This thread takes place after the conclusion of The First Summit, in which a failed diplomatic attempt between Janpia and Southeast Marajarbia was attempted.
Confederate White House
Liberty, State of Liberty, CSA
Some Days Prior to the Second Summit
The day in Liberty, the Capital City of the Confederacy, was rather drab and dreary. Overcast clouds and rain were the forecast for the day and it had not let up a single minute since it started earlier in the morning before sunrise. This was usual for the city, especially during the waning months of Summer entering Fall. The gentle pitter patter of the rain droplets on the window added a sense of calm to the otherwise tense briefing room inside the Confederate White House. The Presidential Briefing Room, like most of the old building, had been renovated recently during the 16th Presidents time in power. It was further renovated when President Canisilus assumed power, adding a few more non-human comforts that were sorely needed for the diversified era that Anagonia had entered upon his election. The modern renovations over the terms of the two Presidents also included additions of modern technology, which the Presidential Briefing Room had been one of the recipients of.
President Mileethus Canisilus did not, however, ponder on the rooms contents. He did not look at the varied flatscreen monitors embedded in the walls for the purpose of properly conveying multitudes of information. He did not look at the central meeting table with its modern displays, texture, and fittings meant to provide for the users as they conveyed information. He did not look at the flags in the corners of the room, nor the plants, nor the chairs, nor the textures or even drapes of the windows. He instead stood at one of the windows looking out of the Briefing Room, out onto the front lawn of the Confederate White House, watching through a gap between two Arborvitae plants as the traffic came to a halt and resumed each time a traffic light turned red. The rain clouded the window and his breath added to the mist each time he released it, though his mind did not register it. His eyes bore down his snout, out the window, as one clawed hand rested across his chest and supported the other shoulder as that claw rested under his chin.
It was a day of ponderings, of bad tiding and possible opportunities.
"And they just....walked out?"
The Presidents question was answered in silence, at first. Only the sound of nervous shuffling in the meeting room interrupted it. Those present were the usual high level officials; Chief Admiral Dave Evans representing the Military, Major General Lucias Zoilu representing the Confederate National Intelligence Agency, Chief Secretary Forest Patton representing the Department of the Confederate States, and Vice President Franklin Johnson who was the 16th President of the Confederate States until his defeat with the current President.
Dave was all but the defacto Chief General, but refused to take the title, leaving the President in an ongoing crisis politically as to choose the successor to the now-deceased Chief General Elliot Armstrong. He was a reliable man, if a tad bit headstrong, but his heart was in the right place. He preferred to have staff conduct interviews with the press which irked the President a tad. When he did conduct interviews, it was usually over superficial matters and nothing more. He had all but remained quiet during the meeting, only giving the required information, and was the only one who didn't shuffle nervously in his seat. He looked on at the President with some disregard, though nothing unprofessional. He remained silent as the Vice President spoke up.
"I think your plan for Janpia has hit a roadblock, Mil," he stated. The only one present allowed to use nicknames due to the close friendship between the two. "I'll continue to vouch for you, but this will be a political hit. You've used a lot of resources for this."
There was silence in the room again. The President gave a passing glance towards his Vice President, the two exchanging that glance briefly before Mileethus looked back out the window. He tapped his chin, remaining silent.
"I tried," Forest spoke up then. "I'm sorry, sir."
"You did nothing wrong Mr. Patton," the towering Komodren assured. He stood at least two feet taller than most present, being a lizard humanoid. "Your results have been nothing but fantastic and I think, to be fair, I put you in a place you shouldn't of been."
"Sir?"
Another moment of silence. The President turned and returned to his seat at the meeting table. He gave a sigh as he rested back in the chair, now suitable for one of his build and bulk. The previous chairs made no accommodations for tails. Recent updates to their designs made them suitable for both non-humans and humans now. He looked to his Chief Secretary.
"I think I need to go there myself and sort this out," he clarified.
"That is not recommended, Mr. President," Dave finally spoke up. All heads turned to him, except the Presidents. "Even though we're at the cusps ends of this situation with these Scandin terrorists in our borders, there's a high likelihood that some cell remains active. They could find out about your travel. You could be targeted."
"That's not likely," Lucias spoke up. He was also a Komodren, though somewhat smaller in stature to the President. "Our sources indicate they've all been eradicated. It's over. If the President wants to move about, he should be safe to do so."
Both the Major General and Chief Admiral shared a glance but said nothing more in manner of retort to one another.
Mileethus looked at Dave. "Can the Exeter be utilized for a formal meeting?"
It wasn't so much as a question as it was an order. Dave gave a nod. "I can make the arrangements," he assured. "Just give the word, sir."
Simple. Direct. Polite and Professional. Mileethus inwardly seethed at his Chief Admiral. He would make an excellent Chief General. It was why he had refused to go about the process of selection for so long. As Commander in Chief, the military didn't question his decision to halt the process. Were those high-level officers irked somewhat by his decision? Absolutely they were. But they, like Dave, all knew who their Supreme Commander was. They had all hoped the Chief Admiral would have caved months ago. He hadn't. The President and the Chief Admiral shared a look. Dave held it for as long as he could before looking away, down at his hands on the desk. The President relented and gave a nod.
"Make the arrangements," he said, looking to Franklin then. "Mind taking care of business while I'm away from home?"
"You know I will," Franklin replied, smiling.
Diplomatic and Second National Flag of the Confederate States
TO: United Revolutionary States of Janpia, Foreign Relations Department
COPY TO: People's Republic of Yitanka, Foreign Relations Department
SUBJECT: Emergency Diplomatic Meeting
To whom it may concern,
The President of the Confederate States is traveling to the CSS Exeter, currently in the territorial waters off Janpia conducting maritime trade protection patrols. The Nimitz-class Supercarrier will be utilized as a neutral and protected diplomatic area to conduct an emergency meeting. We ask both your leaders, or representatives thereof, attend. This meeting concerns the fate of future relations between the nations of Anagonia and Janpia, as well as Anagonia and its relation with the KTO. Additionally, it is the hopes of the President to establish and formalize a previously refused trade agreement and utilize the nation of Yitanka as the necessary third member-state of the agreement.
The President will be waiting for your arrival once you receive this message.
Sincerely,
Chief Secretary Forest Patton
Department of the Confederate States
Confederate States of Anagonia
Naval Task Force Exeter
Inside Janpian Territorial Waters
CSS Exeter, Nimitz-class Supercarrier
The C-2A Greyhound touched down on the carrier deck with little applause. The ships flight deck crew were professional as they guided the transport plane to its holding area, the deck still active with departing and arriving fighter craft return from and beginning patrols. The President was greeted by an Aircraft Director before being handed off to the escort of the ships Marines. He was quickly guided into the tower, where the ships Captain met him personally.
"Mr. President!" Captain Chapayev Leonidovich greeted, the Rudavian man was all but pleasantly surprised to greet his Commander in Chief. "An honor to have you on board. The crew is excited to greet you, if you'd allow."
"Of course!" the Komodren replied back, having to duck underneath the doorframe. His body build wasn't designed for this type of ship.
An hour passed where the President acquainted himself with the crew. Those still on duty had to wait till off duty to greet their Commander in Chief. By the end of the following day, Mileethus had made sure to either meet personnel directly or conduct meetings in the Mess Hall. He was a man of his people, which included very much the Military and its servicemembers. All Anagonians were Military at some point in their lives, having the mandatory requirement. Save for a few like Mileethus himself who had the option of it. By the end of it all, the President had situated himself in the onboard stateroom. There was an adjacent meeting room, specific for events such as these, that would be utilized for the affair if the other leaders decided to attend. If they didn't, it wouldn't have all been a waste. He at least got to personally greet those on the front lines so far from home.
OOC: Post your arrivals. We can skip to the meeting room proper if no further Rp is desired.