The (1st) New Barcino Assembly

Léopold Durand sits in his chair, glancing idly over at the other world leaders as the conference begins, his body tense and his hands interlaced on top of the table. He looks back at his foreign policy minister on his left, giving him a reassuring nod before the emperor of Cubonia begins to speak, then giving him his entire attention. He seems to be rather young, only in his mid 30's. He has is dressed in a rather nice suit, with his hair combed back. He adjusts his glasses with his left hand, pushing them up the bridge of his nose.

"Which one of the topics are we beginning with?" He speaks in a French accent, his voice firm as he attempts to speak loud enough for the rest of the conference to hear him.

The Vesnuovanian President, Sergio Eduardo listened as the Cubonian Emperor spoke with the genuine intent to listen. He shook his head at the comments about women, but none-the-less smirked - seemed he took it both ways. He then glanced to the Franquebec delegation, nodding at their statement. He signalled with his hand for them to slow down - glancing around the room, he greeted the Montérégie with a French greeting, before going back to speaking with a woman in his ear.

Workers moved in and out of the conference hall, putting down crystal glasses infront of each seat - along with jugs of water lining the table. They quickly shuffled out of view, allowing the rest of the world leaders to take their seats.

Padishah al-Imbratoriya Khartumiya, Sultan Suleiman Suleimaniye,
Imperial Minister of Foreign Affairs, Grand Vizier Osman Kaus,
Imperial Minister of Defense, Subotai Iyunis Erbakan,
CCTO Trade Commissioner, Francois Moreau

A large motorcade composed of large, custom-built vehicles escorted the sizable Khartumian delegation to the conference hall, red, black, white and green pennants decorated with the the four standards of the Empire adorning their exteriors. Chief figures in the delegation included the Imperial Minister of Defense, Subotai Erbakan, the CCTO Trade Commissioner, Francois Moreau, and the Grand Vizier of the Sublime Porte himself, Osman Kaus, who wore tailored gray suits, Erbakan's bald head topped with a red fez.

Much to the surprise of the rest of the world, the Sultan of the Khartumian Empire, Suleiman Suleimaniye, was also in attendance, arriving at the conference hall in the same motorcade. The Sultan, a surprisingly young thirty years old looked far beyond his age, standing tall and handsome, his thick beard and green eyes still a portrait of youth. He was clad  in the gaudy white and red of the western military dress of the palace guard. He wore the four symbols of his power, a tall turban containing his burial dress, a wolf's pelt cape, a heavily adorned scepter, and a simple curved sword in a modest ivory sheath. 

The delegation proceeded to their assigned seating, two guards holding open the door for the Sultan to proceed in. The other officials proceeded behind him, nodding in acknowledgment to the other gathered parties. Kaus held a warm smile, as he always did. Erbakan's distinctly Asian face settled into a semblance of mild contempt. Moreau, whose physique resembled more the lighter classes of wrestlers than an economist, immediately set about to organizing his paperwork. 

Sergio Eduardo offered a nod to the arriving Khartumian delegation, a look of surprise entering his face once the Sultan was spotted. Nevertheless, he took his seat again as they walked in and took theirs. He watched the rest of the delegations with keen eyes, though he obviously did not quite understand why an official member of the Walff government was not representing them. Nevertheless he extended a hand out forward to gesture toward Ian Jackson. "Alright, the war crimes I presume. Let`s get started then, Franquebec - if you´d like to speak?" he turned his attention to the Franquebec leader as the topic was started. "And keep it civil." he added, smirking slightly at his playful jab at all the harsh words that have been exchanged in the past year.

The President looked slightly puzzled - even turning on his chair to get a good look at the WEST representative. Nevertheless, he mumbled somethings along "take a seat" as he gestured toward the seating that surrounded the conference table - the representative then shuffled off, sinking down onto the seat.

President Eduardo took the document, his eyes idly scanning his fellow world leaders and their delegations before he licked his finger, flicking the document open - he quietly read it over, a look of disapproval growing on his face as his gaze went to gave a criticizing look to the Walff diplomat. He sighed, putting the document down - he then stood up, allowing his voice to be carried across the room.

"What was just shown to me is not only disturbing, it is a crime. I doubt that that this was staged, and we don't have the technology to forge this - forgive me bluntness, but this is a disgrace. However, I am not a mediator in this argument, nor am I a judge - leave this to the courts, I feel that this is substantial evidence of human rights abuses and warcrimes, the absolute appalling treatment of these POW's by Walff hands."

He slid the document across the table to Cubonia, the images of beaten and bruised captured Franquebecois armed forces members by Walff hands.

The Emperor raises an eyebrow in curiosity, although his face remains expressionless at first. Taking the papers he opens the folder, his hand stopping as he sees the photos. At first his face remains calm, and unchanging but the quick flash of heated anger is seen across his eyes and his jaw tenses up, bulging a bit. He takes a deep breath quickly, glancing up at the Walff officer before looking back down at the papers and reading them.

Finishing the documents, he sits back adjusting himself. "This is.....this is.......I am at a loss of words." He then quickly slams his hand down onto the desk, rising quickly as the anger of it all hits him, "WHAT IN THE NAME OF GOD HIMSELF IS THIS!!!!!" he shouts accusingly, his composure lost at the site of seeing his countrymen pcousins being treated in such a manner. "Cubonia. Will. Not. Stand. For this." The Emperor relaxes, letting out a deep breath as he contains himself once more. "I want to see the government placed on trial at an international court. I want these men released and payed tenfold for their brutal treatment. I want the military officers who knew of this, ANY and ALL of them, to be placed on trial and court-martialed. This is a blatant disregard of human rights and directly violates Rules of Engagement and POW treatment. I'm sick to my stomach at the sight of this madness."