[IC] The Great Meeting

Close to Procellia

A soft sound was heard throughout the aircraft, then a woman spoke through the intercom. "Please fasten your seatbelts. We will begin our descent to Afgurla."

Council President Marco Valerio has been reading some documents in his office. If there was one thing he enjoyed about his position, it was probably being one of two people with automatic access to the luxury jets from the Royal Air Force, the other being Prince Patrizio. He was not one for luxuries and displays of wealth, preferring to keep things simple, but nobody in their right mind could refuse flying with such ample space and good service. With flights lasting almost a day, such as the one from Mekselia to Afgurla, access to the jet was a benefit he was not willing to forfeit.

He fastened the seatbelt on his chair, the one behind an elegant wooden desk, and shortly after felt his ears pop, one of the unmistakable signs of descent. He hated turbulence, that feeling of uncontrollable drops, but he had always liked descent, the feeling of a controlled and progressive fall. Less than an hour later he could see city lights, and then he felt the familiar bump of the airplane coming into contact with the runway. As laid out in the schedule his aides had provided, he could be walking down the airstair shortly, and then go to his hotel, to spent the night before the summit began.

Truth be told, he was not that excited about attending the summit. The affair with the infiltrators had left a bad taste in his mouth, and he had been pretty close to cancelling his attendance altogether, as a sign of protest. He relented only to keep the peace and see how events developed, but he still felt outraged enough to dispatch the Foreign Councillor to a secret meeting with Sylon in Byzantium, to discuss recent events and the possibility of a security partnership. Procellians seemed to think an awful lot about themselves, and that might risk the negotiations, as he saw it.

He rose, and headed towards the front door of the plane, to talk with the captain while they waited for the airstair to arrive.