The Nuranto Summit {SUNALAYA ONLY}

[Belantica]

The Nuranto Summit of the Economic Advancement Agreement (Or the REDBUL Deal)

The Nuranto Metropolitan Government Center in downtown Nuranto

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The Economic Advancement Agreement, or dubbed "REDBUL" by the media, is the largest and most complex trade agreement in Sunalayan history. The deal, consisting of 6 founding nations, would affect how business and trade is conducted between the member states. Six nations, being Rhodevus, Esotana, Dormill and Stiura, Belantica, Umbrellya, and Lindenholt, have came to discuss the creation and the implementation of this deal in the beautiful city on Nuranto in Belantica, a city built on trade over the course of hundreds of years, becoming a true marvel in itself for being on the front line of trading for so long, a world-class city where many flock to to create a better life. Today the city would host the largest trade agreement's inaugural meeting, which is seen as very important for the city and her residents. The Nurantinites wish for those traveling here today to enjoy their fine city and want to give them the best impression of a truly global city.

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Nuranto
5:35 AM
Coordinator Alex Tremblay
Alex was speeding down one of the city's underground highways, making sure he drove to the NMGC as quickly as he could since the first of the attendees were going to arrive in a few short hours, and that he woke up later than excepted. his foot flat on the gas pedal as he made the little 4 cylinder engine scream inside his new blue Lancet L-200, making the little car go upwards of around 100 MPH through the tunnel's 60 MPH zone, but he wasn't concerned about getting nicked for speeding that day, as he knew that any police officer that stops him would have to escort him right to the Met. He saw his exit, and went hard on the cars brakes to slow down enough, flaying out of the portal, and catching some minor air, maybe the most extreme thing he would have done today. Up ahead, he saw one of the checkpoints the NPS set up to keep traffic away from the Met for security reasons, he slowed down, and came to a stop before a retractable security barrier. And officer then walked up to his window, looking in.

"What's your business here, sir?", the officer asked with a stern look across his face.
"I'm Alex Tremblay, the coordinator." Alex responded.
"Oh, Mr. Tremblay. I see you're running a bit behind schedule, you better rush down to the Met." The officer said, while giving a hand signal for another policewoman to pull back the barrier to allow for Alex to pass through.

Alex then drove into the zone they quartered off for the meeting, and the barrier was shut once he got past the checkpoint. He found in odd that normally, he wouldn't have to stop at a police checkpoint to get to work, and that the street he was driving on would be filled with traffic, but only seeing several parked city vehicles and TV vans in the area, and not another moving car or truck in sight besides a police vehicle with it's flashing red and blue lights on. The then pulled into the NMGC's parking garage and slid his little car in a spot, and then got out and started to walk quickly towards the elevator rank to get to the building's lobby, where he would meet with some of the staff to give a briefing, and to be there later on to greet the attendees and press.

Nuranto Police Headquarters
5:46 AM
Chief Michael Thompson
The chief of police stood by his window and looks out, watching all the people shuffling about and the traffic trying to reroute itself away from the quartered off zone, causing some blockages and tailbacks. He then turned around to see who was knocking at his door, which was a commander holding some papers in her right hand and her cap in the left. he then waved her into his office.

"Sir if I may," she said," It think we should review a couple of things before this thing kicks off."
"Of course," the chief said, "we don't want anyone to mess this up."
"Which has brought to my attention," the commander spoke up again," That there is a group of protestors near the zone that may try to disrupt the meeting."
"Great," the chief responded with a growlish tone,"just when I thought everything was going to be fine, a group of people who have nothing better to do then to give us hell decides they want to mess this up. Not on my watch!"
"What would you like me to tell my officers on the ground?"
"Right now, tell them to keep an eye on them and to not let them get near the Met, as it is a security risk for these VIPs of foreign nations. If any of them gets hurt or killed on my watch, I would be up shit creek without a paddle."
"I understand sir, I'll tell them to keep them away from the building and not disrupt anything."
"Correctamundo,now does all the members of the media have press passes?"
"I'm sure most of them do, but I wouldn't put it past us that a few are some of those underground journalists. We do have a list of all the press members who have obtained a press pass."
"What about transportation?"
"I have several units of the highway patrol division waiting at Flint International for their motorcades to get them to the city center quickly and safely."
"And what about their personal safety?"
"Most of them have their own bodyguards and protection teams, but there are police and security officers near and around them inside the Met. You can never be too careful these days."
"Nice, now I won't keep you hanging around here since you need to head down there to oversee both the protestors, the guys on duty in that area, and making sure the VIPS get in and out without a hassle."
"Yes sir!"
The commander then put on her cap and gave a quick salute, before turning around and walking towards the elevators.
The chief than took off his tweed jacket and set it on the back of his chair, and then sat at his desk, fiddling with a cigar before lighting it up to take a few puffs off of it.

[Dormill and Stiura]

Air over Nuranto, Belantica
6:00 AM Local Time
Minister of the Treasury Philippine Lémieux

Sitting in his moderately well dressed jet offered by the Dormill-Stiuraian government, Philippine (who has constantly been called Phil) is taking one last drink from his shot glass before the craft begins landing. In front of the former captain of industry who helped modernize the Avillon International Banking Institute was a binder, plastered atop it the Seal of the Ministry of the Treasury and within are a series of notes concerning the Sunalaya Economic Advancement Agreement (or as the media has constantly called it the "REDBUL Agreement") and suggestions made by both a fair few of his constituents, other members of the Ministry of the Treasury, and President Richelieu's personal goals for the agreement which included "a new provision that will allow the admission of new members over time", "any kind of deal that enhances Dormill-Stiuraian command over trade resources and trade routes", and most curiously of them all "additional provisions for the commencement of an economic union between some members".

Phil had some idea that, through the news he has heard out of the National Congress in the past day, Dormill and Stiura has been taking steps to become a leader in uniting multiple nations in Ventismar behind a singular objective, utilizing this agreement to stimulate dialogues among multiple nations that would eventually lead to a revitalization of the Ventismar Union founded between Lindenholt, De Felueves, and Felsinean Valley. He of course was wary of the direction the government took, but his concerns were the treasure, which would definitely grow bigger with the cooperation between several other equally powerful economies.

"This is the pilot, we are beginning our landing Mr. Lémieux, please strap in."
As the Minister straps in and the skyline of Nuranto begins to come into view, he prepares to speak about what he needs to speak about.

Up at the controls, the pilot contacts ATC at Nuranto Approach to begin landing.

"Nuranto Approach, Gold One, radio check."

"Gold One, Nuranto Approach, I read you five."

"Nuranto Approach, Gold One requesting clearance to descend for landing."

"Gold One, cleared for ILS approach runway twenty-nine left."

"Cleared for ILS approach runway twenty-nine left, Gold One."

"Gold One, wind is zero eight three at six point nine five knots, runway twenty nine left, cleared to land."

"Cleared to land runway twenty-nine left, Nuranto Approach."

"Gold One, switch to Nuranto Ground at 172.315"

"Wilco, Nuranto Approach."

With a smooth touchdown, and the frequency change, Phil's plane taxis in quickly to make space for the multitude of other aircraft that are still using the airport. The press were all over the Minister as he made his way out of security and walked towards the jet black and heavily armored limo, studded with the flags of the six current members, that constituted his addition to the motorcade. It trailed behind the Rhodeve car and sat ahead of the Esotanan, Lindian, and Umbrelleit cars, all of which awaited their representatives who will convoy out to the NMGC and commence the beginning of talks. Until then, Phil sat near his car, where black-suited men stand in front of the door, and reviewed his notes while sitting on a nearby bench.

[Rhodevus]

Rhode One
6:05 am

Diana yawned, peering out of the window towards a quickly approaching Narunto International Airport. She had only been back in mainland Rhodevus for 12 hours before she was flown to Narunto, Belantica. It was an exhausting flight, and the lack of a large amount of sleep was not helping much. She did have enough time to get some rest, and look through the pictures she took while on vacation. She already had them sorted into those which she wanted to keep, and those which she could give to the media.

It still befuddled her as to why people cared so much about her vacations. Yes, she was a leader, but everyone went on vacations. Especially those to du Fleurs which were incredibly cheap when flying from the mainland. Diana did enjoy the peace and quiet of being able to travel around the island in her own vehicle and climb up mountains like she had done in her youth. She smiled at the thought. Even back then she had security guards around her, being both the heir presumptive and daughter to the current king.

An announcement rang out over the communication system. "Welcome to Narunto airport. Local time is 6-O-5 and the skies are clear."

The announcement woke up Rob Paulson, the Rhodeve Minister of International Trade, who had been sleeping for the entirety of the trip. For as tired as Diana was, Mr. Paulson was even more so; having been up constantly, handling dozens of meetings around the world. He had not set foot in Rhodevus, apart from the Kingstown airport, in little over two weeks.

Gabriella Andrews, the Minister of Corporations and Business Finance encompassed the final of the three main members in the Rhodeve retinue. She was still sitting quietly writing down notes about various parts of the first draft of the agreement which had been emailed to all member nations involved. Diana was glad to have a business lawyer on board, to make sure there were no loopholes which might damage the Rhodeve economy in any way.

When the plane finally stopped, all the members of the team left the plane and into the main airport complex. Ms. Andrews was the first to come and speak with Diana, "so, just making sure we know what we are doing-"

"The agreement needs to remain a trade agreement and little else. Any other changes which may improve Rhodevus's role in the agreement." Diana interrupted.

"And to discuss with other members about the necessity keeping this agreement as a singular aspect. We don't want this turning into another WesTO do we."

Diana smiled. "No we don't. We already have that one, and by the end of it, it was quite useless. Besides, there is no real cold war going on that it would be needed. Well, besides certain groups, but I feel that we can deal with that."

Ms. Andrews nodded. "of course, your highness -um- Diana."

The group made their way through the crowds of press and media, as they took pictures of their group. Ahead of them were the Dormillian ministers, who were also speaking with the media. The door to their limo was opened and Diana stepped inside, followed by the rest of her committee.

[Lindenholt]

The Artwinger suburbs 6.30 am
The quiet suburbs surrounding Artwingen were quiet during this time of day. The suburbs were located only a few kilometres from the central business district of Artwingen, which would cost the average worker half an hour to commute to their work. Due to the close proximity of the spacious suburbs life on the roads started much later than in other countries. Across the borders of Lindenholt city planners had overlooked the trouble of placing suburbs dozens of miles from the working places.

At exactly 6 hours and 30 minutes in to the day a harsh alarm sounded in the Carpaij residence, and alarm which could be heard in the large backyard was bordered by an artificial body of water. Lindian cities were were made with beauty and nature in mind, and such ponds were constructed to beautify the area which would otherwise be a concrete jungle. The lack of much concrete also prevented the area from flooding due to rainfall - weather that is frequent - due to the absorbing qualities of dirt and plants.

The alarm clock sounded for exactly 3 minutes after a visibly annoyed middle-aged man gave it a smack whilst saying the word "Godverredomme" three times in a row. This was the wake-up routine of the Lindian prime minister. Still overcome from sleep, his excellency made his way for the bathroom, grabbed his shaving cream and blade, and started to remove the hairs from his face. Mildly injuring him self in the process. After a quick shower the prime minister finally woke up, and he proceeded to get dressed and made himself breakfast. A modest Dutch breakfast consisting out of just a cheese sandwich.

After saying his goodbye to his family of 3, the prime minister made his way to the garage and sat down in his car. At 7.30 he left the house for the airport where the prime-ministerial plane was awaiting him.

It took him an hour to arrive to Lindenholt's largest airport, which was located about 25 kilometres or so from the city of Artwingen. He entered the private plane terminal with his two bags, and was greeted by the military police who let him in to his plane.

A dull flight of several hours would follow. During which the prime minister took out his bag, and started looking through the books that he had brought. In fear of arriving too late for the plane, the prime minister simply grabbed a few books from his bookshelf. "Biology" the cover said. He opened it, "Symbiogenesis". He started reading.

Without actually knowing what a prokaryotic cell was he kept on reading. Time passed much quicker, and before he knew it the pilot announced they were going to land.

"Nuranto Approach, GENT-1* with you at 1-4-5-0-0 feet. Requesting clearance for approach."

*=GENT is an abbreviation for Gewoon Een Niet-bestaand Toestel. Just another non-existent plane. (JANEP/GENT, is a shameless copy of this: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Janet_(airline) )

[Belantica]

Nuranto Flint International ATC Tower
6:25AM
It of course is a normal morning at Flint, air traffic both heading in and out is starting to pick up for the day, and the ATC center is already hard at work making sure all the flights are getting in and out without too much hassle. ATC picked up GENT-1 transmission and opened up a channel.

"GENT-1, Nuranto Approach. We read you loud and clear, we'll start getting you in. Descend and maintain 8-0-0-0 feet at 200 knots, and follow holding pattern until we can can get you on the ground. We have a couple of departures that need to clear the active runways before we can grant you clearance"

Following that, the plane carrying the Belantic attendees gave a call out to the ATC.

"Nuranto Approach, Liberty 1. We are approaching your area on a heading of two-zero-zero at 2-5-0-0-0 feet. Requesting clearance to enter holding pattern for approach."
"Liberty 1, Nuranto Apptoach, descend and maintain 1-0-0-0-0 feet at 200 knots for holding pattern, we have two aircraft to depart, and we'll try to get you in along with another aircraft also in holding.
"Wilco, Liberty 1."

A minute later, Departure signaled that both 29L and 29R were clear, allowing Apporach to utilize both of the active runways.

"GENT-1, you are cleared to line up- with runway two-niner Left and begin your landing. Upon touchdown, switch to frequency 172.315 for Nuranto Ground, have a good day GENT-1!"

[Lindenholt]

Nuranto Flint International ATC Tower
6:25AM
It of course is a normal morning at Flint, air traffic both heading in and out is starting to pick up for the day, and the ATC center is already hard at work making sure all the flights are getting in and out without too much hassle. ATC picked up GENT-1 transmission and opened up a channel.

"GENT-1, Nuranto Approach. We read you loud and clear, we'll start getting you in. Descend and maintain 8-0-0-0 feet at 200 knots, and follow holding pattern until we can can get you on the ground. We have a couple of departures that need to clear the active runways before we can grant you clearance"

Following that, the plane carrying the Belantic attendees gave a call out to the ATC.

"Nuranto Approach, Liberty 1. We are approaching your area on a heading of two-zero-zero at 2-5-0-0-0 feet. Requesting clearance to enter holding pattern for approach."
"Liberty 1, Nuranto Apptoach, descend and maintain 1-0-0-0-0 feet at 200 knots for holding pattern, we have two aircraft to depart, and we'll try to get you in along with another aircraft also in holding.
"Wilco, Liberty 1."

A minute later, Departure signaled that both 29L and 29R were clear, allowing Apporach to utilize both of the active runways.

"GENT-1, you are cleared to line up- with runway two-niner Left and begin your landing. Upon touchdown, switch to frequency 172.315 for Nuranto Ground, have a good day GENT-1!"

"Nuranto Approach, line up for 2-9 left, frequency 172.315 upon landing, GENT-1 have a nice day."
The captain, tired from the long flight, looked at the middle console where the radio's frequency could be changed. He started to turn the knob until he got to the frequency Nuranto approach had told him. "172.315" he said out loud. Now, with the flick of a switch the frequency would be changed. Meanwhile the co-pilot was preparing the plane for landing, and descending to 8000 feet.

In the cabin the prime minister had prepared his suitcase and he had organized all his stuff in order to leave the plane as quick as possible. Mere minutes passed, when the plane made a smooth touchdown at Nuranto in Belantica.

The medium-sized aircraft taxied towards the area of the airport that the Belantican ground control directed them to. The plane came to a full stop, and the prime minister declared: 'Let's get off this thing'. The flight attendant on board opened the door and the prime minister walked down the stairs...

[Umbrellya]

"Audrel, get me a Black Scotch, would you?" Asks Prime Minister Gdańsk. "Absolutely." Audrel she responds. She suddenly freezes in her path towards the drink bar. "But sir, we're about to land."

"Does it matter?", he says as he positions himself towards her. "Well I don't want Umbrellya's first impression to be off while meeting and discussing the merits of the largest trade treaty in history. If you catch my reasoning."

"I'm sure everyone will be a little tipsy." He replies. Audrel rolls her eyes. She proceeds to sit down beside the Prime Minister. "H-h-hey. What about my drink?"

"No, sir. You.. have.. obligations." Audrel emphasized. "Hm. You may be right." He says. "Well yeah, clearly. I always am." She replies sarcastically. "Heh. That's why you're my advisor." All of the sudden, the PA system around the plane sounded. "Mr. Prime Minister. We're within 5 minutes of descending into Nuranto International Airport, and I advise that you secure all items and property safely. The same is expected of other passengers on this flight. It is currently a comfy 21 degrees celsius and sunny in Nuranto-Core, and is expected to remain in this state until 17:00 this evening."

Gdańsk yawned, then peered outside of the plane window. The rather impressive skyline upon the horizon hosted several spikey skyscrapers within the cloud of the metropolitan fog. Gdańsk looked over at Audrel, "I suppose I should get ready."

"You've had 10 hours to get ready, sir." She responds. Gdańsk straightens his Prussian blue tie, then dusts off his charcoal suit. "There." He looks up at Audrel in satisfaction. "You have a lot of humour for a Reelect-Candidate, days away from the elections." Audrel says.

"I have faith Umbrellas will make the right decision on Friday. A fascist party in power would definitely seal the fate of Umbrellya." He responded, Adurel nodded.

Nuranto International Airport, Nuranto

Gdańsk's private jet begins to taxi towards terminal 7. Just under the Nuranto IA communications tower. "Here we are, sir. Are you ready to depart? Our reservations to sign in for your room in the Krump Tower Hotel & Suites are in 40 minutes."

[Dormill and Stiura]

Nuranto Flint International Airport
6:40 AM Local
Minister of the Treasury Philippine Lémieux
Incidentally refused to enter his car until the remaining members of the meeting appeared, Phil decided to make his way towards the others he will be debating with on this historic day.

As he walked back into the airport, he proceeded to follow the news crew that has surrounded Queen Diana and her entourage from proceeding out of the airport terminal. He managed to press his way around the press, waving towards the Rhodeve Queen as she spoke among her other dignitaries.

Bowing before her and shaking her hand in a way taught to every minister, he begins to speak, "I am humbled to be in the presence of the Rhodeve Queen in person. I am glad you have come here so we may begin the final deliberations of this historic deal. My sincere apologies that the Madame President can't join us, conflicts at home are keeping her pinned down." having a light chuckle at the situation. He looks beyond her for a moment to notice a small stage with the flags of all six signatory nations, clearly the place where a group photograph will be taken before they leave for the city. Oh Scheiße, ich habe das alles vergessen. he thinks to himself while avoiding an embarrassing facepalm in front of the cameras.

[Esotana]

“Ahh, almost landed in Naruto”, Eslm Labnmo was sitting in the plane seat with a few folders and other Esotanan Officials. “So gentlemen, you ready for this summit in Nuranto. Hope this can do well and help our economy, obviously then we are return to others affairs. We obviously need to get a good deal for Esotana and stop the VSSA”, the men nodded to Labnmo's comment. One diplomat spoke, “Mr.Labno are you sure this is the best deal? Some of the parties have voiced due to our ideology and may try to insert unfavorable terms. Also Rhodevus is significantly protectionist and may oppose the terms of the deal”. “Yes, yes I do get your concerns, we can try compromises, and remember if this deal is unfavorable we can cancel it, now let's get to the airport and prepare for the meeting”. The plane descended down onto Nuranto Airport, “Hello this is your pilot speaking, we have received permission to land on Naruto Airport, please follow the necessary procedures, please remember to follow the Belantic Police to your necessary destination, as they will serve as your escorts”. Everyone sighed, relieved the flight was over.
Naruto Airport-Post Landing
The officials looked around the airport of Nuranto, being escorted by the police into a VIP room. The officals got drinks and sat down, waiting for the other officals. "Ahh, when will they arrive", Labnmo commented. The News Media tried to enter the room, but the police stopped them, however some outlets are allowed in. Eslm talked with those about his goals and ambitions for the summit. Finally the guards, sent a message for Diana to meet.

[Lindenholt]

The prime minister went down the stairs of his aeroplane along with his staff. Once they came down Belantican officials escorted them to the same room where the Dormill-Stiuran and Rhodeve leaders were. The door opened, and the prime minister noticed the stage that has the orange-blue Lindian flag and the other 5 flags of the REDBUL signatories.

He approached the Rhodeve and Dormillian delegations...

[Belantica]

Flint International
6:37 AM
Belantic delegates, President Thomas O'Hare and Economic Minister Brian Westley
"Liberty 1, you are cleared to land in runway two-nine left."
"Cleared to land two-nine left, Liberty 1."

The plane carrying the Belantica delegates, current president Thomas O'Hare and the economic minister, Brain Westley, proceeded to land at Flint international. The large plane made a smooth touchdown on the runway and threw the thrust reversers on to slow it down to a reasonable taxiing speed. The plane then made it's way over to the parking area, where local officials were waiting for their arrival. The plane stopped, and the stairway was moved into position to get the door open. Once it was opened, O'Hare, Westley, and their staff that's accompanying them stepped out of the plane and walked down the steps towards some of the press and a few city people, where they shook hands with a couple of people before heading into the building where the other delegates have went inside.

O'Hare and Westley then caught a glimspe of the Rhodeve Queen, Diana, the Lindian prime minister, and the Dormillian treasury minister, and went over to give them a welcoming into their nation.

[Esotana]

"Um, sir, the delegates have found a central meeting location, you shall be escorted there". Eslm sighed at the remark by the guards. "Ugh fine, cmon men, let's get on the move". The officals were escorted to that same room the Rhodeve, Dormillian, Linden, and Belantic leaders were in. The door opened and the officals walked in, and put a laptop on one of the tables, and approached the other delegations.