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by Snefaldia » Sat Jul 07, 2018 8:56 pm
by Uncle Noel » Sun Jul 08, 2018 11:26 am
Zamimbia wrote:Villa Engels, New Hope
Abarran Mbala accepted his seat in the sparse, uninviting room. His jaw clenched and eyes narrowed as Quequezquia spoke. However, when he spoke his voice was shockingly soft and mild. “You were right, Ahuatzi. Amupanda and Nkosi are both playing their own game and were playing me for the fool. So, no, I am not carrying water for anyone. Tonight, I speak for myself and my people only.”
The Minister looked down at his hands, which he folded in his lap. “I don’t know what Amupanda’s endgame is; the rest of the Council is eating itself up trying to figure it out. He arrests Oladeli then leaves the country… He has been meeting with the Ajubans and President Duna. The rumour is that - under his urging - Duna is preparing to dissolve the Council and call elections for a Constituent Assembly. That will take the writing of a new constitution out of our hands and put it in the hands of the assembly.” Mabala shook his head. “No one knows if he is preparing to make himself President or if he is using Duna as a puppet or if, just perhaps, Duna is more in touch with reality than we supposed.”
Mbala shifted in his seat, looking like a school boy sitting under the gaze of the headmaster. “As for Nkosi, it is now clear to me that she is in the pocket of the Snefaldians. That is well for her people; they border Snefaldia. But it will do no good for my people.”
by Snefaldia » Sun Jul 08, 2018 8:32 pm
Lady Christina-
Permit me to inform you, as Ambassador of the States-Federation of Snefaldia, that the government of my Lord High Chancellor Márkës Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè will be pleased to attend the regional summit on Zamimbia without preconditions. We await formal notice of the time, place, and circumstances of that summit. May the gods smile on our endeavors and grant us peace in the world!
Welend Šarrukitni
Ambassador
States-Federation of Snefaldia
by Excalbia » Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:30 pm
Snefaldia wrote:Lady Christina-
Permit me to inform you, as Ambassador of the States-Federation of Snefaldia, that the government of my Lord High Chancellor Márkës Vinsëłmø-Ŕymè will be pleased to attend the regional summit on Zamimbia without preconditions. We await formal notice of the time, place, and circumstances of that summit. May the gods smile on our endeavors and grant us peace in the world!
Welend Šarrukitni
Ambassador
States-Federation of Snefaldia
Your Excellency,
I was very pleased to receive your note. Attached, please find your Government’s formal invitation to the Conference.
Sincerest regards,
Lady Christina Freedman,
Minister of State
The Ministry of State of the Holy Empire of Excalbia presents its compliments, and, by direction of His Imperial Majesty David IV, has the honour to invite you to attend an international conference at the Joshua II International Conference Centre in the New Excalbia, an Imperial exclave in the Union of Ajuba, to develop a plan for lasting peace in Zamimbia and the southern Epheron region.
The conference will begin (date - OOC: this week) at 9:00 am. We ask all delegation to arrive the evening before. Accommodations will be provided at the Crown Imperial Hotel adjacent to the Conference Centre. While representatives of any level will be welcomed, we request that all parties provide representation at the ministerial level or above to facilitate on-site decision making.
Please be assured of our highest consideration.
by Zamimbia » Sun Jul 08, 2018 9:37 pm
Uncle Noel wrote:The Ambassador looked at him sympathetically. "Look Abarran, don't be too harsh on yourself. It was a good plan in many respects; the problem is that it would have been at excellent plan in Ajuba. But this is Zamimbia, and you were relying on people putting a national interest above their own concerns when that national interest doesn't exist."
He leaned forward in his chair, perching himself at the end of the uncomfortable cushion and fixing Mbala with a hard look. "The thing you've got to realise Abarran is that we are now past the point of conventional political scheming. I can't blame you for having only had a limited plan to somehow maneuver Duna into resigning, or falling on his sword, I blame Mabuza; you create a system that treats people like children then you had hardly be surprised if in results in infants. But that way of thinking is over, Abarran, constitutional niceties are over. Which isn't to say that we're now in full Civil War Mode but..look Abarran, if you want omelette then you've got to break some eggs. There will be blood; not all of it guilty. If that's a price you can pay, if that's a burden you can shoulder, then we can help you. But if you think that we're going to do is impotently scheme about how we may someone defeat Amupanda or Nkosi...or even Duna with skillful words or deft political trickery then there's nothing we can do for you. The time for trickery is over; it's time for action now."
He leaned back and waited for the Minister's response.
by Uncle Noel » Mon Jul 09, 2018 4:57 am
by Excalbia » Mon Jul 09, 2018 7:48 am
by Uncle Noel » Mon Jul 09, 2018 12:01 pm
by Excalbia » Mon Jul 09, 2018 12:12 pm
by Zamimbia » Mon Jul 09, 2018 12:36 pm
by Uncle Noel » Mon Jul 09, 2018 1:07 pm
We thank you for your letter, the contents of which we note.
Kind regards
by Snefaldia » Mon Jul 09, 2018 2:12 pm
by Uncle Noel » Mon Jul 09, 2018 3:02 pm
by Zamimbia » Mon Jul 09, 2018 8:20 pm
by Uncle Noel » Tue Jul 10, 2018 4:11 am
by Snefaldia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 5:56 am
by Zamimbia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 8:17 am
by Snefaldia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 8:53 am
by Zamimbia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 11:53 am
by Zamimbia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 12:06 pm
Snefaldia wrote:Barsalnuna arrived and extended a hand to General Gowan, gripping it firmly but not too much so. This was a diplomatic meeting, after all, not a venture capital firm.
"General Gowan, thank you for meeting with me on such short notice," he said, smiling with his perfect white teeth. "I understand that Field Marshal Amupanda is unavoidably detained, which is to be expected in these times. Allow me to present the condolences of my government, and my personal regrets, on the shocking deaths of Minister Gambo, and Minister Nkosi and her family. I am personally shocked and outraged at the brazenness with which terrorists and wreckers dare to operate in this day and age. I had a very good working relationship with Minister Nkosi, and believe her death will be a great loss to your government."
He paused briefly, composing his face in an appropriate mixture of sadness and regret. "Have you any idea the parties responsible for this uncivilized outrage? Can my government provide assistance in any way?"
by Snefaldia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 12:44 pm
by Uncle Noel » Tue Jul 10, 2018 3:07 pm
by Zamimbia » Tue Jul 10, 2018 8:50 pm
by Snefaldia » Wed Jul 11, 2018 6:20 am
Zamimbia wrote:Ministry of Defence, New Hope
General Gowan smiled when Barsalnuna included his own government on the list of likely suspects. “Yes,” Gowan said in a surprisingly pleasant tone, “those are our chief suspects as well.”
The General sat down with his own tea cup and sipped at it. “You can be assured that anything you say in this office will not go beyond me. Except to Field Marshal Amupanda, of course.” He dramatically glanced up at the ceiling, then looked back at the Ambassador. “However, allow me to reassure you.”
Gowan set his cup on the table beside the sofa and called out, “Sergeant!”
The doors to the General’s office opened and sergeant stepped through and saluted. “General!”
“Sergeant,” Gowan said with a smile, “please turn off the recording system.”
“Sir?” The sergeant asked looking surprised.
“It’s alright. Please, turn it off.”
“Yes, sir!” The sergeant saluted again, then exited, closing the door behind him.
“There,” Gowan said with a slight chuckle, “now I have nothing but my own memory to record our conversation.” He picked up his cup. “Now, Ambassador, I would be most curious to hear your case for why your government is not involved in these terrible crimes.”
by Zamimbia » Wed Jul 11, 2018 9:17 am
Snefaldia wrote:Barsalnuna gave a courtly nod, sipped his tea, and relaxed a bit.
"Whatever you might think of the Snefaldians, we would not be so bold, and so stupid, as to attempt to assassinate one of the few people we thought capable of helping keep your country from open civil war. We had nothing to do with her death. In fact, we were paying her. I can show you - not give you, mind, but show - evidence to that effect."
He frowned. "Her death, frankly, is a setback. It puts both of our countries closer to an eventuality of war," he said, pausing only to watch the General's face if it reacted to that final word. "I am sure you, and the Field Marshal, realized the situation both of our nations are in. The ethnic fault lines are dangerously frayed, and now that Nkosi is dead, I fear they will unravel. Let me walk you through the eventualities. The government fractures and outright ethnic conflict erupts between the different regions. Refugees try to escape the fighting. They'll head, not for South Epheron, but for Ajuba and Snefaldia. The Snefaldian government will be under immense pressure to prevent this wholesale migration, and to stabilize the situation. Would you want a civil war next door? What do you think my government will do in that situation?"
He frowned. "We had believed that Nkosi would be an effective figurehead for a new national unity government who could promote stability, peace, reconciliation, and economic development. There are a lot of angry young Buta men, for example, who could have jobs building Snefaldian-backed infrastructure projects. There are a number of army regiments that could profit nicely from Snefaldian-led training programs. Schools and libraries! The list goes on."
Barsalnuna leaned forward, elbows on his knees. "Ask yourself, who would want to prevent Snefaldia from building this relationship with elements of your government? Who would stand to lose the most if a Nkosi working with my government became more influential? If Sargedaín desired stability, continuity of government, and investment, who should profit by seeing those aims frustrated?"
He poured another cup of tea, for both men. "You are an intelligent man, as is Field Marshal Amupanda. I think you already suspect the source of these tribulations. You might ask, though, why you should believe what I'm telling you. You should ask instead why you shouldn't. I'm here, an official ambassador from my government, in your Ministry of Defense, knowing that you have the capability to record me, admitting my government was bribing one of your ministers. What do we have to gain by that? And how much would we lose should it become public knowledge? "
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