<span style="font-style: italic"> ''The foolish men who with hopes of increasing their own status shook hands with the Illaryan opressors recieved the punishment that their own Fortunan bretheren could not deliver. The loss of life and independence with the excuse of the law was aberrant and it later sparked a righteous revolution. We as Fortunan people, who defiantly stood up to foreign agressor will learn from our naviete. Our destiny is ours to decide.'' ''This encapsulates what we have gone through, Admiral. I am willing to negotiate and escort you out of what should be an independent territory. Trade is not out of the question, even now at this very moment I am opening new lines of cargo ships but these terms are not appropriate. You and I both know military presence in the archipielago compromises Fortunan sovereignty and the government has a right to retaliate if unauthorized troops move intro their territory. I am giving you temporary authorization right now, Admiral. You are surrounded.'' </span><br/><br/>The Admiral sighed, seeing the weathered man before him. Not much to his surprise, the leader of the island nation was initially hostile and aggressive to him. Even leaving a little threat at the end. If it had been anyone else, the Dictator would have made one to many mistakes. He stormed aboard a ship without requesting the sacred permission that was the law of the sea, he spoke before the Admiral could even explain himself, then outright threatened him and his men right in front of him. Any other Admiral would have ordered the islands flattened by the massive guns of the ships that awaited command only miles away, but this is why Admiral Konfer was chosen for this assignment. He stepped towards the door and motioned for the dictator to follow. *(For the sake of flow, he follows? Can edit if needed)* They walked along the side of the ship and the Admiral began to speak.<br/><br/>"If I may, sir, before I say anything else, make one thing very clear." He paused and turned towards the Dictator. "I, Fleet Admiral Ron Konfer, have been given both the responsibility and power by the Empire of Karlsland's Chancellor, Wolk Vankompf the III, to be his ears, his eyes, and his mouth. I fully represent the intentions and promises of my nation. So I must make this very clear to you. We have no intention, of any kind, to come here and take away what your people have fought so hard for. We come here to expand our politcal connection to the world and engage in economic activity with the far away nations." he paused for a moment, giving a sad sigh and motioning to the massive gun turrets of the ship as they neared its bow. "This is a Karlsland class, it carriers six mighty 44cm cannons that could hit a raft over twenty six miles away.... A strong, beautiful work of naval engineering for its time, my favorite ship of all Karlslandic war vessels. But we live in a world that is rapidly changing around us with each passing year. We now have flying machines that can reach unbelievable speeds and cause more devastation than any of these six cannons. My home nation now is starting to develop ships purpose built to launch aircraft, ships that fire rockets instead of shells, and this old mighty battleship may see its service soon come to an end, not in the name of glory or battle, but in the name of progress. My point is to you, leader of your great nation, The Empire of Karlsland is slowly turning itself away from the old ways of cannon diplomacy. And like this battleship, the old ways may seem glorious, but are slowly becoming obsolete. Thus my Chancellor has wisely decided that it was time to go out into the world and meet the nations of new. We are here bringing peace and a generous offer to your independent, sovereign nation."<br/><br/>He looked over at the edge of the bow to see some of the sailors and marines had gathered to look at the new foreign lands they had arrived at. The Admiral smiled and motioned to the men. "Do you see these young sailors and marines. The look in their eyes? They are how Karlsland looks upon your nation. Not with eyes of greed, eyes selfish desires and evils. No, they look upon your warm lands with eyes of excitement, new opportunities, and for me personally, adventure. Now, if we may step inside the briefing room here, we may discuss this offer I spoke of."<br/><br/>The group of men ducked into the somewhat cramped briefing room. It was fairly simple, with a long stained oak table and seats along it with a single painting hanging in the back. It showed the battleship firing its cannons in the middle of a rough sea. The small brass plaque below it read "The Battle of the Kaften Straight, 1944"  The Dictator sat at one end of the table with a few of his men and the Admiral at the other with a few of his officers. He pulled out a map of the islands and a few pieces of paper along with a sealed letter.<br/><br/>"The Empire of Karlsland wishes to establish an economical and minor military presence in the area. The details of the request include multiple options you may choose from. First is an airfield. Transporting trade goods via aircraft is a fast and safe way of commerce, but our cargo planes have limited range of course. What we ask of you is that we may either buy a plot of land and convert it into an airfield, or, allow us to buy out a section of your already established airfield for our aircraft. It would be around four large size hangars and a barracks for pilots, maintenance, and guard staff to stay in. The guarding force would be of course, a small detachment of military police, most likely around twenty men, and then around sixty to seventy maintenance personnel. We would use the airfield to mainly trade with surrounding nations. We also request that we station a small squadron of fighters to protect the cargo planes. It would only be around four to five fighters and two fighter bombers.<br/><br/>The second part to the request is also essential and carries two options for you. Option one would be that you allow us to establish a small dock or harbor near the airfield we build. Due to our cargo aircraft's range, they will need to be shipped here piece by piece as well as the supplies they will be carrying and supplies for the units stationed there, including parts, fuel, and ammunition. Also for the sake of our cargo vessels, we would also need at least two of our destroyer class ships stationed their as well. The other option is similar to the second option of the airfield, in which you allow us to buy out a space in the harbor for our own ships, as they will need maintenance and as of now, that is a service only Karlslandic naval engineers can provide.<br/><br/><br/>To reaffirm this request, we are not demanding anything nor are we expecting anything for free. We will be paying generous sums of money for the space and the stationed units here can support the local economy by buying supplies such as food or services from local markets. On top of this, Karlsland is offering to trade various exotic and raw goods for items ranging from heavy machinery, to processed oil."<br/><br/>He gave a genuine grin to the Dictator and passed over the map and the documents.<br/><br/>"And if I may speak freely, My men and I are eager to disembark and tour your beautiful islands. They have been at sea for quite some time now and this warmer air gives them much energy. It's a cold winter in my fatherland right now, so this new warm weather is a new experience for many. But tell me" he paused and finally handed over the sealed letter. "Have you ever seen snow?"<br/><br/>Inside the sealed letter was a personal note from the Chancellor of Karlsland. It was a friendly written letter that spoke of similar things the Admiral had said, but near the end, the Chancellor has an invitation to the capital at whatever time the Dictator chooses.