The II Summit (IC, SIGN UP ONLY)

by **Isointania** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:10 am

Prime Minister Riccardo Marino will, today, begin to hold the biggest Summit in history. This will be a meeting for world leaders to discuss and resolve incidents. It will be held in Corazza City's finest hotel, La Migliore. Leaders will be picked up by the Isointanian Goverments private jet and flown to Corazza City's largest airport, Tra le Nuvole. The leaders will have lunch in Tra le Nuvole and will then be transported to La Migliore. There will be a four hour gap for leaders and their families to do activities or sight see, then dinner will be served. Leaders will stay the night in La Migliore and the II Summit will begin at Ten O'Clock the next morning.

The order of buisness for The II Summit is:
1. The War Declared On All Non-White Citizens In The West Pacific by The Aryan Brotherhood.
2. Alliances and Organizations such as the ANA and ACA as well as their recent actions.
3. The Arkavan Coup.
4. Permission to expand the Hegemony by The IASM.
5. The complete annexation of New Alotos.
6. Secession of the Republican State of Yorkopolis.
7. War between the Holy Roman Empire & others.
8. Monarchist coup d'état in the former State of Yorkopolis.
9. Civil War between the Holy Roman Empire of Yorkopolis & the Republican State of Yorkopolis.
10. Conflict with Scarborough Shoal.
11. The SRAS Epidemic
12. The Plan of Annexing the Aryan Brother-Hood.
12. Democratic revolution in Longfort.
13. Summary.

(OOC: The order of Role Playing will be that you get picked up the the jet in your own nation, have a meal at the Tra le Nuvole Airport, during the wait for dinner you can do a few Sight seeing posts if you like, then you have dinner in the La Migliore Hotel. The summit will begin the next morning.)

by **Repubblica Italiana** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:23 am

OOC:Well, let's get to work!

by **Isointania** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:24 am

Repubblica Italiana wrote:OOC:Well, let's get to work!

(OOC: Then post my friend!)

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:33 am

The Honourable Sir Alexander Rosario Gywnedd was the chosen Yohannesian delegate to the Isointanian government's newly-declared International Incidents Summit. While a bit apprehensive at first, the father of two adolescent daughters and gentle husband of a loving wife's initial feeling of apprehensiveness went away within a couple of hours' landing upon the United Kingdom's land.

"It was quite a decent lunch as well" the gentleman's nod of approval didn't come so lightly, for Yohannesian noble-bred individuals are known for their easily indignant nature as well as hard-to-please expectation. Though his favourite by far was the fish pie and luxurious-raised salmon slices as well as dips, Sir Gywnedd was won over by, at the very latest, the summit host nation's ability to provide above-than-average foods.

Personally, he had no qualms acting as the Yohannesian delegate to this wonderful country. Officially, however, the United Provinces Office of Foreign Affairs & Trade held a deeper reservation. After all, the United Kingdom of Isointania was not a very well-known nation upon this vast, and not to mention daunting world.

In comparison to economic powers such as the Free Republic of Lamoni, Dutch Democratic Republic of Knootoss, and multiple others of regular Yohannesian diplomatic networks globally, the brand "Made in Isointania" or the registration of any Isointanian companies-of-note has made its lack-of-presence known not just in Yohannes, but that of its stock market international rating index.

The aristocrat's task was a clear one. "Keep calm, silent and smile", to quote the Rt Hon. Foreign Affairs Minister Julius Frej Shriver's words prior to his departure. Advance Yohannes' economic agenda, brushed off the usual silly and exaggerated claims of seeing multiple other new events which are only negligible at its worst by effect to the Yohannesian economy, and respect the other delegate's point of view.

Nevertheless, whatever was the reservation held by his superior, Sir Gywnedd knew that personally, this summit was one of his personal satisfaction for the taking. Shriver's reservation or not.

The tall, dark-haired delegate stood calm and tall, awaiting the arrival of the other delegates.

by **The IASM** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:37 am

The IASM's leader requests to speak on the matter of the expansion of the IASM's Hegemony.

by **Srpska-Krajina** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:39 am

Fyodor was ready.He was picked at the Petrograd airport by a private jet of the Isointanian government at 8:32 AM because they flight to Isointania would be long.Through the trip he was thinking everything that would happen in this summit.Many unknown for him country leaders were there and all this were knew for him.He had been State Minister for only a couple of weeks and know it was the chance for him to prove his diplomatic skills.Soon the jet arrived at the airport,the Tra le Nuvole.He slwoly got down from the airplane after it landed and he awaited for the government officials to pick him and the other leaders up.

by **Isointania** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:41 am

The IASM wrote:The IASM's leader requests to speak on the matter of the expansion of the IASM's Hegemony.

OOC: WE ARE NOT AT THE SUMMIT YET, WE ARE WAITING FOR EVERYONE LESE TO ARIVE.

by **Srpska-Krajina** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:42 am

OOC:When will the government officla pick us up to have dinner?

by **Korinekia** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:48 am

Leader Korinekia of Korinekia would like to thank Isointania for their invitation to this Summit. Korinekia has too long used it's bulk and remoteness to allow it to ignore the affairs of the outside world. It is time for this philosophy to come to an end.

However, due to unusual circumstances, including what is commonly referred to as jet lag, Korinekia will now be engaging of the time honored Korinekian tradition of the mid afternoon nap.

by **United Socialist Republics of Lupina** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:26 pm

Premier Julius Prega stepped down from the Isointanian jet and advanced through the crowds of reporters. Many were sending questions his way about whether or not the subject of human rights abues in the USRL would be on the agenda.
He made no comment on the matter, he was here for the summit; to keep in the interests of the Lupine people and seek out international congregations such as this for potential supporters and political allies.

It was dangerous for him to be away from the inner-political workings of the Central Council. There were rivals that wished to hold his post by all means at their disposal. Therefore, he wouldn't stay at this summit for more than a few days.

Currently on the agenda was lunching here at the airport, followed by visiting a few of the historical sights of the country. Imperialist, capitalist, or not, there were still some grand sights to see.

Then there would be dinner. And then tommorrow the summit would begin.

Hopefully he'd have plenty of time to personally meet more of the delegates.

by **Veceria** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:40 pm

Location: Veceria, the City of Tuzar; Time: 0600

It was early in the morning in Veceria when the Vecerian delegation boarded the plane that should take them to the international meeting of nations both known and unknown to the Royal Stratocracy. Lorena wasn't really stressed or nervous about the upcoming summit, in fact, she was bored. As always. She knew that most of the people attending the meeting were humans, discussing human - well, stuff. The only reason the Grand Archon sent her was because of - using military terms - reconnaissance. The main problem with being a nation in isolation and seclusion was, that only a few outside problems reached the national borders.
Several dozen guards were waiting all around the airport as the foreign plane landed, their eyes watchful, monitoring any unusual signs coming from the aerial vehicle. As soon as the plane stopped moving, the Vecerian delegation approached it. Both Lorena and Danna were talking to their personal guards, waving their family goodbye as they finally got into the large vehicle. The sun was just sending its first few rays as the plane rose into the air, flying towards their destination - the United Kingdom of Isointania.

Location: Isointania, the Tra le Nuvole Airport

The meal was good - not perfect, but good enough. The Vecerians weren't talking that much - as usual, they kept to themselves instead of talking to foreigners. Lorena was looking forward to meeting the other delegates, however. Fenris had told her quite some interesting stuff about some of the other nations, mostly about the Yohannesian delegation, as Yohannes seemed to be one of the most interesting nations attending the summit. One of the Guardsmen was the first to finish the meal, but waited patiently for the rest of the company till he started speaking. "Madame Bancroft, may I suggest that we skip the sightseeing tour and just ... well, explore the airport a little bit?" A small smirk appeared on the Archon's face, and she nodded. "Good idea, even if 'explore' sounds too much like scouting the are for possible threats. And you know, Rodger, we're here for ... well, to receive news about everything going on in the world right now. Not to get information about a neutral nation." The Guardsman nodded slightly, and stood up, nearly synchronic with his companion. The two delegates stood up too, and followed the two Guardsmen out of the lunch room. Before the four left the room, Dana noted quietly: "... And maybe we meet some other delegates."

by **Srpska-Krajina** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:46 pm

Fyodor was eating his lunch quietly.The restaurant had Yuvάrzi the national food of Srpska-Krajina.He looked all around the delegates and spotted the Verecian ones.He watched them with interest.They didn't seem interested in any of the events that would take place later.He also flet quite lonely.He didn't have someone to talk with and an alliance would be most accepted right now.Julius Prega was the only other communist/socialist country representative.So with a little fear he approached him and introduced himself."Hello" he said."I'm Fyodor Kreshiv of the People's Socialist Soviet of Srpska-Krajina.So what do you think of this place?".

by **Repubblica Italiana** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 12:54 pm

"President, we are ready to go."
He said a police escort.
And one sunny afternoon in the capital city of Rome, about 35 °.
The city is deserted, everyone is on holiday, there is some policeman sweated slumbering in his car parked on the side of the road, a dog barking from the balcony, the subway is achieved by those who are not yet gone on vacation and goes to search of refreshing, given that air conditioners do get there, the temperature about 20 °.
All shops are closed, no person, no cars running down the street.
But something in the airport intercontinental "Giuseppe Garibaldi" moves.
The delegation and his sweaty stock (to be with the uniforms to 35 degrees is difficult) are taking off with the presidential aircraft, escorted by four F-16 fighter.
The airport is so deserted that it took special safety precautions, because half the policemen are on vacation.
The delegation boarded the plane and escort the presidential election, escorted by F-16 roaring.
"We've never been in Isointania, I hope it's cozy."
Said the President, sitting on comfortable chair.
"Yeah, I still thank their general support Vampricus during the Revolution."
Shepherd said the general.
"When you shot in the stomach?"
Said the President Ezio, a hint of a smile.
"I need not remind me, is already painful enough."
The General replied annoyed.
"Ok, we start this tub!"
He said a pilot on the radio.
"Next destination Isointania, say that we have prepared a 5 star hotel."
He said the president.
"We hope so!"
He said a soldier Crisis Unit.
The presidential plane and fighter escort took off, leaving the city of Rome.

by **United Socialist Republics of Lupina** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 1:02 pm

Srpska-Krajina wrote:Fyodor was eating his lunch quietly.The restaurant had Yuvάrzi the national food of Srpska-Krajina.He looked all around the delegates and spotted the Verecian ones.He watched them with interest.They didn't seem interested in any of the events that would take place later.He also flet quite lonely.He didn't have someone to talk with and an alliance would be most accepted right now.Julius Prega was the only other communist/socialist country representative.So with a little fear he approached him and introduced himself."Hello" he said."I'm Fyodor Kreshiv of the People's Socialist Soviet of Srpska-Krajina.So what do you think of this place?".

"Good day to you comrade Kreshiv." he outreached his hand and shook his. "I find this place to be a little too modern and lavishfor my taste. I prefer the older buildings without all these capitalistic idioms dotting the entrance."

"How are things in Srpska-Krajina?"

The Premier noticed the foriegn food upon the mans plate.

"And may I ask what it is you're eating for lunch?"

by **Apox** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 1:18 pm

Lord Steven Winklebottom shifted his considerable bulk up the ramp and into the waiting private jet. His personal bodyguard, Fred was waiting for him inside the plane, having checked it out earlier, and his wife Sonita was inside as well. As the plane began to take off, he mused to himself about the upcoming summit. He knew that, as a relatively isolated nation, making a good impression in the summit would be imperative.

by **The Republic of Legantus** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:17 pm

Legantium International Airport, 0500 Legantus time
President Lucius Paternius Silvanus boarded the aircraft apprehensively. He knew the summit would be important, and having this many heads-of-state together at once would be a great opportunity to solve some of the major problems plaguing the world, but he also knew many attended for other reasons. He pushed those feelings aside as the aircraft taxied down the runway. The reasons they came here for didn't matter. They would still act in their nation's best interests. As the aircraft took off, his aide handed him a document detailing the issues that would be discussed. Setting aside the document for now, he went forward to the cockpit. He handed a note with some coordinates on it to the pilot.
"Mind flying over this spot when we come into Corazza City?"
The pilot looked at him like he was crazy, but nodded. It would not change the approach much, so it would not be much of a problem. The president thanked the pilot and returned to his seat to read the briefing. It would be a long flight.

by **Socialist Republic of Chichistan** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 2:38 pm

President Davos Mielerdan arrived in Isointaniania to a hero's welcome and was praised by many citizens for his leadership of the Chichistani Armed Forces in Jahistic and during the Isointanian civil war.
Davos hopped into his waiting limousine at the airport and travelled to the Internation Incident's summit in style.
Upon arrival, Davos greeted every member of the summit whilst offering a warmer handshake to the leaders of countries who aligned themselves to the left.
"Greetings my friends, I am pleased to be here today and I look forward to discussing matters and making diplomatic ties. Let this summit be a productive one!"

by **The New Velociraptor Empire** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 4:14 pm

"I do say, this epidemic has caused more destruction and trouble than the Costa Rican Incident." Dictator Edwin Pilkington said to himself. His week had been filled with killer mime spies, evil clones, and a nuclear launch. It all caused by this small little virus. He then checked his schedual, it seemed that he had to host a ceremony on the same day. How was he going to do this? Suddenly, lightning crackled in his office! From the lightning a raptor appeared in his office dressed in his clothes. "When did you come from?" the Dictator asked, time travel is/was/will be a common occurance in the Empire. "One week in the future. By then the epidemic will be over, Dragosovlkiav moved to a different region, and Jack caused another crisis. I came to go to that Summit for my past self." replied the Future Pilkington. "Good, do you have any advice?" said Past Pilkington. "Yes, don't serve Dagger One human meat and remind Jack that he has cloning technology. Other than that you should be fine." replied Future Pilkington. "Ok you better get to the airport now." said Past Pilkington. "Yes, and I'll be taking two agents with me." said Future Pilkington as he left.

by **Xanixi** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 6:21 pm

OoC: For the purposes of the post, I put some of the parts of the first half in Spanish. I'll note with them "sup"s and write the translate here, so that we can all still understand. Also, it should be noted that I'm a PMT nation set after 2024 in this RP.

Also, Yohannes, if it isn't too awkward, I'd like your take on this post. Thanks!]

All was quiet. For once, I could lie down on the branch and concentrate on my target. The grey-and-red sniper that gripped tightly between my hands remained steady on the windowsill, as I used the magnifier to "zoom" ever closer to the plaza. It was large, with bricks colored red and black expanding on the ground, hiding slyly under the visitors' soles. Breeze was small, which is a good sign for any sniping operation, and the presentation below seemed to be starting. Or, at least, that's what I could tell from the accumulating silence in the crowd below.

"Silencio, por favor!" the announcer yelled, waving his hand about. "Silence, please," I translated in my mind, smiling at the fact that I was still adept at understanding the language I learned when I was just an adolescent. I looked up for a moment, looking around the walls of the Plaza Mayor. Even though I had been briefed over four days ago on my mission, and had established that it had to be done for the Italian Empire to expand into Hispania, I was still flabbergasted by the objective of the mission. It was 2010, and still, these other European states resisted, with their efforts to restore dominance largely inefficacious.

"Silencio, por favor!" the announcer yelled again, trying to quiet down the crowd. Obviously, the target had arrived, and his speech was about to be made. I prepped my finger, closing my left and and focusing my receiving power on my right, scanning the faces of the different people on the stage.

There he was. Zapatero. The Prime Minister of Spain's government. It was interesting, how the man tried to please his people, telling him that Spanish forces were standing strong against the imperialistic swine from the Apennine Peninsula. Finally, Rome had reached her limits, and dispatched my team to eliminate the target.

"He about to begin?" one of my team, Rolando, asked me. He was an Italian, with black hair down to his shoulders and a slight tan, though it was obvious he wasn't one of being out in the sun. He, of all four of us in the team, was the one that despised me the most. I never really understood why it was that I was so hated in his mind, but I had always assumed it was because I was from London instead of Italy. I knew that it had always seemed like I was either a traitor to the UK, or a spy in the Italian armed forces. That had obviously changed, with my operations in the UK the previous year, where I managed to eliminate not just the King, but the Prime Minister, in a single, swift strike.

"Yeah," I replied, without enthusiasm. If I was going to have a rivarly with the man, I might as well have fun.

Either way, they still abhorred me.

"¹Por favor, España," said Zapatero, waving his hand to the crowd. It had seemed that his order was exactly what they needed to finally cease their incessant speaking.

"²Hoy, voy a hablar de los problemas que encontramos en la frontera con Francia," he began, "³todos ya sabemos que me refiero a la guerra con el Imperio Italiano. Las historias que se han dicho por todo el territorio español es cierto. El Imperio ha penetrado los Pirineos, y planea atacar a Madrid cuando pueda. Pero, hoy, yo estoy para asegurarles que este Imperio inepto no llegara a nuestro capital. Madrid se a preparado para-"

"Well," Rolando bugged me, "what the fuck are you waiting for?" In all honesty, I had no real idea. The man had spoken so quickly that I wasn't able to translate the majority of it in my mind. Perhaps I wasn't as adept as I claimed.

"Right moment. Wind is picking up," I replied, keeping my eye steadily on the man's chest.

"Cazzo incompetente," he muttered to himself in Italian. My Italian may have been a bit rusty, but I still understood him. Incompetent fuck.

Suddenly, it stopped. The wind slowed down, and now was my chance. I had to take it, and with it, Zapatero's life. The Italian Empire demanded it, and who was I to deny them access to Hispania?

I aimed right as his chest, watching his lips move at the edge of the scope. I couldn't hear him, as I had the tendency to completely shut myself down as I prepared to take a sniper shot. I calculated everything I needed to: height, distance, wind. Everything was perfect. And so...I pressed the trigger.

Suddenly, I woke up. My face was staring directly at a blue bulb hanging from the ceiling of this Imperial jet, headed towards an important international meeting. A summit, intended to speak about the many different crises that lingered over the enormous and diverse globe. Many had their issues, and this meeting would attend them specifically.

Personally, I didn't feel the Empire had any worth mentioning to the international community, and honestly, neither did the Imperial Council. They had simply been asked to participate in the meetings, and who were they to argue with the wishes of other nations. If they wanted Imperial participation, they would most certainly have it.

"Mr. Byrd," an air attendant said, walking up to me with a smile, probably not genuine, painted on her face, "we're arriving at the Tra le Nuvole airport. Our pilots have messaged them a request to land."

"Thank you," I replied, grabbing my bags. She left rapidly, before I could say another word, not that I really had anything to say. I sighed, shaking my head to strip away and bury the memories of my time in the armed forces of the still-expanding Italian Empire. Things were certainly far more peaceful now, as the Grand Empire, and, more importantly, under Emperor Shepard, than with the imperialistic Emperor Anderson. It had been quite the trip through time, but I had enough of it.

I sat up my seat, taking a deep breath, and awaited the plane's arrival at the airport.

>>Incoming Transmission

From: Imperial Diplomatic Jet 445

This is IDJ-445, requesting permission to land at the Tra le Nuvole Airport. We have the Imperial Ambassador, Mr. Colton Byrd, on board, repeat, Mr. Colton Byrd is on board.

End Transmission<<

by **The Murry** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 6:31 pm

Prime Minister Anne Monty sat quietly in the government lounge at the Mount Gambier airport wait for her flight, to what was sure to be a memeralble experiance. In one hand she held a coffee and in the other a gossip mag which had no truth in it as usall

Posts · by **Yohannes** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 7:33 pm

The Honourable Sir Alexander Rosario Gywnedd, delegate of Yohannes to the International Incidents Summit, reminiscent the lack of an established and proper diplomatic tradition throughout the United Kingdom of Isointania, none more visually striking than the lack of arrival procedures at the delegates' destination; La Migliore Hotel.

It was a new spectacle for the man, raised to believe the full capacity of a sovereign nation to properly host a transnational or inter-regional forum. He certainly did not expect the lack of such diplomatic courtesy in the United Kingdom. Looking over the latest international geographic magazine provided, stacked neatly alongside the days' latest newspapers, he was suddenly reminded of the would be attendance of an important delegate; that of the Vecerian nation.

While there have not existed and established non-aggression pacts nor bilateral trade relationship between the two countries, the Vecerian nation was nevertheless one of the very few influential nations of the world attending this summit. None else would matter, for even he knew that the United Provinces Office of Foreign Affairs & Trade's top priority was to secure as many economic concessions and trade relationship as possible.

Furthermore, the fact that the Vecerian government had an amicable diplomatic relationship with the Lamonian government further reinforced its diplomatic importance, or at the very least significance to him and that of the United Provinces government.

Arriving at the grand Isointanian hotel early, the tall aristocrat proceeded to enter his room, where he await the presence of a comfortable and warm bed as well as the providence of a decent cup of tea.

by **Falsea** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:27 pm

The chairman had woke up late the day of the summit and was therefore hurried by his staff.
When he finally prepared, the jet had already arrived a few minutes ago, and he hurriedly got on to it.

Some time later

The jet had finally arrived in the airport and the chairman was fond of seeing what this new nation, a possible friend, could offer.
As directed, he went to the lunch and saw that other delegates had already arrived.

"Good morning to everyone." said the chairman to the assembly of delegates.

by **Korinekia** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 10:58 pm

Awakening from his nap, Leader Korinekia hoped the effects of his jet lag would be temporary. Upon arrival, the pilot had informed him he should set his watch ahead 33 hours. - He still wasn't quite sure how that was possible.

He thanked the pilot for allowing him to nap in the plane while it sat on the tarmac.

He made his way down to the Tra le Nuvole's restaurant for lunch, he noted that some other diplomat's were having drinks from restaurant's well stocked bar. However, after giving it some thought, decided he would be better served by a pot of black coffee.

by **Isointania** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:21 pm

Xanixi wrote:
>>Incoming Transmission

From: Imperial Diplomatic Jet 445

This is IDJ-445, requesting permission to land at the Tra le Nuvole Airport. We have the Imperial Ambassador, Mr. Colton Byrd, on board, repeat, Mr. Colton Byrd is on board.

End Transmission<<
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>>Out Going Transmission

From: Tra le Nuvole Air Traffic Control
Permison granted, IDJ-445 you are free to land, repeat you are free to land. Have a pleasent summit.
End Transmission<<

by **Isointania** » Mon Jul 02, 2012 11:24 pm

Yohannes wrote:The Honourable Sir Alexander Rosario Gywnedd, delegate of Yohannes to the International Incidents Summit, reminiscent the lack of an established and proper diplomatic tradition throughout the United Kingdom of Isointania, none more visually striking than the lack of arrival procedures at the delegates' destination; La Migliore Hotel.

It was a new spectacle for the man, raised to believe the full capacity of a sovereign nation to properly host a transnational or inter-regional forum. He certainly did not expect the lack of such diplomatic courtesy in the United Kingdom. Looking over the latest international geographic magazine provided, stacked neatly alongside the days' latest newspapers, he was suddenly reminded of the would be attendance of an important delegate; that of the Vecerian nation.

While there have not existed and established non-aggression pacts nor bilateral trade relationship between the two countries, the Vecerian nation was nevertheless one of the very few influential nations of the world attending this summit. None else would matter, for even he knew that the United Provinces Office of Foreign Affairs & Trade's top priority was to secure as many economic concessions and trade relationship as possible.

Furthermore, the fact that the Vecerian government had an amicable diplomatic relationship with the Lamonian government further reinforced its diplomatic importance, or at the very least significance to him and that of the United Provinces government.

Arriving at the grand Isointanian hotel early, the tall aristocrat proceeded to enter his room, where he await the presence of a comfortable and warm bed as well as the providence of a decent cup of tea.

Prime Minister Marino saw the delagate and went over to greet him.
"The Honourable Sir Alexander Rosario Gywnedd! Welcome to Isointania!"
The Prime Minister poured The Honourable Sir Alexander Rosario Gywnedd a cup of tea.
"You are early. Well, dinner at Tra le Nuvole will be cancelled. PLease, let me show you to your room."

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