Association of Nationalist States[TWI ONLY, CLOSED]

[Ventlimer]

Association of Nationalist States
Meeting in Ventlimer

OOC: This Association is being formed for the benefit of invited nations. Its goal is to create a group of nations that are willing to defend each other from external threats. It will not be this Association's goal to police or "encourage" nations in any way, but to ensure that each nation's own goals can be completed within their borders without intervention from the international community. This Association will also strive to maintain a good relationship between each of its signature. Nothing from these proceedings will be known ICly to nations outside of the association. They will be closed door meetings that are only public in the manner that people know when they are taking place and nothing else. It will be assumed that any meeting of this Association, unless otherwise stated, is so.

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2/4/16
Conference Room A
Presidential Palace, Government District
Ventlimer City, Ventlimer




Vice President Samuel Wirthland walked into the large conference room with a large, rare smile on his face. Here, he would establish the safety of his nation with other leaders. Here, he would be able to forge an alliance among hard nosed veterans, with military experience and flaming pride for their country. These would be his kind of people, and he knew it would go perfectly.

[The East Europan Imperial Alliance]

Association of Nationalist States
Meeting in Ventlimer

OOC: This Association is being formed for the benefit of invited nations. Its goal is to create a group of nations that are willing to defend each other from external threats. It will not be this Association's goal to police or "encourage" nations in any way, but to ensure that each nation's own goals can be completed within their borders without intervention from the international community. This Association will also strive to maintain a good relationship between each of its signature. Nothing from these proceedings will be known ICly to nations outside of the association. They will be closed door meetings that are only public in the manner that people know when they are taking place and nothing else. It will be assumed that any meeting of this Association, unless otherwise stated, is so.

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2/4/16
Conference Room A
Presidential Palace, Government District
Ventlimer City, Ventlimer

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Vice President Samuel Wirthland walked into the large conference room with a large, rare smile on his face. Here, he would establish the safety of his nation with other leaders. Here, he would be able to forge an alliance among hard nosed veterans, with military experience and flaming pride for their country. These would be his kind of people, and he knew it would go perfectly.

Already waiting there were the Representatives of the EEIA. One of them, Tobias Larkin, was the Prime Minister of the Empire, while his associate was Colonel Devlin, a noted figure in the Imperial Military.

[Ruetha]

Association of Nationalist States, Ventlimer

General Alex Mortenson was a man in his sixties. He stood tall with broad shoulders. His-once blonde-grey hair was perfectly combed under his hat and his uniform was so neat it appeared as if it was ironed with him in it. His black shoes relfected the light that hit them and his metals were personally hand-polished the night before, he had a lot of them. Mortenson began his military life in an army college, graduating as lieutenant like other students, but unlike other students in the fact that he was top of the class, second only to one other man.

Mortenson had seen the world, had defended Ruetha in war, and had personally reclaimed the palace in the Counter-Destruction War, better known as the Air-Force War. Yet, for all this, Mortenson knew that man was mortal. He could not defend Ruetha anymore, he was getting too old for war. Mortenson was bothered when he sat in a command room, watching a map and tiny models of soldiers, as if he were playing some kind of game with army men. Those were real soldiers, those were the people he had sworen to die for and to protect, the people he'd devoted his life to save. He had no right to sit back and advise and order, he must led and defend.

The general chuckled to himself, an old man with a cane could hardly be of any help. Yet he desperately wanted to do all he could for Ruetha. This is why Chancellor Rogers had sent him to this meeting, to learn of any possible alliances. Mortenson pushed open the heavy meeting room door and walked inside.

"Gentlemen." He greeted them. Despite the wrinkles and grey hair, Mortenson's voice still boomed with volume and life.

[The East Europan Imperial Alliance]

Association of Nationalist States, Ventlimer

General Alex Mortenson was a man in his sixties. He stood tall with broad shoulders. His-once blonde-grey hair was perfectly combed under his hat and his uniform was so neat it appeared as if it was ironed with him in it. His black shoes relfected the light that hit them and his metals were personally hand-polished the night before, he had a lot of them. Mortenson began his military life in an army college, graduating as lieutenant like other students, but unlike other students in the fact that he was top of the class, second only to one other man.

Mortenson had seen the world, had defended Ruetha in war, and had personally reclaimed the palace in the Counter-Destruction War, better known as the Air-Force War. Yet, for all this, Mortenson knew that man was mortal. He could not defend Ruetha anymore, he was getting too old for war. Mortenson was bothered when he sat in a command room, watching a map and tiny models of soldiers, as if he were playing some kind of game with army men. Those were real soldiers, those were the people he had sworen to die for and to protect, the people he'd devoted his life to save. He had no right to sit back and advise and order, he must led and defend.

The general chuckled to himself, an old man with a cane could hardly be of any help. Yet he desperately wanted to do all he could for Ruetha. This is why Chancellor Rogers had sent him to this meeting, to learn of any possible alliances. Mortenson pushed open the heavy meeting room door and walked inside.

"Gentlemen." He greeted them. Despite the wrinkles and grey hair, Mortenson's voice still boomed with volume and life.

Colonel Devlin stood up and looked at the new arrival. Compared to the elder Mortenson, Devlin was in the Prime of Youth. Raven Haired with a Sharp, serious face, he saluted the Senior Officer. "Colonel Sean Devlin of the EEIA, General. Prime Minister Larkin was expecting your arrival. Larkin himself stood up at these words, nodding to the general as a smile played across his lips. He was a few years younger than the General, and quite smaller than him. His voice was almost that of a boy, his voice known to be close to a falsetto. "General Mortenson, it is a pleasure to make your acquaintance." Larkin said, shaking his hand.

[Wildelyn]

Chancellor Otto walked into the meeting, he looked like any other man in his fourties, he had dark blonde hair with blue eyes, wearing an extremely expensive black and white suit with a red tie. bowing down partially in front of the General, Vice President and the Prime Minister, and smiled "Hello there, Its joyful to meet your acquaintances" he spoke with a sense of sarcasm and pride.

[Ventlimer]

"Gentlemen," Wirthland said uncharitaristicly pleasantly. "Please, take a seat and enjoy some wine or coffee. Whiskey if you need it too. A few more people will be here soon."

[Ruetha]

The general laughed at all the attention his rank got him "I must admit, I was expecting to see other generals. But I am certain you are all qualified to be here." He took a cup of coffee, he never drank alcohol in meetings or on the job.

[Colandion]

Alexander Frotola, the Defense Minister of Colandion, veteran Commander of Colandion's tactics division, sits down. A man in his late 50s, he was somewhat old looking, he seemed to be around 60 years old but still quite healthy.

"Well, gents, I hope we are all doing well"

He was wearing a distinct armband with a golden sun embroidered on the outside of the grey cloth, it clashed with his white suit but matched his golden tie. He had a paranoid disposition about him, checking his watch a couple times before pulling out a file folder and placing it on the area in front of him. He took out a cigar that was in a gold and grey wrapper, before lighting he looked to the others.

"You gentlemen mind if I light this up?"

[Ventlimer]

"Fine by me," Wirthland said. "It looks like everyone who will be here is here. I would like to thank you all for coming out here on the terms of secrecy. I appreciate that many of us are Veterans. I hope that, due to this common ground, we can get straight to the point." Wirthland leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "The international community of today is very moralistic, but hypocritical. They preach self determination and freedom, but would interfere with our affairs. We have seen this constantly throughout recent history. It is because of this that I believe that an alliance of Nationalist nations be formed. The goal of this alliance would not be to interfere, but to protect each of us form interference. No matter what happens that makes them want undo intervention, the International Community should know that it has a united force to deal with. That will be the main goal of this alliance and the only mandatory part for a signatory nation. As for others, such as trade or other matters, they are secondary to our need for security. War games between nations and practiced maneuvers as shows of strength and training will also be held from time to time."

Wirthland took a sip of his coffee, then pulled a file out of his case and passed copies to everyone. "This Document states the goals of this organization in written form. It reads:

Primary:

1) Will provide for the common defense for member nations;
2) Will Create a process by which the Association chooses the appropriate response to a situation, preferably modeling military high command in structure;
3) Ensures that the militaries of each nation train with one another in exercises, or exchange programs as each nation sees fit.

Secondary:

1) Lead projects to create new weaponry available only for members of this Association
2) Attempt to establish firm economic ties by creating trade between the member nations

"

Wirthland put the paper down. "Well Gentlemen, what do you think?"

[Colandion]

"Fine by me," Wirthland said. "It looks like everyone who will be here is here. I would like to thank you all for coming out here on the terms of secrecy. I appreciate that many of us are Veterans. I hope that, due to this common ground, we can get straight to the point." Wirthland leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "The international community of today is very moralistic, but hypocritical. They preach self determination and freedom, but would interfere with our affairs. We have seen this constantly throughout recent history. It is because of this that I believe that an alliance of Nationalist nations be formed. The goal of this alliance would not be to interfere, but to protect each of us form interference. No matter what happens that makes them want undo intervention, the International Community should know that it has a united force to deal with. That will be the main goal of this alliance and the only mandatory part for a signatory nation. As for others, such as trade or other matters, they are secondary to our need for security. War games between nations and practiced maneuvers as shows of strength and training will also be held from time to time."

Wirthland took a sip of his coffee, then pulled a file out of his case and passed copies to everyone. "This Document states the goals of this organization in written form. It reads:

Primary:

1) Will provide for the common defense for member nations;
2) Will Create a process by which the Association chooses the appropriate response to a situation, preferably modeling military high command in structure;
3) Ensures that the militaries of each nation train with one another in exercises, or exchange programs as each nation sees fit.

Secondary:

1) Lead projects to create new weaponry available only for members of this Association
2) Attempt to establish firm economic ties by creating trade between the member nations

"

Wirthland put the paper down. "Well Gentlemen, what do you think?"

Alexander lights his cigar and takes a long inhale before letting out a large puff of smoke. He took the file into his hands folding through the papers and snorted with disinterest.

"One thing, my fellow countrymen want complete control over our own trade relations"

He then kicked up his feet onto another chair that was empty and took another puff of his cigar. He looked across the table toward the other delegates with ice cold eyes shrouded in an underlying look of fanaticism. His armband had turned toward the others and they got a good view of the symbol.

[Ventlimer]

"See no issue with that, simply something some members here might work towards and certainly not a requirement."

[The East Europan Imperial Alliance]

"Fine by me," Wirthland said. "It looks like everyone who will be here is here. I would like to thank you all for coming out here on the terms of secrecy. I appreciate that many of us are Veterans. I hope that, due to this common ground, we can get straight to the point." Wirthland leaned forward, his hands clasped in front of him. "The international community of today is very moralistic, but hypocritical. They preach self determination and freedom, but would interfere with our affairs. We have seen this constantly throughout recent history. It is because of this that I believe that an alliance of Nationalist nations be formed. The goal of this alliance would not be to interfere, but to protect each of us form interference. No matter what happens that makes them want undo intervention, the International Community should know that it has a united force to deal with. That will be the main goal of this alliance and the only mandatory part for a signatory nation. As for others, such as trade or other matters, they are secondary to our need for security. War games between nations and practiced maneuvers as shows of strength and training will also be held from time to time."

Wirthland took a sip of his coffee, then pulled a file out of his case and passed copies to everyone. "This Document states the goals of this organization in written form. It reads:

Primary:

1) Will provide for the common defense for member nations;
2) Will Create a process by which the Association chooses the appropriate response to a situation, preferably modeling military high command in structure;
3) Ensures that the militaries of each nation train with one another in exercises, or exchange programs as each nation sees fit.

Secondary:

1) Lead projects to create new weaponry available only for members of this Association
2) Attempt to establish firm economic ties by creating trade between the member nations

"

Wirthland put the paper down. "Well Gentlemen, what do you think?"

The Two Imperial representatives nodded in unison. "We see no fault with these affairs." Larkin said.

[Ventlimer]

"If the other gents agree or wish to add to it, I will quickly have the draft written and we can all discuss it."

[Colandion]

"If the other gents agree or wish to add to it, I will quickly have the draft written and we can all discuss it."

He takes a long puff and nods his head looking up at the ceiling,

"Sounds fine to me, as long as my demands of controlling our own trade is met, it's a deal."

[Ventlimer]

"If the other gents agree or wish to add to it, I will quickly have the draft written and we can all discuss it."

He takes a long puff and nods his head looking up at the ceiling,

"Sounds fine to me, as long as my demands of controlling our own trade is met, it's a deal."

"We will see if you still agree after the treaty is written."

[Ruetha]

The general waited to hear some opinions before speaking "I think it's clear everyone wants their own trade. I am sure that can be arranged. However, what concerns me now is that we cannot ignore too much about one another. Perhaps civil unrest happens in one of the associated nations, then what?"

[Ventlimer]

The general waited to hear some opinions before speaking "I think it's clear everyone wants their own trade. I am sure that can be arranged. However, what concerns me now is that we cannot ignore too much about one another. Perhaps civil unrest happens in one of the associated nations, then what?"

"Civil unrest like what is currently occurring in Atnaia should be taken on a case by case issue," Wirthland said. "The organization I have in mind is this: One representative in charge, who is voted in by the other representatives for a 6 Month term, or until otherwise challenged. In the case of civil unrest, it would be up to the member nations' representatives to vote and to the head representative to approve. If it comes to taking sides, then we vote to choose a side in the interest of the alliance."

[Colandion]

"Civil unrest like what is currently occurring in Atnaia should be taken on a case by case issue," Wirthland said. "The organization I have in mind is this: One representative in charge, who is voted in by the other representatives for a 6 Month term, or until otherwise challenged. In the case of civil unrest, it would be up to the member nations' representatives to vote and to the head representative to approve. If it comes to taking sides, then we vote to choose a side in the interest of the alliance."

He nods and places his elbows on the table gesturing with his cigar.
"I like this idea, however, I do not like this meeting place. Meeting in a foreign nation's territory seems, unfair to others within the group."
He then leaned back in his chair looking directly at Wirthland.

[Ventlimer]

"This is just the beginning and a secret meeting. I understand the wish to be home. We can talk about the meeting places for the alliance soon, but the International District is Vancouvia's play pen. We could hold future meetings at sea, in international waters, but the most practical idea would be to rotate the meeting place or, even better, hold the meeting in a more centrally located nation in the alliance. I am sure it was a long flight to here, my friend."

[Ventlimer]

"Alright gentlemen, here is the Draft of the Charter."

[The East Europan Imperial Alliance]

"This draft seems well thought out, and mirrors what we wanted. We have no objections." Larkin replied.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Krateon Unifo, Great General of the United Imperialonian Army walked out of his aircraft. He was sent here in secret by Mees Grand, minister of defence with the high order of Consul Melas itself. He read through the papers in his plane.

"I'm intrested" he said to himself when he saw the beautifull building. He walked inside till he came by the room and saw a few people already sitting. Good afternoon, my name is Krateon Unifo and I'm sent here by the Imperialonian government. It's a pleasure to be here!

[Ventlimer]

Krateon Unifo, Great General of the United Imperialonian Army walked out of his aircraft. He was sent here in secret by Mees Grand, minister of defence with the high order of Consul Melas itself. He read through the papers in his plane.

"I'm intrested" he said to himself when he saw the beautifull building. He walked inside till he came by the room and saw a few people already sitting. Good afternoon, my name is Krateon Unifo and I'm sent here by the Imperialonian government. It's a pleasure to be here!

"Glad to have you, Krateon. I am Samuel Wirithland, Vice President to Ventlimer. Here, we are reviewing the drafts and goals of this alliance. Whiskey, coffee, and wine are available.

[Great-Imperialonia]

Krateon Unifo, Great General of the United Imperialonian Army walked out of his aircraft. He was sent here in secret by Mees Grand, minister of defence with the high order of Consul Melas itself. He read through the papers in his plane.

"I'm intrested" he said to himself when he saw the beautifull building. He walked inside till he came by the room and saw a few people already sitting. Good afternoon, my name is Krateon Unifo and I'm sent here by the Imperialonian government. It's a pleasure to be here!

"Glad to have you, Krateon. I am Samuel Wirithland, Vice President to Ventlimer. Here, we are reviewing the drafts and goals of this alliance. Whiskey, coffee, and wine are available.

I see, how marvelous. I'll take a white wine please. How much did I miss?

[Ventlimer]

"Not much. Some squabbling about trade. Not something the alliance regulates." Samuel motioned to a LT for him to poor the GI man some wine. "There ya go."