Estovakiva wrote:Entering the city, she suddenly hoped that her words were even more truthful than intended. The displaced filled the streets that led to the Peacekeeping Headquarters, Edomite and Elwe alike. Some of the sights gripped her heart, and she could not help but feel empathy for these poor people. She knew that the other half dozen women in the car felt the same. Nothing, not even the recent conflict with the Cookish, compared to what had happened to these people. She saw the look on a child's face, and struggle not to cry out with compassion. It was always the children that hurt most in war.
Estovakivans
The sound of large rotor wings could be heard over the city, as the sun would become blocked for a few secounds as two Mi-26s would fly past carrying large boxes which were strapped to nets which were carried under them, carrying the roundel and insignia of the Estovakivan federal air force. As they semingly headed towards in the direction of the End Times Church Refugee camp, in cordination with the new-edomites, as they soon began to disappear into the horizion carrying their vital cargo. This were actually a tiny bit of the Estovakivan aid work in New-Edom as supplies from Estovakiva were shipped to New-Edom nearly daily, or brought by cargo aircraft, which were then distributed to refugee camps by trucks or helicoptres, by either the New-Edomites or the estovakivans, the Estovakivan troops in New-Edom were under the New Edomite Military District Command as agreed by the two sides which were already firm friends and allies.
On the road a convoy of KAMZ, trucks about 10-12 of them would drive past a security checkpoint manned by Estovakivan Troops which were let through at once as they were carrying much needed supplies such as food and medical equipment and aid two utility vehicles provided escort for them atøeast to some extent. There were over twenty soldiers manning the checkpoint, as they stopped some cars and searched under them with a mirror on a pole to see under cars as they looked for IED`s or anything supecious, while they checked its luggage room. concrete barriers would block most of the road as it meant that to get into this part of brightwater you had to drive past them. Wearing their dauntless body-armor and combat fatigues which were Lyran LDPCUs uniforms and Balcoth helmets with bacheclavas, beside the road block but more in the background a single LY224 'Sorcha' HIFV would be parked being the imedtiating factor, two Pseudonaja Protected Mobility Vehicles were as well parked with soldiers sitting in or standing around chatting and interacting with the local population, or just simply patroling. On a nearby building a sniper would provide the overwatch as he were baisically sitting beside his sniper rifle enjoying the scenery drinking a bit of his vodka ration, stil he knew to drink just the propper amount as he watched a few girls walk down the road through his binoculars wishing that he were on the ground instead with his comrades.
As soon as the car with the shrailleni approached they would have become wawed in for inspection, by a Sergeant not wearing a Bacheclava mostly becouse of his large beard with knots done in norse fashion, however wielding a AY144L Advanced Assault Rifle in his arm while he had a holstered LY46 'Hellhammer' .50 cal pistol could be seen by his tigh. His name were actually Igor and he has served in the Estovakivan Federation Army for 15 years or more, which is why he is allowed to even have a hellhammer pistol, which was given to veterans, it could posibly noted by people around him that his beard were gray/white.
Meanwhile two soldiers, named Varkov and Ivana would sitt by a table playing chess, while they watched some of the traffic, there were much less tension in the air now, due to the peacetreaty however the upcoming elections could make the situation meltdown once again, Ivana was clearly winning as she put Varkov`s king in check as she smirked lightly. "Hah seems like chess is not your game Varkov", however the two would have been interrupted by their real duty as a car were stopped.
OOC:Asked Edom for permision, if you dont mind Shrai, nice work on the RP boys and girls :3
Brightwater, Raith Immel
Estovakivan Checkpoint
Katara's eyes narrowed as their car neared the checkpoint, and she took note of not only the display of firepower but the soldiers who patrolled the area as well. She took a quick count, and though she could not see the sniper on the rooftop she assumed that such men would be posted in the area. She was not familiar with the uniforms, but the man who waved them over was a massive specimen, with a large light gray beard and the look of a hardened warrior on his face. The image reminded her of something...
"Who are they Submatriarch?" One of the girls asked from the seat opposite her. All of them seemed nervous, accutely aware that they were strangers in a foreign land, and of the foreign soldiers who were waving them on.
"Estovakivans," Katara replied shortly, realising that the men reminded her of someone that she had met in New Edom, and recognizing the symbol on their vehicles. The Sisters fell silent, though she could tell that they were no less nervous. The Estos had gained somewhat of a reputation in the Empire, neither particularly good or bad. But it was known that they were very different from the Shrailleeni, and that made them subject to suspicion.
"Remember your decorum, Sisters," Katara reminded them, "and don't worry. They are big and loud, but mostly harmless. I'll handle this."
Rolling down her window, Katara leaned out, her face a mask of neutrality.
"Greetings from the Shrailleeni Empire," she called to the bearded man. "I am Submatriarch Katara Telta fe Vangarra, with a small delegation bound for Joint Peacekeeping Headquarters."
