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The Pogarnova Convention [MT|INVITE ONLY]

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The Pogarnova Convention [MT|INVITE ONLY]

Postby Retiva » Sun Sep 14, 2014 6:48 am

Pogarnova, the Federal Republic of Retiva

After a long period of delays after delays, the federal republic had finally organised one of the largest conferences it had done in years; diplomats and delegations of the New Roma Republic and Gjulich were expected to arrive soon, and federal president Orolev Udnik was in his best suit waiting for their arrival. It was an exciting day to behold, as this would be one of the first official conventions that Retiva would be hosting at the massive, urban capital city of Pogarnova. The conference would take place inside the government house of Retiva, where it would receive foreign guests and high-ranking officials from the two great nations that were invited to signed the Mutual Economic and Defense Cooperation treaty.

The outcome of the treaty would form the Mutual Economic and Defense Cooperation Treaty Organisation, otherwise known as MEDCTO, and allows both economic and military benefits for member-states. There will also be an inclusion of a student exchange program, the exclusion of a visa requirement for citizens in MEDCTO nations to travel from one member-state to another, as well as work there. The policies and regulations will be discussed at the conference, as many things will need to be proposed, refined, and agreed upon.

President Udnik prepared his bulk of documents for the upcoming conference, and sighed. The government house was buzzing with activity and security was high, with at least a regiment guarding the house, as well as a platoon present at Shcherbatykh International Airport to welcome and protect the foreign dignitaries; the president made his way out of the government house, and stepped into his limousine. It was time to meet his guests. As the convoy left for the airport, he had a funny feeling in his stomach; it was his excitement, and he was fairly nervous as well. Whatever lies ahead will be determined by the delegates whom will soon arrive.

This is a conference between Retiva, Gjulich and the New Roma Republic. Everyone is expected to RP IC'ly (duh) and talk diplomatically (obviously). With this out of the way, let's sip some wine once we get to the good part, aye?

Not the biggest starter ever, but it'll do. The lengths of each post will likely expand as the thread develops.

No threats of war, utter destruction, fleets of tanks, garguantan marches of soldiers into other nations, massive bombings, chemical warfare and the sort, okay? If you guys start disagreeing with each other, drink tea.

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Postby New Roma Republic » Sun Sep 14, 2014 8:27 am

Over Pogarnova
The 747 circles the airport. Consul Petrus Caecilius, Minister of Foreign Affairs, had decided to come in person. He watched the city below. He liked to travel to other nations, and experience the culture, meet the people, and visit the historic sites. He hoped to have some free time during the Convention.
The pilots were a part of the New Roman Air Force (NRAF), and were no strangers to landing procedures, even those of other nations. The Pilot radioed to the tower: "This is NRRMFA01, requesting permission to land. We are here with Consul Caecilius to attend the conference. They wait for the reply.
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Postby Gjulich » Sun Sep 14, 2014 2:38 pm

One of the other planes in the sky that day was the Gjulicham Presidential Jet. Inside was the President, completely aware that he was not in Gjulich anymore, and eager to get proceedings started.
Though they were not extremely close to Retiva, they were within a few short minutes away. Easier to get proceedings underway with no hitches, the National President looked once again through the communications which had been forwarded to him.
Garaan Çelevįn, evidently much more at-ease than the President, looked over, smiling.
"Don't worry, Sir. I am sure that Retivan hospitality is such that there is nothing to worry about."
The President sighed. "I suppose you are right - as always, Mr Çelevįn."
He closed his laptop and stayed seated in his chair. He looked around the plane - adorned with Gjulicham flags. He held the one which was in his hand very tightly.
"What do you think of the proposal?" The President asked Çelevįn.
"I think it is a good idea - strengthen international relations with those nations, develop economic ties... What could be better?"
The President nodded.
The seatbelt sign went on, and the passengers obliged. The plane began the descent, and the jerking feeling brought both the President and the Foreign Affairs Minister to their senses.
It would not be long before they were in Retiva.
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Postby Retiva » Sun Sep 14, 2014 9:27 pm

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

The operator at the Control Tower immediately got up and placed his headphones over his head, listening to the request from the New Roman Air Force plane, then spoke firmly into the microphone, "Flight NRRMFA01, this is flight control. You are cleared for landing. Please make way for Terminal A; zone 43 has been reserved for your arrival. The president will be awaiting your arrival once you have touched down. We hope you enjoy your stay, over." He signalled the diplomatic crew already present at the airport to prepare for the arrival of the incoming dignitaries, as the president's convoy made a stop at the airport.

President Udnik pondered on about what the culture, traditions and ettique of the dignitaries would be like. Where they came from, who they are and so on. It was an experience that, while he had a lot of, was very unfamiliar. The chancellor had much more experience with foreign relations than he did, but recently left for a conference at Garengad. Not that he did mind, but it'd be a lot more helpful if chancellor Vorchevikz was there with him. He took a deep breathe, and exhaled, stepping out of his limousine to prepare for the arrival of his guests. The MEDCTO would be the greatest thing Retiva would ever participate in, and hopefully will remain that way if it attracts more interest for the international community. There was a tint smile on his face.
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Postby New Roma Republic » Mon Sep 15, 2014 5:51 pm

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
The 747 flies smoothly onto the tarmac. One touchdown is achieved, the engines reverse thrust, quickly slowing the jet. It turns off the runway, and begins to taxi to the Terminal. Petrus looks out the window at the airport. He is impressed with the style of it. "These Retivans sure know style." comments one of his aides.

"Yes, they do." Petrus looks over at the aide. She is young, about 25, fresh out of College. After serving her 2 required years in the military, she went to college for Political Sciences, International Relations, and Diplomacy. She was hired into the Ministry of Foreign Affairs at the end of her Senior year. She looks back at him and smiles "I can't wait to meet the government officials!" Her excitement was palpable.

"Stay calm, Miss Mayweather. We have had minimal contact with these people. We will be the first impression for New Roma Republic. We can't mess this up." replies Petrus. She looks a little surprised. "Yes, sir." she says as the plane slides into the berthing area. "This is your Captain speaking, we have arrived at Terminal A, Zone 43 of Shcherbatykh International Airport. Please be careful while deplaning, and have a good time in Retiva!"

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
Legatus Harvey Greene runs through the Terminal. Damn security, he thinks as he rushes to Zone 43 they have to bump it up. Everywhere the security is tighter than it used to be. And now I'm late! The Zone has press everywhere. It is the first major contact between the 3 nations. Hercules, I didn't get a reception like that! Legatus Greene arrived a few weeks before as the official New Roman Ambassador to Revita. He has been very impressed with Revita. He loves the local cuisine. He hopes to introduce the Consul to it. He slows down as he approaches the gate. He stops quickly, smoothes his suit, and joins the crowd as the passengers, lead by Consul Caecilius, begin to deplane.
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Postby Retiva » Tue Sep 16, 2014 12:31 am

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

At Zone 43, a infantry large regiment stood in front of where the dignitaries will be deplaning; they wore ceremonial Retivan military uniform with KST5 battle rifles in their arms, backs straight and face forward with a firm expression on their face. There was a red carpet along the path set for the New Roman plane, which had just reached the makeshift berthing area which they have reserved for foreign dignitaries; not too far from the actual terminal berthing area. This was because it was more convenient to set up something more... Fancy.

President Udnik walked towards the mechanical stairs which have been immediately placed in front of the plane's exit once it had completely stopped, stopped only when he was about 3 meters away. He looked back at the airport, and saw the large crowd inside the airport gate A30, which was not too far from where they were; soon, he'll have to be going through there. A nightmare, he thought, but the publicity would be worth it, as the country, and maybe other parts of the world, would know that Retiva has taken one of its largest steps in international diplomacy.

"I hope the entire area is secure, and covered by our units, Mr. Cheynar." The president said to the federal minister of defense, who had just arrived from his office in parliament. He smiled softly as he shook his defense minister's hand while he spoke. "And I hope the convoy is also ready to receive the dignitaries from the New Roma Republic; as you can see, they have just arrived."

"The area is fully secured, sir. We have snipers around the perimeter, and security in vital areas around the airport and the paths we have laid out. The convoy is ready, and of course, the limousine is armoured and almost-fully bullet proof, as you have requested." The defense minister said, reaffirming the results requested by the president himself. "I believe our guests are exiting the aircraft now" he said softly, turning his head to the opening hatch of the plane.
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Postby Gjulich » Tue Sep 16, 2014 1:11 am

The Gjulicham Presidential Jet made ready to arrive at Shcherbatykh International Airport very soon, while those inside were preparing to greet the foreign dignitaries. They were the foreign ones in this particular circumstance, but still.
The Pilot contacted the ATC tower.
"ATC SIA, this is GP-100. Requesting permission to land."

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Postby New Roma Republic » Thu Sep 18, 2014 3:15 pm

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
The Consul is the first to walk off the jet. He is greeted by a barrage of reporters, guards, and diplomats. He is quite taken aback, but he smiles and waves. A man breaks away from the crowd, and walks toward Petrus. Petrus recognized him immediately. "Good day Consul!" says Legatus Harvey Greene "How are you?"

"Legatus Greene, it is great to see you!" exclaims the Consul. "I am doing very well." he turns to the reporters "And my first impression is, well, impressed! Hello Retiva! Thank you for having me!" he tells the reporter. He turns to the President of Revita. "Mr. President," he strides forward, putting out his hand, "it is a great honor to meet you!"
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Postby Retiva » Fri Sep 19, 2014 5:31 am

Shcherbatykh International Airport Flight Control Tower, Federal Republic of Retiva

The operator at the Flight Control Tower was prepared this time, as he was informed about a second dignitary flight. He processed the hail from the Gjulichan flight, and proceeded to respond, "Flight GP-100, this is flight control. You are cleared for landing. Please make way for Terminal A, Zone 43; there will be a second primary berthing area reserved for your arrival. The New Roman Consul has already arrived and will be waiting for your arrival along with the federal president of Retiva. We hope you enjoy your stay, flight control out." Once again, he notified the Retivan diplomatic crew about the impending arrival of the Gjulichan foreign dignitaries.

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

"Good greetings, Consul of New Roma." The president smiled as he shook the Consul's hand firmly, "The honour is mine! It is a great pleasure to have you here in the federal republic of Retiva. I really hope you enjoy your stay here, as we would like to tour you and the arriving Gjulichan dignitaries around our capital city before starting our conference." He let go of the Consul's hand and pointed his hand in the direction of the defense minister, "This is Cheynar Demichevitz, Retiva's federal minister of defense."

"It is an honour, Consul." Minister Demichevitz smiled and offered his hand.

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Postby New Roma Republic » Sat Sep 20, 2014 6:17 am

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
"It is an honor to meet you." replies the Consul. "Now, where is the Delegation from Gjulich? I am looking forward to meeting them." He walks over to the window, and looks over the tarmac.
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New Roma Republic wrote:Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
"It is an honor to meet you." replies the Consul. "Now, where is the Delegation from Gjulich? I am looking forward to meeting them." He walks over to the window, and looks over the tarmac. "Oh, is that their plane taxiing up now?" he asks

OOC: No, we haven't landed yet! :p

IC: The Gjulicham plane descended lower to get to the airstrip. Çelevįn took out a soft mint and began to chew on it, to alleviate the stress of the changing altitude on his sensitive ears, while the President held onto the seat he was sitting on. While Çelevįn was sitting cross-legged, evidently more relaxed with the flight also, the President was looking ill indeed. He would surely get better once he was on the ground and breathing fresh air once again.
Out of a nearby window, the two could see the Tarmac, with lines darting here and there across it, evidently meaning something to the pilot if not to the untrained eye. Suddenly, with a thud, the wheels of the plane made contact with the surface below. It was good to be on solid ground again.
One other person, a man with a green beret and a Gjulicham crest on it, along with one on his sleeve, was also on the plane, with two others in similar but not identical apparel. As the plane slowed, the first undid his seatbelt, and walked towards the front of the plane to see the President.
"Sir. Your orders?"
'Aleram Tarimįn, the President, stayed seated for a while, before replying.
"Yes. Go rearwards and prepare the gifts to the delegations. Remember - one for you, the other two for them. Right?"
"Yes sir!" The man replied, saluting and turning to face the rear of the plane.
Very soon, the plane arrived at the gate.
The three men held three long, thin boxes, and departed the plane, with the President and Çelevįn in front. Tarimįn was glad to be on solid ground.
They made their way inside the terminal.
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Gjulich wrote:
New Roma Republic wrote:Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva
"It is an honor to meet you." replies the Consul. "Now, where is the Delegation from Gjulich? I am looking forward to meeting them." He walks over to the window, and looks over the tarmac. "Oh, is that their plane taxiing up now?" he asks

OOC: No, we haven't landed yet! :p

IC: The Gjulicham plane descended lower to get to the airstrip. Çelevįn took out a soft mint and began to chew on it, to alleviate the stress of the changing altitude on his sensitive ears, while the President held onto the seat he was sitting on. While Çelevįn was sitting cross-legged, evidently more relaxed with the flight also, the President was looking ill indeed. He would surely get better once he was on the ground and breathing fresh air once again.
Out of a nearby window, the two could see the Tarmac, with lines darting here and there across it, evidently meaning something to the pilot if not to the untrained eye. Suddenly, with a thud, the wheels of the plane made contact with the surface below. It was good to be on solid ground again.
One other person, a man with a green beret and a Gjulicham crest on it, along with one on his sleeve, was also on the plane, with two others in similar but not identical apparel. As the plane slowed, the first undid his seatbelt, and walked towards the front of the plane to see the President.
"Sir. Your orders?"
'Aleram Tarimįn, the President, stayed seated for a while, before replying.
"Yes. Go rearwards and prepare the gifts to the delegations. Remember - one for you, the other two for them. Right?"
"Yes sir!" The man replied, saluting and turning to face the rear of the plane.
Very soon, the plane arrived at the gate.
The three men held three long, thin boxes, and departed the plane, with the President and Çelevįn in front. Tarimįn was glad to be on solid ground.
They made their way inside the terminal.


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OOC: Has this died?
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Postby Retiva » Thu Sep 25, 2014 8:16 pm

OOC: Not quite, I apologise for the long wait. School is just really killing my time, so I apologise for any and all long-waited replies. Literature essays aren't very fun.

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

"I do believe their plane has just landed, and they is making their way through the terminal now. Our diplomatic crew will be receiving them soon, and I presume that we will be meeting the Gjulichan dignitaries shortly." The president reassured the Consul, smiling as he looked towards the direction which the Gjulichan delegation will be coming from soon. "Shall we go meet them, honourable Consul? They're just right around the corner" The president's accent was very accented in Slavic, but his fluency in English was very remarkable.

Davit Treynar, the Retivan foreign minister was waiting for the Gjulichan diplomatic crew right outside the terminal as they approached him. He smiled, and greeted the president with a big smile, and a hand forward, "Hello Mr. President, it is an honour to have you here, and I hope you have enjoyed the flight to Retiva; the distance must've not treated you very well. I'm sure the fresh air will revitalise you soon enough."

There was a platoon lined up to greet the Gjulichan diplomatic crew, dressed fairly smartly and armed with assault rifles; however, their uniform was marked starkly different from the ones that greeted the New Roman dignitaries, dressed in black and white and addorned with several uncommon badges on their uniform. 'ATTEN-TION!" Immediately, the platoon shifted into a straight position, alerted and ready. "Forward FACE, SALUTE!" The troops saluted in unison, steady and firm as they faced the foreign dignitaries.
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Postby New Roma Republic » Fri Sep 26, 2014 3:40 am

Retiva wrote:OOC: Not quite, I apologise for the long wait. School is just really killing my time, so I apologise for any and all long-waited replies. Literature essays aren't very fun.

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

"I do believe their plane has just landed, and they is making their way through the terminal now. Our diplomatic crew will be receiving them soon, and I presume that we will be meeting the Gjulichan dignitaries shortly." The president reassured the Consul, smiling as he looked towards the direction which the Gjulichan delegation will be coming from soon. "Shall we go meet them, honourable Consul? They're just right around the corner" The president's accent was very accented in Slavic, but his fluency in English was very remarkable.

Davit Treynar, the Retivan foreign minister was waiting for the Gjulichan diplomatic crew right outside the terminal as they approached him. He smiled, and greeted the president with a big smile, and a hand forward, "Hello Mr. President, it is an honour to have you here, and I hope you have enjoyed the flight to Retiva; the distance must've not treated you very well. I'm sure the fresh air will revitalise you soon enough."

There was a platoon lined up to greet the Gjulichan diplomatic crew, dressed fairly smartly and armed with assault rifles; however, their uniform was marked starkly different from the ones that greeted the New Roman dignitaries, dressed in black and white and addorned with several uncommon badges on their uniform. 'ATTEN-TION!" Immediately, the platoon shifted into a straight position, alerted and ready. "Forward FACE, SALUTE!" The troops saluted in unison, steady and firm as they faced the foreign dignitaries.


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IC: "Mr. President, I do believe we should go and meet the Gulichan dignitaries. It would be not nice if we neglected to meet them now." replies Petrus. He signals to his staff, and they begin in the direction of the Gulichan plane.
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Postby Retiva » Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:21 am

"Indeed. Let us meet the Gjulichan dignitaries. I'm quite sure that my foreign minister has already greeted and met the Gjulichan diplomatic crew." He smiled as they signaled his own team to follow them to the location of the Gjulichan plane.
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Postby Gjulich » Sat Sep 27, 2014 7:50 am

Retiva wrote:OOC: Not quite, I apologise for the long wait. School is just really killing my time, so I apologise for any and all long-waited replies. Literature essays aren't very fun.

Shcherbatykh International Airport, Federal Republic of Retiva

"I do believe their plane has just landed, and they is making their way through the terminal now. Our diplomatic crew will be receiving them soon, and I presume that we will be meeting the Gjulichan dignitaries shortly." The president reassured the Consul, smiling as he looked towards the direction which the Gjulichan delegation will be coming from soon. "Shall we go meet them, honourable Consul? They're just right around the corner" The president's accent was very accented in Slavic, but his fluency in English was very remarkable.

Davit Treynar, the Retivan foreign minister was waiting for the Gjulichan diplomatic crew right outside the terminal as they approached him. He smiled, and greeted the president with a big smile, and a hand forward, "Hello Mr. President, it is an honour to have you here, and I hope you have enjoyed the flight to Retiva; the distance must've not treated you very well. I'm sure the fresh air will revitalise you soon enough."

There was a platoon lined up to greet the Gjulichan diplomatic crew, dressed fairly smartly and armed with assault rifles; however, their uniform was marked starkly different from the ones that greeted the New Roman dignitaries, dressed in black and white and addorned with several uncommon badges on their uniform. 'ATTEN-TION!" Immediately, the platoon shifted into a straight position, alerted and ready. "Forward FACE, SALUTE!" The troops saluted in unison, steady and firm as they faced the foreign dignitaries.

The President saluted the platoon, keeping the respect for protocol paramount. He may not have been much of a military man, nor did he enjoy parades or ceremony, but he knew of the importance of it to many. He minutely observed the solemn nature of the salute.
After dropping his hand, he shook the Foreign Minister's hand. "Pleasure to meet you. I'm guessing you are the Retivan Foreign Minister? And thank you, the journey was... Interesting."
He turned his head to the right side.
"Allow me to introduce Garaan Çelevįn, our foreign minister."
He offered his hand for shaking also.
The three soldiers behind stood to attention. Their Commanding Officer, for that moment the President, had saluted for them, and so it was only for them to stand and wait for the Presdient's orders. The long, thin boxes they held were upright, held like a pike or other long weapon. Their uniforms were ironed well, polished nicely and made to look good, and the cap badges on the berets glistened in the light.
"Are your president and the New Roman Consul going to be here soon?" The president asked.
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Postby Retiva » Wed Oct 01, 2014 6:59 am

"Hello, Mr. Çelevįn. It is a pleasure meeting you." Foreign minister Davit Treynar shook the Gjulichan foreign minister's hand firmly, with a soft smile as he did so. "Our president will be arriving soon, along with the New Roman Consul. The New Roman Consul had just arrived very recently, so the president had to tend to him first, so we apologise. We're not very experienced with direct diplomatic contact with countries internationally." He promptly looked at his watch, and looked back up at the Gjulichan president. "And he's not... Uh, very great with time either, so I would like to apologise again on behalf of the president."

President Udnik soon arrived with the New Roman Consul, greeting the Gjulichan dignitaries with a big smile. "Greetings, Mr. President, and Mr. foreign minister. It is an honour to have you here in Retiva." He offered his hand out.
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