Pax Imperium

[St Oz]

Adara and the Priestess slightly giggled at the President's funny accent and broken Ozian. Adara could noticed some nervousness in the President's talking but nonetheless not as nervous as most. She responded and her eyes shifted to the President where she heard him spoke, "Halik i'zhi ouzhe'zhi paleskev? Ingli'pazhi piniev."

The priestess gave a small laugh and translated, "The Sancta asks how long it took you to prepare that broken sentence, and she says she doesn't mind Inglish."

Sancta Adara then added, "Do'zhi niev?"

The priestess then made a more serious face, "The Sancta asks who else is here."

Then Adara quickly corrected, "Gretomavaka"

"She would like to meet them."

[Sarrafan]

Refus and Kirov both sat in the Limo driving towards the meeting. Kirov lit himself a Cuban cigar although obviously showing displeasure to the luxury treatment.

"For god's sake Kirov, will you put that damn thing out!"

"Guess you should have ordered a bigger limo, although been a man of the people I guess you were too wracked with guilt to do so."

"It it wasn't for your ties to Dixie you would never have been allowed to attend with me."

"I knew them back in the glory days, back when Shadow was still emerging as a power, something you know nothing about Refus."

"I suggest you be quiet now, it's amazing where those counter-revolutionaries spring from, not to mention Shadow loyalists. I'd hate to see you by a firing squad."

"Don't be so modest Refus, but I understand what is important for Gandhar and I will fight for it."

"I'm glad to hear that Kirov, now make sure you break the ice well"

The limo pulls up outside the meeting area.

[Sovereign Dixie]

 Anderson laughed at Adara's question. "My apologies, actually, it was pieced together from what I remember of a Class on Ozian language and culture that I took at the University of Florida about twenty years ago. Queen Fredrika of Myroria and Stellarisen Archbishop of Neonga have already arrived, though I must confess that I'm not sure if they're in their rooms, or perhaps gone downstairs to the conference and lobby area. If you would like, we can go try to hunt them down, as I have yet to make my formal introduction, or we can go down to the lobby and wait. Either way is fine with me, it's up to you."

 From her mannerisms, it seemed that Adara could pick up on Anderson's nervousness. She seemed a natural diplomat, he only hoped that he wasn't making a mess of his new nations first international conference.

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 Refus and Krov were greeted at the entrance to the Reunion Tower by Thomas Jackson of the Confederate State dept.
 
 Shaking hands with the men, he greeted them, "Welcome to the Confederacy, gentlemen. If you would like, we can have someone take your things up to your rooms for you, we are waiting for a couple other nations to send their delegations, at which point we shall begin. Feel free to walk around and by all means, make yourselves at home, drinks are being served in the lobby and conference area down the hall, where some of the other representatives may be gathered as well, President Anderson should be about shortly. Or if you'd rather, we can have someone show you to your rooms so you can rest up and have anything you would like brought up to you."
 

[Prydania]

Consul of Foreign Affairs Erik Destler stepped out of the air plane, preceded and proceeded by 5 Major-General guards each. Exploding shells could be heard to the north, but Dallas was deep enough in Texas.

The drive to Reunion Tower was quick. The streets had been cleared, as the Dallas PD provided the limo with a motorcade. Destler looked out the window. There was still the lone stars and stripes flag here and there, but for the most part, apart for the Texas state flag, the CSD's white banner with the blue bar and the battle flag in the canton was everywhere.

There were a few spectators hear and there watching the limo make its way through Dallas, but for the most part the city went about its day.

The limo stopped at the base of Reunion Tower. The door opened, and a Bowser & Fern cigarette bud flew to the ground, quickly stomped on by a uniformed leg.
The Consul, wearing a Lieutenant-General's uniform, stepped out, followed by the ten Major-General guards. Once inside he lit an other fag up, only to have the tower's lobby attendant point to a non-smoking sign.
"Diplomatic immunity" Destler said just loud enough for the clerk to hear it.
The Major-Generals motioned to themselves in hand signals, and five of them went off to hold positions in the hallways.
The remaining five followed Destler to the conference room, which was guarded by two soldiers wearing grey and khaki camo. One of the soldiers simply opened the door as Destler saluted them as he went by.

The room was filled with heads of state and ambassadors from all over the world.
Destler simply took a seat at the table, tapping his ash into an ashtray.
Two of the MGs flanked him, the other three stood at attention by the door.

[Sovereign Dixie]

 Secretary of State Chamberlain sat at the first seat on the right from the head of the conference table. He stood and shook Destler's hand upon his arrival.

 "Welcome to the CSSD Consul Destler, we're glad you could come. President Anderson is currently upstairs making introductions to some of the delegates who arrived a couple of hours ago, he'll be down directly. Looks like the reps from Novus Parco are going to be late, so when the President arrives, we'll go ahead and start. In the meantime feel free to have a drink if you would like."

[Prydania]

Destler stood up to shake Chamberlain's hand.
"The pleasure is mine Secretary Chamberlain. It's always nice to make a trip across the pond.
I'm afraid I'm partially to blame for Novus Parco's absence. Before you called this meeting I had helped arrange for the Commonwealth Military to assist in a Novus Parco military buildup. At the present moment that is their top priority. They send their best wishes and an intent to join the Pax Imperium in due time."

Destler turned his head slightly to avoid blowing smoke in Chamberlain's face. Normally back in Inglo-Scotia he wouldn't make that gesture. He was the top dog there, second only to Crofts. Here though he was guest, and this man was his Confederate equal. Unless you were clearly an other man's superior you treated him with the utmost respect.

[Stellaris]

As soon as the Gandhar delegation arrived the bishop of Neonga approached accusingly. A finger raised.
"You are a newly formed nation are you not? A few days ago natives from the area where your country has been established attacked an outpost of Stellaris, killing one man and taking three more hostage on the border. The ransom has been payed but we are not certain that we should recognise you when you are all of the same stock as those terrorists!"

OOC: http://forum.taijitu.org/general-roleplay/stellaris-problems-of-state/0/

[Feniexia]

To: Head of the PI conference
From: Fay Celen

Since we left the LCF because we strongly disagreed with Irnotians ways to handle their conflict with the Myrorian Empire, we wish to attend to your conference, to see if your alliance might fit to Feniexias goals.

Sincerely,
Fay Celen, Councilwomen of Foreign Relationships of Feniexia

[Complicated Seal, which is below all official governmental documents]

[St Oz]

The Sancta suggested to her translator, "Iu'zhi av freved da'dapive"

The priestess bowed, "Her Divinity suggests we go to the conference room." The priestess escorted her inside the room and they took their seat near the middle of the table while the president walked in last.

[Sovereign Dixie]

President Anderson followed Adara to the Conference room, passing by the Archbishop and the Ganharan delegations. Upon hearing the Archbishops comment, Anderson stopped briefly. He nodded and introduced himself to both parties, then gave them his viewpoint on the matter.

 "Archbishop, while I understand where you are coming from, it is very possible for members of the 'same stock' as you put it, to have vastly different systems of values. Take the DSA and ourselves for example, one race, but two cultures and sets of values. Please, let us not judge based on such criteria. The Gandharans are new, like your nation as well as mine. The benifits and security from this alliance shall far outweigh any danger caused by rogue Gandharan dissidents. Now, gentlemen, if you would please come with me to the conference room, we shall begin the Conference. If you still have reservations Archbishop, let us discuss them openly and frankly there, that we may reach a just resolution for the betterment of all nations involved."

 Anderson made his way to the conference room, Introducing himself to Consul Destler, who was already present and talking with Secretary of State Chamberlain.

[Sovereign Dixie]

To: Fenexia
From: Confederate Department of State

 We welcome your attendance, most delegations have arrived, but feel free to send your envoy to the Reunion Tower, we are meeting in the conference room. A motorcade will be provided to escort you to the tower upon your arrival.

[Myroria]

Fredrika picked up her handbag off her bed and walked to the conference room.

"Am I late?"

[Sarrafan]

Refus sat down the only response he gave the Bishop a dry smirk.

Ignorant bastard, who the hell does he think he is?

A brief glance around the room saw many different characters, only a few of them recognizable, although he did not recognize the Bishop.

"Thank you for accepting me to the meeting, I'm sire once the meeting begins we can talk about current events, although the Bishop here seems to enjoy casting the first stone so to speak."

Refus gives himself a momentary chuckle, Kirov rolls his eyes in response.

[Feniexia]

Emperor Nathaniel Cordré and Fay Celen entered the room about three hours after Sovereign Dixie´s reply. The supersonic jet has worked well.

He weard a plain black robe. The only ornament he carried was the (also) black crystal tiara on his head. His hair was white as snow, as was his hair. Fay Celen looked similar, except that she was dressed in a black council uniform. Both looked very beautiful, but also very curious to a normal human.

Two heavily equipped guardians followed them, but they stayed at the gate, when Fay Celen gave them a handsign.

The Emperor raised his charismatic voice. "Greetings from Feniexia."
Then, he tooked a seat in the first row. The councilwoman sat down next to him.

"What did we miss?"

[Stellaris]

The bishop persisted on Gandhar.
"We have a huge array of armament ranged on your nation! Unless you agree to co-operate with us nearly 2,000 pieces of artillery and precision air strikes shall fire!"