2045-2046 Declaration of War

It seemed that Dmitry's life was full of meetings and political strife. Just a few days earlier, the Russian President had adjorned a meeting on what should be done with the Eurasian Collectivists and on the economic situation of Russia. Thankfully, Dmitry had his birthday off and he was able to enjoy a semi-normal life for him for one day. But now, he had to attend the United Nations summit that Adler had called. In haste before having arrived, he also carried late Christmas gifts for the other world leaders, but he only saw 2 of the 4 that deserved gifts. When Omar came, he had a different gift for him: a box full of coal and a rock for his signature television set.

It wasn't a desperate act to get the world leaders on his side of thinking, but rather, it was merely a gesture of kindness. Father Christmas had been kind enough to bring him some gifts, which meant that he was doing something good. As he entered the UN's board room, he already saw that Premier Wu and Adler were present. While Wu seemed somewhat bored, Adler seemed tired and exhausted. Dmitry had pity for the soldier. He had to endure so much from Omar Al Ghazi, and the eyepatch covering his missing extremity was proof of such endurance. Dmitry approached the weary Supreme Commander and handed him the gift.
"I hope that you send that sandmonkey where he belongs." Despite his standing of Adler being a bad politician, he had enough dignity and respect to at least support a fellow leader in need. He then left Adler to his own devices and handed Xingmin his gift, leaving a simple nod with a smile and taking his spot.
"Good day everyone," Dmitry greeted as soon as he sat down. He was mt with a few stares, but he immediately took out his computer and started playing Super Mario Bros as he normally did when waiting.

"It's not easy being a world leader, is it? Oh, and my holidays went well. I had a day off at New Year's but we don't celebrate Christmas. Our real holiday begins in Feburary, during our Spring Festival."

As he went back to his seat he gave the Russian President a nod and sat down. There was still quite a while until the meeting officially begins, so he just sat quietly, and made casual conversation with his Vice-Premier. 

He wondered how long this meeting will last, and if they'll even manage to resolve anything. 

"These damn meetings are all the same," He said quietly to his Vice-Premier, "Someone brings up a conflict of interests, and two or more world leaders just keep yelling until their lungs run out of breath. These people scold like tigers, but when it comes to taking any real action, they are much more like mice." 



Vice Premier Peng chuckled. "Well, it seems the leaders have changed a bit this year. Russia has a much more co-operative and moderate President, and our old hillbilly friend is gone too. We'll have to see how this plays out. I am optimistic." 

This man who stood in the place of the previous President was a show off of what American propaganda was like. Although Dmitry didn't hate America, let alone the American people, but this man was clearly someone that irked Dmitry. He listened to the man's words closely after having put away his personal computer, and he seemed to think that this new President, Freephoinex, was the pinnacle of American propaganda. He saw danger in this one, more so than with Miller. But, he had to retain politeness, rather than let his own personal opinion on the President's first impression get to him.

"Hi, hello. Mr...Freephoinex, is it? Your statement, although 'inspiring,' if I wanted to call it that, is full of lies and propaganda (trademarked by Sergei Varennikov XD). China has taken more action than any of us on the matter of the Global Liberation Army, and has so far had the most casualties. We should be thanking Premier Wu for his sacrifices rather than calling him and his kinsmen 'unprecise and unfocused' in their efforts! As for Europe? Enough is enough with the mistakes that were made in the past! The deal that was made with Omar may have allowed the GLA more political and military freedom nowadays, but let bygones be bygones, and take pity on the man who has had to endure more than any of the Chinese soldiers out on the field; this man, Jürgen Adler, has only recently been the victim of what seem like personal attacks by a bully; a bully with more capability than we give him credit for, and is to be rightfully feared! And as for Russia? We are busy dealing with our own problems, thank you very much! Economically, we are and have been in no position for outright warfare against the GLA, and are currently dealing with a civil war from a group of communist-backers! We are in the middle of brutal civil war and a complete redesign of the Russian economic system!" The Russian President then took a sip of water and made a lip smack of satisfaction.

"If you claim that you're going to go on a manhunt for the head of Omar Al Ghazi, who has proven time and again to be able to avoid your Central Intelligence Agency and even Russian or European Intelligence, then I doubt that you will show any results that are more conclusive than the rest of us." It was then that the door to the UN assembly room burst open, revealing someone of whom armed guards turned their aim to as soon as he walked in with his cantrev of personal guards. With a face as hideous in person as it was on television, and a heart colder than the Russian winters themselves: Omar Al Ghazi had come in person.




"Good afternoon, everyone," he rasped, "I hope that I am not interrupting."
(OOC: just be ready to go with this. This will probably be the only time of which Omar Al Ghazi comes TO the UN IN PERSON. Jürgen Adler will have a reason for this in his next post, but I am going to respond as Omar Al Ghazi first and show his point of view at arriving to the UN for the first time.)

(OOC: I was unaware of the sudden posts here. Hard to tell when you are on your phone. So I tried to fix it around things )

Countess Samantha van Oranje-Nassau took place on her pointed place, sitting as a representative of the European Parliament. Also for several other smaller belongings, like for the governments of Belgium, Luxembourg and The Netherlands; for short: BENELUX.

Chatting with some other members she witnessed as the USA president made his approach to the speaker stand. Ooh boy, here we go… the female thought. And indeed. It was a very predictable USA speech. Too bad. Even the Chinese expected more, she thinks, watching the faces of the Chairman Xingmin Wu and his premier Mr Peng. When Steven Freephoenix was done with his flagwaving speech, she spotted the Russian Federation president, Mr Dmitry Molchanov also seems to question this situation.

The crowd, Leaders and representatives and other important VIPs applaud a little when Steven Freephoenix takes his place.



Samantha wrote several smaller things on a piece of paper. Curious how the Russian Leader will react, she listens with a decent ear. And how he reacted. I must give him credit for that she thinks, but then again… yeah.. Russia.. excuses excuses… she thinks. But he stated 1 interesting thing. The failing Intelligence of those 3 groups, the CIA on top, and the European and Russian... even the Chinese would fit that she thinks.

So we have the chest stumping USA president, and the defending Russian one, surprisingly also carrying for the ECA and the PRC, Samantha thinks, making some important notes. Yet when will Jürgen Adler or Xingmin Wu make their opening words?

Drinking from a cup of coffee, the Countess finished some notes. And then she noticed that Dmitry was still talking.. the doors burst open. Some personal guards of the most wanted man opened them, with the Warlord Omar Al-Ghazi  between them.

As the warlord enters, the entire room is shocked into silence.

"The plot thickens", the Chinese leader thought to himself, smirking.

"Good afternoon, everyone," he rasped, "I hope that I am not interrupting."

There was a short pause, as many in the room are still mentally processing the situation.

The Chinese Leader was the first to speak.
"Omar Al Ghazi. How ... nice of you to join us. Please, have a seat."



The Chairman pointed him towards an empty seat in the row directly across from him.

Silence.

The atmosphere was an indescribably weird mixture of shock, tension and awkwardness, as the whole room stared at the deformed terrorist. 

Even Jürgen Adler could not help but to slightly snicker as soon as Omar's faces was hidden due to President Dmitry hitting him in multiple places, especially the groin. As soon as President Dmitry asked "*GIVE ME A REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KICK HIS A$$!*"
, he immediately looked to the clipboard of all of the leaders invited to attend. He looked through each of the names and began mumbling.

"Let me see, President Freephoenix is here, President Dmitry, Premier Wu, Me...." Then when he saw the last name on the clip board, he went wide eyed in surprised, and a little shock when he saw Omar al Ghazi's name on the list, to which he cleared his throat.



"If Omar al Ghazi were to say that he has as much right to be here as any of us, then I am afraid he does have a good point. His name is actually on the list of leaders invited to attend this meeting."

At that point, he gave everyone a chance to look at the clip-board before it was given back to him.

"And since that is the case, and since I did call this meeting, I must do the honors of speaking these words." He stated before taking a microphone, and sipping his water to slake his dried throat.



"The United Nations, from this point onward, officially recognizes the Global Liberation Army as a world super-power, and recognizes Warlord Omar al Ghazi as its official leader."


(OOC, until Omar leaves the UN Meeting by his own accord or by force, I won't be posting in the meeting, even though I do plan to post....eventually)