Treaty Broken |MT|CLOSED|NO SIGN-UP|

by **Ostrova** » Tue May 31, 2016 6:23 pm

ZILON BEACH DEBATE HALL, ZANDILL
"The document is simple enough," The special envoy from the Republic of Ostrova rose from his seat, addressing the assembled diplomats. Ostrovan-English interpreters and their foreign counterparts began working furiously. "Ghasvhistikistan may freely purchase weapons of mass destruction, but manufacturing them is prohibited under this treaty. If Ghavhistikistan is not beholden to the decisions of the World Assembly, then the choice before us is simple as well."

Pausing to drink some water, the envoy continued, "The first option is for the Ghasvhistikistani government to purchase weapons of mass destruction from other nations, and cease all manufacturing operations as soon as possible. Whether Ghasvhistikistan must pay compensation for breaking the treaty must be discussed, but this way, the world will have tenuous peace still, and Ghasvhistikistan will have its weapons."

The envoy's voice was careful and measured after another sip. "The only other option, at least from some other nations' perspectives, is war."

"So, Prime Minister," The envoy turned to address the Ghasvhistikistani delegation. "Why do you need these weapons, and is it worth a war? Would it be acceptable for the Ghasvhistikistani government to purchase these weapons instead, and work with the other nations here to come to an agreement?"

by **United Imperial Admiralty of Cossackia** » Tue May 31, 2016 7:08 pm

Army Intelligence Headquarters, Brawold City, United Imperial Admiralty of Cossackia

"It's a fuckup, what do we do now?"

Rena paced back and forth across the conference room. "Nothing officially," she responded.

General Sebastian Casper leaned forward. "I'd be inclined to agree, but an international incident of this magnitude does warrant a response, no?"

The young Director continued pacing. The general was right of course, a response has to be made sooner or later. The potential for a spillover was high considering the amount of nations involved. Not to mention the potential of a nuclear exchange.

Still.

"We're not going respond to the incident just yet," she said quietly. Rena stopped her pacing and turned towards the table. "But I do have an idea." She looked at the secretary at the back of the room. "Contact the Constabulary's 5th Special Operations Brigade. Tell them I want to meet their commander at my office in 3 hours, and no later."

by **San Claver** » Tue May 31, 2016 7:28 pm

San Claver, San Claver
Chancellor's Palace

Chancellor Jimenez stood atop the balcony, looking over the tropical island and the capital city. The warm breeze blew in over the ocean, flapping the blue starred flags atop the outer palace walls. He sighed as his foreign advisor approached from behind, the somber mood of the situation bearing down upon the two.

"Chancellor, we need a decision. The Ghasvistikstan crisis is only getting worse, with war being threatened by both sides. If we expect to survive, and maintain our value as a tourist locale, then I suggest we release a statement advocating peace between all powers." The advisor said, straightening a set of folders in his hands.

"And what if I'm not ready to make that decision? Ghasvistikstan has never been a friendly neighbor, perhaps a new regime would be more suitable." Jimenez said, head falling as he shook it. "On the other hand, if we do go to war, our tourism industry dies. We're only 20 miles from their eastern seaboard-- either they use their significantly larger military to occupy our islands, using them as a defensive barrier against naval attacks, or the invaders occupy us and use us as a staging point for an amphibious invasion."

The Chancellor turned toward the advisor and walked with him into the palace, turning several corners and descending a staircase before reaching a crowded public relations room. Jimenez, straightening his tie and taking a deep breath, began to speak.

"The past several days have been very trying for our small corner of this beloved planet. Our neighbor, Ghasvistikstan has broken a treaty, for which they should be held responsible. However, in holding them responsible, we cannot allow war to erupt. I cannot help but remember the horrifying civil war which gripped our own island chain only twenty-five years ago. In that war, while prideful, arrogant fools slaughtered each other with surplus firearms and leftover chemicals from the world wars. I remember holding my father in my arms as he bled out, a pharmacist looking only to protect his store from revolutionary soldiers, and watching my sister die after a mustard gas shell struck her elementary school. Undoubtedly, the first, last, and greatest casualty of war are innocent civilians. For this reason, we, the people of San Claver, ask that the nations of the world make the greatest strides possible to reach an acceptable compromise. If necessary, the Colony of San Claver will host a live, civil meeting between any interested parties. Having material interest ourselves, we ask that the nations of the world consider our small nation, along with the innocent men, women, and children whom would be slaughtered in a war, before they rush to rash, arrogant, and prideful behavior."

Nodding, Jimenez quickly stepped from the podium as a sudden roar erupted from the reporters in the room, asking for comments and explanations. At this point, the Chancellor wasn't ready to give them answers. He wanted to wait until he heard from those other nations involved, particularly the Minor Principalities and Ghasvistikstan. He hoped they would agree to meeting here, in San Claver.

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Wed Jun 01, 2016 5:10 pm

by **Zandill** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 5:42 am

Zilon Beach Debate Hall

The PM of Zandill stands up, looks in disdain at the Kompot spilt on the floor by the Ghasvistikistan PM, but pays no mind, the floors are made of glass layered on a mosaic of marble tiles. He then looks at the the PM himself, after finishing his multi-grain, nut filled, dried fruit bagel. He then says,

"I personally and very confused about this Treaty, why would you break the treaty when you can easily buy these weapons abroad, isn't protection and defence worth the extra cost of buying weapons, while still acting in accordance to a treaty that you signed?

The only reason I can see you would want to manufacture your own weapons is, if you wanted... biological weaponry. So, my question to you is. Are you manufacturing biological weapons of mass destruction? Because if you are, then I think that needs to stop."

The PM sits down and the other Minister comes around and hands everyone in the Zandian delegation a tall glass of half ice, half water. The water vapor in the room slowly condenses on the glasses, drips off the glass, down the glass covered aluminium stand in front of the delegation, and on to the buff guy's leg, he wakes up with a yelp, then backs his chair up, and falls back asleep.

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:37 am

The all the food is taken away from the Ghasvistikistan table except they get refills in kompot. The Prime Minister stands up and says "Yes, We are in the proccess of manufacturing multiple biological weapons which are all classified but studies in Anthrax, Ebola, and Smallpox are being see".

by **Zandill** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:40 am

The PM looks stunned, the thought of making weapons so horrible, just, just, he doesn't know. He thinks it's sick and now realizes, Ghasvistikistan is lying, he isn't making them just for defence. There must be another reason, or, Ghasvistikistan is just pretty dumb, whatever. He slowly drinks his ice cold water, it trickled down his esophagus and his stomach felt like a pit. He began to speak, stuttering.

"Anthrax? Smallpox? EBOLA!?!"

He stands there, almost crushing the glass in his hand, after several deep breaths he regains his composure.

"This, what you have done, is unacceptable. Weapons like this could destroy entire countries, for far too long to be seen as humain in anyway. I, I have to say, I don't think you nation should be allowed to proceed. You need to stop, these weapons are unnecessary and cruel. I cannot side with you any longer."

He sits down, sweat running down his face.

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 10:53 am

The Ghasvistikistan Prime Minister looks at the the Zandian PM straight in the eyes while sitting slumped and relaxed in his chair he takes a sip of kompot and speaks "I'm sorry you feel that way" he continues "As an ex-KGB agent I have connections I simply did what was best for my nation, we have no intention on using these unless absolutely necessary like a nuclear, chemical or bio invasion." the PM smiled still staring the Zandian PM in the eyes. "So PM I don't believe you've ever had kompot am I right you should try some" said the PM holding it out in a cup.

by **The Green Union** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 11:15 am

Ghasvistikistan wrote:The all the food is taken away from the Ghasvistikistan table except they get refills in kompot. The Prime Minister stands up and says "Yes, We are in the proccess of manufacturing multiple biological weapons which are all classified but studies in Anthrax, Ebola, and Smallpox are being see".

Josef Stöckler, Zilon Beach Debate Hall:

The delegate sat back hard in his seat, his calm demeanour shattered by this revelation. But as the Zandian delegate and then the Ghasvitikistani spoke he collected what was left of his wits from the floor and duct taped his completion back together in the hopes that it would hold together for the rest of the debate.

"Well, this is certainly quite displeasant. But I am sure we simply are not understanding eacothers' reasonings." He turned to the Ghasvitikistani PM, "Sir, I'm sure your acquiring of these weapons has a totally sensible reason. My own nation has some biological weapons in our stock and so we understand completely the need for the devices. Could you please help the Zandian delegation to understand what threats exist that require Ghasvitikistan to maintain a biological weapons arsenal?"

by **The Green Union** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 11:42 am

Princess Yuula the Savior, Himmelsdorf International Airport, The Green Union:

Meanwhile, half an ocean away, a Loyalist UC-144 Challenger was already taking off for a diplomatic mission to San Claver. The small jet held a delegation of six, including one diplomat, three aides, and two secretaries. If all went well, they would soon be in San Claver city with a defence deal between GMAN and the San Claver islands to ensure the protection of the scenic nation amid the rising tensions in the region. And the diplomat was not just anyone, but Princess Yuula herself, sister to the current monarch of The Green Union. If there was anyone to ensure peace and cooperation between two nations it was her.

But that was not all. The plane also held three secret passengers; three well trained, very well armed figures who would not be going to San Claver. Their mission was diplomacy of a different kind.

by **United Daene Peoples** » Thu Jun 02, 2016 8:43 pm

Continuing threats and reports of the potential threat of war and lack of global unity against the nation in question has led to a the Private Council of Humanitarian Rights and Protest to commit more questionable actions. The government has begun to work quietly with the Minor Principalities in a destabilization effort.

The process hopes to support vocal minorities, civil activists, and those who wish to restructure the Ghasvistikistan Government. The shipment of surplus arms, uniforms, communication equipment, unrestricted internet access, malware programs, and small drones.

The hope is to cause enough destabilization in the country's economy, technological security, government movement, and with the large military presence from other nations to seize any incoming trade. While permitting civilian movement out of the region.

by **San Claver** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 1:38 am

by **Adevia-Ardvilla** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 2:32 am

OOC: I think that this RP is getting boring, with the OP inactive and my conquest war stopping thanks to the civil war RP that I'm doing. I think that we should start up a new one, which would be a cold war RP. I would be the OP and RP master for it. What do you think?

by **Adevia-Ardvilla** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 3:34 am

OOC: New thread's up. Link is http://forum.nationstates.net/viewtopic.php?f=5&t=380045

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 7:32 am

by **Adevia-Ardvilla** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 7:48 am

Ghasvistikistan wrote:
The PM speaks "Well think of the United States in WWII when they dropped A-bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, we would probably only use when conventional warfare is no longer productive.

Sounds good but who are you against in it and by "this rp" do you mean mine or your one.

OOC: That RP is a sequel to this one and I do mean your one, not my one.

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 8:20 am

by **Adevia-Ardvilla** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 8:21 am

Ghasvistikistan wrote:
Well I really don't want to continue this one, after the RP gets to a point I can close it i'm going to close it for good.

OOC: Well, you can join the cold war RP that I'm doing and why don't you want to continue this one?

by **The Green Union** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 11:37 am

Cpl. Jacques Balladur, High above Fort Armada:

The three soldiers stood silently in the back of the executive jet, the light buffeting of the plane the only sign that they were even airborne. It was sure to all of them that they had never flown in an aircraft so sleek and comfortable before, but those thoughts were sidelined in the rush of thoughts running through their heads. They knew their mission, and they knew it could get very dangerous very fast, but if they succeeded thousands of innocent lives could be spared. That was worth risking three soldiers.

Up at the front of the plane the voice of a Ghasvi coast guard officer crackled through the flight radio, alerting the pilots and passengers to the fact that they were off course and about to enter Ghasvi airspace. With a nod from the figure next to him Cpl. Balladur strode silently up past the delegation in the middle of the plane, whom did not even blink an eye as he passed, standing just out of sight behind the pilots so as to hear their conversation without being spotted should the console camera be activated.

"Understood. We are taking a detour to bypass a Tropical storm forty km south."

"Negative, Uniform Quebec Zero Three Two. The storm is sufficiently out of your flight path. Please redirect your course to remain outside of Ghasvi airspace.

"Affirmitive. Redirecting course now. Stand by . . ."

That was the Corporal's cue. The pilot's ruse had managed to get them close, but now it was his turn. Turning, he made his way briskly back to the two other soldiers, both of whom had not moved since he left.

"Nous sommes proches," he spoke, "nous devons aller maintenant."

The two others nodded, and without another word closed the door to the most rear compartment of the plane, a door that sealed a little too tightly. Pulling back a curtain revealed a place where an abnormality existed. Here there was a small hatch, not found on a normal plane of the Union's Challenger fleet. Opening it with a crank the great void of the world outside was revealed, complete with the rush the began to pull the three towards the hole. The soldier nearest to the gap checked their equipment one more time, raised four fingers to signal four seconds, and jumped. Following suit was the second soldier whom had ordered Cpl. Balladur to the front of the plane, and for the next four seconds the Corporal was alone in the airlocked room as he waited for his turn to leap. He looked once more around him, and as he did so saw that through the window to the inner cabin the delegation of six had still not moved . . . save for the diplomat. Princess Yuula was standing, watching him as he prepared to go. Seeing him notice her she raised he hand in the royal salute. Jacques returned it, then leapt out the breach.

The three soldiers only opened their parachutes when the water was dangerously close so as to avoid detection, and so the landing was rough. They did not land together, but immediately dove deep wherever they hit the waves, activating their oxygen supplies and underwater propulsion systems as they did so. From there they cut their parachutes from their backs (they would be dissolved within the week, leaving not a trace) and made their way to the rendezvous, the hulking cliffs and barren shores of the island that housed the abandoned Adevian base of Fort Armada.

Meanwhile, UQ-032 continued on its flight path to San Claver, not giving a hint in the world of what it had just done.

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Fri Jun 03, 2016 2:39 pm

Adevia-Ardvilla wrote:
Ghasvistikistan wrote:
Well I really don't want to continue this one, after the RP gets to a point I can close it i'm going to close it for good.

OOC: Well, you can join the cold war RP that I'm doing and why don't you want to continue this one?

OOC: I'm thinking of ending it because I want to start a zombie apocalypse RP and style the scenario like the walking dead and have governments try to cover it up, but I won't end this on any cliffhanger when everything in this rp is resolved i'll end it. I hate rps that end on cliffhangers

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Sat Jun 04, 2016 1:27 pm

by **Zandill** » Sat Jun 04, 2016 4:45 pm

Zilon Beach Debate Hall

The Zandian PM finishes his iced water, he then politely turns down the kompot and speaks.

"There is no doubt in my mind that you believe that your country is making a good decision by creating these weapons. However, as a member of the international community, you must take into account, global security, and how safe other nations fell around you. Please, don't let these weapons be the cause of a war. There are countries out there who are willing to take those weapons from you by force. At least, I would think there are countries out there, who would do that."

He sits down, looking very disturbed by how calm the PM from Ghasvistikistan is. HE shrugs it off and sees that this conference is coming to an end, whatever ensues, will seal Ghasvistikistan's fate. Be it peace, or war, WMD proliferation, or the right to ownership. He then thinks to himself, if this does start war, will Zandill aid its allies? Will it have to?

by **Sevevill** » Sat Jun 04, 2016 7:13 pm

OOC: Tag I may or may not join

by **Sevevill** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 9:30 am

The Empire of Sevevill Declares support for Ghasvisikistan. Our Navy will help you in your endevor to the very end of the conflict. The Navy 3ed Division

will be dispached imidatly unless the GRA or Green Union says diffrently due to other conflicts progressing with the GRA and Green Union.

Admiral Dan Parkinson looked down at all of his soldiers loading into the troop transports. The 507th 3ed Navy was going to battle. The other branches of the milatary was already in conflicts so they were going to support. He looked down at his chart. He was orderd to bring with him. The sail over would be long so he had to make sure he had every thing. The soldiers were almost all loaded and he was going to see them there and home. He turnd and walked to the bridge
"Prepare to move, Make Sure that our ship is the last one out" He said walking though the doors. He touched his hand on the name of the boat above the door.

One of Seve Citys Naval Bases

by **Ghasvistikistan** » Sun Jun 05, 2016 11:47 am

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