Oneida
Established Nation
Almost as soon as the thud of aircraft signaled its wheels had touched the ground, Minister Cabello’s grip of the armrest released and he opened his eyes. For a man whose job is almost always conducted on a plane flying from one location to another, he had a paralyzing fear of flying. His staff would joke about how all the windows had to be closed while in the air because Cabello couldn’t stomach to notice he was 12,000 meters in the sky.
He leaned to the side of his chair and lifted the cover of the window. The wing of the plane was swaying up and down as it taxied. He had read countless briefs about how the flexibility of the wing was a safety feature, but to him it only meant it was seconds away from falling off.
“Another happy landing,” his aide smiled at him. He grunted as he pulled out his phone. Sure enough, there were countless e-mails addressing the invitation that the Organization of Democratic States had sent while he was airborne to Sylvania. He always had a sneaking suspicion they wanted him out of the room while ODS negotiations were taking place, but he did everything he could to shake the idea that sending him to Sylvania was part of a greater plot to keep him out of the hemisphere, let alone the room.
At this point, Cabello had suffered a series of defeats and failed to deliver meaningful foreign policy results to Consul Valera or President Ordenes. His briefing materials would indicate that at the very least, dealing with Faraday would be less of a headache than the world leaders of Gallia. There every leader was far more concerned with positioning their own country as the de facto leader of the continent than they were of creating any sort of arena for cooperation. The Sylvanians were far more pragmatic, but there are any number of things that grant them such luxuries. For whatever political genius the Aurarians could employ, no ally would ever be as good to Auraria as the Silk and Thaumantic Oceans are to Sylvania.
Nevertheless, the time had come to negotiate outside of Gallia and begin to find Auraria’s place in the larger scheme of things. Sylvania was a natural target to beginning dialogues outside of the dogma of the old world. The added bonus, of course, was its allegiance to the Democratic Defense Initiative – perhaps the world’s largest military bloc. While Auraria was suspicious of Post-Delegationism, and its own Post-Delegationist factions were constant thorns, Sylvania presented its own unique cultural challenges.
Late last year, the Sylvanian Congress moved to restrict non-white Aurokin and Nethian immigration citing crime statistics, which left a poor impression on the Republic. Not least to mention that the country’s entire Social Democratic Party was embroiled in a child-sex ring scandal that saw so many resign and an entire administration collapse. President Breckenridge and President Ordenes certainly wouldn’t find much common ground if the two were in a room. Good thing that Cabello was sent first to see where it was, if there was any at all.
The Foreign Minister rose from his chair and began walking to the front of the plane. An aide handed him his coat – Sylvania was far colder than Auraria. They weren’t used to such climates. The doors were opened and before he stepped out he looked to his staff that had assembled around him.
“Let’s try it again, shall we?”
They nodded and the Foreign Minister stepped out of the plane to meet the entourage.
@Sylvania
He leaned to the side of his chair and lifted the cover of the window. The wing of the plane was swaying up and down as it taxied. He had read countless briefs about how the flexibility of the wing was a safety feature, but to him it only meant it was seconds away from falling off.
“Another happy landing,” his aide smiled at him. He grunted as he pulled out his phone. Sure enough, there were countless e-mails addressing the invitation that the Organization of Democratic States had sent while he was airborne to Sylvania. He always had a sneaking suspicion they wanted him out of the room while ODS negotiations were taking place, but he did everything he could to shake the idea that sending him to Sylvania was part of a greater plot to keep him out of the hemisphere, let alone the room.
At this point, Cabello had suffered a series of defeats and failed to deliver meaningful foreign policy results to Consul Valera or President Ordenes. His briefing materials would indicate that at the very least, dealing with Faraday would be less of a headache than the world leaders of Gallia. There every leader was far more concerned with positioning their own country as the de facto leader of the continent than they were of creating any sort of arena for cooperation. The Sylvanians were far more pragmatic, but there are any number of things that grant them such luxuries. For whatever political genius the Aurarians could employ, no ally would ever be as good to Auraria as the Silk and Thaumantic Oceans are to Sylvania.
Nevertheless, the time had come to negotiate outside of Gallia and begin to find Auraria’s place in the larger scheme of things. Sylvania was a natural target to beginning dialogues outside of the dogma of the old world. The added bonus, of course, was its allegiance to the Democratic Defense Initiative – perhaps the world’s largest military bloc. While Auraria was suspicious of Post-Delegationism, and its own Post-Delegationist factions were constant thorns, Sylvania presented its own unique cultural challenges.
Late last year, the Sylvanian Congress moved to restrict non-white Aurokin and Nethian immigration citing crime statistics, which left a poor impression on the Republic. Not least to mention that the country’s entire Social Democratic Party was embroiled in a child-sex ring scandal that saw so many resign and an entire administration collapse. President Breckenridge and President Ordenes certainly wouldn’t find much common ground if the two were in a room. Good thing that Cabello was sent first to see where it was, if there was any at all.
The Foreign Minister rose from his chair and began walking to the front of the plane. An aide handed him his coat – Sylvania was far colder than Auraria. They weren’t used to such climates. The doors were opened and before he stepped out he looked to his staff that had assembled around him.
“Let’s try it again, shall we?”
They nodded and the Foreign Minister stepped out of the plane to meet the entourage.
@Sylvania