Her options were growing fewer and fewer. Now, even Belmont, famous for throwing it's weight around and assisting countries in need, had failed to support Sinhai where and when it counted. Aid now was far more valuable than aid tomorrow, and infinitely more valuable than aid when the country was in shambles. What good would a nuclear reactor be if the state, nor the people, had the money for an education. Marjhan sighed and rubbed her palm against her forehead, as though to push an invisible pressure out of her skull.
She looked over a dossier provided to her by Sahmhang on the basics of relations with Zivontje; they were probably the last option available to her, though by far not the least valuable. They seemed to have a definite interest in putting down extremist factions, both fascist and communist, around the world. She'd looked just about everywhere, the CoN had delayed her membership and was hardly the effective body it was praised to be. Belmont was too pressured by public opinion. If anyone cared less about foreigners opinions on national policy, it was Zivontje. Plus, they'd help supply her troops with a moderate number of body armor, any country that saved her soldiers lives was valuable in her mind.
But there was one thing she knew about Ziv's, and that was they hated formal meetings. They'd rather be kicking up dust in some goat-ridden salt flat than sit at an oaken table. Unless the table had plentiful quantities of liquor, all Sarmatians could be found patient enough to sit at a table if liquor was involved, she knew that much from meeting with Sarmatian tourists.
Meeting with them herself wasn't the best plan, such a formal meeting would pressure them into being overly polite, putting them off their game and drawing attention away from the real issue, assistance to Sinhai. Still, it was the only way to guarantee that she was guaranteed to put her best effort towards accomplishing her goals.
She started by writing a letter she imagined would be quite boring. A video conference would be too impersonal, a phone call would be too quick, a letter and meeting the Ziv's in person would enhance attention for both parties. Besides, it'd been a while since she'd been out of the country.
To the State Officer in Zivontje,
I write on behalf of my nation, my people, and their plight. Zivontje is well know throughout the world, and especially within Sinhai, for their exploits and crusades against the extremist fanatics that seek to revert this world from civilization into chaos. Both communists and fascists alike deservedly tremble when Union sabres rattle and the Blues go to war.
With memory of aid in the recent past, and with hope that the Union seeks to continue their campaign for humanity, it is with the greatest humility that I request an audience with the leadership of Zivontje to discuss terms that may find our two Unions standing side-by-side in Sinhai and beyond against depravity, fanaticism, and anarchy. Should you accept this request by myself, I would happily meet you at any location of your choosing.
Sincerely,
Marjhan Visariya
President of the Union of Sinhai
She looked over a dossier provided to her by Sahmhang on the basics of relations with Zivontje; they were probably the last option available to her, though by far not the least valuable. They seemed to have a definite interest in putting down extremist factions, both fascist and communist, around the world. She'd looked just about everywhere, the CoN had delayed her membership and was hardly the effective body it was praised to be. Belmont was too pressured by public opinion. If anyone cared less about foreigners opinions on national policy, it was Zivontje. Plus, they'd help supply her troops with a moderate number of body armor, any country that saved her soldiers lives was valuable in her mind.
But there was one thing she knew about Ziv's, and that was they hated formal meetings. They'd rather be kicking up dust in some goat-ridden salt flat than sit at an oaken table. Unless the table had plentiful quantities of liquor, all Sarmatians could be found patient enough to sit at a table if liquor was involved, she knew that much from meeting with Sarmatian tourists.
Meeting with them herself wasn't the best plan, such a formal meeting would pressure them into being overly polite, putting them off their game and drawing attention away from the real issue, assistance to Sinhai. Still, it was the only way to guarantee that she was guaranteed to put her best effort towards accomplishing her goals.
She started by writing a letter she imagined would be quite boring. A video conference would be too impersonal, a phone call would be too quick, a letter and meeting the Ziv's in person would enhance attention for both parties. Besides, it'd been a while since she'd been out of the country.
To the State Officer in Zivontje,
I write on behalf of my nation, my people, and their plight. Zivontje is well know throughout the world, and especially within Sinhai, for their exploits and crusades against the extremist fanatics that seek to revert this world from civilization into chaos. Both communists and fascists alike deservedly tremble when Union sabres rattle and the Blues go to war.
With memory of aid in the recent past, and with hope that the Union seeks to continue their campaign for humanity, it is with the greatest humility that I request an audience with the leadership of Zivontje to discuss terms that may find our two Unions standing side-by-side in Sinhai and beyond against depravity, fanaticism, and anarchy. Should you accept this request by myself, I would happily meet you at any location of your choosing.
Sincerely,
Marjhan Visariya
President of the Union of Sinhai