The North PacificBoard

Official Statement from the Queen of Triekru
An Ultimatum issued to the Government of Kerlodes.
Kerlodes is currently illegally occupying large areas of land recognized by our administration as property of Triekru. We demand the immediate surrender of said lands to the Republic of Triekru. Failure to accept the terms of the ultimatum will result in a declaration of war and three million troops invading Kerlodes. Let this be our first and final warning.

“You sure your up for this, Kropanin? It’s been quite a while since you last dealt with a situation of such a scale.” Said a man in a dark tuxedo. Kropanin looked at the man for a moment with confusion before saying, “Why, of course I am up for it.What an odd thing to ask… Lord, how long is it going to take before we get there?” The man in the tuxedo quickly fixed his tie before saying, “My apologies sir, and it’s going to take… Perhaps a few more hours? Nevertheless, you should enjoy the ride throughout the trip.” Kropanin mumbled a few words before moving the shutters up to reveal a bright bunch of clouds.

They were high up in an airplane. Clouds were golden as the bright sun slowly went down and the white moon rose. Between those clouds remained a bright airplane - Flying forwards, and flying towards the heartland of communism itself - Puczovska.

“We’re here for what reason, if you don’t mind me asking?” Asked a man who sat in front of Kropanin with a plate of rice and meat. “Eugh… Well… We’re here because we need to deal with a situation regarding this island nation named Armatas, or rather.. North Armatas, and its southern counterpart.”

“Sounds… Fun, you’ll be heading it, correct?” said the man as he picked up a piece of burnt meat with his fork. “You look like a pig, Pyotr, Jesus Christ... “ Said Kropanin. “Sorry, sorry. I haven’t eaten all day. Been busy with the damn Pilots trying to steer us into the wrong direction.” “Those years of piloting really paid off? Eh?” Pytor shrugged. “For once, I suppose. Even so, going back to my question… You’ll be heading it?”

Kropanin said, “Eh… We’ll be supervising it alongside the ambassador of Halicz. Nothing to worry about, I’d think. We just need to try our best to ensure that we aren’t biased towards anyone. Which, I think is something we’ll be able to accomplish. We have all sides for this situation, and at worst we may fail in this conference. We’re going to be representing the Emperor in this Conference, and so.. Let's not screw this up.”

Pytor said, “I do hope so. That reminds me, do we have any more ambassadors here? On this plane?” Kropanin said, “Eh.. I believe so. They got their own areas to head into. Which is why the plane will leave Puczovska after around 3 hours, I believe. They’ll come back for us when we send a request to the Lotionese Emperor to retrieve us after the conference is over, and we’ll stop by a hotel of some kind while we’re in Puczovska. That's the plan, at least.” Said Kropanin as he moved his wine bottle between his fingers.

Pytor nodded. “Alright. So, if you don’t mind me asking…. Is there a thing your going to do after this conference?” as he pointed a fork with a piece of meat at Kropanin.

“Personally? I think your thinking too far into this, and I’d recommend you point your meat somewhere else.” Kropanin said, fiercely. Pytor reddened up for a bit before he said, “I suppose.. Fine. I’ll head somewhere else then.” Pytor said, annoyed.

The rest of the trip would remain calm and peaceful for some time.
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“Those are quite a lot of reporters. Your sure we’ll be able to not get disturbed during this?” Kropanin said. Pytor shrugged before saying, “I’m not sure myself, but.. I’ll just guess, it’ll be fine, for you. Everything should be alright.”
Prior to this, Kropanin, Pytor, and numerous other Ambassadors landed in Puczovksa. Where they had traveled to Bastok, and were fully prepared for the conference.They driven to Bastok, and where the conference were located. They had entered the conference building, as well.

’Seems like there’s a lot more reporters than I had thought. Jesus Christ.’ Thought Kropanin as he stepped inside the building, and was being led towards the conference. He personally admired its beauty and at one point thought, ’At one point, I should tell the Lotionese Emperor of this. He’d be quite interested in designing a city in St.Alexander similar as this.’

Pytor shifted his gaze towards Kropanin and whispered, “Well. Its showtime now, I suppose. Don’t make the emperor look like a joke here. Your diplomatic work here is important.” Kropanin looked confused. “Mine? Your not joining in?” Pytor nodded his head. “I’m just here to lead you here. I’ll most likely just back to the car after your in the room, and prepared to lead the conference.”

Kropanin nodded and continued forwards, eventually seeing the Puczovskan Ambassador, and the other ambassadors. Pytor had turned around and began walking back, leaving Kropanin.

It’s showtime lads.