[IC] The Great Meeting

Afgurla Transportation Center
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The Captain politely helped the ambassador down from the truck. The air was crisp and clean, as the mountain breeze drifted down from the highlands far in the distance.

Ever since the socialist revolution two centuries ago it had become common practice for leaders to use public transport in Afgurla. Ignoring the many wide eyed stares the party got from the almond eyed Procellians who cleared a path as they saw the foreign diplomats.

The inside of the building was a lavish display of wealth, with modern statues everywhere, and so many plants that it looked like a tropical garden inside.

Leading the way, the Procellian captain brought them down a long series of steps, until they were far underground. The underground was a virtual labyrinth of corridors and stairs leading to the many trains that populated the depot.

By the end of half an hour though they were finally on board a train bound for the historic district. They had the train car to themselves, as it seemed an armed group of foreign origin had spooked the natives.

"Ma'am, do you have any questions about Procellia?" He asked in his stiff and formal manner of speaking



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