12-18-2019, 06:02 PM
While the other delegates had taken turns to stand up and speak their mind, ambassador Lee Shing had been sitting there. So quiet that you would not have been blamed if you had forgotten the empire of Shen had even agreed to attend the conference.
While the elected president of lareal, had so eloquently started the conference the Ambassador had opened up his travel bag, and removed a long wooden pipe and a matching bag of tobacco.
The elder man, whos thinning hair was the color of snow slowly falling onto volcanic ash, had slowly packed the equally ancient wooden pipe as the president had given the floor, to president Sakazi. Silently listening as the head of state made his case. his expression remained unmoved. The chiseled forms of his lips only parting slightly to insert the wooden pipe. When it was time for the prince of Xiomera to make a rebuttal he ignited the pipe and slowly sucked in the rich and flavorful tobacco. Keeping the toxic fumes in his mouth as he reached up with his free hand to stroke his wispy beard. Listening to the young man make his case eloquently. Although it did not elicit an emotional reaction from the statuesque figure only moving to make his smoking easier.
When the president stood upwards and made his fiery and passionate rebuttal towards the prince, the Ambassador turned his head downward as his own mind began to think over the issue at hand.
He pondered as the gears within his head slowly turned. Pushed forward by the smoke from his pipe as if he was a locomotive. He allowed the other two delegations to say their own piece as he thought over his own words. It was only after moriette had said spoken that the Ambassador finally started to slowly rise out of the chair.
The old man took one final table with his pipe and then tapped the end of it onto the table drawing everyone's attention towards him.
With a Grumble and a huff the ancient figure slowly Rose from his chair. Two of his aides shooting over to help the man stand fully erect.
He turned his attention to the president. Adjusting the large circular glasses that we're perched ever so precariously on his wrinkly wart-covered nose.
That chiseled expression he had warned finally gave way to a polite Smile as he turned his attention to Liu Mei-han.
He started out speaking in his native language. One that the ancient empire and the allied provinces born out of an equally ancient empire, shared as a common cultural Touchstone.
"... I should start by thanking you madam president for hosting this conference. You have picked a truly historic location for such a historic meeting"
Anyone fluent in the language could hear the unusual emphasis on the word historic. It was not surprising. Most Shen would view an arrive manor house, as quite a historic building. A monument to colonialism. To the destruction degradation and near Extinction of the legendary dragon of the North.
Switching back to a language the rest of the conference had been spoken in, the Ambassador took another small huff of the pipe tobaco, letting the small clouds of smoke slowly flow out of his mouth as he spoke.
"... every nation has a right to a sense of security. I don't think anyone here would argue with that. It's hardly a controversial statement. How we choose to respond to violations of sovereign territory is directly associated with maintaining a feeling of security and safety. While I'm sure there's plenty of criticism to go around this table about our policies related to security, the purpose of this conference isn't to air grievances. Weather Zamastan destruction of the Gladysynthian tank was right or wrong is irrelevant. That tank was a foreign tank within the Sovereign territory of Zamastan and they have every right in the world to deal with Intruders as they see fit. Likewise, Xiomera has every right in the world to deal with Intruders as they see fit. As do we all. The question of this conference shouldn't be whether our reactions to Intruders is right or wrong. Because ultimately it is not up to the world to decide how we handle Intruders. That is a personal matter to be settled by the Sovereign governments of every sovereign state. The question we should be asking is how do we make sure that we don't allow a situation like this to occur again."
The old man took another long huff of the pipe. Sucking in the toxic smoke and holding it in his lungs as he looked around to observe the reactions of everyone to his simple and plain defense of national sovereignty.
"Shen and Zamastan, have been good neighbors for a considerable period of time. In our history, there have been very few…. Unfortunate incidents at our border. My government has maintained a firm commitment to preventing any such incidences from occurring. There are 50 kilometers between the border and any military installation of any significant worth within the empire. And we do not drill or do maneuvers within those 50000 meters, as to avoid making unnecessarily provocative moves. We do this out of the deep sense of respect for our neighbors. Perhaps the best way to prevent an incident like this from happening again is to apply that same respect to All Nations here at the conference. Rather than traveling unnecessarily close to each other's Sovereign Waters and risking provocation, we all agree to an additional exclusionary Zone extending outward from our shores past our sovereign Waters. A zone that is large enough to buffer any accidental navigational errors and prevent them from becoming International incidences. But still small enough as to not overly restrict our freedom to navigate the open ocean. Perhaps ahh...75 kilometers?" the Ambassador said, before relinquishing the floor
The old man finally collapsed back to his chair with another Grunt and more groans. Satisfied that he had presented an idea that could actually prevent this from happening again
A few wet coughs were violently expelled by the Ambassador as he pulled up a handkerchief to cover his mouth. His ids quickly ran to his side only for the ambassador to shoo them away just as quickly.
"... my apologies. I have lived long enough to see my health become a distant memory."
The old man slowly gripped his pipe between his teeth and sucked on the toxic fumes as his milky eyes slowly moved around the table
While the elected president of lareal, had so eloquently started the conference the Ambassador had opened up his travel bag, and removed a long wooden pipe and a matching bag of tobacco.
The elder man, whos thinning hair was the color of snow slowly falling onto volcanic ash, had slowly packed the equally ancient wooden pipe as the president had given the floor, to president Sakazi. Silently listening as the head of state made his case. his expression remained unmoved. The chiseled forms of his lips only parting slightly to insert the wooden pipe. When it was time for the prince of Xiomera to make a rebuttal he ignited the pipe and slowly sucked in the rich and flavorful tobacco. Keeping the toxic fumes in his mouth as he reached up with his free hand to stroke his wispy beard. Listening to the young man make his case eloquently. Although it did not elicit an emotional reaction from the statuesque figure only moving to make his smoking easier.
When the president stood upwards and made his fiery and passionate rebuttal towards the prince, the Ambassador turned his head downward as his own mind began to think over the issue at hand.
He pondered as the gears within his head slowly turned. Pushed forward by the smoke from his pipe as if he was a locomotive. He allowed the other two delegations to say their own piece as he thought over his own words. It was only after moriette had said spoken that the Ambassador finally started to slowly rise out of the chair.
The old man took one final table with his pipe and then tapped the end of it onto the table drawing everyone's attention towards him.
With a Grumble and a huff the ancient figure slowly Rose from his chair. Two of his aides shooting over to help the man stand fully erect.
He turned his attention to the president. Adjusting the large circular glasses that we're perched ever so precariously on his wrinkly wart-covered nose.
That chiseled expression he had warned finally gave way to a polite Smile as he turned his attention to Liu Mei-han.
He started out speaking in his native language. One that the ancient empire and the allied provinces born out of an equally ancient empire, shared as a common cultural Touchstone.
"... I should start by thanking you madam president for hosting this conference. You have picked a truly historic location for such a historic meeting"
Anyone fluent in the language could hear the unusual emphasis on the word historic. It was not surprising. Most Shen would view an arrive manor house, as quite a historic building. A monument to colonialism. To the destruction degradation and near Extinction of the legendary dragon of the North.
Switching back to a language the rest of the conference had been spoken in, the Ambassador took another small huff of the pipe tobaco, letting the small clouds of smoke slowly flow out of his mouth as he spoke.
"... every nation has a right to a sense of security. I don't think anyone here would argue with that. It's hardly a controversial statement. How we choose to respond to violations of sovereign territory is directly associated with maintaining a feeling of security and safety. While I'm sure there's plenty of criticism to go around this table about our policies related to security, the purpose of this conference isn't to air grievances. Weather Zamastan destruction of the Gladysynthian tank was right or wrong is irrelevant. That tank was a foreign tank within the Sovereign territory of Zamastan and they have every right in the world to deal with Intruders as they see fit. Likewise, Xiomera has every right in the world to deal with Intruders as they see fit. As do we all. The question of this conference shouldn't be whether our reactions to Intruders is right or wrong. Because ultimately it is not up to the world to decide how we handle Intruders. That is a personal matter to be settled by the Sovereign governments of every sovereign state. The question we should be asking is how do we make sure that we don't allow a situation like this to occur again."
The old man took another long huff of the pipe. Sucking in the toxic smoke and holding it in his lungs as he looked around to observe the reactions of everyone to his simple and plain defense of national sovereignty.
"Shen and Zamastan, have been good neighbors for a considerable period of time. In our history, there have been very few…. Unfortunate incidents at our border. My government has maintained a firm commitment to preventing any such incidences from occurring. There are 50 kilometers between the border and any military installation of any significant worth within the empire. And we do not drill or do maneuvers within those 50000 meters, as to avoid making unnecessarily provocative moves. We do this out of the deep sense of respect for our neighbors. Perhaps the best way to prevent an incident like this from happening again is to apply that same respect to All Nations here at the conference. Rather than traveling unnecessarily close to each other's Sovereign Waters and risking provocation, we all agree to an additional exclusionary Zone extending outward from our shores past our sovereign Waters. A zone that is large enough to buffer any accidental navigational errors and prevent them from becoming International incidences. But still small enough as to not overly restrict our freedom to navigate the open ocean. Perhaps ahh...75 kilometers?" the Ambassador said, before relinquishing the floor
The old man finally collapsed back to his chair with another Grunt and more groans. Satisfied that he had presented an idea that could actually prevent this from happening again
A few wet coughs were violently expelled by the Ambassador as he pulled up a handkerchief to cover his mouth. His ids quickly ran to his side only for the ambassador to shoo them away just as quickly.
"... my apologies. I have lived long enough to see my health become a distant memory."
The old man slowly gripped his pipe between his teeth and sucked on the toxic fumes as his milky eyes slowly moved around the table
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