Military base, Procellia
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"Is the vice base commander available?" The private asked with a sigh as he received a negative response. Private Kurlag was a young boy of 18 and like most new recruits he had been put in a position that was traditionally a slacker job, foreign relations. With no foreign relations to be had his days would normally consist of reading regulations about his field, which was boring but certainly not stressful.
Now he was stressed, very stressed. There was a fully armed war machine from another nation sitting on the runway, and their leader was so bored he was now sitting in a chair that had been brought down from the plane. Shit Oh shit he was in trouble if this went any worse.
He was desperately trying to work his way down the chain of command to find someone to meet the delegation, but all the high ranking officials had either went with the first visitors, or were not anywhere on base (it would be just his luck that this shit would happen on a weekend)
He was about halfway down the list of commanders before he finally found one that was already in uniform and could be in formal dress within a reasonable time, it was some captain of munitions who had decided to give his unit a surprise dress uniform inspection before work started the next day.
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It took a full half an hour before Captain Sudrez was on the flight line, followed by about thirty of his munitions troops armed to the teeth.
He turned his head awkwardly, as he tried to speak into the translator he'd been unceremoniously handed by a panicked private.
"Welcome to Procellia I am Captain Sudrez" he said standing at attention and barking the phrase like an order. He was not one for subtlety and like most Procellians from his region he was very to the point, à trait that had served him well thus far.
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