporters were able to surround her. The 2 guardians in their pitch black armour stood on the side rails of the helicopter in front of the door, blocking their view of the Queen from where they were standing. She hated camera flashes. As more and more poured in, the helicopter off, and sped away into the skies.

The Senate Hall

Queen Elizabeth, of course followed by her guards, walked up the steps of the Senate Hall she had admired so deeply earlier, and took in the scenery and magnificent thought and execution that was put in to the architectural design of the building. A tour guide wearing a hat came up to her and bowed, ushering her and the guards into the gigantic palace, explaining the historical background and meaning of each detail that they passed by in the inner corridors of the palace. After a few minutes of exploration and enjoyment, the guide opened the door to the actual chambers, where the Queen quickly found a seat and sat down, pulling out her iPhone and going over her agenda once more. Her guards fanned out to the outer walls of the chamber, standing stiffly and holding their MX4s at the ready.

OOC: As most of you can probably tell, I was rushing at the end. I may have missed some things. THL, TG me if you'd like me to change something about my post. Thanks!

[Valaran]

The Valaran Prime minister was silent throughout the helicopter ride. He seemed wrapped up within himself, barely acknowledging his surroundings, though his eyes bored into anything he stared at. He fastened his coat around him further; the chill seeped in anyway.

This was a change of pace for William Hesseren. His first few days as leader, and the months before of securing that position had done that too him. There was no easy accession, but instead a hard fight to the top, even after the election. And once he had reached it, he found the place a trap in effect. He'd been forced into a war he'd wanted no part in, against nations he'd rather not fight with and allies he rather not fight beside.

However, that had changed when the first deaths came in. He'd realised the true burden of leadership then. Yes, he'd done unenviable things before, but attending the first funerals, and realising those men and women were dead due to his actions, that was different. No person with any sense of morality could not feel a blow from that, and Hesseren took it hard. He told himself that this was a good thing, that it meant he still cared. But like all things, it was never so simple. He'd never known these people personally, but watching the grieving families of the dead, it gave him an insight, an emotional connection. They were all his children now. And he was already failing them.

But worse than the sadness was the anger. Its bitter thorns had already pierced him, and by now they had taken hold. The anger was unfocused; it lashed out at many things, which was why Hesseren kept it tightly within his frame. Even so, it burned, the thorns becoming white-hot with fury. Hesseren was now angry at many things. But he reserved the worst anger for his nation's enemies, the ones who had killed his people. Their names were etched into his mind, inscribed with ruins of hate.

The guards didn't help the atmosphere, of course. Seeing as the Dominion had sought to provide extensive practical security, they were in full ceremonial uniform, with segmented armour and helmets, painted in the Imperial colours of Cerulean blue and black, and emblazoned with rearing drakes and phoenixes, the Crest of House Skaran. It was designed to be striking, and with no small degree of menace. To Hesseren's mind their faceless, menacing forms were symbols of the war, of his anger.

Thus, the Prime minister barely noticed his passing through Galilean Airport, or the short trip to the landing pad. The city, and its marvels was a blur, the skyscrapers indistinct amsses. Some part of him vaguely regretted that. But it was hardly important to him now. Upon arrival, he forced a smile to appear, politely refusing a tour. His body registered events, but his mind was on other things. He lacked the ice or the schemes of his predecessor, yet Hesseren was in no mood to be trifled with.

The prime Minister came for peace. Yet in his mind blazed war.

[Roski]

Roskian Military General Nikita Matruski arrived using a Karuty ZD-90 (Note: not!Antonov) in Calingus, where he seem digusted yet intrigued.

He had been demanded to go to Calingus, and he accepted it as an excuse to go to the capital of Lovarium, a great ally of Roski.

But he was disgusted when they said he was attending a peace talk. He had been perfectly sound with the intent to murder every single fascist, but he decided to keep a semi-open mind.

His order was simple, if he were to get peace, than it was to either crush the Fascists, or keep either side from requiring anything.

He would attempt to sit as close to the Lovarium delegation as he could, but he didn't know exactly what woulod happen.

Otherwise, he would keep mostly to himself. He had no desire to talk to other leaders, especially not those supporting Adampia or Versail.

[Sde Dov]

Galilean Airport, 16:44, February 3

President Vladimir Putrov's Boeing 777-300ER pulled up to the VIP area. On the fuselage were the titles "THE UNION OF SDE DOV." and a red, blue and yellow cheatline.

"Sde Dov One, welcome to the Dominion of The High Lords." said the air traffic controller.
"Thank you." said the captain as he turned into his parking position.

As soon as the aircraft was properly parked, the pilots promptly completed the engine shutdown checklist.

The welcome delegation was already waiting for the President. Finally, the whine of the powerful GE90-115B engines died down and the portable stairs pulled up to the aircraft. TV crews and photographers positioned themselves for a good view of the President, as this was his first official state visit. The doors finally opened on the red, white and yellow 777. A Sde Dovian Secret Service agent stepped out of the door. The President stepped out of the jet, with his trademark wave from his stint as the Foreign Minister. While the President walked down, the [url=presidential hymn]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dYY2r1O3bzQ[/url] began to play. He then walked over to the Sde Dovian Ambassador and an official. He shook their hands.

"Izi natirye, it sufir u klati!" (Let's go, the helicopter is waiting!) said one of his aides in Sde Dovian.

The President followed the aide to the waiting Green Giant, and gave another wave as he entered the helicopter.

[Bratislav]

Minister of Foreign Affairs, Sokol Begorev

The Minister of Foreign Affairs for the Republic of Bratislav, Sokol Begorev, has arrived in The High Lords. He is accompanied by several military officials that will consult him on the ongoing military situation at the Bratislavian-Cydonian border. The Bratislavian Government has recently acquired powerful, long-range missiles from New Carloso, a close military ally.

Analysts believe the missiles will be used for military operations against Cydonia. However, because of the lull in fighting and the upcoming peace conference, Bratislav has held back from striking, however, the threat of such strikes will be a card that the Bratislavian side will use.

Begorev in talking to reporters said, "The Republic of Bratislav, naturally supports a peaceful end to this conflict that has engulfed our region and destabilized our countries. That being said, the Republic of Bratislav will not agree to something that goes back to the status quo, because a return to the status quo will just mean prolonging the wait to a second regional war. We must solve the problem, or not solve it all. The Cydonian side should agree to a demilitarization of their Northern territory and granting it a wide autonomy to ensure that Bratislavian minority rights are ensured. It is with such moves that peace can truly be achieved. Thank you."

Begorev and his advisers have entered the Senate hall and are preparing for the upcoming negotiations.

[Sasutary Island]

DPM Right Hon. David Junkers

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The Sasutarian delegation, headed by the Deputy Prime Minister Right Hon. David Junkers, arrived in Calingus today to participate in the ongoing peace talks. The DPM has stated that he will do his best to claim what is rightfully Sasutarian and help the Cydonian people get back on their feet and accept democracy and freedom as a right rather than a privilege.

The Cydonian front has recently gone into a lull as Generalfeldmarshall Aslo Kristiansen pursues the Cydonian troops out of their ratholes in the mountain passes. He has been ordered to stop and consolidate his positions as the Peace Talks continue. Kristiansen has hoped that the Peace Talks will bare fruit.

'As we all know, the war in North-Eastern Cydonia has bogged down a number of Cydonian forces. Currently we know that Stasnovans have sent special-forces, although un-based reports by civilians claim that they have seen Carsodonians as well. Now, I am not here to make war, but to talk peace and resolve the conflict for the greater good of Sasutaria and the Currente. Generalfeldmarshall Kristiansen has been ordered to halt the advance as a show of good faith, and is currently consolidating his positions east of the Mountains. This aside, I can only wish everyone fruitful negotiations and the bloodshed stop.'

The DPM has joined the delegates of other nations in Calingus and awaits the Peace talks to take off proper.

[New Kvenland]

Chancellor Ishdu'yeet to Appear at Peace Negotiations

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Ishdu'yeet after press conference in October 2014

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Chancellor Ishdu'yeet has announced his will to go to the Calingus Peace Conference. The fact that Da'klawedian soldiers did not participate in the war was of no matter.

As per the Da'klawedian standard of staying out of international conflict, Ishdu'yeet has not yet been forced to declare war on another nation. He said in the press release that he hopes that this conference will help with the spread of peace throughout both Curente and Atlas. He says he has been making plans with officials in Calingus to establish an international law, although how they will carrry this out is unknown.

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Karl · 1 hour ago
This is great! I love peace.

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kapitalism.rox · 2 hours ago
dis is a bad idea ishdooyeet or however you spell it war is good almost as good as that Stasnovan girl last night hahahahaha[/color]

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huecoderzuniet · 3 hours ago
ur mem

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Sorry for the short post, in a bit of a rush...

[Wraland]

''Prime Minister Petter Xaxrada had not really prepared much for the conference. In fact, he was given two days to organize everything needed to get there, so he was quite tired. Myself, i am just his political advisor, i'm going to tell him what to would be wisest to say during the conference. He has slept throughout the entire flight, even though we're almost there now and it's just afternoon. In the meantime, i've spent the very very many hours over the empty oceans with talking and thinking with my fellow friends on this trip about the current situation of Atlas. The entire continent of Curente, our ancient homeland, is in chaos. Deep in all of our hearts, we want it to end. But still the men of greed and hate have the capacity to send the men of happiness and peace to the trenches, to die, again and again and again! I think that's why Wraland is coming to this conference. I hope it can help...'' -Bro Diyev's daybook, Fourth of February in the Holy Year of our Lord Two-Thousand-and-Fifteen.

''Also, Prime Minister... Wake up now, i think we're getting there...''

Not longer after he wrote it in the book, the plane begun approaching it's destination. It landed from the northeast at the Galilean Airport. Bro Diyev, Petter Xaxrada, three others and six bodyguards stepped out of the large, blue private plane with a Wralandic flag on the side, with the national motto of Wraland (Ahm Glortiurs Dotz Paesfhi, Defhlenos Ahm) written in large, white letters, clearly symbolizing who was on the plane. It is the same plane used by the Divine Emperor of Wraland, although he is not with them on the trip.

A group of people, seemily Lovarii soldiers, greeted them at the landing strip. The Wralics got into the Green Giant as fast as they could. ''Wralanders always come in style, you see - doesn't matter if they're not the main guest, we always have the money for it!'' Bro Diyev said as the Green Giant was making it's way towards the senate. The Lovarii soldiers and the Wralic Prime Minister chuckled. The helicopter flight wasn't long, thankfully. The Prime Minister is not a big fan of actually being in a helicopter. Nevertheless, the Green Giant landed to it's right location. ''Well, we're here guys. Patrias, Geshn, Tyi-Marsk, stay here outside for the time being. Guards and Diyev, we're going into the Lovarii Senate. Behave well and don't make me look like a fool, this is our chance to be noticed internationally.'' PM Petter Xaxrada told us. We swiftly entered. A well-looking man greeted us at the entrance. While the PM and his Guards went straight in, Diyev decided to take a talk with another foreign delegate, inside the Senate of course.
''Where am i supposed to take a seat, anyway?'' Petter Xaxrada said slightly annoyed to his guards, as he had just been on an hour-long flight trip and a helicopter ride. ''Oh, it hasn't begun just yet PM. Just take a break while you can.'' Said one of his bodyguards. Petter Xaxrada nicked, and asked one of the Lovarii hosts if there was a place he could lie down, and he was soon found on a large couch in a side room, reading through a large bunk of papers and almost-sleeping. ''Tell me when it starts, Diyev...'' he said. ''Also, do not let me be disturbed right now.''
''What about Patrias and Geshn, and Tyi-Marsk?'' Diyev asked.
''They're here in Lovarium to fix some embassy issues. Our embassy in this country was recently cancelled for some bullshit reason... They'll fix it. I hope.'' Petter Xaxrada responded, reading through more pages.
''Alright, PM.'' Diyev nodded. ''But you've got the body guards for this job, y'know. I'll see when the negotiations themselves start, okay? Wraland shall strike only when the time is right.'' He continued.
''Indeed, Diyev. Indeed...''

[Stasnov]

Il-96-300V "Big Bear 1"
The Premier's Private Jet
Galilean Airport

The jet had just landed. Premier of Stasnov and General Secretary of the Communist Party, Nikolai Ivanovich Krasnov had fallen asleep in his seat. His Head of Security and close friend, Major Vasily Kasyanov, didn't want to wake him up. Krasnov had told him to wake him an hour before they land if he fell asleep. But Kasyanov disobeyed that order. Krasnov hadn't slept for hours. He was working like never before back in Stasnov, because of the conference, and he hadn't slept for days. The only thing that had been keeping him awake was coffee. Lots of it. But now the preparations were over, and he, the Premier of Stasnov, one of the most prestigious states in all of Atlas, was sleeping like a little child in his seat.

Kasyanov approached him. He tapped him lightly on the shoulder, trying not to wake him up to abruplty "Come on Nikolai. Wake up my friend we have arrived" Nothing. Krasnov was just sitting there, covered by his leather jacket.

"Come on Comrade Premier, wake up! Come on, we'll be late for the conference!" Kasyanov said, a bit louder this time.

There was still no response, and Kasyanov was getting angry. "OI! WAKE UP" he yelled. Krasnov jumped up like someone had kicked him.

"What the hell Vasily!?" he said and glared at Kasyanov, with his hair being a total mess.

"You're a really heavy sleeper Nikolai Ivanovich, did you know that?" said Kasyanov and chuckled

Krasnov was still a little confused "Wha...Where are we?"

"We have arrived. We're in the Dominion" said Kasyanov with his playful tone

Krasnov turned around almost instantly and looked out of the window "Didn't i tell you to-"

"Ten minutes!" said Kasyanov.

Krasnov stared at him, with a puzzled look on his face "What?"

"I give you ten minutes Nikolai Ivanovich, to fix that mess you call hair and change your clothes" said Kasyanov with a strict tone, but with the grin on his face never fading

"What-" Krasnov tried to say

"NOW NIKOLAI!" barked Kasyanov and Krasnov started jogging down the corridor to prepare himself

Some time later......

The Stasnovan delegation finally arrieved at the meeting hall. Premier Krasnov was escorted by Kasyanov of the GSO (Государственный служба охраны, Gosudarstvennyy sluzhba okhrany, State Protective Service), and another four armed GSO bodygurads. All GSO operatives, including Kasyanov, wore warm, heavy black coats on top of their equally warm black uniforms and leather boots. Of course, their apparel included the traditional Stasnovan Pilotka bearing the Red Stasnovan Star with black and goldern outlines.

Krasnov was still grumbling about Kasyanov not waking him up- or rather the way he woke him up later -by the time they got there. Krasnov finally found were the Stasnovan Flag was on the meeting table and assumed his seat, which was next to that of the Cydonian repressentative.

He offered to shake the hand of the Cydonian Foreign Minister "It's nice to see a friendly face here Comrade Kováč" he said and smiled "How are you this fine day?"

[The High Lords]

After many of the delegations had arrived, Consul Felix Cornelius and Chancellor Ulyanin Mazhenisky of the Lovarium Dominion and the Dozher Empire agreed that it was time for them to go greet their guests. With great pomp and fanfare, the higher officials of the government filed out into the front benches, taking their usual ceremonial positions. The Lords of the Unified Dominion were already seated in the balconies above the chamber, along with the Lovarii Senators, and the Dozher Lords. On the left balcony section, one of the High Lords, Julian Lorenius from the Lovarium Dominion, was seated with the members of the Senate. On the right balcony section, another High Lord, Vladimir Chasky from the Dozher Empire, was seated with the Dozher Lords. In the center, sitting with the Unified Dominion's Assembly of Lords, was the High Lord Ramius Yemeshchev.

After all groups were announced, and the High Lords given their fanfare, the last two High Lords were to be introduced.

"The Supreme Lord, Chancellor of the Dozher Empire, and Protector of the North, Ulyanin Mazhenisky!" said a disembodied voice, which was met with thunderous applause from above. Ulyanin Mazhenisky walked out of the antechamber to the front of the room, taking his seat to the right side of the podium. He was wearing the traditional Dozher colors, Navy Blue and White, on a greatcoat that emanated power and respect. His beard was well trimmed, white as snow, and matched his hair. He sat, and the applause died down.

"The High Lord, Consul of the Lovarium Dominion, and Keeper of the Latin Gates, Felix Cornelius!" again spake the disembodied voice, and was also met with applause. He too, walked out of the antechamber, but took his seat to the left, as was tradition. He wore a suit, but adorned with the military regalia that was accustomed to a Consul. He also wore the Diamond Matrix on a cloak, which he shed before he was seated.

"Let the Calingus Conference of 2015 begin!" finished the voice.

"Welcome, esteemed delegations and leaders of nations. I present to you the full might, glamour, and valor of the Lovarium Dominion! Today, we are converged in this one building, in the capital of our country, to settle the affairs of the world." Felix Cornelius said, rising. "It has come to the most obvious attention of us all that the world is at war. There's no sugarcoating it, no denying it, and no escaping it. People die every day, and millions of dollars of capital are lost. It's an incredible waste."

The Supreme Lord, Ulyanin Mazhenisky rose and spoke, his voice much deeper than his Lovarii counterpart. "This waste will reflect on our future. As much as we pride our children for being the future of our nations, our people are the future of the world. Every day, many potential innovators, entrepreneurs, and leaders have their lives cut short. In Cetlaso, over 30 million are dead - all because of itchy trigger fingers."

Felix Cornelius continued. "We cannot let this waste continue. Our Unified Dominion lives by our word, cutting down on military spending and investing in education, public services, and science research. That is the way to the future - not nuclear weapons nor fifty caliber bullets."

Mazhenisky turned to look at the entire hall in turn, "By living by our word and ideology for over 100 years, we have succeeded to the highest goals that were set in 1888, and much more. We look on these wars elsewhere in the world, and shed tears for the lost opportunities, the ignorance of greatness. Many can boast of greatness, but few can be true. Military might - not an indicator. Economic superiority - not an indicator. Territory ownership - not an indicator. Political influence - not an indicator. All these things might be aftereffects of the most important indicators of greatness - stability, prosperity, equality, democracy, freedom." Mazhenisky said the last five words with such conviction that he slammed his fist on the podium below him with every word.

The Lovarii Consul took it from there, having finished a sip of water. "Only by achieving these things and realizing the future, can we understand our true goals. These wars that range from Hayabusa to Carsodonia to Adampia - these wars are the effect of not understanding these goals, and the blindness to the future."

"This is wrong!" Mazhenisky boomed. "We are all stuck in our old ways, with outdated modes of international politics, beleaguered domestic policies, and outright rejection of what is right!"

"This cannot continue." Cornelius stated with the utmost certainty. "I call upon all of us in this room, and upon the others not in this room, to understand what we are not understanding. To see what we are blind to. To feel what is not felt. To hear what we are deaf to. The cries of millions ring out around the world, their passions and misery all exploding in tandem with the bombs that fall daily. This cannot continue."

"And thus, we declare these negotiations to begin, as a catalyst for world change - a change for the future of the world. We must first end this war, and only then can we work towards the future. We are much better than what we appear to be, and I call on you to show the world that this is true." Mazhenisky finished, standing with his Lovarii counterpart, while thunderous applause emanated from the balconies above, which encouraged the delegations on the floor to join in.

[Lzherusskia]

The Commissar wanted to spit. Did they think he'd come to be lectured? "It always comes back to democracy, doesn't it?" he murmured to Captain Yuritsky, sitting next to him, who had only just stopped looking so awestruck at the rarefied surroundings he found himself in.

"Sir?" Neither man had joined in the applause. The domestic politicians could try to curry favour all they wanted, but Lzherusskia was not going to be impressed so easily by mere words.

"Stability, prosperity, equality, freedom. Lzherusskia has all of those, and probably more than half the nations who sent representatives, and yet they always feel the need to throw in democracy." The Commissar's right hand dropped to the seat and his fingers began to beat a tattoo on the pommel of the Ammechar. "The way these people talk, it's as though they want democracy for it's own sake. Have you seen any dignitaries from Versail or Wraland yet?"

"Versail, no," replied Yuritsky, turning around and scanning the hall quickly. "I thought I saw the Wralic Prime Minister, Xaxrada, but I could be mistaken."

"Keep your eyes open. More than anything, I want to speak to them and maybe Zunkwentania. Assuming this conference can't stop the war, which it probably won't, I want to make sure that our borders are secure and that there's a buffer between Lzherusskia and the warzone." The Commissar sat back, one hand resting on his sword and the other tapping his knee. Lzherusskia had, so far, been untouched by the war and so his agenda was simple. He wanted to hear from the main belligerents and he wanted the Estenian matter brought up for a firmer resolution. Until the conversation looked to be heading one of those ways or he was specifically called on, he was happy to wait.

[Roski]

The General looked around the senate from his position.

He had soon learned that the delegates had been assigned seats. He didn't look to see who sat next to him, and he didn't care.

He eyed the Dozher official with suspicion. Aren't they MPCP, he thought looking at the Dozher official. He quickly swiped the thought away, and looked at the notes he prepared.

He kept a phone with live feed from the Roskian government propped up, and would watch it carefully.

One thing he noted is that large swaths of countries were angry at both Roski and Adampia for the massacres in Cetlaso, and knew that both countries would both be attempted to be tried for warcrimes. But it wouldn't matter. Roski didn't recognize any of the claims the other countries had, and there was no international accord stating that they did.

As the speech ended, he waited patiently to see who would speak first. He would hold a defencive stance in the negotiations as he could, but otherwise, he wouldn't speak, until later on in the negotiations. But how long later meant would depend on what needed to be resolved first. Cetlaso, with nearly fifty million casualties? Or Curente, with nations crumbing under fire.

The topic that hit headlines thougb was Roski annexing Qubec. He would at some point seek international recognition of that, as the Qubecois joined on their own accord, with their own referendums.

[New Kvenland]

Ishdu'yeet lounged in his chair, applauding with the others. His ornamental daggers gleamed on his lap.

He was glad a thing like this was going on, but it did not seem important to him that he went. After all, Da'klawedi had a policy of peace; they hadn't officially gone to war with a foreign power for over 400 years, and hadn't warred at all for 200. Da'klawedians, admittedly, prided themselves on this fact; some may even go so far as to say bragged. Ishdu'yeet didn't care. It was true, after all.

Of course, he feared that this conference would be for naught. After all, some participants in the war had not even shown up, and many of the ones that had did not appear to be happy about it. The Versailians had not shown up; Ishdu'yeet did not mourn this, for Versail always scared him. The Sasutarians, Bratislavians, and some others had appeared, as well; they were Da'klawedi's minor enemies, but Ishdu'yeet approved of the extra insight. the Luepolans, Da'klawedi's friends or enemies (neither could tell or decide which) had appeared, as well; Ishdu'yeet did not know how to feel about that.

He saw some friendly faces, as well. The Stasnovans had appeared; Ishdu'yeet hoped to talk to them later. the Cydonians had shown up too. Zunkwentanian officials had not yet appeared, but Ishdu'yeet did not lose hope. And the Lovariis, of course; they were good friends of Da'klawedi. Roski had shown their face, but he was unsure how to feel about that, either; the Roskians were on shakier terms with Da'klawedi than normal.

Leaning over to one of his accompanying advisors, Ishdu'yeet whispered, "Did the Zunkwentanians ever say they would come?"

"Not that I know of, sir," responded the advisor, in the same tone of voice.

Wondering if they would come, Ishdu'yeet turned his attention back to the speech.

[Valaran]

Hesseren clapped politely, but briefly as he took his seat. It would not do to be seen offending a national leader before the talks had even begun. That would happen later.
For now though the spirit of the speech, and indeed of those gathered seemed to be relatively optimistic, with the notable exception of the Lzherusskians. That was a good sign.

What was more concerning was the content. Aside from a general cry of peace (admirable), there was no mention of concessions (never a good sign). Furthermore, there wasn't even the breifest description of how such a peace should be achieved. That could be a problem.

Hesseren briefly considered, and then categorically dismissed the idea of being the first foreign dignitary to speak. Anything he said no would only cast him in a bad light to many present, at exactly when he needed to broach a successful compromise. Instead, it seemed far more prudent to listen to what others might have to say, and build off that. Besides he had little to fear for now; several allies were present, though that in itself could actually prove to be more of a hindrance right now, though Hesseren as he eyed the Roskian delegation.

Hopefully that wouldn't matter though. The focus should be on Curente, where by far the greatest number of nations had been engulfed by conflict. He had his predecessor in office to thank for that, along with several nations. If Hesseren was said to ave a priority, resolving this was it. Cetlaso could wait.

The anger only flared briefly through the speech. He was thankful of that. The cold rage had its uses, but right now that would only have been a distraction. But more than that, it was something he feared. He was afraid what the rage might bring. And so the Valaran Prime minister kept it tightly under control, cloaked in a aura of polite reasonableness.

Instead, he waited to hear what came next.

[Carsodonia]

There he sits the man who brought Carsodonia back from its fall...Heaften sat back in his seat with the translator in one ear and the comms to his men in the other, he listened to the speach almost unfazed, but he still showed respect and clapped after it. He is in his starch white Military uniform with his medals dangling from his left chest, his shoes polished so much you could catch your reflection in them. His sword dangled from his left hip in an embroidered sheath that was white with gold accents and his pistol in a fully covered holster was on his right. His hat sat in front of him as he sat back in a more relaxed position. His KGB, they stood behind him watching all the other guards and delegates. He spoke to his men "whats the situation, anything I should know about?" Rory responds, "there are lots of security in here, but we already have everything planned just in case sir...so relax and do what you need to do..." Heaften would nod and sit up straighter in his spot...

He would look around at who was all there and he saw Akira, his wife, the woman he loved most in the world, but also the woman who went against him and his nation siding with the invaders. He would then stand clearing his throat and adjusting his uniform and start to speak having him translate to English. "Carsodonia, has endured many trials of many forms, military ones are probably the most common, this war started over a misunderstanding and border issues. We are a people who don't back down and don't take nicely to threats, we understood the reasons behind the actions of Hayabusa and Valaran, and we repect them for standing up for allies and their nation. But this war started without legitimate cause and was made into a full out world conflict and it is causing more harm then good. I think peace is needed, but Carsodonia can't do it alone...this war is not fought on some distant or far away battlefield, but amongst our peoples homes our childrens children will still feel the affects of this war...and our children growing up without fathers because of what? Because us in the goverment are greedy and angry with each other? This peace talk is to be my last action as Primer... my opponent Vladimir Voloski has won the elections and he is rebuilding Carsodonia and reforming the government to a Capitalist Conservative Christian Democracy. And I will be leaving Carsodonia to live and spend more time with my wife in her nation..." he would sit back down and wait for the others to speak...

[Wolfbenz]

OOC: Sorry if this seems like a short post, but I'm kinda pressed for time and had to type this on my phone.

Constantine Kalos, the Prime Minister of Wolfbenz, walked into the room, briskly yet calmly. The Wolfish delegates to meetings were usually late for strange reasons, some involving a storm interrupting a flight, or one the Prime Minister just being plain forgetful sometimes, but every time a Wolfish delegate was late, he or she would always have a valid excuse that somehow everyone bought. There was a joke circulating around the general public that there was a list of excuses that was three pages long designated for the Prime Minister and even a Minister of Excuses that was the Head of Government's best friend.

"Excuse me for my absence, ladies and gentlemen," Kalos said in fluent English, "but my flight here took longer than expected."

He then proceeded to sit next to Ishdu'yeet, the Chancellor of Kvenland, and started listening to the delegates present their thoughts.