The Cazatanian Diplomatic Formal (MT, Semi-Open)

[Cazelia]

[OOC: If you wish to join this RP, there are some rules. No terrorist attacks, murders, or causing other unwanted chaos. If you attempt to do this, you will be ignored. Second rule is, your letter of attendance should be well written and at least a paragraph long. I will close the thread to newcomers by the 7th of July, and the RP will actually begin.]

Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: OPEN
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings!
For the past eight years, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania has remained somewhat isolationist because of my policies. My people made the decision to embark on this course of action when we were still recovering from three years of near constant occupation by the tyrannical British Londinian empire. Our economy was in shambles, our government was falling apart, and our people were traumatized by the horrible crimes that the Londinian occupation forces committed against them. We didn't want to risk another devastating war, and we didn't want to become the puppet state of another nation; we still wished to be independent, as we always have. So, we waited in the background of world events for nearly eight years, fighting three short wars overseas, and a long drawn out one at home against the communist insurgent menace. That time has given our private sector time to rebuild itself into a massive powerhouse, and for our industries and businesses to begin trading with the rest of the world. In those eight years, Cazatania has become one of the most prosperous and liberty loving nations of Greater Dienstad, with the largest GDP per capita in the region. In the past year, the people of Cazatania have begun to seek a relationship with the world, that beyond one of our allies and regional partners. Cazatania has recovered from the trauma of constant warfare, and is now opening it's gates to the world.

To usher in this new age of peaceful cooperation, my staff and I have organized a Diplomatic Formal at the Presidential Palace in our capital city, New Berlin. It is open to the leaders and delegates of the world who wish to establish ties with Cazatania, as well as other nations in attendance. The event starts at 5:00 PM on the 7th of July. I hope to see you at the Formal, and I hope for peace, prosperity, and tolerance between our peoples.

Sincerely,
President Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania
Second Lieutenant (Retired), Cazatanian Army, 112th Infantry Division

[San Pellegrino Romana]

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TO: President Ingram J. Hasley
FROM: Secretary of State Francesco Lombardi
RE: Attendance of the Cazatanian Diplomatic Formal

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Greetings, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Francesco Lombardi, and I am the Secretary of State of the Republic of San Pellegrino Romana. I will be the Republic's Official Envoy at the Diplomatic Formal, hosted at the Presidential Palace in New Berlin on July 7th at 5:00PM. Hopefully this will be the beginning of fruitful relations between our two glorious nations. Eventually, President Hasley, you will perhaps visit our nation one day on an Official State Visit. We hope this Diplomatic Formal will lead new relations with not only our nation, but with many others around the world. Before I conclude this letter, I would first like to ask a couple of questions. How long will the Diplomatic Formal be? Will I be able to bring some gifts for a gift exchange? Does your nation host embassies? And finally, how many people may I bring in my entourage? I hope to recieve a response soon, and may this be the beginning of great bilateral relations!

Sincerely,

Francesco Lombardi,
Secetary of State

[Cazelia]

Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: Secretary of State Francesco Lombardi, the Republic of San Pellegrino Romana
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Dear Sir,
I am pleased to hear of you attendance to our Diplomatic Formal, and it will hopefully lead to a long and prosperous relationship between our two great nations. To answer your questions, the event will end officially at three in the morning, however you may leave the event at any time. Gifts are acceptable, and if you do indeed bring one, I will give you a piece of Cazatanian culture as a token of our appreciation. The Democratic Republic does indeed host embassies, and we will be able to discuss the construction of one in our capital if you wish. And you may bring as many people to the event as you see fit.

There is something I forgot to mention in the opening communique, however. It is legal for you and those with you to carry either a concealed or openly carried firearm anywhere in Cazatania if you wish to do so, however our security measures will be extensive and it will most likely be unnecessary.

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley

[San Pellegrino Romana]

Snip.

[Franberry]

The rain and wind battered upon anything that dared to move outside, it may have been the middle of the afternoon, but nothing moved in the darkness, saved for one figure exposed to the battering of nature. Inside, however, it was a different story. The sounds of the storm were barely heard above the music and the sounds of animals in the Presidential Conservatory, and the rain bounced harmlessly off the double glass roof and windows, the sound of its impact muffled by the cushion of air between each plate of glass. Acting President de Marnomora, in a light blue shirt and smart white pants, lay sprawled on a picnic blanket, surrounded by some of the cabinet, musicians, and plates of half eaten food, one of which was being eaten by an ostrich who nobody bothered to stop. A brief gust of cold air blew in as a drenched aide, shivering in his wet suit.

"Sir I have a message for you." The aid took out a folder he had kept dry from within his clothes, and stretched it out to the Acting President.

"Hrrmph" de Marnomora, without rising, stretched out his arm and took the folder, proceeding to read it whilst laying down.

"Y-your response sir?" The aid asked rather quickly and nervously, for a white tiger had approached him and was smelling his pants.

"Don't worry boy, he's harmless." de Marnomora informed the aide, who remained standing with a look of expectancy on his face. de Marnomora paused in momentary confusion, "Oh!, yes we'll definitely go."

The aide bowed and exited the conservatory, braving the rain yet again.
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Official Communiqué from the Federal Republic of Franberry to the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Dear sir,

I would be most honored to attend your Diplomatic Formal in New Berlin. July 7th shall mark the day that your nation integrates itself formally with the world, and it shall be a momentous occasion to mark. I shall accompany the new ambassador and plenipotentiary ministers who will be assigned to our embassy in Cazelia and present to your their letters of accreditation. I wish not only for a great relationship to surge between our two nations, but also between Cazelia and the other countries of this world.

Signed,
His Most Democratic Excellence,
Acting President,
Andrea Benedetto Arturo Giuseppe Cristoforo Archangelo Cesare Giorgi Buondelmonti de Marnomora

[Mussleburgh]

----Incoming communique from the Holy State of Mussleburgh to the Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania----
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From Präst Guist, Den heliga staten Mussleburgh, Ortodoxa Kyrkan Mussleburgh, Parish av Burgh sydöstra, Utrikesminister
To President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Dear Sir,

Good will to you and your nation.

I am clergyman Guist, leader of the Parish of Burgh South East. I represent the Muss Church in our relation with other countries, states and entities. I would take it as a great honor to attend the diplomatic ceili you will be holding at the Presidential Palace in New Berlin on July 7th at 5:00PM, assuming you wish to accept my nation and me as a representative of it. We hope that this ceili will open new horizons in terms of the diplomatic relationships between our nations.

I would like to ask some questions if I may, what type of music will be playing at this event? Many people of our nation our quite unaccustomed to the 'classical' music that is often played at such balls. I would also like to enquirer as to the availability of a room for prayer during our stay.

I am looking forward to making your acquaintance and hope that this meeting will lead to many mutual benefits.

Regards,
Clergyman Guist
Utrikesminister
Priest i den heliga staten Mussleburgh

[Bendira]

To: President Ingram Hasely

From: Administrator Mohammed Akban

News of the Cazatanian Diplomatic Formal has reached my office, and I must say, I could not be more pleased! Cazelia and Bendira share many similiarities politically, as we are both staunch supports of voluntary freedom. Classical Liberal values are something that is on the decline in our NationStates world. I wish to attend this formal not only to open a forum between two Dienstadi nations, but to also open a forum between two freedom and peace loving nations. The right of the individual is something that is in constant violation within the NationStates world, whether it be from fascism, slavery or any other dispicable tyranny. We, radical libertarians, must fight to preserve the right of the individual around the world. We must give those without a voice a voice, and we must give those without freedom the right to live peacefully.

Bendira is a new nation, founded almost entirely on immigrants, both inner-region and outer region. It is possible much of our population are Cazatanian immigrants, and it is even possible our political heritage started by Cazatanian immigrants. Much is unknown about our past, even to us, but perhaps we may discover it together!

We may also wish to discuss trade during this formal. Bendira has some of the finest paper, opium and political t-shirt exports in the entire world. I am sure many of our other, more "regulated" exports, such as silver bullion may interest you as well. We also look forward to discussing trade with any other guests in attendence. After all, Bendira is new, and forging some positive relationships with nations abroad would be seen as highly beneficial to us!

Regards,

[United States of PA]

TO: President Ingram Hasely, Democratic Republic of Cazatania
From: President Andrew Hundley & Company, Federal Republic of Pennsylvania

We have received wind of your offer to the nations of the world for a diplomatic meeting in your countries capitol, and, I must say, I am most thrilled at the offer, and will immediately take it up. I can assure you that I will be present on July 7th, along with 2 of my Advisors at the meeting, Secretary of State Shaffer and Secretary of Commerce High, so that, we may trade idea’s, and, hopefully, goods and promises, between our two nations, and, hopefully, many others, as this will lead to the further prospering of our nations, and, hopefully, much closer tie’s.

While our two nations are quite different, I hope that this does not come between this great opportunity to create ties, trade agreements, or treaties between our two nations, because, it is of my opinion, that this will prove to be prosperous to both of our nations.


Sincerely,
Andrew Hundley, 41st President of the Pennsylvanian Federal Republic

[Cymrulds]

From the Vicountess of Cymrulds
To: The President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Hey there,

I'm the Vicountess of Cymrulds and I have a set of thirty two estates in the north of Cymrulds and when I'm not governing those estates I'm raising money for oprhans and women's health related causes. Got your invitation in the mail and I thought it was really cute the way you decorated it with the hearts and flowers around the edges, that was a really nice touch to a diplomatic invitation. I'm writing to let you know that I accept and I'll be in attendence at the reception and I look forward to meeting you and establishing formal diplomatic relations with your nation.

And while I am still writing, I'd like to extend an invitation of my own for you and your entourage to attend a small reception (Whenever is best for you) at my estate in Cymrulds which is perched ontop of a precarious cliff on top of a mountain range in the north of the country. I believe we both can partner together in a variety of ways to make not only relations between our nation stronger and an ever present reality, but to also find innovative and creative ways to make the world a better place for others.

Looking forward to the event!

Vicountess Rosalie of Cymrulds

[Cazelia]

Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: President Andrea Benedetto Arturo Giuseppe Cristoforo Archangelo Cesare Giorgi Buondelmonti de Marnomora, the Federal Republic of Franberry
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

I am delighted to hear of your attendance at our event! I hope that we can forge strong and lasting ties between our nations, starting with the night of the 7th.

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

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Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: Clergyman Präst Guist, Den heliga staten Mussleburgh
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings!
I gladly accept your attendance, and hope to see you at our event. Now, on to your questions, which I do believe can be answered properly and without any need to worry on your part. Our music choices will vary throughout the evening, including classical and classic rock; my secretary of state thankfully kept my taste for heavy metal off the music list. For your question relating to prayer, although Cazatania is primarily a Deist nation, I was be able to organize a room for you and your staff to pray in. Yet again, I eagerly await your attendance!

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

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Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: Administrator Mohammed Akban, the Free Land of Bendira
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings!
It is not often that we find a fellow libertarian nation in the sea of communist and fascist tyrannies. I am extremely excited to discuss a relationship between our two liberty loving nations at the Formal. I am sure we will not find many differences between our philosophies when we discuss them. Cazatania itself was a nation built by political dissidents and separatists from around the globe. Again, I hope to see you at our event!

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

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Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: President Andrew Hundley, the Federal Republic of Pennsylvania
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings!
I will be the first to say that I await your arrival at our Diplomatic Formal with great anticipation. As you said, though our nations are different, we should look to establish a prosperous and strong relationship.

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

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Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: Vicountess Rosalie, the Kingdom of Cymrulds
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings!
I am pleased to hear of your attendance to the Diplomatic formal on the 7th. We will get the chance to discuss the future of our two nation's relationship when you arrive. Although I do believe it must have been my Secretary of State who added the flowers and the hearts. She tends to do these things to me.

I gladly accept your invitation to your estate in your nation. I believe this could be the start of a prosperous and mutually beneficial relationship between our nations.

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

[Cazelia]

[OOC: Gentlemen, we start today.]

The Presidential Palace
New Berlin
The Democratic Republic of Cazatania

It was almost five. President Ingram Hasley and his staff had been standing outside now for well over twenty minutes in the slightly breezy weather. Even in the summer, New Berlin and the surrounding countryside was a cold place to live, with the temperature rarely rising above fifteen degrees Celsius. Luckily for the President and his accompanying cabinet, the guests were soon to arrive at the Palace.

"I hope this goes well." said Ingram worriedly, shifting his view towards his Secretary of State.

"It will, trust me. It's been too long since we've had any diplomatic contact." replied Alison Weins, Secretary of State, reassuringly.

"I do believe we have enough of the cabinet here to answer all of the questions our new friends may ask." said Ingram, looking over towards his Secretary of Defense, Ferghus Gordon. He nodded in a silent reply.

"This list shows those attending. So far we have delegates from Franberry, Mussleburgh, Cymrulds, Pennsylvania, Bendira, and San Pellegrino Romana." Alison read off the list. This made Ingram smile.

"We haven't made acquaintances with a Havenic nation before. At least not one with the influence or prosperity of Franberry." the Secretary of Defense said happily as he reached for a cigarette. A glare from the President made him decide against it.

Ingram began to hear the sound of a moving vehicle, and it was coming closer. A slight smile slowly erupted on his face.

"Well, gentlement, I believe we have a guest."

[Cymrulds]

The Vicountess arrived in her brand new off the factory production line 2010 SLR Mcclaren, as she stepped out she did so with style her left right foot gingerly stepping out of the car as a handsome gentleman in black tuxedo and white tie walked up to her door from the driver's seat and held out his hand. Accepting the hand gingerly, the Vicountess stepped out in a stunning hot pink dress with a haute couture hat covering a portion of her face.

At the door she turned to the butler and took of her gloves putting them in his hands with a rather smug expression. Looking up from the butler she noticed in front of her was a rather nervous looking man, turning slightly to the man escorting her at her side she gave a quick fleeting questioning look as if to say "Who am I in front of now?". The Man smiled to the gentleman and brought his mouth close to the Vicountesses ear "That would be President Ingram our host".

The Vicountess smiled and reached out her hand "Mr. President, its nice to meet you, I am the Vicountess of Cymruld and it is truely a pleasure to be here at your beautiful estate in New Berlin."

The man beside her, her escort for the evening, looked back to the butler and handed him the keys to the Mcclaren "Take care of it while I'm gone" he said with a crisp uppercut English accent.

[Cazelia]

[OOC: Not to sound like an ass, but would you mind using a [ url=link here ] name of car or person [ /url ] format for those pictures?]

The President smiled warmly and shook her outstretched hand. Alison Weins, the secretary of state, slipped to his side and smiled with less of a warm tone.

"Ah, the Viscountess of Cymrulds. It is an honor to meet you, madam." Ingram spoke with a tone even warmer than his smile. Alison took a step forwards and extended her hand as soon as the President had withdrawn his. She was a relatively young woman of only twenty seven, though she looked as if she was ten years older. She was dressed in a suit and red tie, like the President she advised.

"How do you do?" Alison asked politely. Though it wasn't showing, she had a grudge against flashily dressed young women. After all, her time in the military was spent crawling around in muddy trenches preparing for a fourth Londinian invasion that never came. If she had been given more choice in her clothing, she probably would have worn her CAZPAT battle dress uniform.

[Bendira]

The car turned the corner. Administrator Akban (or Admin Akban) for short, rode in a small black car down the streets of New Berlin. To the neutral viewer, the car looked rather lackluster. Unknown to them, however, was that the car was completely armor plated. The windows were coated with a bullet resistant laminate, and were tinted as not to allow wandering eyes to catch a glimpse of the Admin.

The Admin's C-10 Minotaur flight in to Cazatania was wonderful. The Admin was beholden to his "investors" and donaters, so he didn't travel very lavishly, but this didn't bother him one bit. Compared to the third world fascist empire he had escaped from, this WAS lavish. Having somebody drive for him was a novelty he enjoyed. Back home he usually drove himself, but for foriegn trips (especially ones to meet diplomats) he wished to look more "exalted".

The Admin peered out the window and saw the beauty of the streets of New Berlin. It almost looked too good to be true. Beautiful parks and artful architecture lined the streets. Atleast it was artful compared to what the Admin was used to. The Admin then noticed a young boy, perhaps a young MAN, walking along the street. His head was down, and was wearing tattered clothes. "Pull up to that young man!" the Admin exclaimed. "Sir, I don't think we should be mes...." "Nonsense!" shouted the Admin, interupting his driver. The car pulled to a stop next to the boy, and the Admin rolled down the window. "Hey son, down on your luck?". The boy turned and disheartenly nodded. "Here you go son" the Admin said, as he tossed the boy a Bendiran silver coin. The car drove away from the curb and continued on its drive to the formal.

The Admin was a tad worried he may not be dressed appropriately for the formal. He considered himself dressed well enough, but he felt as though he may come off as a military dictator. The Admin wore solid black BDU's, Mamba tactical boots and the customary FLB-SDPF black beret, with the black and yellow voluntaryist V on the front. His chest was adorned with 30 or so medals. Although the FLB-SDPF itself does not award medals, several Bendiran corporations and private organizations often award medals. He felt as though he may look like a tinpot dictator, with so many exhuberant medals.

The car began slowing outside of a ornate building. "This must be the formal" the Admin thought to himself. The driver pulled over and stepped out of the car. The driver walked to open the Admin's door, but was shooed away. "I am not your date son, keep it in your pants, I will open my own damn doors!" the Admin exclaimed, howling with laughter. The Admin really hated the whole dressing up formal "diplomatic" type excursions he often did. If it were up to him, he would rather be doing body shots off of some young women at one of Bendira's world renowned strip joints with foriegn diplomats, instead of this fancy pants "formal" type bullshit. He saw the whole thing reminiscient of some sort of imperialist tradition. "Here I am, Napoleon Bonaparte, meeting with Czar Alexander, to have a two way ass kissing contest" he thought.

He stepped out of the car and looked at Major Alexander, his driver for the evening. "I wonder if they will get pissed if I smoke?" he said. Alexander shook his head in a sort of indifferent way. "Well, im already dressed like a tinpot dictator, mine as well smoke a big cuban to improve the look!". The Admin reached into an inside pocket of his BDU and felt for his cigar box. He accidently grabbed the handle of his LY40 Hellhammer 50 caliber handgun he was concealing, but finally found his cigar box. He pulled it out and looked at the engraving on the side. "From the people of Bendira, to our fearless defender" it said. He opened it up and pulled out a rather large cuban cigar (laced with THC) and lit it. He walked up to the door of the formal. With butterflies in his stomach, he stepped inside the door. "Here goes nothing" he thought.

[Cymrulds]

[OOC: Not to sound like an ass, but would you mind using a [ url=link here ] name of car or person [ /url ] format for those pictures?]

The President smiled warmly and shook her outstretched hand. Alison Weins, the secretary of state, slipped to his side and smiled with less of a warm tone.

"Ah, the Viscountess of Cymrulds. It is an honor to meet you, madam." Ingram spoke with a tone even warmer than his smile. Alison took a step forwards and extended her hand as soon as the President had withdrawn his. She was a relatively young woman of only twenty seven, though she looked as if she was ten years older. She was dressed in a suit and red tie, like the President she advised.

"How do you do?" Alison asked politely. Though it wasn't showing, she had a grudge against flashily dressed young women. After all, her time in the military was spent crawling around in muddy trenches preparing for a fourth Londinian invasion that never came. If she had been given more choice in her clothing, she probably would have worn her CAZPAT battle dress uniform.

The Vicountess smilled and shook the young woman's hand, "I am good thank you." She said in her soft delicate but accented voice. Her escort in tuxedo grasped the young woman's hands and it bowed slightly bringing the hand to his lips in a gesture of chivalry kissing it lightly once with a short peck before relinquishing it. The man spoke "It is a pleasure to meet you. You must tell me though of your background, your bearing and direct gaze as well as approach would indicate a military past or formal training in a military academy. Your hands as well are not the delicate kind that one would normally find either".

The man would have continued if he wasn't gently interrupted by the Vicountess "James, really! Behave yourself this once and stop trying to steal away the women before the night has even begun." Turning to the woman in question the Vicountess' blush could be seen as it faded as quickly as it came. "You must excuse my escort for the evening, he is rather inqusitive as you have just seen."

James smiled at the woman and offered a tip of his hat as he escorted the beautiful Vicountess towards the steps. "You really mustn't do that everytime." The man complained in a whisper

"Do what? Keep you on your toes like father would have done? Just because your the eldest and my brother doesn't mean you get to run away with all the women." The Vicountess whispered back in a playful way as they walked up the long white marble steps.

"I can't help it if the women are all captivated by my manners and personality. I wouldn't want to be rude you know" James said in a low voice with a chuckle which caused a smile to spring to his face, his hair at that moment became tousled from the movement of walking up the set of stairs. Reaching up he moved the lock of awry hair back into place with the rest of his stunning brown hair slicked back in traditional Cymruldian style.

"Ah yes, your definition of manners would include the breaking of many a heart." The Vicountess said with a laugh.

They reached the top of the stairs and entered into the building, at the top stood another butler. James doffed his hat and handed it to the butler along with his great coat. Turning to the butler he spoke "Take care of that old chap will you?" Turning back to the Vicountess he smiled as they hurried inside, one eager for the night to begin and with it an evening full of dances, women and brandy and the other eager to finish the event as quickly as it had started.

[Cazelia]

As the Bendiran entered, a rather tall looking man in a ceremonial military uniform unknowingly walked out ahead of him, nearly bumping into him. He thankfully realized that a man of great stature was just to his left, and stopped as quickly as he could.

"Pardon me, sir." The man replied, adjusting his black Army Infantry beret. He quickly examined the Bendiran man before extending his hand. "You must be Administrator Akban of Bendira, it is truly an honor to meet a man of such stature, sir." the man paused to adjust his tie with his free hand.

"I'm Brigadier General Maximillian Roberts, I command the Seventeenth Airborne Infantry division." Maximillian said with pride. He was a man of about fifty, with a number of scars on his face and a number of combat medals on his uniform. His Pattern 1893A1 revolver was seated firmly in a polished leather holster with the word 'ARMY' embroidered on the top flap. Maximillian was a distinctly military looking man.

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Alison's smile faded slightly. She didn't like it when people started to figure her out, though she gave the man credit for noticing her military style. She quickly caught up with him, just out of curiosity regarding his character.

"You seem to know my past quite well then, Mr. James. I served as an infantry officer when I was twenty, to confirm your suspicions." Alison said plainly "I served until four years ago when Ingram brought me into his cabinet because of my popularity in the Market Liberal Party. I've worked at the Presidential palace since then." she finished, her smile starting to return "Could I help you to a drink with, new friend?"

The President, on the other hand, was interested in discussing free trade with the Viscountess. He caught up to her and spoke.

"Viscountess, would you be interested in discussing a free trade deal between our two nations? I do believe our nations have much to offer mutually."

[Bendira]

Administrator Akban stopped and greeted a man who introduced himself as Maximillian Roberts, a Brig. General from Cazatania. Akban grasped his extended hand and shook it. Roberts grip was firm, and he looked Akban square in the eye during the handshake. This was something Akban respected, and he could tell there was much discipline within the Cazatanian military. Roberts informed Akban of his command in the Cazatanian 17th Airborne Division. Akban's mind raced with gleeful thoughts of his days within the Bendiran 1st Air Assault Legion. Just last week he had done a HALO training jump with some of the Bastards of Aventus (1st Air Assault Legion's Nickname). He wanted to show the men he still had the fighting spirit, and wasn't just a desk jockey. Akban was older for being in the FLB-SDPF, but still was only 34.

"Ah, an airborne man!" Akban exclaimed enthusiastically."Bendira maintains a massive airforce, and our entire army is focused around air support and air assault capabilities, the FLB-SDPF does not even operate tanks!". Akban thought that would be good to say, since most nations are interested in Bendira's unorthadox approach to its military. Akban raised his freshly lit cigar to his mouth and took a drawn out drag. He respectfully blew the smoke off to the side, so it would not get in the good Generals face. He looked at the black beret Roberts was wearing, and then down at his holstered revolver. "I think I may like this man" Akban thought to himself.

[Tarsas]

TO: The Honorable Mr. Ingram J. Hasley, Cazatania
FROM: The desk of Emperor Steven I
ENCRYPTED: NO

Greetings from the Grand Empire of Tarsas. We have recently been notified of a diplomatic formal in your nation, and are very much impressed by this display of formal diplomacy. The fine nation of Cazatania clearly has a desire to experience the world at large and see new people and places. The Emperor is impressed, and will personally be attending this fine event. While here, the Empire is interested in discussing trade. Vast iron ore reserves allow for a vast steel industry, which produces quality steel and other metals. Titanium is also abundant in the empire. Other resources, such as vast crop capacities, are another resource we have available. More details will be discussed at the formal. The emperor will be attending by plane, and will bring a small consort of twenty two Imperial Guards and six servants. He will be arriving by plane at your largest airport. A car will be provided by the Tarsan state, and it is not necessary for you to provide. We hope to get a chance to know your fine nation at the formal!

Signed
Steven I
4th Emperor of the Monroe Dynasty


OOC: This is gonna be a short one, as it's 1 am and I am very tired. I'll post his arrival tomorrow.

In the sky

Steven I sat aboard the Emperor's Carriage, a nickname for his personal jet. It was en route to Cazatania to attend a diplomatic formal. The emperor seemed excited about this one. He was reading a newspaper, which surprisingly Tarsans still did amidst all this internet news, though the internet was rapidly replacing the old fashioned paper. He motioned to an aid.

"Did we bring all the Black Snake, Marvian Wine, and Champaign that I asked for?"

"Yes M' Lord, it is on the plane, as is the state charger."

"We're we able to get reservations?"

"Nothing has been confirmed yet, we'll hammer that out for you while your at the formal if my Lord the Emperor allows it.

"Dispense with the protocol. I'm going to be dealing with enough of that today."

"Yes sir." The aircraft flew onward toward the formal, to arrive within a few hours.

[Cazelia]

"Ah, another military man who appreciates the value of airborne tactics." said Maximillian gleefully, a smile slowly creeping across his face "Not many nations in this day and age seem to see the power of the paratrooper." Maximillian finished. As the man blew the smoke of his cigar off to the side, Maximillian decided to withdraw a cigarette from one of the spare pouches on his belt. He searched for a lighter but failed to find one.

"This might sound rude, but do you have a light?" He asked, holding up the cigarette to let the Administrator know what he meant.


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Official Communique

Office of the President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

To: Emperor Steven I, the Grand Empire of Tarsas
From: President Ingram Hasely, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

I am delighted to hear of your attendance at the diplomatic formal! I hope to see you here, and to discuss trade deals between our glorious nations.

Sincerely,
Ingram J. Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

[United States of PA]

As a lone Diesel pickup drove down the roads of New Berlin, it looked quite innocent, with a rather bland black paintjob, and tinted windows. The only thing about it however was that, inside, was the President of the Federal Republic of Pennsylvania, Andrew W. Hundley, and two of his closest advisors, his Secretary’s of State and Commerce, and a single bodyguard. While the vehicle looked like one that anyone could just grab at a local Car Rental Place, but, on the interior, the vehicle was far from ordinary. It had enough armor in the doors and other places to resist a fifteen millimeter heavy machine gun round, and its windows were hardened sufficiently to resist a 7.62x51mm rifle round, providing sufficient protection for its occupants so that they were, for the most part, protected against anything that an angry bystander might be able to throw at them.

“Mr. President, I still don’t think you should of worn your old Class B sir”
“Nonsense Bryan, it won’t hurt anything, besides, it was either this, or a jacketless suit, and I personally like the Class B better myself, you know that”
“Yes sir, I do, but I to the god of me can’t imagine the response anyone would have.”
“Neither can I either to be honest, neither can I, but, I guess we’ll see in due order, that’s the place up there”

With that, the pickup drove up to the sidewalk in front of the building where the formal was to be taking place, and as soon as it was stopped, 3 doors opened up, and 2 men in Business suits, and 1 man in the Dress Blues of the Pennsylvanian Marine Corps stepped out, and headed up the steps into the building. While the 3 Leaders of the Pennsylvanian Republic entered the building, their sole bodyguard went to park the pickup out of the way of anyone else who might be arriving.

As the President and the Secretary of State and Secretary of Commerce entered the building, the first thing they took note of was the sheer number of people present, some in suits, some not. The First thing that the President took note of however was a Cazatanian in Uniform talking to Admin Akban of Bendira. Upon seeing this, President Hundley decided to go over and make conversation with them for a while, wilst letting his advisors go off to talk to various other people by themselves, on the condition that, if they wanted to discuss some sort of treaty or agreement, to come find him first.

[Franberry]

Rupert Farnsworth was collecting his chicken's eggs, looking froward to breakfast. His wooden basket brimming with eggs, he exited the shabby chicken coop in his backyard and started walking towards his two story yellow farmhouse. He hand walked up onto the porch and was opening the squeaky screen door to the kitchen when he heard a low rumble in the distance. Turning to see, the rumble turned into a deafening sound as a grand metal beast shrieked overhead, in his surprise, poor Rupert dropped his basket, breaking a few eggs.

"This is the navigational officer speaking, we're right on approach to New Berlin." A clear voice informed the passengers aboard the presidential ekranoplan, an imposing craft propelled by 12 twin-coupled engines and boasting no less than 2 ballrooms, 3 dinner halls, a cinema theater and an indoor pool.
"I knew we were getting close, felt the drop in altitude." Acting President de Marnomora demonstrated crudely with his hand as the earth and his cigar as the aircraft. "I hope few people live around here, the engines can get noisy."
"Yes sir the locals were kind enough to give us a flight path around the city, over agricultural areas, we won't overfly the urban center." Reynaldo, one of his most trusted secretaries, explained.
"Good good." de Marnomora took a puff from his cigar. "Actually, you know what?" the Acting President gave everyone enough time to look at him but not to respond to his question, "Lets land on their lawn."
"B-but sir."
"What?"
"I don't think thats very wise, we could surely land on a field nearby but it would not be optimum in terms of safety."
"Reynaldo I said I wanted to land on their lawn."
"Yes sir, I shall go inform the navigator." Reynaldo bowed and walked to the far end of the room, picking up a telephone placed on a small, round table, with thin legs. He talked lightly into it, waited a moment, and then spoke with a sterner tone, finally hanging up. "Sir it will only take 5 more minutes."
"See? I knew it would be easy." de Marnomora took another puff from his cigar.

The ekranoplan dipped low in between the trees, bright lights, indicating the presence of the Presidential Palace, shone far away. Dropping in height and speed, the far off lights got closer and closer to the craft. The pilot gritted his teeth as he landed upon a field much more useful for agriculture than for aircraft landings. The ekranoplan slowly came to a halt just outside the palace grounds, as startled guards were frozen in place with total surprise. "We've landed, you may now disembark." The clear voice returned over the intercom as the passengers aboard made their way down to the cargo bay. The cargo doors opened and a red carpet unfurled its way down to the Palace approach, when it was fully laid out a bright light appeared from within the cargo bay. Suddenly, a powerful band started its way down the ramp and up the carpet to the palace, playing an upbeat military march. The musicians were followed by none other than the Acting President of the Republic, dressed smartly in a tuxedo and top-hat, occupying a immaculately white carriage pulled by 4 horses dark as a moonless night. The entire delegation, numbering in the dozens, as many came walking behind the carriage, some carrying large objects draped in silk, made their way towards the palace, promptly stopping right in front of the main doors.

[Bendira]

Akban laughed at the Cazatanians remark about airpower. He knew he had informed him about the FLB-SDPF's interest in airpower, but he wasn't sure if he had quite put it into proportion. "Yes, the paratrooper is indeed a valuable weapon". "Armed with MANPADS, mobile AT, Mortars and Mines, with sniper rifles, grenade launchers" Akban laughed to himself mid sentence "I probably sound likea bloodthirsty dog, but then again, I am!".

He took a drag of his cigar and lowered it. The affects of the THC were beggining to set in, and he knew it would be a rather enjoyable evening.
"So what is the Cazatanian military doctrine, and how does it affect the Airborne and its role in the military?". Akban smiled to himself at his question. It was a rather sharp question to ask so early in the evening, but Akban wasn't one to beat around the bush. He prided himself on being blunt. He was raised that way by his muslim family. They were very unorthadox, almost non-practicing. He had grown up in a fascist empire, under a tyrannical king. He had escaped to Bendira because of its open borders policy, and its warm reception to political dissidents.

He wasn't much for religion, you could call him an atheist. Most of Bendira were atheists, but two strange religions were popular within Bendira. There was a Christain sect in Bendira called Dastrism that fused Christianity with Bendira's drug culture. It was very similiar to Rastafarionism in many ways. Most Christain immigrants would eventually convert to Dastrism, if they did not become atheists.

Another religion popular within Bendira was the Cult of Satanos. Extremely popular within the Bendiran paramilitaries, it was a melding of norse mythology and satanism in a peculiar hyper-individualistic way. Akban was aware that many of the men within the FLB-SDPF, even in the higher ranks, subscribed to this religion. But he did not complain. It promoted bravery on the battlefield, and dying for honor. So since it inspired the men, he let it be.

A representative from Pennsylvania began approaching, and Akban prepared to greet him. Just at that moment, a loud roar was heard. He looked away from the Pennsylvanian, and back at the general, in a "wtf" kind of way. He then heard a marching band begin to play. "Oh god, some degenerate imperialistic douchebag has arrived no doubt" Akban said to himself.

[Cazelia]

The same 'what the fuck' look on Akban's face was reflected on Maximillian's as soon as he saw a massive ekranoplan land on the front lawn. The look intensified when he saw a marching band depart from the aircraft, followed by the Acting President of Franberry. In his curiosity he almost failed to notice the Pennsylvanian President approaching him and the Bendiran. Maximillian politely put his index finger up to Akban to indicate a pause before turning to the new guest and extending his hand.

"You must be the President of Pennsylvania, it is a pleasure to meet you." said Maximillian in a welcoming tone "I'm Brigadier General Maximillian Roberts." he continued, introducing himself. He noticed the man's military uniform and smiled. Another old soldier.

"Administrator Akban and myself were discussing the military capabilities of our nations, would you care to join us?" He asked, his hand still extended.

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As the Franberrian Acting President approached in his carriage, a short red haired woman of about thirty five years, dressed in a suit, waited for the President's 'vehicle' to halt. When it did, she greeted the man with a slightly nervous smile and a few introductory words.

"Ah, President de Marnomora, it is a great privilege to meet you. Welcome to the Democratic Republic of Cazatania." said Vice President Alexandra Spicer as she extended her hand to the man "I must admit, both your aircraft and your entourage are incredibly spectacular. I never expected something this grand, and it's delightful!" said Alexandra, the nervousness leaving her ever widening smile.

[Tarsas]

OOC: Arrival posts are boring, so I'll skip to him arriving.

At the formal
The Emperor himself arrived about this time, arriving at the airport and being driven by car to the formal. The car was a simple dodge charger, the state car of the Empire. All of the police cruisers and state cars were chargers, the new models. The Hemi and the turbocharger were less well known, as was the fact that the car was armored under the hull with a special armor designed just for this car. The armor could take a large caliber bullet like the one fired by the 30-06, though the glass was not so fortunate. The car pulled up outside and paused. Three Imperial Guards exited the vehicle. One went to open the door, but before he could, it flung open and the emperor stepped out, heading with the guards briskly walking to keep up. The emperor was the kind of man that didn't waste time behind some security escort. At some events, he did, but at most, he simply walked ahead and left his security trailing behind.

When he noticed the Franberrian thing land, he couldn't help but put his hand over his face, and seeing the marching band, put both of them over his face. He took them off in time to watch the obviously overconfident and arrogant Franberrian president walk in. Ignoring that scene, he went over and greeted the Cazatanian president. "Greetings sir, I trust your in good health?"

[Cazelia]

President Hasley, who had just asked the Viscountess about a new trade deal, turned around when he heard a man's voice behind him. The man was the Emperor of Tarsas, a man he had not met in person before. He offered his hand to shake.

"I'm doing well, your Excellency. I do not believe we have met before, I am President Ingram Hasley." Said Ingram, introducing himself. The President was a slightly worn looking man of thirty years. He looked more like a soldier than he did a government official, with his rough beard and clean cut brown hair. The only thing that made him out to be an actual official was his trademark suit and red tie, along with his Cazatanian flag pin.