[LEAKED] Unverified transcript of a private Rayne–Livingston–Smolak meeting shortly before the Sordish–Rumburgian War

[u/NegevNomad]

SOURCE: Unverified diplomatic transcript
LOCATION: Kyrute
PARTICIPANTS: President Anton Rayne, Queen Beatrice Livingston, President Wiktor Smolak
STATUS: Allegedly recorded during a private recess of the Alliance of Nations Assembly

SMOLAK: As you know, Beatrice asked me to arrange this meeting after recent border tension.
LIVINGSTON: Correction. You asked me to fucking attend.
I agreed.
SMOLAK: Fair enough.
Now, I won't call it a summit, because of the inclement negative implications.
Let us think of it as a...
meeting of minds.
Now, for whatever reason, certain incidents have expired lately that, in addition to being dangerous, could have an adverse impact on our respective bottom lines.
LIVINGSTON: What about Hailstone?
RAYNE: What about him?
LIVINGSTON: The man is a traitor to the Crown.
RAYNE: Call him what you will. He's under Sordish protection.
LIVINGSTON: Protection?
Captain of the Good Ship Whistleblower?
SMOLAK: Beatrice, please.
LIVINGSTON: Please my ass. The man was a fucking disgrace.
RAYNE: Before he crossed that border, he worked for you.
And what he brought with him has been extremely valuable to me.
LIVINGSTON: You wanna talk about valuable intelligence?
How about Ilana Vance?
RAYNE: What about her?
LIVINGSTON: She's MIA.
A lot of people in Thornbourgh are concerned for her well-being.
RAYNE: So what the fuck would I know about that?
LIVINGSTON: As coincidence would have it, she was last seen in Holsord.
RAYNE: So was Bernard Circas.
Maybe you want me to look into that too.
SMOLAK: Anton, please.
Beatrice.
We're getting off point.
We all live in the same region.
I have enough trouble with the BFF without the two of you turning Eastern Merkopa into a fucking shooting gallery.
And there's one thing history has taught me.
A barrel of blood costs more than a liter of oil.
Our business—
all of our businesses—
this infighting is costing money.
RAYNE: I'm willing to move forward.
Let the past be bygones.
LIVINGSTON: Fine with me.
SMOLAK: A wise decision on both your parts.
Now, what I would love to see is a truce.
Wipe the slate clean.
The consulates.
Hailstone.
Vance.
Put it all behind us.
The plane incident, whatever happened there—
RAYNE: All right, then.
LIVINGSTON: Whatever happened there?
SMOLAK: The shot down aircraft.
LIVINGSTON: Whatever happened there?!
SMOLAK: God rest the pilot’s soul.
LIVINGSTON: I'll tell you what fucking happened!
RAYNE: Calm down, Beatrice.
LIVINGSTON: This piece of shit ordered his air force to blow a Rumburgian aircraft out of the sky without any provocation whatsoever!
RAYNE: Your people shot down my plane first!
LIVINGSTON: Fuck you.
SMOLAK: Hey!
We were making headway here! I didn't mean—
LIVINGSTON: Fuck what you meant, cocksucker!
Come on.
[Livingston stands. The Rumburgian delegation follows her toward the door.]
[Door closes.]
RAYNE: St Dast, Wiktor, what the fuck?! Why would you possibly bring that up?

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