[IC] The Great Meeting

Afgurla

"Ma'am an unidentified aircraft has just entered Procellian air space." Said a nervous looking soldier looking at the air traffic control screen.

Concerned the commanding officer, à short woman from the northern territories of the empire, frowned and looked at the blury image on the screen. The commander was enlisted, as were all the military personnel in the military, à reform pushed through the assembly during the socialist revolution 200 years prior.

Picking up the radio broadcaster, à device that automatically tunes to the frequency of the targets commumication, she said

"Attention inbound flight. You have entered Procellian airspace. Please report your home station and purpose."

"Hello, this is a diplomatic aircraft waiting for approval. We hail from the Kingdom of Fornoire, and we're going to this meeting that the Empire of Procellia communicated us about. Do not shoot, I repeat, do not shoot"

Afgurla

The traffic controller commander reread the instant translation on the screen three times in confusion. The meeting was a week away, so it would seem they had been overly eager to meet.

"Private Askala" She said addressing a young man across the room "Does the air craft appear unarmed?"

"Yes ma'am. It is to small for any large number or troops and isn't equipped with bomb doors."

"Very good. I guess this Forenoire is just eager. Send a dispatch to headquarters immediately. I'm certain the prime minister will want to meet them, and his majesty."

Speaking into the broadcaster she said "Greetings to the honorable leaders of Fornoire. You have clearance to land at Dusama Airfield, please proceed to *coordinates*. Welcome to the Empire of Procellia, you humble us with your presence"

Clicking off the broadcaster she turned to the room "clear the f*cking airstrip. If anything delays their landing I will personally demote the people responsible!"

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Procellia City
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"Your majesty don't you think that sending in covert operations into a foreign country was a bit of over kill?" Sighed a frustrated Prime Minister Restra. He was a jolly middle aged man, his paunch stretching the fabric of his red robe

"Perhaps" the Dras said calmly, as he reclined in his seat.

The two leaders were meeting in one of the many rooms in the castle, à large and lavishly decorated behemoth that even the king got lost in occasionally. This particular room was in the Dras' private quarters, and was furnished much more simply. The large sitting room was furnished with only a simple couch, two chairs, à table and à rug. Not withstanding the modern art on the walls.

"Perhaps?" The prime Minister sighed exasperated "Your majesty, with all do respect it'll be a miracle if those people aren't captured"

"Have some faith my good man."

"Well could you at least explain what's going through your head. As a member of the royalist party you'll always have my support, but I'd like to know what it is that I am supporting"

The demon King took a deep breath "I suppose I owe you that much. My plan is to use this mission as a subtle threat to anyone that might try and think us weak. The fact that we can send covert ops into the capital of a nation right next to Selene, and only be found when openly brandishing their mission, is the best statement of power I can think of. Because it hints to those who may oppose us that they are not safe from us if they dare threaten us."

The elected official raised an eye brow "I'm guessing the idea is that they'd have a hard time rejecting a peaceful convoy. But the leaders will be fully aware that those covert ops could have easily committed espionage, an assassination, or bombed the city center?"

"Exactly. But officially they are just there to escort that Selene puppet."

"Begin!"

A personal guard of five Royal Protection Guard stood and walked out of the plane. In a straight line, they stood and raised their arms as the King walked. The Prime Minister, Foreign Minister and three other delegates also got down of the plane and walked.

"Hmm, is there anyone here?" said Willihiam

Royal Intelligence Service

A young woman with glasses sat in front of a computer, reading an email while drinking her second cup of tea. It was good that she loved drinking tea, because that was what RIS insisted on providing to all its work stations. Sure, they could get other drinks like coffee or juice, but only tea was automatically supplied to every analyst. In her line of work, there was great benefit in not having to leave the desk to do such a mundane task as getting a drink, so having the drink come to her was a definite plus.

She finished reading the email, which was actually a foreign intelligence report, and quickly typed something on the internal messaging serving platform:

TO: PALAZZO MALZO
SUBJECT: PROCELLIA SUMMIT
CLASSIFICATION: CONFIDENTIAL E/O

UNCONFIRMED REPORTS THAT A LIGHT AIRCRAFT HAS LANDED ON PROCELLIA. FURTHER INFORMATION INCOMING.

Palazzo Malzo

Having finished his sandwich, Valerio was now making himself a cup of tea. Most Sartorians liked tea, but he liked a particular type of tea that was most common in Byzantium, something that he had learned years ago, when he was doing his study abroad. It often helped him relax, and more often than not it would lead him to make the right decisions in difficult situations. In this case, he was considering just how to approach the issue of the infiltrating soldiers. Without looking up, he continued talking:

"Sartoria prides itself of being a nation of manners. We are upfront in our intentions and civil in our interaction with others. Perhaps you should take that into consideration, the next time you try to slip right under our radar."

Taking a sip, and quickly nodding in approval, he continued. "Or did you think we would not notice that a small group had entered our territory? It was never a matter of whether you would be detected. The real question was when."

The soldier ignored the veiled threat from his host, mentally reminding himself that this was not the time or place for acting brash.

"I can assure you sir that we had no intentions of remaining undiscovered. As your fine police can attest we were doing nothing to hide ourselves inside of your city, we were walking along well lit streets in clothes that would never be considered subtle even in my own homeland."

What he'd said about the clothes was certainly true. Back in Procellia most people wore silk robes during the summer, not colorful traveling robes. National clothes, the traditional clothes of Procellia, such as his traveling clothes were reserved for formal occasions such as national holidays and weddings

Palazzo Malzo

Valerio leaned back on his chair, leaving his cup on the table. He knew the soldier was lying to his face, and the soldier obviously knew they were both aware of that fact, even if nothing was being admitted. A few seconds of silence, and then the Council President stood up and went to the nearby window, looking upon the Giardino Rosso. Located behind the Palazzo Malso, it was first planted in 1957, when one his precedessors decided to turn an unused plaza into a place for relaxation. Known for its abudance of red flowers, the Giardino Rosso was technically open to the public, but its relatively hidden location meant that few people would actually visit it. If one wanted to see the Council President or other high ranking officials, the Giardino Rosso was a good place to find them.

Since his days as Housing Councillor, Valerio made a point to spend at least half an hour reading in the Giardino every day, and that habit had carried on when he was appointed Council President. As he was gazing at the Giardino, he wished he could go read at that time. Turning around to face the soldier, he spoke again, this time with few vestiges from his earlier friendly tone:

"Let me be clear soldier. Sartoria is not an uncivilised nation to which you can enter on your own volition, to your own purposes and unspecified goals. We are a nation of laws and traditions, and that means being upfront about your purposes. If your purpose here is sincere, then the correct course of action would have been to openly request admission to our territory, in your capacity as foreign envoys. If your purpose here follows an underlying motive, then you have no business in our land."

He approached the soldier, calmly but determined, and sat in front of him, close enough as if to emphasise the seriousness of what he was saying. "You will all be detained as undocumented immigrants until your presence can be explained by the Procellian Government. All the guarantees of due process will be respected, and you will receive fair treatment, but know that whether your actions are sanctioned or unsanctioned, you just caused serious damage to the nascent relationship between Sartoria and Procellia."

Valerio walked towards the door, calling on an agent to take the Sergeant to his soldiers, who were in one of the reception rooms at the Palazzo, where they had been offered food. Then he went to his office to talk with the Foreign Councillor.

Afgurla
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The base commander, à hulking bear of a man, made his way onto the air field to greet the foreign dignitaries. It had taken a mad rush but he'd only missed the plane by two minutes, à feat he was proud of considering how big the base was. Once he approached the foreign delegation he gave a deep bow, and using a translator attached to his lapel said

"A gracious welcome to the honored leaders. Welcome to Procellia, the kingdom of the north and the lands chosen by the demon King to bless. I offer my most sincere apologies at not being prepared, but can assure you that your chambers at the castle will be ready. I have also been assured that the mayor and Lady Babel will be at the castle to greet you properly"

"I see. Thank you. I am honoured to be in such a country. Very few people get to see such a beautiful nation. I have heard lots of rumors and stories, but to see this place is an awe to me"

"SOLDIERS, LOWER YOUR ARMS!"

The soldiers followed the order, and proceeded to protect Willihiam, standing alongside him.

Meanwhile, the delegation followed. They talked to kill time and to discuss the meeting. They walked and waited to be driven to the castle.

in the middle of the sea
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Embassador Mia du Pont was on her way to summit at city of Afgurla when she got a call from her personal comm it from the chancellor

"so how your ride miss mia" say The chancellor

"well it ok i guest but i dont think going to summit with military Aircraft it a good idea" say the embassador

"we Boredomoan miss mia we all about weapon hell the citizen even allow to bring gun in public and anyway all of our Ship are arms and we got no time to dissarm the Frigate https://scontent-sin1-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t...e=57C5CDD5 " say The chancellor

"i just hope there won't be any diplomatic incident with Procellia government" say the embassador

"don't worry i manually disable the gun from here enough about that according to the navigation you already near the procellia territory, radio them first before proced or else there you go the incident" say the chancellor

Embassador mia du pont notify the pilot

"Hello, Procellian Command this is BNS Hydra we a diplomatic Aircraft from The nations Of Boredomo We Bring Embassador Mia du Pont For The summit at City of Afgurla we Stay Hover Here Until you respons over"