And Eden Sank With Grief (IC,MT-PMT,CLOSED)

[Garwall]

Josef observes the arguments, awaiting a time to speak. In the lull of discussion, Josef raises from his seat, raising his hands. "Gentlemen, this is unnecessary." Josef declares. "Why must New-Belka be absorbed into mainland Gibet? Surely some form of Commonwealth, a joint Union of the two states, with equal power vested in both leaders, a peaceful resolution can be reached." He declared.

"Sir, if I may speak.." His advisor whispers into Josef's ear. Josef waves his hand, motioning for the Ambassador to step away. "However," he started, "If Gibet continues its demmands to reabsorb this independent Nation and abuse its resources for its own gain, Garwall has no choice but to stand with new-Belka and Prime Minister Schreider." He looks around the room, nods and takes his seat, withdraws a small military flask from his side, and takes a deep swig.

[Albaie]

" I agree with everything you have put forward it is only your right as they are your old territories. And how dare you call my ally a idiot " said the prince before roaring the final part in his eyes were cold rage .

[Mesarian]

John smirked lightly and eyed up the prince before speaking.
"They are not Gibetan terrtories Prince, you forget New-Belka is a free independant Nation, Gibet is just trying to bully its way into more resources the fact that the President's very words on the matter in his presintation were 'should this not be permitted, we WILL act' that doesn't sound to me like a man who is actually willing to listen to International opinion"
John then turned from the Prince to President Stroope.
"I admit my words were heated and Idiot was slightly harsh of me, but you simply can't deny what your saying shows you in a light of a world-wide Bully. New-Belka isn't in your territory any more, they LEFT, they're free and indipendant. The fact that you even feel entitled to these resources which are, as you said over a Dozen Miles OUTSIDE of Gibet's borders is cause for concern"

Once again he paused and took a long breath, trying to calm down - the tension in the room was bad enough without him making things worse.
As Josef stood up John immediatly turned his gaze towrds him and listen intently, a COMMONWEALTH. John didn't like the idea but it was better then Gibet forcing its way in and taking the resources from New-Belka, leaving them with nothing.
Instead of speaking he remained silent, waiting for someone else to speak - he'd already caused an International problem and he'd only been a Mesarian Ambassador again for less then 1 day

[Albaie]

The EASAS were now allon edge and had spread out around the room with one behind every ambassador. " do not smirk at me my brother has killed for less and I would do everything he would do" the prince said he was now fuming.

[Gibet]

"Ladies and Gentlmen, if this is the best that can come from this meeting of great nations, then....I have no choice but to return to my homeland and take the necessarry steps to protect her." Those were it.......With those few words, the New-Belkan Administration, unwilling to compromise in the face of a bully-state, had finished their part in this conference. There would be no partitioning....no resources....no peace.


As Prime-Minister Schrieder stood to leave, he stops half-way to the door and turns and looks at the group that had gathered there to make peace. "I pray you find your peace....OUR conciense is clear." With that, he and his group left. They walked calmly through the large halls of the luxiurious hotel and out into the street where the boarded their personal car which then drove them on towards the airport. Then....it would be home-bound.

Even as the New-Belka Delegation left, President Stroope was smiling...of all things. He shook his head slowly and stood a final time.

"Ladies and Gentlmen...as you have just seen, there is but one enemy here--those who are afraid of progress. Those who are afraid of change....we offered them everything in exchange for very little....yet, they have refused. However, rest assured that we shall act reasonably. This....international reaction from all of you have brought me to reasoning.....We shall not act in any harsh ways." As he spoke, he looked from one delegate to another until finally resting his eyes on the map of Gibet.....

"However, I have the security of my people to concern myself with........Should New-Belka act unreasonably....well, let's just say you'll hear about it." He smiled again.

[Garwall]

Josef shakes his head, sighing. He looks to his Advisor, and leans in close. "I was hoping I wouldn't have to send this letter out, but it seems we have no choice." He reaches deep into a pocket inside his coat, withdrawing a small letter with the words "Executive Order 4-C" stamped on the front. He hands it to the Advisor. "Make sure this makes it to the Supreme Senate. Things best be ready to move by the time I return. I must have a talk with our friend Stroope here."

This is always a no-no for foreign political advisors. There was no way he was going to let his Leader sit down with a slightly-off Tyrant poised to invade a neutral country. "Your Excellency, you can't be serious--" Josef abruptly stands, fixing his Military uniform, and begins to approach President Stroope, his private Guard in tow, leaving a speechless Foreign Affairs specialist behind.

[Albaie]

Two EASAS walked to the door and blocked it " you should sit back down and agree " said one of them " or you can feel some metal " said the other. The prince smiled and looked over at the President

[Gibet]

Stroope turns to address Josef but, he is already making his way over. He crosses his arms and replies:

"I am ...deadly serious. I will not stand-by when the resources needed to help my people are merely twelve miles across a border. Particulary when the nation holding them is a former-territory. They know their roots....they know the duty to the Fatherland they must fulfill; and yet, there they go....arm in arm..skipping away as if nothing will happen." He shakes his head..

"No, no.....when IT happens, rest assured, it WILL get us what we need........and maybe...just maybe..what we want." He looks away--towards the doors. He smiles again.

"Ladies and Gentlmen, if there is nothing else, I'm afraid our hospitality has run out." With that, he began to gather-up the papers and documents before him.

[Dimoniquid]

The Dimoncists had sighed, seeing the dissaproval of each nation. As the two men blocked the door, the special forces had immediatly reached for their pistols. "We reccommend you step away from those doors." One man said pulling his pistol out and aiming it at them. "If nothing peaceful can be resolved, then... I suppose we have to fear for the worst." Liam said to the group.

[Gibet]

"I cannot promise it will get any better from here but.......I can promise you this: only New-Belka.........nothing more. That's all we ask..." Stroope said as he turned and approached Liam and Julie...........

"Herr Liam....it's been a pleasure meeting you..." He offers his hand to shake and then, turns to Julie.....

"Fraulien, I can honestly say I pray for a safe return to your homeland." With that, he bows respectfully. Even though they might be Tyrannical Dictators, they still had to show respect and civilized manners in the face of the world.

[Albaie]

The Dimoncists had sighed, seeing the dissaproval of each nation. As the two men blocked the door, the special forces had immediatly reached for their pistols. "We reccommend you step away from those doors." One man said pulling his pistol out and aiming it at them. "If nothing peaceful can be resolved, then... I suppose we have to fear for the worst." Liam said to the group.

The man behind their delegate drew his sword grabbing the delegate and placing the blade across his throat while all the other men had drawn their combat pistols and aimed them at the men who had theirs out. The prince could sense the fear and drew his automatic revolver in one hand his rapier in the other " put down the guns or I will come over and get them" the prince commanded his men were spread everywhere theirs one place.

[Gibet]

"Christ..." Stroope muttered. He withdrew a small Makarov PPM pistol. He didn't aim at anyone in particular. He just drew it and began talking.

"Prince, I highly recommend you order your men to let these people go. We have no quarrels with them. The fact that they snuck-in weaponry is just a minor set-back. Please, we don't want this to escalate AT ALL." He really didn't want a fight...not here..not now. It would make a mess of his plans.

[Garwall]

"President Stroope."

Josef called. Sensing the unrest near the doors, his guard reaches into a special fold in his dress pants of his uniform, a compartment perfectly tailored to fit a .45 caliber pistol, removing it from his pocket. Josef fingers a small .32 Calibur Revolver of his own, but does not draw it quite yet. Despite the possible shoot-out, Josef maintained a calm demeanor. He's negotiated worse situations before, most of them in the former Rebel Headquarters.

He smiles at Stroope, nodding slightly. "Perhaps we may speak a little more in-depth about this issue? Naturally, my inclination would be to come to New-Belka's aid, but that may be able to be rectified, with a little negotiation from both sides." He glances at the door, where tensions are most certainly rising, and faces Stroope again. "But now may not be the best place for such a discussion."

[Albaie]

" men stand down " said the prince waving his sword to the left before sheeting it but he kept out his pistol " now get out before I let them out to play again"

[Gibet]

"Indeed....." Stroope agreed. The pistol was now just laying in his hand.....pointed at the floor. He had nothing to gain by arresting or killing these delegates. No political favors....no good graces...nothing. He had a different agenda than the Prince's....different by far.

"It has been made quite clear that there can be no negotiations here....."

[Garwall]

As soon as the guns came out, the Foreign Affairs advisor knew it was out of his hands. In Garwall culture, this was a completely different form of negotiation. Whoever had the biggest gun when the guns came out, led the negotiations. Josef and his guard, both had fairly damaging pistols. The Advisor, had a pen. He pushed his way through the delegates, carrying the Executive Order, leaving for Garwall immediatly.

Josef's fingers relaxed, and moved away from the weapon nestled in his uniform. His Guard did not put away his pistol, however, such was Garwall-style politics. Once a weapon was drawn, it didn't go away.

"Stroope, where may we discuss these matters privately?" said Josef. "I am not due back to Belgratz just yet. We had expected official negotiations to last... Longer." He smirked slightly.

[The New Peoples Union]

"No surprise THAT went south." President Grimm said to himself. He stood up and began walking out of the room- slowly. “Captain” he said to the large man in a black and red military uniform beside him. “I want all troops combat ready in 48 hours. Call the senate and council into session as soon as we arrive in New Carthage.” “Sir,” the captain asked, “Who’s side are we on?” “Our people will not sit idly by as an independent nation is conquered. They will demand we defend the sovereign rights of New-Belka.” President Grimm declared “Yes, Sir” the captain replied with a smile. “Oh, and captain,” The President said loud enough for everyone to hear. “If anyone dares point a gun at me, you are cleared to fire.”

[Mesarian]

Shepard stood up after remaining silent through the remainder of the meeting, he smirked once more and tried to hold back a small laugh - he found it cute that the Prince thought his men could threaten and over power 7 Mesarian soldiers - let alone when 6 of them are N-S troopers, the most Elite fighters Mesarian had to offer.
He walked over to Captain Oleary, accomponied by Ozone and Kar, who had moved away from the door in all of the commotion and was standing in the corner of the room, readying herself for a fight
"Oleary, we're leaving - there is no point in this" John whispered to Oleary she smiled.
"Agreed, these people are no better then Disdanians - I'll send the message, cars should be out front in 5 Mikes"

With that Oleary marched away with her hand on her ear and began quietly 'talking to herself'
Meanwhile John watched as Presdient Grimm left, overhearing his order - all these threats were annoying him now.
"I must take my leave as well" He said loudly to the other Ambassadors "Im not going to make a threat like so many here today have, just a promise, Presdient Stroope if Gibet engages in any unprovoked hostile acts against the independant Nation of New-Belka Mesarian WILL intervene with all of the might we have to offer."

John then waved and the rest of Swallow squad formed up around him. Walking through the door John looked towards the Prince and stopped for a moment.
"And Prince, today was an International Conference so I let you off... but i would highly recomend you don't ever again threaten a Mesarian who is being guarded by a Squad of N-S Troopers or it may end badly for you, your men may look the part but chances of them taking out an entire squad in close quarters without a grenade and a suicidal temperment are none existent."
That said Shepard and Swallow Squad proceeded to march out of them room and down the corridor towards the elevator.

[Gibet]

It was official.........there would be no peace.....the actions taken by many today had prooven it. Now, it was only a matter of time before war broke-out. With Both sides unable to compromise...and Gibet unwilling to stand-down, there would be nothing preventing conflict.


Stroope merely waved everyone off and then turned to address Josef....

"My good sir, I am afraid there can be no further negotiations......this meeting is over." With that, Stroope turned to leave...a small smile upon his face. This had prooven his theory....even if it meant war, there was no doubt that these other nations would rally to help New-Belka....

The only problem was that New-Belka wouldn't have a chance. Not only was the nation small, it also had no real-standing army.....let alone anything really able to stop the modernized-army of Gibet....

[Garwall]

Josef snorted, shaking his head. "I was hoping we could come to an agreement, an armistice or alliance between two Nations, but it seems you are unwilling to listen to reason." He pats down his uniform again, appearing dignified. He eyed the men in the room as they filter out through the door.

It's hard to say which side he would pledge his force to. If Gibet does invade New-Belka and siezes control of the resources there, it would be a tremendous boon for Garwall to support Stroope's regime. However, other nations would react, and would take military action to defend New-Belka. He would have to wait before making any orders... However, there was one he could issue.

"It seems I'll be back in time to deliver the Order myself." remarked Josef, to the Guard next to him. The large man nodded, and they make their way towards the door.

[Dimoniquid]

Liam shook hands. Julie smiled, and left behind him. "I like him."

"Julie, you fuck people over for a living - of course you're going to like someone who bends over." The military man said, following the guards out. He undid his jacket, and pulled out a cigarette. "We're screwed. Either way - we stick with either side, we're screwed." He said, lighting it.

"Seriously? We'll just have to wait. I hate waiting." Julie said. Hopefully peace would find itself before anything bad would start. As they sat in the car, the waited for the airport.