By Tagmatium Rules
To: Trade Minister Leo J. Conway of the @Sancti Imperii Catholico
From: the Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion of the Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion
To his Eminence Archbishop Salius, through Leo J. Conway, Trade Minister of the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum
Salvia and Ahromaneia come from the same stock, although we have drifted apart over the intervening years. Perhaps too far apart, as both the Salvian and Arhomaniki people still share much with each other.
Both of our great nations hold Christ's teachings above all and, although perhaps it could be considered that there may be some variations in how these are espoused by our nations, it is the love of God that shines through. Not only do we share faith in Christ, but our two nations also have a common heritage – it was, after all, Arhomaneia where Liosous set sail from in order to spread the word of God to foreign shores. And truly he did, as Salvia has stood strong ever since.
In an ideal world, these ties alone would be strong enough in the face of adversity. However, the current mood of Eurth appears to be a darkening one. Nations that tread the path of righteousness such as ours need to cooperate, in order to strengthen the ties between Christian nations, as well as to make sure that our ancient civilisation can weather any storm that does wash against us.
A first step would be to consider our nations' economic ties. Easing trade between our nations will undoubtedly work towards strengthening both of our nations, as well as helping our citizens understand each other better. Even at the moment, our nations do undertake a considerable amount of trade with each other, but this could undoubtedly be improved, to the benefit of both of our people.
For example, passion fruit from Salvia are regularly found on the shelves in supermarkets in the Megas Agios Basileia, and mobile phones manufactured in your nation are commonly used by Arhomaioi. Wine is often bought and drunk by the people in Deopolis or Minotia and textiles from Arhomaneia are sold in Salvia. The Agios Basilikon Kounsistorion feels that our nations ought to consider easing the tariffs that are regularly levelled against the imports from foreign countries, as well as viewing any trade restrictions that might be put against the produce of our respective nations.
It may also be considered by the Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou, the Ministry for Trade, that to show that the Megas Agios Basileia is willing to open our arms to our friends in Salvia that the fees charged on Salvian-flagged ships passing through the canal between the Raga Sea and the Krankes Thalassa, the Ranke Seas, will be reduced, in order to facilitate trade between our nations. This, however, be subject to the agreements that we are able to make, and what might be reciprocated by the Sanctum Imperium Catholicum.
We will have much to discuss in any talks between myself, my government and representatives from your nation. Similarly, at a future date, it may be for the worth of our nations to look at visa restrictions between our nations.
May God's light shine upon your nation and your people,
Logothesion ton Kommerkiarionikou
Megas Agios Basileia ton Arhomanion
From: His Imperial Majesty's Minister of Foreign Affairs, Jan Utikar
To: The @Variotan Minister of Foreign Affairs, the Minister of Trade, et cetera
Greetings and well wishes cousins.
In accordance with our obligations to begin suppressing the international trade of slaves and bonded men, we would like to request permission to carry out routine patrols through your territorial waters and through the Keelpijp and beyond. Our vessels would be carrying out standard stop and search of merchantmen and privately owned vessels in order to ascertain if their cargoes were Human or not. We would of course also deal with any activities of an illegal nature that we would come across. Ships found to be carrying out smuggling operations would be reported, boarded, and then handed off to the relevant authorities in whatever country they were attempting to compromise so as to help and uphold the law.
We would also like to inquire as to whether or not it would be possible to refuel our vessels from your ports and whether we will be able to hand off slaves to your government until we can organise for them to be transported. Due to the nature of our warships, it would be most difficult to transport large numbers of slaves aboard them. As such, we would require places for them to be left in care while we organise for proper transport vessels so that we may process them in an organised fashion.
Finally, we would like to offer you a set of emergency frequencies which shall be attached to this message. If a vessel comes under attack from pirates or is in immediate distress, emitting a distress signal on these frequencies will alert all Imperial vessels in the area who will in turn be obliged to render aid. As our vessels will hopefully be spending a good deal of time in these waters, we have felt it prudent to give you these.
Thought for the day;
Peace is Hell.
OOC: Continuation of this thread:
The morning air picked up suddenly and lifted the peaked hat from a head of slightly greyed black. The owner turned around to pick it up, but was surprised when it was proffered by the outstretched hand of an Air Force Comandante.
"Good morning, Vasques", said the older man, picking up the star-studded cap and sitting it more securely on his head.
"Coron- General Mateo", returned the younger man, catching himself at the slip.
Comandante Hermann Vasques was the AFI's chief consulting officer for aeronautics and Mateo's former adjutant in his junior years. He would provide the technical background for the delegation. Though still en route, they would also be accompanied by Ministry of Defence Undersecretary Pietro Cabré, serving as the legal consultant and signing representative for the ExecMin.
"I was expecting them to use the airbase runways", continued the Comandante who was staring out, passed the balcony they were standing on, and passed the runway of Corregidor Airbase Civilian Terminal 1. The horizons were still empty.
"Hardly reasonable Vasques", snorted Mateo.
"Would you like to greet our business partners with a view of SAM sites and the PT yard?"
Vasques gave a bark-like laugh.
"No, I'm just not used to Terminal 1's opulence, nothing the like Airbase's dated facilities", he said, turning back to scan the satin seats, the currently unmanned bar, and finely carpeted floors.
"High Command has to receive dignitaries somewhere we can plant the rag-scribblers and photographers", Mateo replied.
"Indeed, we've seen better days", Vasques said knowingly.
Mateo grimaced inwardly.
"The air force has seen better days". That saying had unofficially replaced the AFI's motto in the previous decades. Sure, one could blame it on the fact that Toledo Aeronautics had all but reduced in size and manpower to the equivalent of a suburban garage run by 16-year old firecracker bootleggers. One could also blame the navy for draining the MoD budget on MCM's experimental Aegis system. But when it really came down to it, newly minted General dei Brigada Luis Mateo knew that all these incidents were the repercussions of a single administrative flaw: That the Brass lacked balls.
His thoughts were interrupted by Vasques stepping back from the balcony rail.
"Last time I was here was...", Vasques trailed off, looking about again.
"After the Deitorr inauguration, three years ago, you brought that fine blonde thing with you. Hardly appropriate", tutted Mateo in mock disapproval.
Vasques grinned and checked his watch. He turned towards the horizon again
"Clockwork, our new friends are right on time", nodding in the general direction of the dot on the horizon.
That would be the Slankstråle. Aamotech had been gracious, quick to respond and charter a special flight. Seeing as the Republican Armed Service had so rarely dealt with foreign corporations in recent years, Mateo was pleasantly surprised at the courtesy.
Hopefully, if all went well, the AFI could replace its ageing fleet of TA-71 strategic lifters. A new age for Iverican foreign relations meant that something modern was needed. Modern and- BIG. If the Primo was so intent on pursuing foreign aid missions into Afropa and similar cases, something like the Whitebeard would be necessary.
So far none of the other foreign manufacturers had anything remotely close the ballpark size and range of the Tungstråle. Mateo thought about how hard it was to get approval for purchases like this a decade ago. Back then, it had been nearly impossible to navigate the quagmire of MoD bureaucracy and inter-service rivalry.
There was a reason Mateo fought tooth and nail for the Air Force Rep office. A fight which had taken the better part of his youth, some questionable calls, but most painfully of all, leaving his command of the vaunted 12th Fighter Group, for a corner office and a star stud. There had been painful decisions, but now he was in a position to bypass most of the administrative hoo-ha and whisper directly into Minister Ibanes' ear. The 68-year old Defense Minister hung on every word he said these days, trusting Mateo as his eyes and ears in the Air Force. Mateo's suggestions now had more pull than a Capitán-General's when it came to influencing ExecMin's prerogatives. It was Mateo that got the 2017 budget allocated in the Air Force's favour, Mateo that had pulled the strings to red-paper push the Modernisation Initiative, and now it was Mateo that Ibanes trusted to oversee the purchase of Aamotech units. His predecessor had pretty much bent over for the Armada's budget hogging, and his predecessor's predecessor that had lost the lobby for bailing out Toledo Aeronautics.
The Slankstråle was now growing larger by the minute, on its final approach any minute.
"Come on, it looks like the Undersecretary just arrived", said Mateo gesturing at the terminal doors.
"We'll meet him in front of the jet bridge. We're offering refreshments while they do pre-flight, so behave, you're a Comandante now."