[IC] The Great Meeting

Vemel looked stone faced at the city around him. His journey to the lands of Selene (for as his homeland saw all other lands were mere puppets of those miserable beasts) had been slow and tedious. He was thankful that he had taken his Majesty's advice and chosen a crew of 3 others, because any more and they would not have been able to slip unnoticed through the waters of Sartoria.


For his crew the Sergeant had chosen a short female translator, and two of the best special forces in the Dras' Navy. Through a mixture of luck and skill they had managed to make their way into the capitol, but now he knew they had to make their presence known. If they were caught sneaking about then surely Procellia would be accused of spying or even worse an invasion.

"si shilta ocuir svabol annishic ekess qe asta taoul filki vi mile myvillion. yth re ekess lekar wer taoul vur announce hesina lae representatives di procellia, wer xiekivi ui|ulph assembly vur jacida majesty." The leader whispered to his troops, as he gently placed his right hand on his chest, where the letter from the Prime Minister sat sealed that gave him the authority to speak on behalf of the government. Even with this letter there was no telling what would happen, they could be arrested by these barbarians and tortured for all he knew.

He slowly rose from his hiding place, revealing the civilian robes he like the rest were wearing to avoid looking militaristic. It had taken a lot of effort for him to convince the special forces to leave behind their uniforms and wear civilian clothes, and it was only the authority given to him by the Dras that had eventually forced them to submit.

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The proud soldiers, and their civilian translator, walked the final mile to the capital beside a wide road well traveled with cars. Despite the off scene the four made it seemed to him that none took any notice of them and drove past faster than any he had ever seen.

One of the special forces, a thinly built man, commented "It seems that these barbarians are either blind or unobservant."

Vemel made no comment as the reached the out skirts of the city. Here people were talking around despite the late hour, and to his surprise they were all pale. Not the beautiful alabaster color of the royal family, but a warmer more muted white that glowed under the street lights.