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Ylermi-Salmela-Building,
City of Vesimaa,
Capital District,
People's Union of Letwinist States.

"The last delegates have approved your proposal, comrade Secretary." Secretary-General Taavi Jokinens smiled at his colleague, who slowly breathed out as the tension of the last hours was lifted off him.

"Thank you, comrade Secretary-General", he nodded his head in response: "I do not think this would have gone my way if you had not supported the idea so fervently." After all these years in politics, lobbying the many different delegates of the All-Union People's Congress had never quite become the ageing man's forte. Nonetheless, Oliver Jogi was as involved as anyone in bettering the Union, having a very public position in his office as the secretary of the People's Commissariat for Foreign Relations and Trade.

Taavi Jokinens chuckled quietly: "Do not doubt yourself, Oliver. If the honourable delegates did hate your plan to have the Union play a more open role on the international stage as much as you sometimes made out, I doubt that you would still be their foreign affairs man."

“That sounds relatively reasonable, wish me luck.”

“Any time, comrade, it will be an honour to see your noble undertaking succeed. I hope you know that you have my full support.”

With one last affirming nod at the Secretary-General, Oliver Jogi stepped out into the press room, cameras immediately beginning to flash as he strode towards the centre.

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Union of Letwinist States to Host World Summit on Globalisation

.For the first time in history, the PULS will be hosting an international summit, inviting any and all nations to send their delegations to the city of Vesimaa.

Vesimaa - People's Union of Letwinist States - Reported by Haeffa Tikkaanen - In cooperation with the People's Commissariat-General, the People's Commissariat for Foreign Relations and Trade has announced the hosting of the first-ever global summit to be hosted on Oblii soil. The goal will be to enhance economic and political understanding to aid us in an ever-globalised world.

The Mairo-Piip-Building in Vesimaa.
Headquarters of the People's Commissariat for Foreign Relations and Trade.

"We are incredibly excited about this event" Oliver Jogi, Secretary of the Commissariat for Foreign Relations and Trade told the press earlier today. "We must remain in dialogue with as many of our fellow nations as possible, regardless of [their] political ideals if we wish to accompany the world's globalisation effectively." Administrative preparations were already underway, the Secretary told us, as the delegations of the world will be staying in the Hotels "L'Internationale" and "Res Publica" for the duration of the talks. These will be taking place in the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall at Vesimaa's Red Square and only halted briefly as the delegates visit the "People's Theatre" just across from the latter.

Thanks to interest from fellow M.U.T.O. nations, the Commissariat if positive that a dialogue with many different partners will be possible but also stress the importance of diversity: "Despite active M.U.T.O. members already signalling their interest, we do not wish to keep any other parties from visiting the summit. On the contrary, we hope for a lively discussion."

The more participants, however, the more potential for unrest also follows. This is at least what the People's Commissariat for Population Defence and War told the ONS after being asked for a comment. Especially "non-ideologically aligned" partners may spark protests in the city as a reaction to the Union entertaining them. Nonetheless, the Commissariat also concedes that such summits are bound to bring environmental and anarchist protests regardless of the nature of its participants. As a countermeasure, the People's Police and militia units in and around Vesimaa will be increased by an amount not yet disclosed for tactical reasons. In the event of an emergency, parts of the diplomatic and administrative districts of the city centre may be completely locked down. Although the Commissariat sees such a course of events as "extremely unlikely", assuring the capital's population and foreign visitors of their safety within the Letwinist States.

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Press Room,
Mairo-Piip-Building,
City of Vesimaa,
Capital District,
People's Union of Letwinist States.

"Citizens of the press, thank you for coming." Oliver Jogi nodded at the men and women gathered around his podium. In preparation for this last press conference, the room had been crammed with extra chairs as the Union's foreign office found itself in the unprecedented spotlight of the international community.
"We have worked hard in these last weeks to organise the Summit for International Understanding in Vesimaa. So it is my personal pride to announce that the meeting will be commencing as planned. In order to further international understanding and possible cooperation, delegations from seven countries have announced their participation.
Representatives of the PAS, the Free Lands of the Selkie, Haeraelia, Provinci, Oflandia, Puerto Colijito and Byshel will be coming to the ULS and meeting with our own delegation in the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall. On this note, I would like to thank all our friends in these countries for their interest, as we hope for fruitful discussions.
The delegations will be arriving shortly and we hope that the people of Vesimaa will welcome them warmly as they travel from the airport to the city centre.
Unfortunately, we have been warned by our comrades in the People's Commissariat for Population Security and War that this international meeting may also draw the attention of less tolerant individuals and groups. Let me state that we will not tolerate any attacks on foreigners on our ground. We are an open nation and cannot allow hate to prevail. I therefore ask all my fellow citizens to be vigilant and remember their duty to the community and our nation's forthcoming in whatever the summit will bring.
Thank you, are there any questions?"

It was a rhetorical question and everyone knew it. Immediately, multiple hands shot up.

"Yes?" Oliver pointed at a middle-aged woman sitting right in front of him.
"Thank you comrade Secretary, this is for the Obli News Service: will the People's Police be able to guarantee the safety of Union citizens?"
"The Secretary of the People's Commissariat for Population Security and War has informed me that she does not see any danger for the Union's inhabitants. Nonetheless, both Militia and People's Police Units are on stand-by to protect both our guests and citizens, should there be a danger for either."

"I am Petyr Haaflenga from the Network of Free Oblii Press. Will the summit be dealing with matters of military nature?"
"Thank you for this question. No, matters of military nature are not foreseen on our schedule. Even if the topic should come up, our delegation will stand strong in our foreign policy and the People's Congress' resolutions. I wish to also say that we will be notifying the press of all goings-on during and at least after the summit itself. There is no need to worry about intransparency or the like as long as the People's Administration is the host of such a meeting."

"Comrade Secretary, will the delegations..."

[Provinci]

Runway,
Airport at Vesimaa,
People’s Union of Letwinist States


Premier Jackson Le Pen emerged from his personal aircraft, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight before being handed a pair of sunglasses by his Minister of Foreign Affairs, Margaret Fugue. He inhaled a deep breath and caught the smell of industry. He always rather hated the smell of factories. Perhaps it was because of his upbringing in poverty during Provinci’s time as a monarchy.

“Premier, it’s time we head to Vitomir-Letwin-Hall. The Summit will surely be beginning soon,” stated Minister Fugue.

The Premier looked down at his watch. They were early.

“Minister, I understand your wish to be haste, but if you’ve checked the time, we’re at least an hour earlier than all the other delegations. We will make our way there, but I want to take the scenic route and see what Vesimaa has to offer.”

This was the Premier’s first trip since being elected 2 months ago. He was still dealing with the fallout of that victory, considering he defeated Serpexas Xixalvaine, the founder of the Socialist Republic from the ashes of the monarchy, and had been its only Head of State for 20 years. His originally planned first trip was canceled due to being shot by a Xixalvaine loyalist only 3 days into his term. He was going to enjoy this trip whether he wanted to or not.

“Premier, the limousine is here.”

He sat down in the passenger seat, much to his delegations dismay. He didn’t care for luxuries, and if he had had it his way, they would have flown coach here.

The convoy of security and the limousine pulled off the tarmac and slowly headed downtown.

[Letwinist States]

Security Headquarters for the Summit,
Ylermi-Salmela-Building,
City of Vesimaa.

Josefiina Kauppi, supreme commander of the Union's People's Police units looked up as the radio crackled beside her: "Attention Central Command from Unit 2756-1, over."
The man beside her quickly bent over to take it, glancing at her as he responded: "Central Command listening, over."
"Provinci delegation has landed, inbound for Vesimaa centre, please acknowledge, over."
"Understood 2756-1, out." He turned towards Josefiina, his uniform glimmering in the sun falling into the room through the building's large windows, clearly illuminating his insignia. The insignia of the People's Police city commander. "Our first guests have arrived, comrade."
"They are a little early, are our units ready?"
"Yes, comrade, do not worry." He stood up to face a large whiteboard sporting a map of Vesimaa. "People's Police units are standing by on these three bridges crossing the Lisyänna," he gestured towards the southern part of the map, "and the diplomatic expansion", he made a sweeping movement to encompass the Verena-Mader-Parc as well as the embassies on the river's eastern bank, "has been completely locked down. There should not be any problems."
"Sounds like everything is going according to plan. Definitely make sure that the diplomatic expansion is held and pacified at all costs, any breach of the perimeter would be a disaster for our foreign credibility. Are there any security concerns at the moment?"
The commander shook his head slightly but checked his tablet before responding: "None, comrade. The city is still relatively calm. There is a peaceful protest on the Red Parc for more environmentally friendly production and logistics and the Grovkaanen bridge units right at the Hotel Res Publica are reporting a small group of around ten individuals apparently seeing this entire summit as a farce of imperialist authoritarians..."
"Anarchists?"
"So it would seem. There has been no reason to disperse them, however. None have covered their faces and there does not seem to be any violent potential."
"Very good, very good. Have three motorcycles intercept and accompany Provinci's Premier and his retinue, but everything seems to be in order for now." After all the hours spent planning, their security concept would be ultimately tested at last.

Grovkaanen Bridge,
City of Vesimaa.

Lieutenant Haffenna regarded the young mean and women in front of him for a few more heartbeats before turning away. They were still shouting anti-globalist and -capitalist slurs but nothing had yet reached the point where he would even think about worrying. He strode back to his command vehicle, a small van parked along the river's shore as to allow traffic to still pass the bridge, as he took off his helmet. Despite the previous cold days of icy wind and snow, the sun was coming out and making itself noticeable to the men and women in their thick blue overalls and warning vests. The veteran policeman opened the back door, allowing himself a small rest as he checked the live feed on current events. Nothing of note.

The noise from the little band held in check by his public safety officers grew and he raised his head to analyse the situation. "Stop animal cruelty! Sop animal cruelty!" a unit of police on horseback was passing their position, moving towards the city centre. Haffenna could not help but smile a little; they always did show off their bad-boy side with their bandanas and black clothing but maybe they were all just humans after all. He quickly waved away his thoughts. However laughable their tiny assembly was, nobody could know when they would seriously commit to making trouble. When the time came, he would be ready.

[Oflandia]

Foreign Minister Abdu Abolia stepped out from a state aircraft into the fresh air. He surveyed the city he had arrived in keenly, his face alight and eager... That was, until a rotten tomato whistled past it.
"Down with the government! We want freedom!"
The Oflandian Anarchist Party was waiting for him, burning Oflandian flags, defacing images of himself and of the Chairman, and generally being a pain. Adbu, who was a diplomat and a lover of comprise, paled a little at the hostility.

Badru Bolera, top spy and head of the trips security, stepped out after him.
"They're early" he said, noding towards the protesters.
"Indeed"
"You know, I don't think I've seen a group of people that angry at the government since the revolution."
Abdu paled a little more. "Don't say that"
Another tomato went past him. Abdu was now an unpleasant shade of green.
"You know Badru, I don't know if I'm quite up for this. I'm a diplomat. I can't handle all these people. I'm not like the Chairman. I can't make all those speeches, and look all imposing and... I just can't."
Badru hit him, hard, on the face. "Don't talk rot. You are the Foreign Minister of Oflandia. You are the best diplomat I've ever seen. You are one of the greatest statesmen of the era. And now you are going to be scared off by a few hippies? Come on!"
Abdu nodded. "Thanks. I needed that."
"You want a coffee?"
"What I want is a stiff drink."
"I'm sure they'll be plenty of that at the summit."
"Let's go then."
And so, very slowly, the Oflandian delegation set off.

[Byshel]

Ven stepped off of the plane with a hop in his step, two bodyguards next to him. He represented Byshel to some extent. Byshel was in the early stages of a revolution, and he would be supporting Byshel's government, not the oppressive Norway's.

He had come to gain some friendship with the Letwinist states, and to see if the revolution had support. Ven himself led the revolution, that was why he had bodyguards. If he died, it would undoubtedly fail.

The revolution could not fail. Now, to the Summit. The banners of Byshel and the Red Alliance were put up next to the plane, where they waved in the wind.

[Provinci]

Limosuine outside of Vitomir-Letwin-Hall,
People’s Union of Letwinist States

Premier Le Pen sighed. He had forgotten that protestors were going to be present today. He hated the thought of conflict. He wasn’t like his predecessor, who seemed to love war and all things militaristic. Le Pen has gotten his start as a diplomat, so all he knew was diplomacy. It took everything in him to not rush into the mass of protestors so he could convince them to agree with the Summit.

“Sir, it’s almost time for us to go inside,” stated Minister Fugue.

She was a character. 78, older than his mother, and yet still a young revolutionary at heart. Her family was killed during the revolt against the Monarchy in 1999. They were Royalists and had disowned her back in the 1970’s for joining the Provincian Communist Front, the predecessor to today’s Communist Party of Provinci. She still missed them to this day.

“Alright Margaret, I just need a minute. Go ahead and go inside, I will meet you there,” said the Provincian Leader.

His delegation swiftly left the car and hurried inside. They were escorted in by heavy security, provided by the People’s Union of Letwinist States. He was thoroughly impressed with the security details he witnessed all across the city on his way in. He took a few deep breaths and opened the car door.

[The Selkie]

Security Headquarters for the Summit,
Ylermi-Salmela-Building,
City of Vesimaa.

Josefiina Kauppi, supreme commander of the Union's People's Police units looked up as the radio crackled beside her: "Attention Central Command from Unit 2756-1, over."
The man beside her quickly bent over to take it, glancing at her as he responded: "Central Command listening, over."
"Provinci delegation has landed, inbound for Vesimaa centre, please acknowledge, over."
"Understood 2756-1, out." He turned towards Josefiina, his uniform glimmering in the sun falling into the room through the building's large windows, clearly illuminating his insignia. The insignia of the People's Police city commander. "Our first guests have arrived, comrade."
"They are a little early, are our units ready?"
"Yes, comrade, do not worry." He stood up to face a large whiteboard sporting a map of Vesimaa. "People's Police units are standing by on these three bridges crossing the Lisyänna," he gestured towards the southern part of the map, "and the diplomatic expansion", he made a sweeping movement to encompass the Verena-Mader-Parc as well as the embassies on the river's eastern bank, "has been completely locked down. There should not be any problems."
"Sounds like everything is going according to plan. Definitely make sure that the diplomatic expansion is held and pacified at all costs, any breach of the perimeter would be a disaster for our foreign credibility. Are there any security concerns at the moment?"
The commander shook his head slightly but checked his tablet before responding: "None, comrade. The city is still relatively calm. There is a peaceful protest on the Red Parc for more environmentally friendly production and logistics and the Grovkaanen bridge units right at the Hotel Res Publica are reporting a small group of around ten individuals apparently seeing this entire summit as a farce of imperialist authoritarians..."
"Anarchists?"
"So it would seem. There has been no reason to disperse them, however. None have covered their faces and there does not seem to be any violent potential."
"Very good, very good. Have three motorcycles intercept and accompany Provinci's Premier and his retinue, but everything seems to be in order for now." After all the hours spent planning, their security concept would be ultimately tested at last.

Grovkaanen Bridge,
City of Vesimaa.

Lieutenant Haffenna regarded the young mean and women in front of him for a few more heartbeats before turning away. They were still shouting anti-globalist and -capitalist slurs but nothing had yet reached the point where he would even think about worrying. He strode back to his command vehicle, a small van parked along the river's shore as to allow traffic to still pass the bridge, as he took off his helmet. Despite the previous cold days of icy wind and snow, the sun was coming out and making itself noticeable to the men and women in their thick blue overalls and warning vests. The veteran policeman opened the back door, allowing himself a small rest as he checked the live feed on current events. Nothing of note.

The noise from the little band held in check by his public safety officers grew and he raised his head to analyse the situation. "Stop animal cruelty! Sop animal cruelty!" a unit of police on horseback was passing their position, moving towards the city centre. Haffenna could not help but smile a little; they always did show off their bad-boy side with their bandanas and black clothing but maybe they were all just humans after all. He quickly waved away his thoughts. However laughable their tiny assembly was, nobody could know when they would seriously commit to making trouble. When the time came, he would be ready.

Grovkaanen Bridge, City of Vesimaa.
Kiah Irisleabhar of the Tribe of Waterford, a brunette photographer and journalist in services of the Silver Bay Herald, loved her job. Travelling to far-off places, meeting people from those places, photographing, a love of hers since she had been a little girl making snapshots of ships launching in her hometown of Silverport's large shipyards, telling her kinsfolk about those places and people... and seeing things happen.
Important things, sometimes, sometimes not so important.
The reason why she was in Vesimaa was important: A summit on globalization and political cooperation was to be held in this city, one, which was already accompanied by protests, massive ones. With a potential to get a bit rowdy.
For that reason, the brunette was accompanied by her bodyguard, the Grey Wolf Peata, a large canine, which could be both a vicious predator protecting his mistress and a fluffy snugglebug at the drop of a hat, the former of which made her job easier in dangerous areas, the latter of which made her work easier when dealing with children. Animals in Selkie-Society had an interesting standing either way, being either ainmnithe, meaning named, or anaithnid, meaning unnamed.
Peata was ainmnithe, he had a name and was thus a living and breathing creature with a heart, mind and soul, a member of her family, even. A cow raised by a farmer in Rainse was usually anaithnid, it made it easier to let it participate in the economic process. And participating in the economic process they did - with the pain and suffering reduced to the point of non-existing, both by law and by culture.
All of that made it rather interesting for her to stand within a group of protesters with bandanas and hoodies calling for a stop of animal cruelty.
Still, Kiah made her snapshots, interviewed the odd protester, dressed in a simple shirt, a pullover over it and a jacket over that to protect herself from the cold (although it could get cold at home, too, her people were wise enough to dress weather appropriately... most of the times), a press-tag on her hat, Peata by her side.
A horseman squadron moved towards the city centre, mounted police officers at work. It would be an interesting day, that was for sure, especially as she knew, that a delegation of the Free Lands was on its way to the summit.

Flight 110365-D, approaching Vesimaa Airport.
Kendra Sciamhach of the Tribe of Waterford, one of the Ambassadors of the Free Lands and one half of Ambassador Group 2, leaned back in her chair. It was a comfortable one, Flight 110365-D was a private jet used as a diplomatic transport, after all. She lowered her file, a manila folder in her hands.
The brunette with short hair and glasses (decorative ones, there wasn't actually something wrong with her eyes, was by any stretch of the imagination a woman as beautiful as she was intelligent, often confusing people with the fact, that she was 29 and one of the leading diplomats of her country. She wore Geansai, proudly displaying Waterford's colours, testament to her allegiance to that Tribe.
Her file was about the security risks known to them - several anarchist groups would be trying to disrupt the proceedings, but Kendra was sure, that their hosts could handle them. And if all else failed, she was not a helpless woman.
Her partner-in-crime, the Ambassador of the Selkie Leonard Lách of the Tribe of Galway, by day a sportsman and cattle rancher, sat opposite to her. Clad in Galway's blue and yellow, wearing Geansai as well, he had read up on their hosts. The red-headed sportsman, with an equally sporty built and a lopsided grin, was more then eye candy, though. His speciality might be making a target's centre into a little forest of arrows from the back of a galloping horse at a distance of half a kilometre, but he was an intelligent young man, who had been underestimated at several occassions already.
Last, but certainly not least in their little group, was Nora Cathlong of the Tribe of Cork, a philantropist together with a wide array of other businesspeople and famous people across the Free Lands. The black-haired older woman, 54 years old and looking like she was at the beginning of her 40s, was one of the founders of the Cabhair Group, a group dedicated to helping children in warzones with a need for education - and was the founder and CEO of Silverport Dockyards Limited, a company, that made most of its revenue with the production and selling of warships. Her reddish-brown eyes were only emphasized by her choice in Geansai, the natural colours of the Tine fur she wore on display, as appropriate for a Servant to Gavida.
They all had their aims at this summit: Cathlong wanted to see, where she could get support for the Cabhair Group and where their services were needed (if she could make a bit of advertisement for SDY, all the better), while the two Ambassadors wanted to set the Free Lands position on the global stage, see, where there could be a little bit of the cake of globalization without threatening the identity of the Selkie... wearing their tribal dresses was only one part of it.
And like that, they approached the Vesimaa Airport. "Vesimaa International, this is Flight 11-0-3-6-5-Delta from Silverport International. Requesting permission to land.", the pilot radioed to the tower of the capitol airport of the hosting city. He, most likely, had the easiest job of them all: Get them there, keep the aircraft in order, get them out once the summit was over. No protesters, no politics, nothing of that sort...
...in silence, his three passangers envied the pilot of their aircraft a bit.

[Letwinist States]

Vitomir-Letwin-Hall,
City of Vesimaa.

Oliver Jogi stood at the feet of an enormous stone staircase, keeping a respectful distance to the building's doors. The white walls of the entrance hall had been fitted with flowing banners depicting the flag of the Union, which flanked the stairway and himself, as well as those of their guests' countries.

Provinci's delegates were the first to arrive, being ushered through the door by security officers. "Comrade premier, what a pleasure to see you." Smiling broadly, Oliver strode forward, opening his arms in a sweeping gesture of welcome. "I trust that your journey here was uneventful? I must say that I genuinely look forward to our two nations cooperating more and more closely in the future."

[Mervay]

Airport Of Vesimaa
Entrance of the Airport

"Well here we are Vesimaa,Letwinist States" Says Minister Seiichi Meanwhile he and a woman walk thourgh the Hall of the Airport to the exit. "Yeah Looks like we weren't the only ones of the kingdom to come" Point Minister Vesce to a group of communist supporters with the Royal Flag in the other part of the hall. "Well better meet miss Edwards since she will be with us during the entire meeting and she knows more the attractives of the city and... there she is" Seiichi see a 39 beautiful but expirenced woman in the diplomacy "Shigeru Seiichi and Maria Vesce long lime no see right?" says Sakura Edwards "Yeah the last time was when you were saying goodbye too us then when you were send here Sakura" Says wery Happy Miss Vesce "Well better go to the vehicle we need to be ready and let your package in the Res Publica and and then go to the Vitomir Letwin-Hall for the meeting and during the travel we can put us in catch up" She says now entering in the Vehicle with the rest "Driver to the hotel Res Publica Pleace" after Seiichi say that the vehicle was moving.

[Deathfall]

Embassy of the Federal Democratic Republic of Deathfall
116b Tahtilävii Street, Vesimaa, People's Union of Letwinist States

"Ambassador, the security of the Letwinist States is threatened, and we have a de facto obligation to help them," President Blake Patel explained to Ambassador Hall over a video chat.
"Alright, alright, I get it Blake. I'll get to the summit and give you updates as I get them. In the meantime, keep your mouth shut and don't let any anarchist get here." Ambassador Hall said before ending the call rudely on President Patel, knowing he would rebut what she said.

"Everyone," she yelled in the little crammed office space, "We're going to the submit. I have no idea where the hell it is, so security is gonna get us there!"
At this point, everyone laughed and got into the Chevrolet Suburban(s) and we're escorted by Land Rover Defenders on the way. They finally arrived at the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall. They got out and we're quickly escorted in by bodyguards.

Vitomir-Letwin-Hall
Vesimaa, People's Union of Letwinist States
"Well chaps, we made it— after we got lost a grand total of five times." The Ambassador said, everyone laughed and moved onto taking their seats in the Hall. The Ambassador discreetly waved for Secretary Jogi.

[Letwinist States]

Vitomir-Letwin-Hall,
City of Vesimaa.

"Ah, madam ambassador, what a great pleasure. I would say that it has been a while, only-" Oliver Jogi laughed, "it hasn't really."

He led the two delegations already in the Hall into the room they would be using: "Ladies and Gentlemen, feel free to be seated and help yourself to some refreshments. This is one of the smaller rooms of the building, right beside us is the plenary room of the All-Union People's Congress, the great pride of Vesimaa. While we await the arrival of the other delegations, I would be happy to chat or maybe show you around the building."

Grovkaanen Bridge,
City of Vesimaa.

"Comrade Lieutenant!" Haffenna was interrupted by a young woman approaching him at a brisk pace, saluting as she arrived. Her brown uniform immediately showed her as a part of the militia units brought into the capital to aid police it, the light brown, almost fading into a shade of beige, starkly in contrast with the dark blue police uniforms of the older man and his troops. "We have received word from the airport pickte that the delegation from Mervay will be seen to their rooms here before moving out to the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall."

"I see." Haffenna creased his head a little. By now, the small group of rag-tag protesters had grown a little until his last check and must be around twenty men and women strong. "In that case, we will have to push those people back", he nodded at them.

"Attention! This is the People's Police! The protest is ordered to form onto the pedestrian walkways, clear the streets! I repeat: clear the streets!" The Lieutenant used his microphone to get his point across. Sure enough, probably because the police and security forces around the hotel and holding the bridge still outnumbered the protesters, many retreated to the opposite side of the road. However, a few stood firm against the orders. "Frontline, form up and push them back." He ordered.

The loose formation of policemen and -women securing the entrance to the hotel and access to the bridge let their more prepared colleagues through. Clad in riot gear, armed with transparent shields and rubber batons, they moved forward slowly, hoping to intimidate the unruly stragglers by raiding their batons high over their heads and increasing their pace once nearer.

Contact between protesters and security units was not long in coming. The small group of five left on the streets braved the oncoming police by screaming and battering the shields in front of them. Only with the use of tear gas could the police force them back.

Haffenna looked on grimly, he knew that this would probably seem like a summer holiday in a few hours.

[Mervay]

City of Vesimaa
Entrance of the Res Publica
Close to the Grovkaanen Brigde
After the two minister saw their rooms in the Res Publica,leaving their package and prepare to the meeting the Ambassador Edwards was waiting them in the hall of the hotel and when they were on the hall they begun to make their way to the car but in the distance over the police perimeter they saw people of the MCP peacefully protesting and expresing their wiew of the meeting,after saw that they were now in the car in way to the hall passing through the perimeter make in the brigde. Miss Edwars said: "I'm worry if my daugther will be okay because with all the security seeing if things go out of hands make me think that they are preparing for the worst" she said worried, "she will be okay she can take care of herself right?" says Seiichi, "oh speaking of your daugther how is Misaki?" ask Miss Vesce, "She is alright,she adapted very faster here and is going to a good high school close to the Embassy but let's talk about that later" said sakura,after said that they crossed the brigde.

City of Vesimaa
Vitomir-Letwin-Hall
After that they were now in the site of the summit the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall the Delegation was completly sure about that this meeting will not only improve relations with the Union itself but with other nations as well,they begun their march to main hall and make their way to their seats "remember ladies this meeting is crucial to us since can help the kingdom influence in the international affairs" said Minister seichii as miss Edwards discretly waved to the secretary Jogi to say that we come.

[Oflandia]

You could here the Oflandian delegation before you could see it. The cries of "Down with Oflandia, Death to the dictator!" Could be heard for miles around. In the centre, Foreign Minister Abdu Aboila stood, unruffled and firm. The delegation slowly approached the hall.
"Almost there" Badru muttered.

[Pan-Asiatic States]

Vesimaa, Letwinist States

The Secretary-General himself flew in from Neo-Manila to attend the summit. Despite tensions rising at home, with the Xanadarian-Gagium Conflict reaching its extremes; he knew the summit was a good excuse to escape from all the pressure expected of him at the homefront. The fires which welcomed him here, however, were not as calm as he had expected.

Protesters ravaged the streets, and he could see it with his very own eyes. Coming from the Pan-Asiatic Embassy at Vesimaa, the Secretary-General rode his limousine with authority. The pristine waxing and powerful sirens of the convoy could be heard blocks away. Mr. Chun, the ambassador, rode shotgun- whilst the rest of his cabinet sat at the back.

The rioteers were getting out of hand, and the States had its fair share of them. A burning Molotov cocktail fell from a nearby window, combusting on the flag of the States set on the street.

'Diyos Mijo! And to think this would've been better than Malacanang.'

[Letwinist States]

Vitomir-Letwin-Hall,
City of Vesimaa.

Just then, Oliver Jogi noticed another group of guests being shown into the room by an aide. After a quick look, he suddenly remembered that the person coming towards him was the Mervay Ministry of Economy. "Shigeru Seiichi, what a pleasure to be your host today. I hope we will be able to have an abundance of fruitful talks."

After exchanging a few pleasantries with the already present men and women, he cleared his throat and addressed all assembled: "Dear delegates, unless there is any other issue, we will commence with the talks. Not all participants have arrived yet, however, I have been assured that they are on their way."

Security Headquarters for the Summit,
Ylermi-Salmela-Building,
City of Vesimaa.

"Comrade supreme commander, there has been an emergency signal!"

Josefiina quickly hurried towards her colleague's desk: "What is it?"

"Protesters have attacked the PAS' delegation's column on their way to the summit with what appear to be variants of Molotov cocktails."

"Oh no", this was terrible news and Josefiina new that she would be made responsible. All left for her to do now was to ascertain that the situation was brought under control. "Arrest those responsible immediately, we cannot have such an attack repeating itself. Do you think we should raise the emergency level?"

"Hm..." the commander of the city's police wagged his head thoughtfully before responding: "I do not think so. I will call in just a few more militia squads to be on call but I would not raise the emergency level. We would have to clear the Red Square and that would not come across as very tolerant and protest-friendly."

"And make us look weak", Josefiina nodded grimly, seeing the point now. "Let us make sure we have this under control, nonetheless. Pacify the protesters outside."

Outside the Vitomir-Letwin-Hall,
Red Square,
City of Vesimaa.

Just as the cars bringing the Oflandian delegation to the summit arrived, the police's reinforcements rolled onto the square. Two enormous armoured trucks armed with water cannons slowly moved towards the mass of people. "Attention! This is the People's Police. Please move back two hundred metres for the safety of others. Failure to comply will be met with the revocation of this protest's admission and the dispersion of the crowd. I repeat: this is..."

For now, the people were complying. After all, those protesting on the Red Square were legally and relatively peacefully criticizing the summit. It would remain to be seen whether this remained this way.

[Oflandia]

Stirrings of discontent simmered throughout the Oflandian Anarchist Party and the police forced them back. For a moment, it seemed there would be violence. But then, the Anarchists relented, and moved back.
Abdu Aboilia gave a sigh of relief. "That looked bad for a second."
"Indeed" Badru replied. "But we're here now. You can relax."

The Oflandian delegation entered the hall. Abdu had a new zeal in him as he returned to his comfort zone: the world of diplomacy.