The WSAO Crisis [IC; CWS ONLY]

[Kottsuki]

THE WSAO CRISIS
A Commonwealth Society Roleplay

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THE MELIORIC
Morning Edition 24 I 02 I 2023

The Aderan Republic, Saint-Auguste and Britcan signed a new trilateral free trade agreement in Therinia today. The Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership (TMTP) contains measures to lower both tariff and non-tariff and barriers to trade between the three nations.

The TMTP supersedes the trade provisions of the bilateral Oldenbek agreement between Britcan and Saint-Auguste and signals a deepening of ties between the ARA and the two Albionian nations.

Speaking in Therinia, Princess Stéphanie I stated that she was pleased with the agreement and optimistic about the benefits it would bring to Saint-Auguste. Analysts believe that Saint-Auguste, as a member of both the WSAO and the TMTP, may attempt to act as a catalyst for an agreement between the two blocs. However, the issue of human rights is expected be a significant hurdle to any such negotiation.

24th of February, 2023;
Kottsuki Metropolitan Area, Takai Towers;

A dreary silence has engulfed the parliament council room;
Finally, councilor Tachibana spoke. "You can't be serious Shimamoto" he spoke with morbid seriousness in his voice, a rare exception to his otherwise carefree tone. "I will be the first one to admit, this development grants an uncomfortable perk to our rivals; however that is by no margin a reasonable reason to leave WSAO!"

"This is not just about this one incident mind you! Evidently, a precedent has been set for straying from core goals of the economic union, that small nations such as ours would cooperate closely in absolute neutrality, but that's no more than a throwaway catchphrase now; and that precedent was set by none other than us mind you! That economic deal we made with Acroticus last year was a completely provocative move, something like this was bound to happen. Of course, none of you here cared to listen to grumpy old me!" said the councilor as if he was a mentor berating his wards.

"Quit your whining!" exclaimed councilor Adachi. "Our deal with Acroticus gave a significant boost to our economy, and I need not mention, an upper hand over our rivals! Their market is simply too lucrative for us; it certainly wasn't unexpected that Saint-Auguste would try to level the playing field eventually. The real issue is the inclusion of Britcan."

Before Shimamoto could address Adachis insulting intrusion, he was cut off by Sato; "And what *about* Britcan?" he said condescendingly, "They are a unionist cesspool that's toxic for any major manufacturing corporation that concerns us. There's no R&D team that you can overwork enough to match the madly inflated labor prices over there."

"Britcan is my concern as well, Sato. They are a lucrative export target for us; their population consists of extremely wealthy consumers, which play an important role in keeping our advanced manufacturing sector prospering." exclaimed Tachibana thoughtfully, but continued; "and as such the decreased tariffs between Britcan and their next door neighbor we share a market with certainly does somewhat undermine our position. However leaving WSAO would be letting go of much influence we posses. It's out of the question! Ludicrous!"

"I have to agree with Mister Tachibana here" calmly exclaimed prime councilor Takemoto Tatsuo; "Leaving WSAO is not a wise response to this development. However, as Shimamoto pointed out, a fatal precedent is being set if we let this go unanswered."

"Well I want to leave this dreadfully time consuming meeting as soon as possible so, any suggestions?" said Adachi, clearly stating in his voice he thinks his fellow councilors are blowing this out of proportion. Silence engulfed the room once again.

"..Well. What if we were to remove Saint-Auguste from our shared market?" said Tachibana barely committing to his words. The silence continued, however this time everyone was looking at Tachibana.

"Way to keep investors confident Tachibana!" said Sato laughing.

Unlike Sato, Shimamoto took this suggestion seriously; "That would be a risky move, extremely so. Especially considering what I mentioned before, about us being the ones that opened this Pandora's Box. Not to mention, failing to actually accomplish it would leave us alienated within the WSAO. Speaking of which, the union would practically cease to have any semblance of cordial relations. We would be ex-lovers stuck in the same house, to put it poetically."

"We can make some deflection arguments against our deal with Acroticus, it doesn't matter. What truly matters is getting enough support within WSAO itself, which all things considered, I believe is not an impossible task. Batavie has complicated relations with a close ally of Saint-Auguste and their next door neighbor, Acroticus; and Demesetelis... could be swayed somehow I'm sure." said Adachi.

"Well, this is starting to look as if it could be the best course for us here. Although I can't say I like it one bit." commented Sato. "The Saint-Augustine market is not that relevant to us, everything they can offer we can get from Acroticus; and increased tariffs should actually benefit us in the long run, as long as we maintain our investment appeal at a high level. If we manage to pull this off, that is." he apathetically concluded.

"Very well" said Takemoto confidently getting up from his chair. "We will lodge a formal complaint regarding this development, and organize a WSAO session to discuss the possible removal of Saint-Auguste from the union. Meeting adjured."

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WHAT DOES THE FUTURE HOLD FOR THE WSAO ECONOMIC UNION?

WILL KOTTSUKIAN OR SAINT-AUGUSTINE DIPLOMATS PREVAIL IN THIS DIPLOMATIC GAUNTLET ?

WILL WSAO PREVAIL AS A UNION, OR WILL THE RUSTED CRACKS PROVE TOO MUCH, LEAVING IT'S MEMBERS SCATTERING TO FIND A NEW PATRON-DEFENDER AMONG THE GREAT POWERS ?

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[Kherkov]

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Reichskommissariat for the Exterior

The Kriegerberg
Gratberg
Kherkov

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A satisfying click echoed throughout the old wooden office as the Reichskommissar for the Exterior, the Admiral Duke Gottfried von Augustbach, clasped the lid of his fountain pen shut. He turned his attention to a touchscreen tablet on the antique wooden desk, gingerly pressing his fingers against the screen. “Blasted thing,” the Duke muttered, “Calligraphy’s taken a back seat since you came along.” Despite his demeanour and advanced age, the Duke was hardly considered part of the ‘old guard’ in modern Kherkov. Born the first son of the prominent Von Augustbach family in 1940s Kheria, Gottfried was no stranger to politics. Growing up in a Prukovian-dominated world, Gottfried would go on to become one of the most prominent figures of the pan-nationalist faction in Kheria, and supported Prukov in his role as Kherian Representative to the Imperial Confederation Association. He was one of the key architects of Kheria’s 1992 military coup in response to the establishment of an elected chamber, and his signature appeared on the official letter petitioning Prukov for aid after fighting broke out on the streets. Von Augustbach was the first Kherian noble to swear fealty to the Kaiser, and had been by his side ever since. Initially, much of the Prukovian military aristocracy distrusted the Duke due to his lack of service, aside from a short stint as an officer in the Kherian Navy. But he had the Kaiser’s favour, and that was enough for them to bury any doubts. After over twenty years of work as an Imperial Reichskommissar – and governmental suppression of local identity in favour of a unified Kherkovian one – Von Augustbach’s Kherian roots were no more than a footnote in the wider history of Kherkov. His calligraphy set, emblazoned with his family crest and the Kherian coat of arms, were part of the last remaining symbols of the Kherian nation left in the People’s Empire, along with the few other items the Kaiser had allowed him to keep. And with the invasion of modern technology in all aspects of Kherkovian life, even these were being made obsolete.

The Duke continued to fumble with the tablet as the doors to his office burst open and Crown Prince Adolphus sauntered in. This hardly phased Von Augustbach. The old statesman had been somewhat of a mentor to the Kaiser, having been with him since he ascended the Kherkovian throne, and so it was only natural the Kaiser would wish the same for his firstborn. He was used to regular meetings with the Crown Prince, and many – if not all – seemed to begin like this.

Foreign newspapers, magazines, and article cut outs slammed down on the Reichkommissar’s desk. “Goodness me, Your Highness, how did you come into possession of such contraband?” the Duke quizzed dryly, continuing to tap on the tablet screen.

“Just look at them, Gottfried.” The Crown Prince replied, unimpressed, as he took out his phone and began casting a video to the television in the room. It was a recording of foreign news broadcasts covering the regional backlash to the Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership. “Of course, undoubtedly the Reichskommisar for the Exterior has already seen them.”

The Duke finally placed the tablet down and looked up at the Crown Prince. “If that is the case, why has the Crown Prince deigned to grace me with his presence to present them to me?”

“Because I wanted to personally ensure that you are aware of the opportunity this represents, Gottfried.”

“And why are you so invested in this opportunity to salt the wounds between the LFN and WSAO, Your Highness?”

The Crown Prince turned away from the Duke’s gaze. “Because of exactly that. It’s an opportunity to put a sour taste in each of their mouths and improve our position.”

Von Augustbach said nothing.

Adolphus turned back to face him. “Because it’ll teach that bitch Dauphine a lesson!” He laughed. “I warned her this would happen if she strayed from her father’s path and sought to cosy up with those dogmatic liberals. She will reap what she has sown.”

The Duke smiled and shook his head. “Revenge should have no place in international politics, Your Highness. But of course, you are right – this is an opportunity that we should not ignore. And, by the sounds of things, we will barely have to lift a finger.”

“And what exactly does the Exterior have planned?”

“Quite simply, a letter. An open letter that all Krepost can see. We will let the WSAO know that we – and hopefully by perceived extension, the Pact – have taken note of these developments, and will be watching them with great interest. We will either have them admit to us, publicly mind you, that they support one of their own number pursuing further integration with the Commonwealth’s democratic crusaders - which should be anathema to any business leader looking to reap the benefits of economic links with Krepost - or, we will force them to act. Whichever they choose, there’s bound to be chaos.”

The Crown Prince smiled, and turned to leave the room. “Not bad, old man. Not bad for a Kherian!”

“I don’t think the Kaiser would be pleased to hear you say that, Your Highness,” Gottfried called after him light-heartedly, but Adolphus had already left the room. He looked over at his fountain pen. Taking out a small wooden box engraved with the Kherkovian Eagle, he placed the pen inside, returning the box to the desk drawer from whence it came, before resuming his work on the tablet computer.

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Kherkovian Imperial Communiqué
Reichskommissariat for the Exterior
To: The Offices of the WSAO in Willem Stad, the Representatives for Batavie, Demesetelis, and Kottsuki
CC: The Krepost Pact Nations (The Socialist Republic of Viperia), Krepost Observer States (The Imperium of Halleon, The Theocracy of Sanguinem Sanctorum, The Empire of The Blue Sakura)

To the Honourable Representatives for Batavia, Demesetelis, and Kottsuki,

In light of recent developments, and in the interests of clarity for ourselves and our allies, the People’s Empire of Kherkov believes it prudent to confirm certain matters with the Willem Stad Accords Organisation.

It was our understanding that the Organisation maintained a firm principle of ideological neutrality in international affairs. Recently, we have come to perceive this principle to be somewhat uncertain. It is a source of confusion that one of your members not only holds dual membership with the League of Free Nations – an organisation whose members have objected to the Krepost Pact on ideological grounds – but is pursuing further economic integration with said organisation.

Of course, it is not our place to dictate the values or actions of the WSAO, and we cannot speak for the exact individual position of every Krepost government. However, many of Krepost’s nations have collaborated or sought collaboration with WSAO powers based on the presumed principle of ideological neutrality. Therefore, clear action in affirmation or condemnation of this principle of neutrality would allow many Krepost nations to make informed decisions in their current and future dealings with WSAO nations.

Please accept my kindest regards in advance for resolving this confusion.

Signed,
Reichskommissar for the Exterior Duke Gottfried von Augustbach, Admiral of the Imperial People’s Navy.

[Saint-Auguste]

TVA HQ
Les Trois-Îlets
Saint-Auguste

"I don't understand it at all. Why is it okay for other WSAO countries to make trade deals, but not us? Why are they causing an international incident over something that doesn't change anything? Batavie has free trade with Britcan, Kottsuki has free trade with Acroticus, we already had free trade with Britcan, Acroticus was already in the WSAO's economic space... why all the fuss?" Caterine Bonheur, one of the top TVA political correspondents, asked the Foreign Minister Florentin Delon during an interview after the comments of the other WSAO nations hit the news.

TVA (Télévision Auguste) is the number one news network in Saint-Auguste, with over 200 correspondents based both in Saint-Auguste and abroad. Critics have accused the network of serving as a mouthpiece for the government, promoting a positive view of whatever the crown decides. TVA has also been accused of using its platform to promote a rosy view of the neo-colonial relationship with Saint-Auguste's former colonies, emphasizing the cultural ties between Saint-Auguste and its former colonies and downplaying the ongoing economic and political dependence of these territories on Saint-Auguste. Despite these criticisms, TVA has continued to enjoy a significant audience in Saint-Auguste and beyond. Its coverage of news and events in the region is widely watched, and its influence is seen as a major factor in shaping public opinion on a range of issues.

TVA HQ is a distinctive skyscraper located in the heart of Les Trois-Îlets' financial district. The building's unique design has made it a landmark of the city's skyline, and it has become one of Les Trois-Îlets' most famous and recognizable buildings. The building is clad in a glass and steel exterior that reflects the surrounding skyline, making it blend seamlessly into its surroundings. The building's interior is designed to maximize space and efficiency, with a central core containing elevators, stairs, and services. The floors are arranged in a series of double-deck "sky gardens" that provide open spaces for office workers to relax and take in the stunning views of the city. The building's design is also environmentally sustainable, with features such as a system of energy-efficient lighting, rainwater harvesting, and a central atrium that provides natural light and ventilation.

Florentin sat in the cosy studio wearing his classic navy suit and thin navy tie that seems to have become a part of his character. Being the youngest high-ranking minister in the government, he had a certain swagger about him, a je ne sais quoi that many in Saint-Auguste enjoyed. Many news outlets have suggested he may well be the Minister of State in the future. Florentin generally aligns with the old Dauphin Eugène way of doing business, which is why he has strong support from the business elites and conservatives, but criticized Eugène's decision to join the WSAO (then the SBD) and said that it "restricts the sovereignty of Saint-Auguste".

"It is important to remember that trade is a fundamental aspect of international relations, and it should not be subject to political manoeuvring or posturing. When nations engage in trade, it is a mutually beneficial relationship that can help promote economic growth and stability. It is not something that should be used as a tool to exert control or influence over other nations. Saint-Auguste is a free and independent nation, we have our own destiny and can make mutually beneficial trade deals with whoever we want." replied Florentin.

He paused for a brief moment, then continued "... but I think part of the problem is that some countries are just jealous of our success. They see us as a threat, and so they try to undermine us whenever they can. We just have to keep doing what we think is best for our country, and not worry too much about what other nations think. We can't let other countries dictate our foreign policy. We have to do what's in our best interest, and if that means making deals outside the WSAO, then so be it."

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Outside the National Council building
Les Trois-Îlets
Saint-Auguste

"Minister! What do you make of Florentin Delon's comments about the WSAO? Do you think we will be kicked out?" shouted a reporter whilst being bundled around by a sea of reporters and paparazzi.

The Minister of State, Jean-Paul Thévenet, was leaving a meeting with the leaders of every party in the National Council, and had already seen the interview on TVA. Stoic and calm, as was his nature, Jean-Paul moved towards the sea of reporters with an expression like nothing was happening at all. He replied to the reporter's question directly.

"We all have our own opinions about the current situation. Saint-Auguste is a valued and integral part of the WSAO, and it is best that we hold a meeting with our partners to move towards planning a prosperous economic future for all of our nations."

Jean-Paul signalled that is all he will be saying on the matter by a slight raise of his hand and a step back.

"But what if the other WSAO members vote to kick us out! Minister!" shouted the same reporter, leaning so far over the railing that he was almost horizontal.

Jean-Paul stepped into his black state car, with the door opened for him. Police sirens began to howl as the Minister of State was driven away, followed by several police motorcycles.

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[Britcan]

One week earlier:
Office of the Prime Minister
Lontwa, Britcan

Panem et circenses. Bread and circuses. That had been his father's favourite phrase. Abbott's father was never a frontline politician himself of course, but a decade of chairing the local association and many decades more running local campaigns in Turnton had given him a keen nose for politics. He still remembered how proud the old man had looked the night his son was elected.

Panem et circenses. That was the way conservatives won in Britcan. The nation was not predisposed to conservatism, but a booming economy was hard to argue with. Keep the economy growing. The people won't always love you, but they will love the prosperity you bring them. When it came to the polling booth who would vote to be poorer? The adoration of the crowd wasn't everything. His brother had never understood that, probably why he went into football coaching rather than politics.

Panem et circenses. The nations of the WSAO spoke that language. Abbott's predecessor had never understood that: seeing only the regressive social conservatism of Batavia, the unsubtle corruption in Demesetelis, the distasteful corporatocracy of Kottsuki. He saw the bigger picture: the billions of Pounars in GDP, the millions of consumers, the thousands of new jobs that could be created in every Britcani city.

Panem et circenses. The nations of the WSAO spoke that language. Or, at least, he had thought they did. The TMTP was meant to open a door but it seemed that some wanted to slam it shut. There seemed to be a faction intent on economic self-immolation over a perceived slight. They were fools, blind to the reality of the situation: Three hundred and fifty million Britcanis, two hundred and fifty million Acroticians, nearly a hundred million Saint-Augustines. Sabotaging access to markets of that size was dangerously foolish.

Panem et circenses. If they had forgotten that vital rule they would have to be reminded. Kottsuki had a trade deal with the ARA and their companies operated factories in both Saint-Auguste and Britcan, the corporatocrats would need to be reminded of that. The Batavians had been offered their carrot already, figuratively and literally with the discussion of agricultural imports. Demesetelis was the most intriguing prospect of the three, they would be in need of a more personal touch.

Abbott picked up the office phone and dialled for his secretary. "Margaret get the Business Minister on the line and set up a meeting with Hugo Wilson, thank you."

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Present day:
Koku!™ Bottling Plant
Stotmoor, Britcan

"-and this plant is a great example of that: positive trading relationships between nations are hugely beneficial to all involved." The Business minister stood on the floor of the plant, cans of beverages stacked neatly behind him to provide a backdrop. Visits such as these were usually routine: throw on a hi-vis vest, shake a few hands, make some generic remarks about job creation. He knew, however, that this was more than a simple factory tour: it was a reminder to Kottsuki that Britcan could be open to business.

Kottsuki's ambassador had been invited, naturally. That alone made it more than a normal visit as would the questions, undoubtably. The minister gestured towards a journalist in the second row. "Anika Burhan, Lontwa Times." Came the response. "Minister, are you concerned about the formal complaint from Kottsuki regarding the signing of the Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership?"

The minister smiled the warm smile that hand won him the Conservative nomination for his safe parliamentary seat. "Kottsuki has a trade deal with the Aderan Republic, they trade on WSAO terms with Saint-Auguste and they clearly recognise the benefits of trade with Britcan, the building in which we stand is testament to that. The new free trade deal is a natural extension of the existing agreements to which WSAO nations, including Kottsuki, are party." The Minister gestured at a second journalist as he finished speaking, avoiding any chance of a follow-up question.

"Elliot Sherrod, BTV News." The journalist in the third row said. "The Prime Minister recently met with the Batavian ambassador and discussed a deepening of trade relations, notably in the agricultural sector. Does this have the support of the Agrarian Union?" The Minister knew this was tricky ground. The Conservative Caucus's junior coalition partners were famously protectionist which it came to agriculture, the consequence of having a rural voter base. "All three parties signed up to the coalition agreement, which explicitly supported free trade. The Prime Minister is committed to that agreement and is in regular communication with the leadership of all parties regarding the implementation of it." He gestured to a journalist in the back row, again avoiding any chance of an awkward follow-up.

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Enchester Examiner Printing Press
Enchester, Britcan

Ka-chunk, ka-chunk, ka-chunk

Copies of the Monday-morning newspaper shot off the presses. The front page was dominated by a leak of the guestlist for the upcoming wedding of Prince James, the back page by an unexpected upset in the Britcani First Division. Those that delved into the politics pages found extensive coverage of the rumoured disquiet among the coalition partners over the negotiations with Batavia as well as in-depth analysis of the upcoming meeting of the WSAO. Few would notice the small story about Wilson-Peters, Britcan's largest shipbuilder, being awarded a ferry contract. Had their largest stakeholder not been a longtime donor to the Prime Minister it would not have even been worthy of column inches.

[Demesetelis]

The day of the TMTP announcement
Adnan Demesetelis Government Building
Camel Rider City, Demesetelis

The quite messy office of Aayan Demesetelis, Grand Head of Foreign Affairs, was clouded in cigar smoke this early morning, as it typically was whenever the Grand Head was in. Aayan was not often found in his office, but when his work day began at 6 am he could usually be found here getting his day started with a cigar while reading his morning briefing. Today's briefing was nothing special. A report of a pirate ship sunk in the Delph Sea, an upcoming royal Britcani marriage, and a briefing on the imminent TMTP agreement being announced today. Aayan skimmed over the former two entries but took a moment to read the third thoroughly. Hmmm, a new trade agreement, he thought. Aayan took a moment to rifle through his desk drawers and pull out the previous week's briefings. Nothing in here about that, quite a surprise that is. He pressed a button on the scuffed phone sat upon his desk and his secretary quickly replied.

"Yes sir?"

"Maya, do we have anything further on this TMTP agreement I see here in my briefing?"

"No, the ambassador to Saint August emailed us about 30 minutes ago, everything we received is included in the report."

"Alright then, thank you."

The Grand Head placed the phone back into its cradle, ending the connection. He spent another 30 seconds or so pondering the briefing before an alarm on his watch brought him out of his thoughts. It was almost time to head out for his first meeting of the day, a briefing with the Kottsukian ambassador in regard to the upcoming sale of surplus DMM-2 missiles. Gathering his briefcase and cigar case, the Grand Head placed the morning's briefing in his drawer with the others and set out for another typical day, not a thought more spared on the agreement or its sudden announcement.

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Later that evening
The Grand Ole Palace
Camel Rider City, Demesetelis

Caane Demesetelis sat at the head of a quite long mahogany dinner table located within the royal dining room. Today's dinner consisted of an 8-course meal, the plate before him hosting a haute cuisine version of a Demesetelian staple, barbequed ocelot. Covered in bbq sauce and topped with shaved truffle and gold flakes, the Sultan and his dinner guests heartily ate the succulent meat. He had received a crate of exotic marijuana that morning, and as such had the waiters pass out weed cigarettes to each quest to enjoy with their meal. Not all directly partook that evening, but the haze of smoke had even the wait staff holding back giggles as they cleared the current course and went about setting up for dessert. The family members sat at the dinner table changed each evening, with a sort of lottery being held to ascertain who would have the privilege of dining with the sultan that night. After the dinner course, a 15-minute break was taken to allow guests to take a restroom break, converse with their table mates, or just allow the rich food to settle. Caane prefers to use this time to catch up on the evening news, and as such picked up a newspaper from a gilded cart wheeled out as the plates were being collected and began to read, taking hearty puffs of his second or third marijuana cigarette as he turned the pages. His expression turned sour as he read through the third page, shaking the paper at Aayan sat to his right to get his attention.

"Aayan, what's this I'm reading about some trouble with a Saint Auguste trade agreement?"

"Oh, um, the TMTP thing?" Aayan replied, with bloodshot eyes and a quizzical look on his face. "Standard trade agreement stuff, nothing special I included it in your report for tomorrow morning."

"Nothing special?" The sultan replied incredulously."It sounds like this thing has caused quite a stir. I'm reading rebukings from both Batavia and Kottsuki here, with Kottsuki's being especially scathing."

"I heard Kottsuki is going to try to kick them out of the WSAO!" a niece sat further down the table butted in.

"And where would, you, have heard such a thing? "Replied Aayan, glaring at the niece, undersecretary to the Head of Sea Defense. She had read it in a gossip group chat, the source of the information being a secretary to the Kottsukian ambassador who happened to be walking past the Kottsukian parliament council room as a heated debate about this very subject carried on. Of course, these young folks tended to keep such avenues of gossip under wraps, so she turned away from the Grand Head, knowing that any further response would only draw his ire.

"Kick them out!?" Replied Caane. "Something so serious and I had not been informed? Explain yourself Aayan."

"Well sir, I was made aware of the agreement this morning, but I didn't see anything spectacular about it. Trade agreements happen all the time! I can't exactly say why this one has caused such a stir."

Breathing a deep sigh, the Sultan rose from his seat and spoke to the room.

"Please excuse me, I have some calls to make."

With that, he turned and briskly walked out of the room. As is customary, once the Sultan is finished eating the meal is over, so to the disappointment of the other diners, the staff began to collect the desert plates they had just started to set down. After bringing the plates back to the kitchen, the buzzed waitstaff descended upon the decadent ice cream and cookie wafer desserts with glee.

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5 A.M the next morning
The Sultan's Residence
The Grand Ole Palace
Camel Rider City, Demesetelis

The Sultan rose at 5 a.m, his internal clock waking him up at the same time each morning. After changing out of his bedclothes and donning a robe over his workout outfit, the Sultan made a stop at his bedroom's drink cart before exiting. Caane does not always drink first thing in the morning, but he has found that sometimes a stiff drink in the morning can wake him up better than any espresso can. After the long evening he had last night calling and making arrangements, an early drink is certainly in order. Pouring himself a whisky coke and taking a hearty gulp, he made his way towards the gym located a few doors down the hall. Caane entered the room, somewhat dreary, and was immediately assaulted with the smell of old sweat and Lysol. Further assaulting his senses was his trainer, Coren, cheerfully greeting him.

"Good morning my Sultan! I hope you are ready for a tough day! Today we are training glutes and calves. How exciting!"

"Yes, yes. Riveting isn't it." The Sultan took another sip of his mixed drink and sat it upon a nearby windowsill. After which he made his way to the machine his trainer was gesturing towards and began his daily workout. About 45 minutes later, the trainer's phone timer beeped, signaling the end of today's exercises. Wiping his brow with a cloth, the sultan stepped off the squat platform and made a beeline towards his drink on the sill, ignoring his trainers praises.

"Such a good workout today my Sultan! Calves of steel you have! Can't wait for tomorrow's session!"

Caane waved his praises away without a look back and took a sip of his drink, making a grimace when the watered-down liquid passed over his tongue. After tossing the drink, crystal glass and all, into a nearby wastebasket, he pulled out his phone and navigated to the app specially made for himself. Cyrus, one of his many nephews, had programmed this app a few years ago, tailoring it to the Sultan's daily needs. From here he could arrange for a snack, send a daily affirmation to the family, or even call for a drink to be delivered directly to him. The latter is the function he utilized this morning, alerting his staff that he required a fresh drink as he made his way back down the hall to his bathrooms. The app tracked his every move (much to the approval of his royal guard) so as he showered an aide silently slipped into the room and placed his fresh drink on the sink counter. Stepping out of the shower a few minutes later, Caane took the condensation-covered glass in his hand and drank greedily. After dressing and making his way to his office, he had barely sat down before his phone began to buzz. Picking up the pearl handset, he placed it to his ear without a greeting.

"My Sultan." Spoke his receptionist on the other end. For someone with the title 'receptionist', this woman, an elder cousin of The Sultan's, held an unprecedented wealth of knowledge about the nation's goings-on and anything else the Sultan may need to be informed of. "I would like to give you an update on the calls you made last night before you begin your day. The Batavian, Kottsukian, and Saint Augustine representatives have agreed to sit down with our respective ambassadors later in the week to discuss these recent developments. Also, I have here an invitation for you from a Britcani magnate. He has formally invited you to Britcan later this month for a party."

"A party with a Britcani magnate? How do I know him?" Caane replied with a quizzical but intrigued tone.

"Well, I don't believe you've met him personally, but we've done business with him before. His holdings are in everything from Banking to government military contracts to shipbuilding. We sold one of his companies ship-based targeting systems to help fulfill a Brticani government contract during the pirate crisis. I assume he's hoping to get in your good graces to perhaps purchase some DMM-3 missiles."

"Hah!" The Sultan let out a small laugh. "Those won't be handed out for a decade at least. Still.... some wining and dining with the Britcani elite can't hurt. Last time I was a guest of honor at one of their high society parties I had to purchase a second suitcase to bring home all the watches and jewelry I was gifted! Go ahead and confirm the party, and please let me know if you hear anything further on this TMTP business."

Hanging up the phone, Caane opened his daily briefing folder and began to read about various matters of state and international developments. He rolled his eyes once he got to the section on the TMTP agreement. A day too late, Aayan. He thought.

[Batavie]

Blauwe Kamer
Paleis Noordeinde
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia
24^th of February 2023

“Wilhelmina, I’ve just gotten off the phone with Peter. He’s just had his press moment and complained publicly about the TMTP.”

“Good, alright, it’s time to get the diplomacy ball rolling. Contact Kottsuki, I am sure they’ll jump on this bandwagon soon enough. Knowing their position on neutrality their parliamentary council will decide swiftly, Takemoto will certainly be calling for an emergency session later today. It does coincide with their presidency after all. We ought to make preparation in the WSAO-building to host all the entourages.”

“Alright, I’ll make sure to call Noah and have him make the necessary preparations for an emergency council.”

Willem walked back to his own office and picked up the phone, calling recently recalled permanent delegate to and former vice-chair of the Commonwealth Assembly Noah. “Willem so good to hear from you, how may I be of service?”

“Noah, hope your vacation is treating you well. Unfortunately, it’s going to have to be cut short. As you might’ve heard…” before Willem could finish Noah butted in. “Yes Willem, I’ve already made the necessary calls. We’re having whiskey cokes brought in by the crate, the finest wines are being bought and taken from the royal cellars and van der Meer & Zoons has been told to prepare for further catering. I’ve ensured a fine selection of WSAO-goods, including my personal favourite koku!, to be displayed in the reception hall and I’ve informed the Military Police to prepare for the incoming motorcades. The public transit authority is on standby to ensure our busses avoid the WSAO-security zone during this special session.”

As private ownership of cars is banned in the nation of Batavia, only public transport had to be rerouted. Even the nation’s elite use these public amenities, owing to a culture of humility inherited from Calvinist teaching. The only forms of semi-private transportation were the limousines and town cars afforded to some government officials.

”I am glad to see you’ve already made arrangements Noah. I’ll be in contact soon to give you your next task if you haven’t finished it by the time I’ve dialled your number.” Willem didn’t wait for Noah’s response and hung up the phone with a loud clunk. He respected Noah’s organisational ability, but his ambition and bravado didn’t fit the reserved attitude expected of Batavia’s political class. As Noah was eyed for a role in the executive government, his arrogance had to be knocked down a peg.

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Studio 3
Media park
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia
3 days before the special WSAO-session

”Welcome back to our exclusive panel discussion with on the one side, former Vice-Chair of the Commonwealth Society Noah Visser and on the other Michael Hawk, senior fellow at the Institute for Global Policy. Noah, you’re experienced in international diplomacy and your heroic actions in the taste of Deme with Grand Ole Sultan Caane Demesetelis will not soon be forgotten. Given your personal experience and strong bond with WSAO-allies, what do you make of our government’s reaction to the TMTP?”

“Well Mark, first, thanks for having me. It’s always a pleasure to be on here, especially with esteemed guests like Mike here. Obviously, I nor our government wants to see the WSAO dissolved. Kottsuki has made clear their intention to advocate for Saint-Auguste’s removal but that’s usually how these things go. You demand something more than you really want and ultimately settle for something less extreme. Granted, Kottsuki is likely to oppose further cooperation with the LFN, but we all know Kottsukian diplomacy is focused on making money. We have to understand fundamentally that this isn’t about the trade deal per se, it’s about the lack of notice and discussion. If you remember just a week ago the Grand Head of Foreign Affairs Aayan Demesetelis was asked about their dealings with Halleon and his response shows what irked our ambassador: they have always kept us updated on their developments. I like to say alliances are like a marriage, you ought to trust each other and communicate or you’ll end up with a divorce.”

“Mister Hawk, what do you think about Mister Visser’s analysis?”

“Mark, I must say I think Noah is downplaying how seriously Kottsuki is taking this slight. It’s clear to me they’d rather have the WSAO align more with the Krepost pact than the LFN, but they can’t afford to lose their business relations with Britcan and Acroticus either. I realise Noah probably won’t like it if I bring this up, but we have to remember that this special session is taking place at the same time as a military buildup of Demesetelian and Batavian troops on the western border with even Halleon’s ships being seen participating in thinly veiled training exercises. I think the true goal behind Batavia’s complaint was to feign outrage over this deal and gain security assurances over a potential conflict in Swanzi.”

“Noah, what do you make of these serious allegations? Is Batavia gearing up for war?”

“Mark, I must say it saddens me to hear this man I’ve been watching since his days as the Saint-Auguste correspondent of the Creatian times make up such outrageous claims. Batavia has no intention to militarily invade any country. Of course, we can’t rule out we might have to act defensively if we were to be attacked but the idea that we’d use a trade deal to cover up a war is ridiculous. Our troops train with Demestelis at least yearly and since Halleon now has a naval base in Calpurnia it’s only sensible that they train with us too. We’ve been working with Halleon against pirates since before I was even out of diapers. The problem at hand is the simple principles of trust and communication. Ideologically Batavia has always been right in between the LFN and Krepost, I don’t speak for our government but I can assure you the only foreign directive our diplomats get is to make sure our economic interests are secured and we don’t upset either of the great power blocs. I think mister Hawk here is being true to his name, whereas the government’s position is more akin to a dove.”

“Thank you for your response, Mister Visser. After the break, these two men will discuss how the Christian faith intertwines with international relations."

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Vriendschapsplein (Friendship square) 120, main WSAO-building
Reception hall, ground floor
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia
Sunday 12^th of March 2023

”No, no, no you can’t put the Koku! right next to the Vin du Sainte-Maire! And don’t you dare suggest putting it with the other Kottsuki products! This display is organised based on product type. Which re…” Maartje stopped herself from saying the word, although most in Batavia wouldn’t care the youthful staff of the WSAO-building would likely cause an HR-row over any scathing remark using discriminatory language. ”… stupid idiot thought ‘drinks’ was an appropriate category? Obviously, we must separate the wines from the beers, from the liquors, from the soft drinks and especially from the wide selection of waters. You there, show me the arms displays. If they put the models of the new DMM-3 Missiles with Saint-Auguste’s space programme display I swear…”

While Maartje was busy organising the entertainment, another staffer who just so happened to be her boyfriend was smoking a cigarette pondering whether to order 1 or 2 million sheets of paper. The WSAO-complexes go through almost 200.000 sheets of paper a day, owing to its nearly 5000 employees. He figured the diplomatic meeting would increase that number at least 6-fold. After putting out his cigarette, he walked back into the reception hall where he saw his girlfriend frantically yelling.

”Oh hey! Joost." at the sight of her boyfriend her demeanour suddenly changed. She walked up to him and gave him a kiss on his cheek and before he had time to respond she started frantically yelling again. Joost decided not to waste his breath and walked up to his office instead of greeting his girlfriend. Before sitting down on his cosy Clutch Pewdiepie Edition - Throttle Series chair he told his secretary to order an extra 3 million sheets of paper, better safe than sorry.

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Willem Stad Royal Airport
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia

Motorcades stand idling, some of the very few vehicles in Batavia that run on fossil fuels, waiting for their occupants to arrive. The highest dignitaries of the WSAO are expected to arrive any minute.

A large band stands ready to play the national anthem of each nation as they arrive. Flags, coats of arms and all other relevant ceremonial instruments are ready to be displayed when the correct characters walk down the ramps of their government planes.

Wilhelmina decided not to greet the heads of state at the airport, she would wait for them at the main WSAO-building. She sent the Commandant Strijdkrachten Johannes Gerardus Vermeer to the airport instead, the highest military official after the Queen herself. She wanted to be sure everyone understood the theme and importance of this special session of the royal council.

[Acroticus]

Aderan National News Network (ANNN)
Therinia, Acroticus
7pm The Day of Kottsuki's Filing

“And with that we will send it over to Mas Saerys for Global News. Mas?”

“Thanks so much. Tonight, Batavian military exercises continue along their western border. What representatives from nations across the region are saying is the cause. And a new strain of marijuana hits the international market. Has it reached Acroticus? But first, we sit down to discuss the new Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership with our guest, Quaestor of the Department of Defense, Mr. Trypho Atys. Thank you for joining us here today Mr. Atys.”

“Hi Mas, thanks for having me.” The Quaestor sat in a leather chair at the news desk, just a few meters from the host. He carefully placed his hands in his lap and the cameras panned over to show the larger news desk, a silhouette image of the city of Therinia in the background. “Good to be here.”

“Yes, Queastor Atys. Much has been made about this Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership. I’ll cut to the chase: What will the signing of this new agreement mean for Aderan families?”

“So, the Trans-Melioric Trade Partnership, or TMTP, is a grand, overarching agreement, if you will, that will provide Aderan companies with greater access to Britcani and Augustine markets. It aims to lower trade barriers, promote economic growth, and create jobs by increasing trade between the three countries.”

“That sounds all well and good, but Senator Palae Bulis, leader of the Socialist Party, said this agreement was too secretive, and will favor large corporations at the expense of Aderan workers and the environment. What do you have to say to that?”

“Well, I would say that the agreement was negotiated with the utmost transparency and public input. We held public hearings and consulted with a wide range of stakeholders, including labor and environmental groups. And as for the agreement favoring corporations over workers and the environment, that is simply not true. The agreement includes provisions that ensure workers' rights are protected and environmental standards are maintained.” Atys smirked with this. He had worked with Senator Bulis before; the loudmouth leader of the Socialist Party in the Curia had a consistent habit of putting his foot in his mouth. Had the Reds found someone less off putting to lead their party, they may have been able to seriously challenge the Acrotician Democratic Party. Fortunately for Atys, they seemed to be unable to get their act together.

“Got it. Well, what about the rest of the world’s reaction?”

“I think this agreement sends a sign to the rest of the region that the free world remains united. United not just morally, not just militarily, but economically as well. And countries who want access to the kinds of markets that only exist in free and democratic nations will have to account for that when doing business.”

“Sure, Quaestor, but what about the rest of the region? I just - it was announced just today that Kottsuki filed a formal complaint in the WSAO against Saint-Auguste for joining the TMTP. What is the administration’s plan to respond to this development?”

“Well, we do consider Kottsuki to be an economic partner as well, as the Aderan Republic just signed a trade agreement with them this past year. Look, we understand the WSAO’s need to protect their neutrality, and we honestly don’t think the TMTP in any way violates that.”

“So you’re not concerned about the complaint filed by the Kottsuki government?” The newscaster furrowed his brow at the Quaestor.

“Well, look, we take everything that comes from our overseas partners very seriously, and I’m sure that Saint-Auguste does as well. We are going to continue to have dialogues with our allies and partners, and I think everyone’s concerns will be addressed.”

“I see. Turning to Praetor Ostelia Maeren. Her office recently announced…”

[Kottsuki]

03:30 AM
Somewhere off the coast of Swanzi

The quiet hum of the plane's engines was the most soothing sound to prime councilor Takemoto Tatsuo. The lights in his cabin were turned off the long ago, but he had no intent on sleeping. He gazed upon the colossal Meriolic ocean which reflected the moon so brightly that it illuminated his cabin enough for him to be able to read his Britcani-manufactured mechanical watch. If someone were to witness this scene, they couldn't be blamed if they jumped to the conclusion that this scheming man was lost in deep thought, forging plans in this quiet furnace; but that wasn't true. All planning and scheming was done long before the kottsukian delegation set foot on the plane. There will surely be more to do once they land, however during the 8 hour flight, there would only be peace and quiet. As Takemoto looked out through the window, he thought about absolutely nothing. Instead, he let himself be completely submerged in the moonlight and the quiet hum of the engines. True peace and quiet was an extremely rare commodity back home, even for the filthy rich that are usually spared the prevalent struggles of the general population. The reason behind this was the ludicrous density of the Hawyon Pearls (major cities in the Bay of Hawyon) which condemned over one-third of kottsukian citizens to live like bees in a hive. Truly, no skyscraper could completely break the reality of life in Kottsuki, where the concept of privacy, at least in the most common sense, was foreign to most citizens; and where the prospect of peace and quiet, was foreign to everyone.

After a couple more hours of morgue-like ambiance, as if a wave of black spilled over the sea that had kept Takemoto's gaze occupied so far, the moonlit ocean gave way to pitch-black darkness. It was the coast of Swanzi, Batavia. This particular patch of coast wasn't populated much, as it was nothing more than deep jungle and steep mountains. Takemoto was sure that if he could've seen the land, it would unavoidably remind him of the climate back home.

05:00 AM
Willem Stad Royal Airport

The government jetliner touched down on the Willem Stad Royal Airport soon after the first light. The rising sun graced the cold tarmac as the plane's giant wheels screeched, announcing the delegations arrival. It was surprisingly bright for 5:00 AM, or so it seemed to Takemoto, who hasn't slept for the entirety of the flight. Just as the tarmac was doomed to turn piping hot during this bright march day, so was the temperature adequately set for the oncoming WSAO meeting. Personally speaking, Takemoto wasn't invested in this plan very much, not to say he didn't think a response was uncalled for, however he was anxiously enough, unsure as to what long term effects this crisis might have on Kottsuki and its economy. It appears that this time the protectionist sentiment prevailed in the parliament council; and so here they were, thousands of kilometers away from home in a country that considered its citizens almost as welcome as if they were their own, all because of WSAO; here they were trying to save it, or more specifically trying to keep the organization's direction in line with Kottsuki's fundamental interests. The threat to these interests was unmistakably Saint-Auguste. Kottsuki is a nation that has its entire economic base founded on exploiting lucrative export markets, and as such, making their arch rival's ability to access a shared market even a bit more difficult would go a long way to secure the future and trust of investors who in big part uphold the existing political order. That certainly made logical sense, however for that to happen they had to increase the temperature. Only as the boiling water starts bubbling, can any meaningful long term change be made. If this issue wasn't blown to such proportions, it perhaps would've died down through some token amendments, or none at all; and a couple of years later, another similar incident would surely sting the council once more. That is the reason as he saw it, that justified this extremely risky course of action imposed upon his shoulders by his fellow councilors.

The kottsukian delegation arrived second. Through the window, Takemoto could see the obnoxiously luxurious jet on which the delegation of Demesetelis arrived. Takemoto was never a person to cherish extreme luxury. Naturally, he sought endless comfort for himself and his family like any other self-respecting kottsukian businessman, however he was repelled by people that had too much money to spend, and made sure the world knows it. Gold cars, when it only served to hide the car's finer details in its glow; platinum fountains, in places where marble or other fine stones would've been plenty enough. Takemoto saw it all in his line of work, and he saw no point in it at all.

The plan was for all delegations to leave the airport together at around 6:00 AM with the first proper light, as a way to symbolize unity perhaps. The kottsukian delegation had no problem with this, although they did consider it a bit unnecessary, as all the delegations were forced to carefully calibrate their takeoff times as so there wasn't much annoying waiting around.

As the orchestra played a joyful Batavian march, the kottsukian delegation descended down the stairs. In the lead, naturally, was prime councilor Takemoto Tatsuo, undoubtedly the highest ranking government official in Kottsuki. He was followed by two other distinguished statesmen; councilors Adachi Minoru and Sato Tadashi. That was the composition of the kottsukian delegation, alongside some nameless assistants. Commandant Strijdkrachten Johannes Gerardus Vermeer shook hands with each of them and made sure to express his best wishes for further cooperation between their two brotherly nations. They stood before an orchestra which played the Kottsukian national anthem. The delegation entered the motorcade, and after some time, they set off for Vriendschapsplein.

The thick jungles of Batavia were just barely tamed along the road they were heading down, rows of palm trees followed them on each side of the avenue. Soon they arrived at the WSAO building. Its been a minute since any of the delegates had been there. There was naturally a glorious reception hosted by none-other than Queen Wilhelmina herself. This was Takemoto's first meeting with the queen since 2021. Interestingly enough, that meeting was also in regards to WSAO, when Kottsuki tried to pass the doomed article F, that was shot down by none-other than Saint-Auguste.

"Prime Councilor, welcome! I hope you had a safe and comfortable flight."

"Your Majesty, thank you for this warm reception, we all feel truly welcome. The flight was very pleasant indeed, its always a treat to travel to your beautiful country."

"Well I hope you know you are welcome to treat yourself to a vacation here anytime, its unfortunate you only come on business." Exclaimed Wilhelmina in a friendly manner.

"I'm afraid business is all I have time for your Majesty, but your hospitality rarely makes a business trip feel like work, and for that you have my admiration."

"Oh Prime Councilor, I forgot how good at flattery you can occasionally be." They both let out a friendly laugh. Wilhelmina had no idea just how true the words that left Takemotos mouth were. He had over eight hours of rest; no papers, no headaches, just him and the hum of the engines. This doesn't happen often. How thankful he was that Batavia was so far away.

Before they entered the main hall, Queen Wilhelmina shook hands with the other councilors as well. She made some quick remarks, but it was obvious who she considered in charge of the delegation. Still, contrary to appearances that wasn't completely true. The three councilors and their assistants needed to work together to get through this crisis without major damage and hopefully better off than they were before. They weren't unaccustomed to this type of pressure, but that doesn't mean they could conceptualize the end of the tunnel just yet. Foreign affairs are a fickle ting; thankfully, so were they. The next couple of hours they spent freely walking around the reception hall, however they didn't sample any of the, admittedly very neatly arranged products. Takemoto was mostly walking around with his two colleagues, eyeing up the other delegations' behavior; who were they talking to, for how long, and even in what tone. They made mental notes and brainstormed ideas discreetly for most of the reception. The scheming continued that night in their quarters, except for dinner, when the delegates let themselves enjoy the fine Batavian cuisine that had been so carefully prepared for them.

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11AM of the next day, first official day of the session
WSAO Building, Council Room

The presidency of WSAO rotates every month, and it just so happens that the presidency this month is held by none other than Kottsuki. Needless to say, this wasn't an accident. Among other things, it meant that Kottsuki got to hold not just the opening speech regarding the issue, but the first speech of the entire conference, except of course for the welcoming speech Queen Wilhelmina held the previous day. The kottsukian delegation decided to split the speeches; Takemoto would take the lead with his general opening speech, after which he would yield the floor to the president, who would then yield it to Sato Tadashi, who would then finally expand on the issue at hand.

"Honorable delegates of the Willem Stad Accords Organization; we would like to begin by thanking our Batavian allies for giving us this wonderful and warm welcome, and we hope that the high spirits and friendly relations we all experienced yesterday continue throughout the proceeding couple of days ..." Takemoto continued by thanking personally the most relevant actors from each delegation for attending and sprinkled it all with pleasant words like 'allies', and to top it all off, he didn't shy away from blatant flattery in form of barrage of adjectives before addressing each person he considered held any weight in this discussion.

"Let us address the elephant in the room. We are not discussing mere infrastructure plans today, we are discussing the very future of our organization ..." Certain delegates already started rolling their eyes, but surprisingly Takemoto didn't try to push his agenda during this speech, which was quite frankly uncharacteristic to the otherwise opportunistic and blatant approach kottsukian diplomats were known to take. Well, this time it was not just any diplomat, and Takemoto knew that this situation is best approached with lubrication, not brute force. He also knew that as of entering this room, every man and woman looked upon Kottsuki for an explanation for the rigorous screaming they did in order to bring this issue to the floor. They would get their explanation, but first they needed to be reassured that Kottsuki is here to talk, and not demand.

"...and because of this undoubtedly serious matter, we as the holders of the presidency this month feel shame for the tensions vividly present today in this room. Even so, we believe it is only natural for there to be tension when discussing a topic of such importance, and for this we feel pride, because discussing these topics is the halfway point to a solution. We still urge all delegations to remember the core tenants of our organization and to show the deepest understanding for their fellow speakers ..." He continued confidently. Some faces in the crowd looked intriguingly surprised; some bored, realizing this speech changes nothing; and some were ignoring it altogether, instead writing notes or looking at their laptops.

"Without further ado, I would officially like to open this Willem Stad Accords Organization session." He gracefully hit the mahogany hammer announcing the official start of the session. Most delegates started applauding, although rather noticeably, not everyone. "I hereby conclude my speech and yield the floor to the council president Watanabe Kyou."

"The presidency thanks the Prime Councilor for his beautiful speech, and we have nothing else to add other than to reinforce our hope that this conference goes along smoothly and in a diplomatic manner. The topic of today's discussion was raised by the honorable delegation of Kottsuki, titled; "The jeopardization of the organization's purpose as the cause for termination of membership of Saint-Auguste". We will now begin hearing the opening speeches of each delegation regarding this issue, beginning with the honorable delegation of Kottsuki. The presidency hereby yields the floor to the honorable delegation of Kottsuki."

Sato Tadashi calmly got up from his chair, and briefly waited for the president to turn on his microphone.

"We thank you for the floor. Honorable allies, we humbly thank you for your presence, and it is our hope that you will listen to what we have to say attentively and with understanding. We would like to start off by saying that we consider every member of our organization a brotherly nation, and for this claim I will specifically refer to Saint-Auguste." He turned towards the Saint-Augustine delegation, and exchanged glances with Florentin Delon. He continued. "We are an organization of vastly different nations. It would be an understatement to claim that the cultures of Saint-Auguste and Kottsuki are worlds apart. So one might wonder what is it that keeps our organization so firmly together? Why, it is the most noble goal of all, independence! Independence in sovereignty, economy, culture, and every other aspect of governance is easily threatened by the side-effects of otherwise beneficial embracement of globalism. The people of our nations came together to form this organization, because they felt their way of life, and their independence is threatened, and they felt rightfully so! Its a very simple truth that big nations will unavoidably benefit and swell over any small nation that decides to open its market to them. In light of this, it is the official stance of our delegation that we cannot overstate how much WSAO is necessary for our survival as truly independent nations! Let us reiterate what our organization stands for; we stand for the preservation of independence of non-aligned nations. How can we do this then, when certain members of our organization integrate themselves in foreign blocs of power? We are of course referring to the fact Saint-Auguste is a fully fledged LFN member. We personally consider LFN nations close partners, most notably the nation of Acroticus, and we reaffirm that we consider it a right of every sovereign country to enter the LFN or other similar organizations, however Saint-Auguste is a WSAO member, and a signatory of the Willem Stad Accords, the collection of legally binding documents keeping our organization in order, which explicitly forbids it! Allow us to begin by quoting Title I, Point 2 of Article B;

'The WSAO shall set itself the following objectives:
-to assert its identity on the international scene, in particular through the implementation of a common foreign and security policy including the framing of a common defence policy;'

Now, how can anyone claim that WSAO has a united foreign policy if one of our members is part of the LFN. Shall we ask Krepost nations if they consider us a neutral bloc? Kottsuki certainly doesn't want to alienate Krepost nations, not without them threatening our members, which mind you they aren't! The only way any argument could be made that Krepost is threatening a WSAO member is by proxy; i.e. the nation of Saint-Auguste has a defense pact with a nation on the Kherkovian border, Britcan! Let us continue quoting the Accords; Title II, Sub-clauses B of Article B states;

'For the purposes set out in Article A, the activities of the WSAO shall include, as provided in this Treaty and in accordance with the timetable set out therein:
(b) a common commercial policy;'

Tell me, honorable ladies and gentlemen, is this what a common commercial policy looks like? We finally get to mention the TMTP that you all must've heard so much about in the last couple of days. The enemies of our organization's values were quick to accuse us of overreacting, but like we mentioned before, our issue is not necessarily with the deal itself, it is a culmination of many other ambiguous incidents that finally led us to believe that we cannot claim to stand by our own signatures, unless we intervene. We will mention once again that we consider Saint-Auguste a brotherly nation, and we affirm that we will support a granting of an observer status if their membership does end up getting withdrawn; however we firmly believe that their ties to the LFN sphere go too deep at this point, for their membership to continue. In light of that claim we make with a heavy heart, we will quote the Willem Stad Accords one last time, after which we shall conclude our speech. Title III, Article B;

'Any non-aligned State may apply to become a Member of the WSAO. It shall address its application to the Council, which shall act unanimously.'

We believe this article is the most sacred out of all other articles in the Accords, and it is our mournful belief that it has been treadled over the most. We hereby conclude our opening speech, and yield the floor back to the presidency."

(Written in collaboration with Batavia Saint-Auguste and Demesetelis)

[Saint-Auguste]

Beauharnais Palace
Les Trois-Îlets
Saint-Auguste

The Dauphine was sitting in her chambers, looking out the window at the beautiful gardens of the palace. Her new personal assistant, Audrey, entered the room and curtsied.

"Your Highness, I have received word from the government that they have chosen the members for the delegation. They are asking if you will you be attending?" Audrey asked.

The Dauphine sighed, "I don't know if I should go. I don't want to stifle the delegation."

"But Your Highness, you know that attending this mission is crucial for our country's relations with our WSAO partners. And besides, it would be a great opportunity for you to represent our nation and show your diplomatic skills." Audrey replied.

The Dauphine smiled, "Thank you, Audrey. But even so, I still feel unsure."

Audrey paused for a moment, "Your Highness, may I suggest something? You know that Queen Wilhelmina will also be attending the mission. Perhaps, if you were to attend, you could have the opportunity to speak with her and strengthen our historic relations with Batavia."

The Dauphine's eyes widened at the mention of Queen Wilhelmina, "You're right, Audrey. Queen Wilhelmina is a great ally and trusted friend, and I would love to see her again. I will attend the mission."

Audrey curtsied once more, "Very well, Your Highness. I shall make all the necessary arrangements for your journey."

As Audrey exited the room, Stéphanie felt a sense of relief and excitement. She may have been unsure before, but now she had a clear purpose for attending the mission. She would represent her nation, strengthen their alliances, and have the opportunity to speak with Queen Wilhelmina. Florentin would do most of the heavy lifting in discussions anyway, she thought. It was time to prepare for the journey ahead.

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Les Trois-Îlets Royal Airport
Saint-Auguste

The sun had just begun to set over the horizon as the delegation arrived at Les Trois-Îlets Royal Airport. The tarmac was bustling with activity, as private jets and commercial airlines jostled for position. But amongst the chaos, there was one plane that stood out - a luxurious Boeing 787 Dreamliner emblazoned with the royal crest of the Dauphine, the Dauphine's private plane. The aircraft originally build to carry 255 people had been rebuilt to carry 40 guests, with one third of the plane being a dedicated space for the Dauphine with a master bedroom, private bathroom, and private dressing area.

As the delegation approached the aircraft, they were greeted by Stéphanie's personal team of immaculately dressed flight attendants. They were ushered onto the plane and immediately felt the opulence of their surroundings. The interior of the plane was adorned with plush leather seats, elegant chandeliers, and state-of-the-art technology. As they settled into their seats, glasses of chilled champagne were presented to them. The Dauphine entered the cabin, smiling warmly at each of them as she made her way down the aisle. She took her seat at the head of the plane and began to speak.

"Welcome, everyone," she said. "I am delighted to have you all on board for this important diplomatic mission. We have a long journey ahead of us, but I promise that it will be a smooth and beautiful experience."

And indeed it was. As the plane soared into the sky, the delegation was treated to the best food that Saint-Auguste had to offer. The aroma of freshly baked croissants, rich espresso, and exotic fruits filled the cabin. The flight attendants presented platters of delicate pastries, succulent seafood, and perfectly cooked steaks. But the real highlight of the flight was the wine. The Dauphine had spared no expense in selecting the finest vintages from Saint-Auguste. Glasses of rich Bellefontaine, crisp Sainte-Marie, and smooth Roseau Valley reds were poured liberally. Each glass was a work of art, and the delegation savoured every sip. As they ate and drank, the delegation discussed the intricacies of their upcoming negotiations. But there was also time for laughter and relaxation. They took turns marvelling at the stunning views outside the window, watching as the sun rose over the ocean. When they finally landed in their destination, the delegation felt both invigorated and relaxed. They had experienced the height of luxury and had bonded over shared experiences. The Dauphine had truly made this journey a smooth and beautiful experience, one that they would never forget.

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Willem Stad Royal Airport
Batavia

As the Dauphine and the Saint-Augustine delegation arrived in Batavia, Stéphanie was warmly welcomed by Queen Wilhelmina. The two women hugged each other tightly, and Wilhelmina exclaimed, "It's so good to see you again, my dear friend. It's been too long!"

Stéphanie smiled, nodding in agreement. "Yes, it has been a while," she said, "I'm so happy to finally see you again!"

Wilhelmina giggled to Stéphanie and said, "Do you remember the last time we saw each other? In that hotel room high off our tits on LSD?"

The Dauphine let out a laugh, "Of course I do! Two girlboss leaders living their best life!"

Wilhelmina's left eyebrow raises at the modern parlance of her Saint-Augustine counterpart, brushing it off as some youthful slang she quickly responds "Yes of course, we're girls and the boss after all!"

They both chuckled at the memory, Wilhelmina continued, "We drank so much that night, I don't think we even left the room!"

Stéphanie smiled, "Well, I'm sure we'll find some way to have fun while I'm here."

The Queen nodded, "Absolutely. We'll show you the best of Batavia, and make sure you have a wonderful time here."

Stéphanie felt a sense of warmth and comfort. She knew that she was in good hands with Wilhelmina. Florentin Delon and his delegation team greeted Wilhelmina in a more formal manner, bowing as they approached her. Minister of State Jean-Paul Thévenet was not in the delegation team as he was on leave in Anse La Raye, taking a break on his mega-yacht.

Written with permission from Batavia

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WSAO Building, Council Room
Willem Stad
Batavia

Florentin Delon was sitting with his team of around a dozen aides, several of them tapping away on their phones during the opening statements from the Kottsukian delegation. During the speeches Florentin had raised his eyebrows, shook his head, and held his head in his heads more times than Takemoto said the word 'allies'. Florentin already knew the kind of arguments that would be put forward in support of kicking out Saint-Auguste from the WSAO and had pre-planned responses. While Florentin was not the biggest fan of the WSAO, he would not stand for anyone trying to forcibly remove Saint-Auguste from any organisation.

Once the presidency had given the floor to the Saint-Augustine delegation, Florentin immediately stood up and begin his speech.

"Honourable members from across the WSAO, I will join my Kottsukian friends in thanking the people of Batavia for a very warm welcome and for the typically excellent Batavian hospitability. I would say that it is delightful to be here today however this is not the case. Today's topic is called "The jeopardization of the organization's purpose as the cause for termination of membership of Saint-Auguste", so I'm sure you are all not shocked to hear me say that we believe this is a gross over-reaction to a trade deal which in reality does not change anything other than making trade between Saint-Auguste and Acroticus a bit smoother. It is a shame that Saint-Auguste has been accused of jeopardising the WSAO. As a founding member of this organisation we only wish to see it thrive and prosper."

Florentin raised his arm and gestured towards Sato Tadashi. "I echo the honourable gentleman's statements regarding independence, I too believe in the independence of all of our nations, independence to pursue our own destiny, unfortunately the Kottsukian delegation is attempting to remove such independence from a fellow WSAO member, by accusing us of making a trade deal that they do not approve of. What a crime! A trade deal! Cuff me immediately! Put me behind bars for having my nation's best interest at heart! Honourable members, excuse my passion, but it is quite hypocritical of Kottsuki to cause an international incident over an act that they themselves have committed! I would like to remind all honourable members of the Hawyon Agreement that eliminates tariffs between Kottsuki and Acroticus, the exact same deal that Saint-Auguste has just made with Acroticus. The rest of the WSAO was not aware of the Hawyon Agreement until it was already on the news. Not an eyebrow was raised, no international incident was made, no emergency WSAO meeting was held. What happens when Saint-Auguste makes the same deal with Acroticus? We all know the answer to that question. Chaos. Perhaps we should also have a session to discuss "The jeopardization of the organization's purpose as the cause for termination of membership of Kottsuki"? In regards to the part Britcan plays in this deal, Britcan and Saint-Auguste already had free trade, as do Batavia and Britcan, so you understand what I mean when I say: this deal changes nothing. Our economic space has not changed. This is the main reason why Saint-Auguste did not have to inform the WSAO, because it does not effect any of the other members.

Florentin took a few moments to consult his notes and continued. "Saint-Auguste is a founding member of the WSAO, and of the LFN. Saint-Auguste has been a full member of the LFN since it's formation in 2002. It is interesting to me that the honourable gentleman has such a problem with this, yet when Demesetelis opens the Calpurnia Naval Base, a joint military navy base with Halleon, no questions are asked. It is curious indeed. It is a matter of national security that Saint-Auguste remains a member of LFN, and as an independent sovereign nation we have every right to protect our citizens from global powers. I would also like to remind the honourable delegation of Kottsuki that within the WSAO Saint-Auguste is your largest market, you are shooting yourself in the foot. Merci beaucoup."

Florentin sat back down to the sound of applause from the Saint-Augustine delegation.

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[Britcan]

One week earlier
Forde House,
Hackshire, Britcan

The weather was surprisingly pleasant. Usually Britcan could be expected to offer an appealing selection of light drizzle and overcast skies, but Spring had kindly offered a few days of sunshine. It was on days like this were Forde House really shined. The country retreat of the Prime Minister hadn't seen much use under Rooke, who had always felt uncomfortable in the old manor house. Abbott, in contrast, loved the privacy and the ability to get away from the frenetic pace of Lontwa. It was also perfect for holding more discrete meetings.

A helicopter touched down on the front lawn, it's tail bearing the insignia of Demesetelis. In recent days the Britcani diplomatic corps had been franticly exchanging messages with their counterparts in Camel Rider City. A helicopter had been temporarily loaned to the Sultan's for his personal use, meeting his jet on the airport tarmac to enable travel in comfort across Britcan. Men like Caane appreciated good hospitality.

As the rotor began to slow, a carpet was swiftly unrolled across the lawn. A smartly-dressed guard opened the door, stepping aside and standing to attention. Abbott, standing at the entrance of the house, adjusted his tie. Wilson had played his part perfectly, providing the cover of a private business meeting to get the Sultan to Britcan. Once that was in place then it was only polite for the government to invite the Sultan for a meeting on the way, purely a matter of courtesy of course. Abbott was thankful the King was on his visit to Kiaca this week, there would be all sorts of uncomfortable questions about this meeting.

A smartly dressed man emerged from the helicopter: The Sultan’s head of security, and younger brother, Caleb Demesetelis. He took a moment to scan the environment before stepping aside and clasping his hands in front of him. The Sultan exited after him, taking a moment to breathe deeply the pleasant spring air. The brothers shared features, but were easily told apart. Caane stood a head taller, and while his brother’s suit was sharp it was worn. Caane’s on the other hand was immaculate, probably freshly tailored for this visit. It was also accentuated with gold wherever possible. Gold buttons, gold cuff links, a gold tie clip, when added to the various gold rings and necklaces he wore, the Sultan could be mistaken for a bullion ship. Some would call it gaudy but if you were ever to get close enough to examine the pieces you would see the intricate nature of their design, even the buttons had swirling patterns etched into them, and they gleaned as the Sultan began his walk to greet Abbott.

The Demesetelian formal greeting can be a daunting prospect to foreigners, the angle and complexity of the bow is tied to the status of the participants. Being even an inch too high would imply disrespect to the other party, where an inch too low would signify weakness. As the guests, the Sultan and his brother bowed first. The Sultan only bowed when he wished, and only to sovereigns and heads of government as a gesture of mutual respect. Being a head of government but not a sovereign, Caane’s bow to the Prime Minister consisted of a slight nod of the head. If he were not a senior member of the Sultanate, Caleb’s bow would have been a full traditional bow, but commensurate to his position and that of the Prime Ministers his bow was angled at the waist but reserved. Abbott responded with a deep nod towards The Sultan and a slight one towards his brother, perfectly executed.

With the choreography of respect over with, Abbot guided the pair through the manor to a richly furnished drawing room. Leaving the two to their discussion, Caleb took his post in the hallway outside the room standing stiffly hands once again clasped in front of him.

"You're a bourbon man aren't you?" Asked Abbott, opening up a well-stocked liquor cabinet. "I've just got in some Pappy Van Winkle and Booker's if you'd like a drink?" He produced two crystal glasses.

“Pappy would be fine. I have to say the weather here has been exquisite. Thanks for turning the sprinklers off for me, my suit doesn’t fare well in the rain.” Smiling at his own joke, the Sultan accepted the glass of bourbon and moved to the seat Abbot had signalled towards.

"It's good of you to stop by, Sultan." Said Abbott as the two settled into their seats. "I hear you are meeting with Hugo Wilson later?"

Caane sipped his drink. "Yes indeed, Prime Minister. You must know Hugo surely? He has been a rather generous donor to your campaigns I hear. Having friends such as him is always a pleasure." He smiled knowingly at the Prime Minister.

"Yes, he is a supporter." Replied Abbott, matter-of-factly. Sultan Caane seemed like a man who knew what he was about. Abbott could work with this...

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The section above was written in collaboration with Demesetelis.

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Present day,
Ministry of Foreign Affairs,
Lontwa, Britcan

It was a frantic day but Chambers looked composed. She had been up since the early hours preparing for the conference. As the spin doctor for the Britcani government she had no access to the meeting, which was strictly open only to the WSAO delegations. Thankfully for Chambers, she had a good team and they had managed to find a source on Delon's staff. She pressed the phone to her ear as an aide relayed the details received by their source. She motioned for the nearest press officer to take notes and laid the phone down on the table.

"You're on speaker. Lets go through this point by point, we need to get our press releases out."

The summary of the opening exchanges, or rather the Britcani spin on them, began to land in the inboxes of journalists within the hour. The team knew the value in getting their message out first. It was much easier to set the narrative than to change it later. They painted the delegation from Kottsuki as being hopelessly out of their depth, their objections either being hypocritical or unfounded.

Chambers had succeeded in getting friendly experts booked on various shows throughout the rest of the day to opine on the ongoing negotiations. The multitude of screens in the press office showed streams of the various channels.

"Franchement, je pense que Sato peut-être dépassé par les événements." Spoke a voice in fluent Augustine-accented French. Chambers found the remote and turned on the subtitles. "He apparently tried to suggest that the conditions written for an enlargement of the WSAO should effect the position of a founding member. Two years have passed since the signing of the Accords. Two years! Is he so arrogant as to think he has been the only one to notice Saint-Auguste has been a member of the LFN the whole time?"

"If these reports are to be believed then the argument from Kottsuki is honestly laughable." Came the voice from BTV News. "If they truly believe Title I grants the signatories a veto on the foreign relations of one another then that equally applies Kottsukian trade deals, including the Hawyon Agreement, but also their cultural exchanges with Kherkov."

"From the reports we've had Sato sounds like a broken record." The subtitles on a third monitor read, translating the Dutch words of the Batavian broadcast. "All WSAO nations have trade deals. I believe the deal between Britcan and Batavia is one of mutual benefit. If the position of Kottsuki is that the common commercial policy clause forbids trade deals with external nations then that puts the economies of all the WSAO states in jeopardy."

Chambers smiled. She loved this job. When the negotiators left the room for the day and headed back to their corners, like boxers after the first round, they would look up to the crowd and see that a baying media had already told them who had won and lost.

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Saint-Auguste and Batavie were consulted on references to their nations in the section above.

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[Kherkov]

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Meeting Room I

RKB Valentin Building
Gratberg
Kherkov, some days after the Imperial Communiqué

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After the fog rose, the glass skyscrapers of Gratberg’s financial district glinted in the early morning spring sun, as if they were colossal mirrors touching the heavens. The view from the Reichskonsortialbank Valentin Building, the tallest of all in the district, was one of endless city, Gratberg’s urban sprawl reaching to the horizon and beyond. Even at this early hour, the city was alive with activity, trains and buses delivering the early bird commuters to every nook and cranny of the metropolis. National flags flew from nearly every rooftop and in nearly every street. Screens across the city played videos of marching soldiers or encouraging words for the coming workday. Military helicopters sailed across the skyline every so often, ever vigilant to any breach of the peace.

A luxurious black saloon car, complete with blacked out windows and flanked by various military vehicles, entered the financial district. Such a sight was hardly out of the ordinary. Passers-by would assume it was a government or military – more than likely, both – official, on their way to some important meeting. Civilian cars and public transportation pulled over to allow the motorcade through, which was now rapidly approaching the RKB skyscraper.

Von Augustbach waited patiently in the meeting room, the tailcoats and starched collars of his delegation starkly contrasting with the modern room. Smoking cigarettes, the men checked their touchscreen watches as they prepared for the exact second the meeting would begin. Technology had moved on, politics had moved on, but Kherkovian dress would forever remain stuck in the early 20th century. The table was adorned with computers, smartphones, and papers on the Kherkovian side, while various food, drink, and tobacco faced the opposite side, presented toward the door, ready to be taken by the delegation that was rapidly approaching in the motorcade.

Thanks to the building’s high speed lift, it did not take long for the Kottsukian delegation to stride through the doors of the meeting room. The group of Dishliners was led by Ambassador Nakajima Hisashi, who had a smile on his face as he met with Von Augustbach. The men first bowed, and then shook hands in recognition of their cultural traditions.

“Guten morgen, Reichskommissar.” The Kottsukian Ambassador began, his Kherkovian accent finely honed after years in the People’s Empire, “a pleasure, as always. My government is taking your letter very seriously.”

“Hisashi-san, dōzo yoroshiku onegai itashimasu.” Replied the Duke, in less-than-perfect Kottsukian. “That is comforting news. I knew our perspectives would align.”

While perhaps more socially conservative than some of his peers – which would explain his posting to Kherkov - Hisashi was a typical Kottsukian. At social gatherings, he was jovial, and gladly sampled the free-flowing Kherkovian beer as he ranted about unions and the lower classes. But, when it came to business, he was deathly serious. As soon as he sat down on the meeting chair, he was possessed, his smile fading near instantaneously as he equipped his spectacles and was handed a set of papers by his aides.

“My government believes that the plan detailed in these documents will greatly strengthen our position in Willem Stad, Your Grace.” Hisashi continued to speak, briefly pausing to pass documents across the table. “If we cooperate, we can… achieve our mutual goal of… ensuring the independence of the WSAO from the LFN.”

Von Augustbach stared at the papers he had been passed, before handing them to aides who hurriedly scanned the documents and displayed them across the meeting room’s screens. “I’m listening, Hisashi.”

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The ageing Duke watched again as the black car departed the financial district. He hadn’t said a word since the meeting finished, lost in thought. After a prolonged silence, one of the more senior aides spoke.

“Your Grace? That went well, did it not? Fairly minor alterations – to already established plans – considering the reward?”

Von Augustbach did not respond for a moment. It was almost as if he was waiting for the car to escape his vision before doing so. When it finally did, he turned to face the aide with a smile. “Truly, you are one of my most promising students, Lehner. Hurry now, get the phone. I must speak with the Kaiser.” Lehner prepared the landline and handed it to the Reichskommissar. It did not ring for long.

“Good morning, Your Imperial Highness. I have concluded my meeting with the Kottsukian Ambassador. Yes, very well indeed. I wanted to propose some amendments to the upcoming Krepost military exercises…”

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Posted with the approval of Kottsuki.

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[Acroticus]

Outside the Kottsuki Embassy
Therinia, Acroticus
Some Days Before the Summit

Ugh. Consul Jaerius Othrosos grunted as he and three other suited men swung open the door of the Kottsuki embassy and made their way onto the pavement. The sun was bright, and it was unseasonably warm for March, but luckily a gust of wind blew by to save them from the heat. The four men stomped across the entryway, quickly making their way to a blak car parked outside. As they approached, the Consul stomped, turning to the other three. “I’ll see you back at the Senate tomorrow.”

“Yea, okay,” on of the others responded, pausing and turning to talk to the others. Jaerius didn’t wait, and slipped into the car, loudly slamminng the door behind him. His driver, Emarius, was taken aback by the brazen actions of the usually calm Consul. “Everything alright, sir?”

It was a good question. His meeting would have, by appearances, been fine. It was all handshakes and smiles. But the message from the Kottsuki ambassador was not as positive. The Aderan proposals had been transmitted, for certain, but not well received. The Kottsuki government was notoriously tight-lipped, but even so, there was usually some form of friendly assurance. That was not the case today.

“Everything’s fine; I’ve just got to make a call.” Jaerius reached for his phone and flipped through his contacts. “Yes, Esmia? I need you to connect me to Atys’s office please. He’ll know what this is about.” Jaerius took a few deep breaths as he waited. He had spoken with Quaestor of Defense Trypho Atys numerous times in his position as Consul to Kottsuki, but he did not know the man well. While Jaerius’s appointment wasn’t exactly contingent on the Quaestor’s approval, Jaerius wasn’t looking forward to the following discussion.

“Jaery!” The phone blasted the Quaestor’s voice. “Give me the good news!”

“Well, they weren’t very receptive. Between our communications with the minister, and our meeting just now, it seems as though Kottsuki is set on challenging Saint-Auguste’s membership in the WSAO.”

”Did they say what they wanted?” The Quaestor’s jovial voice had become somber. “Like, what is the bottom line? What concessions is Kottsuki looking for?”

”Frankly, I think we will need to have a longer meeting on this. But at least according to the ambassador, the government isn’t open to any of our proposals.”

"NONE of them?” The voice of the incredulous Quaestor paused. The politics of Kottsuki was always economy oriented; everything was for sale. Many in the Aderan Government assumed that this maneuver at the WSAO was just a farce to try to extract concessions from the LFN nations, in particular Acroticus and Saint-Auguste. The fact that Kottsuki wasn’t interested in concessions meant that they were, in all likelihood, seriously attempting to remove Saint-Auguste from the WSAO. Removing their largest economy from their trade organization would undoubtedly have negative economic impacts; so this move was a political one. “I’m going to have to have some conversations. Let’s set up something tomorrow on this. Thanks, Jaery.”

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Written with the approval of Kottsuki

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[Novarians]

This is a secondary nation of a player of CWS region, exclusively used for forum posts

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« Tell me, Mrs Puy » questioned the Ex (Head of the Royal Executive) Notingsea, as he’d put down his newspaper on the desk making his face appear to Puy, « What are those gibberish in the WSAO? » he quite simply asked.

« Well Ex » she started, « We suspect that the Free Republic [of Kottsuki] wishes to exclude the Dauphiné [of Saint-Auguste] from the WSAO, as to monopolise themselves the organisation, managing to diminish the soft power of the Dauphiné given its economic importance and growing influence. We think that the trade deal with the Aderan Republic [of Acroticus] is merely a pretext as to grow their own soft power, alongside grant themselves a leverage into negotiating eventually better share of power in the WSAO. Since after all, granted its economic stance as an organisation, which is its sole purpose, the Free Republic with just half the population of Dauphiné lack the leading status » she tried to simply to the Ex.

« Hypocrisy and power struggle… » said thoughtful Notingsea, as he continued to give glances at the newspaper on his desk. He rose from his seat, « Well therefore! Nothing out of the ordinary in international politics » he expressed with a smile, as he’d reach his minibar. « Whiskey? » he questioned, as he wondered how many glasses to pick. Puy nodded.

Notingsea poured two glasses a bit, « Quite early for that, but quite necessary » he tried to reassure himself, as he handed the glass to Puy.

« Do you wish to do anything in particular, Sir? » wondered Puy on the matter at hand.

« Of course… » stated Notingsea, as he’d take a sip from his glass, « …not » he smiled. « I was merely curious » he finalised.

This led to a relieved smile from Puy.

« Be certain that as Ex for Exterior we shall not ask more than our longstanding keeping it quiet foreign policy. After all, even the Legislature would go against us » he confirmed Nova’s neutrality foreign policy, well deep engramed in the 1498 Act of Union, as founding act of the Monarchical Union of the three kingdoms. « Let us just enjoy the show » he expressed, taking the last sip from his glass.

[Batavie]

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Vriendschapsplein (Friendship square) 120, main WSAO-building
Reception hall, ground floor
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia

Wilhelmina was waiting for the different delegations to arrive at the WSAO-building. She knew this would be the single most defining meeting since the WSAO’s creation. The potential exclusion of a founding member of the SBD would have long-lasting effects on the political situation in the Commonwealth Society.

Wilhelmina considered that the inclusion of Saint-Auguste could bring about controversy even back in 2021 when the SBD was founded, yet she never expected it to blow up like this. The vision for the WSAO as an independent and importantly neutral power bloc was alive and well. Economically, the LFN was not yet very integrated and it seemed at the time most nations were just happy the Krepost Pact wasn’t expanding its influence within the Commonwealth Society.

As the first delegates started trickling in, she headed to the reception hall to greet everyone. Appearances would mean everything today.

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Vriendschapsplein (Friendship square) 120, main WSAO-building
Council Room
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia

Wilhelmina always thought Stéphanie’s father was a bit of a grumpy man and she was glad she got the chance to deal with Stéphanie, a woman after her own heart. She has fond memories of her coronation party when everything was still so joyful. Today the mood was different, as the Kotsukkians spoke Wilhelmina felt her heart pound. She knew Willem was about to stand up, after Florentin Delon, and say the words they had agreed to just a few hours prior.

“I’d like to thank everyone for their kind words, we’re glad to have you and I hope you truly enjoyed our displays as much as you say.

I’d like to start off my speech by saying Batavia considers Saint-Auguste a true friend, a brotherly nation. It’s not unnecessary to say Wilhelmina even considers Stéphanie a personal friend. However, today that’s not what’s up for debate. We’re not discussing our opinions of each other. We’re discussing the fundamental issue underpinning this organisation: non-alignment.

It's clear to everyone here what the benefits of Saint-Auguste’s inclusion in our organisation but we can’t close our eyes to the increase in the independent and decidedly aligned foreign policy of Saint-Auguste. If we are to move forward as an organisation we have to make clear what our position is on this topic, or our accords are nothing but meaningless pieces of paper. Ami de tous, ami de personne.

It’s important we navigate these paradoxes, we must be nuanced and weigh the pros and cons of every option. Not to mention: we must consider every option. In that light, Batavia wants to express its intention to hand in a motion to the president, after we’ve heard your thoughts, not to expel Saint-Auguste from the WSAO. Instead, we propose making them an observer-state to the Union. This would allow us all to keep the important economic benefits of our union, while no longer having our largest member-state in clear breach of our founding documents.

I understand this might not be the desired outcome for any party present, but in firm Batavian tradition, we are not here to pick sides. We’re here to find a compromise that we can all agree on.

I yield the floor.”

As Willem sat down the room erupted in whispers, with the other delegations unsure what to make of the proposal. With just one speaker left in this round of opening speeches, all ears slowly started to point to Grand Ole Sultan Caane Demesetelis.

[Demesetelis]

Taxiway G
Demesetelis National Airport
Camel Rider City, Demesetelis

The early morning sun shone brightly as The Sultan's cart raced towards the waiting jet on the tarmac. The flight to Willem Stad is short, and surprisingly there won't be a hundred nephews filling seats, so the aircraft for today's trip is one of The Sultan's smaller jets. It was also a simple jet, compared to its brothers lining the back half of the taxiway. No gold adornments or custom-designed interior, it's as stock as a Sultinate-owned plane can get. Of course, no flashy boasts doesn't mean it's a normal jet one could buy online. Its electronics are hardened to resist electromagnetic interference, it boasts basic offense and defense capabilities, and it has a barrel of The Sultan's Private Reserve Bourbon stocked in the galley. It's the plane The Sultanate uses when it wants to go unnoticed. Or when it's in mourning.

After rising the air stairs and entering, Caane stepped to the open cockpit door and grabbed a clipboard from the wall. reviewing the page attached, he turned to his Capitan, Johannes.
"Good weather?"
"Yes, clear skies the whole way. A little hot though, the takeoff should be exciting."
"Wonderful." Caane gestured towards the First Officer, prompting him to move back into the jump seat. "I'll handle the takeoff, it's been a while." After taking his seat and waiting for Johannes' announcements to end, he flicked the fasten seatbelt sign on and began to increase the throttle. "Flaps set to 10"
The jet hummed and jostled as it picked up speed down the runway. About halfway down the runway, hitting 125 Knots, Caane spoke again. "V1"
At 140 Knots:
"Vr. V2. Rotating"
The nose of the jet tipped up and as if a hand had plucked it from the sky the plane lifted. Once the altimeter dial spun past 5700 feet(400 feet above ground level at this elevation) the auto-climb engaged and the plane began to fly itself.
With a faint smile on his face and while flicking a switch here and checking a gauge there, Caane spoke.
"Vr and V2 at the same time! I know it's hot but that's fast. What's the landing gear rated for?"
The First Officer flipped a page of his clipboard and stated: "110 Knots is factory, but these wheels aren't. If it was 50° out and we were taking off from higher up in the mountains I might have worried about the speed but this old gal's got it covered."
Caane nodded in approval and continued to observe the climb. Once they had reached cruising altitude he relinquished control to the Capitan and made his way to his seat in the cabin. A glass of whisky coke was already waiting for him.

The Demesetelian delegation discussed tomorrow's meeting fervently the entire trip. Everyone had something to contribute, from the page brought along to make coffee runs to Caane himself.

"We must be the glue that holds our great union together!" Caane exasperated at one point. "This organization has done nothing but vastly increase our financial capabilities in the global market and show the blocs we won't bend to their whims. I will not stand by idly while there are calls to expel Saint August, and the rumblings of an imminent breakup Krepost "media" have been hinting at are insulting. We are a group of proud people, stronger and better together."

"The Dauphine has to have known that getting closer to their LFN ties would have caused something like this. The other members aren't entirely wrong, the organization has had non-alignment as one of its base tenants from the beginning." Replied a delegation member in between puffs of his cigar.

"Well, I remember the beginning of this organization differently. Wilhelmina, Stephanie, and I were up into the wee hours of the morning discussing our ideas. It seemed so simple at the start. Join together and prosper together. If only it was that easy. And now, Kottsuki comes out of left field, almost as if they want to shoot themselves in the foot. Saint August is their portal to Albionia. With the amount of their goods that flows into the continent via Augustine ports, you'd think the fat cats would shut up and keep the status quo, and their profits, protected.
Batavia was the champion for strict non-alignment in the beginning. I've been able to quell their concerns about the LFN issue until it was talking points one through ten. I don't want to kick Saint August out and I don't want to break up the organization, but if we can't come to an agreement it's looking like those are our options." With a heavy sigh, Caane took charge of their efforts.

"Alright. I need a breakdown of the benefits the organization has afforded us all. Give me trade numbers, reports on corporate expansion, inter-governmental cooperation. And find the good stuff, I don't care walnuts are 5% cheaper but 10% more profitable, I want everyone to see the Damocles sword dangling above their heads if this rhetoric continues. Someone else needs to give me contingency plans. Think of every response to what we've discussed here and give me some counters. Have your information sent to me after dinner. We'll be landing soon, but remember, this isn't a vacation! We are at war for the prosperity this organization has provided and will continue to provide."

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Willem Stad Royal Airport
Willem Stad, Batavia

Queen Wilhelmina greeted the delegation at the airport, all smiles. A quick serious look between Caane and herself was the only indication to onlookers that this was an imperative visit, not just a social call. She hosted them at the Batavian palace in Willem Stad, an opulent building with more than enough rooms to hold the twenty or so Demesetelians part of and supporting the delegation. Dinner was excellent, with Batavian beer flowing heavily. The two sovereigns retired to a cigar lounge after the meal to discuss the next day's events, with those old walls absorbing the raucous laughter, argumentative shouting, and everything in between as the evening waned.

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Vriendschapsplein (Friendship square) 120, main WSAO-building
Reception hall, ground floor
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia

The Demesetelian delegation was delighted to see the various displays throughout the reception hall. Wilhelmina had gone all out in the celebration of the organization, with displays that not only touted each nation's achievements but also seemed to say 'Look at what we've done together so far, let's see how much further we can take it'. The reception dinner before the talks was somewhat quick but hearty. No one wants to discuss matters of state on an empty stomach, but where previous receptions had delegators mingling and enjoying themselves before their work began, this one was so much more subdued. No mingling, very little laughter, it seemed more like a wake than a reception. The sour mood stifling the air of the room was not lost on Caane and the look on his own face surely only added to the problem.

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Vriendschapsplein (Friendship square) 120, main WSAO-building
Council Room
Willem Stad, Oranje
Batavia

Caane sat in silence as the other members spoke their opening pieces. Listening intently, he jotted down notes and anecdotes. He had to do something to occupy his hands, to keep them from exposing his feelings. Every little aspect of such meetings was scrutinized, and wringing his hands or strumming the table could show weakness and instability in the leader. As Wilhelmina yielded the floor and all eyes turned to him, Caane stood and began his fight for the life of the organization.

"Friends, colleagues, brothers and sisters, I have listened intently to each of your statements today. I will not say the claims made here today have no merit, because they do. We are at a pivotal moment in this great organization's life. One that holds vast consequences that we may not know the full implications of for years to come. To begin, I would like to share some figures we have collected." On cue, a member of the Demesetelian delegation handed the Sultan a sheet of paper.

"On average, 39% of these states' military armaments are produced in Demesetelis. 74% of our citizens have a Kottsukian made electronic in their homes. More than three-fourths of all pleasure crafts purchased in the last five years were produced in Saint August. And Batavian furniture can be found in any department store one chooses, in any nation within the organization. These are one example each showing the benefits this organization has afforded us, but rest assured, I could stand here all week listing off further examples. Economically, this organization has turbocharged our market. We all have grown heavily since its inception, and would all feel the deep pain its falling apart would cause." Caane took a pause, looking directly at the Kottsukian side of the room with that last point.

"Now economics are one thing, but that is not all that this organization stands for. This organization stands as a testament to our commitment to each other. Of our closeness. Our togetherness. Krepost would love nothing more than for us to fail here. They want us weak. They want us to sit by subserviently as they mold the world to their whims. Well, I say no!" Caane began to shout, but quickly reeled himself back in.

"We formed this organization to stand up to the large nations. To tell them right to their faces that we are strong and we will not sit by." The Saint August delegation seemed pleased by the anti-Krepost rhetoric. They would not be so pleased by The Sultan's next words.

"Krepost is not the only boogeyman out there. The LFN wants to shape the Society in its image just as strongly. I do not believe violence is their method, oh no. They want to control our economic market, and by extension our people. Now, do not take these statements as cowardice, or as hatred. They are fact, but it is also fact that we do not have to sit idly by and let these things happen. We can open strategic windows into our market for the LFN without handing them the keys. We can accept Krepost funds and goods without sacrificing our sovereignty. If we stay cool, collected, and united we can use their intentions against them. Let them think they are winning us over while collecting their gifts. Further our own economies by leveraging theirs."

"In regards to Saint August and their ties to the LFN, my own feelings have tracked these previous sentiments. I see Saint August getting closer to those allies, but I do not worry. I know that a deal to get goods into that market, fostered via Saint August, would practically print money for my corporations. But, the Kottsukian people are not comfortable with that it seems. Ok. Typically one would discuss their worries with their allies before going for the throat, but OK. I concede their point that the most recent agreement Saint August has made is yet another stop down the road to alignment. I concede to Batavia that non-alignment is a core of the agreements we signed years ago. What I will not concede to is the thought that the best course of action is to expel Saint August, a founding member, from this organization. Such an action would be akin to amputating your leg because you stubbed your toe."

"I want everyone here today to remember the benefits we have gained from this partnership. I want you to consider the forces outside this room that would love nothing more than to exploit and harm us. The eyes of The Society are on us here today, it is bad enough that we appear unstable and weak. It would be a grave error to solidify those appearances into facts." As Caane took his seat voices rose throughout the room. Members discussing amongst their delegation, across the table, and some to themselves. Order would be established shortly, and the fate of the organization decided after that.