CLOSED Meeting, Havenese Foreign Relations (Invite only)

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

"And to you Aster, there is something else we need to work on. Something southeast of your island."

"And that would be..?"
(OOC, am going to sleep now, sorry. Yell at me in the morning.)

[Havenburgh]

"Waddam is not between our nations, so we will have safe travel to you. I do suggest a 2,500 man team on your soil. a pebble that he can step on, so it stalls untill the boulder comes crumbling down on him"

"Indeed he is not, but he roams those waters, and I can see how the Boiling Sea - Sorry, that's our name for the area - can become a kill zone in case of an armed conflict."

"In any case. When you say 2,500 men, do you refer to an amphibious ground brigade of some sort, or to the personnel of a naval base? I it's the latter, what vessels do you plan on putting there?"

"if it becomes a armed conflict we would kill him in a heartbeat. Now we mean for a naval base personell there, plus three frigates and a destroyer."

[Doppler]

Marston took a sip of water in front of him, Jackson twiddled his thumbs.

"Speaking of the devil, what do you guys think we should name our sea? and there is a rather defensive thing we need to talk about"

"Good question. I have heard many nations just refer to it as the South Dopplerian Sea most of the time."

[Linaviar]

Desmond Geriad had, throughout the trip, been making his presence less known. Sure, if one looked he would easily be found, but that was his greatest means of maintaining his infamous air of mystery; no one bothered to look where he was, and he made an effort to not attract attention to himself. Seeing an opportunity to interject on the current meeting, he shifted slightly, and lightly tapped his middle and index fingers into his palm, producing enough noise to draw attention.

Desmond was not a handsome man. Despite being only 37 years of age his hair was completely grey and was beginning to show signs of balding; his face was creased, much like a wizened old man. Dark bags hung under his eyes, begetting a perpetual tiredness, yet all the same his posture remained upright, and his gaze focused.

"If I may interject, I must state that I find the chances of dissuading the nations in question through the proposed arrangements would be... minimal." He began, quietly, an almost croaking sound mirroring his speech as his throat visibly vibrated. "These nations have a track record of being unpredictable, and the mere presence of extra force is unlikely to deter them from action. While a good starting point to any defencive negotiations would be setting a system in place for quick access to potential conflict zones, in order for us to truly get anywhere a much more interconnected system will be required."

He paused to breathe, a rasp coming through. "Of course, we all know the less than stellar track record of multinational pacts in the area. So many have been proposed, so few have gone through. Foremost, do we even have the will to create one and make a difference in this zone of power? That is one question that must be answered. Another, if the will exists, is how will we ensure that a pact wouldn't break down like the many others."

Desmond closed his eyes, and lowered his head, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, while coming through in a more crisp manner. "Are these even questions that we can answer?" He took an attentive pose once more, and chuckled. "I suppose that we must find out."

[Ostehaar]

Now we mean for a naval base personell there, plus three frigates and a destroyer."

Thaamas took another note: Consider for base 06? Haven' 2,500 pers' + 3 frig' + dest'; advise to accept.

"I understand. Now, while I myself have no executive power, the Prime Minister asked me to be here both as his friend and as a former minister of defense, since he assumed this issue would come up. Therefore I can't officially accept your offer now, but I can bring this to a quick vote with my blessing, and it will probably be approved."

[Ostehaar]

"Of course, we all know the less than stellar track record of multinational pacts in the area. So many have been proposed, so few have gone through. Foremost, do we even have the will to create one and make a difference in this zone of power? That is one question that must be answered. Another, if the will exists, is how will we ensure that a pact wouldn't break down like the many others."

Thaamas turned his look to Desmond, carefully listening. We're not keen to enter 'pacts', he thought to himself, this is usually the Oster policy. Pacts create mainly limitations - not opportunities. Bilateral agreements are more stable and trustworthy. He waited to see what the Havenburghian president will say.

[Havenburgh]

"Speaking of the devil, what do you guys think we should name our sea? and there is a rather defensive thing we need to talk about"

"Good question. I have heard many nations just refer to it as the South Dopplerian Sea most of the time."

well lets make it something more unique and official

Desmond Geriad had, throughout the trip, been making his presence less known. Sure, if one looked he would easily be found, but that was his greatest means of maintaining his infamous air of mystery; no one bothered to look where he was, and he made an effort to not attract attention to himself. Seeing an opportunity to interject on the current meeting, he shifted slightly, and lightly tapped his middle and index fingers into his palm, producing enough noise to draw attention.

Desmond was not a handsome man. Despite being only 37 years of age his hair was completely grey and was beginning to show signs of balding; his face was creased, much like a wizened old man. Dark bags hung under his eyes, begetting a perpetual tiredness, yet all the same his posture remained upright, and his gaze focused.

"If I may interject, I must state that I find the chances of dissuading the nations in question through the proposed arrangements would be... minimal." He began, quietly, an almost croaking sound mirroring his speech as his throat visibly vibrated. "These nations have a track record of being unpredictable, and the mere presence of extra force is unlikely to deter them from action. While a good starting point to any defencive negotiations would be setting a system in place for quick access to potential conflict zones, in order for us to truly get anywhere a much more interconnected system will be required."

He paused to breathe, a rasp coming through. "Of course, we all know the less than stellar track record of multinational pacts in the area. So many have been proposed, so few have gone through. Foremost, do we even have the will to create one and make a difference in this zone of power? That is one question that must be answered. Another, if the will exists, is how will we ensure that a pact wouldn't break down like the many others."

Desmond closed his eyes, and lowered his head, his voice dropping to barely a whisper, while coming through in a more crisp manner. "Are these even questions that we can answer?" He took an attentive pose once more, and chuckled. "I suppose that we must find out."

Indeed I have noticed that too, and wish to turn around this track record, It all starts with the international union"

suddenly the train slowed down, then to a complete stop. we were no longer under water, but instead underneth the private estate, or capital building of Havenburgh.

"gentleman, welcome to Avalone, the capital of Havenburgh. If you all would follow me, we can make our way to the meeting room, where all of this magic is gonna happen"

avalone


the capital building

[Great-Imperialonia]

The Havenburghian land came in sight of the airplane of the Royal Imperialonian Airways. Consuls Wessel and Melas sat in the plane and really looked forward to the meeting.

"You're highnesses, we are preparing to land."

"You know, -said Melas to Wessel- it's a pity such a mighty land of Havneburgh does not crown a king or other monarch to rule..."

"Yes, it is. But a president is also a good step forward, maybe it comes one time..."

The plane landed in Havenburgh and the two monarchs stepped out, there was a limousine ready to take them to the meeting.

[Franco-Albion]

"Ms Thatcher?"
Slowly stirring from her sleep, the Prime Minister opened her tired eyes. As she become more aware of her surroundings, the blurred images of the room around her began to come into vision. She raised her head from her arm upon where it rested and looked around for the caller of her name. A few feet in front of her stood a tall, red-headed, young looking woman, holding a cup and saucer in her hand.
"I'm sorry to disturb you my Lady, but I thought you'd want a hot drink."
"Ah, thank you Glynda," said Lady Thatcher, taking the cup from the assistant. "How long was I asleep for?"
"About 3 hours. You must of drifted off after you sent me to get those papers, when I came back I saw ..." She cut herself off, embarrassed at the thought of telling the Prime Minister that she had 'drifted off' whilst working.
Lady smiled and chuckled lightly, her lightly wrinkled hands placing the cup and saucer down on the table to the side. "Don't worry yourself Glynda. I AM an old woman you know ..."
"Ms Thatcher ..." Glynda gasped quietly as she sat in the chair opposite her, "you're not old."
"Nonesense!" Thatcher laughed light-heartedly. "I'm nearly 70 years old! My skin is wrinkled, I have great-grandchildren, my bones ache and ... oh how my bones ache. I am the very definition of an old woman."
Glynda stood in silence.
Thatcher noticed her silence and lighted her chin up with her hand. "And yet, I'm still known as the Iron Lady."
The young women nodded and smiled, before standing up and giving her dress a quick brush down with her hand, whilst Ms Thatcher opened the envelope of papers that was brought to her.
"These are papers on the delegates and their nations, yes?" she queried, putting on a pair of delicate spectacles.
"Yes, Ms Thatcher. The papers were prepared by the Foreign Minister himself," Glynda noted. "Mr Fox also instructed me to say that his department had included their notes as well."
"Ah yes, Mr Fox ..." noted the Minister, as she continued to read the papers. "Havenburgh ... they're an interesting nation. Tell me Glynda, what are your thoughts on them?"

"My thoughts?" Glynda stammered. "You'd like ... MY thoughts on them?"
The Iron Lady nodded, placing down the papers to watch her assistant's reaction.
"Well ... I ..."
"Go on. What do you make of them?" she queried.
Glynda cleared her throat and gathered her thoughts. "Well, they seem like a resourceful nation ..."
Ms Thatcher nodded, listening carefully to what she had to say.
"... a nation steep in tradition. One that seems eager to meet and greet nations, almost too eager you might say."
She continued to listen, taking another sip of tea from her cup.
"But one could say they are TOO traditional. They had their fabulous architecture, wonderful landscapes, a supportive economy and are generally regarded as a peaceful safe-haven ..."
Lady Thatcher studied the women, her cup and hand hovering above the table. "But ...?"
Glynda paused, contemplating. "But they could be after something else ..."
The old woman smiled. "So, you think there might be a seedier side. Not necessarily a bad thing, but an ulterior motive?"
Her red hair bounced slightly as Glynda cautiously nodded.
Thatcher placed her cup back on the saucer. "Good. In this day and age, one can never be too careful."

There was a knock at the door, as the room shook gently.
"Enter," stated the Minister loudly.
The door opened and smart, stubble-faced man entered the room, the white shirt of his uniform seemed to glow gently in the warm light of the office.
"Ms Thatcher, Miss Fitzpatrick ..." the man politely greeted the room's occupants. "We'll be landing shortly. Once again, I'm sorry for the de-"
"Thank you Henry," interrupted the Minister, "but I know it wasn't your fault. Bad weather is bad weather. For all our technological gains, we humans are still at the mercy of Mother Nature."
The pilot nodded. "Yes ma'am."

[Kamieniec Podolski]

John has been quietly drinking up until now. He looks as if he has something to say.

[Dashgrinaar]

"My speech on the plane crash was one of love and hope, though afterwards, I faced some opposition in the Palace, as the ritual I performed was sacred to our family. I was never meant to be queen, but when my brother Francitye became Tuernia's, I had to take up the standard. When I was younger, I had a passion for singing and music of all sorts, and could never sit still for long during royal speeches, though I grew to become better..." she trailed off, lost in thought, "When I was 10, about 14 years ago, I met Grace Empyr, a compassionate and loving woman. I never knew I would grow up working with, for, and governing her, but, here I am. Though I am a royal, I still am a diplomat and negotiator, and serve my country.

So, let's take a look at the menu. What do you think looks good?"

A lover of the people and of culture... Aster smiled "I do belive this "Akatosh Pot Pie" sounds delicious. It is a proverb, "When abroad, tax thy host no more than needed." So my eating habits are mundane to say the least." he chuckled, and wondered if the stereotype of the rich devouring grandiose feasts was prevalent. "Speaking of siblings, in case you haven't noticed, Adam's the more...forthright of us. He goes off gallivanting, and I have to save his hide or apologize for the messes he's made." A thought occured to him "Say, lets see if I still have it..." He fished out a CD titled "Eternia Opera House Greatest Hits." "Here's a real soundtrack, do you by chance play any music or just sing?"
The soundtrack:
"Ballad of the Wild Roses, Anthem of the Knights Orders"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siP0syXBde4
"Realization of the Dream"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf5f4y9 ... _469889287
"Gloria Imperium"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DCsLSM8mMc
"Teardrops"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1JgIg38QBU
"Unity and Honor"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naVoMFKMXfo
"Lover's Interlude"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgAEtFFPzs

"I play multiple instrument, including the violin, piano, harp, and flute. I will remember to listen to these when I have a chance, thank you Aster."

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

A lover of the people and of culture... Aster smiled "I do belive this "Akatosh Pot Pie" sounds delicious. It is a proverb, "When abroad, tax thy host no more than needed." So my eating habits are mundane to say the least." he chuckled, and wondered if the stereotype of the rich devouring grandiose feasts was prevalent. "Speaking of siblings, in case you haven't noticed, Adam's the more...forthright of us. He goes off gallivanting, and I have to save his hide or apologize for the messes he's made." A thought occured to him "Say, lets see if I still have it..." He fished out a CD titled "Eternia Opera House Greatest Hits." "Here's a real soundtrack, do you by chance play any music or just sing?"
The soundtrack:
"Ballad of the Wild Roses, Anthem of the Knights Orders"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=siP0syXBde4
"Realization of the Dream"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vf5f4y9 ... _469889287
"Gloria Imperium"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8DCsLSM8mMc
"Teardrops"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=H1JgIg38QBU
"Unity and Honor"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=naVoMFKMXfo
"Lover's Interlude"
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=phgAEtFFPzs

"I play multiple instrument, including the violin, piano, harp, and flute. I will remember to listen to these when I have a chance, thank you Aster."

(OOC: Aster's in a meeting right now and cannot be interrupted, thanks though.)

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

Meanwhile, in Eternia...
King Randor and Queen Marlena, the Imperial regents and former Emperor and Empress of Nova Catania, sat on the Imperial Thrones for the first time in what seemed like forever. They would be the last leaders of the "old" Nova Catania, and they knew it. Randor by no means was disapointed when Adam would ascend the throne, he had prepared him for this very day, and yet... it seems that Adam was unprepared for this. The so-called "Grayskull Loyalty" group wanted to oust every last person who was linked to the Colonial Times, and place a person of "Pure Grayskull blood" on the throne in every corner of the Three Dominions. Randor's presence seemed to have calmed the storm a bit, but he knew as soon as his son and nephew returned, ought-right war would begin. It would seem that everyone's found something to complain and go to war over... he thought sardonically. The Christians in the west and the Iliyah-worshipers in the east have bad blood thanks to Catania ending a century and a half of humanist isolation. A flood that had for so long been held back now threatened to break loose. He hoped that Adam and Aster were faring better...
Their Majesties, Randor and Marlena:

[Havenburgh]

After the stop, ryan walked back into the dining hall. Getting into a posistion where everyone can hear him, he spoke over the crowd
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Avalone, the capital of Havenburgh. We are under the capital building, about 13 freights. Our final destination, the meeting chambers is in the south wing of the building, and thats where we are headed. Now if you all will follow me, we can get to where we are going."
Walking to the doors, he led the group out if the train and the metro, to a huge elevator about an acre in size. They all got on, and sped up to the main floor, where the door opened with a ding. A female robotic voice chimed in
"Welcome back to the palace of kings, sir"
Ryan smirked, before getting off and leading them to the main meeting chambers. There were guards in suits everywhere, keeping an eye of everything. A MP5 was hidden in each of their jackets

The halls were beautiful, decorated with marvelous sights. From golden statues to long extinct plants to million dollar paintings, the halls had it all. Chandeliers hang from the ceilings, white halls and pillars providing a great backdrop.


"Say, does anybody know why the walls are white, the floor is white tile and the ceiling is white?"

[Kamieniec Podolski]

"Say, does anybody know why the walls are white, the floor is white tile and the ceiling is white?"

Useless decadence?

The white store had a big sale?

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

After the stop, ryan walked back into the dining hall. Getting into a posistion where everyone can hear him, he spoke over the crowd
"Ladies and gentleman, welcome to Avalone, the capital of Havenburgh. We are under the capital building, about 13 freights. Our final destination, the meeting chambers is in the south wing of the building, and thats where we are headed. Now if you all will follow me, we can get to where we are going."
Walking to the doors, he led the group out if the train and the metro, to a huge elevator about an acre in size. They all got on, and sped up to the main floor, where the door opened with a ding. A female robotic voice chimed in
"Welcome back to the palace of kings, sir"
Ryan smirked, before getting off and leading them to the main meeting chambers. There were guards in suits everywhere, keeping an eye of everything. A MP5 was hidden in each of their jackets

The halls were beautiful, decorated with marvelous sights. From golden statues to long extinct plants to million dollar paintings, the halls had it all. Chandeliers hang from the ceilings, white halls and pillars providing a great backdrop.
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"Say, does anybody know why the walls are white, the floor is white tile and the ceiling is white?"

"To signify a new beginning and a cleansing of past mistakes?" Aster ventured...

[Havenburgh]

"Say, does anybody know why the walls are white, the floor is white tile and the ceiling is white?"

Useless decadence?

Ryan chuckled
"No. Its a neutral color. The color in the of goodness and neutrality. Much like a hospital, we use it to help people get more comfortable and be at ease without feeling any moods."
Ryan kept walking, leading the group down the long hallways to the meeting chambers, a huge room. As everyone stepped in and took a seat, the doors closed with a hiss.
"You are now in a air tight system, with its own vent systems. Nobody can see or hear you outside."

Ryan stood in the center, making sure everyone was comfortable. With a click of hid watch servants came in and gave everyone refreshments, then they quickly left. As the door closed, Ryan began.
"Everyone, thank you for coming. It is an honour to see you all here. Im sure you are all wondering why you are here, correct? Well, I will give you a chance to ask any question right now"

[Miklania]

Aerona had not said or done much until now. But she was getting suspicious of the way that this was going. "Indeed sir, tell us why are we here?"

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

Aerona had not said or done much until now. But she was getting suspicious of the way that this was going. "Indeed sir, tell us why are we here?"

"I second that" Adam said, and Aster nodded with him. He had hoped to bring to the attention of this alliance the unfortunate civil strife so it could be contained before it would spread.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Aerona had not said or done much until now. But she was getting suspicious of the way that this was going. "Indeed sir, tell us why are we here?"

Consuls Wessel and Melas looked to Aerona.

"Would their nation still be angry since the Imperialonian-Sadievi war?" asked Wessel to Melas

"Probably, but I still do not regret it, I mean... That were the last months I was an absolute emperor, I had to do something spectacular..."

"Well, you better don't say that to loud..." Whispered Wessel

[Kamieniec Podolski]

Aerona had not said or done much until now. But she was getting suspicious of the way that this was going. "Indeed sir, tell us why are we here?"

Yeah, and why is it that nobody can see or hear us? I'm starting to think your intentions are less than pure.

[Havenburgh]

"This room is soundproof, for security reasons. It was built that way."
Ryan sighed
"I brought you all here becuase it is my belief that each of your nations pose a important and crucial part in the future of Havenburgh. Some maybe through military, others through diplomacy. For example, I wish to create a defensive pact with the nations of Polar Svalbard, Miklania, And Doppler. I also wish to create a trade route with Linivair, Nova Catania and Doppler."

[Miklania]

"This room is soundproof, for security reasons. It was built that way."
Ryan sighed
"I brought you all here becuase it is my belief that each of your nations pose a important and crucial part in the future of Havenburgh. Some maybe through military, others through diplomacy. For example, I wish to create a defensive pact with the nations of Polar Svalbard, Miklania, And Doppler. I also wish to create a trade route with Linivair, Nova Catania and Doppler."

Aerona remained silent, looking at Sanders with a straight face. She was standing at parade rest, as was habitual for most that have done their time in the service

[Kamieniec Podolski]

"This room is soundproof, for security reasons. It was built that way."
Ryan sighed
"I brought you all here becuase it is my belief that each of your nations pose a important and crucial part in the future of Havenburgh. Some maybe through military, others through diplomacy. For example, I wish to create a defensive pact with the nations of Polar Svalbard, Miklania, And Doppler. I also wish to create a trade route with Linivair, Nova Catania and Doppler."

"Oh? And what do you want me to do?"

[Nova Catania (Ancient)]

Aerona had not said or done much until now. But she was getting suspicious of the way that this was going. "Indeed sir, tell us why are we here?"

Yeah, and why is it that nobody can see or hear us? I'm starting to think your intentions are less than pure.

"Thus far you have not offered much to discuss..." Aster remarked.