Trials And Tribulations
NFT Headquarters, downtown San Dorado City
President Sidney Hank held the red phone at arms length, sighing softly as the man on the other side ranted at such a volume his voice was audible across the room. He looked at his assistant and silently rolled his eyes. She had to visibly restrain herself from chuckling.
Ryan Thunder wrote:Gero was livid. "Sydney Hank, you bastard. You know exactly why we did nothing about Tian Jiao, and yet you used it to excuse this--treachery!" he ranted into the phone, "You gave us your assurances in your speech, but I'll be the first to remind you that talk is cheap. If I get the slightest impression that you're allowing CATO to have undue influence over Frequesuan geopolitics, I'll cut my funding to the Warbler program and repossess the Spectre factory from Ralson. You won't be able to count on our part in the Millenium program, either. That might not seem like such a loss to you, but fuck if I'm going to let something like this roll over without consequence. Did you even think, for an instant, of all the Frequesuan technology you're essentially handing over to those 'tards on the other end of the world? Did you!?"
The president found the rambling… Offensive. He had expected a modicum of resentment and bitterness- that was only to be expected. But this outburst was simply
unprofessional. Seasoned politicians weren’t supposed to go off like this. It reminded him of the way past leaders of Coilerburg used to jabber and rave.
He sighed again and scraped his throat. “Mr. Gero, I understand you are upset. But let me assure you that it is in no way or shape my intention to harm or obstruct Miratia, or any other member of the FTO for that matter. Do you honestly think I’d simply sell you out? Please. I thought I had a better reputation. I guarantee you that your secrets are safe with me.”
He took a deep breath. “As for your… attempts to intimidate me, I would prefer you didn’t. You are clearly agitated, as you have a right to be, so I’ll forgive you your outburst. But it really does nothing to improve our situation. I would prefer to settle our secession amicably and continue working with you and our former allies in the FTO. I have no desire to cut you off from our industries, from our economy, or from our space infrastructure. Now, I'd like for the both of us continue working together on the Millennium and Warbler programs. But if you want to make things difficult, I will do nothing to stop you.” His voice dropped in pitch. “Although we will, of course, return the favour.”
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Statement from the NFT Commissioner for Foreign Relations
It has come to our attention that some nations view with concern our recent withdrawal from the FTO and our subsequent alliance with CATO, specifically in light of the Frequesuan Neutrality Treaty.
The FNT treaty was signed by San Dorado in a much different time, in a vastly different world. Today, as the events of recent months have made all too clear, the greatest threats to both our countries come not from outside, or from other big powers in the world, but from rogue elements within our own fold. It is for this reason that we have concluded that the FNT hinders our ability to ensure maximum profitability of our industries, and protect our shareholders from harm.
Let it be said however that although the North Frequesuan Trust now seeks a new framework of our strategic relationship to replace the old, we nonetheless remain committed to the spirit of the Frequesuan Neutrality Treaty, if not to the letter. As such we do not wish to withdraw from the treaty at this time. As a courtesy we are however prepared to do so should other signatories insist on it.
Signed,
Charlie Duquesne
Commissioner, CoFoR
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Winter Army territory, northern CFR
The ancient Mil Mi-17-1M drifted lazily over Birstall, the whup-whup-whup of its blades following it to the hill-crest landing site. The transport helicopter came to rest on the grassy field that served as the remote village’s heliport and Richard Jackson dismounted together with several other men, glancing appraisingly at the snow-topped mountains surrounded the valley before turning his attention to the welcome committee.
There were five men, four of them armed with the FAMAS rifles he’d sold them a month ago. The last was a bearded, muscular man in the brown uniform of the Winter Army. “Mr. Jackson!” the man exclaimed, stepping forward to shake his hand. “Welcome back. Are you here for business?” There was an eager tone to his voice.
“Pleasure to be back, Colonel Blackmore”, he replied handsomely. “And yes, I am.”
“This wouldn’t have anything to do with your nations changing loyalties, would it?” the colonel continued slyly. “Oh yes, we know,” he continued. “We get TV here too, you see.”
“As a matter of fact it does”, Jackson replied. “We have a… proposition for you and your superiors.”
“Interesting, interesting”, the colonel led the group of men toward the village. “We can talk indoors. But tell me, Mr. Jackson… Now that your nation is aligned with CATO, does this mean we can buy other weapons also?”
“Ah, yes. About that”, Jackson grinned and pointed at one of the people in his retinue, a balding man with a perpetually laconic expression on his face. “I’d like to introduce Mr. Yuri Orlov. I’m fairly sure he can accommodate you.”
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NFT Headquarters, downtown San Dorado City
“Henry! It’s a pleasure to speak with you again”, Sidney exclaimed when the Sabikan president called.
“I felt it prudent”, Henry Kalawi replied dryly. “Considering I hear you changed sides from one evil empire for another.”
Sidney opened his mouth to reply, then remembered something. A smile split his lips. “Ah, humor”, he smiled. “How is your parliament taking the news?”
“On the whole?” The NFT President could hear the Sabikan leader shrug. “They are positive. We have never waged war with this CATO, so that’s a plus. And the FTO seems upset with you, which many see as another bonus.”
The president groaned. “Yeah, well. Hopefully that won’t last long.”
“My parliament asked me to call you”, Kalawi continued, “to confirm that this new alliance does not change the…
understanding between us.” What the Sabikan president left unsaid was that by this ‘understanding’ he meant the reassurance that the NFT meant no violence.
“No changes”, Sidney smiled. “No changes at all.” He paused briefly. “Well, no. That’s not entirely true. Now that I’m talking to you anyway, there is
one thing that I’d like discuss…”
“Oh?” Henry Kalawi sounded apprehensive. “Nothing too… invasive I hope?”
The NFT president laughed. “No, you can rest assured Henry. It’s strictly economical. What say you we build some railroads together?”