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Post by Ignatius on Nov 24, 2007 18:46:33 GMT -5
Atlanta, Georgia Capitol Building
President Jefferson Samuel Davis, the freshly elected president of the 'Southern States of America', glanced happily at the beautiful Virginian horizon from the window of his personal office, quietly musing on the role his beloved country had given to him during the recent months. With the act of succession finally a reality to the sixteen-state strong 'Southern Union' after months of feuding with the now-defunct United States of America, the various Senators of the Southern States of American (or Confederate States) were now hard at work fixing the social and economic problems that plagued society in the new nation; those of which were the direct result of President George W. Bush's incompetence.
"Ah, tis' a fine day to be a free Southerner... Eh Jacobs?" spoke Davis cheerfully, nodding to the black manservant hard at work scrubbing the plush carpet of the capitol building.
"Of course, I guess your kind couldn't speak on mind behalf..." muttered the President, remembering that slavery had just been recently legalized several months back, "with you being my slave an' all..."
"Yes massa..." whispered the slave, not bothering to look up from his work, "I supposes youse right again..."
With nearly 2.2 billion people in the Southern States and a wealth of natural resources at their beck and call, Jefferson Davis was adamant in his belief that the SSA had the potential to become a major Continental, if not world power. All that would be needed, he thought to himself, was the leadership to successfully unite the energies of each state towards the task of greatness. The United States of America still posed a threat to the military, political, and economic growth of the South; and had to be dealed with immediately. Allies would have to be found to support the slowly growing power, those of which would support Davis's nation in the event of another clash between North and South.
"Clearly, my black friend," spoke Jefferson boastfully, rubbing his 'pet' slave's head in joy, "the world must hear of the birth of a glorious nation in the Americas, and turn their eyes on the flower that is the S.S.A...."
"Wonderful idea, Jacobs!" bellowed the eccentric Virginian suddenly, slapping the black slave on his back, "I'll make an international announcement of the S.S.A.'s existence, and directly defy those bastard Negro-loving Yankees in the north we've signed a treaty with two months back... Let's see old Bush's face twitch after I'm through this announcement.."
Staring thoughtfully at the silent servant scrubbing away at his carpet, Davies slowly reached for his brass telephone, shaking his head in disbelief at the stroke of genius which slammed into him that morning.
"Jacobs," muttered the Virginian, "you are a damn fine genius... You know that? What would I ever do without you?"
Confused, the slave continued on with his work without a word, privately cursing his depraved master's craziness, and yearning for a chance to wring the racist Virginian's neck with his own two hands. America had certainly gone down the drain in the past three decades, thought the slave, fondly reminiscing on the days of freedom his race had before the riots in the South gave the 'crackers' the excuse to enslave the black minorities within the SSA; and times would only grow blacker (no pun intended) in years to come under the Southern States of America.
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The Southern States of America (SSA) would like to officially announce its completely independence from the now-defunct United States of America, and take the time to inform the world that we are eager to establish relations with any other nation willing to hold talks with us in the future. With our massive agricultural base and plentiful natural resources, we would certainly become more than fair trade partners with those willing to establish relations, and will gladly open further discussions with those receptive of a strategic alliance.
In the spirit of openness, we wish to invite all those willing to a formal dinner/conference in the capital city of Atlanta where we will discuss further relations with the rest of the world.
- Jefferson Samuel Davis, President of the Southern States of America
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Post by Canton Rouge on Nov 24, 2007 20:02:08 GMT -5
**Grand Moff Matthews Office, Bernstadt, Canton Rouge**
"Grand Moff, sire!" one of his aides called. "A letter from the President of the Southern States of America has just arrived!"
The grand moff took the letter, looked it over, then said to his aide, "So, it seems a new nation has been born from the old. Intriguing. Though I must say that even though an agricultural nation may not do well now, it wouldn't hurt to start relations up with him." The grand moff then took out his pen, grabbed a piece of stationery, then proceeded to write his response down.
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To President Jefferson Samuel Davis of the Southern States of America,
Canton Rouge would be delighted to attend your conference. As you can probably tell, our nation is looking for more allies to trade with and establish diplomacy with. We hope to hear from you soon.
Grand Moff Timothy Matthews, Federalist Reich State of Canton Rouge
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Nov 24, 2007 20:28:46 GMT -5
Marcus looked at the invitation from President Davis and squinted. This nation sounded familiar, like the United States. Maybe they would be a bit more humble than the USR, but Marcus wanted to meet the President face-to-face.
Dear President Davis,
I am Marcus Theafer, General Secretary of Clamparapa. I would like to extend my hand to you in the hopes that we will be able to establish good ties with each other. I would be happy to attend your conference in the hopes of this strong relationship.
Highest Regards, General Secretary Theodor Fraktor
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Post by Dark Archon on Nov 24, 2007 21:35:37 GMT -5
"Mein Kaiser, I have a message for you."
Lucian looked at his aide. "Yes? What is it?"
"The Southern States of America has petitioned to improve relations in the world theater."
Lucian looked slightly amused, if a faceless mask could show amusement. "Well then, extend our greetings to the new nation. The Central Powers could benefit greatly from a new ally, especially one in the Americas, and one who despises President Bush."
"Yes, mein Kaiser." ============================================== To President Davis,
My name is Kaiser Lucian. I head the United Reich of Protoa and the founder of the Central Powers Alliance. I preside over two Reich States, one being Canton Rouge who I believe already responded and Zionir. I would gladly like to open relations with your nation and hopefully have you join the Central Powers Alliance in it's war against the United States of Robengrad.
Sincerely,
Kaiser Saiedion Lucian
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Post by stargatesg1 on Nov 25, 2007 9:29:23 GMT -5
Emperor Tojo opened the letter, and decided to see what this new nation can provide in trade and relations.
To President Jefferson Samuel Davis: I would gladly come to your capital of Richmond to discuss future trade possibilities.
Emperor Tojo
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Post by Porcu on Nov 25, 2007 15:07:13 GMT -5
The Roman Republic was in utter chaos. Two rebellions within its borders had flared up nearly at the same time in conjunction with the Senate having internal problems of its own. Rome was a mess, Porcu's history had not been as crazy since the ancient Empire thousands of years ago. President Jefferson Davis' letter only added fuel to the fire, sparking more rounds of heated debate within the Senate and only complicating Rome's situation further.
While many Senators believed that it would be close to backstabbing Robengrad if Rome were to engage the Confederate States in diplomatic discussions it was the persuading speech of Consul Decimus Minucius Augurinus that changed the minds of enough Senators to allow a vote to pass declaring that diplomatic relations with the Confederate States would begin.
To The Respectable Government of the Southern States of America,
The Senate and People of Rome gladly accept your invitation. We hope that your government is not displeased by our choosing of a lesser government official to represent Rome, but this choice was made in the strenuous conditions we of the Senate find ourselves under. The SPQR will send the Promagistrate Cornelius Maluginensis Uritinus.
*Seal of the Senate*
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Post by Sir Metz a.k.a. "Metzy" on Nov 25, 2007 17:34:32 GMT -5
An assistant of General Francisco Franco received the letter, and knew he hd to respond, but Franco was out on the battlefield. He began to write a response, depicting their situation...
"Dear President Jefferson Samuel Davis, I am afraid that the Nationalist States of Spain are not able to send a representative at this time as we are at war with the Romans trying to achive our freedom. We hope that we can continue a relationship in the future however.
Yours, Marco Zavala"
(OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I'm short on time)
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Post by Ignatius on Nov 25, 2007 18:36:10 GMT -5
OOC - Changed capitol to Atlanta after noting that Virginia wasn't given to me... Darn... Southern States of AmericaAtlanta, Georgia"Well.. That was a waste of paper..." muttered Davis, hurling the crumpled note from Spain into a nearby trashbin, "Damnable Euro's... With their soccer and crazy names messin' up this perfectly wonderful world..." While the good President had received several promising replies to the S.S.A.'s open invitation to the world in the days following his initial speech, the two 'unflattering' letters from both Spain and the Roman Empire were taken as a deliberate snub by the proud Southerner Davis was, and did very little to endear the rest of "Non-America" to the Dixie-loving white hick of a Southerner. In fact, the eccentric President was even tempted to write his two belligerent European postmates a scathing critique of all that was European (Soccer, being the primary point) but was dissuaded from this venomous act after some persuasion from his Secretary of State, Pat Roberts. "By all means, Mr. President," spoke Roberts, scratching his bald head in puzzlement at Davis's violent reaction to the 'snubs', "I don't really see why you have such amiable views on the European sport of 'football'.. While I myself don't relish the thought of several strapping young lads kicking around a round ball, I don't foam at the mouth at its mention.." "Goddamn it man!" screamed the Georgian, furiously swatting away at a stack of papers carefully laid in a stack several hours ago by one of his aides, "Don't ever call that bastard sport 'football' ever again! It's a disgrace not only to your fellow Americans, but to the entire North American continent itself!" Complete silence overtook the room as the pair of men quietly stared at each other, each wordlessly cursing the other in their minds. After what seemed like an hour, both the President and Secretary of State pulled themselves a seat near the now-messy desk of President Jefferson Davis, focusing at the task at hand. "Have an entourage ready for our guests tomorrow..." muttered Davis sheepishly, dabbing at his face with red hankerchief, "And have preparations made for dinner.. I intend to present the Europeans and 'Asianics' of the glories of Dixieland in thirty-two hours time... Flags, children in straw hats, a full military display-- hell, get the Georgia State Band there to play 'Dixie'!" Standing up from his chair, the Secretary of State nodded curtly at the President's orders, silently walking towards the oak door separating Davis's room from the rest of the Capitol Building. "Very well, Mr. President..." spoke Roberts, shaking his head at the oddness of the Southern President, "We'll get the works up there tonight.." ------------------------------------------ The Next DayGunnery Sergeant Robert H. Duvall grinned happily from the seat of his horse at the sea of S.S.A. flags flapping in the vicinity of Joseph E. Johnson International Airport, taking in the welcome display of Southern Nationalism with his pair of steely grey eyes. All around him were his fellow soldiers of the Georgia Infantry Division, each soldier clad in their recently-issued grey fatigues and ceremonial felt "slouch" hat standing at attention with their M-16A2 assault rifles at ready. Out on the streets of Atlanta, thousands of proud American citizens could be seen fanatically waving the flags of the Southern States of America, with an army of assorted street musicians playing "Dixie" on every turn of every street. Clearly, Davis had wanted to send a clear message of Southern Nationalism to the rest of the world by the wanton display of 'Southern Pride'; another biting show of disrespect to the Northern Yankees undoubtedly watching the spectacle from their television sets back at home. "Yee-haw!!" shouted Duvall suddenly, riding his magnificent stallion in a circle around the warm concrete of the airport runway, "Damn right y'all in de' guv'ment decided to hold 'Southern Day'..." Galloping towards the nearest SSA banner he could find, Duvall spurred his horse onward in the daring display of horsemanship, forcing the black stallion to rear up while he himself lifted the wooden flagpole bearing the Confederate Flag in a heroic pose.
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Post by Canton Rouge on Nov 25, 2007 22:31:45 GMT -5
The first plane to set down was the one from Canton Rouge, carrying Grand Moff Timothy Matthews. He personally wanted to meet President Davis to at least know how to negotiate with him in the future. The first thing he noticed while his plane was taxiing was the enormous amount of S.S.A. flags and banners all around the area and the sight of a grey clad man waving a S.S.A. flag while on a black stallion.
"These people really have nationalism," the Grand Moff said to himself, watching the frenzied mass continuing to wave their flags. He soon realized that his aircraft had finished taxiing to its respective area, and the door was now open. The Grand Moff stepped outside, and the first thing he noticed were all the cheering people, amazed at this international visitor to their place. The Grand Moff then proceeded to wave to the throngs of people as he proceeded down to the place where he would enter the limo to proceed onward. But he felt like he could not leave without at least continuing to watch this man on the horse continue his horsemanship.
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Post by Ignatius on Nov 26, 2007 20:21:54 GMT -5
OOC- All right, let's post guys! ;D
Jefferson Davis
"What a wonderful display of Southern Pride indeed, Roberts..." mused the Southern President, waving fondly at the roaring masses while glancing at the limosine of the Canton Rouge political leader drive off to the Capitol Building, "Remind me to throw another 'South-Fest' for the people next year to celebrate the fact that we are free of Bush's Yankees... And that damned European sport called 'soccer'..."
At his rear, a small group of soldiers snappily dressed in the grey ceremonial uniforms of the Confederate National Color Guard snapped at attention upon the Canton Rouge limosine's passing, respectfully stabbing their fixed bayonets into the air in a grand fashion. Secretary of State Pat Roberts, privately cursing the enormous amount of noise echoing throughout the airport, nodded at the President's comment, politely waving at the Canton Rouge entourage with his pale hand.
"Indeed sir... I believe that the rightful American nation on this continent will benefit greatly from this meeting, and will strike a symbolic blow of outright disrespect to the damnable negro-lovers in the north... States' rights prevail, once again!"
"Are our plans ready, my dear Secretary?" mused the Southern President malevolently, savoring the prepared 'Davis Doctrine' he and his staff had labored for many months to write, "The needs of Dixieland call to me like the Peid Piper of... What was that town? Somethin' or another... The negro pirates operating without restraint in the Gulf will be brought to bear with the full force of Civilization's hammer: the Grand Confederacy!"
Far away, an American M1A2 Abrams tank slowly rumbled in the distance, flanked by a group of M3 Bradley's bearing the 'Stars and Bars' of the Southern States of America for all to see.
"Quietly..." urged Roberts, nudging the President nervously, "We don't want to reveal our most sensitive plans to any potential spies in our midst.. The guests haven't all arrived yet, and there's still some time before we can savor our plans to cleanse the Carribean..."
"We are still in the process of expanding our navy...." continued Roberts, carefully looking around the platform for any curious ears, "But when all twelve of our Robert E Lee class Aircraft Carriers are released from the shipyards of Savannah... We will make our intent known to the world..."
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Post by Porcu on Nov 26, 2007 22:53:19 GMT -5
"Senator...Senator...", Promagistrate Cornelius Maluginensis Uritinus' senior aid said slowly waking the elderly Senator from his deep sleep. "We have nearly arrived. I have laid out all the important details you should know about on your desk."
The aid then stood back as Promagistrate Uritinus turned himself in bed, first sitting up and then turning so that he could step out. With a fling of the covers the Senator got up and began to re-familiarize himself with where he was going, who he was meeting, and for what purpose.
"Thank you Marco, that will be all...", Cornelius said waving his hand, beckoning the much younger man leave him be.
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No more than half an hour later the Senator's jet began its descent into Atlanta and one of Rome's most important men began to prepare himself for the meeting. Eventually, coming to a halt in the designated area, the jet opened its doors and waited for the mobile stair unit to attach itself. In those moments, Promagistrate Uritinus looked out to see a mass of people, many of them waving the "Stars and Bars" and many more celebrating in their own ways.
Soon after taking note of the fervor of the people, Uritinus carefully made his way down the staircase and into a limo, which had been graciously provided by President Davis. The Roman did not feel embarrassed or out of place at all as many people took to staring at his interesting attire, at least by Southern standards but not by Roman standards. At 77 years of age, Uritinus had learned years ago not to feel out of place, especially while working in politics. In fact, the more Uritinus thought about the toga he was wearing, moreover required to wear, the more he liked it for it wasn't cumbersome nor heavy and hot but light, durable, and breathable.
With that in mind, the elderly and proud Roman Senator stepped into the limo anxious to be carted off to his host...
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Post by Ignatius on Nov 27, 2007 16:47:41 GMT -5
"Time to leave..." muttered Davis, waving at his entourage of military bodyguards and political retinues to follow him down the wooden steps of the podium, "Let the Clamparapans, Protoans, and Stargates SG-1 find their own way to the capitol building, I doubt they'll need me here to wave them by anyway..."
Walking down the small stairway of wooden steps, Jefferson Davis moved leisurely to the opened door of his personal limosine, nodding in acknowledgement to the Confederate soldier who so courteously opened the door for him. A marvelous piece of engineering, the bullet-proofed vehicle possessed all the luxuries and needs of Jefferson's own personal office; with the advantage of being heavily protected by hidden kevlar plates and bullet-proof glass also a plus. Without any trouble at all, Jefferson slowly stepped into the luxurious warmth of the vehicle, popping open the tiny refrigerator so ingeniously stowed away in front of his seat. Reaching for a bottle of ice-cold Tennessee brew, the President took a moment out of his already hectic schedule to recline back and sip away at his bottle of beer, quietly planning his speeches in the depths of his mind.
"Capitol Building right away, Driver..." spoke Davis, looking out of his window at the hordes of patriotic Americans gathered at Joseph E. Johnson International for one last time, "I want to get into these talks as quickly as possible... No time can be wasted..."
Without a moment's hesitation, the pearl-white limosine drove towards the main gate of the airport, quickly moving through the packed streets of Atlanta with a military escort of vehicles at its flanks. Cheers and shouts of joy greeted the Government motorcade as it moved through the designated road, thousands of red Georgian roses being showered by the jubilant throngs of Southerners present at the enormous display of American unity and might. ---------------------------------------------------- Confederate Capitol Building The Black House
After a quick procession through the streets of downtown Atlanta, the presidential motorcade eventually made its way to the front of the enormous black marble structure that was the Confederate Capitol Building, passing through a series of extensive security checks manned by none other than submachine gun wielding NSA (National Security Agency) operatives scanning for any unwelcome infiltrators to the exclusive conference about to take place. Stopping in front of the massive black marble steps of the Black House, Jefferson quickly exited the comfortable compartment of his personal limosine and rapidly began his slow ascent up the steep row of steps, effortlessly clearing the distance between him and the iron doors in a matter of seconds.
"Good morning, Jack." greeted Davis, shaking the hand of Lafayette de Gaulle (the immigrant son of the late 'Charles de Gaulle), "How goes the security proceeds for today's summit? I trust the nigra's aren't plotting anything drastic today, eh?"
A tall, slender man with exceptionally sharp facial features, "Jack" Lafayette de Gaulle immigrated to the United States of America twelve years ago after the death of famous French leader in the now-quiet 'French Confederation', eventually defecting to the South during the Confederate Succession from the United States. Exceptionally intelligent and possessing all the capabilities of his late father, de Gaulle had become a great asset to the steadily growing power of the Southern States of America with his talents of organization and speech, eventually gaining favor with the Southern Government and rising to the rank of the Director of National Security.
"Very well, Sir..." replied de Gaulle with a noticable 'French' accent in his speech, "Both Rome and Canton Rouge have sent their representatives to the Green Room, and are currently awaiting for your arrival.. Our other guests will be... a little late, but I doubt they'll be late enough to force us to reschedule the Conference time.."
"Excellent..." exhorted Davis, slowly walking through the door of the Black House, "I'll be there immediately." --------------------------------------- Green Room Black House
Upon entering the meeting room, Jefferson Davis was immediately impressed with the elderly Roman Senator's light government toga, stealing a few glances at the uncommon (in the South, of course) garment before making his way towards both foreign representatives to firmly shake their hands.
"Good morning!" greeted Davis, clasping the hand of the Canton Rouge Grand Moff in both his palms, "My name is Jefferson Samuel Davis of the State of Georgia, and I warmly welcome you to the heart of 'Dixieland'; the Southern States of America. While I regret to inform you that our other guests have not yet checked in with NSA staff, I trust we'll still manage to at least begin introductions here without Clamparapa, Protoa, or Stargates SG-1."
"This, the Black House, is the political heart of the Southern States of America," continued Davis, "and personal home of the President of the SSA. It is my honor to bring you here today to discuss the possibility of further 'brotherly' ties between the Southern States of America and the rest of the world, and our legal status in conjunction with the relatively quiet 'United States of America' just north of our border."
"I can firmly tell you now that we are certainly not like our greedy, shallow, Yankee counterparts in the godless region of New England and that we are actively interested in developing strong social, economic, and strategic ties with both Canton Rouge and the Roman Empire. We can firmly say without a doubt in our minds that the SSA (or CSA) possesses the largest agricultural sector in all of Northern America; with our manufacturing industry quickly coming to rival whatever the USA can possibly offer."
"We are the true 'American' nation on the North American continent.. And... We are eager to listen to what goes on in the world with an impartial ear..."
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Post by stargatesg1 on Nov 27, 2007 16:58:17 GMT -5
The emperor went into the plane slightly concerned. He realized that the number of allies he currently has is very small, and hopes that this will be a good start to new relations. As well the proximity of the Bahamas to the SSA is close and he does not want to get involved with a war. He entered the plane and took off from the Bahamas, which concluded a tour of his empire, to go to Atlanta, a fairly short jump.
When he arrived at Atlanta to see the nationalism on display, it reminded him of StargateSG-1's pride. He stepped out onto the tarmac after the plane came to a stop to go into a limo with tiny StargateSG-1 flags on it. He noticed the military uniforms on a lot of the male citizens in the crowd some were obviously there to show the glory of the new nation, but not all. He felt a little odd in his emperor's commander in chief uniform, a dark blue one with five stars with the middle one twice as large as the others. This was alleviated by the salute given to him by the military men, which he returned. He entered the limo and was off to meet this new leader, Jefferson Davis...
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Post by Canton Rouge on Nov 27, 2007 18:25:40 GMT -5
"It is an honor to be here in Atlanta today," the Grand Moff responded, his handshake having the strength of a man in his 20's, which he was. "I must say, you take your nationalism quite seriously down here."
"I truly do hope the rest of the delegates arrive soon enough. I really do want to commence discussing the possibility of diplomacy amongst our nations," the Grand Moff added.
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Post by Mr. Durandal on Nov 28, 2007 0:27:15 GMT -5
Marcus Theafer entered the Black House after arriving on the SSA air strip. He glanced around the front hall, and, after checking in with the NSA guards, started to walk to the Green Room. He stopped suddenly and saw someone familiar. "De Gaulle?" he asked the man. The man looked up and Marcus realized that he wasn't de Gaulle. The man told him that he was actually de Gaulle's son and Marcus started to chat with him about the French Republic and how they had saved his country during the Crawshore Conflict. He suddenly realized he needed to be in the Green Room, said his good bye to de Gaulle's son, and knocked on the door to the Green Room...
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