First Conference of Nations (everyone)

[Brandon Rhea]

Everything was different. Much like the terrorist attacks of thirty-two years earlier, a group of terrorist thugs did more than just change the skyline of New York City. They had placed the final nail into the coffin of the one place where enemy nations had long been able to go and talk like diplomats and gentlemen, albeit never accomplishing much. With a bomb from an unknown source, the nearly two hundred nations of the world no longer had that one last thread of unity to keep them from all out war. Earth’s eleventh hour had come and no one knew if Humanity would make it through the long night ahead.

Abraham Lincoln, Theodore Roosevelt, Woodrow Wilson, Franklin Roosevelt, Harry Truman, Dwight Eisenhower, Jack Kennedy, Lyndon Johnson, Richard Nixon, Gerald Ford, Jimmy Carter, Ronald Reagan, George Bush, George W. Bush, Hillary Rodham Clinton and now Patrick Keylan. Who would have thought that the wide-eyed kid from New Jersey would end up taking his place next to the notable wartime presidents? That kid certainly wouldn’t have.

If there was one name that stuck out from that pack in his mind, it was George W. Bush. The man had essentially started what would surely become World War III, but in the end Patrick envied him. When Bush was making the decisions to go to war with Iraq, a conflict that Patrick had served in, everything seemed so simple. It was attack or be attacked, fight them there so we don’t have to fight them here. You knew who the bad guys were. They had names like Osama bin Laden, Saddam Hussein and Mahmoud Ahmadienijad.

Then everything changed. The so called bad guys planting the IEDs on the sides of desert streets did it because someone offered them one hundred dollars so they could feed their family that week. Patrick could not help but wonder if he would have done that were he in the same position. In the end, it helped him to realize that the world was no longer as black and white as it used to look. Everything and everyone had to be seen in a shade of gray. There were no more “bad guys”.

Patrick knew he had to keep such a thing to himself, particularly now. Having been the first to arrive in Berne, Switzerland, always the neutral nation, for the First Conference of Nations since the disbandment of the United Nations, Patrick waited in one of the center seats. Next to his own nameplate reading “President of the United States” was a nameplate that read “Premier of the Russian Soviet Federation”. It would be awkward, to be sure, but each head of state was granted their own security to stand with them at all times. No one would be foolish enough to try anything against anyone.

And, so, he waited.

 

[Lavi]

An oriental politician entered and took his place among the long, curved tables that circle the room. He sat down at one of the closer desks, appropriately labeled President of Singapore. The President of Singapore, Damai Houshin, is internationally known to attempt to make peace agreements with China and Russia, with the intention of maintaining the nation's economy. Both negotiations ended in failure, and some of those who oppose Communism became bitter enemies of the president. Along with preventing an all-out war, Houshin hopes to satisfy his opponents with his decisions today, here in Switzerland. He greets the U.S. President with a smile and a nod, and waits as other leaders gather.

((I'm pumped already))

 

[Wing]

Monsieur President Pierre LaRoche had arrived in Berne, Switzerland the night before to attend the First Conference of Nations. This meeting would be important in discussing further action by the different nations' leaders.

Pierre arrived in the conference room where the table with each country's name plate was placed. Pierre took the seat where the plate in front of it read President of France, which was located on the other side of the Premier of the Russian Soviet Federation's seat. Two of high High Guard Elite insisted on staying with him, but he had them leave the room. So far, only the leaders of America and Singapore had arrived.

He looked at the President of the United States. He began to talk with his French accent. "Mr. President, how are New Yorkers holding up? I know it must be tragic to see this after the incident nearly thirty-two years ago. New York is a great city, I enjoy seeing the Statue of Liberty my ancestors gave to yours many over a century ago."

 

[Brandon Rhea]

Watching the French President dismiss his security came as a surprise to him. It was a time of great turmoil and threats had been made against every leader in the free world on multiple occasions, so he could not understand why a head of state would dismiss their security when they were able to be in the presence of the Russian, Chinese, Iranian and Pakistani leaders. Regardless, there would be plenty of security to defend the President of France if someone wanted to take him out. However, he was not truly concerned about any threats against LaRoche’s life.

Like going fishing with an accordion....

He could not help but smile as he thought about the saying he had heard years earlier, but his smile quickly faded as soon as LaRoche opened his mouth. Patrick could not tell if the French leader was nervous or incompetent, but either way asking “how are New Yorkers holding up” was an insult to the entire free world, considering the destruction of the United Nations was an attack on freedom far more so than it was an attack on New York. Patrick simply gave a small yet convincingly sincere smile and nodded towards LaRoche before turning away as he waited for the rest of the leaders to arrive.

 

[Will]

Prime Minister Kaishen steadily made his way into the grand seating area. His white gloved hands played against the fine wooden tabletop beside his nameplate: ''Prime Minister of Japan'' He took his seat, not placed in the centre with the other big nations, but comfortably at the front of the middle area. He knew this was a big talk, and wouldn't want to be stuck up next to all the large nations when they were arguing. He would observe the others making points, taking their views into account and crafting a counterpoint to stop them. If it did come to war, Kaishen knew he would have to form alliances. Thanks to WWII, America had crippled Japan's army, reducing the whole thing to just under on million, including Air force and Navy personnel. The black-ops exo-suit RONIN troops were just finishing training. There were only about 10, but theye'd make a difference. What Japan lacked in numbers, they made up with technology. He just hoped it made up enough.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Prime Minister of Canada - Brent Haldon

The sign was garish gold on gold, and glared in the spotlights hanging above. He sat next to the American President, something he would have detested when he was younger. Always the peron to point out the flaws of others, and when he was growing up, that person was America. With his position as Prime Minister, Brent worked hard to fix the problems Canada had, and largely ignored the American problems. Canada had fallen into 'ill-repair'. In more recent years, Brent had 'reopened', so to speak the borders to be involved with American affairs.

His mouth gaped open when President LaRoche mentioned New York. The fool, that's like asking him how France is doing, WWII was realy hard on you. He debated speaking up, but the last thing he needed was to piss off the French, he shuddered at the thought of another damn Quebec referendum. Leaning over slightly, he whispered something into President Keylan's ear. "I'd never be able to do your job. You need to deal with so much shit." He was risking being overheard, but, as Pierre Trudeau had before him, he didn't realy care what others thought of him... to much. He smiled coyly before returning to his seat fully, scribbling down a few notes.

 

[Brandon Rhea]

Had they not been where they were, Patrick would have managed to do more than simply give an honest smile. He knew he couldn’t respond to the comment, as history had taught him that microphones were not always on. Every president in recent history recalled the words of George W. Bush at the 68 summit on July 17, 2006: “Yo Blair, how are you doin” and “see, the irony is, what they need to do is get Syria to get Hezbollah to stop doing this shit and its overy”. Needless to say, Bush didn’t get any major kudos for such remarks. Turning to face his opposite number from Canada, he reached out his hand to shake the hand of Brent Haldon.

"Always a pleasure, Prime Minister."

 

[Sovereign]

For Aleksandr Vasilyevich the dissolution of the United Nations was a liberation. No longer would he have to awnser to the international community for his policies. No longer would he be restricted by foreign powers. Russia would finally be able to expand and spread Marx's dream across Asia and Europe. However, in order for the world to be liberated from capistalism, the Soviet Federation needed allies. The Swiss Conference was a great opportunity to show the good will of his government.

As soon as the Russian Premier and his bodyguards entered the room, everyone fell silent. Though the West had always been relatively hostile since the proclamation of the Russian Federation, Aleksandr felt that there was an unsual enmity against them. It was obvious that they had chosen the Soviets as the main suspect for the bombings. Regardless, he sat down at the opposite of the United States and waited.

 

[Cailst]

Asoka sat in his seat watching as the the Russian walked into the room. He wasn't particularly scared of the premier as he had his own body guards and they would take a bullet for the brother of the Indian president. Asoka had been chosen as the diplomat for the Indian government as he was skilled at it and a bit of nepotism was involved. It was odd that Russia, once a friend of India was now its enemy and was likely to be at war with it in the next few weeks. However, they probably wouln't fight for a while as China stood in the way and would continue to do so for the entire war.

Asoka then turned towards Patrick and put his hand out to shake his hand.
"Hi, President Keylan," he said in a friendly way.

 

[Wing]

Pierre noticed the other leaders had guards standing at their sides. He had three of High Guard Elite come into the room and stand aside him. He saw the Russian Premier took his seat next to him alongside the President of the United States. He held out his hand to shake the Russian Premier's hand.

 

[Epic]

Rupert looked at a chart on the clipboard his assistant had given him, but didn't truly read it. He was far too busy to be concerned with something as trivial, relatively speaking, as Crime Rates. Apparently, they were down, but he wasn't listening to the woman's senseless babble. Instead his mind was occupied with the meeting awaiting him. A meeting that could possibly change the face of the earth and change history forever. Rupert didn't doubt that his involvement in today's meeting would help define his role as Prime Minister.

And eventually he saw the door. Outside stood two soldiers wearing what looked like Paintbuckets for hats. Bloody French, he thought as he and his two bodyguards, who were in their normal military uniforms, stepped through the doors leading into the room.

Inside, several world leaders were already gathered and sitting at chairs with golden tags on the table in front of them. Walking around, Rupert found the one labeled Prime Minister of the UK, which was directly across from the Premier's seat. Lovely.

"It's good to see most of you again." said Rupert cheerfully at first, sitting down as he did so. He smoothed his suit jacket once he was comfortable and smiled at the gathering. No sense in coming to a party all gloomy after all, right?

 

[Wing]

Outside stood two soldiers wearing what looked like Paintbuckets for hats. Bloody French, he thought

OOC: Is your leader a jerk?

 

[Epic]

ooc: No, he just doesn't like the French sometimes.

 

[The Balance]

The Sultan of Saudi Arabia walked into the room, and sat down at the place where his nameplate was located. His main point in the conference was to grasp what both sides were planing and get what both sides were offering for neutral countries to join their side.

He looked around the room he could already feel the tension building up. He was an ex-soldier and knew that war was hell, he didn't want his boys going into a war where they couldn't help their people.

 

[Wing]

Still holding his hand to the Russian Premier he saw the Saudi Arabian leader come into the room. "Oi, monsieur! Welcome!" Yeah welcome, Pierre thought, you have all the oil.

 

[The Balance]

"Hello, to you also my friend" the sultan replied. He would not allow himself to be bought over, he had to remember his plan, listen and learn.

 

[Ser Gregor]

Grasping the hand of Keylan, Brent returned the cordial verse: "Likewise." The room seemed to be filling up quite quickly, and it wouldn't be long before the glorified shouting match began. Vasilyevich, Asoka, Hunter... smiling lightly, he scribbled another note down on his pad. An interesting shouting match, I'll give it that. Ever since Russia's declarations against the world, the northern border had been solidified and virtually impenetrable, at least he hoped. He didn't need the arial photos to know the Russian Northern border looked much the same.

"Greetings, Mr. Prime Minister... Can I call you Rupert? It's going to get quite confusing with us in here. Half of the people here are called Prime Minister." Brent called, a smile on his face as always. He was a very casual man, and even in serious situations such as this, he was cheerful. The potency of a lifted-heart is as powerful as any weapon. However, he was deadly serious when it came to actual business. Turning to the Russian leader Vasilyevich. "Dobriy vyecher, Vasilyevich." He spoke, somewhat clumsily, in Russian. He had taken a number of intensive lessons in the past month or so, to help him break the ice, no pun intented, between the two countries. Rule number one of peace keeping, make the person comfortable.

 

[Wing]

Pierre noticed the Prime Minister of Canada had arrived. "Bonjour, Monsieur Prime Minister of Canada. I have to say I love your country's products, your people do a fine job. The other day I had croissants with Canadian maple syrup. Delicious." Pierre leaned over the Russian Premier and the U.S. President to shake his hand.

 

[Epic]

ooc: Dude, Nexus's character arrived before you brought in your security.

 

[Wing]

OOC: Pierre wasn't watching the door making, noticing everyone who came in. There is dozens of NPCs in here as well for the countries nobody picked.