08-29-2019, 05:42 AM
Aboard a Forrester-Class 777, Secretary of Trade Trista Demore, Ambassador to Eiria Nick Polter, and their aides pass clipboards with instructions and basic layouts of the Duņceda regional airport and the Lancaster Manor. The plane was beginning the decent into the [nation]Democratic Republic of Eiria[/nation] for the mediation conference regarding the trade disputes between [nation]Zamastan[/nation], [nation]Xiomera[/nation], [nation]Kerlile[/nation], and Trive.
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"Listen, everyone." Secretary Demore spoke loudly into the open room. The rest of the staff turned their attention to her. "We will be landing shortly, and I know that we have all served in this capacity of international relations before, but I will recap the procedure.
We will land at Duņceda regional airport in roughly thirty minutes. From there, we will be on secured vehicles driving us to the manor, and we have guest houses set for our team. Security detail will be with us the whole way and will be stationed at the guest house, but otherwise, the Eirian's will be providing detail."
An aide scoffed under his breath. "Eirian security is a joke."
"Hey," Demore shot back, "there's a reason we're bringing our own security. If we didn't think there was any worry, we wouldn't have these guys with us." she said, gesturing to a man sitting at a seat in the doorway, who nodded in acknowledgement to the Secretary. An assault rifle was draped across his chest.
"Where was I?" Demore looked at her paper, and back towards Ambassador Polter. "Well, Nick, I guess it's your turn. Lets hear what you've got."
Polter stepped up out of his seat and took Demore's place. The tall, blonde haired man had only been appointed ambassador a month and a half prior. Just his luck, he thought, that the most intense trade dispute that the IDU had seen in the last decade would fall on his shoulders.
"Alright," he started, voice cracking slightly, "As you know, this conference is dedicated to ENDING the dispute, not further escalating it." His voice elevated with the enunciation. "Every nation involved in trade with Zamastan has seen declines in their GDP. Hell, even Sanctaria has seen it. I know we have our reservations of the Xiomerans and the Kerlians, but we know the importance of this conference and must hold to the respectable and distinguishable manor that we want to be known for." A chuckle arose from the group in the cabin, and Polter smiled. "Yes, even to the Kerlians, we must show some sincerity that they agreed to sit and talk it out."
"I have to say," an aide perked up, "the Kerlians are making me more curious than usual,"
"What do you mean?" Demore quizzed.
"Well, the Xiomerans, I understand them wanting to sit and talk. And I have respect for them regardless of our national differences. You know, they're a passionate people regardless of their government. But, the Kerlians? I don't understand. They've showed that they're open to reforms ever since the Tofino Summit, but they still have these instances where they insert into international affairs not directly tied to them? I don't know, I just.."
"Yes, please explain," Demore laughed a little, "I'm still confused."
"Like, I feel as if they're up to something more than just resolving trade disputes. Like, as if there's another secret that they have that's far reaching."
"Well, obviously they have something they're hiding. It's Kerlile."
"No, like," the aide sighed. "Something that is more sinister than some human rights abuses. Something interfering with our politics. Our economics. Something. Or somebody or a group of people?"
The plane went silent for a few brief moments.
"Nevermind," the aide chuckled. "It's crazy."
The team continued discussing the ins and outs of the mediation summit as the plane lowered through the clouds on approach to the runway, awaiting the hopeful end to the steadily declining global economy.
"Listen, everyone." Secretary Demore spoke loudly into the open room. The rest of the staff turned their attention to her. "We will be landing shortly, and I know that we have all served in this capacity of international relations before, but I will recap the procedure.
We will land at Duņceda regional airport in roughly thirty minutes. From there, we will be on secured vehicles driving us to the manor, and we have guest houses set for our team. Security detail will be with us the whole way and will be stationed at the guest house, but otherwise, the Eirian's will be providing detail."
An aide scoffed under his breath. "Eirian security is a joke."
"Hey," Demore shot back, "there's a reason we're bringing our own security. If we didn't think there was any worry, we wouldn't have these guys with us." she said, gesturing to a man sitting at a seat in the doorway, who nodded in acknowledgement to the Secretary. An assault rifle was draped across his chest.
"Where was I?" Demore looked at her paper, and back towards Ambassador Polter. "Well, Nick, I guess it's your turn. Lets hear what you've got."
Polter stepped up out of his seat and took Demore's place. The tall, blonde haired man had only been appointed ambassador a month and a half prior. Just his luck, he thought, that the most intense trade dispute that the IDU had seen in the last decade would fall on his shoulders.
"Alright," he started, voice cracking slightly, "As you know, this conference is dedicated to ENDING the dispute, not further escalating it." His voice elevated with the enunciation. "Every nation involved in trade with Zamastan has seen declines in their GDP. Hell, even Sanctaria has seen it. I know we have our reservations of the Xiomerans and the Kerlians, but we know the importance of this conference and must hold to the respectable and distinguishable manor that we want to be known for." A chuckle arose from the group in the cabin, and Polter smiled. "Yes, even to the Kerlians, we must show some sincerity that they agreed to sit and talk it out."
"I have to say," an aide perked up, "the Kerlians are making me more curious than usual,"
"What do you mean?" Demore quizzed.
"Well, the Xiomerans, I understand them wanting to sit and talk. And I have respect for them regardless of our national differences. You know, they're a passionate people regardless of their government. But, the Kerlians? I don't understand. They've showed that they're open to reforms ever since the Tofino Summit, but they still have these instances where they insert into international affairs not directly tied to them? I don't know, I just.."
"Yes, please explain," Demore laughed a little, "I'm still confused."
"Like, I feel as if they're up to something more than just resolving trade disputes. Like, as if there's another secret that they have that's far reaching."
"Well, obviously they have something they're hiding. It's Kerlile."
"No, like," the aide sighed. "Something that is more sinister than some human rights abuses. Something interfering with our politics. Our economics. Something. Or somebody or a group of people?"
The plane went silent for a few brief moments.
"Nevermind," the aide chuckled. "It's crazy."
The team continued discussing the ins and outs of the mediation summit as the plane lowered through the clouds on approach to the runway, awaiting the hopeful end to the steadily declining global economy.