The USSD Regional Summit [USSD ONLY| IC]

[The German Democratic Reich]

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It was a beautiful day in Berlin, the Capital of the German Democratic Reich. A small shower had just passed over, damping most of the streets and all the cars that drove down them... Berlin most certainly had a festive atmosphere today, as red banners seemed to fly from every lamppost in the city, and almost every other building was flying the colors of the German Democratic Reich, a red banner bearing its emblem and a line with the two colors of German Democracy. Towards the center of the city, at the Reichstag, multiple flags waved off dozens new flag poles placed in its yard just the other week. Every flag of an attending USSD nation had been erected in the courtyard, accompanied by an incredibly large, 200 feet long flagpole waving a massive flag of the USSD.

Near the Reichstag was the Volksreich hotel, A beautiful building that stands as both modern art and a safe structural piece. Built by a union of workers and artists merely five years ago, this glass, marble and steel structure looks beautiful both inside and outside. Reflective ponds in front create vibrant colors that illuminate mirrors on the exterior, giving the effect that the building is constantly changing colors. At its front, dozens of USSD and GDR flags waved on every lampost, flag pole, or from any window possible..

Any Leader who would be arriving from the airport would be greeted by a grand, recently-finished workers ran airport. It was a modern masterpiece. A massive glass roof lit the airport instead of lights, and dozens of GDR banners hung down from the ceiling's steel support beams. Murals of Germany, like the workers factory, the Bavarian country side, and other beautiful pieces lined down each hallway. Eventually, of course, leading to a few stores where one could purchase foods or drinks with labor vouchers. One of the more notable things was the airport was heavily guarded, soldiers of the GDR walked down the hallways with the leaders armed, to protect them from any harm..
Leaders would be taken to a secret driving area to the left of the airport, where dozens of black armored vans awaited them. Each leader would be told to go into a van with their nation's miniature flag sticking from the roof of the vans.

[Regents]

Presidential Residence, COR
0630 hours

Ian Ross awaited this day for a long time. After uniting the COR under the Confederate Socialist Party, he was invited to join the USSD. He gladly accepted, and was notified of a summit that would take place a few months from then. Today is the day, he thought. While thinking about the adventure he would pursue in Europe, he dressed himself in the COR's traditional dress, which was a vibrant blue suit, with a red undercoat, and a yellow star pinned over his heart. He then grabbed his bags that he packed a few days earlier, which carried some more suits, some pocket money for souvenirs, a camera, his passport and diplomatic papers, and even had a secret compartment with a pistol in it. Ian hoped he would never have to use it, but he would pack it just in case. After dressing, grabbing his things, and eating breakfast, Ian headed to the New Washington Airport. He would catch a fight to Berlin in his Presidential Jet accompanied by his best fighter pilots, and then he would be driven to the Volksreich hotel. There, he would unpack, setlle in, and wait for the summit to start. Maybe even go sightseeing if he had the time. But, Ian's flight was in 10 minutes, so he had no time to waste.

Berlin Airport, GDR
1300 hours

Ian Ross was jerked awake by one of his COR Guard Members, as he was in a deep sleep. He had a tendency to fall asleep quickly on airplanes. He begrudgingly got out of his seat, grabbed his stuff from the overhead compartment, and exited the plane. For the first 30 seconds of seeing Berlin for the first time, he thought his eyes were deceiving him. The airport was beautiful. "The GDR definetly outdid themselves on this one." Ian Ross said to himself. A few airport guards were standing at attention at the bottom of the airplane's steps, and when Ian got down to them they escorted him to a secret area of the airport where he saw several armoured cars with small flags on them. He spotted one with the COR's flag on it, and assumed it was the one he was supposed to go in. He entered that car, and was driven to the Volksreich. Once he arrived, he went to his room, unpacked, marveled at the quality of he hotel for a while, then went to sleep. Ian planned to wake up the next morning and wait for notice of the summit starting.

[Harissia]

Tiě Yì Airport, Kaeitan City, Harissia.
20 minutes until departure.

Jianghong Huojin had always been confident when faced with crowds. During his days as a proletarian activist he had learnt that you could get anyone to support you if you spoke correctly, and he had yet to be proven wrong. But today it seemed addressing the masses before his flight would prove to be difficult. He knew much of the Harissian population was against being in the USSD; they had compared it to the colonial days and spoke of its greed and corruption. This did not disrupt the chairman's opinion on the matter and he was no less confident that Harissia needed powerful allies if it was to survive. The summit would be a perfect opportunity to show the people that Harissia was not being used by any powerful nation or individual, and was as independent as it could be. He just needed to tell them that.

He quickly searched his mind for the words he had prepared on the way to the airport.

"Comrades", he began.

"The way of Harissian communism has been and always will be my first priority. Through the empowerment of the common worker we have become more glorious than ever before. Through the abolishion of private industry we have paved the road to a red dawn. Through the victories against fascist revolutionaries and relentless terrorists we have ensured Harissian survival for years to come."

The crowd was silent. Not the intrigued silence Huojin usually dealt with, but one of tension. One of an uneasy suspense. It was alien to the beloved chairman.

"Yet as every day passes our pride is threatened by those who wish us dead. We need support, comrades. We need help if we are to continue running this communist paradise. We need the USSD. By attending this summit we can strengthen our grip on national security and enter a protected golden age! Glory to Harissia!"

The final lines were met with little applause and a low buzz of conversation. A few aggressively called out for the destruction of the USSD. The Suppression Army had to step in to clear the runway of angry Harissians so the aerial escort could take positions. Huojin entered his plane swiftly, but not before hearing someone shout "puppet" at the now sweating official. He would prove them wrong. He would show them what it meant to be part of the USSD.

[Ulan-Ata]

Berlin, GDR

"Your first time in Berlin, Mr. President General?" the driver asked President General Sloven Selakov when leaving the Berlin-Schönefeld airport for the city center of the famous German metropolis. The driver spoke Serbian.
"Yes." Selakov took more than one look out of the window of the SUV, the second in a colon of three.
"You like it, sir?"
"So far I do. It is very impressive."
He again took a look on the road, a four-lane alley, and whistled through his teeth. "Oh, what a city! They have 24 hours of rush-hour. Serutori is almost ten times bigger, but you don't notice any difference. And how civilized the driving here is! This would end in a pure chaos in Ulan-Ata."
"You might be right, Mr. President." The driver changed the lane. "We are going to reach the Hotel Volksreich soon, sir."
Selakov checked his watch. 1300 hours. The Air Force plane would certainly just be on the way back to the Serutori/Shikon no Tama Airport, where it was planned to wait for the summit to end to send another airplane to get Selakov back.
"And security is granted? I don't want to end like my predecessor, Jadran Takahashi. If you heard about him ..."
"He was killed in a bomb attack, I know, sir. And this is your first official trip abroad, so you are a bit nervous, I know this too. But no need to worry! This is Germany, not Ulan-Ata. Here, we are just excited of what you are going to bring home at the end of this summit."
"I am pretty sure the USSD membership will benefit us all a lot."

[Ashenov]

Arrival.

It was 8 am in the morning that Ashenovian president Piotr Alexander Dragovic arrived in Berlin.
The Ashenovian Prime Minister had announced that the President would be traveling abroad a month earlier, Ashenovian TV showed live feeds of the landing of the president's plane.

The flight from the Ashenovian capital of Belgrade towards Berlin was roughly 2 hours long.
For the while that the presidential airliner was over Ashenovian airspace it was escorted by Air Force MiG-27s, which didn't exactly help his slight aversion to traveling by air.

Dragovic was very amazed since he set foot on German soil, it was long time since he did.
He admired the Germans' dedication to art, something he felt was long missing in Ashenov.
He probably spent more time than he should have spent just wandering around the place.

Hoping he didn't make an spectacle of himself he got into the sedan waiting for him outside, and started the voyage to the Volksreich hotel
Again escorted, this time by German police, he couldn't help but feel a little weird, since born to a family of peasants, he never really got used to luxury.
Being a politician and a statesman for almost 30 years now, he certainly didnt feel out of place, but he felt this was a little over the top.

Arriving to the Volksreich hotel, stepped out to an organized formation of elegantly dressed GDR soldiers, guarding a beautiful building, crimson banners flying in a hot but breezy day.

"We shall make this work." he said to himself.

[Concordato Tauriano]

Taurus, capital of Caelia
8:30 PM. Tulio Calpurnius International Airport.


Typical street in the city of Taurus.

The capital city remained quiet that day. In all parts of the city, the typical sounds could be heard and the everyday scenes were experienced. Chairman Livio, a modest person, began preparations some nights ago - his schedule was a tight one, so he couldn't have nor didn't want the luxury of sacrificing precious time into choosing what to dress or where to visit.

His baggage was a small one, indeed - three shirts and suit jackets his wife once made for him, two pair of pants and his personal belongings, among them a clock he made himself back on his college days. The man knew how to organize his own life - he was an engineer and a former pilot of the country's air force.

Once he finished packing everything, he decided to take a taxi to the International Airport, where he would take a very long flight. The plane made a stopover in the city of Paris, where Augustus enjoyed a moment of peace, moment he badly required in order to think clearly. After half a day, the flight returned to its original trajectory and arrived to the city of Berlin.

Berlin, capital of the German Democratic Reich
3:40 PM. Hotel Volksreich.

His arrival to Berlin was a rather quiet one - the airport was functioning as always, without any extraordinary reactions from the people. Even though he didn't like the idea of him not being the one who is driving, Augustus knew that not accepting the offer of being driven to the hotel would be a little disrespectful. The Chairman was certainly stunned by the airport and the city's beauty.

An important thing to mention is that Augustus Livio spoke many languages - among them were Russian, Ashenovian[1], German and French besides, of course, his native language, which was Latin.

When he arrived to the hotel, the first person to meet him was the President of the SFR of Ashenov and his old friend, Piotr Alexander Dragovic, who he met back when Augustus was living in Sarajevo as an exchange student, something that happened a little more than 40 years ago.

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[1] - Ashenovian = Serbo-Croatian.

[The German Democratic Reich]

Each leader would be accounted for, and taken note in the sector of the Government designated to run the party, hotel and other various things for the foreign leaders...

The lobby of the hotel was much like in the airport in the sense there was a heavy amount of propaganda. The left and right walls were decorated entirely in glorious paintings, the left side being Eber Raus, first revolutionary leader, standing on top of a pile of rubble in a burning Berlin..Red Flags waving from a crowd before him.
The painting on the right was Wendelin Emmerich, Karl Marx, Friedrich Engels and Vladimir Lenin at a table in a large room. On the table laid multiple well known books such as "The Communist Manifesto" and "The State and Revolution".
Leaders would be immediately signed in by officials at the front lobby desk and shown their rooms down the hallways. Each room was the same, a large 2 bedroom suite decorated with German Communist art, and equipped with a mini-kitchen, three flat screen TV's and a free copy of "The Communist Manifesto" in the drawer.



Revolutionary Palace..Berlin

Wendelin Emmerich would fix a medal on his uniform as a security officer opened the door to his room, saying "Mr. President, most of the USSD leaders have arrived..What sha'll I tell themm.?"
Emmerich turned around to the officer and smiled "Well give them their schedules of course. And tell them Germany gladly welcomes its revolutionary allies!"



VolksReich Hotel

Each leader would be informed by security officers the schedule for the regional summit. Whether the leaders were in the room, or elsewhere in the hotel, somehow, the security officers found them and told them. The schedule was simple, the party at the Reichstag would be tomorrow night. Followed the next day by a meeting between national leaders at the People's Palace for a discussion on USSD affairs and information. This is were the photos would be taken, the information be noted and where major discussions on foreign policy and domestic policy of the USSD take place.
A day after that, Wendelin Emmerich announced he would take all the leaders on tours of the Collectivized German Farms, aswell as tour the famous German breweries and eat local foods in differing states. And after that, it seemed to be nothing but more summits during the day, and hotel lounging at night...

[Regents]

Volksreich Hotel, Room 169

Ian Ross was taking a nap in his bed, hoping to wake up the next morning and go to the summit. But, that plan was quickly foiled, as a loud knock on the door woke him up. He told them to wait a moment, as he wasn't decent to answer the door yet. When he was, there were two GDR security guards in uniform in front of him. Ian asked them:
"Did I do something illegal?"
The guards replied, chuckling
"No you didn't Mr. Ross, we're just here to deliver the schedule. Sorry for waking you."
Ian told them:
"No worries. Have a good one."
The guards left, and Ian closed the door behind them. He quickly reviewed the schedule. This is how Ian remembered it.
Tomorrow night: Party at the Reichstag
Discussion on USSD affairs, foreign policy and introductions
Photos!
More parties
More discussions

After reviewing the schedule, Ian got out of his room, and walked to the lobby, where he saw two other leaders shaking hands. Ian thought this would be a good time for a first impression, so he walked over to them and said hello, and shook hands with them. Ian noted that one of the leaders was wearing a pin with a small red-white-green flag on it. The other leader had a pin with a small blue-red flag with a red star on it. Ian asked them both a simple question:
"Hello gentlemen! I do trust your travel here was well?"

[Ulan-Ata]

Hotel Volksreich, Berlin, GDR


President General Sloven Selakov woke up. For a short moment he wondered what actually woke him. Then he realized that the noise cam from the coffee machine. It was the most modern coffee machine he ever had seen in his life - with a timer for the coffee to be made automatically.
When the machine was done, Selakov got up and went to the machine. Sometimes he thought, what really made him popular in his nation was the fact he had his coffee addiction in common with most of his people.
After finishing the coffee, he got dressed and went to the door of his room.
He opened it.
There, a young man stood in the corridor. He seemed to be a security guard. He laboriously fished a sheet of paper out of his pocket and handed it over to Selakov.
Selakov opened it. It was the schedule.
"Besten Dank, Meister" - he said. He wanted to give the guard some money, but he refused with a hand gesture and left.
Selakov read the schedule. He was surprised how many extra tours and parties were planned in, between all the discussions. It was slightly different from what he had imagined. But what did he know, after just two years in office, trying to get a tremendous nation out of the isolationism it had stuck in way too long ...
He put it into his pocket and went down, to the lobby. There, he saw three men with little flags on their suits talking to each other. He briefly checked whether his one was sticking where it belonged, too. Then he entered the lobby.

[The Canadian North-West]

It was around 1 pm by the time Prime Minister Winston's plane finally touched down, due to a set of miscommunications between the flight crew and the team coordinating the Minister's arrival. The error was eventually fixed, however, and the flight was redirected to the correct airport, arriving at the hotel a bit late.

The Volksreich
Upon arriving at the hotel, the Prime Minister takes a minute to appreciate just how well the GDR had been doing, and how quickly it was able to get up this new infrastructure. But, putting this aside, he picks up the schedule which he had laid on his bed, sees that the next event wasn't until the next day, and decides that now is a good time to continue work on the speech he had been writing about the Communist Party's future plans, and to catch up on global affairs which had occurred while he was on the plane...

Meanwhile, his aides were chatting amongst themselves just outside his room, waiting to see if the GDR had any other plans for the evening. After about a half an hour of waiting, they decided that there was probably no plans for the night, and decided to simply wander the hotel and take in the sights to be seen.

[Harissia]

The Volksreich Hotel
The 13 hour flight to Berlin was one of discomfort of Chairman Huojin. When the plane touched down in Germany he was too tired and too stressed to appreciate the fine architecture the GDR had to offer. It was not until he was woken in room 183 by the delivery of his schedule that he realized the beauty of the place in which he had slept. A Harissian hotel would provide you with what you needed when you needed it, but the Volksreich had that extra decorative touch that was pleasing to the senses.

The man who handed Jianghong the schedule did not say anything to the chairman, who suspected it was because he did not know a word of Chinese. The language barrier was indeed predicted as a major problem, so a translator was situated in room 184 despite the protests of the proud official who 'did not need to be babysat'. Huojin did not want to waste anymore time, so he proceeded to the lobby of the building, just to admire it. After a wander around the structure Huojin returned to his room and waited for the upcoming events.

[Ashenov]

Volksreich Hotel.

Arriving to the hotel was another experience for the President.
Despite a small fear of air travel, Dragovic managed to stay awake for both the 2 hour travel and the drive to the hotel. Perhaps the drive relaxed him, he certainly didn't feel tired.
Once he was guided to his room, Room 171, to leave his luggage there, he stayed there a while and made himself comfortable, but he felt that he just had to check the hotel out, so he left the room, and again he proceeded to wander around the place, cautiously observing every corner, every painting, the numbers on the room doors.
"Maybe this would be childish in the eyes of everyone else", he thought, but there was this impulse that told him it was ok.
A pair of young guards looked at him, he could tell they were slightly amused.
One of them approached him.

"Mister... Dragovic?" the guard asked.
"Ja" the President answered, despite the guard talked to him in English. He instantly regretted this.
"Here's your schedule sir, if you need anything, we are at your orders."
After handing the paper, the guard walked off, his partner following soon after.

Still a little embarrassed, Piotr gave a swift read to the schedule, and decided to return to his room for something to drink.
When he arrived again to the corridor, he saw a familiar face, the face of an old comrade of his, Augustus Livio.
Dragovic thought it was unbelievable to be meet him again this time as leaders of their respective homelands.
An atheist, he didn't believe in fate, but this possibly changed for a moment that day.

They had a chat, as usual of two aged friends who just reunite, when they were approached by a sharply dressed young man.
His clothes were vibrant, Piotr was instantly reminded of a flag, and from that flag he was instantly reminded of a nation, the Confederacy of Regents, a country he had never been before, nor met a leader of.

The man asked if their voyage was pleasant.
"I somehow didn't fall asleep, so that suffices, thankfully the ride from the airport was more amusing."- Piotr answered gleefully

[Concordato Tauriano]

Berlin
4:00 PM. Volksreich Hotel.


A busy street in the capital city of Germany.

Soon after Chairman Livio began talking with his dear old comrade, a very young person bearing a pin with the colors of the flag of a nation that recently joined the USSD - this person was the president of the Confederacy of Regents, Ian Ross. Ross arrived asking if both leader's voyage was satisfactory.

"Indeed it was, thanks" said Livio, who was wearing a white shirt and a grey formal jacket "I found the flight long, but relaxing, which is what I needed after a very busy month"

The leaders talked about topics like their own nations' everyday life, the stunning beauty of the city and the scheduled events. Soon after departing to his hotel room, Augustus was given a paper with the event's schedule, which he took and read in his room. The leader decided to relax a bit before that day's party.

[Ulan-Ata]

Before Selakov entered the lobby, he decided to go to the bar and order a second coffee, assuming this would become a long day.
Thinking about this, he suddenly noticed how well he actually had slept. He had suffered from insomnia as long as he could remember. But here, in the Volksreich, he had slept like a baby. He wasn't sure if this was the Berliner Luft everyone talked about, or if it was just the long flight and the time zone compensation.
The blond, blue-eyed lady behind the bar (Selakov assumed they had searched for a woman looking like this, to fit at least one German cliché) gave him a pot of coffee. Selakov gave her a five Dinars bill, said, "keep the change" and went over to the other leaders. He heard that they were talking about how the voyage had been.
"Good morning, gentlemen!" Selakov said. "If you don't know me yet" - in the same moment he thought, how should they even, since his nation had joined the USSD quite recently - "I'm President General Sloven Selakov, the leader of the Federation of Ulan-Ata." He pointed his finger onto his flag. "I hope you gentlemen had a pleasant voyage and sleep?"

[Chernotzkava]

Chernogorsk, Chernotzkava - 1:30 P.M.
After a few final arrangements, Witalis would stand from his desk and quickly move to the front door of the capitol building, standing and waiting for the security sweep of the block surrounding the building and of the path to the airport to finish. About five minutes later, the signal is given, Witalis quickly walking out to his limousine and ducking down inside, his two guards already sitting closer to the front of the vehicle. The trip there is short, the three vehicle convoy speeding its way down the closed off roads to the airport, only stopping to investigate a possible IED (an empty garbage can), other than that moving with no complications. The airport has been closed for the day in preparation for the departure, no civilians inside, the entire building being patrolled by armed men, even with a BMP-2 sitting guard in the parking lot and on the TARMAC. The escorts have already taken off, and with the leader quickly ushered to airliner it takes off within the next thirty minutes.

Berlin, German Democratic Reich - 5:45 P.M.
The airliner lands, the escorts quickly turning around and returning to Chernotzkava. At this point, Witalis is guided through the building slowly, admiring the beautiful structure, choosing not to talk to any of his fellow leaders or any other passersby, a guard on either side of him. After about 15 minutes he arrives to the front door, stepping into his limo and driving to the Volksreich hotel with no issue.
". . . Anatol", said Witalis, one his guards quickly perking up "Yes sir?", "March a fair distance behind me, I don't want to appear overly paranoid in the hotel.", "Yes sir.".
The convoy arrives, the guards stepping out first and peeking into the hotel, giving their leader a quick nod and holding the doors open.
From that point its Witalis walking calmly through the lobby, shaking hands and smiling, exchanging quick pleasantries or having short political discussions with any of his fellow leaders. He spends a few hours doing just this, before scurrying off to his room, guards in tow. The guards take post outside his room, him sighing and laying down to rest around 8:00 P.M....
"Anatol!", Witalis yells out, one of his guards peeking into the room. "Yes sir?", they reply. "Arrange a message be sent to the hotel staff and the leader of the GDR giving my thanks for the warm welcome.", "Yes sir."
...Now to wait for the summit to begin.

[Anarchist Stojam]

The German Democratic Reich, Berlin
At 4 PM, Branislav Kovac, the leader of Anarchist Stojam has arrived in the Berlin Airport, he was greeted by some people saying they are going to guide him in his way to the Volksreich Hotel, as he drove around Berlin, he was fascinated by the beautiful infrastructure and thought to make buildings like that in his nation, after 2 Hours he got to the hotel, he went to the reception, as he said "Room for Branislav Kovac" , as the worker said "Right this way", as he opened the door and stepped into his room, the worker left, and Branislav said to one of his servants "Tell my guards to come and also, make sure that I get all the hotel stuff right, alright?" "Yes Sir!" the servant ran and Branislav was alone in his room, he was tired after the long ride, anyways, he lied on his bed and activated the TV, He was excited for a Political Meeting for his new formed nation, looks like everything is going to be fine for now.

[The German Democratic Reich]

The same evening, at the lobby..


A security guard in the lobby seemed to hold the device in his right ear and listen intently before nodding, whistling over to the other corner of the lobby, where several enlisted soldiers in Rotee Armee Non-Combative Uniform were standing chatting. As soon as the whistled was heard, the soldiers stopped talking and began following the security guard, each step being made a loud thud due to their jackboots. While the activity seemed a bit suspicious, any more thought on the subject was interrupted by a female party member stepping infront of the leaders in the lobby, proudly displaying her flag pin on her dress.

"Good news! We are all ready for the Reichstag party, and the vehicles will be arriving in just a few moments..Can I offer you any coffee or anything in that time..?"


Alleyway Towards the back of the hotel


Several men struggled against their handcuffs, trying to break free, to no avail. "These are the ones with the device?" Asked an officer walking into the alleyway accompanied by the security guard and the soldiers from the lobby.

"Jawohl Genosse." Replied a man in a trenchcoat and tophat, who stepped from behind a dumpster..A State Security agent "It was a pressure cooker bomb und some fireworks."

"It seems from what I gathered from removing zeir fingernails, zhey are agents of the TCA.."

"TCA?" The Officer scowled, spitting on one of the prisoners. "Alright men. You know what to do...The Reich can't afford any public trials at the moment.."


The soldiers nodded, reaching from around their shoulders and pulling out their Vector SMGs, raising them and awaiting their officers word.
"Fire!"

The soldiers opened fire, the SMG fire ripping through the prisoners swiftly and effeciently.. Their limp bodies falling to the side..


Hotel

Those in the lobbies stopped at the SMG fire, some of the employees stopping their services and gasping.

The party member quickly brushed it off, shouting "Sorry ladies and gentlemen! That is the sound of the German Red Army practicing a new show for the oncoming victory parade that uses gunfire!"

The crowd returned to normal afterwards, continuing activity...


That is when four black armoured vand arrived.. "Now..Gentlemen..?"

[The Canadian North-West]

Albert Winston, having asked for a cup of coffee with a sugar cube, had been continuing working (no reason to stop working when there's nothing to do) when the gunshots had gone off. Understandably shaken, he was thankful that he hadn't had his coffee yet as he probably would've spilled it all over himself. Despite the Germans brushing it off as "just practice," the former general couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. But, having nothing else to go on, he shrugs it off, grabs his coffee from the waitress (and thanks her, of course), packed up the papers he had been writing, and prepared to get into one of the vans, when he realizes... what's with the change of vans? Wouldn't the ones from earlier have worked just as well? He asks one of the German officials:
"Hey, I know that some of us are the leaders of major countries, but even so, what's with the upped level of security?"

[Chernotzkava]

Witalis's Room

The leader is currently lounging in a comfy chair, watching the local news when the SMG rings out, his guards yelling in alert outside, one of them kicking down the door room and performing a quick sweep to ensure their leader is fine...Word reaches him just as he was about to call his personal convoy to pick him up for evac...
"Practice...Not exactly convincing but I suppose I'll have to take it..." he sighs, rubbing his temples and sighs, and once called upon for their transit he would move down to the lobby, guards standing in close proximity and eyeing anyone who passed them with suspicion. Upon arriving and seeing he wasn't going to be traveling in his personal convoy, his eyebrow twitches, glancing at the party member, wondering why his personal convoy wasn't going to be transporting him..But he shrugs it off, stepping into one of the vans with guards in tow.

[Harissia]

Huojin had been writing a letter to send back to Harissia to confirm a safe arrival when gunfire rang just outside the building. Panicking, he barricaded the door with the desk he was writing on and waited behind the side of the bed furthest from the room's entrance, waiting. After a few minutes he heard movement in the corridor, and was just about to leave through the window when a man banged on his door, struggled with the doorknob, and shouted something in German a him. The chairman was not prepared for this. He was frozen, already accepting the fate which lay in he hands of the men just outside his door.

Eventually, the door lock was broken and the desk was pushed out of the way. Several guards burst in with their guns drawn, expecting conflict, but met nobody but the resident of that room. They did, however, notice the open window in which Huojin had tried to escape. Several orders were transferred, and the men rushed downstairs, not to be seen again by Jianghong. The charman looked around his room, realised he was safe, and put his desk back upright.

His translator later informed him that he would be boarding armoured transport waiting just outside the hotel. He couldn't be happier.

[Anarchist Stojam]

Branislav was shaken by one his Servants, He quickly dressed up but first drank a cup of coffee, he went down the lobby, with his guards and waited down with all other leaders, "Test?" He said to one of the leaders that was there, he was waiting to be responded, "What the hell happened?" He thought to himself, Branislav was waiting there.

[Regents]

Party at the Reichstag

Ian Ross talked with the other leaders for a bit, then went back to his room and heard a few shots of gunfire. He just dismissed it as a GDR Military Display, as that was planned to be shown around now. On the way back, a soldier stopped him and said the Party at the Reichstag was ready. Ian said he would be ready soon to be driven there by the convoy of armored cars, and dismissed the soldier. He then continued on to his room, and put on his suit and tie, and then went back down to the lobby to b escorted to the Reichstag.

Later

After being escorted to the Reichstag, Ian Ross was greeted by flashing camera lights and a bright red carpet. It was then that Ian signaled the pilots to start the show, and soon enough colors of blue, red and yellow filled the sky, and the onlooking civilians cheered. Ian answered a few interview questions, and said that he was most excited to go to the USSD summit. He entered the Reichstag, and started to mingle with the other guests and leaders.

[The German Democratic Reich]

Albert Winston, having asked for a cup of coffee with a sugar cube, had been continuing working (no reason to stop working when there's nothing to do) when the gunshots had gone off. Understandably shaken, he was thankful that he hadn't had his coffee yet as he probably would've spilled it all over himself. Despite the Germans brushing it off as "just practice," the former general couldn't shake the feeling that something wasn't quite right. But, having nothing else to go on, he shrugs it off, grabs his coffee from the waitress (and thanks her, of course), packed up the papers he had been writing, and prepared to get into one of the vans, when he realizes... what's with the change of vans? Wouldn't the ones from earlier have worked just as well? He asks one of the German officials:
"Hey, I know that some of us are the leaders of major countries, but even so, what's with the upped level of security?"

"It is but a minor safety precaution." The Party Member assured "Please. Get to your vehicle, the party at the Reichstag is to start soon!" The party member seemed to be a bit more aggressive in trying to direct the official away from the hotel towards an armored vehicle this time around.
Any leader escorted to the vans would take a short drive to the Reichstag, down a highly decorated street flying GDR and USSD flags proudly from every window and every streetlamp. Crowds of people stood on the sidewalk, waving mini GDR flags and cheering at the vans, members of Spartacus Youth singing a song specifically written for the greeting of the leaders, the children singing as loud as they can in cheer to the Tune of a certain song from North Korea.

Banners of freedom are waving in the breeze,
We'll march together, never brought to our knees.
The alliance from which the revolution rose,
And the mighty union that crushes all its foes!

WELCOME! COMRADES!
WELCOME! COMRADES!

The alliance from which the revolution rose,
And the mighty union that crushes all its foes!

Though we are different, we stand now as one,
Our newfound friendship will be second to none.
Welcome to our revolutionary fatherland
Guided by Emmerich's greater hand!

WELCOME! COMRADES!
WELCOME! COMRADES!

The alliance from which the revolution rose,
And the mighty union that crushes all its foes!

Party at the Reichstag

Ian Ross talked with the other leaders for a bit, then went back to his room and heard a few shots of gunfire. He just dismissed it as a GDR Military Display, as that was planned to be shown around now. On the way back, a soldier stopped him and said the Party at the Reichstag was ready. Ian said he would be ready soon to be driven there by the convoy of armored cars, and dismissed the soldier. He then continued on to his room, and put on his suit and tie, and then went back down to the lobby to b escorted to the Reichstag.

Later

After being escorted to the Reichstag, Ian Ross was greeted by flashing camera lights and a bright red carpet. It was then that Ian signaled the pilots to start the show, and soon enough colors of blue, red and yellow filled the sky, and the onlooking civilians cheered. Ian answered a few interview questions, and said that he was most excited to go to the USSD summit. He entered the Reichstag, and started to mingle with the other guests and leaders.

The Reichstag was as beautiful as ever, multiple KPD flags flying from the roof of the building as another sign of German unity through the party. The front of the Reichstag was the 'public' party, an event open to the general public with complimentary food, drinks, and a dance floor. Several police officers watched the crowd gathering the public party intently, arresting anyone who passed a yellow line close to the Reichstag entrance.

A red carpet would lead from where the cars would drop off leaders to the Reichstag entrance, where leaders were greeted by General Mark Knirsch, smiling with each handshake and saying "Welcome to the GDR..."


Several APC's drove through the streets of Berlin near the Reichstag, visibly armed soldiers riding the side of the vehicles and looking on at all crowds suspiciously..There was a sense of security mixed with the sense of something wrong occurring..

[Ashenov]

After the chat, Dragovic decided he was kind of tired and entered his room.
He was already used to the place, since he already wandered ten times over across the entire installations, so he thought that it was time to give himself a chance to relax, so he took a small nap.

It was one of those naps wherein someone wakes up disoriented, and the fact that he was awoken by a loud sound didnt exactly help his after-nap dizziness.
As for the sound, he attributed it to his imagination, as when someone wakes up after "falling" inside a dream.
As he left his room, visibly nervous guards explained what happened.
Dragovic was somehow so comfortable that he didn't delve deeper into the issue, and even if he intended to, he was then instructed to go to his vehicle to be driven to the party.

It was another pleasant ride, he was still amazed by the German commitment, and feeling refreshed, he quickly forgot about the gunfire problem. He was more distressed about the fact that he lost time to meet some of the newly arrived leaders.
"Perhaps the party will fix that" he said to himself.

He arrived to the beautiful Reichstag, perfectly ornamented for the event.
He saw a red carpet, and people eager to see him.
He also noticed armored vehicles casually rolling the streets, but he couldn't help but guiltily feel at home, a practice so common in Ashenov.

He stepped out, there were no worries, for him, at least.

(OOC: In a combination of schoolwork, an increasingly failing Internet and just overall laziness, i saw fit to not post in a few days, but from this point on everything will go back to normal.

[Chernotzkava]

Reichstag
The leader smiles, waving at the crowds, taking a few steps out of his vehicle before being followed by his guards who eyed the camera crews suspiciously. He spends the next few hours at the party socializing, shaking hands with representatives, having short conversations with others, all the while his guards standing behind him. Witalis himself is dressed in a well tailored suit, his hair in proper order and his mustache closely trimmed. The ever present guards are wearing Chernotzkavan dress uniforms, carrying polished bolt action rifles with shiny bayonets on the ends, and while they appear to be for show their both chambered and loaded, bayonets finely sharpened and ready to go at a moment's notice.