Coming of the New World (Closed; ATTN Esquarium)

[Union of Akoren]

Coming of the New World

“The time will come when the world’s injustices and evils become so obvious and repressive, that those who seek justice and peace will have no choice but erupted in unified fury and rage, bringing forth a new world” – Nurcan Taylan, Eternal Father of the Union, 1928.

To many in the Ankoreni regime the world seems to be on the verge of reckoning, a great transformation, a new age for all mankind. To them, the time has come for a new world, one of equality between nations and peoples, one that would see all nations have an equal stake and voice in the world’s direction and not a gaggle of viciously selfish and decadent powers.

That new world would take the shape of four nations, untied in a common goal of self-preservation through cooperation and mutual respect. The “Indomitable Four”, the idea however wasn’t solely the work of Estanban, it was the shared effort of Ankoren and Teutonia, which had become closer with each passing month. The other two members were obvious choices; Koyro and Xiaodong.

One, a possible superpower if it “sorted itself out” and the other, a victim, a prisoner, a plaything of the Ainin of the Orient. Ankoren had a great affinity for Xiaodong, a nation that shared so much in the world, it was well known within the regime that the Xiaodongese aspired to be like Ankoren; free, developing and strong and Ankoren was more than eager to help them achieve that.

In truth, many in the regime viewed Xiaodong as Ankoren of the 1920s, surrounded and abused, desperate yet deserving of independence. Though, they recognised the Xiaodongese predicament when it came to Tuthina.
The biggest concern for the regime was Koyro, the ultimate and last obstacle between the Union and its greatest success in Irvadistan – unification. Despite the rumours by the intelligentsias of the liberal nations that Ankoren and Koyro were constantly on the verge of conflict, it was not the case. Ankoren had no wish to war upon Koyro, had no wish to send its sons to die fighting a nation that had more to give as an ally than a foe. But deep down in the belly of the regime, war was an option. It is hoped, that this summit and this grouping would allow for a peaceful solution to the Irvadi Question, one that would secure Koy interests and Ankoren’s hunger for revolutionary progress, but also strengthen the bonds between Estanban and Ansyu.

And so, today it would be, the founding of the “I4”, the group would meet regularly to discuss global issues, including security, the global economy, ways of expanding cooperation in all fields and naturally how to change the world order to be beneficial to all nations, regardless of ideology or political system.

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Altın Sarayı, Estanban
14th April 2017

The venue for this auspicious summit was always going to be the Altın Sarayı, the great palace of the former Sultans. It was used as the residence for the State President of the Union, until Evren Volkan had the Taylan Sarayı constructed on the outskirts of Estanban, a true modern marvel that makes him the envy of the world, or at least that was justification for its $1.8 billion price tag.

Since the move to the Taylan Sarayı, the Altın Sarayı had since become the set piece location for summits and special events, such as birthdays for members of the State Council and weddings for senior military officers. But today, the Altın Sarayı would be the day the new world begins to emerge.

Located on the Golden Point, it was magnificent views of the Siyahsu straits, looking out towards the northern half of the city. Its gilded and golden interiors, its vast gardens and its priceless artworks made it a cultural wonder and a fitting monument to imperial grandeur.

The three representatives of the guest nations were granted rooms used by past Sultans, with 24 hour room service, of anything they would wish. They were also permitted free access of the grounds and the global situations room, should an issue arise back home. This was the ultimate gift to the visitors, the palace was theirs as much as it was Volkan’s. For the past two days, every hallway was lined with the four national flags, across the entire Union, main streets were donned with the flags of Ankoren, Koyro, Teutonia and Xiaodong, the entire nation was essentially involved in the summit.

Schools, universities and social clubs were tasked by the state to celebrate the three cultures, Teutonian films, Xiaodongese cuisine and Koy music were on show across the Union. The regime was intent on making sure that the entire nation was firmly positive towards the three guest nations, who with Ankoren, would together usher in the new world.

Evren Volkan has arrived in the Altın Sarayı two days ago, he wanted to be prepared. The entire State Council had followed him, including his wife. They each wished to become versed in the pointers and issues.

For much of the two days Volkan, Prime Minister Akbari, Foreign Minister Hüseyin Dündar, Marşel Burak Güven, State Councillors Erdin Saçan and Aslan Güner and several key figures from the Foreign Ministry had been hidden away in the “Gün Batımı Room” or Sunset Room, devising an answer to the Irvadistan Question. They were positive it would be beneficial enough to the Koy and the Teutonians to end the speculation and worry and hurry the demise of Amin Kamel.

Standing under the columned entrance, Volkan took a deep breath, next to him was Akbari, his black robes and white turban offering some distinction should the guests forget who is who. Akbari’s eyes were surveying the drive way, catching sight of several swallows he smiled.

“Why are you nervous?” Akbari enquired, his gaze unmoved from the small flock of birds.

“Because this will define our time in government Qassem” Volkan replied, turning his head slightly towards his ally and prime minister.

“I have faith God will deliver us success, afterall, us four are the future” Akbari smiled wide, his disarming face and near constant happy disposition always worked to calm the stern and often firey Volkan.

“You always do my friend” Volkan half smiled.

“Just remember, we’re not supposed to be here. You and I were never supposed to reach our positions. We weren’t the party’s first choice and now look at us. We’re the most powerful duo in our nation’s history and you’re worried about this” Akbari spoke softly, his hand gesturing towards the drive way.

“We shall see” Volkan muttered. Now they just had to wait for the guests to arrive.

[Xiaodong]

Yuan Xiannian straightened his tie as he sat in the plane as it touched down in Ankoren. Beside him to his right sat a man with protruding teeth and a lanky frame - Xu Bangguo, the Minister of International Relations and one of Yuan closest confidants. Opposite him was Yuan's translator and daughter Yuan Qinqin, a young women with a short bob haircut and wired rimmed glasses. Several thickset bodyguards stood passive along the right side of the cabin. Yuan leaned over to Xu;

"Any updates from Rongzhuo?"

Xu sniffed. "Xi is still drafting economic policy changes for the new year. I don't know why he bothers, the policy already drafted is sufficient."

Yuan nodded. Of course, Xi wasn't focusing on economic policy. He was attempting to consolidate his power base in Rongzhuo. Let him, Yuan thought. If he continued such behaviour he could simply have Xi liquidated.

"We have arrived at the Hassan Gülbaran International Airport." The pilot said through an intercom. Yuan pushed back his tousled hair and adjusted a flag pin of Xiaodong on his lapel. He had visited Ankoren before - most recently in 2016 when he was still First Minister and first met Evren Volkan. He could respect the man for taking his country within two years to be one of the most important in the developing world, and completely dominating the continent of Nautasia.

As the airplane door opened Yuan was hit with a wave of hot air. He grimaced. He had forgotten about the wretched weather of Nautasia. Nevertheless Yuan quickly composed himself and made a broad smile whilst holding up his hand up in greeting. The airport was a desert strip, but an ornate carpet had been laid out down the steps from the aircraft into a group of men in military fatigues and carrying assault rifles, with a few bureaucrats in drab suits standing beside them. Yuan descended down the steps, with Xu and Qinqin following his lead.

"That there is Li Zhaoying, ambassador to Ankoren" Xu whispered, gesturing to a balding man who stood out amongst the officials as being the only ethnic Xiaodongese. "Beside him is Omar Öztürk, a representative of the Ankoreni foreign ministry." Yuan nodded as he saw a swarthy man in his late 40's standing behind the Xiaodongese ambassador.

"Welcome to Ankoren, Chairman Yuan." Öztürk said in stilted Xiaodongese as Yuan griped his hand.

"It is a pleasure." Yuan said, as more pleasantries were exchanged. The delegation was led to a black motorcade with two flags above its headlights - the Ankoreni flag, with its crimson background and crescent and the Xiaodongese flag with bright red and blue stripes underneath an intricate azure dragon. Yuan stepped inside alongside Xu and Qinqin being greeted by cream coloured seats. Yuan motioned for Qinqin to pass him a cigarette which he subsequently lit. As the motorcade drove off, he turned to Xu again.

"I assume Führer Ulrich and Supreme Leader Ohanka will be the Teutonian and Koy representatives? Yuan asked. He had met Ulrich, a pleasant man with a refined taste of art, in February. Yuan had yet to meet Ohanka in his 12 years in power. Xu sniffed.

"I am certain Führer Ulrich is attending, but unsure on who the Koy representative will be" Xu said as he blew smoke from his own cigarette. Yuan shrugged. Even if Ohanka did not turn up, the meeting would still be one of which four nations that had not yet succumbed to globalism and thus would be historic, in a sense. The continued pressure from Tuthina to maintain Xiaodong in the Tengkong system, to make Xiaodong join the planned successor of the OEN was beginning to wear thin on Yuan and the International Relations Ministry. It would be refreshing to finally talk to like-minded leaders who shared such concerns of a dominating, imperialist globalist powers like Tuthina and Ainin bullying smaller states around.

Yuan frowned as he peered out the window. The streets were lined with brown towerblocks with rows of palms in front of them. Portraits of Volken stared down from many buildings, whilst street lamps hung flags of Teutonia, Ankoren, Koyro and Xiaodong. Yuan observed citizens on the street who were waving the flags of the four nations. Banners adorned in Ankoreni, Pasdari, Teuton, Koy and Xiaodongese were held by these citizens - Yuan read one written in crude Xiaodongese stating "Ankoren welcomes Yuan Xiannian, friend of the Ankoreni people!". He smiled as the motorcade turned to face the Altın Sarayı - a grand building dominating the street it occupied.

Yuan put on a broad smile as the door of the motorcade opened, raising his hand in greeting.

[Greater Ziegenian Reich]

The Falker Fa-260 carrying the supreme warlord of Teutonia descended onto the runway tarmac of Hassan Gülbaran International Airport. Slowing down to a taxi speed, the aircraft began its maneuvering of the taxiway towards the apron where they would receive transportation to their final destination. Along with him, Friedrich Ulrich, the undisputed ruler of Teutonia for 36 years, was his foreign minister, Iro Schuhardt, Party Representative Felix Radeck, a General representing each component of the Wehrmacht and the Waffen-SS, a 4-man translation team, secretaries for each of them, and a company of men from the 1. SS Garde-Division "SS Leibstandarte".

The captain came over the intercom announcing the arrival at the airport as the group went over final notes and talking points as the plane pulled up to its spot on the apron. Boarding stairs were pulled up and the main cabin door opened. The men and their secretaries got up from their seats and made their way towards the door and departed the aircraft. As Ulrich, Iro, and their secretaries came up to the door and walked out, his was hit with one of the biggest reasons why he hated Nautasia.

The god-awful and dreadful heat.

Doing their best to ignore the temperature, they made their way down the stairs upon a red carpet flanked on each sides by Ankoreni troops. At the end was a motorcade where a middle-aged Ankoreni man stood, holding the door open to a limousine. As the group came closer to the limousine, the Ankoreni man took a slight bow and introduced himself.

"Good day, Führer Ulrich, and welcome to Ankoren. I am Haldun Çoban, representative of the Foreign Ministry. I hope that you enjoy your stay in the Union." Haldun then stepped out of the way to allow for the men an their secretaries to enter the limo. The motorcade took off from the airport and then into the streets of Estanban.

"Do you think we will make any progress with this? The Koys and Ankorenis don't exactly see eye-to-eye, nevermind the fiasco that will be created when the Tuthinians find out about our plans to snub them with getting Xiaodong closer to the Pact." Piped up iron, wanting to know the reason behind this change of pace. Bombastic rhetoric aside, the Reich usually contained itself to Nordania, venturing little outside of its borders excet to help with their Koy allies in Irvadistan.

"It is a statement and a show of force, my good friend. We are making a statement that the old order of the world is coming to an end, and a show of force that the Reich will be there for its comrades-in-arms. Ulrich responded back. "And if we succeed in getting Xiaodong and hopefully Ankoren into the Pact, there is little the Tuthinians will be able to do except protest angrily."

Satisfied for the time, Iron returned to his notes and looking out the window. The Ankorenis put on a good display in welcoming them. The streets were filled with cheering citizens waving flags of Koyro, Xiaodong, Ankoren, and the Reich. They even had signs with images of the Führer's face on them! The Reich's flag was also proudly displayed in the streets, its red banner and white disk centered with the infamous broken sun cross that invoked fear and joy into the hearts of millions.

The motorcade arrived at the Altın Sarayı, where the State President and Prime Minister of Ankoren, Evren Volkan and Qassem Akbari, awaited them. Coming to a halt in front of the imposing structure, the limousine door was opened by the chauffeur and Ulrich stepped out.

[Democratic Koyro]

“Five minutes until touchdown” The voice of the pilot of Red Star One rang over the loudspeaker. The aircraft, unmistakable for any other T-96 aircraft in the world, was the personal air transport of Ohanka Jon Bak-su. A seldom used aircraft, the Great Leader's fear of flying was common knowledge across the world.

Accompanying the Paramount Leader was General Chiang Song Dae-su, the ever loyal commander of the increasingly influential Revolutionary Guard and General Kim Roh Chul, Party Secretary for Socialist Brotherhood and Global Liberation, as well as a number of apparatchiks.

As the plane wheels set down on the runway the group hurriedly rushed whatever papers they were busying themselves with into folders and rose to leave the aircraft.

As the group departed the aircraft onto the red carpet that awaited them they were greeted by an impressive double lineup of Ankoreni soldiers, as well as several functionaries from the Ankoreni foreign ministry. After a flurry of handshakes, salutes and greetings the Great Leader and his entourage were directed towards a parade of limousines awaiting their arrival.

Ohanka and Chiang boarded the center car, as the engine roared into life both men lit cigarettes and rolled down the windows in an attempt to give some respite from the relentless Nautasian heat.

“So, enjoy the flight?” Chaing said, glancing at Ohanka.

“No, as always I hated it. This method of travel is not my favourite as you know” Replied Ohanka, a slight frown drawing across his face.

Chiang smirked to himself as he adjusted the eyepatch that covered his left eye.

“These Nautasians have certainly made an effort” he said as the limo wound itself through the streets of Estaban. They had for the occasion been draped in a manner of decoration that would not be out of place back in Ansyu. Roads were lined with the flags of the four nations attending the summit, signposts decked with a littering of propaganda statements and the sidewalks filled with cheering citizens.

“Doesn't compare to the celebrations for the 3rd Party Conference last year” replied Ohanka as he glanced at an enermous portrait of himself hung from an apartment complex “Any news from Ansyu?”

“Nothing urgently important” Chiang replied as he browsed an Aininian-made laptop. “Just a few minor Party policy committees this week, I'm sure your son will prove himself capable”.

“Hmm” murmured Ohanka with a small implication of uncertainty. “It will be interesting to see what proposals our Ankoreni comrades have for Irvadistan. The spirits know that's been more trouble than it's worth”.

“You know my suspicison of our Nautasian friends.” Replied Chiang, with an ounce of sarcasm placed on friends. “If their actions for the past six years of the conflict are anything to go by it's doubtful if they have our best interests at heart. Personally, Though I would be more interested to see what will come from Xiaodong from this summit. The Tuthinians won't be happy if any proposals conflict with their interests.”

“Sakan's arrogance will be their undoing” said Ohanka. “Akbari and Volkan are far more trustworthy than the Imperial Court. If there is one thing i've learned over the past 23 years it's that there is no charity from the Tuthinians”

Ohanka of course referred to Tuthina's relationship with Koyro. After convincing the military elite not to intervene when Ohanka had launched his Revolution against the Communist Government, the following years had created a relationship that was, in many respects, very one sided. A one sided relationship certainly not in Koyro's favour.

The motorcade pulled up outside the Altın Sarayı. A monumental building that overlooked Estaban and Siyahsu straits. It was an impressive view seldom rivalled in Koyro.

As Ohanka exited the vehicle, he saw a sign that read “Long Live General Ohanka Jon Bak-su, eternal friend of the people of Nautasia!”

After briefly smiling and waving to the applauding crowds, he, Chiang and Kim made their way to President Volkan and Prime Minister Akbari.

[Union of Akoren]

As Yuan’s motorcade pulled into the driveway, Akbari cleared his throat and Volkan took a sigh of relief, he was pleaded the Xiaodongese arrived first, rather than the Koy, he knew Yuan well and spoke to him weekly both for personal and professional interests.

Their first meeting was in 2006 when he met Yuan when he was First Minister, during his trip to visit State President Roshani, though it was glancing meet. Then in 2016 following Volkan’s elevation to the most powerful position in the Union and Yuan’s elevation to State Chairman they met again and built a close relationship. It was aided greatly by Akbari’s comfortable relationship with First Minister Xi Yao-Tong, the political and cultural affinity for Xiaodong was exceptionally strong in Ankoren and the regime – after all, Xiaodong was the Ankoren of the Orient, strong and desperate for freedom.

As his vehicle pulled up and the driver opened the door, Yuan came out to a grinning Volkan and Akbari. Volkan extended his hand first, taking Yuan’s and placing his other over Yuan’s hand.

“It is so very good to see you again Wǒ de péngyǒu” he tried his best to utter Xiaodongese.

(took too long to reply, will have to greet each leader one by one, apologies)

[Xiaodong]

As Volken shook hands Yuan placed his other hand on Volken's shoulder, before leaning in and saying in broken Ankoreni "It is good to see you my friend." He then released Volkens hand and moved over to shake Akbari's as Xu moved to greet Volken.

"How are you my friend?" Volken said to Yuan, with a translator repeating his words in Xiaodongese.

"Fine, fine." Yuan replied. "I must thank you for hosting this historic event, and I must congratulate you on your recent successes in Irvadistan.."

"Please, the pleasures all mine." Volken said.

"I take it the Teutonian and Koy delegations have not arrived yet?" Yuan asked.

"Not yet." Volken said in reply. Yuan nodded his head in acknowledgement. He was looking forwards to meeting the Koy delegation - despite some differences Koyro had with Ankoren, closer relations with Xiaodong would give both Borean nations a much stronger negotiating position against Tuthina in the region, which would only be beneficial for Xiaodong.

"I'll look forward to greeting them then." Yuan said as he stood beside Volken, squinting his eyes from the sun whilst doing so.

[Union of Akoren]

With Yuan standing next to him, Volkan felt more at ease. Akbari continued zipping his eyes along the front watching the birds dance in unison through the garden’s ornately placed trees; Volkan always felt that Akbari was either in use of some mystic ritual to always be calm, whatever the situation, whilst others in the party always felt Akbari was either a man of pure positivity or in regular use of a narcotic. Though deep down Volkan knew that Akbari was just a calm, softly speaking man, a reliable and trustworthy friend.

Suddenly Akbari snapped out of his trance, leaning forward across Volkan he beamed at Yuan.

“I apologise on behalf of the hemisphere for the heat Mr. State Chairman, it is exceptionally hot today, more than usual” he chuckled.

“That’s alright Prime Minister, it’s forgiven” Yuan smiled.

As Akbari swung back round to his spot, the motorcade carrying the Führer pulled in. Akbari had met Ulrich at the Xiangmen Summit in Namor last year and found him to be more charming and approachable than many said in the Foreign Ministry. Volkan for his part had only had lengthy telephone discussions, though felt he knew him.

As Ulrich left the car, the Ankoreni guards behind the trio snapped their feet and raised their hands in the Teutonian salute.

“Welcome to the Union mein Führer, we apologise for the heat” Volkan smiled, reaching out his hand.

[Greater Ziegenian Reich]

'The Ankorenis do sure put on their best displaya of accomodation.' Ulrich thought as he stepped out of the vehicle and saw the line of Ankoreni troops give the Teutonic salute. That infamous raised arm salute which, much like the Teutonic flag, symbolized so much more.

Ulrich retured the salute as a gesture of good will. He then began to make his way towards Volkan, Akbari, and Yuan. Iro and the secretaries followed behind him.

"Thank you, herr Praesident, it is an honor to be here. Ulrich said as he reached out with his own hand to shake Volkan's. "And the heat is not a problem."

Well that is good for us then! Volkan responded, a slight chuckled emanating from him.

Ulrich then turned to Akbari and extended the same greetings to him. "Herr Prime Minister, a good honor to see you again as well.

"It is good to see you again, Fuehrer. Akbari responded with his characteristically calm and warm smile.

Finally, he turned to greet Yuan Xiannian, the State Chairman of Xiaodong, a nation he was hoping to convince to join the Iron Pact as a counter to globalist (specifically Tuthinian) meddling.

"State Chairman, a good honor to see you again as well.."

Yuan reciprocated the welcome. "It is good to see you again, Fuehrer."

Ulrich took his place besides Yuan and Iro gave all the same greetings. The secretaries took their place behind the two men respectively.

"[i]And now we are just awaiting for Comrade-General Ohanka?" Ulrich asked Iro, leaning in closer to him.

"[i]Yes, mein Fuehrer."

Ulrich gave a simple nod and continued to stand and wait, baking underneath the excruciatingly hot Ankoreni sun.

'I certainly hope he arrives soon.'

[Union of Akoren]

As soon as Ulrich took his place besides Yuan, Ohanka Jon Bak-su’s motorcade turned up and within a few seconds wait under the scorching yet cloudless sky, he emerged from his car, waving. As he approached Volkan, he outstretched his hand, with Akbari grinning to his left and Ohanka’s right.

This was the moment, Ohanka was the difficult one to gauge, how Koyro viewed Ankoren’s deal for Irvadistan would make or break the summit and almost definitely the future of the group of four.

“Welcome to the Union comrade Ohanka, it is a great pleasure for the nation to host such an esteemed leader such as yourself and our mutual friends here” Volkan said, offering a smile and his hand in friendship.

[Democratic Koyro]

Ohanka took Volkan's hand "State President" He said, smiling "It is good to see you again. I must say I am impressed by the warm welcome you provided for us"

"I am glad they are too your liking" replied Volkan with a slight relief.

"I would also like to take this time to thank you and your people for your support in Irvadistan. I hope we can avoid any confusion going forward on this matter"

"We see it as our duty to help all of Nautasia in the struggle against these Wahhabis" Volkan replied.

As Volkan greeted General Chiang and General Kim Ohanka turned to Akbari "Prime Minister, It is good to see you again too" Ohanka said

"The pleasure is all mine" said Akbari, taking Ohanka's hand and returning his smile.

"Well, I see our reputation for late arrivals proves itself once again" Ohanka said in jest as he spotted Yuan Xiannian and Friedrich Ulrich. Having not met the State Chairman previously, he introduced himself to him first.

"State Chairman, an honour to finally meet you"

"I am pleased to meet you too, General" replied Yuan.

Finally Ohanka turned to greet his Teutonian counterpart

"Herr Fuehrer" delightful to see you again."

"Likewise Comrade General. You must visit Teutonia again sometime"

"I'll make sure to have that arranged" Ohanka smiled It would certainly make a favourable change to the climate of the recent summits we've attended.

With his hellos done Ohanka took his place next to the Ulrich and waited tentatively for the summit to officially begin.

[Union of Akoren]

As Ohanka took his spot, Volkan stepped forward and turned to his guests.

"Gentlemen, now that we are here and ready, we can begin. Please follow me” Volkan smiled, lifting his arms up to gesture towards the grand doorway into the atrium of the palace. As they passed through the doorway, the guards on either side snapped to attention, their arms raised in salute, Akbari took the job of the courtesy nod of the head.

As they took to the hallway, on either side lining the walls were guards in the armour of the Erkemen Empire, holding ceremonial swords and spears, present not for Volkan’s benefit, but to remind the guests that they were in a nation with centuries of history, proud history, martial history.

Turning left they entered the Hall of Sultan Abdülkayum I, a vast chasm of a chamber. Although it was constructed in the late 17th century, a fire devastated the room in 1911 and was refurbished into a mixture of Erkemen architecture and classical, its floors were white marble, covered in a room sized Pasdani rug, gifted to the last Sultan, Abdülmeçid IV by Grand Ayatollah Masoud Mozatadeh. The walls were lined with priceless art works by Erkemen artists across the centuries, the ceiling was gilded with gold and blue in colour, with two large diamond crystal chandeliers. In each corner of the ornate room was the flag of the four countries.

But the prized aspect of the room was the colossal bay windows overlooking a terrace, and with views of the straits and the southern side of Estanban. The azure and turquoise waters staring back up into the room.
Upon the rug was a circular table, specifically placed for the summit. At the top, with the straits and Estanban behind them, would sit Volkan and Akbari. On the other side, would sit Ohanka, General Chiang and General Kim Ohanka. To Volkan’s left would sit Ulrich and his second, then opposite him and Akbari’s right would sit Yuan.

Before each slot sat a small pot containing the respective nation’s national flower and an agenda in their native language. To the sides would sit their respective aides and secretaries, as well as servants who would answer every wish requested, no matter the request itself.

As the leaders took their seats, Volkan remained standing, looking to each leader.

“Friends, colleagues, comrades. Today is an historic day, and an honour it is for me, Prime Minister Akbari, the entire Union to host you as our special guests. Today is the day that the world begins to a hear an alternative voice, an alternative voice to those who would hold us down, repress us and destroy us because we would dare run ourselves the way we wish.

“Naturally each one of us rules our nation differently, under a different creed or ideology but united we all are, in wanting to do just that. And not allow us to be dictated to by the hypocrites of Huimont, Bethlehem, Sakan or Namo. Together we can that reality ever more so, and insha’llah, a reality for all nations of the world.

“I thank you once again for coming. Shall we begin?” Volkan smiled and returned to his seat, now would be for the other three to offer their insights into what the summit could accomplish.

[Xiaodong]

Yuan blinked through his contact lenses as the conference began in earnest as Xu and Qinqin sat down behind him. Of most pressing concern for Yuan was the recent talk of the creation of a successor to the Organisation of Esquarian Nations which would undoubtedly be dominated by anti-Xiaodongese and globalist forces. As the Esquarian Community had already sought to isolate Xiaodong, it was vital to Xiaodongese interests to undermine such globalist institutions. Yuan cleared his throat before speaking -

"Xiaodong is grateful for being the guest of our host, State President Volken. This meeting as I have stated is historic, as it signals the end of the old order and the rise of a new one. The old order is suffering from decline, in economic, political and cultural terms.

Nevertheless, the forces of the old order, of globalism, still presents a risk to our nations. The Esquarian Community, despite being bureaucratic and largely useless, is nevertheless spreading its tentacles to an extent in which it will lead to the consolidation of a globalist bloc that will undermine our nations. It is in our nations interest to therefore undermine the EC and its members systematically and through both overt and covert means. The creation of a successor to the OEN, likely the brainchild of Aininian bureaucrats, also presents the possibility of the consolidation of globalist forces.

To combat this threat of globalism, there must be a consolidation of power away from these centres of globalism and towards our sovereign nations. I will admit for Xiaodong and our Koy brothers have difficulty with Tuthina attempting to undermine our nations. However, to combat globalism by liberal elites we must establish the creation of a separate economic bloc whilst continuing to undermine globalist institutions such as this reformed OEN by refusing to participate in them and establish parallel institutions. Following that we should work together to inspire agitation and take action against globalism by causing a crisis amongst the liberal, globalist and imperialist nations so the consolidation of power over those nations by ourselves can be achieved..

[Union of Akoren]

Both Akbari and Volkan listened intently to Yuan, nodding in agreement. As he finished his speech, the two looked to each other in some mystical psychic agreement. Nodding, Akbari conceded the right to speak to his superior.

Volkan turned his head to look at Yuan, “Your suggestion for an alternative to the Organisation of Esquarian Nations is commendable my friend, and something that would be rapidly embraced by the Union if it were a realistic option. Though, it would seem to be, just that, unlikely. To make it a success, we would require a dramatic number of nations to join and become active, something I do not think would happen.

“Instead in the same thought process as Yuan, I believe there is an option within the OEN and the soon to be League of Nations, in that we could, as four nations vote as a bloc. Which would be a great relief to the Union and Xiaodong in terms of the veto power of the globalist powers. I would like to propose therefore, to both our Teutonian and Koyro friends the idea that we vote in complete sync, yet should a resolution be against the interests of either the Union or Xiaodong, Teutonia or Koyro would do us the favour of vetoing such resolutions, we must stand together to bring down the rotten order of things we suffer today and so we need the protection of the veto” Volkan explained.

The issue of the veto was a major concern for both Ankoren and Xiaodong, considering most of the veto holding states symbolised the world order and were those who plotted their downfall.

[Greater Ziegenian Reich]

Ulrich listened in on the conversation between Evren and Yuan, concerning international organizations and the like. It was a subject Ulrich had some difficulty maneuvering through back in the political wild-west of Germania. How does one keep the Reich free from the influence of international elites but also increase its diplomatic presence and clout on the world stage? Surely some element of internationalism would fall into that. Seeing that the two men had finished for the time being, Ulrich thought it right to enter his piece.

"Firstly, I want to offer my thanks and congratulations to our host. State President, you have achieved so much in a short amount of time.

On the subject of international organizations, it is widely known that the Esquarian Community is nothing more than a tool of the bankers to exert their control over these so called "free" and "democratic" states. It and the states in it serve only to propagate the interests of these bankers.

However, we have been grated some luck to advance our agenda of countering the efforts of the globalists. I agree with the State President that we should be voting together in a bloc to counter the aggressive expansion of the globalist bankers, as well as utilizing the Riech's future permanent seat on the security council to further our goals. "