Lính vuông

[Minhdao]

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On this very day each year, November 1st, the Chuthe government has been celebrating - along with the military and the populace - their famed and highly expensive military parade. The first was held in 1985 since the Chuthe's takeover in 1979. This celebration was established in order to honour all of Minhdao's military personel who have fallen and those who have returned home victorious. The Chuthe always spent millions on this celebration and made sure that pro-Chuthe propaganda and pro-Khan propaganda were to be seen in the parade itself and all across the streets of Diengam and Minhdao entierly. Gen. Hien Su Khan was pleased of the positive response from his people who stood outside in the large stadium of Lính vuông holding pictures of him, The Buddha and some with pictures of loved ones who died in conflict. It was a good day for a parade. The sun was shining and there was no sign of a cloud in the sky. The parade was soon to commence, but first, the General was even more excited to meet his outside guests which were specifically invited to this festival. As far as he knew, the Prime Minister of Gonro-Altai was to attend as well as a general from Sinhai. But what Khan was very happy about was the presence of a diplomat from Greater Sarmatia. It goes without saying, the beloved leader of Minhdao wanted to make a good impression. Soldiers, dancers and artists were ready for their specific numbers to perform for the diplomats and the high-ranking leaders of Minhdao.

Khan wanted to personally greet his foreign counterparts before they were to make their way to the stadium. Outside one of his many palaces across Minhdao, he waited for their respective vehicles to show so he may make a warm and friendly greeting - something he wasn't quite used to do. However, this was a stepping-stone for Minhdao as it is the first parade since 1985 where forieng visitors were actually invited to attened. Of course, only nations with specific interest to Khan may join in on the festivities.

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[Khemia]

General Phiyada had landed at the "International" airport outside the capital only a few hours ago; he used the word 'International' very lightly when referring to what had to be the most underused transportation facility on the continent. He could have sworn some rural civilian airports in Sinhai saw more traffic. Still, the absolute lack of life was a sure sign of fantastic security; you won't get shot if there's no one around with a rifle to pull the trigger, afterall. Plus, everyone looks suspicious, and it's easy to keep an eye on them.

He'd taken a small detour before coming to the reception at the palace; one of his favorite foods was a simple meal: phở. He had eaten the dish many times at several Minh-Sinese communities and had found several restaurants there that had made him a rather critical and biased eater. The phở he'd had was crap, though. Maybe it was just the restaurant, or maybe the society didn't actually allow people to truly develop their culinary techniques on even simple dishes. Maybe they had to survive on rations... he shuddered to think about such a situation in Sinhai.

He pushed the thought to the back of his mind and decided to give the Minhese people the benefit of the doubt as he strode up the stairs to the man that led the pariah nation to his north; General Khan. General Phiyada's own military attire was nearly in comparison to the Minhese man's, Khan had more medals, likely self-awarded, pinned all across his chest.

General Phiyada pressed his palms together in front of his face, closed his eyes and bowed slightly, enough to show his respect for his counterpart but not too much to be a sign of weakness. They were, afterall, Generals of neighboring states. "Sawatdee phohn Khan. Phom cheu phohn Phiyada khawng Sinhai Bpawng gan Thap."

He allowed his translator, a Minh expatriot, to do the translating for him. "Hello and good health, General Khan. I am General Phiyada of the Sinhai Defense Force."

 

[Minhdao]

The first of his invited guests had arrived and General Khan was pleased to see the traditional bow from a foreign diplomat, especially one coming from the south. Stepping down the marble stones leading to General Phiyada, he extended his hand and gave his counterpart a firm shake. Khan was not a tall man, very stout with large specs, but he still knew how to give a firm shake. "Cảm ơn bạn đã tới. Bạn đang hiện diện là đánh giá cao giá đắt." He then peered to the translator and nodded in approval to do his jon -- correctly. "Thank you for coming. You're presence is dearly appreciated." Khan then pointed towards the palace and informed general Phiyada that he could follow his men inside to accomodate him with beverages and professionally cooked food by Chuthe-hired catterers. Now Khan awaited his other guests as the deadline for the parade neared around the corner.

 

[Natal]

The plane of Premier Denikin arrived in the Airport immediately after the one of the plane of General Phiyada. Denikin, dressed in his special blue SPI (Altaic for Internal Protection Service) general uniform along with two of his men went to greet General Khan he saw the bow of General Phiyada and the smile of Khan's face when he saw this. When he aproached, he too bow and gave General Khan a firm shake.
"Sunt mândru de faptul ca ânsfarsit sunt aici cu dumneata, Generale Khan. Sper ca relațiile dintre țările noastre să se âmbunatațeasca in continuare".
The translator then said:
"I'm proud to be here, and I thank you for the invitation general Khan. I hope that the relations between our countries will improve".
After that, Denikin shake hands with General Phiyada too.

 

[Minhdao]

Again pleased to see another potential friend of Minhdao, General Khan smiled and instructed Premier Deniki to enter the palace for refreshments. Minhdao's most elite were inside ready to mingle with the foreign visitors. Now there was only the Sarmatian diplomat to greet, and Khan waited in suspense. It was no secret that he would love to meet the counterparts invited after the parade for some one-on-one interaction and see where it could very well lead. But he had to be patient nevertheless.
One of his guards quietly approached him, bowed, and began whispering in the general's ear. He said: "There has been some activity in downtown Diengam by socialist rebel groups. But I am pleased to inform you it has been rectified my Leader. Not a big crowd, but big enough to cause a stir. Shall we cover this up until after th parade?" he asked. Khan nodded in agreement and smiled as he was content the problem was solved by paramilitary forces. Now he continued to wait and watched his clock tick.. Protesters have felt the wrath of Khan.

(OOC: had to throw in that last bit )

 

[Minhdao]

It was only a matter of time before the parade would commence. The elite and invited guests would be able to watch the entire thing from above on the balcony of Khan's Palace. From inside, you could hear the crowd cheering to see the spectacle at hand. Drums, trumpets and all kinds of instruments resonated across Diengam.
General Khan entered the Palace and figured the Sarmatian diplomat has been held back or was running a little late. His seat was always reserved however. The General entered with his guards and directed the guests towards the balcony. Khan, howver, was to make a quick speech down below nearing the end of the parade. But for now, he had Premier Deniki and General Phiyada follow him and sit on each side of him. All smiles, he was pleased with the turnout in and out of the palace.

 

[Minhdao]

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The military parade of Minhdao had come to a close. Soldiers, performers and the display of old and new Minhdese heavy equipment had brought the crowd to the feet cheering for their nation and leader. Security was heavy. There were sharp-shooters on each rooftop in the earea, and the parade area itself was basically closed in by the military always armed and ready for action. There had been a slight incident with left-wing protesters earlier in the day, and Gen. Khan was very demanding that none would find their way into the square.

Khan was never one to make any public speech or appearance too often in his own nation and others. However, as the crowd cheered and gathered around the suare's balcony where the elite and guess sat, he stood up and appoached a microphone which had been set-uip for him post-parade time. He waved and let his hand sway in the air. Though there was a slight gust, his general's hat never moved. He adjusted his specs and began to speak following the crowd's immediate silence. "My dear countrymen and women, my gracious guests and my dearest friends in government; today you have witnessed what is non less than the most superb military parade in Minhdao to this date." After uttering this line, the crowd cheered, threw various confetti and ribbons and waved Minhdese flags about. "You have seen what true organization and preperation can do. You have seen the might and grace of the Minhdese military. I am pleased that you were all able to share this day with me." They cheered again. "Glory to our Chuthe and to our nation. We will certainly crush any opposition to the State that dare threaten us!" After this final sentence, the crowd simply roared. The elite as well as the guests all now stood up as well and began to clap. Khan made his way across the row of the elite and shook each of their hands. He thanked Deniki for his appearance and smiled - slightly bowing much like Deniki had done upon arrival. When arriving to Phiyada, he leaned in and whispered to him, in Minhdese. "Perhaps you would be able to extend your visit for a minor meeting. However, it is entierly up to you."

 

[Khemia]

His translator had been slow on the take, but he had glimmered enough from the Minh-Sinese troops under his command to understand a few basic words - enough to allow him to start nodding even before his aid finished the translation.
"Of course I can," he smiled, looking out at the crowd in front of them. Some of them seemed genuinely happy; parades were always nice. He himself had been spending time preparing plans to give his own army a parade - one designed for them to watch, though, not one for foreigners. "I am your guest until I leave Minhdao's borders, and am happy to continue to serve my country here."

 

[Minhdao]

"Excellent. Absolutely splendid." The General smiled. he placed one hand on the general's shoulder and directed him with the other. "Please come inside for refreshments. I'd like you to personally meet my panel within the Chuthe and then we can perhaps get down to business." The men began to mwalk as the parade had officially come to a close. "We have much to discuss about the future of our nations."

 

[Beautancus]

Many factors were conspiring to make what would have been an otherwise pleasant trip to an oft overlooked portion of the world, to a potentially strategically valuable partner-nation, an exercise in masochism. Though everyone of the Minh people that Generał Broni (Lieutenant General) Florian Laźniński had thus far been introduced to had been more than accomodating, and in fact downright ingratiating (especially in regards to the lovely young ladies that had been provided to...acclimate...Laźniński to the local culture), a regrettably less than stiff case of bowel trouble- and a few "swallows" too many of the local beverage of choice were doing horrible things to the Sarmatian envoy's constitution.

Well advanced in age- much closer to sixty-three than to sixty-two, and increasing in girth with every passing day, it would have been impossible for him to have done anything except sweat like a hog at a barbecue in this climate. That, added to the enormous clamor of the admittedly quite impressive parades, was creating an environment for the perfect storm of cultural misunderstandings. It was just as well that Laźniński had been assigned a non-military toady for this assignment, which might well grow into the new permanent Sarmatian diplomatic mission to Minhdao.

Maciej Obrowków, a man with no official noble or government titles, remained at the aging Sarmatian warhorse's side, silently observing this new corner of the world with large gray eyes, not altogether unlike those of an owl, or some more sinister bird of prey perhaps.

Though that younger, but infinitely more impressive and terrifying man bore no official titles, as such, Laźniński was more than aware of the fact that this "civilian" was actually a carefully maintained plant for the BNP, or the Imperial Secret Police/Intelligence Agency...perhaps the most feared arm of the ever growing, and self-perpetuating machine of tyranny that had consumed the whole of the Sarmatian state. Though his source had left the exact nature of Obrowków's mission to Minhdao unclear, Laźniński assumed it was to plant the seeds for some sort of intelligence cooperation between their two nations...which would lead to only God knew where.

Despite the ever-constant cramps blazing through his oversized gut, Laźniński wished- quite fervently- that there was a bottle of "burbon" whiskey close at hand. He was a soldier, for the love of all that was holy, and aside from that, far too old to have been thrust into such Machiavellian machinations as this.

 

[Khemia]

General Phiyada made sure to give his Sarmatian counterpart a wide berth, more out of fear that chunks of god-knows-what might be sprayed upon his well-pressed uniform, finding it's way into the smallest, most difficult to clean crevices. He'd met Sarmatians before; they reminded him of college men minus the metabolic vigor. Hungry for women and alcohol. He knew better than to make a remark, however; he'd once been a drill instructor, and he could tell when one had a murderous intent to them. The younger of the two seemed exceptionally cold - not the type you give a rifle to quickly, 'lest you find your brains decorating the walls.

The Minhdese General seemed much more friendly, not quite the unsavory individual as the Sarmatian. Phiyada thought for a moment. Now that I think about it, maybe all Sarmatian soldiers are that way... Perhaps Khan simply wanted favors, or perhaps he wanted to make some sort of mutually beneficial agreement between him and Sinhai. Phiyada was tired of the shadow of Oikawa looming over his country, it deterred investors and allies alike. Sinhai had to establish itself as a nation with a foreign policy totally independent of Oikawa - not many nations in the East could profess to this achievement.

"The future of our nations is, of course, an ideal goal - but that is still nonetheless the future. I look forward to improving our relations of the present. I'm sure that you have ideas to achieve this, of course," Phiyada smiled politely as his translator quickly relayed the ideas.

 

[Minhdao]

Sr. General Khan and Sinhai's General Phiyada walked slowly down the golden halls of one of Khan's luxurious palaces across Minhdao. Not many have ever seen the inside of the palace; nor walked on its jade marble floors. The stout General ordered one of his young female servers to bring a tray of eastern wine his way. "Cô gái! ở đây!" he hollered as he waved her over. The girl kept a brisk smile upon her face as she balanced the tray with three glasses of wine perched atop. "Leave the tray" he ordered and tugged his head to the right in ways of telling her to "get lost" without sounding rude.
"Of course the future may be bright, but we must absolutely focus on today." Khan agreed with Phiyada as he handed him a glass. "For two nations to have been so close yet so far for so long is, in my opinion, unacceptable. We must finally realise that breaking the chains of silence from the powers that be to the north is necessary for our survival. Minhdese and Sinese alike." Khan explained as he picked up the other two remaining glasses. "Have a seat in the study ahead. You'll have to excuse me a moment, I must tend to the portly white man outside." Khan poked at Florian Laźniński to his Serindian neighbor. Humour which would be well-recieved. I guess he had a hunch...

Walking towards the hall once more, the General noticed the guests parting ways in order to let Khan walk towards his social target: Laźniński. Khan made sure entertainment would be like the wine being drunk at the party. Meaning, he stocked up the room with the sleasiest-dressing escorts in Diengam. Ever man wearing some sort of military attire and a name tag was being well taken care of. Privately sometimes even. Khan walked over to Florian Laźniński sitting beside a high-ranker in the Minhdese military and government. "Mr. Laźniński!" He smiled. "It's been a long time coming. I'm sorry to hear of your troubles finding he palace. Usually its quite easy to see from the street." he joked as he was handing him his wine. "Welcome to Minhdao. I am glad you were able to catch bits of the parade and were present for my speech." he greeted with pleasantness. "Perhaps you'd prefer whiskey?"

 

[Khemia]

General Phiyada chuckled. He took the rice wine to his lips softly and sat in the chair smiling, the girl who had brought the wine to the two seemed to be lingering in the hallway. She was attractive, he thought to himself, her supple chest... he lithe figure... in his mind he imagined her beauty. He pressed his hand to his head, shading his eyes and blocking her from his vision. He knew better than to tempt himself, he knew the things he'd done before to such pretty girls, he could see through her clothes, he could feel the warm wetness in his hands. He had to hide the regret, he couldn't let it happen again. He focused his energy on suppressing the desire and drank the glass quickly. Hopefully General Khan would not take too long.

 

[Minhdao]

General Khan entered his private study alone and shut the door behind them. He ordered the girl poking around the study to get back to work. "Glad you could stay once more, General." He said as he removed his hat, dusted it off and hung it on the rack near by. He helped himself to another glass of wine which seemed to have gone down before it ever hit the bottom. He noticed Phiyada still working on his. "I hope you enjoyed the meal. I pride myself in to eating only from the best in Minhdao. It should only be fair my guests are treated the same." He sat facing the general in a plush chair. "It must have been a difficult decision leaving Sinhai seeing as how you're in the middle of a civil war."

 

[Khemia]

"The war itself is going quite well," Phiyada remarked with a smile. "Also, General Silpajarn is in command of the Khao Offensive. He is a very capable man, I trust that under his leadership our troops will be able to break the back of the militants." He sat back in his chair and gauged the amount of information he could confide within Khan. "To be honest," he continued, "our greatest problems arise from the defector 8th Infantry Division. They've been at the heart of the resistance in Sai Yok, and have been giving us far more hell than the militants could. They fight dirty, they've learned to integrate with the people of Sai Yok. I doubt that fighting in the North will end within the next few years - but for the first time in seven decades we've been able to assert hegemony over the majority of the North. If we can push democratic reforms through, we can get people to participate in a system instead of resort to violence."

He smiled and had a bit more wine. "There aren't enough people in the North to make a real difference in politics, and with the regions special status as the Northern Military District we have time to marginalize the radicals and kindle the moderates. We'll play the radicals game, and beat them at it."

Phiyada was quite handsome for a general. He had often wondered why he resorted to violence to find women. His full, black head of hair shone in the light of the office, his auburn eyes turned to Khan once again like those of a hawk. "How do you feel about Nokanawa?" he changed the conversation unexpectedly, folding his arms in front of the medals pinned to his black dress uniform.

 

[Minhdao]

"Nokanawa has always been a hit-and-a-miss for me." Khan answered as he sipped his wine. "I would call them a fallen power by now; don't hear much from them. That much, keeps me happy. They've never really done anything for our region to the southeast anyway." Khan looked around the room decorated with old war portraits of past conflicts which once raged in Minhdao during the seperation as a secualr Buddhist nation...at the time of course. "That brings up the question of each others' stances - being neighbours and all. It's good to say that we've been at peace for many many years, yet we haven't made any sort of agreement that could very well boost certain aspects of both our nation, respectively." He sipped his wine once again and set it on the small table near his arm-rest. The old General coughed and continued, "You showing up here in the midst of a Civil War shows me that perhaps we could work further and strengthen our ties a little better - get a grip on things down here. I'm sure you can agree..."

 

[Khemia]

"I am indeed looking to strengthen our ties, for the mutual benefit of our countries," Phiyada nodded to Khan with a smile. "While the implementation of democracy in Sinhai is just around the corner - I will retain my office for several months. Of course, elections take time, and things need to happen to ensure that Sinhai does not collapse."

"I'm looking to make an agreement that would remove the shadow cast by Nokanawa and strengthen both of our regimes. An economic agreement - you see, when people have jobs and money, they forget their real problems and scapegoat superficial problems, like taxes and employers. They also have less time to do things like participate in seditious organizations," Phiyada spoke directly to Khan with these words, letting Khan know that Phiyada knew more than he let on about the social instabilities of Minhdao. Phiyada did not speak with any insult, however, instead he simply attempted to appeal to the man's sensibilities.

"For Sinhai, a stronger economy and definitive separation from Oikawa in the form of a truly independent foreign policy means more money from the west. More money from the west means quicker reconstruction in the North, meaning more stability in Sinhai. This leads to more money and legitimacy for the Chuthe, as allies and supporters of the East's first - and only - truly democratic Republic."

"So, before I continue rambling," General Phiyada took a moment to breath and take a sip of the rice wine, "please tell me how you feel Sinhai can benefit you; and how we can accomplish this."

 

[Minhdao]

Sr. General Khan scratched his head briefly and was admiring Phiyada's upfrontness towards this whole meeting so far. He sipped his wine; finishing it finally and then crossing his hands and placing one leg overtop the other. "Although this is nice thought. It will be difficult to overshadow the grasps of Nokanawa; economically-speaking."

"But I am sure that if we were to set up some sort of mutual trade agreement between border and as neighbours, we could rapidly be able to support one-another and therefore, raise the bar for Serindia." Uncrossing his legs now, he pressed forward. "Minhdao is currently going through an industrial overhaul - complete restructuring of major Minhdese companies to secure more employment, but most importantly, make our own products from Minhdao and not abroad. What I want for Minhdao and Sinhai is Free Trade deal seperate from any other world organisation, cooperation between our State Intelligence services for the hunt on terrorist or anrarchist activity within Serindia." He tried to be as clear and precise for the translator as he possibly could. He was hoping the Sinese leader would take this into consideration and possibly even add something constructive to it.

With Sinhai being a part of the CoN, Khan had a feeling in the back of his mind and deap in his heart that Sinhai could possibly be able to give Minhdao a "pat on the back" if the Chuthe were ever to be a little naughty on the world stage. Perhaps even his newly-formed connections with the Sarmatian could very well help. But for now, it was all a matter of building a stable partnership.

 

[Khemia]

"The problem with Nokanawa is that it is wealthy, but it does not share that wealth. The west is scared of investing in a country that routinely puts down revolts through armed force," he shrugged. "We've managed to keep that stigma off Sinhai, hopefully for good. We're giving the people democracy and bombs, Nokanawa is just giving bombs."

"I would be quite happy with a bilateral free trade agreement between us; Minhdao looks to be quite lucrative with the right market techniques," Phiyada smiled and leaned forward to face Khan better. "And as you may have heard, the SDF and Sinhai's former intelligence agency, Intertel, did not see eye to eye on some matters. As such, the Directorate of Intelligence and Counter-Espionage has become Sinhai's new premier intelligence agency, you may call them DICE. They've been eager to expand into a larger intelligence community, and Minhdese intelligence services have the abilities to go places that DICE cannot."

Phiyada smiled at Khan for a moment before sitting back in his chair and downing the rest of the rice wine. His skin was starting to grow red, a sure sign he was having a bit much alcohol. Where his skill with women lacked, his ability to retain his liquor did not - he smiled and pondered whether branching out with Sinese relations was a wise move. Traditionally the country had little ties with others - busy with its own internal affairs and skeptical of the meddling of the international community. With Vangalan meddling having been made apparent, Phiyada knew Sinhai would need allies in any place necessary. It was always wise to recruit friends from all walks of life.

 

[Minhdao]

Smiling at what he'd just heard, General Khan felt comfortble enough to cross his legs and arms as he continued to speak with General Phiyada. He took his empty glass; as well as that of his guest, and placed them both aside for one of the servants to be rid of. He was a younger boy - no older than 14 at least. "I am pleased with the outcome here general Phiyada. Perhaps we should write the actual agreement, get the proper information threw, sign and be done with it in the near-future." He held out his hand, waiting for his counterpart to shake back. "I'm sure Minhdao nor Sinhai will ever see conflict between our borders ever again."