Josepania
Establishing Nation
Palace of the Prime Minister, Diplomatic Hall
Smyrna, Aresura
At the head of the table, he sat like a statue, despite the flood of emotions running through him. Nervousness, contempt, just a hint of fear. Joseph Constantine knew that, while Touzen was many, many miles away, their ability to deploy anywhere in Europe was matched by few. Their two carrier battle groups still sitting just outside Aresurai national waters was proof of that. And although he hated them so, and wished for nothing more than to blow them out of the water so he could crush the so-called 'Legitimists' in their little fortress of Axiflos, he knew that just wasn't possible, and would sacrifice the political capital he was doing his utmost to build up. His support rested mostly on the majority of people in Aresura. From that support, international support followed, though that too was tenuous. He had to be cautious, polite, and diplomatic.
That was why he was here today. He was here to meet with a representative from Touzen, hopefully the Foreign Minister himself, to at the very least show he was open to dialogue. Although his inner circle requested a trained diplomat be the matching representative, he refused. 'I said I would meet personally with a representative from Touzen, and meet personally I will.' was what he said.
What would be accomplished at this meeting? Perhaps not much. Touzen unrealistically supported a regime that no longer had the support of either the Aresurai people or the international world, but unfortunately, the country was strong enough that it mattered little. He knew full well that Touzen was doing its utmost strengthening the 'Legitimists' there, and that there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped diplomacy would win out, to make the easterners realize the folly of their efforts... but considering he was no trained diplomat, that would probably be most challenging.
Still, he could say he tried. He tried to bring an end to the conflict without sacrificing 'the will of the Aresurai people', and if Touzen refused, their support in Reformist Aresura would diminish even further, helped by the recent hijacking and the surge of regional support for the Reformists, with no such surge coming for the Legitimists, Loyalists, whatever the hell they called themselves.
Outside, he heard the cars pull up, and the representatives of Touzen emerge to enter the palace. He made himself wait. Wait until the representatives appeared in the doorway, opened by guards. Only then he stood, and with a cordial, though perhaps not genuine smile on his face, announced his greetings.
"Salutations, gentlemen."
Smyrna, Aresura
At the head of the table, he sat like a statue, despite the flood of emotions running through him. Nervousness, contempt, just a hint of fear. Joseph Constantine knew that, while Touzen was many, many miles away, their ability to deploy anywhere in Europe was matched by few. Their two carrier battle groups still sitting just outside Aresurai national waters was proof of that. And although he hated them so, and wished for nothing more than to blow them out of the water so he could crush the so-called 'Legitimists' in their little fortress of Axiflos, he knew that just wasn't possible, and would sacrifice the political capital he was doing his utmost to build up. His support rested mostly on the majority of people in Aresura. From that support, international support followed, though that too was tenuous. He had to be cautious, polite, and diplomatic.
That was why he was here today. He was here to meet with a representative from Touzen, hopefully the Foreign Minister himself, to at the very least show he was open to dialogue. Although his inner circle requested a trained diplomat be the matching representative, he refused. 'I said I would meet personally with a representative from Touzen, and meet personally I will.' was what he said.
What would be accomplished at this meeting? Perhaps not much. Touzen unrealistically supported a regime that no longer had the support of either the Aresurai people or the international world, but unfortunately, the country was strong enough that it mattered little. He knew full well that Touzen was doing its utmost strengthening the 'Legitimists' there, and that there was nothing he could do about it. He hoped diplomacy would win out, to make the easterners realize the folly of their efforts... but considering he was no trained diplomat, that would probably be most challenging.
Still, he could say he tried. He tried to bring an end to the conflict without sacrificing 'the will of the Aresurai people', and if Touzen refused, their support in Reformist Aresura would diminish even further, helped by the recent hijacking and the surge of regional support for the Reformists, with no such surge coming for the Legitimists, Loyalists, whatever the hell they called themselves.
Outside, he heard the cars pull up, and the representatives of Touzen emerge to enter the palace. He made himself wait. Wait until the representatives appeared in the doorway, opened by guards. Only then he stood, and with a cordial, though perhaps not genuine smile on his face, announced his greetings.
"Salutations, gentlemen."