OLD - Athiris - Main Modern Roleplay

[Nationalist alliance of God]

Awaiting the Federation delegation was a convoy of SUVs to transport them to the governmental palace. An officer stepped forward, with him a squad of ten Athracite Marines clutching NACR assault rifles.

"Greetings Astunans, I am Political officer Erik Frankal, I am assigned to be your guide for your time here" he said with a small smile, one that was almost friendly. The Marines however were sizing up their Federation counterparts, almost as if they had never seen foreigners before.

[Feriania]

The HMS Norden, a Fernic battlecruizer, sits anchored just out side of NAoG waters waiting for the go ahead to dock in the port NAoG will direct it to. Once docked prince Ronan will wait on the ship to be summoned to speak with the Supreme Leader of NAoG.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

A group of three Gilamyn class patrol boats accompanied by an Empire class destroyer approached the HMS Norden, the captain of the Destroyer called out over the radio.

"This is the NAN Wyren to the HMS Norden, you are to proceed into the bay of Zavrosa and drop anchor at dock 21, you will be escorted into the bay by the NAN Fomon and the NAN Ventu" two patrol boats broke out of formation to escort the Feranian ship

[Feriania]

The Captain of HMS Norden replies:"Thank you sir we shall procede."
He docks the Norden at dock 21 and drops anchor.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

awaiting the Feranians was the same as everyone else, a Convoy of SUVs and a squad of Marines led by a Political officer

The Political officer approached their delegation with an almost friendly smile, the marines looking at the Feranians curiously, they had never seen foreigners before.

"I am Political officer Myrus Numea" she said, "I to serve as your guide for the duration of your visit"

[Feriania]

Prince Ronan with three guards walk up to Myrus and Ronan holds out his hand in a friendly guesture."Hallo Myrus Numea"he says "I am Prince Ronan eldest son of Queen Vinra of Feriania". His voice is thick with the fernic accent. His guards say there greetings as well.

[Astuana]

The Astuanan vice president walked towards the Athracite officer and extended his hand, "greetings Erik, i am the Vice President of Astuana, Robert Wilhelm. The madam president apologizes for not being here. She had to attend a peace conference in another country. may i introduce the chief of this guard Lt. Mark Brown and the Ministers of Commerce Sara Grover and Jack Covington" The soldier next to the vice president nodded in acknowledgement as the ministers of commerce smiled at Erik. After a couple of minutes of talking and introductions, the delegation followed the Athracite officers to the SUV that would take them to the Governmental Palace. "I like that gun of yours" said mark to one of the Athracite soldiers as they walked behind the delegation.

[Nordiskforbund]

Athram Military Base,
Nationalist Alliance of God

The massive jet landed on the runway of the military base, proceeding to taxi to the designated hangar. It was soon joined by its two escorts.

The doors to the Nordic jet opened up and a staircase was rolled up to the plane for the passengers to disembark. Bodyguards accompanied the Nordic delegation as they left, stern-faced men in suits that concealed machine pistols. Among them was Chairman Albert Hansen, a silver-haired man in a suit of slightly higher than average height.

As the Norsemen were disembarking, the cargo doors of the Il-96 (which was custom-designed for the Nordic government) opened up to let a convoy of four large sedans, each with tinted bulletproof glass windows and armor in the body, were driven out of the plane by the bodyguards; this would be the Nordic convoy.

[Cittadea]

The officials streamed behind the princess as she exited the vessel. The Chancellor shuffled along behind the other diplomats present, desperately trying to appear eager. They, in turn, were discreetly followed by an assembly of silent dour figures dressed in suits who scowled at the waiting convoy.
Both parties, for a second, stood silent, until the princess once again stood forwards and introduced herself to the Athracites.
The other members of the Cittadean envoy then joined in introducing themselves to the commanders of the convoy that had waited to escort them from Zavrosa to Athram, where the conference was being held.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

A political officer and squad of Marines watched the Nordic Delegation, the Political officer of the group looks slightly annoyed that the Scandinavians brought their own vehicles and speaks into his radio in the Athracite native tongue, the response does not please him. The group finally approaches the guests.

"Greetings, I am political officer Kanak Jukam, I am assigned to be your guide for the duration of your stay, I am instructed to stay with your convoy." the Political officer says plainly, he dismisses the marine squad, who drive the Athracite convoy away, as they are not needed.

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The Marine looks nervously at Erik, who nods an affirmative. "Thank you, this is the latest edition NACR" the Marine says in response to Mark, his nervousness is not gone as he fiddles with his rifle.

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The political officer in charge of the Cittedean convoy, Cyren Vilkomen, ceases the introductions and gestures to the SUVs "We must get going, the Supreme Leader anticipates your arrival" she mentions the Supreme Leader with a hint of superstitious awe, clearly a fanatic to those with a trained ear.

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Myrus shakes Ronan's hand then urges the Marines to introduce themselves, which they do, albeit very careful and nervous in their speech.

"We must get going, the Supreme Leader is expecting us" Myrus says, pointing to the SUV convoy

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In the conference room, the Supreme Leader turns to Vladimir after receiving reports of the arrival of the delegations.

"Is this your first time dealing with foreigners Vladimir?" the Dictator asked

"Yes sir, I am very curious of them" Vladimir responded

"You know, hopefully after this meeting, you will actually have work to do as General of Armed Forces"

"What do you mean sir?"

"The other nations and their World Peace, it is folly, there are tensions brewing right now in Feriania, and our great nation has the opportunity to get right in the thick of it"

Vladimir inwardly was very concerned, but he steeled himself, and set his thoughts to what was going to happen very soon but outwardly responded with "You are right sir, I will lead our troops to victory, or die trying."

[Nordiskforbund]

Athram Military Base,
Nationalist Alliance of God

"Hello, I am Chairman Albert Hansen of the Nordic Communist Party," said Hansen, stepping forward to greet Jukam, "Your passage with us can be arranged." His translator made sure Jukam could understand what he was saying. The other members of the Nordic delegation introduced themselves as well: Vasyl Gavrilyuk, Baldur Ingolfsson, Liese Metz, Jaana Seppänen, Elin Andersen, and Grigory Petrov. The guards led the Nordic delegation to the cars; Jukam would be riding in the passenger seat of the car that Hansen was in.

[Astuana]

The Astuanan Vice President climbed into the the rear seat of the SUV with two of his guards, Erik sat in the front passenger seat as the rest of the Astuanan guards climbed into the second SUV with the rest of the NAoG soldiers. The Vice President looked over at Mark who was sitting next to him, "How come we didn't bring the armored cars?" "Well sir, they were needed for the Peace Summit trip Madam President is attending. And we couldn't get them in time for your departure." The Vice President sighed before looking out the window as the SUV's drove off the Airfield.

Meanwhile in the second car one of the Astuanan soldiers had pulled out a pack of mint flavored gum, he gave some to his counterparts before stretching out his hand to one of the NaoG marines "Here takes some, it freshens your breath and tastes good." The Marine looked at him nervously and looked at the treat being offered to him.

[Cittadea]

The princess calmly hid her surprise at the way Cyren had seemed to deify their leader, but inside she trembled. The Athra peninsula had always been a fractious region, and now, it was united. She could understand how someone who could maintain peace in such a nation might come to be revered, but nonetheless, she held deep reservations against worship of a single man, no matter his accomplishments or talents.
In truth, the idea of such a man rightfully receiving veneration simply terrified her.
"Princess," interrupted the Chancellor, "the convoy is waiting."
He turned and walked towards the SUVs, where the Athracites waited. The princess followed suit.
The delegation took their places in the SUVs, prepared to make history.

[South Orelsia]

Tsiba, the national hero of South Orelsia, rested his head against the back of the chair within the De Havilland Comet as he departed on a diplomatic meeting to the Nordic Union. Sending Tsiba certainly wasn't the wisest of choices that the South Orelsian government could've made considering their less than co-operative past, yet they had unanimously decided to send him. I'm getting too old for this he thought to himself as he shifted in his seat, the sounds of the engines and the Tomcats roaring outside the plane never left his ears but the years spent fighting against the Socialist Federation had done more than their worth in ruining his hearing. A voice crackled over the speakers, announcing that they would soon be arriving within the NU. Oh boyhe thought to himselfTime to speak with my old enemies

[Feriania]

Ronan nods at Myrus. "Yes we should get going "
He and his guards get into the convoy waiting to be driven to where the confrenece with the Supreme Leader will be held.

[North Orelsia]

Approaching Nationalist Airspace

Glorious Leader Nqobizitha Sithembile sat in the state's diplomatic jet, an Il-86 purchased from the Nordic Union back before the Norse-Orelsian Split. It was painted with state colors, as this was a diplomatic mission; they were to attend the Athram Conference. Without a doubt, the Southerners would be there as well, which would create quite a bit of tension. However, the North Orelsian jet, accompanied by two Su-27 escorts, continued on its way to Athram. When the airplanes neared Nationalist airspace, the pilot of the Il-86 contacted the Nationalists, notifying them of their intent to attend the Athram Conference.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

With the Nords:

Kanak Jukam sat in his designated seats after greeting each diplomat in turn. He tells the delegation, "Meet the convoy on Havel Street, we might be the first, it is the main road through the city and will take us straight to the government palace.

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With the Astuanans:

The Athracite Marine takes the treat and pops it in his mouth, mumbling out a thank you before his sergeant cuffs the side of his head and barks at him in Athracite. The Marine then banishes his nerves and looks the Astuanan in the eye and saying clearly "Thank you"

The driver of the SUV moves out onto Havel street, making his way to the Palace

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with the Ferianians:

The convoy makes its way to the Palace

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with the Cittadeans:

The convoy makes its way to the palace, during the ride an Athracite Marine asks the Princess
"Ma'am, you are royalty, are you like the Supreme Leader in your country?"
Cyren turns her head, the other marines who notice her stiffen, but she says nothing.

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with the Northern Orelsians:

The Il-86 is given permission to land, it receives the same greeting once on the ground, a marine squad with an SUV convoy, and a friendly faced Political officer named Salmov Vintarni, who greets their delegation.

[South Orelsia]

As the De Havilland Comet slowly came into Nationalist Airspace, it sent out a request to Nationalist Aircontrol for permission to land.

[Feriania]

On the way to the Palace Ronan asks Myrus " Myrus, what is the Supreme Leader like, peronality wise."

[Cittadea]

The question caught the princess off guard and, presumably, Cyren and the Chancellor also.
"Hmm, no. I think there are very few people like the leader," she smiled, once again considering the feats of this mysterious man, "I inherited the throne of Cittadea from my father, who inherited it from his father and so on. Your--" she paused to reconsider her words, "The Supreme Leader won his title through strength and leadership."

[Nordiskforbund]

Athram,
Nationalist Alliance of God

The Nordic convoy drove off through the streets of Athram on its planned route to Havel Street. In Hansen's car, one of the bodyguards opened up the compartment in between the two front seats, revealing several pastries; Hansen quite enjoyed his republic's pastries. After receiving one from the bodyguard, he said through his translator to Jukam, "since your country has remained in isolation for decades, I don't suppose that you've had much chance to experience other cultures. Would you like some wienerbrød?" Saying that, he pointed towards the pastries, which were assorted danishes.

[North Orelsia]

Athram Military Base,
Nationalist Alliance of God

The Il-86, accompanied by the two Su-27's, landed at the Athram Military base, taxiing to the designated hanger before coming to a stop. The North Orelsian delegation, led by Sithembile, was led out of the plane by bodyguards, and a convoy of three sedans was driven out of the cargo doors of the Il-86. Sithembile introduced himself to Vintarni with his full title: Glorious Leader of the Democratic People's Republic of Orelsia. The other members of the North Orelsian delegation introduced themselves afterwards.

[Nationalist alliance of God]

With the Cittedeans:

The Marine suddenly looks terrified under Cyren's gaze and says "Thank you Ma'am"

The Marine sergeant whispers to the marine in Athracite "You don't speak unless spoken too, are you trying to get us shot?"

The young marine says nothing but looks down

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With the N. Orelsians:

Salmov looks frankly unimpressed by Sithemile but greets everyone politly before saying "I am instructed to serve as your guide for the duration of your stay."

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With the Nords:

"Yes that would be nice" Jukam responds as he takes a pastry

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With the Ferianians:

"Charismatic, intelligent, polite, every thing that makes a leader great" she answers Ronan's question

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With the S. Orelsians:

The Comet is given clearance to land and receives the same greeting: a political officer, marines, and SUV convoy

[South Orelsia]

The Comet came into a soft landing, shaking slightly given its age, followed suite by its escort. It taxis to its designated hanger from which Tsiba and his three armed security detail exit. Tsiba pauses, taking out a cigarette and lightening it, "Terug in 'n oomblik" he says to the pilot before stepping onto the tarmac, he straigtened out as he saw the escort arranged for him "Indrukwekkende" he whispered one of his guards, prompting him to laugh slightly. He stepped forward and offered his hand "Ambassador Tsiba" he said, his voice changing to fluid English "Are we ready to leave?"

[Cittadea]

The Chancellor and the Princess exchanged shocked looks, clearly both having heard the sergeant's cautions.
"That is n--" started the princess, before the Chancellor interrupted.
"Uniting and rebuilding a nation is quite a feat, however. I know very little about how the Supreme Leader united the region, but it would be interesting to hear the story from the perspective of an Athracite," calmly hiding his horror.