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Post by aatuylva on Jan 30, 2011 12:12:58 GMT -5
Dunsel sighed, sealing it into the envelope, taking his signet ring and placing the wax seal onto the letter. Hopefully this would bode better than the other attempts at diplomacy his nation has made, but he had his doubts. The War Minister was gaining in popularity, and while he still controlled the budget, somehow Stidham was managing to fund his operations, even with the cuts. It was disconcerting.
But, no matter, with the port and the rails into Aluez, and the ones being planned most everywhere else, Aatuylva was starting to come out of its troubles. Well, some of them anyway...
He just hoped that the airmen knew where to send it, for the life of him he didn't know any addresses there, and even the Tinisians had little information.
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Jan 30, 2011 13:05:29 GMT -5
Alexander Reagan, Holmbergsvanian Foreign Minister "Sir, here's a letter addressed to the foreign ministry" my secretary said, dropping the letter onto my desk. "Another thing from the mail room?" "No sir, it was found in a cornfield after someone reported to the local sheriff's office that a strange plane had buzzed the area" I paused, pushing the letter away from me slowly "It's not a mail bomb, sir. Plane had Aatuylvan identifiers." "Must be their mail service. send a cable to our embassy there telling them to send a diplomat to the Aatuylvan cartographers:We have Rainier Wolfesberg International and New Vancouver Intercontinental for a reason" "Yes sir" I looked around the room as the secretary closed the door, focusing on my International Affairs degree from one of the best schools in the country, and at my high school transcripts that proudly displayed A's all along... Except for math. Snow Leopards seem to be bad at advanced algebra. Prince Alaric brought me on board right after I graduated... for what reason why, I have no idea. Just woke up in my dorm one day to find a federal messenger at my door saying I've been appointed as the Holmbergsvanian Foreign Minister. Just shy of my 23rd birthday. I guess youth was necessary in office, but all this job gave me was time behind a desk so far, looking at what everyone else was doing. I opened the letter. "Lazlo, send a letter to Mr. Dunsel. Tell him to meet me at New Vancouver Intercontinental. I'll have a team ready." I shouted at my secretary down the hall "Yes sir" I tried grabbing the phone, but a knock IN my desk confused me. "Knock-knock" A wolf's voice. Who the hell could be IN my de- "Rainier, how in the nine hells did you get in my desk?" Rainier Wolfesberg, micro civil rights leader and Minister for Micro Affairs. Also the namesake of the former Port Penguin International Airport "It's easy. Blame Alaric. He came in your office last night and dropped me in here." "Why would he do that?" "I was pestering him" "So he dropped you in my desk?" "Hey, it was either that or get fed to his horse. Been there already, so I decided to try out here." "This better not be a regular trend, I have to get ready to meet a guest" "Ah, guess I'll stay in here then" I opened the drawer, Rainier was out of breath. "You know it's hard to yell through wood" Rainier smirked. "Smartass" I dropped him on my desk as I picked up the phone to make some necessary arrangements to meet Mr. Dunsel at the airport.
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Post by aatuylva on Jan 31, 2011 21:29:53 GMT -5
"Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots." "Oh relax Eric, they were only having a little fun." "They knew I meant the ruddy mailslots like we have, but no, you tell those Ai'lupans 'drop it off' and they decide to drop it from the air in a ruddy parachute, giggling and betting on whether or not it lands on some poor bastard's head." Cedric laughed, patting his old friend on the back. The Governor had decided on dressing rather snazzy for his visit, in full suit jacket and great coat. He even had his lucky bowler hat and umbrella. It only made him look more comical, of course, as short and round as he was. Some of the younger folks would poke fun, calling him 'Aatuylva's Penguin', from some show they found out about overseas. "Well, how do I look?" "Splendid Eric, don't worry yourself. We've even got that new plane spruced up for you to use!" "You know I don't like planes, Cedric. Ruddy things scare me. I much prefer trains, or even helis!" "All of our Leviathans are in military service right now, you do want to make the right impression, don't you?" "I suppose so..." "Oh relax, I hear that they've made it like a flying palace, nothing but the most delicate of comforts for you and any diplomatic guests!" "Oh bother. It's going to be some garish whatsit, isn't it. All gussied up with wine. You know I don't like all that brizzabrazz." "Oh chin up! Enjoy yourself! This will be the first time Aatuylva has met an outside power via means other than force of arms or defense of the planet. And we're showing off the latest one..." Hmph.True to Aatuylvan values, it was large, garish, and imposing. It had a massive wingspan and enough engines to insure the wings would keep flying long after the cabin was blown to pieces. Thankfully there weren't any guns on this one, but from what Cedric had told him it had been refitted with some advanced chaff and flare dispensers developed in Aluez, along with several redundant systems. The inside was likewise garish, and while it wasn't in the red, white, green and blue of the Aatuylvan flag like the outside was, it was lined with silks and works of art that should belong in a bloody museum. "Cedric I can't fly in this, it's too-" "Oh sod you and get inside, you and your aides will be fine. It's your ruddy plane, get used to it!" --------------------------------------------------------- "Holmbergsvanian Air Traffic Control, this is AirDaemon Omega, I repeat, this is AirDaemon Omega to Holmbergsvanian Air Traffic Control, we are requesting permission to land...make it a big field, if you've got one, this bird's one of the biggest in the world." ---------------------------------------------------------- It sorta looks like this
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Feb 1, 2011 15:11:01 GMT -5
New Vancouver Intercontinental Airport: Air Traffic Control "AirDaemon Omega, New Vancouver Tower, clear to land Runway 15. A security detachment will escort you to your parking place, have a good day, and if you require directions, contact New Vancouver Ground on 115.7" Holmbergsvanian Foreign Minister Alexander Reagan The SUV jerked as it pulled onto the tarmac, our port police escort moving quick, sirens blazing. "Why are we in such a rush?" "It's the police sir, they can't help it, they just want to look awesome" I shook my head, seeing the plane over the airport. "THAT'S AATUYLVA'S GOVERNMENT PLANE?" My youth escaped my mouth. Utter amazement. "Easy there, leppy" My driver smiled. My tail swished in front of the rearview mirror, causing the Secret Service agent seated behind me to force it to stay still. I couldn't wait to meet this new fella.
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Post by aatuylva on Feb 7, 2011 20:52:32 GMT -5
Dunsel readjusted his tie again for the fifth time, checking his briefcase to see that all the papers were inside. And Cedric had wanted him to carry one of those antiquated scroll cases! Gaudy, unwieldy things those were. Knowing his luck, he would have dropped it and it shatter all over the place. Gods that would have been such an utter mess.
He barely felt the plane land, though he heard it... He shuddered at the thought of not knowing that he was on the ground, then realized that really, he still wasn't. At least not until the engines are stopped.
He looked out the window, watching as the plane was slowly taxied to its proper spot.
Well. Here we go I guess...
He smirked a bit at the expressions the two Accallian Guardsmen were giving him. Because he had insisted, instead of the usual ten man unit, in full regalia and dress, there were only two of them, in garish red suits, still, but without their rifles. Instead, they were armed with sabers and pistols. There were also two InShtu agents, in black cloaks, and a few military intelligence types hidden amongst his aides...and at least two from Tyr, if he remembered correctly, one adjutant...yes, the fox with the clipboard there, and a pilot-in-training who was coming along in case they had to....commandeer a helicopter during a crisis.
Joy.
He didn't have much more time to ruminate on that thought, as the door was opening and the two guardsmen had stepped out first, before one nodded to Eric that it was safe.
Governor Dunsel stepped off the plane and onto the odd driveable staircase, one hand raising to block the sunlight. He was wearing a brown dress suit complete with matching umbrella and bowler, and he was using the umbrella much as a cane as his eyes adjusted and he walked down the stairs, escorted by the InShtu agents and followed by the entourage of aides and adjutants.
He saw an automobile speeding towards them, along with...militia, it looked like, or do they call them police? Probably police, now that he thought about it.
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Post by Aluez on Feb 7, 2011 21:12:51 GMT -5
God the beaches of this country were just marvelous... it really astonished her how they looked from the air. She just hoped that she could just sneak away for a moment to really experience them. Hey, she was fifteen, what do you truly expect from someone like her? Well, other than professionalism in a stick...
"Remember Liska, we are here on business first, and pleasure next" says the Fox before looking toward Dunsel again, giving a happy smile toward him, his eyes bright.
"You've got it rodent..." she mumbles as she looked toward the speeding vehicle, her hand instinctively moving to the handle of her MP5N. Truly she was playing two roles here today: Pilot, and Soldier. The Pilot role called for light armor, which she was wearing, just without her helmet, which was hanging off the back of her armor, and the soldier part well... called for three pistols, an SMG, and three blinder grenades. Overdose on weapons? Perhaps, necessary? Very.
"I wonder if this meeting will take long..." she thinks, before the helmet came down and closed over her head like the jaws of some sort of mechanical beast, locking into place before the eyes of it lit up, glowing an emotionless, cold red on all of them. The eyes were similar to that of a spider's eyes, from the looks of it, all of them blinking in unison when she did.
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Feb 7, 2011 21:22:13 GMT -5
Foreign Minister Alexander Reagan "So... you ready?" The driver chuckled. My tail swished about, free from the officer's grip. Stepping from the vehicle, I noticed the human and the furs guarding him. "Mr. Dunsel?" I walked over to him, extending a paw. "Alexander Reagan, Holmbergsvanian Foreign Minister, nice to meet you, and nice plane!" My tail swished about in happiness. Here I stood, five foot nine, finely groomed white and black fur, light blue eyes, swishing leopard tail, and all the huggability of a plushie, yet while not being rather fat. Plus some of the hyperness of a cub. "So, where should we start?"
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Post by aatuylva on Feb 9, 2011 20:18:34 GMT -5
Eric Dunsel, in his brown suit and bowler, smiled at the much younger man's enthusiasm. He looked up at him, tilting his head much less than he was used to around the Ai'lupans and Stidham, and took his hand, shaking it gently.
"My my, good fellow you're going to make me feel quite old jumping about like that. I am Governor Dunsel...and I believe I would quite like a tour first, if you don't mind? Since we're on the way to your government offices anyway, might as well take the scenic route, hm?"
His guards, while not vocal about their thoughts, did not like this plan at all, one of them grumbling. Dunsel did not seem to notice, however.
"It is good to get out and about...tell me of your fair land, Minister."
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Post by Aluez on Feb 10, 2011 13:46:25 GMT -5
Liska smiled before looking at the minister, of course, no one could tell she was smiling. "Yes, please do..." she thought as she gripped her MP5, eye sensors scanning over the minister's body, searching for the usual things: explosives, weapons, unusual items.
"If I can make a suggestion" she said softly, looking over toward Dunsel. "The beach?"
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Feb 10, 2011 14:35:29 GMT -5
Holmbergsvanian Foreign Minister Alexander Reagan "The beach you say? That's quite a distance... yet we have a few beaches along the river" I grinned, turning to a limosuine that pulled up along the tarmac with a police escort. "Now if you don't mind stepping inside, we'll take the scenic route back to our government offices, and while we're en-route, I'll tell you a little about us" I noticed the officers stepping out of their cars were feeling antsy about Liska's weaponry. "Let her be, men" They kept their hands off their holsters and stepped back into their vehicles. "Let's go!" I waved my tail.
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Post by aatuylva on Feb 14, 2011 21:08:35 GMT -5
"Oh of course!"
The Governor took his hat off and bowed before getting inside, his umbrella placed across his lap. His guards and aides all piled in behind him, those that could fit. One of the Inshtu agents deigned to stay in the plane, nodding to the Holmbergsvanians before heading back inside.
"So, Minister, tell me of your fair country!"
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Feb 22, 2011 13:18:20 GMT -5
Foreign Minister Alexander Reagan "Well, Governor, we're a relatively new nation on the international stage, with a population of around 364 Million, we have some of the best commercial ports in the region, a very impressive military, and very happy folks." I grinned. "We've also got an emerging private sector, as we're coming out of a recession right now and a weak Denarii, the private sector is loving the amount of people we have for jobs. Our main exports are agricultural products, ores, and computer components, yet we've been... unable to lock down a stable oil importer. Our last one turned out to be funding terrorists with the money we gave them." The limo pulled out, following a road along a swift creek, trees all around.
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Post by aatuylva on Feb 22, 2011 15:43:37 GMT -5
"Hmmhmm well that's all well and good, but you're just reading me what's 'on the brochure', so to speak, I don't want to hear what the earbud in your ear is telling you to tell me, I want to know about culture lad! Have you opera houses? Museums? I can learn all I need about the economics once I'm talking to your business heads, I want to know what the rest of the place is like....ah! Forests! Good to see some green...I've heard stories about some of the places down south, horrid and grey, the whole lot...alas, some just don't seem to care anymore about the world that birthed us..."
He sighs, readjusting his toupee again, looking out of the window.
"Before I forget, we have brought several gifts for your head of government and military...we don't have much information as to who that is, sorry...we've been isolated for a long time."
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Post by Holmbergsvania on Mar 10, 2011 14:30:50 GMT -5
Foreign Minister Alexander Reagan I nodded. Now it was finally time to shake off all this boring stuff that the Foreign Ministry told me to say and repeat to foreign heads of state. "Museums? We've got quite a lot of them, actually. And as for opera houses, we've got one in Port Penguin, right on the water, well, on an artificial island, really. We've closed it recently though, some idiot turned the bilge pumps off and nearly sank the damn thing. It's being rennovated as we speak." I took a breath, looking outside. "Trees... well, the ones that haven't been selected for logging yet. We've got a nice amount of businesses involved in timber exporting, but one of the largest businesses we've got is in arms manufacturing. People loooove explosions and fast shiny objects in the sky. People here also love ships. And also- sorry about closing the straits to your shipping... we've done it as a precautionary measure against aggression from the South. I'm pretty sure you know who it is, Governor...
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Post by Aluez on Mar 11, 2011 22:54:18 GMT -5
Liska hummed softly to herself as she watched the trees pass by as they went down the road, resting her armored head against her hand as she looked out the window, paying no mind to the chatter between the two diplomats.
She then looked at them from the side view. “Museums?” she asked, headtilting some before hrming quietly. “And yes, I think everyone knows… if I may speak openly”
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