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| Psyonia | Feb 26 2011, 09:22 AM Post #11 |
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Ynlrtiga Abaet stood aboard the PMV Serenity, watching the warship that had carried him here shrink as the small day yacht the Psyonian People’s Department of Foreign Affairs had provided to carry him to shore. A small part of him resented having to leave the warship behind, though he had to admit that Psyonia hadn’t proved to be an inhospitable host so far. Indeed, the small yacht had all the amenities he could want for the short trip to shore and he had been treated quite well by the crew considering how the Psyonian people must feel about him (Abaet was certainly not one of those nobles who couldn’t fathom how the commoners wouldn’t want noblemen to lord over them, and having read the news reports on the reception of the Retarin whalers and those two nut-jobs from the APS he was also under no illusions of how the Psyonian public wanted thing to proceed). And Serenity was an impressive vessel. It had a very sleek design, and was cutting along at good speed despite the moderately sized swells that were doing their best to toss the small yacht back into the high seas. A flag pole was flying the Psyonian maritime diplomatic flag (essentially the diplomatic flag, which consist of a red field and a gold stylization of the DFA’s seal, with a thin white striped and thick blue stripe along the bottom), although two smaller courtesy flags also flew on the yacht’s secondary flag pole. One of them was Retarin flag, identifying Abaet as Her Majesty’s representative, but the other was Abaet’s personal arms flag. It was a small thing, barely a gesture worth noting, but it had been an act of respect for the Ynlrtiga by the Psyonian government, and Abaet appreciated it none the less. Before long Serenity was drawing close to the dock and Abaet got his first glimpse of the man who was going to be his Psyonian counterpart in the negotiations. He’s a giant! was the only thing that came to mind for several moments. For a few moments Abaet could have sworn he was eight feet tall before revising his estimates. The man was certainly tall, and tall for a Psyonian too, but not eight feet. Abaet made a new guess of maybe seven and a quarter. Still an impressive height. Serenity pulled up to the dock and the crew immediately set about securing her and setting up the small ramp that led down. As soon as he was given the all clear, Ynlrtiga Abaet strode down the ramp and over to his Psyonian counterpart. “Your Excellency,” said the large Psyonian in perfect Al Bhed as he extended a hand in greeting. “My name is Calvin Mureau, and it is my very great honor and privilege to, on behalf of the People of Psyonia, welcome you to our country.” Abaet grasped the Psyonian’s hand as he continued to take in small facts about the man before him. The Psyonian was not just tall, but fit as well. Not lanky as some tall people become, but well muscled and strong. In fact, Abaet could feel that strength in the Calvin’s firm grip – the grip of a man who could crush another man’s hand if he wanted but had the control to keep from doing so. “It is a very great honor and privilege to be here,” Abaet said. “With any luck, we might between us be able to solve our countries’ grievances with one another.” “One can only hope,” Calvin said with a broad smile. “If you’ll follow me, a car is waiting to escort us to a local government house where we can begin our dialog.” The two men proceeded down the dock to where a black sedan was waiting. As they drew closer to the car, Abaet began to detect the soft buzz of a large crowd nearby. They stepped into the vehicle, which immediately pulled away. As they drew away from the port area, Abaet finally caught sight of the crowd. A mass of demonstrators had organized just outside the docks protesting his mission. Many signs called upon him to stop interfering with the rule of law while others compared him to a certain famous Emeraldian despot. As the car pulled close, the police moved the barricades and forced the protestors to form a corridor for the car to move through to the city streets. Looking at Calvin, Abaet could tell the Psyonian wasn’t happy with having to go past the demonstrators in order to head inland, and Abaet decided that discussion of a different topic was called for. “Your Al Bhed is very good,” Albaet said. “Thank you. It’s part of why I was chosen for this meeting. I’ve been speaking it since I was a child. I grew up only a few blocks from Haf’rusa.” “Haf’rusa? I’m not familiar with that community.” “I’m not entirely surprised. Haf’rusa is a Reatarin ethnic enclave in Palentia. It was formed in the mid 70’s by Retarin socialists who felt… unwelcome in their homeland.” “Is that a fact?” “Indeed. There was a lot of immigration to Psyonia at that time due to that very reason from all over the globe. Laddneia, Espirit, Ochyrre, Demoness… all had socialists who felt unwanted or even despised and decided to come live in a socialist state. As a result we have many ethnic enclaves like Haf’rusa in Psyonia’s major metropolitan areas. Just another little thing that makes Psyonia so special.” “Interesting.” Edited by Psyonia, Mar 2 2011, 06:54 AM.
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| Psyonia | Mar 2 2011, 07:36 AM Post #12 |
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Calvin stared across the table at Ynlrtiga Abaet. Both men were somewhat weary after several days of back and forth during which the only thing they had successfully decided was where both countries’ governments stood on the issue. Still, Calvin had something new which might help things along. “The government has been in contact with the Prosecuting Attorney on the case of your whalers. He’s agreed to a plea bargain wherein the whalers admit fault, the vessel and all non-private property will be condemned and the men will receive as punishment a five year to life-long bar from entering Psyonian jurisdiction.” “Exile? You people still practice exile?” “It is a legal punishment for non-citizens. In fact, it exists exactly for awkward situations like this. And this solution would solve most of our major concerns. We don’t have to back down on the issues of our Antiborean claim nor whaling we don’t approve of while Retwinsore can have her sailor’s back plus you don’t have to recognize our sovereignty in Scottland as this would be the whalers cutting a deal, not the Retarin government.” “Hm. An interesting offer. And somewhat more frank than I’m used to.” “Politesse has its uses but often leaves too much to interpretation. I find speaking plainly during negotiations helps to avoid those problems.” “I suppose so. Still, this is a somewhat unexpected offer and I shall need some time to consider.” “Of course. Shall we reconvene in, say, an hour?” |
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| Psyonia | Mar 7 2011, 07:24 AM Post #13 |
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The officers of Port Said Police Department were happy to see the back side of the Retarin whalers. The presence of the foreign nationals had been a source of nothing but stress for the men and women charged with keeping the peace in Psyonia’s southernmost city, and turning over the men to the Retarin warship anchored off the coast after their punishment of “forbidden entrance to Psyonian jurisdiction for a period of not less than ten years” as the court had ruled in return for the guilty plea. If they were thankful though, it was nothing compared to the relief Calvin felt as he watch the Retarin aristocrat escort the whalers back to their vessel. Calvin had long ago learned the importance of diplomacy, no matter how frustrating or distasteful he found realpolitik to be. Still, he had managed to keep his country from a war with a foreign state. That would certainly be a big feather in his cap. And he demonstrated once again the reasonableness of socialist governments to the rest of the world, which would ultimately help the cause of international socialism in the future. All in all, a good outcome for the People of Psyonia, if Calvin could say so himself. |
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