08-28-2018, 02:23 AM
Ministry of Foreign Affairs Press Room
Laeralsford
"You can be seated," Minister of Foreign Affairs Marie-Claire Beringer said as she came into the room. The assembled reporters, several dozen of them, sat, and Marie-Claire had a few seconds of peace before the camera shutters started going off, as she made her way to the podium with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs seal on the front.
"First, I would like to make a statement regarding the peace talks in Sanctaria, and then I will open to questions," she said. The room quieted as she looked around. "I have had a productive meeting with the President in which we discussed Laeral's goals for the peace talks in Haven, which start Wednesday. We've also decided upon the final makeup of the Laeralian negotiating team. The President has made arrangements to be present at the peace talks on the first day of the summit, where he will use his personal connections with the other national leaders present to get the negotiations off to a good start. Following the first day, I will move into the role of chief negotiator." She looked down at her notes. "The Laeralian negotiating team consists of three of our top experts on the crisis as well as a large support staff, so that we can move to resolving the conflict in the best possible way for all involved. In addition to myself, we will have Mssr. Aarón Varela, our lead expert on Lauchenoirian affairs and the Lauchenoirian conflict here at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Mme. Alyssia Simonine, who is currently the Ambassador to Lauchenoiria and has, I am pleased to report, been named by the President as his Special Envoy for the Lauchenoirian Conflict, effective immediately. We are confident that our choice for the negotiating team will help us resolve the Lauchenoirian conflict and restore peace and democracy to Lauchenoiria."
The easy part was over. "Any questions?" she asked, already preparing for what would come next.
Southern Fleuria province, Lauchenoiria
The guns had officially fallen silent on Friday, but that hadn't been universally observed. Around midnight last night, an outbreak of gunfire a few kilometers away had caused Brandon Lau and his men to scramble for their weapons, but it had stopped quickly. The LNSF soldiers arrayed along the front line, now just barely two kilometers north of the Ulinaria-Fleuria border, were under orders not to engage the enemy, but that wouldn't stop a few trigger-happy soldiers from either side getting off a few shots now and then. Still, pleasantly enough, there didn't seem to be too many ceasefire violations, and so First Sergeant Lau and his men were just now getting into the football league they'd set up.
"Over here!" Lunwei called from up the field, the wiry soldier sprinting across the dusty field towards the other team's improvised goalpost. Brandon tried to pass to him, but one of the other team's midfielders intercepted the ball in mid-pass, running up towards Lau's goal. With a cry, Kevin Chang, Lau's team's star soldier-turned-midfielder, ran to catch him, the rest of the team's midfielders racing behind. They weren't exactly ready for Ligue 1, but they played with vigor and grit. From within the melee, which Brandon had stayed out of, one of Brandon's team's strikers got the ball and started running across the field, his fellows cheering him on.
"Brandon Lau?" someone called from the sidelines. "First Sergeant Brandon Lau? Is there a Brandon Lau here?"
Brandon turned and jogged to the sidelines, his team's players in a rowdy melee with the other team's defenders behind him. It was an LNSF messenger standing there, by the looks of her uniform. "First Sergeant Brandon Lau?" she asked.
"That's me," he said.
"Come with me," she said, and turned to walk away.
"Right now?"
"You want your promotion?" she asked.
"Promotion?" Brandon asked, walking quickly to catch up with her.
"Leiutenant Zhao needs a Second, and approval came from command a few hours ago. Congratulations, you're a Second-Lieutenant once you come with me to pick up the stripes."
Brandon had stopped dead in his tracks once he heard of the promotion, but then realizing what was happening, he ran up to follow the messenger, a wide smile breaking out across his face.
Laeralsford
"You can be seated," Minister of Foreign Affairs Marie-Claire Beringer said as she came into the room. The assembled reporters, several dozen of them, sat, and Marie-Claire had a few seconds of peace before the camera shutters started going off, as she made her way to the podium with the Ministry of Foreign Affairs seal on the front.
"First, I would like to make a statement regarding the peace talks in Sanctaria, and then I will open to questions," she said. The room quieted as she looked around. "I have had a productive meeting with the President in which we discussed Laeral's goals for the peace talks in Haven, which start Wednesday. We've also decided upon the final makeup of the Laeralian negotiating team. The President has made arrangements to be present at the peace talks on the first day of the summit, where he will use his personal connections with the other national leaders present to get the negotiations off to a good start. Following the first day, I will move into the role of chief negotiator." She looked down at her notes. "The Laeralian negotiating team consists of three of our top experts on the crisis as well as a large support staff, so that we can move to resolving the conflict in the best possible way for all involved. In addition to myself, we will have Mssr. Aarón Varela, our lead expert on Lauchenoirian affairs and the Lauchenoirian conflict here at the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and Mme. Alyssia Simonine, who is currently the Ambassador to Lauchenoiria and has, I am pleased to report, been named by the President as his Special Envoy for the Lauchenoirian Conflict, effective immediately. We are confident that our choice for the negotiating team will help us resolve the Lauchenoirian conflict and restore peace and democracy to Lauchenoiria."
The easy part was over. "Any questions?" she asked, already preparing for what would come next.
Southern Fleuria province, Lauchenoiria
The guns had officially fallen silent on Friday, but that hadn't been universally observed. Around midnight last night, an outbreak of gunfire a few kilometers away had caused Brandon Lau and his men to scramble for their weapons, but it had stopped quickly. The LNSF soldiers arrayed along the front line, now just barely two kilometers north of the Ulinaria-Fleuria border, were under orders not to engage the enemy, but that wouldn't stop a few trigger-happy soldiers from either side getting off a few shots now and then. Still, pleasantly enough, there didn't seem to be too many ceasefire violations, and so First Sergeant Lau and his men were just now getting into the football league they'd set up.
"Over here!" Lunwei called from up the field, the wiry soldier sprinting across the dusty field towards the other team's improvised goalpost. Brandon tried to pass to him, but one of the other team's midfielders intercepted the ball in mid-pass, running up towards Lau's goal. With a cry, Kevin Chang, Lau's team's star soldier-turned-midfielder, ran to catch him, the rest of the team's midfielders racing behind. They weren't exactly ready for Ligue 1, but they played with vigor and grit. From within the melee, which Brandon had stayed out of, one of Brandon's team's strikers got the ball and started running across the field, his fellows cheering him on.
"Brandon Lau?" someone called from the sidelines. "First Sergeant Brandon Lau? Is there a Brandon Lau here?"
Brandon turned and jogged to the sidelines, his team's players in a rowdy melee with the other team's defenders behind him. It was an LNSF messenger standing there, by the looks of her uniform. "First Sergeant Brandon Lau?" she asked.
"That's me," he said.
"Come with me," she said, and turned to walk away.
"Right now?"
"You want your promotion?" she asked.
"Promotion?" Brandon asked, walking quickly to catch up with her.
"Leiutenant Zhao needs a Second, and approval came from command a few hours ago. Congratulations, you're a Second-Lieutenant once you come with me to pick up the stripes."
Brandon had stopped dead in his tracks once he heard of the promotion, but then realizing what was happening, he ran up to follow the messenger, a wide smile breaking out across his face.