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"Please do not worry. Giving the gift of knowledge is one of my many pleasures in life, I just regret we don't have a copy in your language."
He smiled politely as he gave a mental sigh. He needed to stay on good terms for now, but thankfully Pontilier was happily committed to their new trading deal, which made things easier
"I am very interested in doing a trade agreement with Sartoria. Tell me, do your people enjoy alcohol?"
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Standing politely Ishay gestured at an empty seat nearby
"Welcome, welcome please have a seat. We were just discussing trade deals"
Unbidden a servant ran to the kitchen and came back with bowls of soup, as the Dras hid his annoyance at the lateness.
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Under any other circumstance, Valerio would have been annoyed at anyone arriving late, but in all honesty to himself, he was relieved that there was someone else to whom Dras Ishay could talk. He had always been uncomfortable having one-on-one conversations with strangers, something certainly odd considering his career choice, and as much as he could control it when necessary, he always preferred to avoid such situations altogether. He nodded in recognition at King Willihiam and looked again at Dras Ishay.
"I suppose that would depend on what you mean by that. Sartoria has long allowed the consumption of alcoholic beverages, though only in the western and southern regions is there a culture of appreciation for it. Our eastern regions are desertic and find pleasure in other drinks, while the northern regions greatly depend on fishing and trade, so drinking is often frowned upon as irresponsible." He kept eating the noodles. "That is not to say Sartorians abstain from drinking when the situation is right, but you find that it is not that popular a drink."
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"I only ask because Procellia has developed many fine liquors over the centuries. Perhaps you would care to open trade to receive some of our fine wares" he said calmly, taking a sip from his water glass
Dras Ishay silently patted himself on the back for the suggestion. If he could expand the market for fine liquor, rewarding the luxury goods Union for their loyalty, he could use it as leverage later to bring in the food and beverage union to his side. But such are the games of a socialist economy, with unions being no stranger to politics.
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"Sartoria has long believed in the benefits of free trade and acceptance of all things foreign." said the Council President "Our ports are always open to trade and are surely capable of handling shipments from Procellia. Our major seaport is Porto Selenio, located on the estuary of the Verale River. It is fairly close to both Viestrana and Selene, so shipments would probably have to pass throw the Malaran Strait to reach us. I'm sure you already enjoy an excellent relationship with Selene, so passage through it should be no problem." finished the President with a smile.
Ranxiagrir was slumped in his chair, tired and feeling the effects of jet lag. He hoped the trip would be worthwhile and that him and Dras Ishay would be good friends by the end of this. He was hoping that it would give him a chance to catch up with some of the other world leaders and improve relations between their two countries. He felt nervous and excited and as they flew over the strange terrain of Procellia, intrigued. His steward was sleeping across from him but some of the royal guard were still awake and fine. 'Cheafifu, please ask the pilot how long it will take until we land, I want to know if we will make it in time as the letter was very late' He addressed the Chief of the Royal Guard.
'Yes, your Holiness' Cheafifu replied and entered the cockpit. Ranxiagrir waited patiently for him to return, after which Cheafifu told him that the pilot said they would be their in about an hour.
'Thank you Cheafifu' He said as he sunk into his chair again, sighing.
Archbishop Unferold finished his breakfast and cup of tea. After witnessing the exchanges, he wanted to make Pontilear apart of conversation:
"Procellia, we wish to continue our trade.
Sartoria, we wish to open trade with you as well".
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"Ah yes or course my friend. I apologise for neglecting you" the Dras said apologetically
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Guzsuss feels the jet touch down. He looks up from his post guarding the pilots cabin at Ranxiagrir. The Pride Leader suspected nothing of him, as he shouldn't because Guzsuss had been a member of the royal guard for over 5 years now and had always served his holiness well, or so they thought. His gaze left Ranxiagrir and fell on Zaacos, a young but devoted member of the army. Zaacos was the one who would undertake the mission once they got into the airport, the one who was blessed with the opportunity to bomb the outsiders. Guzsuss, Zaacos or any of the other 3 included in the mission had no idea that Procellia had no involvement in the cultural collapse of 1967 the terrorists just wanted to kill Ranxiagrir while simultaneously teaching a foreign party a lesson for destroying the old culture. As the plane stopped Guzsuss took his position behind Ranxiagrir and Zaacos walked to the back of the plane to gather 'Ranxiagrir's belongings'. What he was really getting was a suitcase identical to Ranxiagrirs but filled with explosives. After getting the suitcase he stood behind a royal guard and waited for Guzsuss to give the signal.
Guzsuss thought the plan over again. The three other accomplices would stand around Ranxiagrir, to by Zaacos and Guzsuss time of course. Then once they entered the airport, Zaacos would run at the most populated area and kill as many people as possible with the bomb. Once the bomb went off the other three people involved would incapacitate as many of the royal guard as possible and Guzsuss would stand near Ranxiagrir and detonate his own bomb, hidden inside his clothes. He saw Zaacos run towards a large group of people. Time seemed to slow. As some of the royal guard realized Zaacos's intention they raised their guns to shoot him. The other three accomplices shot the offending guards which caused the rest of the royal guard to open fire on them, not realizing the real threat of Zaacos. Ranxiagrir and his steward stood protected by the guards but no one suspected him yet. Zaacos almost reached the group and was about to trigger the explosives when one of the Procellian security shot him in the leg. The fool triggered the explosives anyway but by that time the crowd was out of reach and the explosives only caused damge to the building. Guzsuss was filled with fury and ran at Ranxiagrir yelling 'long live the Kioko' in old Nouyarhi. He leaped at Ranxiagrir and triggered the explosives.
Basale Military Base, Procellia (ooc: Procellia doesn't have civilian airports)
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The thunderous sound of explosives echoed throughout the airport, setting off alarms that echoed well into the country side.
Within moments of the explosion a second explosion ripped through nearby, blasting through the cinder block wall. Procellian guards stationed at the airport immediately grabbed the foreign delegation, including the body guards, tackling them to the ground and shooting any that resisted in the knee caps.
"Attention all personnel initiate lockdown procedures now. Repeat initiate lockdown procedures now" blasted over the loud speakers.
Throughout the base security doors closed, and shutters rolled down the windows, as the armored troops prepared to detain the hostile foreigners. Their tactics were swift and uncompromising, as every individual was stripped and searched for any more explosives. Those who had surrendered without issue were shackled and relocated to the prison block, where they were housed in separate rooms.
Those who had resisted, and as such been shot in the kneecaps, were taken to the base hospital for medical treatment.
Both groups took their turns being interrogated by the Army, as the Procellians tried to establish what had happened, and who the leader was.
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Cusarit Castle, Afgurla
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The sudden shriek of sirens pierced the morning air, interrupting the meeting. An automatic emergency broadcast played on a loop repeating "This is an emergency announcement, please calmly proceed to your nearest emergency shelter."
Before any of the leaders had even had the time to process what was happening the large oak double doors swung open as the castle guard stormed into the dining room. While uttering various apologies for the interruption they grabbed the leaders and carried them out of the room.
Dras Ishay protested loudly that he could walk for himself, but the guards ignored him as the group made its way deep into the castles bowels. Within a few short minutes they, and the guards found themselves in a large bomb shelter underneath of the castle, as one of the guards briefed them on the situation.
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