United Nations Security Summit: Solaris & Other Issues

Dmitry, at the mention of his "rival's" full name, gave a small whistle to state he was impressed. Archibald being a knight was a very honorable title, but he had no time for formalities. Not when he had to accomplish so much in such little time.
"I apologize for not referring to you by your full title, 'sir,' but I have very little time for formalities at the moment, nor am I truly in the mood to really address anyone by their full name," Dmitry practically replied in slight annoyance, "I have bigger concerns, and evidence," Dmitry then patted his briefcase that he had at his side, which contained hopefully all the evidence he needed to convince the Supreme Commander to move the Solaris satellites out of his territory.



"However, if you must insist," Dmitry smirked and held out his hand, "President Dmitry Leonidovich Molchanov, Commander-in-Chief of the Russian Armed Forces, and Head of State for the Russian Federation. And these are my translators for the Chinese and Prime Minister Andrey Voronov"

"I wouldn't stoop so low as to lie and accuse, Mr. Stanford. That would be my government, which clearly has less of a leash than needed. They accused and provided evidence, I'm merely here to present it and discuss on other matters which I believe far more concerning." Dmitry then turned to see the South American leader and walked up to him and shook his hand.
"Mendoza, it's been too long. How are the crime rates?"

President Mendoza Chávez De La Hoya Cardinal was busy in his office, when there was knocking on the door. “Enter,” he said, and he looked up. A governmental official walked in with a message. “Sir, it’s the UN invitation.” He said. Mendoza nodded and opened the letter. Just a casual/official piece of paper with the date, time and location. “Good,” Mendoza said. “Inform the Cabinet. Prepare our governmental plane, and personal security. It seems like we are going on a trip to the US… of A…” he slowly said the last part.


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Mendoza, after he was transported by plane and limousine, walked through the UN building hallways. With him, was a personal team of assistances/officials and some security officers. He entered for the first time the UN building as the head representative of the SAP. Slowly the company walked to the centre of this room. Looking around and pointing towards different details what they seem interesting and some small talk with each other.


Short after, the officials of both the MEC and the Bangalore Pact entered the main room. The SAP, MEC, and the BP introduced themselves towards each other. Some assistances/officials known each other from previous governmental parties, and some jokes quickly came up. The 3 leaders had some small talk about unrelated subjects, compared to this current UN meeting.


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Some 15 minutes later, they noticed the Russian delegation who walked to their places. But only a couple of minutes later, the Europeans marched also in. The heads of the SAP, MEC and BP shared some dark faces with each other. They know, the main reason of this meeting was Russian-European concerns.

The 3 parties noticed that both leaders of Russia and the AEDP, already had some small talks. Unknown wat was spoken, the MEC and BP decided to seek up their places in the room. Mendoza and several of his men waited and slowly walked back to the centre of the room.

President Mendoza Chávez De La Hoya Cardinal noticed that at least President Dmitry Molchanov has recognized him. Mendoza nodded as Dmitry was walking towards him. He shook back the Russian man’s hand and greets him with joy. “Ah President Molchanov. How is Moskva (Moscow) this time of the year? And yes, it has been too long indeed. How are you my dear sir?” Mendoza asked and releases his hand. “Well the crime rates are still decreasing, thank the Lord for that. The Russian help is still appreciated and we will continue this program. After this UN meeting, I decided to complete the reform of the Military, and work out that our national guard will help local law enforcements to assure that the crime rates will decrease furtherly, and that they will stay low. The war against crime is still not done in South America, but the changes sure are noticeable. With help of the Russians, don’t get me wrong of course..” Mendoza generously said to the Russian leader.


He turned his head to the European Supreme Commander. “Ah yes, you must be Field Marshal, Archibald Stanford I assume? I have heard only stories of you so far, so the joy is all mine to finally meet you. ” and he shook the hand of the English man respectful. “How are you doing?” Mendoza asked.

Dmitry chuckled at Mendoza's rhetoric towards crime and nodded hearing that the SAP planned to reform its military brought a chuckle from the Russian President.
"The weather in Moscow is actually quite nice this time of year. You should come to the Kremlin sometime for a visit," the President stated enthusiastically, "And I'm glad to hear that crime is going down. I hope that your reforms go along nicely, and I especially hope that whatever happens today doesn't interfere with our countries' standings with one-another." Dmitry then proceeded to take a seat and idly play on his phone as he awaited the other participating parties of the UN Security Summit.

Mendoza nodded to Archibald. “Well, it sounds as a complicated job, not a politician and neither a leader of a nation. So how do I need to see you properly? A head of some kind of a union? Or just a military leader?” Mendoza curiously asked the English Field Marshal. Then he turned to the Russian.



“Well, I might want to visit your capital shortly. Perhaps discuss the current trading between our countries/organisations, as well as the aid. But I suggest we do that later, and first do this instead.” Mendoza firmly nodded. “Yes, I believe the two of you need to make a decent stand about this issue which I heard of. I won’t lie, that I am curious about either one of your opinions…” Mendoza pointed a finger from Dmitry to Archibald and back again. “I wish both of you good luck on that. The SAP will await your information before giving our view on this concern, as I see this as the main reason why we are here.”


Then he noticed, as did the rest, that the Chinese rolled in the room. Mendoza widened his eyes as he witnessed the great entrance of the Chinese delegation. He greeted the Chinese premier back, with a respectful bow, and see them walking to their seats.

“Hmmmm well then…. Nice entrance of them…. uhm, where were we…?” Mendoza tried to pick up the conversation once more. “Let’s discuss that matter official, shall we? My opinion is that it would be better that way instead of continuously small talking with the few of us. But I believe we need to wait for the NAU representatives?”

"Naturally, naturally." Archibald replied to the South American president. After witnessing the Chinese entrance, he bowed his head in the same manner as the Premier in greeting.

"Xing Hui, Hu Zhu Xi." He greeted solemnly. Once they had begun heading to their seats, he turned back to Mendoza.

"See me as a soldier, a guard, a caretaker." He replied to his query. "I am the soldier that guards the European continent and the caretaker of Solaris. I merely serve the function of defence for the European nations and the maintenance and protection of what is now an integral part of the infrastructure of Europe, The Solaris Network. I serve zero political function and am not privy to a seat as a nation since I don't represent anyone. I am here as a third party organisations leader, nothing more, sir."